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fayes-fics · 10 months

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And One For Luck

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict introduces his wife to birthday spankings

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, dom/sub tones, mild exhibitionism, spanking, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex.

Word Count: 2.8k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. This is a very belated birthday gift for my wonderful mutual (and talented fic writer) @queen-of-the-misfit-toys, who requested Benedict + birthday spanking. I'm sorry I'm so slow with writing lately, my dear, but I hope you enjoy this enough to compensate. <3

“Happy birthday!!” all your friends raise a toast around your dinner table, and you drink the dregs of your wine down with gusto. Three glasses in, the word seems warm and fuzzy around the edges.

“Hello, handsome,” you slur slightly as your husband slides into the seat next to you.

“Hello, darling, that might be enough wine,” Benedict suggests gently, taking your glass and putting it back on the table as you pout. “I need you complis mentis for your last gift in a short while,” he whispers, leaning in.

“Do I not get but one hint?” your pout growing larger.

You have certainly enjoyed all the other wonderful little gifts he has given you today, from the physical (lovely jewellery, the dress you wear) to the social (this surprise dinner party).

“Alright. It’s a tradition I heard about from our fine American cousins; I think you’ll enjoy it. And that’s all you get for now, wife,” he winks and slips away again to play party host.

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You sway a little as you bid the last of your friends goodbye in the hallway. As your valet closes the front door and scurries away with a quick bow, you turn to your husband.

“Thank you for my party, Benedict,” you smile, still a little tipsy; the wine has you feeling louche and a little aroused at the sight of him in his handsome navy velvet jacket and gold cravat. He looks like a present himself, wrapped up in delicious layers you want to peel away to get to the lovely gifts underneath.

“You are welcome,” he smiles, kissing your temple. Then there is a change in his voice; it’s darker, smoother. “Now, are you ready for your final gift of the day?”

“Yes, please,” you murmur back, suddenly a little breathless at the bedroom tone he has employed.

“How daring are you feeling, my love?” he checks as warm fingers trace patterns on the skin of your back, right above where your dress line is.

“Very,” you answer honestly, already feeling a heated ache for him between your legs. It still amazes you that only a few words from him can do this to you.

“Pull up your dress.” It’s an order.

Everything inside you screams yes and please.

“Here?!” you hiss, faking displeasure, playing up as a surge of want gallops through your body.

“Did that sound like a suggestion?” he raises an achingly seductive eyebrow. You scramble to obey, gathering your dress up over your arms. Rather conveniently, you find there are loops hidden under the hemline. “Another gift,” he smirks as you feed your hand through, recalling this is the dress he had specially made for you tonight. No wonder he also asked you to forgo your chemise. He has planned it all. You just love it when he does this.

“Hold on here,” he instructs, taking your hands and guiding them onto the thick balustrade at the base of your staircase. You grip the smooth polished wood and shoot a desirous look at him over your shoulder. He smiles predatory, and a hand lands on your bottom, warm through the thin luxurious but thin layer of your silk underwear.

“Tell me, darling wife, have you heard of birthday spankings?” his voice smokey and dark.

You clench reflexively at the word, butterflies fluttering, your breath catching.

“No husband,” you demure, flexing instinctively against his hand, “please tell me more.”

“Those in the Americas believe it brings luck to the birthday person. You get a light spank on the buttocks for each year you have been alive,” he intones, his breath hot on your cheek as his long fingers swirl patterns into the silk, and he adds, “And an extra one for luck.”

“Are you really going to spank me twenty-seven times?” you gasp, unable to stop rubbing your thighs together with glee.

“No, wife,” he corrects, his lips sliding down to your neck to suck on the cord of your neck. “I'm going to spank you twenty-eight times. Unless you do not want any luck?”

“I want it,” you rush out, and he chuckles warmly at the speed of your response.

Then his hand raises from your bottom, and you miss its warmth, but only briefly, as he slaps it back down, a light tap on the silk. You moan quietly, the sensation not enough but spiking your arousal.

“Count for me, darling,” he requests, right in your ear.

“One,” you stutter.

“Well done,” he rumbles approvingly, and the praise causes all of your body to bloom. You will do anything when he speaks as such.

He does the same to your other buttock, just a very light, gentle tap of his fingers.

“Two,” you count dutifully, twisting to look at him again, but he stops you.

“No, face forward,” he commands with a warm chuckle, pressing your head gently so it hangs between your shoulders where you cling to the wood.

He manhandles your hips so you are shuffled backwards, more bent over, before there is another spank. This one is more intense, back to the original cheek, and you exhale slightly at the feeling, knowing he is just warming you up.

“Three.”

He makes an approving noise at the back of his throat as he pulls back the same hand and spanks right on top of where he just had, taking you by surprise; you had expected him to go to your other cheek.

“Four.”

“I have to keep you on your toes, do I not?” his voice laced with amusement as he intuits your thoughts.

You sigh your approval as he traces his fingertips gently over the sting. You rub your thighs together, seeking friction for the throb growing between your legs.

Rapidly, he glances a blow on your other cheek, a bit more insistent now.

“Five,” you exhale obediently, hanging your head and wanting him to strip off your last layer of silk underwear to touch your bare skin. “More” escapes your lips unbidden.

He huffs a laugh bemused and leans over your back. “More of what, darling wife?” he teases, his breath hot on your cheek.

“I want your hands on my skin,” you rush out, blushing.

He chuckles again and spanks the other cheek, his fingers lingering.

“Six.”

“If you are very well-behaved for me, perhaps I will,” he dangles the promise softly, and you groan almost in frustration.

He reigns four quick successive blows onto either cheek, the cool silk almost soothing against your button as it becomes more heated.

“Seven, eight, nine, ten,” you reply, biting your lip and looking over your shoulder at him. He flicks his head fractionally with a pointed eyebrow, telling you without telling you to look away again. “I want to look at you, husband,” you grouse a little, pushing back into his grip spanning your cheek.

“I’ll stop if you keep looking at me,” he warns in a playful tone.

“Fine,” you grouse and look away,

He laughs at your faux indignation and, as he does so, spanks both checks at the same time.

“Eleven, twelve.”

“Good girl,” he purrs, knowing the effect it has on you, your skin pebbling in goosebumps and a frisson running down your spine at the low, honeyed tone he uses.

Another two blows have you blowing out a puff of air, getting closer to the strength that leaves his mark over your skin for a short while.

“Thirteen, fourteen.”

But you can’t help but smile as his left hand spiders to your hip, to the little row of tiny buttons there holding on your silk underwear. He deftly plucks them open as you breathe shallow, excited, pushing back towards his body. With a push from the hand still resting on your cheek, the material flutters to the ground, and you step out of them as his large hands slide to encircle both cheeks, fingers splayed wide.

“Your skin is blooming under my attention, darling,” sounding proud of his handiwork thus far. “But I won't be satisfied until I can see handprints, so hold on because it's time for the real spanking to behind now, my love.:

You can scarcely believe this is happening; your dress hitched over your back, bottom half now utterly bare, hanging onto the staircase in your hallway, sconces blazing, and the glass window to the street unobscured by its velvet drape. Should anyone walk by at a certain angle, they would surely see you if they happened to glance in; it feels by design.

“Anyone could see us, Benedict,” you point out, nodding to the window off to the side.

“Do not pretend as if that does not make you want this even more, darling wife,” he rumbles, leaning over your back so his lips brush your ear.

He’s right. Your husband has an exhibitionist streak that makes you crave him. He wants the world to know you are his, and if they want to watch as he takes control of you, he will let them. And god, you will let him do it too.

“Let them look at this, your beautiful bottom and…” you gasp as two of his finger trail down between your legs and glance your folds “.. this luscious wet cunt, weeping just for me.”

You whimper as the words fall from his lips, so scandalous but said with such a lyrical cadence; they are elegant like poetry. Your cries get louder as he pushes one long elegant finger into your body, as the other hand spanks hard upon your naked flesh.

“I…I have forgotten my number,” you hurriedly confession over a moan as Benedict slowly rocks that finger into and out of your body, your clit throbbing, desperate for his touch.

“What a pity; we were halfway there….” he sighs, giving you a hint, his fingers going still.

“Fifteen!” you announce triumphantly at your quick calculation, and he makes an approving noise of your depiction and thrusts deeper into your cunt adding a second finger.

“Well done,” he chimes as you moan his name and start to rock back into his movements; the squelching sound of your body as he finger fucks you seems so loud in the echoey hallway.

“I love that sound,” he comments as if he knows where your thoughts have run before reigning another spank onto your cheek, hanging onto the fleshy spot he had hit, his fingers flexing as you cry out. “And that one, too,” he adds smugly; you know, without looking, he is wearing that handsome smirk of his.

“Sixteen,” you count.

“So, so good for me,” he praises, removing his fingers from inside you and painting a wet trail of your arousal across your heated bum cheek. He spanks with that damp hand, the moisture somehow adding a sharp edge to the ache. You squeal faintly as he huffs a laugh, swirling a pattern of juices over your flesh.

You whine at the loss of his fingers inside you, praying he will slide the other hand between your legs to soothe the entirely different sort of ache there. But he does not. He just spanks again with each hand slightly cupped, the noise so loud and the impact so great your whole body jerks.

“Urghhh… seventeen, eighteen,” you sigh, then clear your throat. “Please, may I have your fingers again?” your ask, meek, keeping your head down.

There is another loud spank that makes you exhale heavily.

“Nineteen.”

“What was that darling?” he teases, playing the fool. You know he heard you; there is nary another sound in the house; he just wants you to say it loud, to beg for him.

“I would like your fingers inside me again, please, husband,” you pronounce crisply, pulling your head up and staring at the wall ahead of you, not turning around as he asked.

“Oh, good girl,” the hand that was not inside you reaching to stroke your face affectionately. “You did not so much as turn your head; you deserve a birthday treat indeed,” he hums as you push your cheek into his palm, rubbing like a cat. Until he withdraws the hand, and you inhale sharply as you hear the unbuttoning of his trousers.

Yes, yes, oh god, yes, even better, your mind screams as your cunt clenches, so very keen for him.

You can practically hear the smile as he notices the quiver of excitement in your legs and runs a thumb slowly up the back of your thigh before grabbing his cock and lining up. You are babbling soft pleas under your breath as he teases you, running his tip over your sensitive, swollen nub and chuckling at your frustrated snuffle.

Fingernails gouging into the wooden post you grip, your throat releasing a feral sound as he pushes into you abruptly, plumbing deep, your soaked channel providing no resistance to his deep thrust, pulling him into your hilt with a ripple of excitement. He groans and utters how wondrous you feel, tight around his cock. Just as you want to ask him to move, a hand spanks hard on your left buttock, and you cry out, almost having forgotten.

“Twenty!” you cry out, fingers flexing, legs stiffening, pushed so close to orgasm merely by him fucking into you with one stroke.

“Push back onto me, darling,” he tutors glibly, a hand wrapping around the crest of your hipbone to encourage your movement.

You do as told, bending your arms to pull away and straightening them to push back so he sinks to the hilt. The invasion makes your eyes roll, makes you begin a greedy rhythm, chasing what you want as he clucks affirmative noises. The hand releases your hip, and you know what is coming; he spanks just as you push back onto his cock, your own motion making the blow that much more impactful.

“Twenty-one.”

It's a frenzy of movement as you start to fuck yourself onto him in earnest, and he rewards you every few strokes with a spank on your bottom, your skin glowing hot as your clit throbs for attention. You wish you weren't still in your dress, your stays pinching your ribs and breasts as your lungs inflate with ragged pulls; the material around your bicep pinching skin as you pump your arms for leverage, fucking back onto him.

“May I touch myself?” you pant after you have obediently counted the twenty-fifth blow.

When he gives permission, your hand slides between your folds instantly, snagging that swollen pearl and groaning loudly at the firework it fires inside you. You speed up, he growls, the grip on your bottom harsh after the next spank; he's going so hard now your body jolts with every hit.

“Twenty-six!” your call is urgent, breathless, needy, knowing it just spurs him on, wanting to push you to the edge and pull you over with him.

“Come on, birthday girl,” he implores, “just two more,” you can tell from the tone he won't last much longer either, both of you overwrought from the explosive passion.

You know the last two will be harsh; you are holding your breath as his right hand blows so hard you scream, the elixir of the harsh strike on your glowing skin melding with the pleasure of his cock pushing you open as your fingers scrabble over your clit.

“Twenty-seven!!”

He leans over your back, still mostly dressed himself, and you know you are both sweaty now with the exertion, feeling his sticky forehead rest on the nape of your neck, below where your hair is pinned up but rapidly loosening with the jerking motions you make together. He is gusting breaths and starts to meet your thrusts, the press of his pelvis heavy against yours.

“Here comes your good luck, darling,” he grunts, pulling his head up to teeth the skin at the hairline of your neck.

The last blow is both hands at once on the outer edges of your cheeks where they meet your thighs—the sting on this new, delicate spot almost blinds you.

“Twenty-eight!!” you howl; your body is breaking, the sensation all too much. Your bottom smarting, raw, your cunt convulsing vice-like on his cock as something inside you snaps and your whole body shudders and shakes, blood rushing in your eardrums, mouth slack and screaming. He has to grasp your hips as your body goes limp, and with a final shout, you feel his fingers curl around and dig into your belly as he stills and empties his seed deep inside you, winded, the veins in his neck pulsing as he comes so hard you almost lose your footing.

For a few moments, it's just laboured breathing, him pulling you upright as his cock softens and slips from your body, curling you into a tight embrace from behind you. Dress hem still looped around your wrists, you turn around and twine your arms around his neck, pulling him down for an artless but satisfying kiss.

“Thank you for the best birthday present ever,” you murmur. Benedict smiles almost bashfully now that playtime is over. Delicately he picks you up into his arms and carries you up the staircase to bed.

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countryclubkook · 1 year

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Angel

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!reader

Warnings: language, smut, drug use, slight degradation, I think that's all

Summary: Rafe likes the effect he has on you, he also likes showing everyone who you belong to

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this, it's a bit on the shorter side but the obx trailer sparked some quick Rafe (which fuck he looks so good) inspo. I'm still relatively new to writing smut so I hope it's good🤍

“Fuck angel, you're so eager and desperate for me to ruin you when you don't even have the slightest idea what you're getting yourself into” Rafe moaned out, a small laugh coming out at the end as he thrusted his hips against yours again.

It was another kook party ending with you and Rafe getting high and hooking up in an empty room. Neither of you wanted anything more (that’s what you’d told yourselves at least), and you definitely weren't best friends, but the sex was too good to refuse. Tonight he was being much rougher than usual and you were loving every second of it. He already managed to pull about 2 orgasms from you, one with his tongue and one with his fingers, and was working you towards your third.

You offered to suck him off in return, to try and please him the same way he was pleasing you, but he wouldn't allow it. Instead, he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. A light tap on your ass signaled he wanted you on fours and you happily obliged. You would do anything he told you to.

“Yes Rafe…want you t-to ruin me. Please, I'll do…fuck.. I'll do anything” you moaned out. The high from the lines you did earlier combined with the feeling of Rafe buried so deep inside you made it hard to form coherent sentences.

“Anything yeah? You're a dumb slut for that, but fuck..you're my dumb slut. I'm going to fucking ruin you baby” one hand coming around your throat and pulling your back against his chest, the other finding it's way to your clit.

Your vision became blurry and you weren't sure if it was the right grip Rafe had on your throat, the intense amount of pleasure you were experiencing, or the high, but it didn't matter. You were in pure bliss at the moment.

“Y-yours. Only yours” you managed to moan out in between whimpers. The sound of Rafe's thick cock fucking into you was pornographic and sent shockwaves to your core. You felt so dirty and used in the best way and didn't know how much longer you could hold in your orgasm.

“That's right baby. Mine” he growled, feeling his release edge closer and closer.

He rubbed small but quick circles on your clit and moved his lips to your neck, slowly moving up to your jaw before pulling you into a sloppy kiss. He could tell you were close by the way you moaned and whimpered into the kiss, heavy breaths coming from you both.

“Rafe ‘m so close” you whined as you pulled away from the kiss, the pressure in your belly increasing.

“I know baby, I know. Just a little longer” he wanted you both to cum at the same time.

So you waited a few more seconds and tried your best not to cum before him. When his pace got faster and it felt like he was literally bruising your fucking cervix from how deep he was, you knew he was about to cum. You pulled him back into a rough kiss by his neck when you felt your orgasm finally take over, not able to hold it in any longer.

“Fuck you're clenching so much around my cock angel, going to look so pretty stuffed full of my cum” he moaned into your mouth, his grip on your throat tightening.

Your head was fuzzy and your whole body shook as your orgasm washed over you. Pure fucking bliss for the both of you as you felt him cum inside you, filling you up nice and full. He slowed down his pace, waiting until you had both come down from the high before pulling out of you. The both of you collapsing to the bed panting from the intensity.

You had ended up lying on your stomach and let out a small squeal of surprise when Rafe flipped you onto your back. He took his fingers and moved them towards your now dripping cunt, you let out a small gasp and shook your head no. You were too sensitive for that.

“Relax, I just wanna make sure none of this leaks out. You're on the pill right?” worry and seriousness taking over with the last sentence.

“Y-yes” you whimpered out, from a mix of pleasure and being too fucked out.

“Good. You did so well baby” he said moving to give you a small kiss. No matter the circumstances, Rafe always made sure to give you aftercare.

You let out a small ‘hmm’ in response before you both laid in each other's arms. The both of you knew you'd have to leave at some point, but you could lay in each other's embrace for just a moment longer. Maybe deep down you did want something more but were too scared to admit it.

You definitely belonged to Rafe Cameron, his cum stuffed inside your cunt confirmed that. And he'd make sure everyone knew that when he made you walk around in your short dress, his cum leaking down your inner thigh and hand on your waist when you returned to the party.

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i-mushi · 1 month

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I wrote a thing called Daddy Fantasies

First time doing the Daddy Dom thing, thanks @leucineinthesky for starting me down this rabbit hole.

Read on Ao3!

“Come on, we’re going.”

“Do we have to?” You wiggled down into your spot in the couch, loathe to get up. Sure, you’d been planted here most of the day, but Alpine was curled up next to you, and you had your next episode cued up already. You’d made the perfect indent for your butt and a nest with your blanket.

“Yes, we do.” Steve’s chin tilted up just the slightest, and now he was looking down his chin at you, the corners of his mouth pulling down. You felt your belly swoop with a mix of shame and arousal. You was being a brat. “They took care of Alpine while we were all gone for the weekend, this is the least we can do.”

“You’re right,” you said, failing to hide your pout even as you finally started to untuck yourself from the blankets. Steve offered a hand to leverage you up from the couch, tugging you into him when you were standing. You pressed your forehead to his firm chest to hide your grumbling, even though you knew this was the right thing to do.

“They’ll be a treat for you when we get home,” he promised, brushing his lips lightly over your temple. You looked up, and he flashed you a small, indulgent smile. “But we’re staying at least two hours.”

There went any chance of staying up late to finish one more episode. Steve was relentless when he wanted to be, and getting enough sleep was one of his things. “Okay. I guess I should put on a bra.”

“It’s a lazy night in with an old friend,” he replied, hand sliding down to your ass in the leggings you’d been lounging in and giving you a squeeze. “A sweatshirt is fine.” Your smile turned a bit impish, and he gave you a swat on the ass before you could make a smart remark. “You’ll definitely need shoes though.”

As nice as it had been to see your friend, you were glad the short visit was over. You said your goodbyes and walked hand-in-hand to the car, Steve’s big palm dwarfing yours. Steve opened the passenger door but didn’t let go of your hand when you went to go inside, a silent order to stop. You turned to him, and he was looking down at you with a flicker of pride in his eyes. He squeezed your hand and kissed your forehead softly. “Good girl.”

A shudder went down your spine and heat pooled in your belly, the pleasure of being good, being right, making him happy thrumming through you as you got into the car. Steve could make your mind go fuzzy with just a few words.

As soon as he had the car going, his hand landed on your thigh, the weight of it grounding, as he turned out of the drive and headed down the road.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked with a knowing smile.

“No, you were right,” you admitted, voice low. “I’m glad we went.”

His thumb started to rub your leg lightly, just a gentle brush of his callouses against the thin fabric of your leggings. “You’re being very good tonight.”

“You did say a reward might be involved,” you reminded him, biting your lip to hide a slightly nervous giggle.

“I did, didn’t I?” Steve smirked at you, glancing over as they pulled up to a red light. “What does the good girl want? Ice cream? A massage?”

You put your hand over his, lacing your fingers together. It was always hard for you to ask directly for what you wanted. You were feeling brave tonight after all this praise though. “You, tonight?” You swallowed nervously and hurried on, “And I know we just sent a message to Bucky two days ago, but can we send another? He didn’t respond to the last one.”

The last few sentences came out in an embarrassed jumble, trying to hide your real request. Steve or Bucky were the ones who usually initiated anything, it just seemed to come so naturally to them. Your therapist had been encouraging you to ask for what you wanted, and while it was hard to put into words exactly what you’d been fantasizing about, you could start with this.

…Maybe later you’d ask to be called good girl more. Or to call him—

“You only have to ask, sweetie,” Steve said, flashing you an encouraging smile before turning back to the road. “And I know he’s on minimal contact, but I have an idea of what we can send him. Something that won’t be a problem with security.”

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While Steve or Bucky were away on missions, any messages from home had to be heavily encrypted, and the words run through software to detect any data breaches or classified information. You had sent plenty of short messages to Steve and Bucky before while they were on missions, but this time Steve wanted to send a message without words.

“Ooooooh St—” Steve’s hand clamped on your jaw, shutting your mouth with firm, gentle pressure that had your heart racing with excitement. He had you rolled on one side, facing the phone set up on the nightstand to record audio, while he laid stretched out behind you, his hard cock pressed to your back.

“What did I say? No words,” he breathed against your ear. Then he bit the lobe and released your jaw, leaving you panting as he caught your nipple between two fingers and tugged.

“Mmmm, oh, oh…” You whined, zings of mixed pain/pleasure lighting you up until he finally released the abused nub to slide his hand down further, rough fingers scraping over your soft belly. You hissed as he slipped two thick fingers over your pussy to rub your clit.

“Good and wet,” he rumbled, biting against your neck when you gasped at the sucking noise of his fingers between your nether lips. Your skin was flushed with heat, and you squirmed with thrilled embarrassment when you opened your eyes to see the big red record button flashing on the phone screen. Your cunt spasmed with need and you moaned brokenly. Steve groaned low in answer, lightly thrusting against your back, smearing precum into your skin.

Your rough panting turned harsher as he squeezed your breast and penetrated you with one finger. You hissed when he started to flick his thumb rhythmically against your clit in time with the gentle thrusts. “Ah, ah, ah—” You wanted to say his name but cut it off into a wordless moan as a second finger joined the first. The stretch ached in the best of ways, his calloused fingers rubbing all the right spots inside you. Your toes curled as he kept thrumming your clit, driving that heat inside you hotter and hotter and your voice higher and higher.

“Louder, sweetie,” he murmured against your ear, and you shamelessly lifted your leg over his hip, spreading yourself wider down there. Now the squelch of his fingers pumping in and out of you pounded in your ears, the burning need to come rising inside you. Steve started to roll and pinch your nipple with his other hand as a third finger joined the others, and you could barely hear your constant panting, whining, and breathless moaning over the roar in your ears.

Your hips jerked with every thrust, trying to match his pace, frantic to find the peak. Steve kept up the relentless pressure as his mouth moved back to your ear, voice so soft you could barely hear him with your blood pounding with your pulse. “Imagine Bucky listening to this, baby girl. Coming so beautifully, so loud. Say his name, sweetie. Be a good girl and come for your daddies.”

It didn’t matter how Steve knew; you came apart with a cry of Bucky’s name, shaking and moaning as your daddy milked you through it, safe and wanted and tenderly pushed over the edge in his big arms as pleasurable fire burned through you. Your stuttering cries and groans finally gave way to panting gasps for air, like your lungs had seized you’d come so hard. As you laid there on the bed trying to catch your breath, brain fuzzy with pleasure and a happy confusion that Steve had known, there was the unmistakable sound of slurping and licking as Steve cleaned his three fingers. Red bloomed on your cheeks, but you barely had time to consider that before Steve slid his weeping, rock hard cock between your thighs and encouraged you to tighten your legs.

He grunted as he started to thrust, breath harsh against your ear, and you could hear the hot sound of him sliding against your skin, still wet from your release. You felt a new wave of heat fill you as he ground against your clit, and you rocked your hips with him until the bed squeaked beneath you.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured quietly, hand tight on your hip, never enough to bruise but strong enough to remind you he easily could.

“O-ohhh—” Steve kissed you before you could think about saying any other words, swallowing them whole so the audio could only pick up the filthy sounds of your kissing, the wet squelch between your thighs, and the creak of the bed with each thrust.

It didn’t take him long to finish, panting hard until he was finally spurting and moaning your name. Steve coated the sheets and your pussy with his hot cum, and you groaned too, gasping out his name as you came a second time. Both of you collapsed after that, Steve laying half on top of you, a welcome weight, until finally he reached an arm out for the phone.

“Night, Buck,” he said, and hit stop. He dropped the phone on the nightstand and curled his arm around you, cuddling you to his chest. “You okay, baby girl?”

“Yeah,” you said, sated to the bones in a way you didn’t know you could be. A way you suspected came from certain fantasies that had gone unfulfilled until tonight. You almost didn’t want to ask to break the moment, but as both of your breaths started to settle you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep without asking. “Steve, how… how did you…”

“Been thinking about it for a while. Buck noticed it first, the dynamic. What you need. To be cared for, small. You liked it, right?”

“So much,” you breathed out, heart pounding hard at what Steve was saying. You grabbed his hand on your stomach, and he kissed your cheek.

“Good girl.”

A ripple of pleasure went through you, and Steve’s chuckle was so low you could feel the vibration against your back.

“Buck’ll be mad I didn’t wait for him to get back. But we’ll make it up to him, won’t we?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

#stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers/reader #stucky/reader #fanfiction

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hockybish · 4 months

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An Accident

l west winds au l dad!trevor l masterlist l

I have a feeling people are going to be mad at me for this ... also there are warnings car accidents.

When driving to the game on March 19th things went a little haywire.

Trevor drove separate from Bean because he was planing on going out with some friends after the game to celebrate his birthday the next day.

Bean had picked Zephyr from Mia and Jamie's on her way to the game. It had taken her a little longer because Zephyr wanted her to pick some Reese's peanut butter cups up from the story so he could give one their friend Matt.

"How was school Zeph?" Bean asked as they sat in the car waiting in traffic. Although the drive to Anaheim wasn't very long, but sometimes there was traffic especially on game days making the drive longer.

"Good! We painted pictures, and Jojo said he liked my jersey. I told him it was my daddy jersey!" Zephyr ate his snack and recalled what he all did at the school that day.

Bean smiled listening to all her eldest baby had to say. She felt a little flutter in belly right in the spot where the new baby would be sitting and rubbed the spot.

While she was focused on the road ahead, a car on the opposite side of the road came toward them at a fast speed. The initial hit took her by complete surprise.

But it didn't stop with the one hit, by the time her car stopped getting smashed there were multiple cars involved with the vehicle the mother and son were most likely got the brunt of the impact.

"Mommy" Zephyr cried out for his mother. He had no idea what was going on. There were a lot of loud noises and then it had just stopped and his arm hurt and it was all so scary and confusing for the three year old.

"Zephyr, baby, hey. I'm right here. Mommy's here" Bean called out still in the front seat. Her whole body felt like it was on fire and it was getting hard to breathe. Also it felt like there a few droplets of blood rolling down her face "Zeph? I need you to be really brave right now. okay? Can you do that for mommy?"

She tried to reach her arm around the front seat to reach out for him, but she found she completely pinned in place, she couldn't move. What was worse was that her vision started to get a bit fuzzy and her eyes were heavy. Staying awake was a little bit hard at that moment. She thought maybe the pain would stop if she closed them for a little bit.

Trevor was having an off game to say the least. He was missing passes and easy goals, and looked completely aloof out there when he had accidentally committed a penalty and was forced to sit in the sin bin during the second.

"Dude what's got you so antsy tonight?" Jamie hit Trevor with his gloved hand when he returned to the bench after another shift.

"A funny feeling they aren't here and something's wrong." Trevor bit the inside of his cheek, a habit he picked up whenever he was nervous or anxious, similar to Bean's lip biting.

"Well you better pick it up or you'll get benched again." Jamie warned.

He didn't get any better by the third, but instead of benching they just greatly reduced his time on ice, making him feel worse. The Ducks' ended up losing the game to Minnesota.

After the game was over, the coaches could been seen talking with both Troy and Jamie. They were whispering and looking over at Trevor, making him feel a bit more uneasy.

Someone came over and gave him the news. His girlfriend and son were in a bad car accident. The news alone made him sick. Once he was able to contain himself, Trevor skipped the shower opting to get to the hospital as fast as he could.

"Are you Trevor?" A polite nurse tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. He nodded and followed her as she led him Bean's room.

Zephyr was sitting on Mia's lap, she was keeping him busy with a little hotwheels car, while Bean, who seemed to be asleep, laid in a bed with a couple of machines hooked up to her.

"They got lucky. They both have cuts and bruises, Zephyr has a broken arm and Tallulah has a broken pelvis that will most likely require surgery at some point." Bean's doctor looked over his noted again. "You can go in at anytime"

"What about-"

"The baby?" the doctor had finished his sentence for him. The man sighed, giving him a knowing look. Hearing him speak didn't give Trevor any reassurance everything would be okay in the long run.

It wasn't until later in the day on March 20th that Bean woke up.

She was super confused as opened her eyes and wiped the eye crusts from them. Where was going on. Bean looked over noticing Trevor, who was asleep with his head resting on the bed. She tried reached out for him, her finger tips just able to touch his hair.

"Trevor" Bean coughed, jolting the birthday boy awake.

"Hey Momma" Trevor leaned over to place bunch of kisses all over her face, finally relieved they all were going to be okay. Bean went to push herself up, but was met with major pain.

"Bean don't move. You broke your pelvis in the accident." Bean didn't remember what happened, so Trevor explained everything the accident, injuries and Zephyr the best he could. Her eyes wide running her hand over the bump. "He's okay, he's still there."

"I'm sorry. It's your birthday and we're here." She couldn't help but apologize. She knew this wasn't how he wanted to spend his birthday. Maybe they could get Jamie or Mason to bring in a cake or something.

"Tallulah Bean I don't care where we are. All I care about is that you're okay, Zeph's okay, and the new little dude is okay. I am happy where ever you are. I love you."

#west winds au #trevor x bean #trevor zegras

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NEW YEAR'S KISS

Bella Ramsey x reader

Summary: You find Bella just before the clock strikes midnight on New year's Eve.

Not proofread.

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Your house was swarmed with people dancing and drinking as music played loudly reaching every corner of the house. You hadn't even met the majority of the people here. Word spread of your party which was enough to lead everyone here.

If they weren't sipping from solo cups, they were dancing. And if they weren't dancing they were playing some party game, and by some chance they weren't doing that, they had been lucky enough to find someone to shamelessly makeout with.

You had spent the night dancing with your friends as the alcohol slowly took over your mind. One by one you had lost them to the sea of people in your home.

You twisted and turned in all directions looking for them. Pushing past strangers as you made your way outside. People began to crowd outside as midnight approached, you continued searching.

In the distance fireworks were being let off. Their bright colourful sparks lighting up the dark, clear night. The loud sound of them being set off causing giddiness to bubble inside of everyone.

You rubbed your eyes as your vision slowly blurred.

The dark silhouette of a figure sat on one of the swings was what motivated you to keep walking despite your growing exhaustion.

You were a good bit away from everybody else by now, the sound of the music losing its volume as you reached the swing set at the bottom of the garden. Clumsily you sat down on the only available one left.

Straight ahead of you, you could see the crowd of people gathered outside the patio, above them you got the perfect view of fireworks shooting into the sky.

"you know how to throw a good party."

The voice from beside you spoke up.

You turned to them, recognising Bella's voice immediately. You frowned.

"Bella what are you doing down here alone? It's scary just seeing a black figure on the swings."

Bella smiled at your comment.

"yet here you are."

"here I am." You confirmed.

It was silent for a moment, both of you watching the crowd ahead.

"me and Lily made a deal that if we both didn't find someone to kiss at midnight, we would be each other's new year's kiss. I'm starting to think that's not going to happen." You sighed softly. In truth it didn't bother you that much, it would've still been nice to not be the only one not getting a new year's kiss.

Bella glanced to where your eyes were fixated. She saw a girl and a boy sloppily making out, and put the pieces together. Her mouth forming an 'o' shape.

You had met Bella a few months ago but in that short time had become impossibly close. You trusted them as much as you did the friends you've had for years longer.

They weren't quite familiar with all your friends yet, but presumed that the girl you were staring at was Lily.

Bella pushed down their disappointment.

"Do you like Lily?" Bella asked, hoping you wouldn't notice the slight jealousy in their voice.

You turned to them not concealing your giggles.

"nah. I was just hoping to not be the only one without a new year's kiss tonight. It's stupid I know." You rested your head against the swing chain.

"if it makes you feel any better, I'm not getting one tonight either." Bella tried lightening up the mood.

You turned your body towards them. They looked good tonight. Short, brunette hair falling just past their shoulders in loose waves. They wore a navy blue crew neck with a black collared shirt underneath.

You hoped it was the alcohol in your system that was making your head fuzzy. Not Bella.

"why not?"

"because I don't think the girl I want to kiss is interested."

Your faces had grown closer and your breathing was heavy. Your heart was beating at a not so normal rate.

"who is she?"

"someone very special."

"do I know her?"

Bella hesitated. Her eyes flickered over to the crowd of people who suddenly grew louder.

"TEN!" Everyone began shouting.

"very well."

"NINE!"

"is she here tonight?" Your eyes grew heavy as they stared at Bella's lips.

"EIGHT!"

"yes. She's right here."

"SEVEN!"

You dragged your legs against the grass to inch the swing closer to Bella.

"SIX!"

Bella's fingers softly trailed up your exposed legs which your dress was too short to cover.

"FIVE!"

Your lips parted at the feeling of their hands on you.

"FOUR!"

Your eyes moved up to Bella's eyes, flickering between them."

"THREE!"

Bella leaned in until your foreheads were touching.

"TWO!"

You cupped their face with your hands as your eyes closed.

"ONE!"

Your lips met theirs. Bella's hands found your waist as they deepened the kiss. Cheers from everyone else could be heard. They didn't matter. Multiple fireworks went exploding in the sky, neither you or Bella looked up at them.

Your heart was plummeting in your chest. Butterflies danced and fluttered in your stomach.

The kiss was perfect.

Slowly you both pulled away for air.

Even if it was dark you knew your face had reddened and Bella's.

Both your breathing was heavy as you stared fondly at each other, your faces still close in proximity.

You couldn't contain your smile as you rested your forehead against Bella's once again.

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 5

At lunch time on Thursday, all the teachers were in the teachers’ lounge having lunch together. The vampires were pretty accustomed to Claire’s scent now, though they still wouldn’t refuse a bite if she offered her neck up…

Loki still really struggled, though the constant application of vaseline did help, thankfully.

He felt incredibly worried about Friday night, Claire still planned to go to the river again to try and get through the fence. Loki tried talking her out of it, though she was adamant to get to the bottom of it. He could only hope that whatever his dad had planned would work, and he really hoped that Chris wouldn’t be sniffing around her again.

However, it turned out that Loki had other things to worry about much sooner…

‘Hey, why don’t we go for a few drinks tonight after work? To officially welcome Claire.’ Matt suggested, piquing multiple of the teacher’s interest and Claire’s face lit up.

Loki at first, was going to politely decline. While he wanted to spend more time with her, at the same time he didn’t because of how difficult it was to be around her, like torture that he couldn’t even touch her. Though his mind swiftly changed when Chris walked into the room.

‘Did I hear correctly, drinks after work tonight?’ Chris asked with a smile as he glanced around the room, his eyes lingered longer on Claire.

The rest were surprised that he even showed an interest in going, as he always declined previously whenever asked to join such a thing.

‘Yes, we were planning tonight after work. So, who’s in?’ Jeremy asked.

Loki prayed to high heavens that Claire would have some sort of prior engagement, though he could tell by the delighted look on her face that that wasn’t the case, unfortunately.

‘Me, definitely!’ She said excitedly.

Having moved from across the country, she’d left behind not only her family but her friends too. She had zero social life in Demsdale yet, which she didn’t like.

Everyone else nodded in agreement, aside from Severus. ‘Having to socialise with you all during work hours is tedious enough, I’m not going to do so willingly in my own time.’ He drawled.

‘Gee thanks, no need to sugarcoat it.’ David huffed and rolled his eyes at him.

‘Well, this will be a delightful evening, I’m sure.’ Chris began, looking at Claire then he looked at Loki with a slight smirk. ‘Nothing like a few alcoholic drinks to lower any inhibitions of colleagues, to get to know them on a more intimate level.’

Loki glared back at him. ‘Indeed.’ He said through gritted teeth and put on a fake smile.

The lounge buzzed with excited chatter after the decision had been made, even Chris hung around with a constant little smirk plastered on his face. Loki wanted nothing more than to slap said smirk right off him.

The afternoon classes flew in, and before they knew it, Claire and Loki were heading to meet with the other teachers at the front, now all the students had left the building.

‘Are you ok? You’ve been a bit quiet.’ Claire asked Loki as they made their way down the corridor.

Loki smiled, he liked how attentive she was. It may only be day four, but she could already tell when something bothered him.

‘I’m fine, thanks Claire. Just not overly fond of socializing.’ He chuckled.

‘Ah, why did you agree then? You could have declined like Severus did, just maybe in a nicer manner.’

‘True, but this little get together is for you, so I’ll put up with the others for a few drinks.’ He winked at her.

Claire’s stomach did somersaults, she felt a fuzzy feeling inside of her but tried to just ignore it.

‘What are you two still doing here?’ Loki’s bark made Claire jump as she hadn’t been paying attention.

Two students were lurking near the bathrooms.

‘Sorry, Sir. Just leaving now.’ One of them said and they both began walking away.

‘Wait.’ Loki called, making them both stop and they turned back around guiltily.

‘Hand it over.’ Loki said, his hand outstretched towards them. Claire raised an eyebrow as she watched on in confusion.

‘Wh… what?’ One of them stammered.

‘You know exactly what.’ Loki narrowed his eyes at him.

The student ashamedly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of white powder.

‘This will have to be reported, I suggest you both tell your parents so they don’t get a nasty surprise when the police turn up on your doorsteps tonight. Not only is having drugs in your possession ridiculously stupid, but taking it into school too? Have you been dealing to other students?’

‘No! No! It was just between us two. I’m sorry, Sir. Please don’t tell the police.’ The student begged and looked like he was going to cry.

‘I’m sorry boys, but it’s my duty to report this.’ Loki said with a tiny bit of regret in his voice.

The two students sulked off out of the building, Loki shook his head with a sigh as he went into the bathroom, Claire followed him in, even though it was the boy’s bathroom.

‘What are you doing?’ Claire asked.

Loki went into one of the cubicles and tipped the bag out into the toilet, flushing away the evidence.

‘They’re intelligent kids, never been in trouble before. I suspect they’ve mixed in with the wrong crowd, peer pressure, I’m hoping this will be enough to scare them, and if they tell their parents they will get enough of a punishment from them, I’m sure. I’ll have another word with them tomorrow. I believe in second chances, plus it’s only a little amount, so hopefully they will learn from this.’

‘How did you know they had it?’ Claire asked as they headed back out into the corridor.

‘I could smell it.’ Loki said without thinking, but he could feel Claire’s eyes boring into the side of his face. ‘I uh, have a pretty good sense of smell. Besides, they were obviously up to something and I saw a small bulge in his pocket.’

‘Wow, I thought I was pretty good at spotting things, but that’s something else entirely. It’s nice that you’re giving them another chance, since they’re not normally troublemakers.’

‘Of course. Many of the students wouldn’t be here if we came down super hard on them for every little stupid mistake, they’re at the age of experimenting with many different things and getting in with wrong crowds. Sometimes a little scare is all they need, but sometimes it takes actually calling the police, unfortunately.’ Loki smiled softly.

Claire and Loki joined Michael, Jeremy, Hannibal and Matt at the entrance. It wasn’t long before David and Jessica came along. Loki wanted to head off straight away before Chris appeared, but no such luck, as Chris arrived promptly.

‘Everybody’s here, let’s go!’ Michael said as he rubbed his hands together.

Everyone headed out, Chris stepped in next to Claire, pushing Loki behind them as he draped his arm around her shoulder. ‘I hope you’re enjoying your first week here and Loki hasn’t been too demanding?’ Chris asked.

‘Not at all, I’m enjoying working with him. My first week has been really good, it’s a great school.’ Claire replied.

‘That’s good to hear. At least tonight I’ll get to know you more, can’t have Loki hogging you all for himself after all.’ Chris spoke quietly with an alluring tone.

Claire had goosebumps rising on her skin as she could feel his warm breath against her ear, he spoke in such a sensuous manner.

Jessica noticed Loki staring daggers into the back of Chris’ head, she’d never seen veins close to popping on someone’s neck so much before, close to blowing his lid.

‘Yes, Loki has been hogging you. Now we can finally have some girly chat, too.’ Jessica said brightly as she grabbed Claire’s hand and pulled her forward.

While Loki was relieved that Chris no longer had Claire in his clutches, he still wasn’t overly pleased about her being touched by another vampire, but he knew she was safe enough now so managed to calm himself down a little.

When they arrived at the bar, they were lucky to get a large enough booth table for them all. It was a cosy place, with low but warm lighting and plenty of music memorabilia lined the walls, music played in the background and Claire spotted a jukebox in the corner, she mentally took note for later. Some people were playing darts and pool, it had a nice chilled out atmosphere even with it being relatively busy, especially for a Thursday night.

‘This is our usual haunt, it’s a great wee place.’ David said to Claire as everyone took off their coats.

‘I love it. This is my kind of place.’ Claire grinned as she soaked up the atmosphere.

She scooted into the booth next to Matt, Chris attempted to go in next to her but Loki swiftly sat down first and moved in closer to Claire. Chris just smirked as he sat down opposite instead. Loki began to wonder which was worse, as now he sat in her direct eyeline.

The others all squeezed in too, Hannibal took everyone’s drink orders and went up to the bar to get the first round.

‘Just so you know, you’re not paying a penny tonight. This is our treat for you.’ Michael said to Claire, the others nodded in agreement.

‘No, I can’t expect that of you all.’ Claire argued.

‘No arguing, Claire. It’s our treat to welcome you in, and it’s part of our wicked plan to get you drunk and to feed you so that you like us so much you never want to leave.’ Jeremy teased.

Hannibal ended up getting some food for the table to snack on while they drank. Even though the conversation flowed casually, Claire noticed some tension between Loki and Chris. While Chris seemed to enjoy poking little teasing comments at Loki, Loki just seemed pissed off whenever Chris opened his mouth. She decided to wait for the right moment to ask someone if there was beef between the two.

She didn’t need to wait long, after bragging a little about her pool skills, David challenged her to a game. They took their drinks over to the pool table while the others remained at the table, apart from Matt who went to watch and make sure they played fair.

Chris ended up going to play darts with Hannibal, so that gave Loki a little breathing room to enjoy his drink and converse with the others that were left at the table with him.

‘So, what’s the deal between Loki and Chris? Could cut the tension with a knife.’ Claire asked David and Matt halfway through their game, with Claire in the lead.

David took his shot, but missed getting a ball in the pocket. ‘Damn it!’ He grabbed the chalk and rubbed it on the end of his cue. ‘Loki and Chris… well, they have quite a bit of history. It’s not our place to tell, really.’

‘Let’s just say, they have a very different outlook on certain… subjects.’ Matt uttered.

Claire looked round at Loki and could see how much more relaxed he was with Chris being away from the table.

‘Are you taking your shot or not?’ David asked cheekily as he poked Claire's side with his cue, making her jump.

‘Yeah, yeah, hold your horses. I’m just letting it sink in for you how much you suck at this game.’ She grinned and took aim.

‘Ooooh, you’re getting totally roasted, mate.’ Matt laughed.

David narrowed his eyes at Matt.

Claire took her shot and got one of her balls into the pocket. David watched on apprehensively as she only had two more balls to go before going for the black ball, while he still had four to pocket first.

‘And thrashed!’ Matt sniggered as Claire went on to pocket another ball, then to David’s relief she missed the third one so he could at least get a chance to try and catch up.

‘I can not let a girl beat me at pool.’ David muttered as he took his time getting his aim right.

Matt and Claire looked at one another with a grin, Claire tried her best to hold back laughter. David got his ball into a pocket, then missed the next.

Just as Claire cockily took position, bent over the green velvet table and focused on taking aim, Chris stalked over to them. ‘Well, what a delightful position you’re in, darling. Best be careful, beautiful woman such as yourself in such a compromising manner while surrounded by males could be risky...’ He purred, just as she took her shot.

She missed completely, the ball went flying against the side of the table and scooted right past the ball she had been aiming for.

‘Shit!’ She hissed and stood up straight, she looked round at Chris and glared at him. ‘You cost me my shot.’ She whined, but blushed a little from the way he looked at her with his piercing gaze. Even though he was clearly flirting and teasing around, there was just something extremely intimidating about him, a hidden danger that she couldn’t put her finger on that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

‘She doesn’t need to be careful, perfectly safe here with us.’ Loki growled as he approached. He’d caught Chris heading over, so wanted to make sure he wasn’t over stepping the line, and he’d heard everything.

Claire smiled brightly at Loki, while Loki could seem intimidating too when he wanted to, there was something really warming about him. She felt unusually safe and content around him. Though she did feel safe around them all, really, but Loki more so. She just put that down to the fact that she had spent the most time with him, after all.

‘Two shots to me!’ David said gleefully as he took his shots.

Chris stayed rooted to the spot and folded his arms over his chest as he smirked at Loki. Loki scowled at him and tried to make sure he couldn’t get too close to Claire, especially when she took her shots.

Even with the previous distraction, Claire still managed to beat David at the game. He could often be a bit of a sore loser, but he shook her hand in good spirit. ‘Good game, good game.’

‘Putting on a brave face. Well done.’ Loki teased and patted his shoulder.

They all went back to the table and had a few more drinks before calling it a night, with it being a school night after all, no one wanted to be teaching with a sore head in the morning.

Jessica, Hannibal and Claire ended up sharing a taxi since they lived in the same direction.

‘I’ll make sure she gets in safe, I promise.’ Jessica whispered to Loki, seeing the worry on his face.

‘Thank you.’ Loki nodded.

Everyone else split in their own directions home too. However, Chris wasn’t finished with his night out.

He went around the back of the bar to find two drunken girls stumbling around the alley, smoking cigarettes. As he stalked up to them with large strides, he put on a charming smile when he reached them.

‘Good evening, ladies.’ He purred.

‘Why hellooo handsome.’ One of them slurred as she looked him up and down. ‘What can we do for you?’ She said suggestively.

Chris’ fangs slowly emerged and he grinned widely, showing his sharp pearly whites off to them. ‘You can scream and put up a fight for me, I do love it when my meal struggles.’ He growled before lunging at them.

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #michael fassbender #david tennant #loki fic #vampire Loki #the redbridge hunts #severus snape #jessica chastain #chris motionless #jeremy renner #matt murdock #hannibal

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borathae · 2 years

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“You and Yoongi haven’t taken that certain next step in your relationship yet. But when a sudden sexy scene on screen suprises you, said step seems way easier to take than imagined."

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, domestic Fluff

Warnings: this is pure lovemaking, subby!Yoongi, gentle dom!Reader, praises, good boy kink, a sex scene in a movie, he gets hard because of it, she rubs him over his sweats :'), he is so cuddly and cute, he sits on her lap :(, thigh riding & dry humping, breast worshipping, body worshipping for both, the best kisses, nipple sucking & play, he has sensitive nipples, oral (f.receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), protected sex, penetrative sex, missionary position with lots of hugs, he also cries cause it feels so good, i wanna scream this is so soft

Wordcount: 10.4k

a/n: This is the softest lil feel good smut I ever wrote 😔 (but it's also really hot wtf, I'm dying here 🥴) I just want them to be happy for eternity 😔 I also think that I made my heart literally burst for good boy!Yoongi, holy moly I didn't know I needed Yoongi with a good boy kink in my life, but I do. Him sitting on her lap does things to me, I wanna treat him so right

You have Yoongi over tonight. He came for warm milk, cookies and a movie after his heaters once again acted up. Not that his acting up heaters are the only reason he came over. He missed you a great deal and really wanted to see you. You instantly said yes because you missed him too and five minutes later, he was by your door with Holly in his arms.

You built a blanket fort in the sunroom and on top of your most comfortable pillows and blankets, you enjoy your delicacies, bundled up and cozy and with a silly romance movie on.

It has been snowing the entire day. The world is covered in a thick white blanket by now. Inside the cold can’t reach you however, you made sure with big fuzzy socks for the both of you and your trusty old space heaters.

One of which, Levi claimed as his own, now slumbering right in front of it with his nose covered by his paws and his back getting warmed up by the heater.

He hasn’t bothered to move ever since the neighbour came over. Quite frankly, he is rather annoyed by his frequent visits and the obsessive kissing the two of you like to engage in, in his presence. So he tries not to move too much and sleep until the neighbour is leaving again.

Not that Yoongi is planning to do so any time soon. As a matter of fact, he is planning on staying overnight.

He reaches into the bowl of popcorn, fetching nothing.

"Oh no, empty", he says.

"Really? Oh dear. Don’t worry, I have more", you assure him, taking the bowl only to get stopped by Yoongi.

"Don't worry, I got it", he says, pecking your cheek before getting on all fours and crawling out of the blanket fort.

Holly, who had slumbered on a pillow before, lifts his head and jumps to his little feet to waddle after his daddy. He loves the frequent visits to your cottage. It smells so good here and he has a new friend to play with all the time. Holly loves playing with Levi, even if his friend sometimes acts annoyed by their playtime. He also loves tonight. He hopes that his daddy will never ever leave again. Oh dear! He is already so far away. Holly starts running, bumping his head with Yoongi’s leg once caught up.

"Careful Holly", Yoongi tells him, looking down at him.

Holly retorts the look with all the love he can offer. He has the best dad ever! Tonight is awesome!

"Can you get some cookies too?" you call out from the fort.

"Sure", Yoongi says, disappearing inside afterwards with Holly by his side.

He returns soon after, carrying the fruits of his successful hunt in your kitchen. You press play on the movie, accepting the plate of cookies and making space for Holly jumping back in.

"You didn’t have to pause for me", Yoongi tells you.

"Of course I did, you'd have missed so much", you say, welcoming him back under the blanket.

"So warm. I was freezing my butt off outside", he says, snuggling into you. His head is resting on your shoulder, his arm is snug around your waist and one of his legs is lodged right between your thighs. The bowl of popcorn he placed a little further down on your lap. And Holly is slumbering on his pillow again, resting his little chin on his little paws.

"It's not that cold", you tease him, rubbing his arm to get him warm again.

"Yeah it is, you gotta warm me up."

"Aww poor baby", you coo, hugging him closer all while rubbing his back quickly, "there we go, get warm again."

Yoongi hums contently, focusing his eyes back on the movie while his lips curl into a tiny smile. So nice. He couldn’t ask for a better way too get warmed up.

Soon you can hear the faint sound of him eating popcorn and chuckling at funny parts of the movie and calmness returns.

You and Yoongi spend a lot of time together these days. Even more time than you did back in summer. And you love every single second of it.

Yoongi is the best time spending partner you could ever ask for. And gosh, he is so sweet and funny and always knows the best stories and his kisses are the best and he smells so nice, his cooking is heavenly too and to top it all off, he likes being the little spoon. Yes, you were aware that you were thoroughly and crazily whipped for him, but can one really blame you if someone as sweet as Yoongi is your boyfriend? Surely one can forgive the quick swooning.

The point however was, that you and Yoongi are spending a lot of time together and you realised that next to all the little quirks you love to swoon over, Yoongi truly was such an enrichment in your life. You may have sounded like a hormonal teenager at first, but Yoongi is so sweet and he makes you laugh like nobody else does. And even mundane things like cooking or going grocery shopping feel exciting with him.

You are currently in the phase of your relationship where you get to know each other's cuddling habits. As mentioned before, Yoongi loves being the little spoon. Which was perfect, because you love being the big spoon. Yoongi also loves resting his head on your shoulder or your chest. Which was perfect because you love playing with his hair and feeling the weight of his head rise and sink in sync with your breathing.

Hand holding? Was a shared favourite of both of you.

Napping whilst cuddling? Yoongi showed you the joy of it.

Watching a movie whilst cuddling? You introduced Yoongi to it.

Making out because of cuddling? Yes. A simple and confident Yes.

So in conclusion, you and him spend a lot of time glued together. A lot of time.

And while that may make one think that you also spend a lot of time glued together without your clothes on, that is not entirely true.

It has been a while since you got together and while you still had a few hot nights after your reunion, you didn’t really spend a lot of time having sex.

Especially the traditional type of sex. The type where he sticks his thingy inside of you. That kind.

You didn’t have that yet.

There was no particular reason for it, the time just didn’t feel right yet.

Which was quite ironic, because on the few occasions where you did end up tangled and horny, you were always this close to getting there.

One time, you were stopped by Holly barking for his dinner.

Another time, Yoongi’s one and only condom ripped right as he slipped it on and you had to stop.

Then it didn't and he was already on top of you, when Levi had the brilliant idea to jump on his back and scratch him (that night wasn’t fun because Yoongi hurt a lot. Levi had to sleep on the couch as punishment).

And another time you really, really wanted it, only to start your period right when Yoongi wanted to go down on you (you almost broke up with him in embarrassment, but he managed to calm down your hormonal butt with some hugs).

So yes, the stars were not in your favour as far as taking that next step was concerned.

It wasn’t a big problem, because you didn’t need sex to be happy with Yoongi. Most often than not, simply spending time together was enough fulfillment.

And in return, Yoongi didn’t make it seem as if he had a problem with it either.

But you can’t deny that you didn’t begin fantasising about him obsessively. You find yourself masturbating a lot more than you did before you met him. You have two reasons for that. First of all, the memories he gave you. You love thinking back to the steamy times you shared and getting off to them. And second of all, the images of what could be. Bringing Yoongi to orgasm a lot of times has given you memories and those memories like to sneak into your fantasies until they drive you to the point of a soaking wet orgasm around your favourite toy.

And maybe you shouldn’t keep all those soaking wet orgasms between you, your mind and your favourite toy, but instead experience them with your extremely hot boyfriend.

It happens then that the two main characters of the movie fall into a passionate kiss.

"Finally", Yoongi murmurs, "it's what they deserve."

"Mhm", you agree, concentrating on the way they hug. So close and so ready to devour each other.

You sneak a glance at Yoongi. He is watching with great interest, not noticing your yearning gaze.

You look back at the screen. The characters have managed to get shirtless by now, pressing each other against the next best wall.

Yoongi eats popcorn. You look at him again. He is so sexy. Has he always been that sexy? Wow, look at him eating popcorn so sexily. Would it be weird if you reached down there and traced his lips? Or feed him some popcorn before sticking your finger down his throat?

"Damn", he says, averting your attention back to the movie.

Flustered by your own dirty thoughts, you look back at the screen. Dear heavens, thankfully reading minds isn’t a real thing.

The guy just this moment is ripping through the woman's panties before falling to his knees. No explicit details are shown, just him grabbing her hips and pulling her on his face. The next scene is of her taking a shuddering breath and throwing her head back.

Yoongi clears his throat, shimmying his hips into another position. Like this his leg isn’t between your thighs anymore and his crotch isn’t pressed into your side.

It makes you prickle in excitement. Is there a reason for why he moved away?

The scene continues. The characters have reached the bedroom. The woman, now lying on her back, has her legs over the guy's shoulders as he eats her out. No details, just enough to really get the imagination going.

Yoongi coughs, shifting again. You sneak a glance at him. His cheeks are beet red, the colour is spreading over his nose as well. Further down his body. Goddamn, the best parts are hidden behind the blanket. You can’t even check if he is as affected as you feel, because you are. Oh, you are so affected. The scene may not be graphic, but watching it with Yoongi does things to you. Like make you imagine how it would feel to have him on his knees like that.

The scene changes. The man gets pushed into the mattress while the woman climbs between his legs and lowers herself to his best parts. Next the man gasps before his head rolls back and he reaches down to where you assume the woman is giving him head.

"They went all out, didn’t they?" Yoongi says and laughs nervously.

"Yeah right? They really wanted each other I guess."

"Yeah totally, I get that."

"Same, yeah."

You and him exchange a hasty look. Did he mean it how you meant it? Is he relating to the characters just as you do? Too shy to further probe, you look away and pretend that you weren’t relating. Yoongi does the same, hoping that you can’t hear his racing pulse.

The scene has changed tremendously. Now a big detailed shot of the guy's butt is on screen. It flexes and relaxes with him moving his hips into her.

"That's a good butt", you say.

"Yeah uhm, true", Yoongi mumbles, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

The scene continues. More steamy sex on screen and shimmying from Yoongi. The way that man fucks her. So desperate. You are so horny because of it. Which is quite unusual because you never get horny because of movie sex and yet tonight it leaves you soaking your panties. Yoongi is squirming so much and all you can do is imagine how he would act in such a scene with you.

"Jesus christ, how long is that scene?" Yoongi says, gulping secretly.

"It's really long. They really went all out in the details."

Just right now it zooms in on the woman scratching her nails down his back. You feel your own fingers scratch down your boyfriend's back.

He squirms at that, sneaking a devastated look up at you. One you manage to catch because you were in the midst of sneaking a needy look down at him as well.

He looks away quickly, burning up even more. You can’t stop staring. He is so hot. Dear, he drives you crazy.

You run your fingers along his spine, watching with a tingling stomach as he very visibly presses his thighs together under the blanket.

So you bury your hand in his hair, playing with the strands at the nape of his neck.

A dent appears right on top of his crotch. One of his hands, most definitely cupping his dick. You wonder if that means that he is trying not to get hard or stop himself from being hard.

The scene stops. The pillowtalk of the characters is like background noise in your ears.

"That scene was so long, right?" Yoongi says, getting no answer from you.

He lifts his gaze with a racing heart, meeting your half-lidded eyes.

"Right?" he asks quietly, feeling dizzy in nervousness.

You run your fingertips over his scalp, forcing his thighs to rub together while his hand presses down hard.

"Want me to replace that hand of yours? Mhm?" you ask him.

Yoongi widens his eyes to the point you fear that they might accidentally fall out.

"I, I. Don’t. I. S-sorry what..what?" he stutters.

"The hand you’re keeping between your legs. Want me to replace it?"

You can watch how he pulls it away.

"With, with w-what?"

"My own obviously."

"But the movie, don’t you, you wanna watch?"

"Do you?"

Yoongi gulps.

He reaches for your hand and tugs it on top of his crotch. The feeling sends excitement through you. He's sporting a semi, one you know became bigger after the bold stunt you just pulled.

He sighs shakily, parting his lips.

"You're already hard", you say, rubbing your palm up and down his clothed length.

He flutters his lashes before lowering his gaze. With a shy little whimper, he snuggles into you, hiding his face in the side of your arm and grasping it with his fingers.

"You're so cute", you whisper, making him twist your sleeve and keen quietly.

Adorable. You place your fingers around his tip, massaging it gently and with enough pressure that he has to make a sound again.

"Does that feel nice?" you ask him.

"Yeah, feels nice", he breathes, letting out a shuddering sigh afterwards, "don’t stop please."

You weren’t planning on stopping. Touching Yoongi is too much fun to stop. He is so much fun to touch because he gets hard so easily. Just as right now, he is already significantly harder than when you started.

You abandon his tip to rub your entire palm up and down his length. You give his balls a little massage each time you reach them for some extra loving. One Yoongi accepts happily with a squeeze of his thighs and a shy moan into your chest.

He is nuzzling so much, bordering nudging almost. His nose is poking your sideboob constantly, his lips press into your soft flesh, searching for you.

"Yoongi look at me", you order lovingly and with a soft sigh, your boyfriend lifts his head.

His eyes are half-lidded, spilling over in both love and arousal.

"Do you want to suck my nipples?" you ask him, feeling how this makes his dick twitch.

"Yeah", he croaks, licking his lips.

"And do you want to kiss my lips?" you probe, feeling him twitch once again.

"Yeah…" he breathes, rubbing his thighs together.

"Pick one and you can do it."

Yoongi whines, giving you a pout.

"Go ahead. Be a good boy and pick one", you encourage him, basking in the needy roll his hips do.

Good boy. You realised that those two words carry magic with them. Yoongi didn’t have to tell you that they get him, because he did a terrible job at hiding how turned on he gets by it, but he still told you. With blushing cheeks and a semi hard cock in his sweats. That was the night the condom ripped. Truly, it was tragic.

"Be my good boy, Yoongi", you whisper.

Yoongi mewls, using his abs to chase you with parted lips and his eyes glued to your mouth. You let him chase you, making it oh so hard for him by increasing the pressure of your touches.

But Yoongi is stubborn and needy and he really wants to kiss you. And because he wants it so, so bad, he becomes creative. He sits up and climbs on your lap, plopping down on you with a huff of air.

"That is-" you get interrupted by him hooking his arms behind your head and claiming your lips in a kiss.

It was a chaste kiss. One meant to test the waters. Yoongi pulls back, giving you the biggest puppy eyes ever.

"That's so hot", you whisper, running your hands down his sides.

Yoongi squirms under your touch, feeling shivers run down his spine. His breathing hitches in his throat when you reach the especially sensitive part of his waist. You grab it, knead it and pull him closer. Not close enough so that his dick would press into your tummy, but close enough that his breath hitches yet again.

"Does that mean you made your decision?" you ask him, sending shivers down his spine with your amazing touch.

"Kiss me, I wanna kiss you", Yoongi answers you, yearning oh so much that it hurts.

You just have to tilt your head and Yoongi understands. You fall into a deep kiss, one which is clearly controlled by how horny you both are. He hooks his fingers behind your neck, while you grip his hips tightly.

A moan rolls over his tongue and tickles your lips. You answer him just as needily, pulling him closer until he is flush against you. Like this his hard dick is finally pressing into your tummy and Yoongi is so needy that he begins grinding into you the moment he feels that warm pressure on his length.

The kiss breaks just enough that he can press out a curse, then you have him already pulled back. Yoongi mewls and keens, cupping your face with his hands. Big and warm and oh so gentle. His thumbs caress your cheekbones, doing it with so much passion that you are aware of how horny he actually is, even if he is holding you with such gentleness.

You are horny too. So, so much that you have to rub your thighs together for some sort of friction. It’s not enough but it stills some of the ache. Not much, because rubbing your thighs together means that Yoongi gets the perfect stimulation on his balls and that makes him sound even sweeter.

So you grab his butt. Which is the most counterproductive thing to do in this situation. His butt feels so nice to hold, round and plumb and so perfectly sexy.

Yoongi presses himself closer, moaning into the kiss. He becomes restless in his movements, grinding his length against you to the point that he is soaking right through his briefs and sweats.

It turns you on so much. This is the first time Yoongi is on your lap (at least that you can remember) and the experience is awesome. He is just perfectly heavy and his thighs are so soft where they touch you. It is also very nice to have him move on top of you. He is smooth yet horny in his movements. His butt is tensing sometimes, his balls feel so warm and plumb on your thigh while his dick feels so hard and hot against your tummy. The sensations are new, but so addicting.

You break the kiss, panting heavily. Yoongi does too, squeezing your cheeks in a desperate attempt to get you back on his lips.

"This is so hot", you whisper shakily.

"Yeah", he agrees, chasing you cutely.

You don’t let him win, but still make him grind against you to really rile him up.

"You look so pretty on my lap", you praise, watching how this makes his cheek turn pink, "you're my pretty kitten", you add just for the fun of it.

Yoongi flusters terribly, having to hide his face in the crook of your neck. The sound he makes is just slightly pitched and oh so cute.

He ruts against you, tickling your neck with his moans and open-mouthed kisses. His butt sticks out in the new position and you use it to really keep him close, guiding his movements with a strong and confident grip.

Yoongi gladly lets you guide him, as a matter of fact, he needs it. He needs you pinning him against you and keeping him close and oh so sensitive from so much friction. He needs your fingers digging into his buttocks and he hopes that you manage to bruise him. He needs the guidance because it makes him feel so dizzy and dumb in pleasure.

"That feels so nice", you sigh, enjoying his neck kisses with closed eyes. Yoongi is doing such a good job. His lips are so soft and so eager to explore every inch of your neck. His tongue is shy, yet also so hungry, tickling you each time he dares to lick your skin.

It also feels amazing to have his quickly moving chest press against you. It squishes your boobs and leaves you with a warm, fuzzy feeling everywhere.

It also makes you incredibly desperate to feel his naked chest press into your naked boobs like that.

"Wanna be shirtless", you say.

Yoongi lifts his head even if it is difficult because he loves being nestled into you so much.

"Me too", he says, stopping his grinds for the sake of taking his shirt off. Even if this is the worst thing to do. He doesn’t want to stop, he wants to keep riding your thigh.

He begins tugging his shirt up, only to be stopped by you taking over for him. You hook your fingers in the hem of his shirt and pull it up his torso.

"Oh?" Yoongi flusters, "okay", he says, lifting his arms for you.

You tug the shirt off his head and over his arms, ruffling up his blonde hair in the process. He looks shy, but leans into your touch when you go to fix his messy hair.

He giggles, touching your shoulders.

"You're so pretty", you say, caressing his cheek.

His eyes flit down, he squirms. Praises fluster him so much.

"C-can I undress you too?" he asks shyly.

"Yes, do it", you allow him, lifting your arms.

Yoongi works carefully. He makes sure that your nose doesn’t accidentally get caught and he is even careful not to mess up too much of your hair.

He throws the shirt to the side and touches your shoulders, trailing them up and down slowly. He takes a look at you, squirming on your lap.

"You're so pretty", he says, flustering you.

"Thank you", you whisper, "can you touch me?"

He nods his head, dancing his hands from your shoulders down to your chest. You arch into his touch, feeling charged in anticipation.

It is a tender touch. Yoongi cups your boobs before he runs his thumbs right over the sensitive skin.

"So pretty", he whispers.

"Don't stop", you sigh, feeling tingles run down your spine until it turns into warmth between your legs.

"Can I use my mouth?" he makes sure to which you allow him with a nod of your head and an arch of your back.

He starts off slowly, placing the first kiss of many on top of your shoulder. He kisses your neck too and down your collarbone. He worships your chest all the way down to the swell of your breasts. Every kiss makes you sigh, every touch makes you shiver.

Yoongi places the first kiss on your breasts right next to your left nipple. You harden in an instant, aching for him to place the next kiss right on top.

But he doesn’t. He trails his kisses across your chest, massaging your softness at the same time. Another kiss right next to your right nipple. Once again it pebbles, sending a shiver down to your warm core.

Then he lifts his head, just enough that he can gaze at you.

"My beautiful", he breathes, giving you a shy smile.

Your heart flutters, your stomach tingles. Yoongi keeps looking at you as he finally places his kiss on top of your nipple. First a kiss, then his lips wrap around it and he sucks softly.

"Oh", you let out, struggling to keep up the eye contact, "feels….good…"

Yoongi agrees in a hum, releasing your nipple in a soft slurp.

"Feels so nice", he says, "I love your boobs. They’re so pretty", he whispers, looking at you with so much adoration that you feel warm all over.

He trails his kisses to your other nipple and with soft, loving lips he gives it the same treatment as the other one.

Your eyelids flutter, you find it so difficult to breathe. His mouth is so warm and wet and his tongue is so soft. You have never felt that sensitive on your nipple, you swear that for a moment you wanted to scream.

Not that you do, instead you take a bundle of his platinum blonde hair and twist it.

"It's seriously so good", you croak.

Yoongi slips off, "yeah? Is good?"

"So good, don’t stop", you sigh and sigh again when he sucks on your tender breast. He takes your other nipple between his lips afterwards all whilst squeezing your breasts together and using his fingers for a tingling massage.

He stops for just a moment to rest his cheek on your soft breasts. He nuzzles, making a cute sound as he does.

“You’re so cute”, you say, having to giggle.

“You have the softest boobies, mhhm”, he says and hums as he rubs his cheek against you like a cuddly cat, “so soft and warm.”

“God Yoongi, you cutie.”

Yoongi lifts his head, pressing himself flush against you. Like this you can finally feel his naked chest against your naked breasts. He hooks his arms behind your head and smiles. You retort it, dancing your hands up his sensitive sides.

“Oh”, he lets out, gaze becoming droopy. He squirms then shudders. A shy giggle follows, “you make me shiver, feels so nice”, he confesses.

“Yeah? Is good?” you ask him, tugging him from your body just enough that you can place kisses on his neck.

Yoongi tilts his head to the side, letting out the loudest sigh ever. His eyes are shut closed, his pouty lips are parted in bliss. He feels those kisses everywhere. They feel like tingles on his scalp, electric sparks in his stomach and fire between his legs.

“Is good…”, he sighs, “ah…”

Down his neck and to his collarbones. They always look so pretty when they poke out from his shirt collar. Perfectly dainty and so pretty. You nibble on them softly then leave a kiss.

He giggles, writhing on your lap.

“Hehe”, you let out, smiling as you press the next kiss to his chest. And again. Down, down, down his sternum which makes your sweet lover squirm and giggle again.

His skin tastes so sweet and feels oh so soft under your lips. You want more. Your kisses trail along his left pec, inching closer and closer to his nipple. Yoongi’s breath hitches, his back arches slightly. Away again, teasing him just as he teased you. Over his chest and to his other nipple. Goosebumps cover his skin as you place your kiss right next to it.

“___”, he giggles, covering his chest with his hands balled to fists. He is shy, he can’t help it.

“It’s okay”, you assure him, wrapping your fingers around his wrists to tug his fists away. You place a kiss next to his nipple again, just a little bit further up.

Yoongi giggles and tries to cover himself again. It feels so, so good that he can barely even handle it. His squirming soon comes to a stop when you tug his arms behind his back and hold them there with one hand wrapped around his wrists. Like this, his back is arched slightly and his chest sticks out so perfectly.

You lift your gaze, catching Yoongi gulping with his eyes widened.

“Be my good boy and keep those arms behind your back”, you order lovingly.

Yoongi gulps again, squeezing his thighs around your own in a needy squirm.

“Can you do that? Can you be my good boy and keep those arms away so I can play with your nipples?”

Yoongi lowers his gaze shyly, blushing most ardently. He nods his head.

“Yes?” you make sure.

“Yes”, he whispers, writhing on your lap.

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m your good boy”, he can barely even get the words out, lowering his head in shyness.

“Exactly, my good boy”, you praise, rewarding him with a kiss to his neck.

“Ah”, Yoongi lets out in surprise. His first reaction was to reach to his front and hold you, but then remembered that he was supposed to be good. He intertwines his fingers with each other, giving his hands a little squeeze. He needs to keep his arms behind his back. That’s what you want from him.

His obedience gets rewarded by you with the most amazing kisses down his chest and back to his left nipple. You tickle it out of hiding with your fingertips and when Yoongi feels like moaning from how sensitive he feels, you press a kiss on it.

Yoongi moans, squeezing his thighs together. You suck on his nipple and Yoongi has to squeeze his hands again. He makes a desperate sound, so desperate in fact that you lift your head in worry.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, studying his heated face.

Yoongi looks at you with glassy eyes.

“My, my nipples are really sensitive”, he confesses, lowering his gaze, “it feels like a lot.”

“You have sensitive nipples?” you ask him, placing your hands on his ribs right under his pecs.

“Yeah, really sensitive”, he says quietly, nodding his head.

“That’s so sexy”, you say, touching his pecs. Your thumbs rest just under his nipples. One little movement and they would touch him, “do you like attention to them? Or is it really too much?”

“I like it”, he says and writhes as you move your thumbs. In the wrong direction. It was on purpose and meant to tease him, “but it overwhelms me easily, because it’s so intense.”

“Poor cutie, it overwhelms you?” you ask, placing your thumbs on his nipples.

“Ah”, Yoongi lets out, arching his back while his brows shoot up in surprise. He tenses his arms to keep them behind his back.

The movements begin. Soft circles with a faint pressure. You focus it right on the tips of his sensitive nipples and Yoongi swears his veins feel as if electricity is running through them.

“If I do this long enough, will it feel so, so sensitive?” you ask him tauntingly, watching in delight how his brows knit together and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Yeah”, he squeaks out, squeezing his thighs together again. The dent in his sweats is so big, he leaves such a wet spot on the fabric, his nipples are seriously so swollen. He is so handsome like this.

Yoongi gasps then moans, tensing his arms even more.

“Please”, he begs, fleeing in a squirm until your thumbs slip from his nipples.

You giggle, pulling him back with a firm grip on his waist.

“Stay put, honeybun”, you order, “don’t flee from it.”

“I’m too sensitive”, he whines, widening his eyes when despite his complaints you wrap your soft lips around his right nipple.

He exhales audibly, dropping his head.

"Please", he begs only to get his left nipple sucked on while you flick your fingers over his right one. The touch makes his toes curl and for his body to tense unbearably, "sensitive please."

"Mhm, so sexy", you mumble, kissing your way back to his neck all while your fingers are flicking and rolling his nipples.

Yoongi reaches for you. He can’t help it. All of this is so overwhelming. He doesn’t know how to handle it.

“Yoongi, your arms”, you warn, lifting your head from his neck. Your fingers you keep on his nipples, rolling gently.

“I’m sorry”, he says, falling into your chest, “sorry, I’m so sensitive, please I need a break”, he confesses and nuzzles his face back into your neck to kiss you.

This time around the other side and he treats it with so much devotion that you feel like floating. You let your eyes fall closed, melting under his touches. His hips are moving again, grinding his most sensitive parts against your body. His sweet lips feel like magic against your neck, his tender fingers draw little hearts on your back.

“That’s nice, I like this break”, you say, caressing his sides and back.

“Me too, it’s so good”, Yoongi whispers, moaning softly as he places the next kiss on your neck. And the next and next and next until it turns into a constant stream of warmth and his hips begin rutting against you. You can feel just how much harder he became because of the attention you gave his nipples. You really thought that it wasn’t possible, but apparently it was.

"You're so hard for me, my cutie", you say, kneading his most sensitive part of his waist.

"You make me so hard", he breathes, kissing your jawline with his eager lips.

You feel so cozy. All of this is just so perfect. The sounds of the movie serve as quiet background noises. There is currently a slow love song playing, which fits the mood just perfectly. The blanket fort gives you such a sense of protection. Right now it is just you and him hidden from the rest of the world under a roof of pink and purple blankets and with fairy lights as your own little starry sky. The air is so warm in here, your heated bodies warm it up even more. And the scent of his perfume is tickling your nose, mixing with the sweet smell of honey butter popcorn and cinnamon tea.

Truly all of this is so cozy. Especially now that you have his naked skin against yours. It is so soft. And warm. And good. This is all so good.

Yoongi lifts his head, “___”, he sighs, rubbing the tip of his nose against your cheek, “I’m so turned on, seriously.”

“Me too, it’s sticking to my thighs.”

“That’s so hot”, Yoongi whines and ruts against you, “ah ___, I want you.”

“I want you too”, you tell him, meaning it like nothing else.

He looks at you with droopy eyes, cupping your cheeks.

“Do you think that maybe you want to try again?” he asks.

“I really want to try again.”

He smiles, “lets hope Levi doesn’t scratch me again”, he jokes and laughs.

You snicker, “we’ll keep him locked out. He lost the right last time.”

“Hopefully he knows. The fort is kinda wacky in its defenses.”

He makes you laugh, “should we go to the bedroom? We’d have more space too.”

Yoongi nods his head, climbing off your lap, “I have to get the condoms either way.”

You and him meet again in the bedroom. For a moment Holly wanted to slip inside too, but then Yoongi told him to go to his spot on the sofa and behave. Which Holly did, very groggily because he wanted to stay with his parents.

Yoongi closes the door behind him.

“Lock it too. Levi knows how to open doors.”

“Good thinking”, he says, locking it.

He turns, studying you. You are sitting on the edge of the bed by now, looking at him with hungry eyes. He hurries to you, sitting down next to you.

“Look”, he opens his palm, “I got three, just in case. Now nothing can stop us.”

“Yeah, for real. I had my period last weekend, so that won’t stop us either.”

“That’s good”, Yoongi says, nodding his head.

“Yeah, yeah”, you agree, sneaking a glance at him.

You feel it and Yoongi feels it too. Now that some time has passed where you and him weren’t completely entangled, some of that shyness has returned and now it feels just a little bit awkward to sit here shirtless and turned on.

Yoongi, who feels just a little bit less nervous, speaks up. He turns to you, taking your hand in his.

“Are you nervous?” he asks you.

“Just a little”, you confess, “now that we’re really good to go, it feels so real and I feel a little fuzzy.”

“Me too. I’m really nervous too”, he says, caressing your knuckles.

“Really?”

He nods his head, “this is so special to me and I want this to be perfect.”

“It’s already really perfect”, you assure him, making him smile shyly.

“That’s really good to know”, he says and chuckles softly, “god ___, my heart’s racing so much. Feel it.”

“Wow, it’s racing so much”, you gasp with your hand on his chest, “feel mine”, you say, placing his hand on your chest just as he did with you.

“Just as much”, he says and giggles.

“Yeah”, you giggle, drawing closer to him.

He draws closer as well, placing his arm around your waist. The touch makes you want to climb on his lap and so you do. Yoongi accepts his sweet fate gladly, caressing your hips with eager hands.

You lean in, kissing him deeply. Yoongi moans, kissing you back immediately. Now you are back to where you left off. Horny and so needy for the other. No more nervousness, you really want him and Yoongi wants you. You begin groping him, motivating him to do the same to you.

You bask in his touches with a needy moan, one Yoongi retorts before his tongue darts out and asks for yours. You give it to him gladly, sticking it into his mouth until he sucks on it before swirling his tongue around it. It was a movement of seconds, but leaves you wanting it again. Yoongi knows without words, sucking and playing with your tongue whilst feeding you his own. Tongue kissing like this makes him so goddamn horny. It’s so good, especially when you grind your warm core against his thigh.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, letting the string of saliva, connecting your tongues, break. You chase him with a needy moan, but Yoongi doesn’t let you win for the sake of asking a very important question.

“Can I eat you out?” he asks.

“You want to eat me out?” you gasp.

“Yeah, I wanna make you feel really good before I fuck you”, he explains, feeling you squeeze your thighs together.

“That sounds so hot. I want it”, you say.

“Thank you, god thank you”, he says, kissing you passionately. He lifts you just long enough that he can get up and then place you on the mattress right by the edge. Yoongi has to bend down and prop himself up on his hands to keep kissing you. You hold his face safely, caressing the back of his thighs with your feet.

Yoongi ate you out one time already. It was one of those evenings that started with cuddles, turned into fumbles then ended with you giving each other head. It was also one of those evenings which did not end in you trying to have penetrative sex and it is a very nice memory in your mind. Yoongi is very talented with his mouth. Quite frankly, the first time he went down on you, you almost kicked him in the face because you were so surprised by how nice it felt.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, giving you a sweet smile.

“Can I undress you?” he asks.

“Yes, you can”, you allow him, touching his pecs, “I’m so excited.”

His smiles grows, “you are?”

“Mh-hm, you do that so well.”

He tries not to, but still flusters, “you’re really good too”, he murmurs, hiding his face in your neck before he completely dies in giddiness.

He begins trailing his kisses down your torso, holding your sides in his big hands. Not an inch gets missed out. Your chest gets worshipped, your nipples sucked on until they are swollen. Then your ribs and upper stomach until his lips naturally find their way down to your lower tummy and the hem of your pants. He has gotten you to the point where only squirming really helps to still some of the bubbling heat between your legs. Not that it really helps, only his mouth can bring true relief.

“I’ll do it now”, he says.

“Just do it”, you sigh, lifting your butt off the mattress.

Yoongi works quickly, pulling off your sweats and throwing them on the ground. Your panties he keeps on solely so he can run his fingertips down your terribly sensitive inner thighs. The touch makes you groan in pure desperation. You swear, you never opened your legs further than you do right now.

“You’re really wet already”, he says, staring at your soaked panties stuck between your puffy lips. He runs his thumbs right next to where you want him most, making your hips roll against nothing.

“Don’t tease”, you grumble, furrowing your brows.

“I’m not, just taking it slow”, he says, which earns him a dark look from you. He grins, “sorry, I’ll speed up.”

Not that he really speeds up. He takes off your panties unbearably slow. So slow that you decide to help him by tugging your legs out of them the moment it is possible. Then it is back to staring at him with a tingling stomach and way too little sanity left.

Yoongi balls up the fabric and guides it to his lips. He kisses it as he looks at you, making you gulp because it is so hot to watch.

“You’re so hot”, you whisper.

Yoongi lowers the panties and places them on top of the mattress. He falls to his knees afterwards, burying his face in the softness of your inner thigh.

“God”, you groan, dropping your head in the sheets.

His hand is holding you, his lips are so eager in their kisses. He leaves them all the way down to where your middle meets your thigh, then he changes legs and begins his kisses on your other side. Needy and hungry. The closer he gets to where you want him most, the hotter you feel.

He places his kiss on the spot where your thigh meets your middle. You reach down and grab a bundle of his hair.

“Don’t tease”, you warn, giving him a soft tug.

“Am not”, he defends himself, turning his head to finally place a kiss on top of your core.

“Yes”, you sigh, letting your legs fall over his shoulders.

Yoongi accepts them happily, running his hands up and down your heated skin. He darts his tongue out, lapping up your sweetness carefully.

“That’s nice”, you tell him, wanting to twist his hair but holding back.

Yoongi shifts his attention from your entrance to your clit. He gives you slow kitten licks, checking your face for confirmation that what he was doing was good.

What he doesn’t know is that it isn’t just good, it’s incredible. You let your jaw go slack and moan loudly.

Yoongi closes his eyes, bursting in happiness. He begins putting more pressure in his licks and finally truly does what he is best at.

The difference makes you arch your back and your toes curl. Warm and wet, his tongue grinds against your clit, twisting your stomach in constant tingles. You tug on his hair, because you can’t help it anymore.

“It’s really good, ah Yoongi”, you say and retort to moaning. Talking is hard when he turns your entire body into jelly.

Yoongi moans into your pussy, changing up his licks for sucks. The pressure around your bundle of nerves forces your legs to fall open even when they are around his neck. It forces them to slip off his shoulders, but Yoongi catches them before they can fall, placing them on the mattress instead.

One second of break so he can kiss each of your inner thighs and then he is already back on your pussy, using the newfound freedom to really bury himself in there. Like this, your legs are so nicely spread and your pussy is so revealed, that he really gets the best spots easily.

“Don’t you stop”, you croak, opening your legs even more. You don’t care just how needy this makes you look, because quite frankly? Why should you lie? You are needy. Very, very needy and Yoongi deserves to know, because it’s all his fault. If he wouldn’t be so cute and sweet and hot and his mouth wasn’t that good, you wouldn’t be that needy. It’s his fault and he has to know.

You reach down with your other hand, running both of them through his golden locks. It serves as both praise and your own pleasure. Yoongi has the softest hair and it feels so good when you can play with it as he eats you out. Yoongi loves it too, shivering unbearably whilst wanting to do even better.

He manages to do so by tickling your entrance with his pointer finger while he flicks his tongue over your clit. The joined sensation sends a shake through your legs, forcing a trembling moan past your lips.

Yoongi continues the movements until you feel so charged in sensitivity that you can only release said tension by bucking your hips up. It makes it a little easier to bear, but doesn’t help in the long run because Yoongi continues doing his magic until you once again feel so charged that you have to buck your hips up. It is then that you realise that this is your fate right now. He will flick his tongue and finger until you feel like snapping and only fucking the air can bring some sort of relief.

“You, you seriously gonna make me, me c-cum”, you stutter, flinching and twitching once again, “I’m serious Yoongi, ah god.”

Yoongi moans, peeling his eyes open to gaze. You look so beautiful when you are lost in pleasure. Especially when he is between your legs and he can look up at you. He flicks his tongue, swirls his finger.

“Yoongi, I’m serious”, you squeak out, rolling your hips up again.

The time between charging and releasing gets shorter and shorter. He gets you there way too quickly. It’s so unfair because you can barely even breathe.

“Serious”, you croak, arching your back, “Yoongi, god.”

You warned him and yet he isn’t stopping. He is so mean. You are actually going to cum on his mouth.

What you still haven’t figured out yet in your sex scrambled brain is that this is exactly what Yoongi wants. He wants you to lose yourself on his tongue. He wants to taste you and feel how you throb and then he wants to kiss your clit until you flinch in overstimulation. He also knows that an orgasm gets you wet. Drenched even. And that is how he wants you to be when he fucks you, because he wants you to feel so good.

“Okay you, you gotta…stop..or else…it’s too”, you stop talking just to croak out a moan, “late”, you moan, bucking your hips up.

Yoongi purrs, flicking his tongue over your clit as he drags his finger through your swollen folds. He cups your breast and squeezes your nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure down to your core.

“Yoongi!” you yelp, twisting his hair as he forces your body to climax, “what the- ah”, you moan, shaking out of control. This is insane. How good can a high feel? Yoongi is crazy for being so good.

Yoongi holds you until your aggressive trembling stops, flicking his tongue the entire time while his finger presses against your entrance so he can feel it pulsate.

One last shake and an arch of your back and you drop, letting your wobbly legs fall open even if that stretches your hip flexors quite a lot.

“Son of a binky bonky”, you get out, wheezing for air, “what was that?”

Yoongi smiles triumphantly, littering your throbbing clit in kisses. He is seriously so horny that his dick hurts, but he has to stay here until it gets too much for you. This is all he needs right now. To kiss your clit with all his devotion

You hiss, flinching away, “sensitive, wait”, you tell him, giving his hair a firm tug.

Yoongi abandons your clit to begin kissing his way up your torso again. He stands up gradually as he goes, crawling more and more on the bed until he ends his journey on your neck and he can sit himself down on your lap, which you so happily got ready for him.

He cups your face, pulling you into a deep kiss. He uses his tongue instantly, feeding you the lingering taste of your sweetness alongside his needy moans.

“Yoongi sweets”, you break the kiss, “give me a moment, I need to breathe.”

Yoongi presses out a curse, burying his face back in your neck, “I want you so goddamn bad”, he confesses, dragging his tongue up to your ear. He takes it between his teeth and whimpers solely to rile you up.

“Mhm sweets, feels good”, you sigh.

“I’m so hard, it hurts”, he confesses, rolling his hips on your lap. His cock barely grinds against your stomach in the position and it’s driving him insane.

You run your hands to his butt, dance them over his hips until you reach his front. Yoongi’s breath shudders.

“Oh god”, he croaks, pressing himself closer, “fuck me please.”

“That’s hot”, you gasp, widening your eyes in surprise. You did not expect him to talk like this, but you aren’t complaining.

“Please”, he pleads, sounding so uncharacteristically Yoongi as he does. He must be so needy. You seriously have never heard him that desperate before. It makes you want him like never before.

“Then get naked and take me”, you tell him.

“Thank you”, he moans the words, stumbling off your lap with wobbly knees.

In the time he takes to get rid of his sweats and briefs, you make yourself comfortable in the middle of your bed, sitting up to watch him. He is struggling a little to roll the condom on because of how excited he is and once he actually got it on, he managed to stroke his cock so sensitive that it is rockhard against his stomach. And we are speaking rockhard. You almost start to worry for him because of just how hard he is.

He climbs on bed and on all fours, he crawls to you.

“You’re so hard”, you say, wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m so turned on, seriously I want you so bad”, he says, kissing you desperately.

It happens naturally that you fall into the pillows and Yoongi follows right along, finding his spot between your legs with his dick resting right on your pussy. He rolls his hips into you, grinding his hard length over your clit.

The kiss breaks because you both needed to moan. Yoongi rests his forehead against yours, having his eyes squeezed shut.

"That's amazing", you whisper.

"Is good yeah", he agrees, "are you ready?” he asks.

“So ready. I want it like this.”

“Same, I can’t wait”, he says, reaching between your bodies to align himself with you, “really ready?”

“Just-”, you roll your hips up, forcing him to slide in, “-do it.”

“O-oh god”, Yoongi groans, falling to his elbows, “___”, he moans squeakily, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. This is it. The moment he is finally home.

“Yoongi”, you get out, staring at the ceiling with widened eyes.

So that is how that feels. What in the ever living. This feels incredible.

“Holy moly”, you whisper, “that’s amazing.”

“It’s incredible. Fuck”, he presses out and shudders, “sorry, I keep cursing.”

“It’s fine”, you assure him, running your hands up his back, “can you move?”

“I’ll try”, he says and begins rocking his hips into you slowly, “my love”, he croaks, trembling, “fuck, that feels good.”

“It feels so good”, you agree, letting your eyes flutter closed.

You are happy that you finally managed to take the next step. Nothing could have really prepared you for just how good it feels. To feel his weight on top of you and heated skin against yours as his length shifts inside of you, feels like magic.

“How are you doing?” Yoongi checks in on you.

“Good, feels so good. You?”

“Incredible”, he says and buries himself deeper, “so incredible."

"Oh that’s so deep", you get out before you turn your head to bury your face in his neck, "Yoongi…don't stop."

Yoongi shakes his head to tell you that he won’t, wrapping his arm around you to cradle you close. Like this you are safe between his arm and his neck, drowning in his sweet scent and feeling invincible.

"So nice, oh so nice."

You are also kind of happy that you were stopped during all your other tries. Tonight is so perfect. You felt good and nice during your other tries, but tonight you feel so cozy and fuzzy that your entire body tingles and you swear that you could fly if only you tried.

"I can feel you so well", you sigh.

"Same, you’re so soft and warm", he tells you, having to moan afterwards. He can’t do much more. Not when he is finally inside of you and you feel so goddamn good.

But you are also a little sad that you were stopped all those times before. Oh, all the times you and him could have floated on the pleasure. It makes you want to pull him closer just to make sure that you can make up for all those lost moments.

So you do. You wrap your arms around him and pull him as close as possible. It shifts his length deeper and makes his tip kiss your favourite parts each time he rolls his hips into you.

“Yes please”, he presses out, shivering.

“Feels good?” you say, hugging him tighter. You even wrap your legs around his thighs, pulling him closer that way.

“___, my love”, he croaks, letting out a soft sob.

“Are you crying?” you gasp.

He shakes his head, but sobs again, “feels so good, I love you so much.”

“Oh”, you whisper, feeling your heart almost burst out of your chest. This is the first time he said the L-word to you. You smile, pressing him closer with a hand on the back of his head. His length feels so much better all of a sudden, leaving behind a warm tingle in your lower stomach and between your legs.

“I love you too”, you whisper, feeling how this makes him tremble and then for his hips to speed up.

Bear in mind, they are still incredibly slow and gentle, but there is definitely a sense of desperation in his movements. You feel good all over because of it. He is grinding right against your clit too, which makes you feel even better.

"I love you, fuck I love you", he chants, showering you in his emotions one roll of his hips at a time, “I love you, this is the best. I love you.”

With a moan of his name, you reach down to hold one side of his waist. The other hand you keep buried in his hair. He stutters in his movements, mewling into your neck.

“Is it nice for you?”

“Yeah”, he presses out, letting out a little sob afterwards, “so good.”

“For me too, my love”, you whisper, pressing his hips closer for more friction.

Yoongi shudders on top of you, letting out a soft grunt afterwards, “don’t do that please”, he begs with his lips pressed against your temple.

“Why not?” you ask him, making his hips move against you all whilst chasing him. The friction is incredible, oh he feels so good inside of you.

“I’m so close. Don’t wanna cum.”, he confesses.

“Why not, honeybun? Don’t you want to feel good?” you encourage him, rolling your hips up.

“I do”, he mewls, “please ___, I’m gonna cum.”

You lock your legs around his hips, grinding against him vigorously. He had no mercy for you when you told him that you were close and you are all for returning the favour. He can shake and beg all he wants, he will cum for you. Soon.

“I can’t hold back anymore, please”, he begs, resorting to twisting the pillow edge.

“Then don’t hold back”, you rasp, clenching around him.

Yoongi crumbles instantly. He climaxes as if it was his sole purpose on this earth, holding you so close you wonder if he wanted to melt with you. He tries to moan but ends up gasping for air and then falling silent with his mouth agape against your neck.

Yoongi swears that for a second he feared that he will pass out. It feels so good. He could cry from how good it feels. Maybe he does, that would explain why his cheeks feel so wet once he somehow calms down.

He trembles in his aftershock, gasping for air whilst trying to swallow at the same time. It results in him making little sounds of “mhm” and “hm”.

He pulls out way too soon for your liking, dropping on the mattress next to you. Gulping, he is still trying to recover, finding some sort of relief by nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Touch me Yoongi, I want to cum too”, you try and to your sweet surprise, Yoongi somehow manages to let one of his hands disappear between your legs. He lets two of his fingers slip into you and presses his palm against your clit. You moan, rolling your head to the side so you could face him.

Yoongi looks completely ruined, but tries to look somehow presentable for you. He forces a smile to his lips even if he is oh so tired. You retort it, shivering under his skilled touches.

"You're so beautiful", he breathes, curling his fingers against your favourite spot.

“Yoongi”, you whimper.

“Is it nice?” he makes sure, scooting closer so he could rest his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, not long”, you whisper, cupping his cheek, “kiss me, sweets.”

Yoongi kisses you gladly, moaning so sweetly for you. He kisses you until you tense around him and even then he kisses you, deepening the kiss until you can suck on his tongue. You fall over the edge just like this. Tongue kissing him while his fingers curl against your sensitive g-spot.

You feel like puddy once your high finally stops, dropping into the pillows completely limp and oh so happy. Yoongi pulls out of you, caring not to wipe his fingers before he cradles you in his arms and holds you close. Quite frankly, he doesn’t care about anything for the next ten minutes and neither do you, falling into the nicest post sex nap.

When you finally do find yourselves coming to your senses again, his dick has softened and the condom is barely holding on. Thankfully he is only touching the side of your leg.

“I should get up and clean up, but I’m so comfy”, Yoongi mumbles with his cheek squished against your shoulder. He drooled a little, but you don’t seem to mind.

“I should get up and pee, but I’m so tired”, you murmur, arm resting around him. You have never felt that content before.

He chuckles tiredly, as do you.

“Did you just doze off too?” he asks.

“Yeah, I said bye for a moment”, you say, making him laugh.

“Same”, he says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as best as possible, “you just ruined me.”

“Honestly same, that was really good.”

“Yeah, I’m so happy we finally managed to go through with it.”

You snort, “yeah, totally.”

He smiles against your skin, “I’ll try not to cum so soon next time. Sorry, that was a mess, I was just way too excited like an idiot.”

“No, it was amazing. Don’t feel bad, the timing was perfect.”

“Yeah? So you’re not mad that I didn’t make you cum with my dick?”

“Not at all”, you say, flipping to your side to press a kiss to his forehead, “you said the L-word.”

“Too soon?”

“Not really. I feel the same”, you confess and giggle.

Yoongi lifts his head, gazing at you with sparkly eyes. He cups your cheek, smiling softly.

“You’re beautiful”, he whispers.

With a fluttering heart, you lower your gaze giddily. You most definitely would have ended up kissing him, if your door hadn’t started to produce the loudest noises ever.

Scratching noises, thumps as if something was jumping against it and a chorus of meows and barks.

You and Yoongi exchange a look.

“I guess pillowtalk is over”, you say, chuckling when Levi lets out an especially dramatic meow behind the locked door.

“Their timing is perfect, isn’t it?” Yoongi lifts his head, staring at the door, “you’re too late little munchkins, we already did it!” he calls out to your pets.

You snicker, “god Yoongi, don’t say that.”

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if it all ended tomorrow (k. seokjin)

if the sun refused to shine

baby, would i still be your lover?

would you want me there

if the moon went dark tonight?

summary: kim seokjin is an angel, and the only lover she ever needed.

pairing: seokjin x reader

word count: 2.07k

tags: major character death, perfect!seokjin (he’s already perfect anyway), enamored!oc that views him as her entire world

warnings: none except the fact that this is gonna be TRAGIC and i apologize so effing much

author’s note: kim line SLAUGHTERED 🔪 jk but interesting how my first three fics on here r of the kim line. anyways ty for the support <3

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If she were going to be honest with herself, she'd say, quite plainly, that her life has no meaning or no value. There had been far too much that had happened recently that left her almost numb to any thoughts or feelings she might have or, alternatively, want to have. Most of her days were spent either sitting in bed, stuffing her face with an ungodly amount of food, or going to work and overworking herself to the point where she could barely stand up because of how physically and mentally exhausted she was.

Nothing about these habits was enjoyable in any sense of the word. She didn't like the feeling of being unproductive and unworthy of life. She wanted so desperately to get back into the swing of things. But alas, she couldn't do it even if she forced herself to.

That's why she needed someone else to force her. And that's what happened today. She was invited to a celebration being hosted in an event building at a local park. Her mom encouraged her to 'get out of the house', her friends told her that it would be best to 'stay in-tune with reality', and her boyfriend's friend, a young man named Jungkook, practically begged her to go. Honestly, the first two encouragements weren't enough to get her to go to the event. It was Jungkook's pleading, with his big doe eyes welled with tears and face filled with worry - worry for her wellbeing - that convinced her that she should do something rather than rot in bed.

So here she was, outside of the private event building, watching people walk in before her. She was quite afraid to take a step inside the door because of the judgment she was anticipating. As soon as she was in sight of everyone within the room, she would receive stares, people would whisper, and she would be treated as if she were fragile and deserving of pity. She didn't want that. She just wanted to attend the celebration, make Jungkook happy, and leave.

With a deep sigh, she closed her eyes for a moment and tried to clear her mind of any anxiety she felt in that moment. Her first time being seen by other people in months was something that terrified her, but she wasn't going to let it get to her. She had already let a million other things get to her. Maybe her mom was right. Maybe she did need to get out of the house. Go back to normal life.

As soon as she stepped into the building, she admired how beautifully it was decorated. Pink decorations everywhere, with flowers and music and the sweet scent of roses and candy. It was truly incredible to see how well-put-together the celebration was. She was in awe.

She continued to look around in an attempt to spot people she recognized. She already saw Jungkook on the opposite side of the building with a few of his other friends, however he hadn't seen her yet. She also spotted her boyfriend's parents, standing and talking to other older adults with solemn looks on their faces. And finally, upon scanning the room a little more, she spotted her boyfriend himself. Kim Seokjin, the love of her life.

He looked beautiful. His face, so soft and full of life, sat there smiling back at her. The slight glow to him made him look unreal, as if he had been an angel who landed on earth just for her. Looking at him made her heart completely stop, as it always did, and her brain went fuzzy. Something about him always made her act like a complete fool and she was never able to behave normally around him. She was completely, entirely, 100% head over heels for this man and she always would be.

They say that when you die, the best moments of your life replay in your final seven minutes. And while she wasn't quite dead, looking at her Seokjin started those seven beautiful minutes.

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May 15th, 2015

Tousling her hair a little bit to give it last-minute volume, she heard the honk of a car horn outside of her home. In an enamored frenzy, she smiled widely and started spritzing on her perfume like a maniac before quickly looking in the mirror one last time. She didn't wear dresses all too often, so felt a bit overdressed, but she knew it was for good reason. She grabbed her purse and walked out the door, only to see her gorgeous boyfriend leaning against his car.

Now that she was seeing him in all his glory, she changed her mind. She now felt rather underdressed. Seokjin had his hair beautifully slicked back and was dressed in a stunning tuxedo, holding a bouquet of pink roses. His face, sheen and sparkly, lit up upon seeing her, and his plump lips curled into the softest of smiles.

"You look beautiful," he complimented as she approached him, offering her the roses. "I mean, you're always beautiful, but... wow." A bright red crept to her cheeks as she took the roses and planted a soft kiss upon his cheek. "So do you, Jinnie." His smile now growing much bigger, he gave her a gentle nod and turned to open her car door. As soon as she got in and situated, he closed the door and returned to his side, promptly getting in.

"I have dinner reservations for us, and then I thought we could see where the night takes us. I know neither of us really like being spontaneous, but I didn't really have any other plans," Jin admits sheepishly. "But I figured neither of us would mind as long as we were spending time together, right? Being next to you is enough for me."

"Sounds wonderful," She responded, placing a gentle hand on his knee. She didn't listen to a damn word he said, far too hypnotized by his beauty, but she'd do anything he wanted if it meant being with him.

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July 9th, 2016

“Don’t worry dear, they’ll love you.”

She felt her boyfriend leave a soft kiss on her temple before looking up at him with wide and nervous eyes. She hadn’t said anything since they got out of the car and approached the apartment complex, yet he could easily read her mind without any words being exchanged. Today she was meeting Jin’s best friends and she couldn’t be any more terrified.

She had heard a lot about them. Seokjin never stopped talking about them, in fact. He loved bragging about his friend group and the fun things they’d do, and it almost made her a little jealous because the truth was that she didn’t have a friend group that was even half as close as it seemed like these seven boys were.

“What if they don’t?” The words barely escaped her lips as her bottom one trembled in upset. She wanted to be strong for her boyfriend, she really did, but she was far too anxious about this. He let out a soft hum and reached out to press the stop button on the elevator before turning to her and grabbing her hands.

“Do you trust me?”

She stared into his eyes. His big, beautiful eyes. The eyes that would never tell a lie, and would never lead her astray. She knew she was in good hands, she truly did, but something about the situation made her uneasy. Perhaps it was just the fact that she was meeting so many people at once. Not just people, it seemed like they were a rather rowdy group of boys.

“…Yeah.”

Jin smiled gently as he reached in to place a kiss on her lips and restart the elevator at the same time. “Then you’ll be fine. I promise.”

And just as Jin had promised, she found herself engulfed in dozens of hugs by these six other boys. Not only that, but she felt as if she had been a part of their friend group, their little chaotic family, since the very beginning.

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October 23rd, 2022

"Are you awake yet, beautiful?"

Still half asleep, she stirred in bed, eyes opening to see a blurry Seokjin standing in the doorway of their shared bedroom. He was holding something rather large in both hands, however she wasn't yet awake enough to figure out what it was.

Letting out a soft groan, she rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed. Now that she was able to get a clear view of her gorgeous boy, still in his pajamas but otherwise ready for the day, she saw that he was holding a tray of food. It took her a second to realize that he was delivering her breakfast in bed, but once she realized, a huge grin appeared on her face.

"I am now..." She trailed off, marveling over the food that her lover was now placing in front of her as he crawled onto the bed next to her.

"I couldn't sleep any longer, so I decided to make you some food. I also cut up those strawberries we had in the fridge that we kinda forgot about." He grabbed one and looked at it. "I promise they're still good. I checked each one." Letting a soft giggle out, she looked over at Jin with lidded eyes. "Thank you, baby." She said as he offered her the strawberry in his hand which she accepted graciously.

The rest of their breakfast in bed date was comprised of Jin doing most of the talking while he fed her the different foods he had set up on the tray, insisting that he didn't want her to have to lift a finger and just wanted her to enjoy some good food. From time to time, he got a little too passionate about whatever topic he was speaking about and almost nearly missed her mouth completely, resulting in a few times where he had to wipe around her lips with a napkin and her teasing him until he shut her up with a kiss.

"You know," She said, taking a pause to swallow the food in her mouth. "I absolutely adore you."

"Glad to know the feeling's mutual," Seokjin smiled softly as he fed her the next bite.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Present

“I’m glad you made it,” Her attention was drawn from the picture of her boyfriend to the voice coming from next to her, none other than Jungkook. “It would’ve hurt if you didn’t come.”

She sighed, looking over at her friend with sad eyes. “I didn’t want to if I’m honest. But I knew that if anyone had to be here it had to be me.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they stood in silence for what seemed like forever. Part of her wanted to break down sobbing in order to release the emotion she’s been holding on to for so long. But the other part of her, the bigger part, enjoyed the silence and enjoyed spending it with one of her boyfriend’s best friends.

“You know he loved you, right? More than anything in this world,” Jungkook looked at her briefly before looking back at the framed picture of Jin. “You were his everything. There wasn’t a single conversation we had that didn’t involve you in some way. Nothing else mattered to him but you.”

She knew that what Jungkook was saying was true, even if she didn’t want to physically admit it. Obviously they never spoke about funeral plans because they never saw either one of them dying so soon, but she knew that if Seokjin wanted a celebration of life she was the only one he’d ever want there. No one else mattered except for her. The world could have been engulfed in flames but he would’ve been as happy as can be if she was happy too. He would’ve moved mountains for her, walked across a desert with no water for her, killed for her. And the truth is that she would have done the same for him.

Life without Jin wasn’t going to be an easy one. But coming to the celebration of life, seeing his picture, and spending a moment with one of his closest friends made her realize that if she truly loved him, she would do what he would’ve wanted and keep living. For him. Her dearest angel Jin.

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seasonsbloom · 2 years

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Congratulations on the 500 followers, you absolutely deserve it! 🎉 And there’s no pressure but could I request Jake x reader and first time, like maybe it’s in the bad habit universe and its the readers first time giving Jake a BJ ❤️

♡ pairing ; boyfriend ! hangman x female!reader

♡ wc ; 4.6k

♡ warnings ; 18+ only, minors do NOT interact; explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral (m receiving), mentions of oral f receiving, tiny bit of a dom/sub dynamic if you squint, spit, finger sucking, dirty talk, idk it's half past 4am i can't think) like one mention of vomit ?

♡ note ; bad habit universe, but can be read separately. this was the hardest thing i've ever written goodbye. thank you sol for saving my life time and again, this truly wouldn't have happened without you.

It’s his birthday, and Penny volunteered the Hard Deck as a party venue. Drinks are flowing freely, oldies are playing from the Juke Box, and Jake is drifting through it all with his usual cocky grin and an almost uncharacteristic tint of melancholy about the eyes.

You’ve been hanging back mostly, nursing a single Mojito, successfully riding the razor edge of intoxication—just a little bit of liquid courage instead of full-blown inebriation. Things go fuzzy around the edges, your chest feels warm, and everything’s a little lighter.

But the buzz of the nerves in your stomach doesn’t subside. Like a hummingbird got trapped in there.

At some point after midnight, you can’t take it anymore. You push your way through the crowd until you can slot yourself beneath his arm, press your front into his side like you’re trying to climb between his ribs.

Jake smiles at you, your own private smile, the one that belongs only to you, and your heart goes soaring in answer.

“There you are,” he says. The night has made him softer, makes him ignore the raised eyebrows from Coyote and Payback as he traces a kiss to your temple, makes him focus on nothing but you. “I’ve been looking for you.”

You can’t help it - you smile back, giddy and weightless.

“Do you want your present?”

He raises an eyebrow and reminds you, “You already gave me one, honey.”

You did hand him a wrapped present with birthday pancakes earlier this morning. A new pair of aviators because he broke his last ones and a framed picture of the two of you that Phoenix took at a bonfire just a week or so after you’d started dating. But that’s not what you’re talking about right now. That’s not what’s making your insides feel like a butterfly sanctuary.

So you shake your head.

“Another one. Different one.”

Something about the tone of your voice must make him take the hint. He blinks at you.

“Should we get out of here, then?” he asks, leaving the ball in your court.

You nod. “Take me home, Seresin.”

By the time you reach Jake’s bedroom, the liquid courage has turned to vapor. It’s quiet in the room, the kind of silence that echoes after the noise of the Hard Deck, of your friends’ voices, of the roaring of the car engine. You leave all the lights off except for the gentle orange glow of the lamp on the bedside table, hoping it’ll somehow help calm you down.

It doesn’t.

You bumble through a series of awkward motions, strip off your jacket, slip out of your shoes, take off your necklace and let it clink down on the top of the dresser. Jake, who’s only toed off his shoes, watches you through all of it, arms folded in front of his chest, an unreadable grin on his face.

Finally, you turn to face him, put both hands on his chest - and he’s so warm and his muscles so hard, and it hits you every time, like you’re a teenager, like you’re indulging in high-school fantasies, and it’s so dumb, but, god, if you don’t love it - and push him down onto the edge of the bed.

Jake goes willingly, and then he blinks up at you, not saying anything. Part of you had hoped for him to take the lead, but he’s making you work for it tonight. You hate it when he does that. It’s so much easier to follow his cues, feels natural to say yes, Jake, to let him bend you and shift you and move you wherever he wants you. Submitting to Jake is as easy as breathing because you know he’ll always catch you.

But with the way he’s grinning at you, you know he won’t help you out. Not right now.

You swallow around the lump clogging up your throat.

“Take off your pants,” you say, trying for a command that trails upward at its tail-end until it sounds like a question instead.

Jake chuckles but obliges you, opens the buckle of his belt, pops the button on the jeans and slides them down his legs, kicks them to his side.

You stare at his legs for a moment, at the soft flume of blond hairs dusting the shins, the golden skin, the scar on his knee from when he cracked it open trying to learn how to skateboard the summer he turned sixteen. Sucking your lower lip between your teeth, yearning pulling at the muscles of your belly, you take a step closer.

“Your shirt too,” you say, and then, because you can’t help yourself, because it’s stronger than you, you add, “please.”

Jake’s lips purse like he’s trying to hold back words. Again, he listens. Slides the pale blue button-down over his head instead of unbuttoning it. It upsets some of his hair, a few strands sticking up, but he smooths them back into place easily.

It’s always like this - looking at Jake, the planes of his chest, the abs, the collarbones like marble arches protruding from his shoulders, there comes a moment when all you feel is the need to touch him. And then you always realize, belatedly, distantly, that you can. Because he’s yours.

The thought sends a thrill through you, a shudder that starts at your scalp and ends at the tips of your toes. Taking another step forward, right into the cradle of his thighs, you rest your palms on his shoulders.

Jake sighs, something like content to the sound.

You lick your lips, looking at him, feeling suddenly almost inadequate.

Jake, like always, picks up on it almost immediately.

“What you planning, sweetheart?” he asks. It sounds like you got yourself in this mess, now get yourself out of it too.

And you’d thought about this. Laid out the words like planning outfits for the first day of school, shoes and pants and shirt. Racked your brains on how to make it sexy and good and something he’d want instead of bumbling and awkward and embarrassing.

But now your head is wholly and decidedly empty, here in the face of him and all this want like shifting heat in your bones.

“I’m…” You pause, exhale, bite down on air as you wrestle with yourself, as you search within you for another burst of courage like you had in the bar. “I’m going to suck your cock.”

Where they’re resting on his thighs, Jake’s hands clench into fists. He tenses all over for a moment, every muscle taut, shoulders lifting, elbows jutting out, and then he moans. Actually moans.

You blink.

He’s pulling you against him before you know what’s happening, mouth finding yours with perfect precision. Then his tongue slides between your teeth and his hand is in your hair, and if you’d had a single thought left before, it’d be melting away now under the firm pressure of his lips on yours.

When Jake pulls away, your knees are weak, and his eyes are glazed over.

“You gonna suck my cock?” he asks, and his voice is dark.

You whimper, nod, look away, press your legs together.

Jake hooks a finger beneath your chin, turns your head so your eyes meet his. So you can’t look anywhere but at him. “You’re gonna get on your knees like a good girl and take my cock in that pretty mouth?”

You’re going to black out. You’re pretty sure of it.

“It’s your birthday,” you whisper, like that’s any kind of answer, like you aren’t so wet at the thought of his cock down your throat you’re soaking through your panties.

Jake watches you for another moment, eyes searching, and then he abruptly lets go of you. Leans back on his palms planted firmly on the mattress and spreads his legs a little further.

“Get on your knees then.”

You obey without thinking about it. In your chest, the nerves flutter their feathery wings, but you resolve to ignore them. The hardwood floors press awkwardly against your knees in a way you know will hurt later, but you keep your eyes level with the planes of Jake’s abdomen.

And then you don’t know how to proceed. Stay there, hands twisted into a knot in your lap, biting your lip.

Above you, you hear Jake exhale a shuddering breath.

“Have you done this before, honey?”

His voice is gentler than before, less demanding.

You shrug, think back to your high school boyfriend, to the abysmal experience of it all.

“Once,” you admit, and then don’t offer up any more information. You don’t really want to think about it.

Jake hums. His fingers card a strand of hair behind your ear, thumb coming out to stroke over your lower lip. Immediately, instinctively, you open your mouth, and Jake groans as he sinks the digit between your lips.

“You didn’t like it?” he asks, voice breathy. His finger presses down on your tongue, saliva gathering around it, and you’re pretty sure your eyes roll back in your head.

Then he withdraws it suddenly, and you feel the loss like an ache, sudden, stabbing, as he ghosts his finger across the column of your throat, smears a trail of your own spit onto your skin. It should be disgusting, but somehow, the thought of it, the draft from the open window caressing against the wet path of it, has you shuddering instead.

Jake repeats his question, nudges you gently.

“Oh.” You think about it for a second. “Not really. But he… I don’t think he liked it either.”

Jake cocks an eyebrow.

You shrug, look away from him.

“I don’t think… I don’t think I’m very good at it.”

And Jake laughs. The sound is loud and sudden, and it punches you in the chest. You all but recoil, drawing back into yourself, the shock of it sudden and horrible, and you can’t believe he’s laughing at you when you’re being open and vulnerable and…

Jake catches you by the shoulders, pulls you towards him - your knees go skating over the wood, and that’ll leave burn marks tomorrow, but right now, you can’t bring yourself to care, not when he bends in half to kiss you again, to take your hand and drag it to his crotch where he’s harder than he’s ever been, precum wetting the fabric of his boxers.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers against your lips, drawing back to nudge your nose with his in a gesture that seems almost too tender for the heat of the moment, “no way. There’s no way.”

It’s easier to ignore in his arms, with him so close, but the fear is still there. While you were just thinking about it, just imagining it, it was so easy to pretend you were confident, to feel some kind of misplaced bravado about it all. But now? You feel smaller than ever.

“I just…” You draw back a little, can’t explain why your voice is watery, why you feel so close to tears. “I just want it to be good, Jake. I just want to be good for you.”

Jake makes a noise like you’ve slapped him across the face.

“Always,” he mumbles, kissing you again, gentler this time, trails another one across your cheekbone, your nose, “you’re always good for me, honey.”

And then, without warning, he draws away, almost has you falling face-first against his stomach. With you kneeling, he’s a looming, hulking shadow above you.

“Need me to teach you, sweetheart?”

It’s just like Jake - wrapping the kindness of it all up in something that sounds lewd and almost condescending. But you know him well enough by now to recognize it for what it is: an offer to let you choose how you want to do this. Do you want him to guide you, or do you want to continue what you had planned, try to take the reins over for a while?

“It’s fine. It’s your birthday.” You push your hair back without looking at him. “Just… tell me if I do something wrong?”

He clicks his tongue, sighs, then leans back on his elbows, back almost flat against the mattress. Gestures towards his crotch with a sweeping wave.

“Have at it, then, sweetheart.”

“Alright,” you whisper and think that maybe you were wrong. Maybe it’s not fear coursing through you. You’re not really scared with Jake, not of anything. Just nervous, a little anxious, but most of all eager - to do good, to make him feel good.

So you slide your hands beneath the elastic of his boxers, grateful when he lifts his hips to help you slide them off. Slowly, you reach for his cock, telling yourself you’ve done this part before, have had him spilling into your palm just a day ago, and really how different can all of this be? It’s just spit and friction and a bit of pressure. Men are so much easier.

A muscle in Jake’s abdomen jumps. You take a deep, steadying breath and lean close enough that you can smell him - sweat and aftershave and his shower gel, too - and then, heart beating a hundred miles a minute, you lick a single, long stripe along the underside. It elicits a shudder from Jake, and you think, okay, great, that’s not bad, he’s not running screaming yet...

Tentatively, you take the tip into your mouth, suck softly, and Jake lets out a low groan.

“Shit… you’re doing great, sweetheart,” he says somewhere above you. “Just… go at your own pa-”

You slide your mouth further down his cock, far enough that you can feel the weight of him towards the back of your tongue (HUH????), that you can really taste him, and then, just to check, just to see that he hasn’t checked out yet, bored, occupied with something else, ready to move onto something where he’s in control and doesn’t have to content himself with your awkward explorations, you look up at him. Your eyes meet. Jake’s pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed, mouth open wide. By his hips, his fingers clench into the fabric of the sheets.

The reaction surprises you, and you can feel the frown starting to form between your eyebrows, but it’s good, too, a reassurance that makes you feel somewhat more grounded. Carefully, you start bobbing your head up and down, just an inch or two at a time.

All the articles you’ve read trying to prepare for this night flash through your mind at lightning speed, a supercut of everything that had made your cheeks warm and your thighs clench. You remember baby pink font on cream background saying, The wetter, the better! and try to draw as much spit onto your tongue as possible, even with how dry your mouth feels.

Almost like an afterthought, you wrap your hand around the parts of him you can’t reach with your mouth, stomach swooping when you feel how slick he is with pre-cum and what you suppose to be your own drool. Half embarrassment, half desire. You pump your fist up and down, applying pressure the way Jake showed you the first time you got him off like that. Fingers always wrapped a little tighter than you would have thought.

“Jesus,” he whispers, voice quieter now, breaths uneven.

It fuels something in you. All of this is somehow much more difficult than you thought it would be because there’s so much to do at the same time, it’s hard to keep up: Tongue sweeping slow and steady circles around the tip of his cock, fisting at him in a rhythm you hope is at least similar, and all the while you have to remind yourself to keep breathing through your nose. It’s sort of like trying to rub your belly and pat your head at the same time.

But it’s good, too. Nice. You like the taste of him - a little salty - and the feeling of him inside you. You like how hard he is and how he makes these little noises when you move your tongue just so, something breathy and shallow and involuntary. It makes your heart beat faster, something giddy and soft and light floating through your chest.

I did this, you think, and it’s enough to have your head spinning. I am doing this.

And then you just need to know, need to hear him say it, need him to ground you the way only Jake can before something happens, and you end up in your own head again, overthinking, looping, spiraling…

So you pull off, cock releasing from your lips with a soft pop, taking a deep breath.

“Is it…” You trail off, look up at him, feel your cheeks and chest and ears warm. “Am I doing good?”

For a moment, Jake doesn’t answer. He just looks at you with that same far-off expression from earlier on his face, and then suddenly he groans, throws his head back, focuses on the ceiling, and says, “... Fuck.”

You don’t know what exactly that means, but it doesn’t sound bad or like he’ll ask you to stop anytime soon. At least, you’re really hoping he won’t. Because you’re actually, to your own surprise, starting to enjoy this, and you’d like to finish it. Him. Whatever.

Jake sits up then, looks down at you, smooths a hand across the top of your head.

“You, sweetheart,” he says, “are doing phenomenal.”

“Yeah?” you ask, can’t keep the smile at bay. The relief tingles in your bones.

“Yeah.” Jake’s thumb traces along the line of your jaw. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen with my cock in your mouth.”

You moan a little at that, insides clenching, and then you’re leaning in, eager now, suddenly impatient to get him back into you.

This time, you take him a little deeper, still scared to go far enough he’d reach your throat (some part of you is almost scared you’ll end up throwing up all over his dick and ruining the moment) but becoming a little more adventurous with it. Thinking less, feeling more. Like the way his cock twitches almost imperceptibly when you kitten-lick at the tip on an upward stroke or the way there’s a stutter in his breath every time you squeeze your fist.

For better leverage, you place your free hand on his thigh, lean closer, and suddenly your hair is in your face, getting tangled in your eyelashes, and you can’t see, and…

Jake’s fingers are on your scalp, pulling the strands away and holding them at the back of your scalp in a makeshift ponytail.

“That better?” he asks, and you just hum in response, closing your eyes, sinking another half-inch deeper…

Jake moans, a loud, raw sound, the hand at your head tightening, the one in the sheets flexing, and then suddenly he’s saying, “Shit, sweetheart, you sure you haven’t done this before?”

You’re almost completely convinced he’s saying it only for your benefit, and if you didn’t have your mouth full of dick, you might have told him not to patronize you, but as it stands, you just glower up at him.

He laughs, but this time it’s gentle and a little breathless and followed by something you’d describe as a whine, but only in the privacy of your own mind because he’d get pouty if you were to say it out loud. “I mean it. You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. It’s like your mouth was fucking made for my cock, Jesus.”

That draws a sound from you, and you rock forward on your knees, insides squeezing like a fist, panties probably ruined. For a second, you wonder what the vibrations feel like for him, if it’s the same way it is for you when he’s got his face buried in your pussy like he wants to drown there.

And then Jake answers the unspoken question, dick jumping a little in your mouth, as he says, “Fuck, god, feels so fucking good. I can’t wait to get my mouth on that pussy and return the favor. You’re so fucking….”

You sink a little lower, hollow your cheeks, and suck at him, with more force than before, trying to get past the anxiety that you could somehow hurt him, or accidentally bite his dick off, or…

“Fuck,” Jake moans now with abandon. “God, you’re gonna kill me one of these days, Jesus, sweetheart….”

You whimper, lather your tongue all over him, pull off to plant a few wet, messy kisses along the length of him. Trails of spit follow in your wake, and it should be gross, but it’s not, makes you dizzy, makes you clench around nothing, and then you take him as deep as you can again, your blood rushing in your ears, Jake’s moan echoing after.

“You like that, huh?” he’s asking above you, and when you look up at him from beneath heavy lashes, Jake is flushed all the way down to his chest, skin a rosy pink, shoulders rising and falling rapidly with his gasping breaths, lips swollen where he’s sunk his teeth in. You hum in response because you do, you do like it, like the way he’s falling apart, like the way he smells and tastes and how close you are and how finally, for once, you’re the one making his legs shake and not the other way around, and he makes a noise like he’s dying, like maybe you’re killing him. “Fuck, yeah, you do, don’t you? You like my cock in your mouth, honey? I’ll keep you on your knees forever, yeah, just let you suck my cock anytime I want it….”

Your jaw is going slack, and your wrist hurts, and the limited oxygen is starting to become a problem, but you know it won’t be long now, and you want him to come, need him to come, think you’re gonna lose it if he doesn’t.

Above you, he’s started what more or less constitutes a chant, saying, “You're such a good girl, you're such a good girl, you're such a good fucking - oh god…."

He lets out a long, shuddering groan, and you can feel the way his hips stutter with tiny tremors, how his jaw clenches, how he’s on the verge of losing it, on the verge of letting go, holding on with every piece of strength he’s got left - it washes any trepidation away.

You pull off him, suck in a few gasping breaths and say slowly, haltingly, “If you want to… you can try to fuck my mouth.”

For a second, you think he might not even need to be in your mouth again to come. Like he’s just going to do it right here, right now. On the spot.

Then he catches himself, says, “Are you sure?”

And you almost laugh, wonder if he’d still be asking this question if he knew just how fucking wet you are, how your lower body pulses and clenches, how much the thought of having him crammed down your throat actually sets you off, know he would be asking anyway. Because he’s never done a single thing you didn’t want him to. Because you trust him, blindly, completely.

“Yeah,” you say. “Just… go slow. Maybe.”

Jake’s hand falls from the back of your head to cradle your jaw instead, to open your mouth with his thumb once the way he’d done earlier. When he slides home again, slides deeper than before, a long, torturous, wet, wet, wet drag over your tongue, he grasps the hand still on his thigh, laces your fingers together. Your heart jackhammers.

You choke a little when he hits the back of your throat, but nothing comes up. It feels sort of nice in a strange way, even when it drives tears into your eyes, to have him this deep inside of you. It feels even nicer when Jake curses under his breath, hand going from your jaw to the back of your neck. You shudder when his fingers spread over the skin there, where your hair is plastered down with sweat, when he holds you in place and starts moving.

It’s nice like this because you don’t have to think, can let yourself drift on that cloud of mindless want as Jake pumps his hips for and back, slowly like you requested, fucking your face almost… tenderly.

The thought makes you smile, even with your mouth full of him, and then Jake’s fingers tighten around your neck, squeeze your hand once, a silent warning before he picks up the pace. Just a notch. Still gentle.

There are tears on your cheeks now, dripping down your chin, and the sounds are obscene, but you can barely hear them over the beat of your own heart, through the fog of your desire. Your jaw hurts, and your knees ache, and you’ll feel this tomorrow, probably won’t be able to talk in anything but a whisper, but it’s worth it, worth it all when Jake moans, when his hips twitch as if of their own accord.

“I’m about to… I’ll pull out, sweetheart,” he’s saying, the words drifting to you from very far away. “Where do you want me? Tits, ass, face?”

But you whine, clutching at his hand in yours, suddenly remembering you have a second one and wrapping the fingers of that around the closest thing to you - his ankle. You hold tight. The thought of him pulling out, the thought of not getting to taste him… you don’t like it.

“Fuck,” Jake curses, and then his hips are stuttering forward and up, and he’s saying, “Oh fuck, Jesus, sweetheart, you want it? I’ll give it to you, gonna cum down that tight little throat, gonna make you swallow it all….”

And then he cums with a shudder, with a shout, hips pumping forward in quick succession, deeper than before now that he’s lost all control, and you choke, splutter, but recover quickly, swallow around him, and the salty, warm spurts sliding down your throat.

After a moment that feels like an eternity, Jake pulls out with a groan, falls back on the mattress like he’s boneless. You stay where you are, blinking at the sudden loss of contact, mind reeling, hand still wrapped around his ankle.

And then Jake’s saying, “Come here, Jesus, what the fuck,” and he’s pulling you up onto the bed with him, onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you and pushing his face into your hair, inhaling deeply.

For a moment, you just stay like that, clinging to each other, both of you trying to catch your breath. Beneath your ear, his heart is racing, and you can’t stop the dopey smile from spreading on your face. It’s a little weird, what with you still completely dressed and him naked, spent, sticky with slowly drying sweat.

You’re aching and wet between the legs, have half a mind to start humping him where you’re spread across his thigh, but you resist. There’ll be time for that later, and Jake has never passed up an opportunity to make you cum and he won’t be starting today. You’re sure of it.

Finally, without looking at him, you whisper into his chest, “You liked it?”

Jake laughs, presses a kiss to the back of your head, the only part he can really reach while you’re lying on him like a deflated air mattress.

“I think that might be understating it,” he says. “And you’ve really only done that once?”

You nod, then lift your head to look at him. “But can we like… do it again sometime?”

Jake blinks at you blankly. “You wanna suck my cock again?”

This time, you can feel the blood rushing to your head. “Yeah.”

Jake groans, head lolling back, spent dick twitching valiantly against your thigh.

He says, “Well, happy fucking birthday to me, I guess.”

#hangman fic #hangman x reader #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #hangman #mine #drabble #hangman drabble #f:bhdrabbles #hangman smut #top gun smut

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saltydumplings · 2 years

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SALTYYYYYYY I MISS MY HORNY JAIL FRIEND. WRITE ME SOMETHING THAT WILL GET US BOTH LIFE SENTENCES SVP <3333333

Request #8

ALRIGHT EVERYONE, EPIC HAS DECLARED TONIGHT AS HORNY NIGHT - PREPARE TO GO TO JAIL.

Cw: SUGGESTIVE

The hero really didn't know why they'd kept them.

They also didn't know why they'd kept them in the second drawer of their bedside table.

Work had been...long today. The hero was tired but not exactly sleepy tired: they wanted to relax - have a little downtime to themself - and that was fine. There was nothing wrong with that - nothing wrong with it at all!

The hero bit their lip as they came to sit on the edge of their bed, letting their hand reach down to open the second drawer and barely getting a glimpse of what they knew was inside before slamming it shut again, a heavy blush lining their cheeks. They got back up and paced about the room, sat back down again and then got back up again and closed the bedroom door which had been left open. A little anxiously, they stared about the room before them - studying the space carefully.

Safe to say, when you were constantly fighting an opponent who could turn themself invisible you got a little...paranoid. The villain had no true reason to come to their house - let alone know where they lived - and yet the hero could never stop their thoughts from panicking over the prospect of being followed. A few seconds passed and they eventually resorted to spreading their arms out, walking about their bedroom and pretty much swinging loosely at any free space around them. It looked stupid, they knew that; it also wasn't very practical, they knew that too. But it made them feel a little better to an extent so they did it all the same, finally stopping with a sigh once they were content and returning to their place on the bed. Their eyes turned back towards the drawer.

Why couldn't they just watch a movie? Read a book perhaps?

No: their stupid mind had come up with this idea and now refused to give it up - practically plaguing them with the thought of it all day.

Slowly, the hero pulled open the drawer and tried to ignore the heat that instantly rose to their face as they pulled out the pair of black leather cuffs, setting them down beside them before also fishing out the key for them.

Yep, this was stupid alright...stupid, stupid, stupid--

They swung their legs up onto the bed and sat at its centre, hands a little fidgetty as they stared down at the item before them. The cuffs were power-suppressors, designed specifically for use on the hero by the villain themself. The other had tried to ambush them one night - clearly planning to take them captive - but, unfortunately for them, the hero hadn't been as alone as they'd thought. A brief scrap later and the villain had been forced to flee, leaving both the cuffs and the key to them behind. At first the hero had decided to keep them for research purposes: they'd planned on handing them over to the scientist and seeing what they found.

They never handed them over.

The hero's eyes darted about the room again and suddenly everything felt a little hot - their hands fumbling to undo the first few buttons of their shirt though it hardly seemed to help. It was simply curiosity, that was all. The villain was always so flirtatious and the hero couldn't be blamed - not really - when the thought had practically been put into their head intentionally. Yes, this was absolutely all the villain's doing and was in no way an actual interest of the hero's at all - nope. It was a trap, an obvious one that the other had laid out and the hero was certainly not stupid enough to even think about falling for it...

They put their left wrist into one of the cuffs and clipped it shut.

Fuck.

The hero felt something shift inside of them immediately - their power feeling strangely fuzzy now. The cuff was softer on their skin than they'd thought it would be though, and honestly the overall sensation of it wasn't half bad.

Yes.

Yes, this was...interesting.

Okay, so maybe they'd been exaggerating when they said it was a trap: they were just too damn embarrassed to acknowledge what was obviously a kink they had and had been using the excuse of the villain to try and stop themself from exploring. It was just what it looked like: a pair of power-suppressing cuffs that the villain had dropped by accident and likely didn't even know that the hero had kept. Why would the hero have kept them? No - there was no way the villain could have ever anticipated this.

The hero locked in their other wrist and gasped a little as they felt their power leave them entirely - a strange emptiness and a feeling of being exposed left in its place. It excited them.

What if the villain had caught them that night? What would have happened? What did the other have planned?

Okay, okay, so maybe it wasn't just a kink either. Thoughts of the villain were spilling into the hero's head and they couldn't hide from the fact that it only seemed to excite them more - they didn't think they'd blushed so hard in their life and yet here they were, by themself, no more than a pair of leather cuffs and the image of the villain hiding in their room, watching them, making them more heated than anything else ever had.

Was this normal? Probably not. But the hero decided that since they'd already gone this far they might as well just push it a little further, eyes scanning across the room once again before reaching for the key and unlocking the one cuff, repositioning themself so they were kneeling instead. They put their hands behind their back and clicked the cuffs back into place, dropping the key down to their side so it was still within reach.

It took them a few seconds to get over their thoughts on how weird it was before finally relaxing into it, letting their eyes shut as they let a scenario play out in their head: the villain had caught them. The hero imagined how the other might grin down at them with that sharp smile, telling them just how pretty they looked like this - so perfect. They imagined the villain vanishing from their sight, teasing them with small touches that they couldn't predict, invisible hands trailing up their thighs and waist, tracing lines across their chest whilst soft kisses were placed against the back of their neck, the villain's lips--

In front of them, the bed seemed to dip slightly.

The hero startled, eyes fluttering open to look at the empty space before them - gaze turning downwards and their head cocking to the side as they stared down at the sheets. They looked...strange. Had they been like that before? There was something in the way some of creases seemed almost flattened down, as if some kind of weight was resting on top of them.

...No.

The hero suddenly let out a yelp as hot breath ghosted over their face, immediately falling backwards in their surprise before moving about in a panic - awkwardly scrambling to try and find the key with their hands still bound behind their back.

Where was it? It should have been right there - the hero remembered leaving it on the bed so where the hell was it?!

They managed to get back onto their knees and glanced about, looking for something small and silver amoung their sheets only to spy it halfway across the room, resting on top of their dresser. Well, that wasn't where it was supposed to be at all! The hero went to move to the edge of the bed only to find themself held back, their entire frame freezing as they felt hands wrapping tightly around their waist - the sudden heat of another body pressed against their back.

A pause.

When the villain finally came to speak, the hero felt that they might just pass out from the embarrassment of it all.

"Huh...so that's what happened to my cuffs."

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smurphyse · 2 years

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The View from Here

Oneshot

Smurph's Masterlist

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Neighbor!Reader

Wordcount: 1372

Warnings: drunken flirting, awkwardness, hangovers, lots of fluff

Summary: Reader locks herself out of her apartment when she comes home drunk, and her handsome neighbor comes to the rescue

Stumbling up the steps to your apartment, you struggled to stay upright. Your wobbly legs refused to cooperate, ignoring your grumbling pleas that they just make it a few more steps.

When you finally cleared the second floor landing, you let out a little cheerful chuckle, holding your fists up in victory. The floor swayed beneath you, and you found yourself tumbling to the side.

Your shoulder connected with your neighbor's door, or at least you thought there may be a neighbor there but you never saw anyone leave or enter the place.

"Sorry!" you called, waving a hand in apology at nobody.

You got to your feet and leaned against your own door jam, and a groan of annoyance left you as you realized you left your purse and keys in your friend's car.

Luckily your phone was still in the pocket of your jeans, so you whipped it out and drunkenly squinted at the screen as you texted her.

Frgt keys purse. Need keys dude.

She lived down the street, and no doubt was already in bed from the time it took you to stumble up the stairs.

The clicking of a door behind you made you yelp in surprise, and soon enough you landed heavily on your ass in front of your apartment.

"What the hell is going on out here?" a voice came from above. You smacked your lips drunkenly and dragged a hand down your face.

"Look, dude, I'm not having a great night," you mumbled stupidly. "If you could yell at me tomorrow for waking yo-."

The words died in your throat as you saw your neighbor for the first time. Dressed in only a pair of checkered pajama pants, he glared down at you with his hand on his hip.

He had fuzzy, bed-rumpled hair and a bit of stubble along his jaw. With those golden hazel eyes and crook of his annoyed brow, you couldn't help yourself.

"Wow, you're really pretty."

The man blinked slowly, and then burst into laughter. He clutched his fuzzy naked tummy, and all you wanted to do in your alcohol-fueled haze was run your fingers through his happy trail.

"And you're really drunk," he chuckled as it died down. "Do you need help up?"

You shrugged and blew a raspberry with your lips, "I left my keys in my friend's car. This stoop is my bed tonight."

He opened his pretty pink lips, then snapped his jaw shut. Glancing back into his apartment, he sighed, then looked down at you again.

"Stay right there," he told you, disappearing into the dark foyer that probably looked a lot like your own.

"Where else am I supposed to go?" you slurred to no one in particular.

Leaning your head back against the door, you closed your eyes. You were too drunk and he was too pretty, and your head swam with the thought of his big hands all over you.

They looked rough, and maybe he would be too, but you bet he was gentle while he did so. Your drunken brain didn't know how else to explain that, but you knew what you meant.

"Hey, wake up," his voice came again, and when you opened your eyes he was kneeling in front of you.

"Oh fuck," you grunted, rubbing your hands over your face.

"Are you gonna throw up? Please don’t do it on me."

"No," you groaned, "you smell way too good."

"Oh," he blushed, and you couldn't help it when you reached out and poked the tip of his nose.

He smelled like cinnamon and musk, and you sighed as you wondered if he smelled like that everywhere.

"Let's… let's get you inside," he said, and you noticed the little leather pouch in his hand.

He pulled out a few tiny tools and held them up to your doorknob. Soon enough, there was a familiar click as the latch unlocked.

"Are you a murderer?" you slurred, frowning at him, "Am I about to be murdered?"

He chuckled softly and shook his head, "I'm an FBI agent."

"And I'm the Queen of Sheba," you snickered in response.

The man sighed and held out his hand, and even though realistically you may have been about to be murdered, you took it.

He helped you to your feet, resting his strong hands on your shoulders to keep you steady as you slumped against the door frame.

You pointed at him, struggling to keep your finger angled directly at him, "You know, they say Bundy was hot, but I never saw the appeal. You'd be a pretty serial killer, give him a run for his money."

"Uh," he said, making a face. "Thanks?"

"Anytime, sunshine," you smirked, and you patted his naked chest with the flats of your palms. God, he was soft and hard and you wanted nothing more than to fall right into him. "Now, if you're not going to kill me, I'm going to go throw up."

"You do that," he laughed breathily. When you stumbled inside, he locked the door from the inside and shut it behind him.

Sure enough, you made your way to the bathroom and threw your breakfast, dinner, liquid dinner, and pride up into the toilet.

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The next morning was rough.

You woke up on the bathroom floor, sweaty and sticky and freezing cold all at the same time. With shaking hands, you stripped and crawled into the bathtub, letting the water wash away your night and take it down the drain.

Feeling a bit better, you made yourself a pot of coffee, leaning heavily against the counter as you watched it take a year and a half to percolate.

You popped a few excedrin with your burning hot coffee, clad in only an oversized tee and some comfy underwear, and made your way to your balcony.

You could see all of DC from here, or at least it felt like it. Your building was only four stories high, and many others towered above it, but the skyline was clear.

Today it was shadowed in amber and violet rays, a stream of blue making its way up from the darkness and bringing with it a brand new day.

You leaned against the balcony and sipped your coffee, the pinch between your eyebrows easing with every flow of God's blessed liquid making its way over your tongue.

"Good morning, your majesty," a voice came from the left, making you jump.

The guy from last night, who you could hazily see in your drunken memories, leaned against his own balcony just a few feet away. He palmed an FBI coffee mug and smirked at you.

He wore a blue button up under a deep heather cardigan, with a red scarf that didn't really match over his checkered pajama pants... but boy did he still look good.

"Ohh, pretty boy," you smiled, heat flushing your cheeks at the embarrassing things you said last night. "You're really an FBI agent, huh?"

"Yup," he said, and he took a cheeky sip of his coffee. "My name's Spencer, though."

"Y/N," you replied, toasting your mug his way.

You watched one another awkwardly for a moment, but his grin never left his face. You felt yourself becoming a bit brave, even without the alcohol.

You pointed at the skyline, "The view is better from my balcony… if you wanna come over and not murder me. An apology for last night."

"Yeah, I can't see you very well from over here," he smirked back, and you blushed furiously when you realized what he meant.

You were the view, and he was the pretty boy FBI agent.

"I'll unlock the door."

Spencer picked up the leather bag from last night and shook it with a grin, "Stay right there."

He disappeared inside, and you laughed into your cup. Soon enough there was the clicking of the lock, and Spencer strode through your sliding door with the pouch in one hand and his coffee in the other.

"Damn," he said, stopping in his tracks.

You frowned at him, trying and failing to hold back a smile, "What?"

"Yeah, this view is way better," he said softly, and then he was taking a step forward. His chest nearly bumped yours as he smiled down at you.

You grinned back, drinking in the scent of cinnamon wafting from him and his coffee.

"I think so, too."

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ga-yuu · 6 months

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I Love You, Even If You Forget Me Part 2 Kurama Story Summary

I wanted to translate this event but saw that I won't have time so I'm writing the summary because I love writing summaries and its more quicker.

Story starts with our beloved Yoshino going to the woods to pick up some medicinal herbs. Due to her bad luck, he encounters an almost dying low-level demon. The demon sees her, says something weird, breaks and disappears. At that moment, Yoshino also loses her consiciousness.

Now the story is in Kurama's POV. Kurama heard that Yoshino was found unconscious in the forest and was brought back to the Rebels' mansion. In her room, when she wakes up, Kurama approached her but Yoshino yells at him in fear when she saw his wings. Kurama was confused.

A few moments later, Kurama was looking pissed. Like super pissed. Seeing Yoshino trembling in fear made him even more furious. He grabs her by the neck and tells her to stop faking it. But Yoshino doesn't seem understand what he meant. Kurama started tracing the magic on her and understood what's happening. The reason Yoshino lost her memories was because she encountered a demon that can eat people's memories. But in this case, the demon was dying, so in its dying breath the demon casted a powerful spell on her so it can live. But it died anyways so it didn't matter. If the demon lived then killing it would have maybe led Yoshino to regain her memories. But that's not possible now.

Anyways, he looks...I mean GLARES at Yoshino as if he wants to kill her but he gets up and leaves without saying anything and Yoshino was left alone looking confused.

Later he goes to his room. A few moments later Benkei comes in to check on him. Kurama angrily asked why Benkei came to his room rather than staying with Yoshino. Apparently, after leaving Yoshino's room, Kurama went and told Benkei to check on Yoshino because he thought Yoshino would feel at ease when she's with someone like Benkei because you know, Benkei has kind personality. Benkei tells Kurama that he did have small chat with Yoshino and she told him that she doesn't remember anything about Kurama or their relationship. She also only vaguely remembers about her relationship with the other members of the Rebels. Kurama at this point could not contain his anger any more. Benkei realised what Kurama was feeling. He tells Kurama that what Kurama is feeling is not actual anger, but deep sadness. Sad because Kurama can't do anything about it. Up until now, Kurama thought that Yoshino's inevitable death would be the only thing that would separate them. But now, Kurama is sad because Yoshino doesn't have a part of him inside her heart.

Benkei tries to cheer him up by saying that as a friend he will help Kurama by fighting with him. He tells him that by fighting he can get rid of his bloodlust that's about to burst out. At that very moment, Yoshitsune enters Kurama's room and told him that he just now learned about Yoshino's situation and that he too wants to help Kurama get rid of his bloodlust by fighting because Kurama is his dear friend. Soon after that, both Yoichi and Sueharu also enters and says the same. Yoichi says that he will attack Kurama from the roof with his bow because he values his life and Sueharu says that he wouldn't fight but instead will set up a counter for lemonade. Seeing the Rebel members coming to comfort him, Kurama was feeling warm and fuzzy. Usually, he would tell them to get out and that he didn't need comfort because 'comfort' are for weaklings. But tonight he couldn't tell them to get out because he wanted that comfort desperately. They're so cute, I wish I had friends like that!

Next day, the first thing Kurama does is go to Yoshino's room. Yoshino was still distant from him but she was accepting him a little bit, which made Kurama feel at ease. Kurama was no longer feeling the bloodlust because he was able to get rid of it by fighting with his friends all night, who right now, are sleeping like dead people in their rooms.

Yoshino tries talking to Kurama to find anything about her lost memories. While talking, Kurama felt like something was off. He then realizes that he didn't see Yoshino's smile since last night. He now looks at the confused Yoshino in front of him and orders her to smile. Yoshino complains that she can't laugh just because he ordered her to, so Kurama thought of an idea. He picks her up without her permission and they fly into the sky.

Yoshino was clinging onto Kurama, but Kurama reassured her that he isn't going to drop her. Yoshino, feeling reassured, opens her eyes and sees her surroundings. Her eyes were sparkling in delight and she had a big smile on her face. Seeing that made Kurama irresistibly happy and he smiled too. When Yoshino shyly thanks him, Kurama gets turned on because he finds her cute shy face alluring. Now he wants to bang her.

They both land on a big tree branch and he made Yoshino sit on his lap. He starts to kiss her. Yoshino was, of course, confused and pushed him away. She asks why he was kissing her and Kurama told her that she is his girlfriend and its only natural for them to kiss. Yoshino looked surprised and started blushing. Then Kurama realized that maybe Benkei didn't explain their relationship to her. Kurama tells her that they are actually lovers but Yoshino was finding it hard to accept that she's dating a tyrant like Kurama. Kurama proceeds to kiss her again. During their tongue action, Kurama felt a painful sting, and he pulls away. Yoshino's face was super red and she scolds Kurama to not kiss her out of nowhere. Seeing her like that only made Kurama chuckle and he was relieved to find out that even though she lost her memories, she is still the same Yoshino.

Pouting Yoshino, then asks him to share some of their memories together, or take her to a place that is special only to them. Kurama starts to think back the places they have went together while poking and pinching Yoshino's soft cheeks. Kurama didn't know which place to say. For him, whether its a dark alley where they had sex or a hallway in the mansion where they cuddle every night, every place is special to him. Then a place comes to his mind. Kurama looks at her and tells her that there is a place in the Otherworld.

Kurama and Yoshino both fly around the demon world. Yoshino was anxious and was also feeling nauseous from the air of the Otherworld. Kurama takes her to their special place-----A small hill top under a huge cherry blossom tree. Yoshino was mesmerized by the sight. She looked around happily while catching the petals that was falling from the cherry blossom tree. Seeing her like that only made Kurama fall in love with her even more. For Kurama, Yoshino's memories were like these cherry blossoms, because they fall and never comes back.

Kurama couldn't contain his sadness anymore and pulls her closely. He tells her that, only her death could break them apart. He thought that it was the only big thing he would have to suffer, until then he promised to make her happy every moment. So in her short life, he doesn't want her to forget about him. Hearing that Yoshino's eyes widened and her voice started shaking.

Yoshino looks at him and tells him that even though she feels sad, hearing Kurama say those words made her happy. With a tearful gaze, she says she has come to adore Kurama. They start kissing again and this time Yoshino was more accepting. Kurama wanted to share his warmth that they share every night. While kissing, Yoshino started remembering small fragments of their memories together and in no time she got her memories back.

When she tearfully looked up at Kurama, he realized that she got her memories back and they hug each other tightly. Kurama was so happy that he couldn't help but actually smile. Yoshino cries and thanks Kurama for not letting her go. Kurama tells her not be sorry and instead started kissing her neck and ears and also undoing her kimono. Yoshino was like "Right here!?" but Kurama could see the anticipation in her eyes.

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #cybird #ikemen mc #ikegen #ikemen genjiden kurama

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theerrorofmylife · 1 year

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Witch Queen Ch.2

Thorin x Witch!Reader

See Masterlist for complete chapter listing, send me... something, if you’d like to be tagged :)

Mwahahahaha, this is quite a lovely chapter and yes, I do get very sappy with Thorin and the MC. I love them both dearly, I can’t help it. I did add a little HTTYD quote in there hehe. I did end up drowning my pride and adding in (Name) instead of (Y/n). Please enjoy – Error

Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, PTSD, Thorin being an instant simp for the reader, soul-crushing cuteness, Gandalf being a little shit, etc etc

60 years passed, and in my sorrow, I let the years go without care. I was still young, in my prime as a witch, and would continue to be young for a thousand years more if I so wanted. But, after 60 years, I can still be surprised.

A knock at my door woke me. It was early, very early, and the dew on the grass had yet to settle. Climbing out of bed, I wrapped my dress around myself and secured my belt to keep everything in place. Waddling to the door, there was knocking again.

“Alright, alright, my gods- Gandalf?” The old wizard stood at my doorstep, much taller than me, with gray robes and his staff.

“Hello my dear. How have you been?” For the first time in so long I felt a little sense of peace. Gandalf seemed to carry that with him though.

“As well as can be expected. It has been 20 years since you last came by. What have you been up to?” He smiled and his eyes crinkled in the corners.

“Nothing too important. However, recent events have led me to be in need of a fellow magic user.” I invited him in, interested in this need for magic.

“What have you done this time, friend.” He laughed gently and entered my home, sitting in the old chair near the window, his usual spot.

“I have done nothing. However, a company of dwarves is massing, 13 in total, and they are to march on Erebor and kill Smaug.” I froze. I had been halfway to making tea and I couldn’t move.

“They plan to reclaim the mountain.,” my voice shook and broke, my heart breaking just a little bit every moment. Thorin, my prince, they were going to reclaim the mountain. “Why have you come here, Mithrandir?”

“I am here to ask you to join them, as the 15th member.”

“15? You said there were 13.”

“Well, yes, 13 dwarves, and 1 hobbit. They will be meeting in Hobbiton tonight, you will be escorting them across from Hobbiton to the lonely mountain.”

“Ah,” I know it would be foolish to go and risk my life with a bunch of strangers, but it would have made Thorin happy to have his homeland back, “I’ll go.”

“Very good; If you will, I’m leaving immediately.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Of course he would come without giving me time to prepare.

“Fine, let me pack.” I left him in the living room, puttering in his amusement. I put together a simple bag; two shirts, two pairs of pants, necessitates, and small wants. My apothecary book, ritual book, and small bag of spell needs were all tucked inside as well, and within 30 minutes I was packed and ready to go. My dress would be fine for the early parts of the journey, the wrap design hanging to my shins, boots laced tight, and cloak up to cover my head.

“Well, come on then, let’s meet this company.” I raised my hands above my head and felt the wind grace my fingertips. A force I could not see pulled at my fingertips, tugging them straight up. When the pull became too much, I yanked my hands down and in a fuzzy flash of green, Gandalf and I were standing in the middle of a dirt road, cozy lamps hung along the edge, and doors were periodically placed in the cutouts of hills. Hobbiton was so quaint and cozy, and everything was my size! Flowers and gardens and fields and rolling hills were laid out before us, and it was beautiful. Gandalf put a hand on my shoulder and led me down the dirt road, all the way to a green circular door with a little rune carved into the bottom. At the door are two dwarves already. They are very friendly, and name themselves Oin and Gloin, brothers. From inside, a commotion is heard.

“No! There's nobody home! Go away and bother somebody else! There's far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If this is some clotterd's idea of a joke, I can only say that it is in very poor taste. -” the door opens, and the dwarves let themselves in as the young hobbit stares. “Gandalf. And… friend.”

“Hello, the elves call me Niethir, daughter of Yelmain, witch of the eastern Greenwood. But that’s just a formal name. You may call me (Name), friend.” I did a little curtsy and he smiled, bowing in return.

“Bilbo Bagins. I apologize, I wasn’t expecting visitors.”a He gave a very pointed look at Gandalf.

“He didn’t warn you, did he? He never does.” I sigh, and Bilbo welcomes me in. I place my things neatly in a corner and wander into the rest of the hobbit hole while Bilbo and Gandalf talk. Large wooden arches hold up plaster ceilings, little lanterns brighten the home with warm light. It’s sweet, the feeling of this hobbit home, and it’s wonderful. Anyone who steps in would immediately feel welcomed and at peace. As I enter the dining room, a voice I recognize stops me cold.

“Mahal save me… it’s you.” Dwalin sits at the table with the others, staring wide eyed at me. I cannot breathe. The last time I saw him was the day…. In Dale.

“Dwalin… you’re here.” He stood abruptly and stomped over to me. I might have been scared, but only for a moment, because he clapped my shoulders and pressed his forehead against mine.

“He knew you were alive, lass. He spoke of you every day, drove us all mad!” He laughed and my eyes teared up.

“Thorin… oh Dwalin I’m so sorry.” His eyes got sad for a second before another was pushing between us.

“Move aside laddie, let us meet her. You’re name please, lass.”

“(Name), Niethir to some, Yelmaindottir.” They all took turns introducing themselves. Lastly was two young dwarves, one blond one brunette.

“Fili and Kili, we’re Thorin’s nephews.” My heart dropped.

“Of course, he told me all about you. Why are you not with your mother, Dis?” Their eyes grew bright with excitement.

“You know of mother! -”

“He must have told you so much! -”

“Uncle is leading us to Erebor to kill the dragon!” My heart stopped.

“But… hold on I- you are Thorin’s nephews, yes?” They nod with enthusiasm. “Then… your uncle… Thorin is alive...?” Dwalin pushed the two aside.

“Of course… why would he not be?” I couldn’t focus on anything.

“I heard…. In the battle of Moria… the prince had died. I thought… I thought Thorin…” My eyes watered. Thorin was alive. He was alive and he was coming here to lead the company to retake Erebor. Dwalin stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“You thought Thorin was the one that died…” I nodded, just trying to keep myself at least semi-oriented. Suddenly, the silence that festered was cut by a deep knock at the door.

“He is here.” Gandalf grumbled. My breath left me, and tears fell freely as the door was opened out of view and that lovely deep voice from 60 years ago echoed in the house.

“Gandalf, I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. I wouldn't have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door.” He was just the same, a tad older, and much tougher than when I’d last seen him. He carried with him a tiredness that only comes with carrying the weight of the world. I think he even got taller, if that were possible. He was. Just by a few inches, though.

“Mark? There's no mark on that door, it was painted a week ago!”

“There is a mark; I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield.” Oakenshield, that was quite an impressive name. It made him gruffer than he used to be.

“So, this is the hobbit. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?” He was glaring, obviously not believing Bilbo could do much.

“Pardon me?”

“Thorin, there are greater matters at hand.” Balin, who seemed to be the wisest, intervened.

“And what would those be-” His eyes met mine, those same gray-blue eyes. “My Lady.”

“My Prince. Or should I call you My King?” I was trying to have humor for my own sake, my nerves were nearly suffocating me. He was still in shock, slowly walking towards me, the hobbit forgotten. As he got closer my nerves began to get the better of me. “Thorin, Thorin what’s wrong?” I could barely whisper. He was finally in front of me and there were tears in his eyes that refused to fall.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” He collected my hands in his and pressed kisses to them. Fresh tears ran down my face and I all but threw my arms around his neck. His arms instantly wrapped around my waist.

“I thought you were dead.” I whispered into his shoulder. He laughed.

“I thought you were dead. In Dale… no one got out, no one ever saw you again…” Tears were blurring everything. When he pulled away, I frantically wiped my face to seem at least mildly presentable. Suddenly my whole body was jostling as the entire company slapped mine and Thorin’s back.

That night, we supped like old friends, but with Thorin’s hand constantly searching for mine it was hard to consider us friends. He sat at the head of the table and the others made room for me at his side.

“What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?” Balin spoke up from Thorin’s other side.

“Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms.” I watched as he spoke, the way he engaged with his people. He speaks like a king; I don’t know how I didn’t see it when we first met.

“What did the dwarves of the Iron Hills say? Is Dain with us?” Thorin hesitates, seeming to weigh his options. Just before he speaks, he tilts his head to the side and catches my eyes with his.

“They will not come. They say this quest is ours and ours alone.”

“You’re going on a quest?” Bilbo pipes up from the hallway.

“Really, did you not tell him anything?” I picked on Gandalf, and for the first time in 60 years I watched Thorin smile like he used to.

“Ah, well, lets have some illumination instead.” I didn’t even think about the consequences. Snapping my fingers, a tiny flame sparked in the space between my pointer finger, thumb, and middle knuckle. The dwarves around me started huffing in shock while Thorin just stared at it. I spread my fingers outwards and the little candles Bilbo brought lit up all at once. One of the dwarves started clapping while the others were huffing. Seemed very few of them liked magic tricks. Thorin continued to stare until Gandalf placed a map on the table.

“Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain as it was foretold. When the birds of the old return to Erebor, the reign of the beast will end.” Oin spoke up from the other end of the table.

“Uh…what beast?” Bilbo’s little voice spoke up from the pantry archway.

“Well, that would be a reference to Smaug the terrible, chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire breather, teeth like razors, claws like meat hooks, extremely fond of precious metals.” Bofur was messing with him, but with every word he spoke my memory conjured images to match. I could only sit back and remember.

“Yes, I know what a dragon is.”

“I’m not afraid, I’m up for it. I’ll give him a taste of the dwarfish iron right up his jacksy!” Ori was being arrogant, and I could suddenly separate those who had seen the dragon and those who had heard of the dragon.

“The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us, but we number just fourteen, and not fourteen of the best, nor brightest; excusing the Witch, that is.” Well, at least Balin was being honest.

“Hey! Who are you calling dim?”

“Sorry, what did he say?”

“We may be few in number. But we’re fighters, all of us! To the last dwarf!” Fili gained everyone’s attention.

“And you forget we have a wizard in our company, Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time.” Kili built off his brother’s energy. I pressed my lips into a line to stop myself from giggling. Gandalf had never killed a dragon. So much was clear when he began sputtering for an answer that wasn’t embarrassing.

“Oh, well. No, uh, I…I wouldn’t say…”

“How many then?”

“What?”

“Well, how many dragons have you killed? Go on, give us a number!” They were all yelling now, yelling at Gandalf, at each other, just yelling to yell. Thorin stood suddenly, his chair nearly falling back in the process.

“Enough! If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for sixty years. Eyes look East to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?” He was an inspiration, a true leader. Something about watching him speak made me terribly sad. I felt… robbed, of the chance to be near him as he grew into this leader.

“You forget, the Front Gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain.”

“That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true.”

“How come you by this?”

“It was given to me by your father. By Thrain. For safekeeping. It is yours now.”

“There's another way in.”

“Well, if we can find it, but Dwarf doors are invisible when closed. The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map...and I do not have the skill to find it. But there are others in Middle-earth who can. The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth...and no small amount of courage. But if we are careful and clever, I believe that it can be done.” The rest of the evening passed smoothly, save for Bilbo fainting at the idea of a dragon. The dwarves were collecting near the hearth, talking loudly and catching up. I secluded myself to the bench by the front door. I couldn’t help but feel dread, thinking about facing Thorin.

“My Lady.” The voice that had haunted me for years called out. Thorin was standing in front of me, concerned and weary. I hated seeing him so worried.

“My King?” He came closer and knelt in front of me, taking my hands as he had always done.

“You have magic?” I should have known this topic would come up.

“Yes.” My throat closed up and a nauseating feeling settled in my chest. I had planned to tell him, eventually, somewhere down the line back in Dale; Maybe the next day when I said I’d return. Or maybe when we became closer. But that didn’t happen, none of it did, and it was never possible.

“What are you?”

“I’m a Witch, probably the last of my kind now…” Admitting it out loud was harder than I thought. Being the last, the only one…

“Your mother?” I sighed.

“She passed…56 years ago, in the winter.” Something close to understanding filled his eyes and he nodded solemnly.

“I’m so sorry, I wish I had known.” I laughed wryly.

“I’m sure we both wish we knew a lot of things…” he smiled sadly before his face fell into hard lines.

“I’m asking Gandalf to remove you from the quest.” My heart nearly stopped.

“What…? No, you’re not, I’m going with you!” He grabbed my hands insistently.

“You’re not, I can’t let you, not with where we’re going, Smaug-”

“I survived Smaug once, I would do it again.” He sighed, his shoulders dropping. He was trying to fight a losing battle with me.

“My lady-”

“(Name), my king. And I came here for you,” he stopped, his mouth half open as his words died. “I thought you were dead, and then Gandalf comes along and says your kin are reclaiming your homeland. You’re not dead… but I’d still do this for you. Do you remember what you said when we first met?” He’s grinning again, but it’s sad, like remembering that day is both happy and terrible. It is for both of us.

“I said a lot of things that day, My Lady.” He snarks.

“‘Where would you like to go? Name it and I will lead you anywhere.’” I quote, and his face falls into a mock glare. He’s fallen into my trap, and I feel victorious. His head falls into his hand, his elbow propped up to support it.

“(Name)-”

“Erebor. Take me to Erebor.” He sighs again in defeat, and I place my hands on his jaw to gently lift his head. His gray eyes meet mine. He’s not upset with me, nor is he angry, he’s simply tired and I know he has every reason to be. “You carry such a terrible weight My King, please, do not carry it alone.”

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Got Drunk On You and Now I’m Wasted - The Persuasion Part 2

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 9.4k

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI Smut, Consuming of Alcohol, jealousy, possessiveness, teasing, Curse Words, fingering (Wanda receiving) , top!reader, bottom!Wanda, praises, cheating

A/N: Here is the long awaited 2nd part of my series called 'The Persuasion' I would've had this up sooner but life got in the way. But speaking about life you may have seen in a separate post I did earlier on today that tomorrow I'll be going away for like 3-4 weeks with quite unreliable internet. So sadly you will not be getting long posts like this from me for awhile! But I might pop up here and there to do some ask games or something with y'all! But nevertheless I hope you all enjoy part 2!

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

Wanda was standing with Vision outside of The Bitter End she could only hope that Vision couldn’t tell how tense and nervous she was about entering this bar with him by her side. She would have to try her utmost not to have less than innocent thoughts about her old college crush/best friend. Christ how is she going to get through this night. The start of the night was calm she didn’t see any sign of you or your band wandering around the bar getting drinks so it was just her and Vision conversing as normal.

She was trying her best to pace herself and drink the beers she was getting slowly but all of a sudden she heard a slight gasp from Vision as he started to tap her abdomen with the back of his hand. Wanda clenched her eyes shut as she took a deep breath and turned around. She let her eyes rake over your body as fast as physically possible so Vision wouldn’t notice anything. She smirked behind her beer bottle as she noticed your style hadn’t changed much since college, however, something tonight about you wearing ripped jeans and a t-shirt that was ever so slightly too tight for you to be wearing made her feel a bit fuzzy inside but not like she was complaining.

You cleared your throat as you approached the mic wrapping your hand around it as your eyes scanned the room for Wanda. They stopped as you noticed her and recognised a familiar blonde man standing beside her both staring up at the band. You turned your head back around to the band as you said loud enough for just them to hear you “We’re playing Medicine tonight instead and we’re playing it last.” They all nodded as they took note of it mentally as you turned around to face the crowd again you didn’t notice Adrian and Dylan smirk at each other. You clicked your tongue as you faced the crowd again lifting your hand and giving them all a little wave as you said “Hello everyone, most of you here probably know who we are already. But for those of you who don’t, I am Y/N Y/L/N singer and guitarist, on lead guitar we have Dylan, Adrian is on Bass and backing vocals and lastly, on drums we have Natasha, Altogether we are Fallen Flame. I hope you all enjoy your night whilst we perform for you and all the other performers after us.” You smirked as you heard all the cheers in return as you placed the guitar strap around your neck.

So far as Wanda could tell the night was going well, she wasn’t having so many thoughts about you that shouldn’t have been crossing her mind at all. Was it because she was so aware of Vision by her side….yes more than likely that was why. Wanda could guess it was nearing the end of your set with just how sweaty you were, your shirt was sticking to you even more than it already was…if that was even possible with how tight it already was on you. The sight of the beads of sweat rolling down your neck was quite literally ruining her. She took a deep breath to get herself under control but as she attempted to do that you approached the mic after drinking some water as you stated “I know some of you are going to be very sad about this announcement but the next song we’re playing is gonna be our last song of the night then we’re done.” You were met with a bunch of boos and groans “I know, I know I’m so sorry!”

At the thought of Wanda getting through the night without any mishaps, she heard the faint beat from the drums, bass and guitars. She immediately knew what song it was and cursed under her breath. You and her both knew just how much this song affected her and how if she had the chance whenever you played it she’d do whatever possible to you right there and then. Albeit nothing ever happened because it couldn’t mostly because it was always played in public around others. But she knew you saw the expression on her face change and the look in her eye was always slightly different when it came to this song.

This song would be her downfall. And every not-so-innocent thought she kept away would all come crumbling down within a matter of seconds, with the attitude you portrayed on stage. Honestly, who could blame her.

You intended to keep eye contact with Wanda throughout the song. Although that didn’t last long as you noticed out of your peripheral vision the second your eyes lingered on her too long Vision put his arm around her waist and held onto it tightly. It was pretty hard for you to not notice the tall blonde man standing beside Wanda as she leaned into his embrace whether it was just so he doesn’t get suspicious or she actually likes his touch you couldn’t tell but you couldn’t look that way for much longer. The second you dragged your eyes away from her he placed kisses on the top of her head. So what if you decided to play the song because she was there and just because she didn’t speak about it openly didn’t mean you didn’t know how that song affected her and made her feel.

So your eyes scanned the crowd albeit reluctantly seeing if there was any other person or group of people you could focus on. That’s when you spotted your ex Jessica it ended on good terms so you both stayed friends and kept in contact with each other. It wouldn’t exactly be how you planned your night to go….but it was known between the both of you that neither of you were seeing people. You looked back at the band briefly as you did a subtle gesture with your hand for them to keep playing as you motioned for Jessica to approach you so you could talk to her, She eyed you suspiciously as she approached. As you got down to whisper in her ear you could feel someone’s gaze watching your every move and you couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across your face. You sat back on your knees as you eyed Jessica to gauge her reaction you saw her eyes glance at Wanda and Vision considering you talked to her about Wanda before since she was your best friend. Although she sighed she reluctantly nodded and agreed.

You decided to kneel on the stage as you gestured back to the rest of the band to stop stalling. As you bring the mic up to your mouth you move your tongue against your bottom lip as you bite it slightly. You make sure to keep all of your focus on Jessica as you start singing the lyrics to the song again. Adrian and Dylan couldn’t help but share confused glances at each other as they saw your focus on Jessica when Wanda was literally in the same room and Wanda being the whole reason you all were performing this song in the first place. You attempted to lessen the smirk spreading across your face as you started to perform again, the only person you focused on was Jessica as you albeit reluctantly ran your free hand down your chest making sure to tug up your shirt slightly exposing just a slight bit of your abdomen. The only way you could describe the way you were acting and looking at Jessica right now is that you were eye fucking her….albeit reluctantly but if it got you the reaction you wanted from a certain someone you’d go through with it.

Wanda shook her head slightly and clenched her jaw as she took in everything you were doing on that stage. One thing she was certain of was once you got off that stage she was going to kill you. Why that was her initial thought she didn’t know….she couldn’t be jealous because she had her partner right beside her. But the sight of you eye fucking that girl, performing at your best, being in your element as well as looking that good being all sweaty….the only thing thought that ran through her head was…it literally should not be allowed.

As soon as you all finished playing you and the band started to disconnect everything so the other performers could get set up. Vision intended to leave straight after your band had performed but after seeing how you and Wanda were looking and acting with each other from a distance he knew, he couldn’t leave Wanda here alone with you under the influence of alcohol. Where who knows what could happen between you both. So he took it upon himself to try and convince Wanda to leave with him now and use the excuse he had work early tomorrow morning and that he couldn’t stick around.

He was about to speak to Wanda he noticed her taking a step forward but before she could get any further Vision tapped her on the small of her back. She spun around to face Vision as she hummed and raised her eyebrows for him to continue. Vision leans down beside Wanda’s ear to talk since it seemed just to get more crowded and a lot louder “Baby, I was gonna ask if you wanted to head home since I have work in the morning so I was gonna say we leave now.” Wanda paused and thought about it briefly as she weighed out both of her options in her head. She could either stay out and talk to all of her old college friends and connect again or she could go home with Vision either be asleep in bed or more likely downstairs in the living room drinking wine alone. Wanda drags her eyes up to look at Vision “Is it okay if we stay out for a while longer?”

Vision grimaces slightly and he takes a quick breath in “I mean Wanda I have work early in the morning and-” Wanda very quickly cuts him off “and that’s completely fine Vision if you wanna go home and sleep early for work do. But I am finally reuniting and being able to see and talk to college friends I haven’t seen in years and I don’t wanna pass this opportunity up. So you can leave if you wish but I hope you’d stay because you did hang around with them too.” Wanda pouts slightly looking up at Vision. Wanda watches his face closely to gauge his reaction as he clenches his jaw ever so slightly and nods albeit reluctantly unknowingly to Wanda of course. Wanda grins up at him as she jumps up and down whilst placing a kiss on his cheek “gah! You’re the best!” Wanda smiles softly as he places another kiss on her face.

What they didn’t know was you had witnessed the whole conversation going on, albeit you couldn’t hear anything that was going on. As you were placing the guitars and bass into their cases and closing the latches. You and Wanda made eye contact with each other as she spun around and let out a breath through pursed lips. You tilted your head back and quickly waved Wanda and Vision to come over to you and the rest of the band.

As Wanda approached you and your band she started to nervously wring out her hands weirdly nervous to talk to you all even if she just talked to you all yesterday albeit somewhat briefly. You noticed how hesitant Wanda seemed even with the alcohol that was probably in her system to try and get her to loosen up slightly you bumped your hip against hers and slowly started to roll your shoulders forward and take a hold of her hands softly to get her to start dancing with you to relax a bit more. Which sadly didn’t work as well as you thought it would as you saw Vision place an arm around her shoulder and pull her in closer to him just as she started to dance. You cleared your throat briefly as you clenched your jaw and stuck your tongue into your cheek to try and relax.

You’ve never seen her quite so tense…, especially beside her partner whom she is ultimately meant to be completely relaxed and at ease around. But you shake your head slightly at that thought that wasn’t something for you to worry about. You notice she only starts to relax a bit more when she notices Natasha which very quickly turns into excitement, she quickly runs over and throws her arms around her neck and they both start jumping around the bar never breaking the hug. You smile to yourself seeing the both of them together again you didn’t know for sure just how often they stayed in contact after college and everything. You also knew that just because there wasn’t much contact between you and Wanda didn’t mean everyone else stopped talking to her as well.

They weren’t the ones that had problems or found Wanda’s partner annoying. You smiled softly to yourself as you watched the two best friends reconnect briefly

Before you, Adrian and Dylan started to move everything outside for others to be loaded onto the truck. You approached Natasha, Wanda and Vision slowly as you tapped the lower part of Nat��s back softly to get her attention. “Hey, I just said I’d let you both know me and the guys are gonna start moving the stuff backstage for the crew to move onto the truck. All of you can stay here, talk, catch up and do whatever else you three do.” Natasha and Wanda shook their heads immediately as Natasha stated, “don’t be foolish I’m a part of the band Y/N I have to help you all out somewhat with this.”

“Natasha you literally have been playing the drums and using your arms all night relax take it easy!”

Before you could walk back to where the instruments were you heard Wanda scoff as she pushed up the sleeves of her leather jacket “fine if Natasha can’t help I will, more hands means it’ll get done quicker.” You swallow dryly just as you were about to nod Vision cuts in as he places his arm around Wanda and pulls her back to him “Wands leave them off I’m sure they can handle it, they do this on the regular don’t you Y/N/N?” You can’t help the grimace that spreads across your face at the nickname the band and Wanda calls you.

Nat places her hand on your back to zone you back in as you look back up at Vision and nod confidently “Yeah…Yeah, you’re right Vis. We do this on the regular we can handle it.” You can’t help but roll your eyes and scoff slightly as you approach Adrian and Dylan, you pause briefly as you face the trio again as you yell across the space “Hey! Hey Vis! I would’ve expected you to know we’d be able to handle doing this since the three of us have all this muscle.” The three of you try not to burst out laughing as you all bend down slightly and flex your arms in different shapes.

Before the three of you get any worse you all hear Nat exclaim “get outta here you three and get all our stuff ready to be packed away. The three of you stand up straight as you all raise your hands to your forehead and salute back at her. Whilst you all giggle slightly shoving and pushing each other as you walk off.

Wanda stood there….frankly in shock. Her reaction changing frequently either her mouth being agape ever so slightly or just clenched beyond belief. Nat’s reactions weren’t much better she was either glaring at Vision for what he was doing and acting or looking at Wanda with the softest eyes and smile ever knowing Wanda just wanted to help out and be around one of her best friends again. Natasha clears her throat slightly once she realises you won’t be appearing anytime soon “Soo Wanda how has the job been going for you?”

Natasha couldn’t help but grin seeing Wanda get so excited about that question however just as Wanda was about to answer…Natasha squinted as she realised Vision started to answer for her. “It’s all going great for her she has been focusing more on the smaller events to do with this career. But the concert for Fallen Flame she photographed probably has been one of the bigger if not biggest events she’s done so far. But I have a feeling she prefers the smaller events so like weddings, business events and so on. I imagine she’ll stick with those.” Natasha clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she nods “right…right okay that’s good to know Vision thanks... I would’ve loved to hear Wanda talk about her own career and what she wanted to do but thanks Vision.”

Natasha couldn’t notice Wanda shrink into herself more as Vision answered for her as she tried as subtly as possible to manoeuvre out of the grip he had on her. Natasha couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face behind her bottle of beer as she heard the nervous chuckle escape Vision’s mouth. “Hey hey Nat it’s fine we all know each other here.”

She couldn’t help but sigh “Vision first of all it’s Nat. Second of all why don’t you go get us some drinks?” Vision let out an incredulous laugh “nonono we’ll just wait for the rest to get back and we’ll get drinks then how about that?” Wanda couldn’t feel and be more confused at this moment in time “Vision what-” however before she could finish her sentence you and the boys appeared next to them.

You jumped slightly to get next to Natasha and Wanda as you threw your arm around Nat’s shoulder. “Yo yo yo what’s going on people, what’d I miss out on?” Both you and Natasha couldn’t help but notice Vision’s arm stretching across to be around Wanda since you were back but before he could place it around her Wanda shoved him off slightly. Natasha smirked to herself as she nodded slowly. Vision cleared his throat as he stared at you “we were just saying how great it would be for you our dear friend Y/N/N to get us all some drinks.” You scoffed and started laughing slightly thinking it was a joke until Wanda and Natasha gasped slightly which led to Wanda hitting Vision in the stomach as she spoke between gritted teeth to him “Vision I don’t know what has gotten into you tonight but stop it. And get us some drinks.”

Vision clears her throat and nods his head “round of drinks coming right up.” You watched Vision walk-off seeing him mutter something to himself as he ran his hands down his face. You groan slightly as you feel Nat elbow you in the side and nod her head slightly over to Wanda as you see her run her hands through her hair and take a deep breath in. You let your eyes scan the bar as you look for a booth for you all to sit in as you finally spot a place you point at it briefly to Nat and the rest. You grin to yourself as you take Wanda in after all these years, you yell over to her slightly “Hey Maximoff come with us, me and you have some catching up to do after all these years.” You hold your arm out for her to place it over her shoulder as you all start walking over to the boot together.

Wanda mutters slightly “What about Vision?”

You give her a tight-lipped smile “I’m sure he’ll find us it’s okay.” When Wanda hears that response she nods albeit a hesitant and slow nod but nonetheless, it was a nod. Wanda lets you sit into the booth first as she slips in beside you. Natasha smiles seeing the two of you together again talking to Wanda sitting underneath your arm, however, her smile fades quickly as she notices Vision approaching out of the corner of her eye so she sits down beside Wanda forcing Vision to sit with Adrian and Dylan. Nat bit back her smile as she heard the two of them groan at the realisation.

Both of you talking non-stop all night practically just to each other as if nobody else was in the booth with you. However, the next comment Wanda made truly took you by surprise considering you didn’t expect her to make any comment like this especially with her being here with her partner sitting across from you both. “Y/N/N I just want you to know how happy and proud I am of you. I know we lost touch for a bit but…this isn’t me trying to make you feel bad or anything but I did keep track of the band and all of you guys no matter what. And last night seeing you all perform at a sold-out concert..hell even tonight it is quite surreal to be seeing in the flesh. You’ve all made it…in a sense I guess.”

Wanda takes a breath and clears her throat before she makes her next statement. She hesitates slightly but moves over closer and places her mouth by your ear. “And If I do say so much you look very good up performing on stage. That whole persona, stage presence, just that sweaty sexual tension thing you have going on….it….it works, it works very well Y/N. You just look so fucking good.”

You chuckle slightly as you scratch the back of your neck “Thank you it means a lot coming from you. You know more than anyone how much hard work and time got put into this actually becoming a thing and I love nothing more than us achieving it. It feels amazing whenever I do get to perform in front of people…heck just even performing with those guys is just….fun. Even if we didn’t “make it” per se and it was just us writing and performing for ourselves I’d still love it, I wouldn’t care. But um no I- I don’t think you mentioned how good I look up there. D’you mind mentioning it again?” You bite your lip slightly as you look at Wanda after making that last comment. Wanda rolls her eyes as she slaps your stomach with the back of her hand “you’re a jerk.” Wanda tried her best to hide the reaction as she slapped your abdomen and felt nothing but muscle, she bit her tongue and clenched her eyes shut as she cursed herself internally. You cleared your throat as you stared at your bandmates sitting around you both “but um genuinely thank you for coming, you didn’t have to considering we haven’t talked for…..well quite some time.”

Wanda shook her head slightly “it’s okay as I said before I still listen to your music as often as I can and hey! Who said it was you I came for? I could’ve been here to support Natasha, Adrian or Dylan!”

You grimaced ever so slightly as you stared at her mouth agape as you tilted your head side to side “that’s fair…yeah sorry-” you cough into your elbow “well they are lucky to have you supporting them then.”

Wanda looks up at you as she twirls her rings “Can I ask something though….why….why did we stop talking because from my recollection we were doing fine, there was no bad blood between us literally nothing happened.” Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly as you shake your head as your eyes dart around the booth trying not to stop on Vision “It was…is a stupid reason I wouldn’t worry about it too much Wands.” She nods slowly as she keeps looking at your face trying to get a read on you.

Going unnoticed by you, Wanda and frankly everybody else at the booth much to Vision’s dismay he couldn’t handle sitting and watching stolen glances and touches between the two of you anymore. So rather abruptly and scaring everybody else at the booth Vision hits his fists at the table as she stands up. You can’t help but scoff and stare at him incredulously as the words leave his mouth “Come on Wands we’re leaving and going home.” As everyone else’s eyes dart around the booth yous stay glued to Wanda as she stares back at vision with her mouth agape. Wanda sighs slightly as she wets her lips “Come on Vis we’re all having a nice night here can’t we just stay?”

Vision scoffs and nods “I can see very well how good of a night you’re having being reunited with your little fuck buddy back in your life.” For both you and Wanda it’s like time stopped however you’re very quickly brought back to reality by the sound of Adrian choking on his drink. Somehow you all know the truth by now but for Wanda’s sake…and the sake of her relationship you decide to get her out of this situation “Listen here Vis buddy, I’m not her fuck buddy I never was. Frankly, I’m flattered you think I could pull someone as beautiful as Wanda.”

Just as Vision was about to retort Wanda leaned forward and stood up “Vis…can…can we not do this…here? Out in public around everyone and especially in front of our friends….please?” His posture relaxes slightly both you and Nat glance at each other and squeeze Wanda’s hands as she exits the booth shooting you all a tight-lipped smile as they both leave to talk somewhere privately you assume. You sit back in the booth with a huff as Natasha slides in closer to you as she nudges you “what was all that about? You both were never fuck buddies?” You shrug lazily as your eyes roam the room “I dunno just tried to save her relationship a little I guess. If she is really happy with him ya know?” Nat smiles sadly at you as she pats your shoulder “you’re a great friend Y/N/N” You aim a tight-lipped smile her away as you tip the bottle of beer into your mouth as you mumble “just the fucking greatest friend aren’t I.”

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since Wanda and Vision had left to go talk. All you knew was you and the band were randomly tapping out rhythms with your fingers on top of the table as you all listened to the other performers and just talked. The next thing you knew was Nat repeatedly slapping your thigh underneath the table as you all heard the bell above the door ring again indicating someone new has entered. You begrudgingly looked up to the entrance to see Wanda approaching you all again walking rather relaxed with her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. “Is it okay and cool with all of you guys if I stick with all of you for the rest of the night?” instantly she gets met with a jumbled mess of multiple “yes, of course, it’s okay.”

Natasha laughs lightly as she states “Maximoff get your butt over here and sit beside your bestie Y/N/N.” You and Wanda both look at each other hesitantly so you try your best to get rid of the awkwardness by opening your arms out wide “get on over here Maximoff we’ll make your night better.” Natasha leans against her fist as she turns towards Wanda to look at her as she states “so Maximoff what happened that you’re back in here and Vision isn’t?”

Wanda scoffs and rolls her eyes “I honestly don’t even know. Like..he knew back in college there was…someone I hooked up with regularly before we were together he just didn’t know it was Y/N/N. So I dunno how he got to that conclusion tonight that it was them even though you did try to diffuse that problem when it arose so thank you Y/N/N” She places her hand on your thigh and squeezes it gently “So he was upset and angry about that. He also didn’t like that I was avoiding pretty much all of his affection tonight by shoving him off. But I just…. There was something about it tonight that didn’t feel right….it didn’t feel like it normally does. So I got shit for that. There was just a whole lot of yelling back and forth and threats of us breaking up coming from the both of us but….mostly me. But before we could clear that up he stormed off….so I am sitting here right now in a situation not knowing if I am in a relationship or not.”

Natasha and the boys couldn’t help the displeasing sounds that left their mouths at that revelation “D’you want…screw that do you need a drink Wands?” Wanda chuckles lightly as she shakes her head “no I think I’m good that argument has sobered me right up.” You all look at Wanda with soft sad smiles but Nat also leans over and places a kiss on the top of her head “please know that we are all here for you. Even if some of us haven’t talked to you longer than others.” You raise your hands in surrender which gets a laugh from everyone.

It was much later in the night now the five of you were stuck around listening to the other performers there were a few of Nat’s friends that popped up here and there to sit with all of you such as Clint his partner Laura, Maria Hill and Bucky. Once Bucky and Maria arrived Nat left with them and slowly after that whether it be calculated by Adrian and Dylan…hell possibly even the three of them. It was just you and Wanda left in the booth watching the nightlife go through a loop of winding down and starting back up again. As you glanced at the clock on the wall you grimaced slightly as you clicked your tongue and breathed out slowly thinking about how to approach this. But you didn’t see any way around this besides saying it straight out “hey Wanda do you want me to drive you home?”

Wanda couldn’t help but look shocked at you after saying that she waved her hands in the air frantically “Okay so two things. 1 Y/N/N you’ve been drinking all night you can’t drive me home and 2. I don’t exactly want to go home tonight so can we just stay here for a while or can I stay with you, Natasha, Adrian, Dylan literally would stay anywhere else tonight just not home to Vision.”

Who were you to deny Wanda when she was looking at you all sad and vulnerable. You nod your head confidently “okay we can stay here for a lil while. Oh and also for your information Miss Maximoff, I have been drinking nothing but non-alcoholic beers all night. So I am very capable of driving you home.” Wanda smirked to herself and made sure to shove you with her shoulder “alright smarty pants. Since you’re a genius what are we doing for the rest of the night?” You quickly glanced at the stage to see a heavy metal band start to get up on the stage as you attempted to hide your grimace “Well we can either stay out here very late listening to heavy metal or I have a dressing room backstage we can hide away in until we head back to mine if you like.” Wanda smiled to herself as she nodded at you “yeah I’d like that Y/N/N”

You both laugh as you see each other grinning as you slide out of the booth you place your hand on her back as you walk with her backstage.

As you both reach your dressing room you push open the room door as Wanda walks in first, you hear the door click shut as you walk over to sit on the sofa as Wanda’s eyes scan the room. You watch Wanda looking around the room seeing polaroids of you and the band scattered around the room as well as some old instruments, drumsticks and guitar picks she arches her eyebrow as she hears you laugh, and you wave your hand back and forth in the air “sorry, sorry you just look like a kid in a candy store looking around at everything.” She hums absentmindedly as her eyes scan the room again “see anything you like Wands? Anything to your liking? Anything you wanna take for yourself?”

As you’re making all these stupid comments you don’t notice Wanda making her way slowly over to you on the sofa. She couldn’t lie her eyes were scanning the room to see if there was any proof of you being with someone more specifically seeing if that girl you were eyeing tonight was in any of the pictures and so far she couldn’t see anything. You start humming to yourself as you hear the other performer starting their set tapping the beat onto your thighs. When Wanda finally sat down beside you on the sofa she had no idea what had come over her, the next thing she knew was her leg had swung over your lap for her to straddle you as she placed her hands on your jawline and neck. She knew she shouldn’t have been doing this or even thinking about this but something just shut off in her brain.

When you felt Wanda’s body weight on top of yours you immediately tensed, you knew neither of you should be doing this, especially considering Wanda didn’t know what the status of her relationship was anymore. However the second you felt Wanda’s lips on yours all rational thinking went out the window. It was like you and her were back in college again, you placed your hands on her back as you pushed her closer to you. The hesitancy you felt from Wanda at first very quickly vanished as she felt your hands wrap around her and start to roam her body. You felt Wanda’s hands place themselves at the back of your neck and started to move her hands up through your hair. Suddenly she decided to tug on your hair in that second your rational thinking came back in full force as you tried to move your head away from her as you started to mumble “Wands…Wands….Wanda Wanda!” you place your hands on her hips as you push her away from you. Wanda grumbles slightly due to being forced away from you, she stares at you with furrowed eyebrows as she huffs “what Y/N/N?”

You gulp as you lick your lips “Should….should you be doing this right now? Like should this be happening right now or at all?” Wanda was puzzled slightly as she heard your questions and once she thought about it she clenched her eyes shut and bit her lip. She knew you were probably right considering she doesn’t know if she’s single or dating someone right now, she knew..she knew she probably shouldn’t be doing this but she couldn’t lie to herself. Especially since she knew there were moments where she would get herself off where thoughts and images of you would be the thing to cross her mind to help her reach her high. Hell, there were even moments where her and Vision would be intimate and you would cross her mind it wasn’t her proudest moment. But you have to do whatever is necessary to satisfy her needs right?.....right?

God, this was going to turn into a mess. It already was a mess. But she knew what she had to do.

Wanda placed her hands on your cheeks as she leaned her forehead against yours as she whispered between you “I can assure you this is fine, whilst for me at this moment in time it may be very very wrong. I will fix this and make sure everything is okay for you and us alright? But if you aren’t okay with this happening I am giving you the option of you taking me off your lap and us leaving now and pretending this never happened okay?”

You stare at Wanda hesitantly as you see her gazing at you like you were the most important thing in her life. You clear your throat “Are….are you emotionally and mentally stable enough for this right now.” Wanda nods her head slowly “I can assure you that I am.” You inhale deeply and nod your head “okay..but Wanda this can’t get out that I was the cause for a ruined relationship, me, this whole band and this whole career that I worked for will be over. It’ll be done for.” Wanda nods her head rapidly “I promise you nothing like that will happen. Your career will stay intact, nothing bad will happen to you, this will stay a secret between us…until it doesn’t have to be.”

You can’t help but stare at her hesitantly but you can’t help but nod your head slowly and agree as she’s sitting on your lap like this. “Because we all know I wasn’t the downfall of your relationship…well not directly I don’t think. But we know how people like to twist and spin things.” Wanda nods instantly as she rubs her thumbs across your cheeks and in turn, places small kisses around your face “I know, We all know. As much as you didn’t directly ruin my relationship whether Vision knows it or not….which he probably does let’s be completely honest….it was to do with you.” You both let out a nervous giggle at that realisation.

This time Wanda waited for you to make the first move as she sat there patiently. You raised your hands to the side of her cheeks as you placed your lips on hers softly. The kiss continued slowly until you felt Wanda’s hands move down to grip your t-shirt as you felt her hum softly into the kiss. You pushed Wanda closer to you again her chest against yours as you placed your hands on her back. Wanda gasped over the sudden movement which gave you the perfect opportunity to lick along Wanda’s bottom lips and slip your tongue into her mouth. Wanda immediately sat into you more as she ran her hands through your hair and pulled you as close as possible to her.

You couldn’t help but groan into Wanda’s mouth as you felt the subtle movements of Wanda’s hips rut against you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you move your hands under her jacket and drag your nails down over the back of her shirt which results in Wanda’s hips moving against you at full force. You hum slightly as you slowly move your hands down to Wanda’s thighs as you say in between kisses “mhmm Wands…baby you think you’ll be able to do me a favour?”

She nods instantly as she presses herself against you more continuing to kiss you as she bites your bottom lip “Mhmm yes anything, what d’you want me to do.”

You smirk to yourself as you start dragging your tongue and moving your kisses down against her jawline and neck “I need you my darling, baby, Wands to try your absolute best to be super quiet when there are breaks between songs and performers. D’you think you’d be able to do that for me?” Wanda nods her head as best she can as it tilts backwards over the feeling of your lips on her neck. “Wands, words now.”

“Yes, yes I’ll do that. I’ll try my best.” As you glance up at Wanda you can’t help but smirk at her with her eyes closed, mouth ever so slightly agape as she moves against you. Wanda places her hand on the back of your head as your lips reach a specific part of her neck as she mutters “there, fuck… right there don’t move.” Even though it is so appealing to leave marks on her neck right now you know you can’t so you resort to soft yet forceful kisses on her sensitive skin. Once you hear the slight whimpers coming from Wanda you groan internally as you place your head on her shoulder and take a deep breath.

Wanda tries to get her breath back to normal as you take a break from kissing her neck whilst also using it as a chance to take off her jacket and throw it across the room. Whilst she subtly runs her hands down your chest and manoeuvres her hands under your shirt to run her nail across your stomach. You tense immediately as you let out a shaky breath. Wanda lifts up your head and places it against hers as she starts kissing across your cheeks and nipping at your ear as she whispers “Y/N/N, honey if you don’t start doing something to me now I’ll do it myself or I can go to-” you cut her off with a squeeze to her thigh which lets out an involuntarily moan as she stares at you wide-eyed before she can say anything else you place a passionate kiss on her lips as you let your hands gradually roam around her body making sure to take everything in not knowing when this would happen again….if it would ever happen again.

Just as your hands skim past the side of Wanda’s breasts she simultaneously lets whimpers fall from her mouth as her hips start to grind against you again. When you feel Wanda’s breathing and movement start to increase, you shift her ever so slightly so she’s lying on the sofa underneath you. As Wanda settles beneath you it's only then can you feel the heat radiating off of her body. Though the teasing is quite frankly annoying you and more than likely absolutely tormenting Wanda you can’t help but smirk teasingly as you let your fingers glide over her legs starting from her calf. You lean down closer to Wanda pressing your chest against hers so you can feel the rise and fall of her chest as you bite the lobe of her ear.

“Tell me Wands….how long has it been since you’ve had a good fuck? That your needs have honestly felt satisfied to the max….don’t tell me it’s been since our last hookup in college because I’ll be very devastated for you and ashamed for that man.” When you feel the falter in Wanda’s breath as you click your tongue “that’s disappointing petal.” Wanda gasps suddenly as your hand cups her core as you moan into her ear “fuck Wanda…..I’m sure you already know but I can already tell you how wet you are even through your jeans. Getting this wet for someone you haven’t seen in years….who hasn’t touched you in years….who has barely touched you now and yet you’re putty in their hands right now aren’t you?”

You smirk as you see Wanda’s breathing increase as she shakes her head “mhmm no.” Whilst she’s distracted you slowly start to undo the buttons on her jeans “what’s no petal?”

She swallows dry “it’s a no to you saying you have barely done anything and have barely touched me now.” You raise your eyebrow at her as you hum in thought letting on nothing as you finish undoing the last button. Wanda’s too enamoured by the movement of your lips and everything else to realise the movement that is going on past her waist but shocks herself when a moan gets stuck in her throat as she feels your hand go down the waistband of her jeans. Running your fingers along the lace designs of her underwear, you click your tongue as you place your forehead on hers watching her pupils dilate even more a small smirk passes across your face “Wands you always were a fan of wearing any kind of lace panties weren’t you….and if I remember correctly you were always a fan of wearing a matching set. Shall we see if my memory is correct?” Wanda nods her head slowly, you place a slow sensual kiss against her lips as you whisper “it never mattered what you said anyway Petal I was going to check anyways.”

Wanda whimpers quietly as she feels the movement of your fingers against her clothed core as you sit on your knees pushing her shirt up above her chest with your free hand, a grin spreads across your face as you take in the sight below you. “Well, what do ya know Wands, my memory was right. I have to say though Wanda I adore that you kept that habit up….cause God I don’t think I’ve seen anyone look better in a matching set than you.” You bite your lip as your eyes stay on her chest as it rises and falls.

Wanda can’t help but pull you down to her when she sees you eyeing her like some sort of predator hunting their prey, Wanda bites your lip harshly giving her time to slide her tongue into your mouth as she moves against your hand. You attempt to keep the kiss going as you feel Wanda start to lose herself to the friction of your hand. When you pull back and see her mouth open wide again and her whimpers beginning to turn into moans you decide you’ve put her through enough torture as you whisper to her not knowing if this will even register with her “Wands lift your leg and put it around my waist.” You scoff as you see her do it in an instant “mhmm very quick responding to that command weren’t you?” You hear a slight giggle come from her mouth as she nods in response, as you look down at her you can’t help but take pity as you push her underwear to the side whilst moaning into her mouth slightly as you run your fingers through her folds.

Wanda knows she should be giving out to you for how you were looking at the girl during your performance tonight. But all those thoughts went out the window the second you started touching her again….than again she never really was the dominant one between you two. As you slowly push your fingers into her core, you attempt to hide the groan that escapes your mouth as you feel her walls clench around your fingers. Wanda chokes out a moan as she feels your fingers move in and out of her slowly curling just at the right spot.

As you keep the same slow pace of your fingers moving in and out of her you bite your lip hard at the sight of Wanda moving her hips more to try and meet your thrusts. To alleviate her suffering some bit you place your thumb on her clit and slowly start drawing circles around. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you hear the sighs and moans of pleasure that are escaping Wanda’s mouth. Wanda stares up at you with her eyes half closed whilst your head is thrown back she grabs your t-shirt and pulls you closer to her “Y/N/N….Y/N honey, sweetie, baby if you don’t start moving faster I’ll get myself off.”

You click your tongue as you start thrusting your fingers harder and faster into her at entirely random intervals. “See Wands, Wanda, petal…what would be the point in you getting yourself off….when we both know you picture me to reach your high. So why deprive yourself of the real thing huh?” Wanda stares at you in disbelief wondering how you knew that, you bite down on your tongue as you see her retort back to you “oh fuck you.” You smirk as you move your mouth closer to her ear “oh you wish you could petal. But it’s nice feeling how warm and how fucking wet you are for me.”

Wanda’s breathing grows heavier as she finally feels you starting to increase the pace of your fingers. She places her hands on the back of your neck holding you as close as possible to her as her nails leave marks on the back of your neck. As Wanda very quickly reaches her high you feel her leg start falling to the side of her, you grunt as you push your fingers into her harder and hold yourself up “Wands your leg’s slipping.”

Instantly Wanda wraps both her legs around your back as she crosses her ankles over one another. Which is met with a loud moan left directly in your ear as you thrust further into her. You know it won’t be much longer till she reaches her high as her walls clench and tightens around your fingers far more frequently. You chuckle lightly as you whisper in her ear “God he really has ruined your stamina hasn’t he…you used last so much longer than this with me. We’ll have to get you back on track petal.” Wanda groans and whines more as you press harder on her clit making her arch her back and press against you even more if that was even possible as you felt the twitching of her thighs around your waist.

With how laboured her breathing was and how high the pitch of her moans were getting you knew she was trying to hold off cumming for as long as possible. As much as you would have adored making her wait to cum. You couldn’t do that to her tonight it was far too long since she slept with someone like this. You placed soft kisses along her neck and jawline moving up towards her ear as you whispered “As much as I would love you writhing underneath me for so much longer. You can cum petal.”

Her eyes clenched shut as her legs and arms tense slightly where they are around your body, just as you were going to cover her mouth with your free hand to quieten her moans she pushed your head towards her lips as she kissed you fervently letting the sounds and vibrations of her moans into your mouth. You started to slow down the movement of your fingers to help her ride out her high slowly.

The rise and fall of Wanda’s chest slowed significantly which in turn led her to slow down the kiss between the two of you. Wanda couldn’t help the whimper that left her mouth as you pulled your fingers out of her. She watched you like a hawk as she felt you adjust her underwear and pull out hand out of her jeans. You stared at your fingers that were covered in her juices deciding what you were gonna do next and grinned to yourself when a thought came to mind. Wanda assumed you were either gonna place both fingers in her mouth or possibly even yours but what took her by surprise was when you very precisely placed one finger in your mouth to suck all of her juices off.

You made sure to keep eye contact as you get every single part off your finger as you also groaned and moaned to yourself at the taste of Wanda on your tongue again. As you removed the finger from your mouth you scooted up to sit on top of Wanda as you teasingly held out your other finger in front of her mouth waiting for her to open up. Wanda stared up at you unimpressed “you’re really making me do this aren’t you?”

You pouted slightly at that retort “Oh that’s a shame you never disagreed with this before, you always did it so willingly like the good girl you are….or maybe now it’s the good girl you were? Since you wanna disagree and not do this.” You shrugged as you started to move the finger back to your mouth “I guess I’ll just have to clean this one off as well myself.” Before it could get anywhere near your mouth Wanda sat up with her mouth already placed around it staring up at you with wide eyes. You smirked as you pushed all the hair stuck to her face back. “There’s my Good Girl back.” Wanda let out a muffled whimper at that comment escaping your mouth.

Both of you were brought out of your little bubble as you heard the applause from the crowd out front. You glanced at the time quickly “shit they must be finishing up, I guess it’s time for me to get us to my house.”

Wanda nodded as she yawned “Yes please, everything that happened today has taken it out of me.” You giggled slightly as you stood up and buttoned up Wanda’s jeans again “If I know you Maximoff, you’ll be perfectly fine again after a few minutes.” Wanda gasped as she smacked your shoulder “Rude!”

You held open the door as you waited for Wanda to walk past and exit. Wanda walked past making sure to accentuate the sway of her hips as she walked which got a boisterous laugh out of you.

As you finally parked your car outside your house and turned off the ignition you stared at it rather blankly as you murmured “welcome to my humble abode.” you turned your head to look at Wanda only to find she was already looking at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you chuckled nervously. Wanda smiled softly and shook her head as she spoke “I dunno you just looked at the house weirdly…as if it doesn’t feel like home or like you’re missing something from it…just something like that.”

You tilted your head side to side as you whispered as quietly as possible “yeah you’re the thing missing.” Wanda squeezed your shoulder again to get your attention, as you turned toward her she leaned over the console of the car. Just as she was about to kiss you again her hand landed on the wheel of the car which led to her pressing the horn and it going off. You both laughed at each other straight in the face as you started to open the door of the car and get out “alright Maximoff come on and let’s get inside.” Wanda laughed as she ran to your front door as if it was a race.

The two of you laughing and talking as you opened the door to your house and walked in. the door closing behind you both.

What the two of you didn’t know from that night was during the time you and Wanda were in your dressing room. Vision had come back to bring Wanda home with him, he knew he shouldn’t have left like that and left you both not knowing what it meant for them and their relationship. But he was just so angry he couldn’t think straight so he had to go and calm down.

However, when he arrived you didn’t find any of you sitting where you were before he left. So he kept asking people around the bar if they had any inclination of where Wanda or even you went. After many useless answers, someone had finally told him you both had gone to talk in your dressing room.

Although he slowed his steps at the sounds he was hearing coming from your dressing room. He recognised and knew those sounds….knew those sounds too well. So as he opened the door ever so slightly and saw Wanda underneath you moaning and gripping onto you for dear life. He knew everything he guessed tonight was correct but he also knew there was no way he was letting you get away with this. As much as Wanda was probably going to hate and despise him for this but there was no other way to attempt to save his relationship.

He took out his phone taking photos and videos which blocked Wanda’s face of course and even audio recordings. When he was sure he had enough he contacted any magazine, newsagent, or journalist and posted the content online on social media under randomly created anonymous social media accounts.

If you were gonna ruin his relationship, he was gonna make sure he ruined your career.

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