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jksprincess10 · 1 year

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The neighbor’s daughter

1. Home, sweet home. || neighbor ! joel x reader

A/N: I rewatched ep 1 of TLOU. And yeah. DILF joel makes me feel things

This is 3k words.

Summary: When you come back to Texas for the summer to spend time with your dad, you didn’t expect to meet a hot, single daddy in the process.

CW: Use of pet names, fluff, smut, use of “daddy”, oral and fingering (f receiving), teasing, no protection, fear of getting caught, one use of y/n, reader is 25, Joel is 36.

PART 2

When summer showed its colors and when the semester ended, it was time for you to fly back home. You had been going to university in New York for a degree in theater – something you could’ve never done in your small town of Texas.

When you went back to your dad, you knew it was always a relaxing time. Your mom had died a few years prior, showing you that yes, your parents were getting old, and you spent as much time as possible with your dad. He was important to you, and you were the apple of his eye.

The wheels of your luggage on the pavement pushed your dad out of the backyard, swinging the wooden door in the process. You ran to him, and he pulled you into his arms. Your dad was in his 60s, and he wasn’t in the worse shape, but you could tell he was tired, and he wasn’t eating well.

“Missed you, sweet pea. Let me take care of your luggage.”

“No, dad, I got it! Don’t worry.”

A drilling noise coming from the backyard caught your attention.

“You’re finally renovating the deck that was falling apart?” You asked as you dropped your luggage in the entryway of your childhood house.

“Yes, the young neighbor’s helping out. He works in construction. Come outside with me, we’ll take care of your luggage later.”

You agreed and pulled the patio door leading to the backyard. The deck was halfway done. There were wood planks laying everywhere in the backyard and dust filled your lungs. You coughed and went further into the yard when your eye caught the new neighbor. God. He was so hot, you regretted leaving for your semester before you had met him. He stopped working and got up, hands dusting on his dark jeans. He got closer to you, and you felt yourself getting flustered. From close, he had a timeless face, like an ancient, sculpted statue. He had dark curly hair and a thin beard. He seemed to be in his late 30s.

“Joel Miller, this is my daughter.”

He beautifully repeated your name and shook awkwardly your hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Miller.” You smiled.

“Please, sweetheart, call me Joel. I’m not as old as your dad.” He laughed, showing white and perfectly aligned teeth.

“Watch your mouth!” You dad exclaimed. “My daughter will stay here for the summer, she’s back from university where she studies theater. Might have a future super star right here.” He said proudly as he brought you closer to him with an arm.

“Dad…” You pushed him slightly, embarrassed.

“Joel will be here a lot to help with the deck. Cheapest worker I ever hired; he just asks for beers. Ah, and he has a sweet daughter. But she might be a bit too young to hang out with you.”

“Please, you helped me a lot since I moved here… I’m just paying you back.” Protested Joel. “And Sarah’s just a teen, but she always wanted a big sister. If you want, hun, you can always use our pool and chill with Sarah. Since your old dad is too cheap to buy one.”

“Thank you, Mr… Joel, that’s really nice of you. I’ll let you get back to work and I’ll take care of my stuff upstairs if you need me, dad.”

“See ya later, sweet pea.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you almost ran inside of the house. You don’t know what had happened to you in that moment, but the new neighbor got you all shy and flustered. You needed to relax and shut down the dirty thoughts filling your mind. He probably had a wife.

You went up to your childhood bedroom to concentrate on taking out your things from your luggage.

At 5, you started making diner. Your dad said that Joel would stay, and Sarah would come over as well for supper. Seemed after all that you were wrong; Joel was a single dad.

Your father didn’t cook much, and it showed by the emptiness of the fridge, but you did improvise something good for everyone.

“Diner’s ready!” You shouted from the kitchen.

Seconds later, you were all sat at the table. The house looked warmer with more people in it. Your mom’s death left a gaping hole in your childhood home.

“This is much better than dad’s food.” Exclaimed Sarah.

“Better than my dad’s too.” You laughed.

Sarah was a sweet and playful young teen. She seemed to like laughing at her dad, which amused you. He didn’t react much, but he was grinning silently.

“So, how long have you been living here, Joel? I don’t recall seeing you last summer.” You said between bites of pasta.

“A bit under a year. We were living in a bigger house, but it didn’t feel right after Sarah’s mom died.”

You felt awkward under this confession, not knowing how to react. You were fantasizing about a man with a dead wife.

“I’m really sorry for your loss.” You said quietly. “I lost my mom too.” You added as you shot a look at Sarah. But you couldn’t imagine losing your mom at such a young age.

“It’s okay, hun, it’s been a few years. We just… waited until we were ready to move.”

“Understandable.”

Your dad filled the awkward silence that followed by suggesting that he offers a beer to everyone (except Sarah, of course). You happily agreed and moved on to happier subjects, like school. But your ex came up in the conversation.

“I’m so glad you broke up with that loser, sweet pea. What was his name? Chad? God, I hated him.”

“Oh my god, dad, don’t bring him up.” You said as you hid your face in your hands.

“Chad, hm?” Repeated your neighbor. “Definitely sounds like an asshole.”

“Yeah… cheated on me.” The wound wasn’t as fresh, and your sadness was replaced with anger.

“You see, hun, men take a while to mature. You better wait it off.” Added Joel.

“Or find an older man.” You shrugged.

He nodded and laughed. “You’re gonna give your ol’ dad a heartattack.”

He was trying to act shocked, but you saw a glimpse of lust in his warm eyes.

At 8pm, everyone went home with a promise that you’d come over tomorrow evening to use Joel’s pool. You felt nervous, but part of you hoped that he would join you and Sarah in the pool.

You exchanged texts with your friend that stayed in New York for the summer, TV noises filling the living room with your dad’s snores.

So. New neighbor. A total DILF. Single dad with a sweet daughter.

Girl, you better get it.

We’ll see, seeing him tomorrow night to swim at his place.

😉 keep me updated.

Joel wasn’t working on the deck the next day because he had a full day of work, so your day went really slow. It didn’t help that last night, your dreams were filled with him.

You went out with your dad and made supper with him, trying to teach him to eat healthier in the process. Your mom really was the cook in your family.

When the sun was almost setting, you put on your swimsuit and packed a towel with a change of clothes and headed alone to Joel’s home. He opened the door after you knocked, wearing more relaxed clothes, but still looking good. You didn’t know if you had imagined it, but he stopped for a few seconds to stare at your body, only covered by a tiny bikini, before moving out of the doorway.

“Sarah’s already in the pool, go ahead.”

The Miller home was small, but warm. It was surprisingly clean, except for a few beer bottles here and there.

“You’re not joining us, Joel?” You asked playfully. You had hoped he would get the memo.

“Hm… yeah, why not! Just let me change.”

You didn’t wait for him and went out the back door to join Sarah. She seemed happy to see you and you talked freely while swimming. The water was warm, which made you feel more relaxed.

“I might have a lot of clothes in my old bedroom that I can give you, if you want. We never threw anything away…” You offered.

“Yes! Please! Can I come look tomorrow?” She said excitedly.

“Sure!”

You lost your focus when you heard Joel coming out, only wearing his swimming trunks. He had muscular arms, and a bit of a tummy, but you liked it. You tried not to look at his bottom half.

Sarah totally saw you staring, but she didn’t say anything, bless her. She must be used to women drooling over her head.

Joel jumped in the pool, splashing you two in the process. He then emerged of the water, curls sticking to his forehead, and you took your revenge by splashing him back.

Sarah excused herself after an hour in the pool. She was supposed to “call a friend” and then she’d go to sleep. She probably saw how you and his dad were flirting and wanted to leave you two alone.

You swam in silence for a few minutes before Joel finally talked. “So… about older guys…”

“Sorry, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my comment or anything.”

“No worries, hun.”

He got closer to you, making the water move around you in small waves. Your breath was stuck in your throat, his proximity making you nervous, but hopeful.

“I speak from experience. Younger men are immature assholes. Was that way until I met Sarah’s mom. Hell, I might have turned back to an asshole when she died.”

“Is this why you’re single?” You assumed.

“I don’t know. Just need a fix here and there, I guess… but my priority is Sarah.”

“You seem to be a good dad.” You hesitated before, adding. “I wouldn’t mind being a fix.”

He smiled frankly. “Atta girl. Knew you were flirting with me. And in front of your dad… I like your guts.”

You shrugged with a smile. He pulled you closer with the help of one arm and stared straight into your eyes with his pretty brown eyes.

“I don’t have anything to lose.” You whispered. He was so close that your breath was brushing against his lips.

Joel had everything to lose, but still, he crossed the small distance between you two and kissed you gently. Your hand went up to his wet curls, pulling him closer. If you weren’t in the shallowest part of the pool, you would’ve been drowned by his kiss. Honestly, no one had kissed you this well in your life.

When he let you go, you tried to follow his mouth, but he stopped you. He pressed his hand on the small of your back, sending shivers through your whole body.

“When Sarah’s asleep, I’ll kiss you as long as you want, sweetheart.”

You nodded; cheeks flushed. Finally, after swimming for a few more minutes, the two of you climbed out of the pool to dry yourselves. After that, you went back inside, keeping your distances from now on. Your stomach was tied with anticipation.

He showed you to the downstairs bathroom, where you changed into a loose t-shirt and soft cotton shirts. You had forgotten to pack any underwear and didn’t want to keep your wet swimsuit on. So, you stayed like that, no panties, and no bra.

Joel had gone up to change and check on Sarah. You heard her voice, she seemed to still be gossiping with her friend on the phone. You took the liberty to get two beers out of the fringe and laid them on the living room table, while you sat on the old leather couch.

When Joel climbed down the stairs, he put his arms out like a preacher after seeing the opened beers.

“You’re an angel, hun.”

You blushed and took a sip of your beer. He sat with you on the couch, wearing a black t-shirt that was stretching on his biceps and loose shorts.

“So… tell me more about you.” He said vaguely after he had taken a sip of the alcohol.

“Well. I’m 25, I’m graduating next year. I’m hoping to make it as an actress or… I can always come back here and teach theater. I want to, you know, take care of dad. I was born and raised here. I love acting, of course, but also reading and yoga.”

“You’re older than I thought.” He said, obviously joking.

You punched his shoulder. “I blame my dad for my baby face.” With your movements, your breasts moved freely in your loose top, which he caught with his eyes.

He brushed his shoulder, like you had hurt him, while he shifted on the seat, hoping you hadn’t noticed. You didn’t say anything, but you could clearly see his discomfort.

“Your dad’s a good man. Completely selfless but incredibly lonely. I always try to invite him over when I can, but I’m ain’t no good cook.”

You bit your lip, feeling guilty of always leaving him.

“You men are all the same. Needing a mama to cook for you.” You said to lighten the mood.

While you said that, Sarah climbed down the stairs. “Going to sleep now!” She announced. “G’night dad. G’night, y/n.”

He got up to give her a big bear hug. “G’night baby girl, sleep tight.”

When she disappeared and you heard her bedroom door close, he didn’t lose any second and brought you closer to him on the couch.

“Saw you getting hard, asshole.” You whispered near his ear.

He looked away, embarrassed. “Sorry, you’re just… really fucking hot.”

“I can say the same about you.”

You brought a hand up to his still damp curls, twirling them slightly around your fingers. He stopped resisting, and Joel’s lips found yours again, kissing you slowly and sensually. He deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you on his lap. You felt every inch of his hard length through your thin pants, and you had to resist the urge to move your hips against his clothed cock.

“Let’s wait until Sarah sleeps, hm?” You said when you broke the kiss, letting your noses brush together. You went back to your initial spot but keeping some closeness with Joel’s body.

While you waited, you sent a message to your dad saying you’d stay a bit longer and not to worry. You didn’t want him to show up randomly. You watched the TV without really listening, distracted by the warmth Joel’s body emanated. His hand played mindlessly with the soft skin of your thigh, and that’s all you could think of.

You looked at the time and thought that by now, Sarah would be asleep. You put your hand on his, guiding it to the inside of your thigh that was covered by your cotton shorts. His gaze followed your gestures and his fingers soon discovered that you were wearing nothing else than your shorts.

“Fuck.” He breathed, while his finger found your wet slit under your pants.

You let out a harsh breath, grabbing onto his strong shoulder for support.

“Let’s go upstairs.” He said as he barely brushed your wetness with a finger, teasing your clit for a second. You bit your lip to keep your moans inside of your mouth.

You agreed enthusiastically. The two of you went silently to Joel’s bedroom, closed, and locked the door. The second the door was locked; your neighbor pushed your body to his mattress covered by messy blankets. You let yourself fall with a laugh and put your elbows behind you to support the top of your body so you could look at him.

He kneeled in front of you and took off your cotton shorts with one quick gesture. He didn’t touch you yet, he just analyzed every curve of your intimacy with darkened eyes.

“Such a perfect pussy. Can’t wait to fill it up.” He murmured. No man ever looked at you this way.

“Don’t tease.” You moved your hips to get closer to him.

His face disappeared between your thighs. His warm breath hit your wet cunt, before he licked up a generous stripe between your wet folds. You could feel his perfect nose dragging slightly against your most sensitive region and you couldn’t help the whimpers coming out of your mouth.

“Gonna have to be silent for me, hun. Can you do that for daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

His tongue curled around your sensitive bud, and you bit your lip to keep in your cries, your hands fisting the blanket under you. He went slowly at first, taking the time to taste your sweetness. But the hungrier h.e was getting, the faster he was going. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge with each touch of his tongue, and even more when he added a finger to fuck your hole.

“So tight. Gonna have a hard time takin’ all of me.”

“I can do it.” You said between laborious breaths.

To support your claims, he added another finger, stretching you more, and fucked your insides roughly, while his mouth was sucking on your clit. He found a sensitive spot inside of you and hit it with each thrust of his fingers. Your legs started to shake, and you managed miraculously to keep your moans muffled while you squirted on his lips. He kept going through your orgasm, and you pushed him away when you became too sensitive.

Joel got up and took place with you on the bed, his legs trapping your hips. He leaned down and kissed you softly while you were coming down from your high. Joel’s lips were still salty with your juices. You moaned against his lips as your hand went south, caressing his length through his shorts. He broke the kiss only to take off your top. His hands explored the skin of his breasts, before his fingers played with your nipples, making them painfully hard.

“Fuck me, please.” You whined against his mouth.

“Fuck me please, what?”

“Please daddy.”

“Good girl.” He praised.

Your hands found the hem of his t-shirt and you pulled it over his head. He then took care of the rest of your clothes, revealing all of him. It was… a lot.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He said as he saw your scared eyes. You trusted him. “Chad wasn’t big, hm?”

“Smallest dick I’ve seen.” You responded with a smile.

He laughed as he helped you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling your bodies closer. You hid your face in his neck to focus on your breathing. You could finally smell all of him. His cologne was woodsy. You wanted to drown in it.

Slowly, he aligned his member with your hole and entered your walls. It was just the tip at first, but it was already a stretch.

“Relax hun, the worse is almost behind, okay?” He cupped your cheek to look at your face. He gave you a reassuring smile, before kissing you softly.

No man had really cared before to see if you were hurting during intercourse. The bar was so low, but Joel was exceeding it easily.

When he felt your body getting more relaxed, he slowly inserted the rest of his length.

“Okay?” He checked on you.

You nodded with a shy smile. He started moving slowly, not pulling out completely. You held him close with your legs. When you felt more comfortable, your hips started moving with him, a bit faster, to show him what you wanted. He understood your body’s message and started thrusting at a quicker pace, meeting the rhythm of your hips.

Your lips found the skin of his neck, where you muffled your moans with warm kisses.

“Can you cum again if I touch you?”

“Yeah. But you don’t have to do everything…”

He shushed you. “I want to please you, so you come back, hun.”

You changed your positions slightly, so you were more relaxed on your back, and he was on his feet at the end of the bed, your legs around his ass. Joel’s fingers circled your clit as he was thrusting in and out of you with force.

His other hand was pressed on your lips so he could muffle your moans. The sound made by his hard thrusts was already risky. Slowly, under his attentions, you had a second orgasm. Your walls closed tightly around him, and he had a hard time keeping up.

“Where d’you want me, sugar?”

“In. Please. I’m on the p-” You said against his hand. You couldn’t even finish your sentence, he was hitting you with a last thrust, his semen filling you up.

When he left you empty, you ran to the closest bathroom to clean yourself up. You didn’t have much time left with him tonight, so you got back to his bedroom immediately after you were done. He was still laying naked on his bed, looking like a timeless portrait from a classical painter. He held up his arms and you understood the message, burying your body in his strong arms.

“G’nna have to go, Joel…” You mumbled.

“I know.” He pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“Buuuut… I can sneak out of my room tomorrow night.”

He smiled.

“Bad girl.”

“Is that a yes?”

"Yes."

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moonhoures · 8 months

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Merciless

🕷️ kinktober — day 5: bondage 🕸️

pairing: hyunjin (stray kids) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, the tiniest amount of fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, bdsm dynamic, bondage (rope & mouth gag), pet names: ‘honey’, ‘good boy’, ‘baby’, ‘pretty boy’, ‘my love’ (all for hyunjin), oral (m receiving), brief handjob, mentions of spit/drool (lots of it), ball fondling, mild edging, cum swallowing

word count: ~1.7k

synopsis: your boyfriend looks the prettiest when he’s tied down

a/n: this is v short and a teeny bit 🤏🏻 out of my comfort zone since i’m not used to writing bdsm-themed stuff, but i hope it’s still enjoyable for you guys 🫶🏻

posted: october 5, 2023

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It’s unfair. A downright act of injustice for him to look as beautiful as he does in this moment. Long, raven-colored hair perfectly tousled, strands delicately fallen over his forehead and in front of his eyes, some of the ends catching on his eyelashes. His sculpted face tinted was with natural blush and his glimmering eyes shined in the dim light from your lamp in the corner of the room. His body looked like a statue chiseled from the finest piece of rock by the most-talented of sculptors. Though, you had the bigger hand in his posing tonight.

Hyunjin sat naked in the black iron-framed chair before you, his arms expertly tied down to each arm of the chair with a rope made of safe (but intriguing) material. The cords wrapped around his muscles and wrists, holding him down, but you left just enough room to keep his circulation intact. The same cords were coiled around his upper body, intertwining up and over his chest and shoulders, anchoring him to the seat. Even his calves were tied to the legs of the chair, giving him no way of escaping on his own. He was completely and utterly at your mercy, whenever you decided to give it to him, but it wouldn’t be any time soon.

His chest was flushed, light red marks appearing over the skin from his previous orgasm and the chafing of the rope. It was uncomfortable, but it wasn’t unendurable. He breathed heavily through his nose, nostrils flaring with every intake and outtake of oxygen. His eyes were fluttering closed. His orgasm had only just started to subside, but you were already wanting to give him another.

His eyelids shot back open when he felt your fingertips graze his knee. The hairs on his leg stood up and goosebumps prickled from the skin of his thighs. His eyes had a hint of nervousness in them when they met your own.

“What? Too soon?” you patronized him, an eerie smile creeping in from the corner of your lips. You found his deer-in-headlights expression very cute, “Oh, come on, honey, I know you’ve got another one in you. Don’t you?”

He didn’t bother attempting to respond. It was futile. With the gag in his mouth, even the loudest of words he could muster wouldn’t be comprehensible. The best he could do was shake his head, but that was no good. You had already decided his fate for him.

“Hm, I thought so.”

You sunk down onto your knees in front of him. There was a sparkle to your eyes as you watched him watch you. His fringe swayed in front of his dark, lust-clouded eyes, making him look like a model. His beauty was astonishing. You would never tire of looking at him, you thought. And he only got prettier when he was like this, tied up just for you. It wasn’t fair. It was selfish of you to keep his beauty all to yourself, but that’s what made having him like this so special. You knew you were the only one to ever behold such a sight.

“Don’t give me those eyes,” your voice sounded like honey when you spoke. Your fingernails traced aimless lines up and down his exposed thighs, leaving pale marks in their wake. They came to a stop right at his pelvis, briefly leaving his skin before you took his half-flaccid dick in your grasp. You looked up at him again, seeing anticipation in his eyes now, “You know you want it.”

I do, he thought to himself.

“You want my mouth. My tongue. You want me to choke on your cock, don’t you?”

Yes.

“You want to stuff my mouth full until I gag?”

God, Yes!

“You want to cum down my throat?”

Fuck, just do it already.

“Huh, Hyunjin? Answer me, honey.”

Despite the humiliation he felt, he tried his best to do what you asked. But his reply came out in muffled nonsense. The spit from his attempt seeped into the fabric you used to gag him, and created a wet spot on the corners of his mouth.

“Good boy,” you praised him.

His heart beat quickened as he watched you lean forward and press fluttering kisses along his thighs. They trailed upwards, until you were at the base of his cock. He was still a little soft, but nothing you couldn’t deal with. You kissed him all over, up to his tip. Your lips puckered, peppering small smooches against his slit. You let spit bubble up and drip down his shaft—lots of it.

Hyunjin loved messy blowjobs.

He didn’t tell you that, but you could just tell. There was a glint of excitement that settled in his gaze as his eyes trained on your every move. His breathing pattern picked up in pace, and his fingers twitched, having nothing to grab onto.

“You’ll be good for me, right? You’ll let me suck your cock, and you won’t cum until I tell you to.”

He nodded furiously, pathetic little ‘mhm’s being eaten up by the fabric between his lips. You smiled, eyes returning to his hardening shaft in your hand. You opened your mouth and sucked in his tip, loving the way he filled your mouth as you went further down. When you got as far as you could go, you hummed, and a small whimper sounded from Hyunjin’s throat.

You pulled your mouth almost completely off, then took him in again, and repeated that a few times, slowly. His erection leaned a little to the left naturally, so your right cheek bubbled with the tip of his cock pressing into it. The sight made his head spin.

Soft gagging noises filled the room as you took him in deeply again, his tip touching the back of your throat. It was uncomfortable for you, and it was getting harder to breathe, but you didn’t care about that. You cared about having him on the brink of a raging orgasm. So you added your hands to the mix, using one of them to massage his balls. He let out a whine, like a sad puppy, and his eyes closed for just a moment before opening to watch you again. He couldn’t help it; he needed to watch you torment him.

You made eye contact with him while you sucked him off and fondled him. You made sure to let your drool pool up at the corners of your mouth and drip down his cock. Once you had enough of his balls, you started to pump the bottom of his length, using your drool as lube. His arms and legs were flexing with unbridled energy; he was itching to get out of his restraints. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to caress your face. He wanted to feel your spit all over his hands as he pumped his cum into your mouth. He wanted to hold your head down his cock until your nose brushed his pubes. He needed it. But he couldn’t have it, and it was killing him.

“You’re doing so well, Jinnie. Just a little longer.”

The tears were brimming in his eyes now, creating sparkles in the corners. You felt your heart become mush at the sight. Despite your act right now, you had the biggest soft spot for your boyfriend. Because at the end of the day, that’s all this was: an act. As soon as he decided he had as much as he could take. As soon as the safeword left his mouth. You would praise him and give him the most comforting hug you could manage to give him. You would rub his skin where the ropes held him after you took them off, and he would thank you for treating him so well. You both would get the sexual gratification you wanted, and you would both be happy.

“Where do you want to cum, baby? My mouth? My face?”

His eyes widened and his brows upturned at the first option, so you repeated it. He nodded his head vigorously.

“Okay, pretty boy,” you held his eye contact like you had him under hypnosis. He wasn’t even watching your ministrations anymore, his eyes solely existed to look into yours in that moment. He wondered what he looked like in his current state. You always told him he looked beautiful, but he wanted to see it for himself. He needed to remember to ask you next time to bring a mirror.

“Cum.”

Hyunjin’s eyelid twitched and the flood gates sprung open. Just like that, at the uttering of the word, ropes of his seed jetted onto your tongue. You had taken his tip back into your mouth just in the nick of time, and as he continued to cum, you sunk yourself further down his length. You went as far as you could, but with his semen filling your throat, you could only do so much.

You swallowed it all, holding back a cough as you let the bottom half of his shaft out of your mouth. The fat tip sat on your tongue for a moment, poking your right cheek again. Your tongue laved his malleable skin, feeling the faint veins in it. The salty, creamy essence was vaguely left in your mouth as he fell out of it with a wet ‘pop’. Rugged breaths and humidity clouded you as you felt your face growing warm.

Hyunjin was absolutely spent, his eyelids growing heavy. He was exhausted, and he only had two orgasms so far. He watched, in shock, as you reached for the gag in his mouth, wet to the touch from his saliva. You pulled it out from between his lips, and you took a second to admire the puffiness and redness in his lips. The faintest pink lines at the corners of his mouth made you smile. Gorgeous.

“Ready to use that pretty cock of yours, my love?”

He wasn’t. If you fucked him now he would be so sensitive. He would go insane. But a big part of him wanted to feel your insides so badly that he couldn’t think straight. Lust was the only thing that stayed consistent in his head, and it plagued his every thought. It plagued his lips as he spoke the first and only word that came to mind.

“Yes.”

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jakelandryshorts · 1 year

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A Run around the Track

[AI Art created by Jammer (First Image, Second Image)]

“C’mon Rob! You keep complaining how coach wants you bigger. I think I have the solution!” Alex said in an overly chipper voice.

“You were just supposed to help me study,” Rob growled at his tutor. He didn’t understand why Alex would have wanted to meet him around the college track. But it quickly started to make sense. “Or are you just trying to get a chance to watch me workout?”

Alex’s tilted his head with a devious smile. “No…” He lied. Both of them knew it. Alex had been watching Rob like a hawk every single time they were would go to the library. His eyes would trace Rob’s body every chance that they got. “I’m just trying to be helpful.”

Rob’s eyes narrowed. “Where’d you even get this stuff?” The container wasn’t labeled, and it looked like a generic protein powder.

“Online. Everyone who reviewed it said it had amazing results!” Alex answered. He was already scooping the powder into a shaker bottle. Then added water to it. The substance dissolved instantly, making it look like it was just water again. Alex stuck out his arm. “Here!”

Rob stared at it skeptically. “Is it safe?”

Alex shrugged.

“YOU DON’T KNOW IF IT’S SAFE!?” Rob shouted. A few people walking the track looked over at them. Rob slapped his face. “You have to be kidding me…”

“I don’t know… How bad could it be?” Alex said. “What’s the worst that could happen? You get a protein powder that doesn’t do anything? Isn’t that normal?” He shook the bottle. “Come on… People said they see results after a few minutes.”

“Fine…” Rob snatched the shaker bottle out of Alex’s hand. He was tired of Coach Albarn saying he wasn’t putting enough effort out on the field. Like Alex said, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ Rob downed the drink.

Alex stared at him skeptically. “Anything yet?” Rob shook his head no. “I think they said that you have to build up a little bit of a sweat…”

“If this doesn’t work,” Rob stuck a finger in Alex’s face, “you’re doing all my homework. Got it?”

“Got it!” Alex squeaked.

Rob started off for a bit of a jog. It was just a standard warm up. However, even as he rounded the first bend of his first lap, he could feel sweat starting to drip down his brow. His heart was beating faster and there was this odd sensation running through his body. Rob powered through. There was no way a something could work that fast.

Then there was this odd feeling with his shirt. ‘It’s just the sweat,’ Rob reasoned as it clung to his chest a little more than usual. He could really feel the wetness running down his chest and back. Whatever this was, really made him sweat. Even he could smell the musk wafting off of him as he ran.

As he rounded the second bend, now his shoes were feeling tight. ‘There’s no way…’ Rob thought to himself. Had he really been growing? It didn’t make sense. Maybe a rock just got into his shoe or maybe he accidently picked up the wrong pair or one of his friends was playing a prank on him.

Rob finished his jog in front of Alex. “How’s that?” Alex didn’t answer. His mouth just hung open in shock. “What?”

“You—you got bigger…” Alex stammered.

“Huh?” Rob looked down at him in confusion. There was no way. That was barely even a few minutes of light jogging. It didn’t make sense, though as he looked down at Alex, there was a clear noticeable difference. At 6’1” he’d always been a bit taller than the other man, but now Alex barely came past his shoulders. “No way!”

“Yes way!” Alex cheered. He clearly loved looking at the bigger jock right now. There was so much more to gawk at. Now Rob’s shirt was starting to rise up and show off the bottom layer of his abs. His biceps looked so swollen that he would have a hard time finding anything that had sleeves. He’d probably have to get custom made pants to properly fit his enormous, but perfectly sculpted ass.

“This is--!” Rob let out a grunt. His body seemed to have collapsed in on itself. Every muscle was flexing.

“Rob?” Alex asked.

Rob couldn’t respond. Only grunts came out of him as he felt his heart absolutely racing. Each and everyone of his muscles felt as though they were on fire. It was all at once too. He clenched his chest. Veins bulged out of his skin. And he started to grow.

It was a sudden burst of power flowing through him. His athletic body was rapidly doubling in size. Muscles grew at an unprecedented rate as he writhed under the weird feeling. The sleeveless shirt didn’t stand a chance. His widening back and chest ballooning out in front of him made the XL sized shirt look almost kid sized. It was the same with his shoes as his toes pushed out of them. Then crushed the remnants of the shoe’s soles.

“F-uck… F-uck…” Rob panted as he slowly regained control over his body. He looked down at his massive mitts for hands. Then quickly realized just how much further down the ground was from him. Getting a look at Alex, the other man barely came above his waist.

“R-Rob?” Alex stammered. “How are you feeling?”

Rob huffed out a few more deep breaths. A new emotion was emerging. He couldn’t understand it. He didn’t answer Alex. Instead, he picked up the small man by the collar and started carrying him.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize it’d make you this big! I thought it’d just make you a little bit bigger!” Alex squirmed in the giant’s grasp.

Still, Rob didn’t say anything. He ducked under the doors and went into the empty locker room. He held Alex up against the wall. Then kissed him. Once the confusion disappeared, Alex was happy to reciprocate. Their tongues wrestled as Rob held Alex up against the wall.

Alex’s hands happily roamed around the unbelievably hard muscles of the hulking giant. He squeezed Rob’s pecs and traced the outlines of his hard muscles. All the while, Rob’s hands were quickly finding their way into Alex’s shorts. A finger popped into Alex’s asshole.

“Ahhhhh…” Alex moaned as he broke off from the kiss.

“You like that?” Rob moaned. His finger continued to wiggle around, tickling the other man’s insides. “Huh? You like making me into this big hulking monster?” Alex couldn’t respond. His mind was all over the place in a lustful haze. His little hands squeezed against Rob’s body for support before finally giving up.

Alex’s body jerked. A wet stain started to form in his underwear and bleed through to his shorts. He rested his head on the massive chest before him, taking in all of the other man’s musk.

Rob let out a frustrated grunt as he set Alex back down. The little guy continued to cling to him. His body rubbed up against the massive cock still straining Rob’s shorts. Alex took his own initiative as he lowered the hulking man’s shorts.

“At least no one can say you aren’t big enough…” he smirked as he used both his hands to properly jerk off his giant.

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They Tell Me That It's Good For Me

Zeke Yeager x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: It’s hip to be square… Warnings: 18+, dubcon, cheating, violence, murder, mental health issues, vaginal sex. Lmk if I missed any. Words: 4k

Zeke resented his brother, Eren. The brunette being ten years his junior made him wonder who he thinks he is to be telling him what to do. He’s a doctor, and yet Eren seems to think it’s a good idea that he go to therapy? Family therapy, at that. It’s just the two of them sitting in the office on account of their parents being dead. The therapist immediately senses hostility in Zeke. A reluctance to be a part of this ridiculous practice. Eren disagrees, though. His temper around their penthouse recently has been less than pleasurable.

“What does a regular day in the life of Zeke Yeager look like?” the therapist asks. Zeke’s eyes roll so violently, they flutter manically. He adjusts his seating position, pulling up his trousers slightly as he crosses one leg over the other and sinks back into the armchair. He’s a picture of perfect coolness as he rakes his fingers through his hair and thinks about his answer.

A day in the life of Zeke Yeager.

He lives in one of the most expensive properties in the city. The name Zeke Yeager is one of renown and respect. An excellent doctor who studied under his father, Grisha, a title and career he achieved and solidified all before turning twenty-nine. Self-care is very important to Zeke. He likes women, you see, and being in his line of work can be incredibly stressful and taxing on your appearance. He knows every trick and technique to prolong his youth and prevent wrinkles for as long as possible. His morning regime can be gruesome, as if the poor man isn’t tired enough. But it’s all worth it to look how he does.

Not many people see his body under his work uniform, but it’s often a surprise to many when they realise how perfectly sculpted and chiselled he is. Taking care of himself can’t just stop at using specific creams and scrubs on his soft skin to prolong his youth. A balanced diet and exercise play a crucial role in it all, too. The exercise is probably the most irritating part of his morning routine to Eren. For some reason his elder brother insists on playing porno tapes on the TV at full volume while he works out. The sounds of women’s moans incentivise him, apparently. It doesn’t stop it from being irritating, though.

Zeke Yeager is successful in every way that an individual can be. He’s wealthy, he has a good job, good looks that attract enough women to placate his salacious desires. And even a brother who, whilst they annoy each other to the brink of self-detonation, they care for each other.

But it’s not enough for Zeke Yeager. He’s a shell of a man. No matter how much money he has, there’s always someone with more money. Despite him being magnificent at his job, there will always be someone somewhat superior to him. Regardless of which woman he takes to bed, there’s always a man with a sexier woman and a hotter cunt than what he’s going to devour and enjoy.

Zeke Yeager exists, but only barely.

“This was a stupid idea, Eren. I don’t need a shrink, I myself am a doctor, you know.” he talks to his brother in the chair beside his own. Zeke doesn’t get a response, but he notices the therapist begin to scribble down notes in their little book.

“I’d rather you not talk to Eren, Zeke. Focus on me. I’d like you to tell me why you’re here. What has been going on in the last few months?” the therapist speaks. Zeke runs his tongue along his top row of teeth as he contemplates the question. He’d have to ask Eren why they’re here, but now it turns out they aren’t even allowed to speak with each other.

“My life isn’t as interesting as you might think. I work. I go for the occasional drink with colleagues or my brother. I go home and enjoy video tapes and then return them when I’m finished with them.” he explains, prompting the therapist to write down more notes.

“Video tapes. I must say, from what I’ve seen and heard you watch quite a substantial amount of pornography films. Do you think you have a porn addiction?”

“No.”

“No?”

“That’s what I said.”

The therapist takes her time writing his response. It’s quite difficult to make Zeke feel uneasy, but the radio silence for five minutes straight filled with only the sound of a ballpoint scratching on paper fills him with unease. He feels like he’s on trial. Part of him wants to clear his throat, but he doesn’t wish to give the therapist the satisfaction of thinking she’s rattled him. Or worse, she’s won.

“I’d like to know about your sexual history. At what age did you lose your virginity and how frequently do you engage in sexual intercourse?” she asks him. This makes Zeke scoff. It’s not something he cares to divulge with a stranger. He sees Eren scowling at him and shakes his head unimpressed.

“I was seventeen. And I couldn’t say how often, truthfully. I like women, I’d say I have sex more than most.”

“Do you ever pay for it?”

“Is that relevant? I don’t see how that matters.” Zeke answers her question defensively, earning another series of notes appearing on the paper in front of her. “Sometimes I do, yes.” he adds, and she writes it down.

“Outside of sex, what else do you do for fun?”

“I can’t think, right now. I’ve told you a few things, I think we should move on.” he suggests. She smiles, crossing one leg over the other and nodding in agreement. He isn’t sure about therapy; he never has been. The idea of someone getting inside of his mind and trying to unearth secrets and fantasies that he may not even know about himself is terrifying.

“Do you get along with Eren’s fiancé?” she asks. Now Zeke does clear his throat. He unfolds his legs and leans forward in his seat pressing his fingertips against one another as he thinks of how he should answer.

“I don’t think we should discuss this.”

“You have a fiancé, don’t you?” she pushes. Zeke grimaces and nods. This must be why Eren brought him here. He looks over his shoulder in Eren’s direction, and he can barely look at him. He’s been a terrible older brother. So selfish and insufferable. But Zeke has never claimed to be selfless. What Zeke wants, Zeke gets.

“I stole Eren’s fiancé, yes, if we must talk about it then sure. It wasn’t a particularly nice thing to do, but I—” she stops him from saying another word by raising her hand as she writes again. He waits patiently for her to finish so that she can ask another question or wait for him to continue.

“Do you recognise this woman?” she asks as she places a polaroid on the coffee table in front of them. Zeke leans forwards to pick the image up and pushes his glasses further up his nose so he can get a proper look. He shakes his head, placing it back down and pushing it towards her.

“What about this woman? Or this woman? Maybe this one?” she fires off as she places another three images down on the table. He looks at them all intently, once again shaking his head as he pushes them back at her.

“I don’t recognise any of them. What about you, Eren?” he asks his brother, he’s still scowling at them. He thought they were on better terms since he stole you away from him. Apparently not. The therapist clicks her fingers and reminds him not to talk to Eren.

“That’s a shame. I had hoped you could help me, they’re all deceased, you see. Quite grisly murders, actually.” she tells him, not even looking at him as she focuses on her note taking. It scares Zeke to hear. Four women murdered. It’s a scary world to live in. It’s enough to encourage him to light up a cigarette and get comfier in his seat as he digests the information.

“That’s horrible. All the same killer, you think? Or—”

“What do you like to do for fun, Zeke?” the therapist asks him again. His eyes scrunch as he wonders if he heard her right. Haven’t they been over this already? Why does she keep asking?

“I… I enjoy eating. There is a restaurant in the city that is difficult to get on the guest list for, but they usually make an exception for my colleagues and I. That could be considered fun.” he tells her. She doesn’t bother writing it down, which makes him feel like he’s said something boring. Or something wrong entirely.

“I assume you and your fiancé have a considerable amount of sex? How much, would you say?” she queries. Zeke scratches his beard as he thinks about it. He pushes his glasses a little way up his nose, again, before answering.

“Not as much recently. Three times a week, possibly? Work is exhausting. I’d never be off her if I had the choice.” he confesses. That is something she deems necessary to write down. She even pouts as she does, like she’s really concentrating on getting every single word perfect.

“Do you cheat on her? You sometimes pay for prostitutes, have you done that since you became engaged?” she asks him. He looks down, awkwardly, and concentrates on the sounds of his bones cracking as he crushes his knuckles. He sighs, though, preparing to answer yet again.

“Unfortunately I do. I’m not proud of it, it doesn’t mean I love her any less.” he explains, trying his very best to justify himself and his abhorrent behaviour. She’s writing yet again. He notices the way her eyes harshen when she’s writing something particularly juicy, otherwise her brows remain relaxed and her eyes almost appear lifeless.

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Why do you—? Music, I like listening to music at home. Dancing and a few drinks with the right music on is fun, for me.”

“Those four women were prostitutes.” she announces casually, scribbling some more and not making any form of eye contact as she speaks. Zeke’s jaw hangs low as he comes to realise what might be happening here.

“I feel like you’re accusing me of something.” he tells her. She doesn’t confirm nor deny. She simply keeps her eyes fixated on him as he begins to awkwardly laugh under her intimidating glare.

“Could you tell me about the first time you had sexual intercourse with your fiancé?”

Oh boy, could he. But should he? Would you approve of him diving into the intimate intricacies of your relationship and what you get up to between the sheets? It’ll be fine, he thinks, patient doctor confidentiality is a requirement. He knows that just as well as she does.

Eren had brought you home for the first time to introduce you to his brother. Zeke couldn’t believe how beautiful you were. From head to toe you were a total knockout. How a shit bag like Eren bagged a girl like you, he’ll never know. You spent the evening getting to know more about each other. About their family and their relationship with one another. It was sweet, you thought.

Zeke couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Eren was the same, you were the only one who realised how intensely the brothers were staring at you. But of course, you didn’t comment on it. Instead, the three of you drank more and more. You drank the least, but it was still enough to feel tipsy.

Eren drank the most and he blacked out completely. Zeke had to carry him from the dining room chair to his bedroom. He landed on the soft mattress and bounced a little when Zeke let him fall from his arms.

“I think you like me, Zeke.” you said. He smirked immediately and you noticed his face go a little red. You stepped a little closer towards him, unable to keep away from his magnetic charm. “Am I… right? To think that.” you questioned. He shook his head, you were perfectly correct.

“I like the idea of bending you over and seeing what you look like stuffed full of me. If that means I like you, sure, I like you. But you’re with my little brother. I’m wondering why you’d ask a question like that when you’re engaged to him. Do you like me, too?”

You stood closer to him, wanting that to answer his question. It does. His hands moved around your neck and then one held the back of your head as he landed his lips on yours. It became heated quite quickly. Both of your hearts racing with adrenaline as you knew Eren could have woken up at any moment. He picked you up and made you wrap your legs around his waist so that he could carry you to his own bedroom.

You were set down and he pushed your body against his floor to ceiling mirror in his room. He dropped to the balls of his feet and then onto his knees, pulling your panties from underneath your skirt and tossing them over his shoulder. He nuzzled his face between your thighs and began to lick at your delicate, petalled flesh. Your little pearl was at his mercy, your hips bucking and stuttering with each suckle and slurp. He looked up at you, face and beard sparkling with pussy juice.

“Turn around, look at yourself.” he demanded. You did, and watched your own body as he began to undress you. He whispered under his breath. Mostly about how beautiful you were. He loved the way your face contorted when he spanked your ass. So, he did it again, and again, and again. “You look gorgeous when you hurt.”

That’s when he decided to soak his cock with your juices. He slid it up and down between your folds to make sure he was wet enough for you to take. He smoothed your hair back so you could both look at your face when he began to tear you apart with his thick cock.

“That’s it. Good girl, how’s the stretch feeling?”

“It— It hurts so good.” you moaned for him. It made him smile cockily. Of course it does. It was just what he wanted to hear.

He loved the way your jaw hung low and eyes were almost fully white as he ploughed into your little cunt. He adored that you didn’t care how fucking loud you were moaning on him, it didn’t bother you that Eren was in the next room. It was euphoric when you began to tighten on him like the little whore you are. You angled your body slightly so that you could face him. Kiss him. He was hitting your sweet spot so perfectly, you scratched down his defined back and earned a cat-like hiss from your soon to be brother in law.

“Fucking bitch, are you gonna cum?” he asked. You nodded like a fool. So damn close. He watched your pretty O face as you hit your peak. It was an inspired idea that he had decided to fuck you in front of the mirror. He doesn’t think he would have been able to examine your reactions and responses as perfectly as he did if he was facing you directly.

He didn’t let you relax as you came down from your high, though. He held your head in place and insisted you look at him as he fills your cunt up with himself. He’s giving you everything he has, the least you can do is admire him as he does so.

“You came in her?” the therapist asks, Zeke nods a little too proudly in front of his sibling. “Interesting.”

“Is it?”

“Did you cum in these four women that you fucked?” she asks him as she spreads the photographs out on the coffee table for a second time. He leans forward and looks at them again. He only shrugs his shoulders, though.

“Maybe. It’s likely. I don’t usually like to pull out or wear protection.” he tells her. She writes that down. Zeke isn’t afraid anymore, he’s starting to get agitated. “How much longer is this session?”

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Are you aware of how many times you’ve asked me this question?” he answers her question with his own. He pushes his hair back again as he slinks back into his seat. She isn’t done with him, though, he can tell that much by her demeanour.

“That’s not how things ended with your fiancé though, is it? How did it end?”

“Eren here caught us, unsurprisingly.”

“That isn’t what I was referring to. He wouldn’t have caught you if your fiancé wasn’t screaming.”

“Screaming?”

“Screaming, Zeke. Don’t you remember?” he shakes his head at her question. He remembers nothing of the sort. She didn’t scream. He would remember that. Wouldn’t he? He’d remember if she was screaming. “I think you’re confused. Are you confused, Zeke?”

“Very. I wouldn’t make her scream, only in a good way. Why would she be screaming?” he questions. She flips through her notebook and leans her body forward so that Zeke knows she’s reading directly to him.

“She claims the sex was indeed consensual. She instigated it and she enjoyed it until the screaming started. Can’t you remember? Can’t you try and remember why she was screaming?” she talks at him, he shakes his head again. His mind is blank. Is he going insane? “You’ve been referring to her as your fiancé. She’s nothing of the sort. You don’t have sex three times a week, you had sex that one time.”

“No,”

“Yes, Zeke,” she insists as she flips through her notes again. Instead of reading, she had another polaroid image to show him. “Might this jog your memory?” she asks, placing it above the other images.

It’s you. All bloody and cut to ribbons. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. You’re so beautiful but so broken. Who could do this to you?

“Jesus, what happened to her? Can I see her?”

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Stop asking me that! I want to know what happened to my fiancé! I need to see her!” he raises his voice, momentarily standing from his seat before the therapists scalding glare forces him back into his seat.

“You happened to her. Shall I read her statement to you?” she queries, flipping through her papers until she finds your handwriting. She clears her throat as she prepares to speak. Zeke looks terrified. He doesn’t know you or himself. “We were flirting discretely over dinner. When Eren went to bed it got more intense and I knew I wanted to have sex with him, so we did. We were against the mirror in his bedroom and he performed oral sex on me. He made me look at myself as we had sex and it was pleasant. Until he snapped. I think the change happened when I scratched his back. He started calling me names and he became rougher with me. As he began to climax, he pushed my head against the mirror and told me that I need to see how a whore takes his cum. He didn’t stop pushing and that’s when I started screaming. He pushed so hard that the glass broke, shards entering and slicing the skin on my face. That’s when Eren came in.”

She finishes speaking and looks at Zeke incredulously. He doesn’t know what to say. He can’t believe you would tell such a vicious lie. Are you trying to ruin him to save your reputation? You’re his fiancé now, why would you do such a thing?

“I wouldn’t— I would not do that.”

“What do you like to do for fun?”

“Are you listening to me? I did not fucking hurt that girl, I love her. We’re happy.” Zeke expressed pathetically. It was obvious to him that she wasn’t buying it, though. But who was she going to believe? Women stick together in times like these.

“What happened between you and Eren when he found the two of you?”

“We argued but, everything is fine now, right Eren?” Zeke asks his brother. He simply shakes his head, remaining completely silent as he does. “I don’t— I don’t understand what is happening.”

“Are you sure you don’t remember what you did to her? Or if you slept with these prostitutes?” she goads him, but he shakes his head in utter refusal. When will this end? “You aren’t yourself right now, Zeke.”

“Fuck you.” he spits at her. She only smiles.

“Do you remember hurting your brother?”

“Aren’t therapists supposed to help people? Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

“He came in to see what all of the ruckus was about when his fiancé was screaming. You picked up a huge shard of mirror glass and pinned him to the armchair and stabbed him again and again. You don’t remember killing your brother?” she explains. He scoffs at that.

“Eren isn’t dead, he’s right here. Are you stupid?”

“Zeke, tell me what you like doing for fun.”

“No! What the fuck is the matter with you? You’re making up lies about my fiancé and my brother.”

“This girl here was stabbed. This one was chased and murdered with a chainsaw. This one was shot. This one was strangled. And you were the last person to see them all alive, after paying them for sex.”

“I don’t care about them. I care about why the fuck you just told me my brother is dead.” he barks. She shakes her head and stares at him.

“You tried to kill Eren’s fiancé. She managed to get away and call the police. But it was too late for Eren, he’s dead.” she tells him yet again. He almost growls at her answer, unable to believe she’s still speaking so cruelly to him and his brother.

“Are you blind? He’s here. He’s literally right fucking h—” Zeke has to pause as he turns to face his brother one final time. He isn’t sitting beside him pulling sarcastic faces and refusing to speak. He isn’t disgusted with him after the therapist had dredged up their past and betrayals.

No.

Eren is dead. He is right next to Zeke, but he is dead. His head drooping backwards over the back of the arm chair with dozens of stab wounds in his neck and even more on his shoulders and down to his stomach. The large mirror shard is still lodged in his younger siblings’ neck. His head moves rigidly so he can face the therapist. He looks down at the coffee one final time. He remembers you. You only met one time and he fucked you stupid. He remembers smashing your head into the mirror. He remembers how badly he needed you and how tight you were around his cock. He’s even starting to remember the prostitutes. At this point, he’s crying. Not because he’s sad, he’s laughing maniacally. It’s all coming back.

Fuck.

Every single thing is coming back to him, now.

“What do you like to do for fun, Zeke?” she asks, one final time. He manages to still his laughter as he wipes away his tears. He has an answer for her now. He finally has an answer he thinks she’s going to like.

“I like killing people,” he laughs softly, smoking a cigarette he lights up. A cigarette he feels may be his final one for a long time. “I like killing people, for fun.”

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Change - Jake Kiszka

a/n: i desperately wanted to write a fic with him being nervous about his new haircut, but the thing is i've been struggling bad with writing bc of many things, but mainly being so anxious and focused on my health and all. so i'm not entirely happy with it, but i tried :) also barely proofread, i finished it at 3 in the morning lmao

this idea is thanks to @maud-gone and a small moment is inspired by this post from @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine :)

*photo is not mine, credit goes to the owner. if anyone knows, please let me know!*

The sun filtered through the curtains of Jake’s bedroom, your eyes fluttering open to take in your surroundings. They soon land on Jake, who was awake and out of bed, with his back turned towards you.

All you could see was his tan, bare back as he brushed his long hair in the mirror of the closet next to his bed. He was already dressed in his usual pair of light-washed jeans, seemingly getting ready to leave for the day.

“Jakey?” You call out. He turns around in an instant and smiles upon seeing your sleepy figure, still trying to wake up.

“Morning, honey,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He smelled of his shampoo and body wash, a sign that he has showered and has been up for a while.

“Where are you going?” He takes a seat on the bed next to you, taking a hold of your hand. His thumb rubs along the backside of it, soothing you within seconds. The comforter slides down your body upon Jake scrunching it up from when he sat down, and his eyes immediately attach to the sight, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“I have some errands to run and I didn’t want to wake you.”

Nodding against your pillow, you gaze up at him, drinking in the sight. His usual silver medallion necklace rests perfectly around his neck and between his pecks, his wavy hair splayed out across his shoulders and sculpted back. He looked like an angel, especially with the sunlight hitting him so beautifully, highlighting his features that you loved so dearly, and all you wanted to do was lay in bed with him for hours and admire him.

“Okay. How long are you gonna be?”

“I’m not sure. But I’ll be home in time for dinner, alright?” You nod again in response and he leans forward to press a kiss to your lips, cupping your cheek to hold you there. The necklace swings down and falls against your own bare chest, the medallion right between your breasts, the feeling sending a shiver through your spine.

“I’ll miss you,” you mumble against his lips, tugging at the necklace to pull him in for another kiss after he parts. A chuckle escapes him and he gives in, deepening the kiss just for a moment.

“I should get going, I have an appointment I can’t be late for.” Thinking nothing of this, as you are still very tired, you let go of the jewelry and allow him to continue getting dressed.

Jake slips on his navy blue button-up, grabs his wallet and phone, and is out of the house in an instant as you scroll through your phone, still in bed, attempting to wake up before getting up for the day.

The entire day goes by, and Jake still hasn’t returned home. You busied yourself with doing some chores around the house, but you were desperate to know where Jake has been. When the time came around, you ordered a pizza for dinner, which you were planning on enjoying by yourself at this point, until Jake walks in. Walking out from the bedroom, you find him kicking his shoes off by the front door.

“Hey Jake, where have…” your voice tapers off as soon as he faces you. His shoulders tense up, a small frown is displayed on his lips, and he shoves his hands in his pockets, stepping closer to you.

His hair is the first thing you notice. And it’s different.

It’s short, not something you were expecitng him to come home with, but still very attractive nonetheless. The length was just about shoulder length, maybe an inch or so shorter than resting on his shoulders, but it was still the same color, as far as you could tell.

“What do you think?” He shyly asks, gazing into your eyes. He tucks a piece of hair behind his left ear nervously, which accentuates his face so perfectly. Though immediately, you notice something deeper hiding behind his general exhaustion from being out all day. Something you’ve seen before.

Insecurity.

“I-I fucking love it,” you reply, a huge smile curling at your lips. You close the space between the two of you and grab onto the ends of the short, brown bob. Your fingers then thread through the soft locks from the root to the ends, and already, it feels a ton more healthier.

“You do?” His voice was still quiet, unsure of how to feel in this moment.

“Yeah! Why? Don’t you?”

A soft sigh slips from Jake and his tongue darts out to wet his lips, something he does when feeling anxious.

“It feels nice to not have so much to take care of, but…” he takes a moment to collect his thoughts. Your hands fall to his waist, knowing that it comforts him, and wait for him to get what he wanted to say out. “I’m not sure what the fans are going to think.”

There it is.

Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion and hurt. Jake has always been worried about what people think of his appearance, it’s something he never really grew out of. Sure, he was confident and feeds off of the fans screaming positive things at him during shows or telling him when they meet him, but he knows what social media is like.

“You shouldn’t care about what fans think, babe. You look so good and you’re happy with it, right?” He nods in response, not trusting his voice yet. “And that’s all that matters. Plus, I love it, too.”

You reach up and tuck the hair on his right side behind his ear, cradling his face in your hands. Leaning forward, you kiss him sweetly and his own hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him. Your thumbs stroke along the apples of his cheeks after you part from the kiss, feeling the warmth of a blush underneath them and watching them turn pink.

“But…you saw the way people reacted to Josh’s haircut. What if they do the same with mine?” He was so unsure, and despite your words of praise, he seemed like he was still not entirely happy with his decision.

“Then they aren’t happy with it. Your hair feels so much healthier, it’s far more easier to manage, and, the best part, it frames your face so well. You look so fucking cute, Jakey.” Another blush rises to his cheeks, and he sheepishly looks down and away form your gaze. “And I just know that so many fans are going to love it, it’ll outweigh the ones that don’t.”

When he raises his head, both tendrils of hair fall from behind his ear, giving you another chance to really see the length and how it looked around his face. Resting your hands on his cheeks, you take the sight of him in, how healthy his hair looked, the pain still evident in his eyes, and the pink blush remaining on his cheeks underneath your touch.

“I can’t get over it,” you gush, cooing as you play with the ends of the locks, twirling them around your fingers, the silky threads that you’ve always loved playing with feeling so light between your fingertips.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss his cheek, then his nose, moving to his other cheek. But you don’t stop there, you begin to kiss all over his face, his forehead, his eyelids even, before moving down to his jawline as well. His giggle rings out in the otherwise silent house, and your heart flutters at the sound you love so much.

“I’m so obsessed with you,” you add in the same tone of voice. “Everything about you. Please don’t let anyone else’s opinion get you down. And I know that’s hard to do, but I’ll be here for you through it all.”

“I love you,” he murmurs, love and adoration dripping in his words “Thank you.”

“I love you too, Jake. Always will.”

The pizza delivery man interrupted your sweet little moment with a ring of the doorbell, so after paying the guy and tipping him, you two take a seat on the couch and enjoy your dinner together.

As you two chat about your day, you could tell Jake was still really nervous and insecure about the change, and your thoughts were confirmed when he slipped up on telling you that he went over to Danny’s for a little.

“Yeah, well, after my appointment, I went to talk to Danny and…he kind of gave me some good advice to take and all that.”

“Advice about what?” You push, your hand falling to his shoulder, gently massing the tense muscles.

“You know…about how he changed his hair and all and how he dealt with the change himself. He told me basically the same thing you did, that if I’m happy, then everything is okay. And his haircut really brought him out of his shell.”

“I really hope you go through the same because you are still so fucking hot with short hair.” Jake can’t help the giggle that bubbles in his throat, and of course the sound makes you laugh with him, happy that he was showing improvement with his mood.

“Can you…or, would you mind taking a shower with me?” Jake asks after a few seconds of silence and him playing with your hand.

“I mean, I definitely wouldn’t mind,” you joke, standing up and attempting to dart to the bathroom, feigning exaggerated eagerness. He laughs loudly and joins you, following you into the bathroom.

Your routine of showering goes as normal, however you decide to take care of Jake tonight. As he reaches for the shampoo, you stop him and pump the soap into your own hand.

“Let me,” you whisper. He nods and straightens his back under the running water. Lathering the shampoo between your hands, you raise them up to run the suds through the newly trimmed locks, scratching your nails against his scalp to work the shampoo in.

The sweet smell fills your nostrils and Jake’s eyes shut as he basks in the feeling of your touch, a small grin on his face. Taking care of Jake was one of your favorite things to do. Whenever he got back to the hotel from a rather rough show, or even after a long flight where all he wanted was to collapse in bed and sleep for hours. you were there to help him.

Though right now he didn’t exactly need help, however he appreciated the kindness and love that you give to him in moments where he’s feeling down about something or himself. Right now, you were showing him that you love his new hair by tenderly washing it, and that means the world to him.

You continue with everything, washing your own hair as he rinses the shampoo out of his, tending to him the same way with the conditioner, though only paying attention to the ends; you even wash his body for him, massaging his tense muscles through the soap to try and get him to relax even more.

He of course had to pause for moments just to kiss you, grabbing your face with his hands to hold you against him, throwing in some soft ‘I love you’s’ as well. Even after all the soap and conditioner in both of your hairs was rinsed and washed down the drain, you stood there under the falling water, curled in each other’s arms, not ready to get out just yet.

Eventually, though, the water runs too cold and you have to get out. Jake grabs two towels for you and one for himself in the process, but, the care doesn’t stop there. After he dries his hair with the towel you used for yours, you pick up his comb and sit him on the toilet.

Gently, you begin to brush through the knots, starting from the bottom and working your way up. Jake stares up at you, both of his legs on either side of yours, locking you between him. His hands come up to cradle your hips, softly stroking the cotton towel that covers your body.

He takes in the look of concentration on your face as you work through his hair. Trying to be as careful as you could be without hurting him, you were locked in, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, and all he could do was smile like a fool in love.

Finishing up, you scrunch the locks up a little in your hands, just to add to the wavy pattern that was prominent in his hair already. He remains on the toilet, watching you do your own nighttime routine of brushing your hair, washing your face, and getting dressed and ready for bed.

Soon, you and Jake are curled up in the warmth of his bed, surrounded by the smell of him, a mixture of his strong-scented body wash and the usual cologne he wears daily. Laying side by side, facing each other, Jake sighs softly and reaches for your hand resting between the two of you.

“Thank you for tonight. It’s just that I haven’t really had this much of a change in a while, and it scares me,” he admits, his voice low and cautious.

“It’s okay to feel that way. Change is scary, especially if you’re in the public eye and constantly have people making comments about your appearance. Everything you’re feeling is completely valid, okay? And you don’t have to thank me. You’re my love, Jake. I’ll always be here for anything you need.”

He scoots forward a bit to meet your lips, your hand falling to the side of his neck, your thumb running back and forth over his soft skin. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours, and you move your hand up just a bit to play with his now-dry hair. His eyes flutter shut and a soft and quiet hum vibrates in his throat.

“I really do love your new look. And I really hope you keep it this length for a while,” you tell him, repeating your actions from earlier and kissing all over his face. He giggles again and just sits there, taking in all the adoration and praise you were more than happy to give to him.

“If it leads to you kissing me like this, then I’ll become a vampire so it never grows again.”

“That was so cheesy,” you laugh, smacking his chest playfully. A smile spreads across Jake’s face as he tugs you into his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead. “And speaking of that, I’d then have to become a vampire to be with you for eternity.”

“If it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you, sign me up.”

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sailorshadzter · 6 months

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stay.

shout out to this piece because i've officially cracked 900k words on ao3!

my goal was to hit 1mil words by the end of this year, which feels pretty daunting now considering its december 1st tomorrow lol. but we'll see how the month goes :)

He knows better than to take this path.

Yet, there he walks, his feet taking him the ever familiar pathway to her rooms, and he finds himself standing outside her door. From within he hears her muffled voice, perhaps singing to herself, perhaps singing to Ghost, a thought that warms him from his head down to his toes. A shaking breath escapes him and he raises his hand, knocking three times, his usual, she would know it to be him without even opening the door. Her voice silences and from behind the wood he hears shuffling, her footsteps, then the door swings open and she stands there in her dark gray gown of wool, red hair hanging down her back, the pins already pulled free. “Jon,” she says his name softly, blue eyes widening ever so slightly. But she takes a step back, allowing him entry, the door falling closed behind him.

Just as he’d thought, Ghost sits on the rug before the hearth, his tail thumping a greeting before he lays down, head to his paws, red eyes falling closed. “I thought you might be in bed,” Jon admits, turning his gaze from his wolf and back to her, finding she’s already looking right at him. “It is late.” The hour is so late that many of the candles that burn in the corridors have dwindled to little more than puddles of wax.

She tilts her head, doing her best to keep her face passive as she stares back at the man she feels like she doesn’t even know anymore. Her mind turns back to their argument from earlier that day- did you bend the knee for the North, or because you love her? Have you no faith in me at all? She swallows, shaking her head. “No, I’m not all that tired,” she says finally, the silence between them palpable. “And I thought you might be with her.” She silently curses at herself for mentioning the dragon queen, but jealousy once again gets the best of her.

Surprisingly, Jon does not flinch, rather he shakes his head.

“I always come to bid you goodnight.” Is all he says, simply, perhaps even defeatedly.

Now her heart twists, her stomach sinking to her knees.

“You do,” she responds softly, hands curling into fists at her sides. She can’t really explain why things have become so difficult between them… Except… The dragon queen’s beautiful face flashes in her mind and she sighs, knowing that it’s no more than jealousy on her part. Of course Jon was to fall in love with a woman, a beautiful queen no less. She can’t blame him for that, surely? Yet… She’s angry with him for it. “Jon, I…” His name is still so sweet upon her lips and she wonders why they can’t just fall back into what it was before he left for Dragonstone. But perhaps that was because if he loved another, they could never have back what they had before.

Yet, he could never have loved her in such a way, being her brother and all. Such an idea was sick, was twisted, a thought that makes her no better than a Lannister. “You don’t have to say anything, Sansa,” he says next, interrupting her whirling mind. “I was wrong,” he goes on, quieter now, taking a single step closer to where she stands. “For not telling you the truth right away.” Her eyes widen with silent surprise, a perfectly sculpted brow arching with the question she doesn’t even have to ask. “I thought I might shoulder the burden of it all alone.” He had thought, in order to keep her and the North safe, that he would tell no one of his plans. But then, Bran had found him after their fight that morning and everything changed. There would be no hiding things from Bran and it was his encouragement that sent him to her rooms tonight, simply so he could be honest with her. And now that he thinks about it, he knows he should have told her it all from the very beginning.

“We’re family, Jon. You never have to do anything alone.” She speaks passionately, reaching out for him- as always, she’s the one to reach for him. Her hand takes hold of his and squeezes, reminding him of those nights so long ago when she’d climb into bed with him after a nightmare, the feel of her hand grasping his in the darkness, the scent of her freshly washed hair against his pillow. “You can trust me.”

Of course he can, there’s no one he trusts more in this world.

Without another word, she draws him across the room, to take a seat at her small table, she sitting just across from him in the opposite chair. He wonders, just for a moment, who had sat across from her like this while he’d been away. “She must think we’re on her side, at least for now.” Jon says softly, as if anyone in the castle could be listening. “I can’t say what will happen after the Night King, but until then, she must be our ally.” Sansa nods, listening, thinking, deciding. “We can’t win this without her.” Another nod and she’s still holding his hand.

“She’ll expect us to ride South for her,” Sansa predicts and Jon nods, a thought he’s had himself.

“Aye, but we can’t worry about that now.” Right now, all that mattered was if they would come through alive after the fight with the Night King. “I missed you,” he says next, surprising her once more, but in an entirely different way. “Every day and every night that I was gone, I missed you.” He isn’t certain where the courage comes to say these things, but somehow, this moment feels right to speak the other truth he’s kept inside. This time, he is the one to give her hand a tender squeeze.

“I missed you as well,” she says softly, slowly, blue eyes dark and damp.

Jon swallows, uncertainty between them, a feeling of what could be, what should be, but she’s smiling then, a beautiful sight. It gives him hope he’s not had in all the time he’s been away from her. “I should go…” He says quietly, knowing the hour was late, she needed rest, she needed sleep. But her hand keeps him in his place, shaking her head.

“Stay,” she urges, a simple request.

One which he’ll readily give into.

One which he’s always longed to hear.

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lokidokieokie · 2 years

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Sleepy Realisations

Summary: Realising that you have a crush on the egotistical Dr. Stephen Strange was not something you were expecting to happen during the middle of your shift. So what’s the best thing to do: ignore him. And it works...well, it works until Stephen corners you.

Pairing: Nurse!Reader x Doctor Stephen Strange

Being an ER nurse was a rewarding career. You got to meet a wide variety of people and help them with their injuries; whether it be a dislocated finger or a heart attack.

However, something that you absolutely hated about the job was the huge overtime shifts when it got busy. Especially the twelve-hour ones.

Twelve-hour overtime shifts in the ER were not ideal but were sadly a common occurrence in your life. And much to your chagrin, those long shifts left you feeling drained and exhausted by extra hour five.

With five hours remaining, you tiredly walked along the hospital halls, trying to remember where the vending machine with the snacks you like was on this floor.

After hazily stumbling through a multitude of halls--some of which you walked down multiple times--you eventually found the one you were looking for; but much to your disdain, the spectacular Dr. Stephen Strange was currently using it.

The two of you only knew each other through his lovely ex-girlfriend Christine; and your interactions became less frequent because of their split. But even so, the Doctor was always, in some sort of way, on your mind.

“L/n.” Stephen greeted, knocking you out of your thoughts.

You nodded your head, “Strange.”

Tapping your foot on the ground seemed to be the only thing that could keep you awake, something that Strange seemed to notice.

“Are you alright, L/n?”

“‘m fine.” You managed to mumble. Just as you were about to fall against the vending machine, muscular arms wrapped around your waist.

“You’re exhausted. How long have you been working?”

“‘bout 18 hours.”

You heard him mumble something along the lines of, “Of course you have, my selfless idiot,” but, y’know, that could’ve just been your sleep-deprived mind letting you hear the things you wanted to hear.

After all, you were not Stephen’s, and he wasn’t yours. And it didn’t matter how much you craved to be his-wait...what? You wanted to be Stephen’s?

This was not something you could comprehend at this point in time.

Quickly removing yourself from his grip, you stood up, and began walking away.

“L/n, you didn’t get your (favourite snack) from the vending machine!” He called.

You didn’t even attempt to respond; too afraid of what words would fall from your lips if you spoke. You needed to ignore him, and find a way to drown these new feelings.

Too worked up over your new realisation, it didn’t seem to click that he had known what your go-to snack was.

It was now three hours until you shift finished, and you still couldn’t get Stephen out of your mind.

Sure, you had always found him attractive. Was it his pale blue eyes that you always seemed to get lost in; his sculpted face that made him look like a piece of marble lost from Ancient Greece; his grey streaks that seemed to frame his face perfectly?

How had you not realised your feelings before?

You were brought out of your thoughts by a large thud.

Stephen was on his knees in front of you. “Y/n, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

You gulped, and quickly nodded your head. You held your hand out, and helped him up. Your heartbeat quickened; goosebumps loitered across your body due to contact.

Just like before, you quickly let go of him and ran in the opposite direction, leaving a very confused Stephen.

This was not going to go well.

Finally, your disastrous shift was over, and you were free to go home and sleep. Quickly mumbling a very tired goodbye to Christine and your patient, you headed over to the change rooms.

And seeing your sweatshirt and leggings hanging in your locker was like a gift sent from the Gods themselves.

Sleepily, you managed to remove your blue scrubs and place them in the bio-hazard containment bin. And just as you were about to place your pants on, the door slammed closed, jolting you from your sleepy state.

“Alright, I’ve had it-” He stopped at the sight in front of him.

You squeaked--literally, you squeaked like a mouse. A faint pink hue tinted your cheeks as you thought, this was not how you wanted him to see you practically naked for the first time.

After the moment of shock passed, you covered yourself with your locker door and quickly changed.

“Strange, you are aware that this is the female changing rooms, yes?”

He gulped. “I am. But I have a bone to pick with you, Y/n.”

Oh, the way your name sounded coming from his lips was the best wake-me-up.

“And what is that bone, Doctor?”

“You’ve been ignoring me, and I want to know why.”

Avidly trying to ignore the thoughts flooding your mind about you being naked in front of him, you managed to speak. “Ignoring you...please. I’m not ignoring you.”

He took a step towards you and scoffed. “I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m not ignoring you, Stephen.” You meekly spoke.

He took a step closer. “Don’t lie to me, Y/n. Just tell me why.”

You looked down. “I-I can’t,” You stuttered.

He took one final step closer and lifted your chin. Face to face with the man who you’ve suddenly realised holds you heart, you felt hypnotised.

“You can tell me anything, Y/n.”

And you believed him. So you did. You told him everything; how you value his friendship, how you think he’s a fantastic doctor, how you love him.

Silence filled the room as you both just stared into each other’s eyes. The silence was killing you. It’s foreshadowing his rejection, isn’t it. Trying to think of the words so he can let you down easy.

You gulped. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way, and I don’t want it to ruin our friendship-”

He kissed you with a fervent passion--with a need that you had never felt before. His lips clashed with yours, and you were overwhelmed with his smell. He smelt like safety--he smelt like home.

Pulling away, much to your disappointment, you both caught your breath.

“I love you, Stephen.” He smiled.

“Well, I love you too, Y/n.” Your lips locked again only to be interrupted by a voice.

“It was about time!” Christine’s voice startled you both.

Quickly turning your head, you sheepishly smiled at her. “How long were you standing there for?”

“Long enough,” she smiled. “Now both of you shoo. I’ve got to get changed.”

You smiled at Strange. Maybe sleepy realisations aren’t that bad, after all.

Sorry if it doesn’t make too much sense, my drug-induced mind cannot comprehend english at the moment :(

Will edit when I’m feeling better.

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4200nemobackup · 2 years

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hi can you write a fic where jungkook/jin has his hands tied to the bed and he has cum all over his chest and face from cumming so many times and he has bruises on him and there’s tears and drool on his face and he’s really out of it and you take a pic and video humiliating him and send it to a chat with the members?

Of course hunny!!! Luv u!!!

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Ask above: “hi can you write a fic where Jungkook/Jin has his hands tied to the bed and he has cum all over his chest and face from cumming so many times and he has bruises on him and there’s tears and drool on his face and he’s really out of it and you take a pic and video humiliating him and send it to the chat with the members?”

Pairing: sub!jin x domme!reader

Warnings: degradation, videotaping (consensual), whining, orgasm untouched, cum eating

A/n: hey babes, I’m really in love with this ask! This one is gonna be rather short but juicy 😊 love you and if this isn’t up to par, don’t forget to request another one!

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Jins saccharine moans filled the room once again.

His beautiful skin was painted with the love marks you had the pleasure of etching onto his skin. Jin’s perfectly sculpted face was covered in his own juices, as well as his chest. He had came so many times, he had officially lost count of how many times you made him reach an orgasm.

You were now stroking his throbbing cock once again, coaxing such beautiful sounds out of the man’s mouth. He was so sensitive, his senses delirious and blurred.

“Aww Jinnie. Does that feel good?”

Your sweet boy pants continuously, before letting his mouth rest. Just then, the drool flows out of his mouth, and his eyes meet the back of his head.

“I take that as a yes.” You said, a grin pulling at your lips.

Jin’s body was covered in red and pink love bites; truly a canvas for your desires. Shouldn’t art be shared with people?

“How would you feel if the members saw you like this? Their oldest hyung, at someone else’s mercy. Taking orders instead of giving them? Covered in his own juices, like a good slut.”

Jin’s cock hardened much more, and the sudden blood rush to the area made him all the more sensitive. He trembled and keened deliciously.

“Someone’s an exhibitionist, huh? Let me make your dreams come true.”

You grabbed his phone, which you knew the password to, and pressed the famous group chat. You opened up the video shortcut, ready to begin your madness.

“Smile for the camera, slut. Tell them how much you love being tied up and milked like a whore.”

Jin could barely open his mouth as you continued stroking his sensitive dick. His voice was practically gone.

“Say it, or I’ll stop.”

The last thing he wanted you to do was stop your ministrations, so he forced out his sentences, panting in between.

“I love it……love it so much…”

“I know you do, but now they do too.”

You continued, “can you guys see your hyung, getting wrecked so beautifully like this? Look at him, being so good for me. Can you see how I’ve broken him, hmm?”

At your words alone,Jin released streams of cum, jolting as he did so. His untouched orgasms always felt so good.

“And he came untouched! You have to be a real slut to do that, right? Do you all really know your Jin-hyung? He’s so slutty. Let this video be a reminder.”

Sent

You and Jin both heard the satisfying sound. You relished in it, as Jin’s tired body barely recovered. Still you smiled at him, as you caressed his perfect cheeks.

“You’re my slut Jin, and now even the members know.”

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What About Us?|| C.Beomgyu ||Special Chapter

Summary - Here you are, pregnant with Beomgyu’s child as the two of you faced this journey with complete merriment. Leaving the dark past behind with the pressure coming from both of your parents and the forced marriage. Beomgyu looked forward to starting a family with you when he figured that he will take your hand once again. He was with you the whole time, your first check-up, and your first-morning sickness, he was understanding and you were so lucky to have him. But let’s just see how he handles your midnight cravings.

Pairing - Beomgyu x Reader

Word Counting - 2.2k

Warnings - suggestive content

You abruptly woke up when a sudden kick came from your growing stomach, showing through the white blanket above it. You could only sigh and place a hand on top of your stomach, being in your second trimester means that your morning sickness will lessen and it was pretty enjoyable for you to experience due to the way Beomgyu would literally drop everything for you just to get you whatever you need. Being married to him again and having the wedding when you were just four months into your pregnancy was a challenge you faced with bliss. Smiling at the thought of having your husband by your side in this new journey that the two of you are walking on brought merriment in your eyes for them to sparkle, after everything that you’ve been through with him, surely nothing would stop the two of you now. Not even the press, the pressure from your family, and the public eye. For Beomgyu would always look at you and only you that he’s willing to protect you with all his might.

Well, maybe something will test this attachment you got going around the sleeping figure beside you when your stomach starts growling, craving to eat something… at 2 am in the morning.

“Beomgyu…” You softly called his name, peeking through the thick covers with your eyes scanning his perfectly sculpted face.

“Gyu..” You continued, but this time a lot louder causing him to stir for a quick blink of an eye.

Rolling your eyes when he still continued sleeping, biting down your lip, you carefully sat up and rested your back on the headboard behind you. Leaning a bit to the side to open the lamp that’s resting on your side.

“Baby, I’m hungry… wake up please” You leaned down to whisper it beside his ear and that’s when he finally fluttered his eyes open and was greeted with nothing but your lovely face that he never got tired of seeing first thing in the morning.

“Hmmm? Yeah? What do you want to eat?” He asked in a hoarse voice, his fluffy black hair hovering over his eyes as a result of him running his hand over them.

“Chocolate chip cookies, please” You smiled.

Your eyes watched him reach down for something besides the bed. It’s your basket of snacks and there, Beomgyu grabbed the pack of cookies that he bought when he went grocery shopping the other day and handed it to you. You only stared at the pack of cookies on your lap quietly with your face showing a hint of annoyance when he went back to closing his eyes and hugging the pillow next to him.

“I don’t want this!” You exclaimed, putting the cookies to the side and making room for yourself when you pushed the blankets away from you. Getting ready to stand up and drive yourself to the nearest bakery, as if there was even one open at this hour. You don’t want the store-bought cookies with their rock-solid cookies, and bland chips! You wanted the soft, chewy, and melting chocolate coming from the chips.

“I thought you said chocolate chip cookies?” Beomgyu finally spoke up, sitting up and grabbing a hold of your wrist to not let you leave this bed with him still in it. This is what he takes in every single day, your sudden mood swings or just things that you throw at him to understand alone if you decided to leave him, like what happened the other day when he just said “You look beautiful today, baby” when you were looking at yourself in front of the mirror. Taking a quick look at your slowly changing body, your growing stomach, breasts slowly aching day by day, and your tired eyes. Then you quickly glared at him, hands forming into a ball of fists inside your sweater paws that were in fact Beomgyu’s as he stood still like a rock when you fired him words.

“So? You only said that to me because I only started looking at myself in front of the mirror? Do you mean that I’m only beautiful today? Or that you’re just sorry because you had to carry me as an eyesore! Walking around the house like a penguin and asking for your help like I’m an old lady!! Remember it here Choi Beomgyu! You’re the one who made me like this!”

Blinking that memory away, Beomgyu quickly got off the covers to go to your side of the bed, kneeling down and going in between your thighs as he rested both hands on your knees. Looking up at you with a gentle gaze.

“What is it that you want again, baby? Chocolate chip cookies? Do you perhaps mean that you want me to bake some for you?”

He only got your nod as an answer which he only laughed at when he saw your pouty lips. And he couldn’t help to smile at the thought of you wanting to eat one of his baking once again after only trying them once when you got home from visiting Siu, he surprised you without any occasion on the date and showered you with love and affection. The highlight of that day was when you closed your eyes after taking the first bite because of its goodness melting inside your mouth. Completely lifting the stress and the heavy weight on your shoulders.

“Alright, give me a minute to get ready” Beomgyu announced, and with that, a smile quickly formed on your lips after hearing him say those words. The cold that you were fighting to not shiver due to the time quickly vanished when he pressed a chaste kiss on top of your head before standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

Your eyes stayed at the bathroom door for some time before feeling a huge pang in your heart that woke you up completely. You knew that he was still tired from work and him attending his meetings and taking calls from all over the world that wishes to speak with him about pursuing a deal, a partnership that may not be needed but maybe in the future, yes, and yet, he still makes time for you. You’re so lucky to have him as your friend, your lover, and your other half.

Wiping the stray tear that fell down your cheek which you only laughed at after realizing that you’re having another mood swing. A minute ago you were happy, annoyed and now sadness came knocking you down, but what tickled your brain is that you’re lucky that you’re feeling this. You’re lucky because he made you feel this way. You waited for something to happen in your shadows, and he came in and he was worth every minute.

Standing up, you carefully walked out of the bedroom to head downstairs to the kitchen, thinking of waiting for him there. You turned on all of the lights and sat yourself up on the barstool when you heard the faint sound of a door opening and closing from the floor above. Looking over your shoulder, there, you could’ve sworn the ends of Beomgyu’s lips twitched up to a smile when he caught you staring at him.

Walking towards the kitchen with him rolling up the sleeves of his white sweatshirt up to his elbows, Beomgyu quietly clapped his hands as a signal that he was ready to do his job of baking your cravings. You chuckled when you watched him put on your pink apron that resides beside the counter as he tied the ribbon behind him properly. His overall look warmed up your cheeks, from the way his white sweatshirt and grey sweatpants looked good on him, but the pink apron hugging him as a shield completely drifted the intimidating aura that he always wore.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch me the whole time?” He asked, his honey-like voice filled with sweetness brushing your ears. He’s asking this because he might get distracted from the way your eyes never left him from the moment he set foot inside the kitchen.

“Yep” You announced, popping the letter ‘p’ on the end with a smile when Beomgyu nodded his head in defeat.

Starting the task, you watched him make the dough in the full process, his veiny hands continued kneading the dough to form that chewy texture that you love. The white flour was all over the place, on top of the counter where he mixed the main ingredient earlier with the chocolate chips. No words were spoken but you know that the two of you enjoyed these types of moments, where no one dared to talk and just found peace and serenity whenever one of you is around.

Looking over your shoulder, your gaze shifted to the wall clock on the wall for the time to speak up that it’s already 3 am in the morning. A yawn escaped your mouth unnoticeably from your but it did go noticeable to Beomgyu who now placed the tray of cookies inside the oven.

“You can go back up and I’ll just give these to you once it’s finished. You don’t have to stay with me here… you need to rest” Your husband cooed with his eyebrows pinching together in worry when you yawned again. You’re pregnant and it’s not healthy for you and the baby to stay up this late and yet, here you are keeping him company.

“I’ll wait-”

“Y/n” Beomgyu spoke under a serious tone for you to only notice how cold it was this time around.

“I can! And I will” You deadpanned, challenging the man across from you who now had his arms crossed around his chest, making the veins on his arms show more visibly from the action which you only avoided looking in an instant.

“Choi Y/n��

“Urghhh!” You groaned in defeat before standing up from your seat. Stomping your way around the kitchen to go near him or so he thought. Beomgyu watched in shock when you grabbed the mitt and opened the oven, taking the tray and completely ignoring his command. The oven already dinged which means that the cookies are now ready.

You pouted when the tray got taken away by his large hands looming over yours. Lips in a straight line as he looked down at your eyes. “Hey? What did I say?”

“I’m taking the cookies with me and I’ll leave the half to you”

“I’m fine, god why are you so stubborn?” Beomgyu sighed, carefully setting the tray on top of the kitchen counter to hold you in place. Both of his hands were now on your arms as he leaned down to talk to you.

“I’m sorry” You replied, avoiding his eyes by turning your head away.

“Hey… you can have them. I made them for you” He softly continued, forcing you to look back at him from the way he used the pads of his thumb to move your chin.

“They’re for you and for little Choi, okay? And I’m just worried because you’ve been tired the whole day and that you haven’t gotten enough rest due to this pregnancy because it’s been keeping you up all night, baby. But, always remember that I’m here, okay? I love you” You bit down your lip, feeling high above the clouds as you circled around the moon and back just for this man.

“Now, smile for me, show me that sweet smile that I love so much” Beomgyu whispered, urging you to deliver him that smile when he squeezed your arms gently.

You paused for a moment before giving him what he wants, your smile that grew wider after seeing the way his eyes shined from your simple move. You closed your eyes when he leaned closer, capturing your lips with a passionate kiss that he adored with the way you replied back. You felt him smiling through the kiss when you tried to catch his lips when he leaned back and then leaned closer to you again, clearly playing with you. Beomgyu was the first one to break the kiss, not wanting to hurt your neck from looking up just to capture his swollen lips when you surprisingly bit them a second ago.

Poking the inside of his cheek, Beomgyu shook his head to stop the other thoughts to take over his mind and just watched you circle around the kitchen to take your seat once again. A cookie on hand and there you drifted your attention to finishing the whole tray with your husband's warm gaze watching you like you’re not his world but his whole universe.

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ABCs (NSFW) - Scrooge (2022)

I’ve been inspired. Let’s just do it. Don’t look back.

THIS IS AN 18+ POST. MINORS DNI.

Post under cut.

So I’m going to be doing my headcanons for Scrooge, as well as my OC Constance (my 38-year-old divorced New York socialite turned counting house clerk.)

These HCs will be set off with the OC marker for those who prefer to skip them!

Alright, disclaimer done. Onward we go!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ebenezer can be kind of a stickler for cleanliness, haha. Whether it’s with towels and water or actually taking a bath after intimacy, he simply can’t rest until BOTH of you are clean. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll enjoy the afterglow for a little bit, especially when he’s coiled so tightly against someone he loves, but right as he realizes he’s about to get a little too sleepy is when he forces himself to clean up. Once that’s done, he’s yours for the rest of the night. Cuddles, snuggles and all.

He's also pretty fastidious about grooming (his hair, sideburns and skin are always washed and trimmed). He’s not exactly vain, but he’d a firm believer in maintaining appearances. If his partner is too tired after intimacy to tend to their own needs, he’s happy to assist with washing, hair brushing, massages, and lotioning.

OC: Constance is out. Like a light. She has been so sleepy that she had even fallen asleep in the bath one before, which Ebenezer found adorable if not a bit concerning.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This is niche but hear me out…hip dips.

He knows lots of women are self-conscious about them or even see hip dips as undesirable, and he has NO idea why. They’re perfect. His hands (or lips) fit so perfectly into the divots, the curves highlight the softness of his partner’s form so beautifully.

Also niche, but he also loves the slope of his partner’s cheekbone. Like, he adored the feel the contour when he presses his lips to their faces to decorate it with a loving smooch. Seeing the profile of his lover’s face silhouetted against the setting sun in golden hour…sigh. It makes his heart swell with eros.

OC: Constance loves Ebenezer’s chest! His strong sternum, the silver dusting of hair, his sculpted clavicle. Plus, he’s also pretty sensitive there. Once she finds this out, it is game over, so to speak. There are kisses, touches, and lovebites galore!

She also makes a habit of, when they are alone, giving his bum the occasional smack as she passes. At first, he would make the most surprised little squeaks. Then, she he grew to expect it, he’d catch her hands and playfully wrestle her back, or simply dart after her to get revenge. A win-win scenario, as far as she’s concerned.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

It takes some coaxing (heh) for Ebenezer to feel comfortable coming inside his partner if they are someone who can become pregnant. As is to be expected, pregnancy makes him…weary. Panicky, even.

For pleasure, he enjoys seeing his cum on his partner’s chest and near their mouth. However, as stated above, he can be a little finicky when it comes to cleanliness. If he comes on his partner, he’ll feel obligated to help you clean immediately (seriously, you’ll have to hold him down to stop him from abandoning his post, erm, so to speak).

OC: It’s Victorian England, after all, and sometimes men are not the most creative. She confides in Ebenezer that she’s always wanted to feel a man come against her clit right as she’s near orgasm. This takes a few tries to get right (the timing is quite precise) but once it happens…she is dripping and screaming and moaning in his arms like never before. Not only is she drenched in his cum, but she drenches him in her own ejaculate. He likes being covered in his partner’s fluids more than his own, and Constance’s reaction is so stunning that he vows to replicate it as often as he can for her.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

That cane isn’t just for show.

Okay, well, it is. Canes were a fashion statement at the time (and handy for those slippery cobblestones) but its an object of fantasy for him. He wouldn’t dream of beating his partner, but he sometimes has thoughts as he feels the polished wood against his gloved fingertips about what it would be like to ravish a lover with the handle of his cane, then use it on a stroll as if nothing ever happened. Even better if he can see the look on his lover’s face while he does so.

OC: As much as Ebenezer wants to keep his office a space only for his professional work, Constance can’t help but wonder what it would be like for him to throw her atop the polished wood and make passionate love to her there. It’s something she doesn’t think will ever happen (too risky), but hey, a girl can dream!

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

While abstinence was the norm at the time to avoid any premarital babies, I do think Ebenezer and Isabel were passionate enough about their love that they slept together at least once after their engagement. After she said yes, I think they would have been like giggly hooligans, rushing back to one of their flats for a loving yet inexperienced romp.

Ebenezer is a handsome man, and even if he hasn’t had other partner is the traditional sense, the man knows his stuff. He can kiss, knows where things are, what feels good, etc. That being said, his roster isn’t exactly jam-packed, but the experiences he has had have been meaningful.

OC: Constance was married for almost twenty years, and the marriage was consummated. She lost her virginity on her wedding night. Her ex-husband also made a habit of using his lovely wife’s body (a grope here, and kiss there) to seal deals, so she has had her fair share of partners, men and women.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Ahhh. Yes.

He says its missionary, but after a few trysts, he’s also quite partial to doggy style. He likes the accessibility of the pose, and the fact that his hands are free to roam and tease his partner’s body even as he’s pounding them into the mattress~

OC: Constance is down for anything, really. There aren’t many positions she won’t try. Cowgirl can be a little taxing because of her, um, top-heavy assets, but otherwise, it’s free real estate.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It’s Victorian England, so sex is seen as very serious. It’s a big deal. An occasion, and Ebenezer believes in treating it as such. He’s quite serious, especially at the start, constantly checking in on his partner, asking if they’re okay, if they like the pace, if he’s going too fast, if something is too hard, etc. Nevertheless, as sex becomes more frequent, he loosens up (heh). Meaning, he’s more willing to laugh off little mishaps or humorous moments. Like, perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to use the chandelier as an anchor of the hand-ties, and maybe adding some padding to the headboard would prevent further bumps and bruises.

OC: Constance is a goofball. She’s clumsy, and quick to laugh things off. The energy stays light around her, and if a mistake is made (she’s flipped off the bed more than a few times) she’s the first to burst out laughing at herself. This helps Ebenezer also loosen up a bit, seeing that she doesn’t hold him to stringent romantic standards.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Ebenezer is always trimmed, especially after getting into a relationship! Carpet and drapes match, though his pubic hair is darker and a little more dense than hair on other parts of his body. You can definitely tell he used to be a brunet.

OC: She used to shave her pubic area completely bare when she was with her ex-husband. After being with Ebenezer for the first time, he encourages her to do whatever she feels comfortable with. Sometimes she shaves herself clean, other times she plays it a little more loose. Depends on her mood!

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s a classic romantic, through and through. Once he’s in love, he goes all in. He believes that courtship doesn’t end at marriage, let alone in the bedroom.

In bed, Ebenezer prefers lovemaking to quickies or most casual sex. Coupling is an event, and even if things get heated and passionate as the evening goes on, the coupling always starts slow and sweet. Sweet kisses, maybe some wine, slow-dancing, soft grouping through the clothes.

Once they get to the bedroom, he takes great pleasure in foreplay. He wants to shower his love in kisses, peel back their clothes article by article, and even tease a little bit to see what he can get away with before his partner begs him for more. Spoiler alert: he’s always willing to give more.

OC: Constance is a newbie when it comes to romance. After all, she was married to one man, and this man didn’t exactly view her well or treat her softly. As such, Ebenezer’s wooing makes her a little nervous at first. Things move slow, to give the paranoia time to ebb. However, once she trusts him, even romantic gesture almost brings tears to her eyes. She’s so touched and so easy to spoil that even something as simple as bringing her breakfast in bed would render her speechless, as if she’s just been given a priceless diamond.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He used to resist the urge as much as possible, mainly out of guilt for driving the one woman he loved away, but even he needs to rub one out eventually. A few times a month, he’ll dedicate some hours to some satiating fantasies. This rate only increases once he’s in a relationship, as he actually begins to feel desire again after so many years of any emotion other than anger being so stunted.

OC: Constance loves to masturbate, but is sooo bad at it. Her hands just don’t move as well as other people’s fingers, or their tongues. She tells this to Ebenezer and he has a good, teasing laugh. (“Looks like you may need lessons. Shall I pencil you in for a weekly appointment? Or, do you need daily lessons?”)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

For Ebenezer, he’s very much into praise, both giving and receiving. Tell him that he’s doing a good job in bed, or that he’s looking particularly fetching in a certain outfit, and a pleasant hum will start to escape him. If you applaud his techniques in bed, you’re sure to be rewarded vastly for your kind words.

OC: Constance likes vocal sex. Like, being silent is not her thing. It makes her uneasy. As such, she encourages Ebenezer to moan or whimper or speak whatever is on his mind. She won’t force him if he feels uncomfortable, but if he doesn’t feel confident enough to do that, she’ll want to sit and have that discussion before any further moments of intimacy. (“I need to know you’ll tell me to stop if something doesn’t feel good, okay?”)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do?)

For Ebenezer, it’s his bedroom! It doesn’t seem creative, but with so many visitors coming in and out of the house after his Christmas eve visitation, he isn’t exactly keen on risking anybody getting an eyeful of him and his lover in any stage of flagrante delico.

Outside office hours, he’s also somewhat open to having relations in his office. However, it’s risky, as there are many windows. Being caught in the act isn’t something that turns him on, so these type of trysts are rare. However, when a moment of opportunity comes, he can become invested in the idea preeeetty quick. Plus, if his partner entices him a bit by reciprocating the urge, you will not find him complaining (if you can even see him once he’s down between your thighs).

Constance: Bedroom, or in the bath! She likes the intimacy of both spaces. Regardless of where they are, she wants to be pressed to Ebenezer fully and enjoy the lovely expanse of his body that he keeps hidden under all those wool layers.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Ebenezer is a sucker for innuendo. He’ll be the first to admit that his lack of romantic experience means that he can be a little dense when it comes to flirting. So, innuendo is a still teasing way for his partner to openly share what is on their mind without having to be awkwardly honest, haha.

Once someone starts with the sneaky comments or lingering touches, you bet it will not let up until the need is satisfied (literally. Often multiple times over.)

OC: Kissing. Constance loves being kissed. On the hand, lips, cheeks, other places...once someone’s lips are on hers, she’s addicted. She doesn’t understand couples who go entire sexual sessions without kissing. Like, it is unfathomable to her. She wants them smooches, gosh darnit!

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ebenezer will not physically or verbally abuse his partner. He can’t do it. Also anything non-con is absolutely off the table.

OC: Physical and verbal abuse. Also, anything non-con is off the table.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Ebenezer LOVES giving oral. Every aspect of it, from the taste of his lover to the way he can feel the ministrations of their writhing body against his, it all gets him so drunk with arousal. Unlike other men at the time, Ebenezer has little difficulty finding the clit, and his fingers are the perfect length for k-spot and g-spot stimulation. This, as expected, works wonders when paired with his skilled mouth. He also has great stamina when it comes to oral, and could go for hours.

OC: Constance enjoys oral the average amount, but prefers to give handjobs or use her tits to encase Ebenezer’s cock. She definitely has to teach Ebenezer how to properly 69, and what the appeal is. However, once she does, it’s probably the oral position she enjoys most. Also, Constance prefers the feeling of oral sex to penetrative sex.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Ebenezer starts slow and sensual, but picks up the pace FAST. It’s not uncommon for sex to begin with slow, hard thrust, but end with the headboard clapping against the wall and fingers clawing at the bedsheets in abandon.

OC: She tends to prefer rougher sex. Rougher, but not painful. She lights to buck her hips and feel her tits bounce, and even do some pegging once in a while. Fast and white-hot is her preference, especially if she’s turned on and ready to go. The most common pleas she’ll mutter in bed are “Faster, please!” or “Keep going!”

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Ebenezer does not like quickies, except in very specific situations. Like, if he and his lover have been apart for a while and they only have a moment of time together, that’s an exception. Otherwise, he doesn’t like to be rushed when it comes to these things. He wants to take his sweet time savoring his partner, and having a ticking clock leaning over his head kind of ruins that experience.

OC: Constance is neutral about them. Quickies get the job done, but as said before, she’s a talker and enjoys playful banter and teasing. Those tends to not be possible with quickies, where a lot of foreplay is disregarded. So, she’s very ‘meh’ about them. She’d rather just wait until they have time to actually have a quality experience together.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Ebenezer doesn’t see sex as the prime time for risk-taking, haha. He doesn’t even like to take gambles with his money, let alone people (especially post-Visitation.) That being said, he could be talked into an after-hours office romp, but anything else would rattle his nerves too much to be enjoyable. As far as kinks or toys, he’s willing to experiment with things his partner likes as long as it doesn’t involve pain or questionable consent.

OC: It depends! She’s okay with risks like trying a new position, or experimenting with different restraints or things like that. When it comes to kinks and toys, she’s faaaar more open than the average person at the time. However, she doesn’t need experimenting or risk-taking to get a thrill out of sex. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Ebenezer has above average stamina and, as mentioned before, is pretty virile. As we learned from his time with Jacob, he’s also eager to please, and that continues into the bedroom.

He can go daily for a few days in a row, or a couple nights a week. He’s also good for at least two orgasms before his refractory period gets a little longer or he gets sleepy and needs a power nap to rally himself. (“Easy, dear. I’m not exactly a teenager anymore.”)

OC: Connie loves multiple orgasms, and usually enjoys up to four before she starts to get a little too tingly and over-sensitive. When that happens, she usually switches to pleasing Ebenezer through oral or other means. She has great stamina, and will go until her partner is completely satisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Ebenezer does not, haha. He’s a little intimidated by the prospect, or perhaps he views them as unnecessary? Either way, his curiosity definitely opens up once he’s in a relationship. It takes some coaxing to admit it, but once he does, he is great at staying open-minded.

OC: Constance has dabbled with toys, mainly dildos and anal plus. Also, she has a strop-on for pegging, which Ebenezer does learn that he…actually enjoys once he gives it a chance. (He may know about female anatomy, but prostate stimulation is a new one.) He finds the swapping of the traditional roles quite exciting, and while he’s not always up for using toys, he has a new appreciation for them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ebenezer finds glee in teasing his partner, especially when they’re finally alone and he can cut loose. Being a proper London gentleman all the time can be downright stifling, and few things get hm more excited them being able to finally whisper those sweet seductive nothings in his lover’s ear after the end of a long day. Despite not having much experience, Ebenezer is fantastic at dirty talk, and loves to use the deep timbre of his voice to pleasure his partner and ply them with all the honeyed words they want to hear.

By the time he’s done, legs are usually open and trousers are unzipped.

OC: She has been known to go without a breastband, corset or smalls to tease Ebenezer, and she makes absolutely certain he’s aware of the lack of barrier. She gets an even bigger thrill out of it in public, enjoying it so much when she catches Ebenezer staring at her hardened nipples or the way her dress hugs the curve of her ass. It also activated his protective side a bit, causing him to pull her close or share his coat with her.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Ebenezer is not only very vocal, but he’s loud to boot. He’s embarrassed about it at first, but he seriously can’t help himself. He gets easily swept up in the moment and has a hard time controlling the platitudes that drop from his lips. Plus, if he’s being dominated or being ridden, he’s even more noisy about his…appreciation for the pleasure he’s receiving. Perhaps investing in a gag is a good option. It would look delightful on him, after all.

OC: Constance is also loud. Banter, dirty talk, moaning, give it all to her, haha! Unlike Ebenezer’s whimpers, she tends to giggle or, when very overwhelmed, can even cry. Keep tissues on hand, just in case.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Ebenezer really wants to try window sex, but it’s so risky and there is never a good opportunity. However, the thought of his love pushed against the glass, trapped between the icy surface and heat of his body…it gets him riled up. He’s definitely rubbed one out to those thoughts, especially on cold winter nights when the windows are frosty and opaque.

OC: It’s totally unrealistic, but she would love to see her ex-husband get cucked. Like, he’s forced to watch while Scrooge ravishes her in ways he never could. She realizes it’s impossible and so twisted to think such a thing, but it’s a secret fantasy she sometimes returns to entertain while everyone else in the house is asleep.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Ebenezer is a grower, so to speak. His length is about four inches flaccid, but once he’s inside his partner, it’s not uncommon for him to grow a noticeable few inches once he starts thrusting and finds a good rhythm. His girth is also average, and he’s uncircumcised.

OC: Her cheeks flush apricot when she blushes, so her nipples, vulva and other intimate areas are more brown than they are sugary, bubblegum pink. She has many scars from hears of past abuse, including at the apex of her legs and along her lower back. She’s extremely self-conscious of them, so when they’re in bed, Ebenezer takes care to always give those lovely area a few extra moment of worship from his hands and lips.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Ebenezer is quite virile for his age and has a lot of oats to sow to make up for lost time. As such, he’s usually pretty down for sex multiple times a week. Daily sex is probably too much (maybe at the start of the intimate part of the relationship during the exciting exploration phase), but as he falls into a more comfortable routine, it’s safe to say that while the couplings may lessen to a more normal pace, the quality of these sessions is magnified by the increased knowledge of what turn’s his partner on.

OC: Constance can go a couple times a week, but usually needs at least three to four orgasms before she’s completely satiated. If she’s had a stressful day, her sex drive will be absolutely non-existent, and she’ll just want lots of hugs.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As soon as he and his partner are all cleaned up, he is out! It doesn’t matter what time of day it is, if he’s just had sex or even masturbated, he needs a power nap afterwards to recover his energy. He falls asleep so quickly that sometimes he’ll forget to put on (or remove) the necessary clothes for napping.

If he and his lover have a quickie that doesn’t allow them to undress, sometimes he’ll even nod off in his coat and shoes (resulting in his partner happily helping to remove them for comfort. Silly man.)

OC: Also out like a light. Woman loves her sleep and will not lose it. Also, lots of cuddles. She likes to snuggle something; blankets, pillows, her lover’s arm, you name it.

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amazonsecho123 · 1 year

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Y/n always found herself to be a person that kept to herself and the very few friends that she had ever since she was just a kid. Once college came around she started yearning for a new start. While she didn’t want to completely change herself into someone she was not, she definitely wanted to start taking risks and leaving the bubble she created so long ago. This included making new friends, going out more and maybe even starting to date a few guys. Except there was a problem with the last one.

Y/n had the absolute biggest crush on Eren Jeager ever since she met him in 5th grade. She tried to convince herself it was just a dumb elementary crush, but it never went away. Of course he wasn’t only incredibly attractive but he was also one of the most loyal people she had ever met. He would walk her home when it was getting dark and even let her borrow his sweater when she was cold and dumb enough to not bring a coat. It was all of these things that made those feelings stay for all those years. And of course it was the fact he was head over heels for Mikasa Ackerman. Y/n could tell just how much they liked each other from how they simply looked at one another. While they always try to act like they were nothing but friends, any outsider could tell it’s the absolute opposite. So when the opportunity for Y/n to finally take part in the college experience came, she took it. It started with the new friend she had made in her 10am class on Tuesday. Her name was Sasha Braus and she was the funniest person ever as well as just being incredibly sweet. The two exchanged numbers and had been texting non stop as well as face-timing whenever either one needed help with the class they shared.

“Wait, what are you gonna wear?” asked Y/n pausing while doing her make up to stare at her phone that was currently showing the ceiling of Sasha’s room.

“I don’t know something slutty I’m tryna get all the bitches,” Sasha responded in all seriousness causing Y/n to laugh out loud.

“And you better wear something slutty too, I wanna see you making out with 5 different guys tonight so you can finally stop talking about that little boy,” Sasha showed just how tired she was of hearing about Eren Jeager and his beautiful face. Since Sasha had been such a easy going person Y/n found herself opening up super quick which was rare. But not once did she regret it either because even though Sasha was always joking around she was always there for Y/n too.

“Bet.”

Upon arriving to the party Y/N felt uneasy but excited at the same time. She had never wore something so provocative before so it was definitely something. She wore a dark blue corset the hugged her curves perfectly and black leather jeans that flared at the bottom. Topped with gold jewelry and her pin straight hair that she spent what felt like years ironing. There were so many people it was quite difficult to walk around so Sasha held her hand to lead her to the friends she had been talking about introducing her to. After bumping into more people she can count and apologizing even more, the two girls found their destination.

“Jean! Connie!” Sasha yelled. While the two girls started to get closer and closer Y/N started to analyze the two guys that had turned to look at them, automatically assuming they were Jean and Connie. The one that looked to already be kind of drunk and also reminded her strangely of Sasha, had a buzz cut and big eyes. He was a few inches taller than herself and gave off friendly vibes. The other guy looked like he was sculpted by Gods. He had a mullet and was towering over almost everyone there and his eyes were a golden brown Y/N could say she has never before seen. As Sasha begins conversing with the two guys their eyes eventually shift to Y/N.

“Oh shit, guys this is Y/N you know the girl I told you guys about,” Sasha says excitedly. Y/N smiles warmly and sticks her hand out to greet to two. The two boys gladly take her hand and subtly check her out at the same time. This of course not going unseen by Sasha who stares at them warningly.

“It nice to meet you guys,” Y/N smiles.

“Nice to meet you too.”

“Pleasures all mine.”

The two guys look at each other as if telepathically communicating to each other ‘she’s hot’.

The group of four conversed for some time Y/n fitting right into the chaotic energy they all had when together. It felt nice to finally feel like she belonged somewhere and she really could just spend the rest of her night talking to them if she had the chance. Except Sasha being the party person she id wouldn’t allow that to happen.

“I want something to drink,” Sasha whined. Jean being the gentleman he is offered to go get them but not before asking for company.

“You’re new around here right? Come I’ll show you around,” Jean said as he leaned down in order for Y/n to hear him. Y/n’s knees almost buckled right there and then but she stayed strong and simply smiled nodding her head and letting Jean guide her.

“Ughhh how is he so fast with it bro,” Connie sulked, earning a confused glance from Sasha. Realization soon flooded through her and she was quick to smack Connie right upside the head, causing the two to bicker like usual.

#aot #eren x y/n

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Even If You Don't Mean It - Part Three

Summary: Your reunion with Sy is just as passionate you hoped it would be, but things start to become strained when you suspect he isn't being honest with you.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 10.5k

Warnings:

Series Warnings:

Smut including oral sex (m and f receiving), hand job, fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, dirty talking, implied masturbation (m and f), showering together, slight praise kink, anal play (f receiving), mentions of PTSD, descriptions of PTSD, mentions of war, angst, fluff.

Part Three Warnings:

Smut including fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, intimate touching, showering together, dirty talk, slight praise kink, discussion of PTSD, insomnia, illusions to war, angst, fluff.

Authors Note:

Thanks once again to my wonderful friends and beta readers @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed . Your constant support and friendship means the world to me.

A massive thank you to @radiantheartbeat for editing you have truely lifted my writing and inspired me to be better. It has meant the world to me and I have enjoyed getting to know you through the process as well. Everyone, if you want some more great Henry content, please check out her blog here . You won’t be disappointed.

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Sighing contentedly, you put your hand on his still panting chest and run your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. It curls slightly around your fingers, and you like the way your feminine hand looks against his masculine chest. Slowly, his breathing evens out and he takes long, deep breaths.

“I could stay like this all day,” Sy says, wistfully, and you hum to let him know you agree, “But, I should take a shower.”

“I don’t mind if you’re a little sweaty,” You kiss the still humid skin on his neck to prove it, “Your cuddles are nice.”

Sy’s head is tucked deep into your neck, his breath is hot and harsh against your cooling skin. He’s mostly still, but occasionally his lips sweep over your skin so lightly that it could barely be called a kiss. When you hear him exhale with a moan, you quickly realise that he’s not actually kissing you; he’s yawning.

Sitting up straight, you catch him in the act, with his bearded mouth wide and his nose all scrunched up, looking as tired as a Grizzly bear ready to hibernate.

“You’re tired!” you utter, as your fingers dive into his beard. You still can’t tell if you like his facial hair. His ruggedness, an obvious display of machismo, is definitely a turn on and it feels so much better than you thought it would. On the other hand, you miss seeing his perfectly sculpted jaw and his dimpled chin. The beard makes him look older too, and no one except old men wear beards anymore. Maybe he’d look good with a goatee, lots of guys were wearing those recently.

“No, just getting used to the time zones again, that’s all.”

“What time did you get to bed last night?”

“Baby, I’m fine,” Sy insists.

You consider arguing the point. You know how little sleep you got last night, and you assume Sy would have experienced something similar, not to mention the travelling he’d done all day. His eyes are a little red around the edges and he’s blinking a lot. He reminds you of a kid who’s trying to stay up to see Santa Clause, barely able to keep their eyes open, but insistent on not missing out.

“You want to take that shower now, Chewbacca?” you ask, giving Sy’s beard a little tug. You climb off his tree trunk like thighs and collect your discarded clothes.

Sy stands, following you, and grabs hold of your hand with a raised eyebrow, “You don’t like it?” he asks, bringing your hand to his chin and rubbing his whiskers on your palm. It tickles and you squirm. Smirking, he adds, “I didn’t hear any complaints earlier.”

Playfully you jerk your hand away with a giggle, “I’m not used to it is all. Never even kissed a guy with a beard before, let alone…” your face feels like it's on fire and your ears burn, “the other thing.” Now that your blood has cooled, so has your confidence.

Sy keeps smirking as he gives you an amused look and bends to pick up his clothes, “Never been eaten out by a guy with a beard?”

Oh God! A jolt of energy tingles your spine and your core clenches. Shit, just hearing him say those words gets you worked up again.

You shake your head, “Never,” you say softly.

“You liked it though, didn't ya?” Sy’s smirk turns to a full grin, and his cheeks crease into dimples just above his beard. His eyes no longer seem tired, instead they shine with roguish intent, “It’s alright, baby, you can tell me. It’ll be our li’l secret.”

You bite your lip. He is such a flirt, how had he hidden this side of himself all this time? Turning away from him you make your way down the short hallway.

“Of course I liked it,” you say a little shyly, glancing behind you to make sure Sy is following, “You know I did! You just want to hear me say it, don’t you?”

“I ain’t gonna deny that, I like hearin’ you say you enjoyed it. ‘Specially in that voice of yours,” Sy’s voice grows raspy, and his register lowers as he speaks. You feel his body behind yours as he wraps an arm around your belly and growls into your ear, “Listenin’ to you moan my name— shit, you could make a man lose his damn mind, ya know that Sugar?”

Lose his mind? If that’s the case, you aren’t going to be far behind. One turn of phrase and he can melt you. It’s been a long time since a man has had that effect on you and the only thing that stops you from being embarrassed is that it’s obvious you have a similar effect on him.

“Give me your clothes,” you say with a warble in your voice.

Sy passes you his bundle and taking his bag from the hallway, you open the door to your room.

“My bedroom,” you tell Sy. His lips seem to grow tight into a line as he sticks his head through the door while you drop his clothes and his bag on the bed.

“You ok?” you ask him as you reenter the hall.

Sy eyes you up and down as he draws his lower lip into his mouth. Whatever the look he had on his face a few seconds ago was gone, replaced by a lusty grin.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” he says lewdly.

Fuck. It didn't cross your mind that without the bundle of clothes to hide behind you are completely naked. You have a sudden urge to cover up despite it being completely ridiculous, he’s already seen you naked and is about to get into the shower with you. But context is everything, and casually standing naked in the hallway feels different and so much more bold.

Fighting the urge to run and hide, you try to draw out the confidence you had not fifteen minutes earlier, and you stand still for a moment to let him look. He looks at you for a long time, his eyes slowly sliding down your body, as he takes a small step closer to you. For the first time you take in his whole naked form; he is magnificent. To you, he is masculinity manifest; the powerful muscular frame, the sheer size of him, and the hair covering his body that seems to be so perfectly manicured. You can’t stop your gaze from going lower to the thicket of curly hair and the leviathan that lay there, unhidden.

Imitating Sy’s reaction, you bite your lip at the sight of him. He’s not soft, but not entirely hard and he points to the floor. His length isn't much different from when he is hard, but he gets so much thicker. You know, when that moment arrives, he’s going to fill you up and stretch you wide. You think about grabbing his hand and taking him to your bedroom instead of the bathroom, but Sy takes another step closer and rests his hand on your cheek.

“I thought you were shy or something,” Sy says, moving his thumb slowly over the apple of your cheek. You must have looked confused because he continues, “You were reluctant that one time we talked about sex on the phone. I thought you were nervous about it, or really inexperienced.”

“Are you… disappointed?”

“Are you crazy?” Sy says quickly, and you can’t help but laugh. “Don’t you know…”

Sy stops mid sentence, his brows draw low, and his tongue works over his teeth as he begins to feel you. His palms rub over your body, occasionally stopping at random spots, squeezing you there, sometimes getting a handful of flesh, sometimes bone. His eyes follow the path of his hands until he sighs with a smile and looks at you.

“You are so fuckin’ gorgeous,” Sy shakes his head, “Remember the night we met?”

You nod, “At The Baron.”

“Yeah. The second you walked in, the whole bar got quiet. It made me—”

Sy’s jaw juts out, and he holds it there a moment as he seems to stare at nothing over your shoulder. You cover his hand with yours and his face relaxes a little as you slide your hand over his forearm. He smiles a little at you, but his eyes still seem distant.

“I remember turnin’ in my chair and watchin’ you, tryin’ to get it straight in my mind what a girl like you would be doin’ in a place like The Baron.”

You laugh and go to the small closet next to the bathroom to pull out a couple of washcloths and a spare towel for Sy.

“Pre-gaming,” you tell him with a grin. He looks surprised and you shrug, “One of my friends is dating the manager, he gives us cheap drinks.”

Sy narrows his eyes, “You ain’t still goin’ there, are you?”

“Sometimes.”

Sy gives you a long, hard look with raised eyebrows, then shakes his head.

“What?”

“It’s a rough bar,” he says, “It ain’t safe.”

You wait for him to tell you not to go there anymore, but he doesn’t, and even though you can tell he wants to, he bites his tongue. There is something reassuring about the way he suggests his displeasure at the thought of you going to that bar, but restrains himself from forbidding your actions. He seems to respect your autonomy and trusts in your ability to make decisions for yourself. These little parts of him that you’re discovering are only serving to increase your attraction to him. You pull on his neck, and give him a quick kiss to let him know you approve.

“Bathroom,” you say, indicating the next door in the hall. Sy points at it and you nod, waiting for him to go in before you follow, using the towels to hide behind, “I met you at The Baron,” you point out, bringing the conversation back to the first night you met as you pass him a washcloth.

Sy grins, his cheeks crease into dimples that peek out from just above his beard. He takes the cloth and draws you into his arms, “And look where we’ve ended up.”

“As if this isn’t where you wanted to be that night.”

“Course it is,” Sy’s voice drops low again, becoming softer and deeper, “Same with every other man there that night. You were otherworldly in that bar, Sugar. As out of place as a thoroughbred ploughin’ a field,'' Sy breathes in a little shakily, as if he’s reliving the moment. His voice is husky when he speaks again, “Then you smiled in my direction… and it was like a punch that knocked the wind out of me. You were so beautiful, baby, I couldn’t breathe.”

Goosebumps break over you as your body warms and your skin stays cool. Had he really thought that? He had never indicated he felt that way before. You think back to your date. He hadn’t been anything like he was today. Yeah, his kisses had been amazing, full of passion and desire but he’d also been very respectful. He barely touched you anywhere below your shoulders, his hands only occasionally wandering to your hip.

“So,” you lick your lips, unsure if you should ask the question that’s plagued you for over a year, “Why didn’t you ask me out again?”

Sy doesn’t answer for a while, not because he’s ignoring you or trying to come up with a lie, he just seems to be thinking, wanting to make sure his words are appropriate. It strikes you suddenly that this must be how he looked when he was quiet on the phone.

“I was given my orders a couple of days after I took you out.”

That isn’t a surprise. You thought he would have been given more notice than the week before, which is when he told you he was leaving.

“I thought,” he smiles briefly, “incorrectly, that if I didn’t see you again, it’d be easier on me. I couldn’t ask ya to wait for me, not after just one date. And a girl like you wasn't gonna be single for long. I figured by the time I got back, you’d be seein’ someone else. Thought if I kept my distance and didn’t start anythin’…”

Sy steps back and runs a hand over his short hair, as if he is signalling he was done speaking. You wait a while to make sure before you speak.

“I thought you weren’t interested,” you say.

Sy looks at you shaking his head, “How on God’s green earth did ya get that idea?”

You shrug, “Look at it from my perspective. You hit on me at the bar. You get my number. You call me the next day, and take me out the following weekend. We had a great time, then we came back here and…well…”

Sy grins, “I thought that was makin’ it clear I was interested.”

“It was,” you say slowly before sighing heavily, “Then you didn't ask me out again, and that pretty much told me I wasn't going to hear from you anymore.”

Sy takes your hand in his, lifting it palm up and kissing it. His nose hovers above your wrist and he inhales deeply through his nose. He growls playfully and nips at your fingers, “God dammit, woman. This perfume of yours, what’s it called? I’m gonna buy you a lifetime supply so you never stop wearin’ it.”

Though he’s obviously trying to distract you, he’s so skillfully charming you can’t help but giggle. “Quit it, Sy!”

Sy gives your finger one more bite before he stops, but he keeps hold of your hand. He’s smiling widely, as broadly and mischievously as a school boy. He’s so attractive, but when he smiles like that, he’s dazzling; it's so stunning you forget what you were talking about before he became playful. Dazed, you turn on the shower one handed, unwilling to let him go and unsure if he would release you anyway.

Despite your small apartment, your shower is spacious, obviously designed for couples and it accommodates you both with ease. However, it turns out you don’t need much space; Sy locks his arms around you, guiding your bodies so each of you has a shoulder under the spray. You lay your heads against each other and for a while that's how you stay, wrapped in each other’s arms, the embrace as warm as the sultry, soothing water.

When you lift your head, Sy has a small smile on his lips and he leans into you, nudging his nose against yours as his beard caresses your skin. Then his lips stroke yours softly and your eyes slide closed as the sensation of his kiss makes you float away.

“I fucked up, baby. I never meant for you to feel like I'd lost interest in you,” he says. It takes you a minute to remember what he is apologising for, “I thought walkin’ away early would keep you from gettin’ hurt too.”

“So why did you call a couple of months later then?”

Sy laughed ruefully, “’Cause I’m an asshole.”

You shake your head at him with a soft chuckle.

“It’s true. I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you. I thought about ya so much that I couldn’t remember what I used to think about before I met you.”

If that wasn't one of the most romantic things you had ever heard, and he just said it like it was no big deal. There wasn't any emphasis or stressing the point that he was trying to be romantic. He said it like it was a fact, which only increased its impact. You’re stunned into silence, not quite understanding how Sy can be so nonchalant when he makes these little declarations of his affection for you.

Sy doesn’t seem to be expecting a reply and he guides your head to his shoulder again. With a deep, satisfied sigh, you lean into him and wrap your arms around his waist. Slowly he sways with you, a gentle rock back and forth that is just shy of dancing.

“This is nice,” you whisper, making your voice just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the spray echoing through the room. Sy hums in agreement.

“Can I wash you, Sy?” you boldly ask.

Sy has said that you’re responsive, but he really should see himself right now. His lips part as he breathes harder, and a soft flush blooms over his cheeks. Most telling though, is the feel of his cock as it jerks against your belly. He nods slowly in response.

Lathering the washcloth, you start with Sy’s chest, the dark, coarse hair suds up quickly as you sweep the cloth over his body. You wash his neck, his wide, sloped shoulders, and his thick, brawny arms, and then his taut stomach. At first, he is stiff and still, moving only his eyes as he tracks the path of your hand. Then he starts to breathe, deeper and longer, and moves his body beneath your touch, helping you by turning slightly and lifting his arms.

You gesture for him to face the other way and you wash his back, laying a chaste kiss against his spine. He’s smooth to touch and warm against your lips as you kiss between his shoulder blades. He leans into the cloth as you scrub a little harder, and makes a growl of pleasure. His skin is pale on his chest and back while his neck and arms are deeply tanned. You inventory the small scars and his perfect imperfections, trying to commit them to memory. Once again, you’re struck by how phenomenal his body is, how hulking and bullish. He looks so powerful, strong, raw, and so fucking masculine. Though you love the tender way he touches you, part of you wants to know what it would be like to feel his strength, to feel helpless in his arms, to be completely and utterly overpowered by him.

“Hmm, that's good,” Sy hums.

“Yeah?” Pressing your body against his back, you bring the soapy cloth over his ass and thighs.

“Yeah,” Sy confirms throatily.

Wrapping your arms around him, you reach between his legs, “And this?”

“Fuck!” Throwing an arm out against the tiled wall, his hips roll as your cloth covered hand moves over his now fully erect cock. You feel his hand cover yours and he guides your movements over his sex in quick, gestures.

Sy turns around swiftly and takes the cloth from your hand. You don’t understand, he seemed to be enjoying your touch and he was as hard as steel in your hand, but he pulled himself away.

Your confusion is short lived as he lathers the other washcloth and grins at you wolfishly, “My turn.”

Sy waits for you to nod before he turns you, laying his hand flat over your belly he gathers you close as he starts to wash. He leans his chin on your shoulder and watches as his hand moves over your breasts, slippery, but pleasantly rough, and your nipples harden in seconds under his languidly sensual touch.

He kisses your neck, softly and gently, dulcetly humming into your skin. Sy is so hard where he presses into you, just the feel of him makes your core throb maddingly. You ache to move and a near desperation fills you to do so, and soon you find yourself rubbing your body against his cock trying to entice him for more.

“Shh, baby. Easy,” Sy drawls in your ear.

Holy fuck. His voice is so gravelly, so coarse; and the commanding way he stills your movements by placing a firm hand on your hip, it makes you feel boneless, and your knees almost give way. Your fingers clutch at his forearm, gripping tight to hold yourself upright.

“I’m not fuckin’ you in here,” Sy tells you, then chuckles softly as you whine, “We’re just gonna wash.”

At first he is true to his word as he moves the cloth over your arms, shoulders and breasts again. Then he drops all pretence and the washcloth, which makes a splash as it falls to the tiles. His soapy hands are all over you, gliding over your skin as he teases your neck with soft brushes of his lips, his warm breath, and the constant rumble in his throat. Using his foot, he edges your feet apart and washes you gently between your legs. It’s arousing and erotic. Your body burns, but strangely your eyelids grow heavy and you lay your head against Sy’s shoulder. He hums and presses a tender kiss against your temple.

“Good girl,” Sy murmurs into your ear, “Hmm, you’re so soft.”

“You keep saying that.”

“‘Cause I keep thinkin’ it,” Sy says, “Your skin is soft, your lips are soft, your mouth is soft, and dear God your pussy,” he groans, pressing his swollen cock against you, “It's like smooth, wet, hot silk.”

You close your eyes and let your arms fall lazily at your sides, opening your body up completely for Sy, silently inviting him to take his fill. You’re well and truly clean, there’s no soap left but Sy keeps touching you, his hands moving over you with the same easy confidence he’d had earlier. You think he’s going to forget what he said about fucking you as his fingers graze teasingly over your now slick and swollen pussy.

Instead he sighs and wraps his arms around yours, effectively trapping you beneath his arms as his hands cover your breasts. He doesn’t caress you or squeeze you, he just seems content in holding you. Slowly the blazing heat he built up in you reduces to a manageable smoulder. He kisses your neck a few more times, short chaste brushes of his lips before he sighs again.

“We should get out,” Sy grumbles with obvious regret.

You don’t want to get out either, but you don’t stop him as he leaves the shower while you shut off the water. When you turn around he's holding your towel and as you step out of the cubicle he lifts it over your head and places it around your shoulders. He hums and kisses your forehead before wrapping his own towel around his waist.

“Thank you,” you say.

Sy smiles in acknowledgement and follows you to the bedroom. He ogles you as you dry off, his cock is still stiff and you pretend not to notice. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him too. More than seeing him naked, watching him towel off is strangely erotic and intimate.

A sudden longing fills you as you realise that this piece of domesticity could become normal if this thing between you and Sy can last. This yearning, for him to be with you day and night, and for him to be at home with you, it feels like he’s holding your heart on a string and each moment you’re together he tugs you closer and closer.

“Which side do you want to sleep on?” you ask, pulling on your robe. You don’t bother with underwear because you hope you won’t stay dressed long enough to need them. Sy has put on a pair of track pants with a wife beater and he looks at your bed irritably as he gnaws on his bottom lip.

“Huh?” Sy looks at you, his eyes a little wild as they dart around the room then back to the bed. He rubs a hand over his short hair, “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

Your heart sinks. What the hell happened in the space of a few minutes? “Why not?” you ask tersely.

“Bed’s too small.” His voice is cold and distant.

Scrunching your face up, you look at your bed. It doesn’t look too small to you. Sure, Sy is a big guy, but you had also figured there would be quite a bit of snuggling, and you certainly don’t need a lot of room for that. Besides, aren’t army beds small?

“It’s a queen,” you tell Sy, trying to refute his argument.

He grunts as you come closer, “It’s too soft,” he mumbles and you can barely hear him.

“Sy, if you don't want to spend the night with me, you don't have to make up excuses,” Although you try to bite back your agitation, it carries in your voice and Sy picks it up easily.

“That’s fucking bullshit, Sugar, and you know it,” Sy barks, his harsh tone reflecting your annoyance. He’s never spoken to you like that before and it makes you take a step back. His eyes widen as he realises how he sounded and he tempers his expression, “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry. I…” he cuts himself off, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Something is wrong. He was allusive earlier when you had asked if he was spending the night, and you recalled that he had a similar attitude on the phone when you talked about sleeping together. At the time, you had thought it was because he wasn’t sure how far you were willing to go with him and he hadn’t wanted to pressure you, but now it all seemed suspect. Surely, he knew that you wanted to have sex at some point tonight, especially if you slept in the same bed; there was far too much sexual tension between you for it not to happen.

“I do wanna stay with you,” Sy says, drawing you into an embrace, “You gotta know I want nothing more in this world than to wake up with you in my arms.”

“Then why are you making such a big issue out of it?”

“It’s nothin’, baby… I’m just…” Sy grins at you, “I’m hungry.”

You aren't sure if you believe him. The smile on his face doesn't quite reach his eyes and it leaves you feeling on edge. There's something he’s not telling you, and the fact that he isn’t being open with you makes you wonder if he’s ever been honest with you at all. You return his smile with a disingenuous one of your own while your mind furiously tries to decide if you should call him out on the suspected insincerity.

You let it go, hoping that you’re just reading too much into things, “Come on then. I’ll cook you dinner.”

In the kitchen, you give Sy a beer and tell him to have a seat while you prepare dinner. He seems more relaxed now as he sits at the island bench watching you with a more genuine half-smile as you gather your utensils. Maybe he really isn't hiding anything. Shaking off your doubts, you concentrate on preparing the meal.

“We could order in if ya want,” Sy says, “I do owe you a few dinners.”

“When was the last time you had a home cooked meal with fresh food?”

“It’s been a while,” Sy admits.

“So, let me cook for you. I cook for myself, it’s not that much more to cook for you too.”

“Okay,” Sy agrees, “The offer is there though, maybe tomorrow night?”

His words make you pause momentarily as you reach for a head of lettuce in the crisper drawer. After the conversation you just had in the bedroom, his plan to see you again tomorrow seems odd. If he doesn’t want to spend the night, but still wants to see you tomorrow, why not just stay?

You continue gathering the ingredients, trying to push away the nagging uncertainties. It isn't much, just a couple of steaks and a salad but Sy’s eyes grow wide at the sight of the two beef ribeyes on the plate. You silently congratulate yourself as he stares at the food and licks his lips. Then you stifle a giggle as you realise that, sometimes, he really does look at you like you’re something to eat. Maybe that should upset you, but it doesn’t. Maybe there isn’t anything to worry about, maybe he just likes sleeping alone.

There are so many unanswered questions in your mind, you’re relieved when they dissipate as you immerse yourself in the meal prep. Sy seems content to watch you, barely making any conversation until you ask him how he likes his steak cooked.

“Medium rare,” he says, “Cooked on the outside, a little bloody in the centre.”

“You’re a man after my own heart,” you agree.

“Yes ma’am,” Sy says with a roguish grin, “Among other things,” He winks at you, well he tries to, but it’s more of an exaggerated blink.

Pressing your lips together, you hold in your laugh, feeling your face heat with the effort.

“You laughin’ at me, darlin’?” Sy asks, playfully.

You shake your head still avoiding looking at him, but he moves his head into your line of sight still wearing the same puckish smirk and you release your laughter with an embarrassing bark.

The moment of light-heartedness breaks the tension between you and you both begin to talk about what foods you like, the conversation flowing as easily as it had on the phone. You feel relieved, in the back of your mind there has always been the worry that perhaps your relationship wouldn’t be the same in person; or worse, that once sex was introduced, the friendly ease you had with each other would disappear. Of course, you are attracted to Sy and it's what made you agree to a date with him all those months ago, but it was your conversations that convinced you there was the potential for more.

Watching Sy eat was a joy unto itself. You had only ever cooked for a couple of men and none of them seemed to eat with the level of gusto he was exhibiting now. You marvel at how he could be so quick but also maintain his manners. It was like he inhaled the food rather than chewed it and he sat back nursing a second beer while you finished eating.

“Want to watch the movie?’ you ask when you are done. You look at Sy and see him staring at you, or rather through you, “Sy?”

“Sorry,” Sy says with a start. He sniffs and seems to give himself a shake, “I was… somewhere else there for a minute.”

“You alright?” you ask and it suddenly dawns on you what his problem could be. The phone calls when he was too quiet, the worry about sleeping, how distracted and far away he looked sometimes, he reminded you a little of your father, “We don't have to, we could watch something else, or we could just talk?” Please talk to me Sy, you want to add, but bite your tongue. If his problem is what you think it is, he’s probably not going to discuss it easily.

“We’ve talked a lot,” Sy says, “About everythin’, and nothin’,” he puts a hand on your face and his thumb caresses the apple of your cheek, “How is it we still find things to say?”

You shrug, “There’s still so much that I don't know about you.”

“You know me, Sugar. You may not know all the details, but you know me.”

“Details are important, Sy.”

He grunts and drops his hand. He leans back in his chair and crosses his legs, resting an ankle on his knee, “What kind of details are you lookin’ for?”

“I don’t know,” you say slowly. His guard has gone up again, even his eyes are narrowed and full of suspicion.

He nods and frowns slightly, looking at you with raised brows, “Are you talkin’ about my tour?”

Jesus, he’s blunt. You try not to shift uncomfortably under the weight of his stare. He does not look impressed, “I mean if something’s weighing on your mind… if something’s bothering you…” You trail off as his eyes darken.

“You don’t wanna know about that shit,” He shakes his head and folds his arms across his broad chest, “I thought you’d understand that… you more than most.”

“Because of my Dad and brother?”

“Yeah. How much do you know about what goes on over there?”

Your throat feels dry and you reach for your wine, gulping it down hard and filling the glass again, “More than you’d think.”

Sy looks surprised, “Your Dad told you stories?”

“He didn’t have to tell us. He used to scream during the night,” you say, keeping your tone low, “One time he actually got me and my brother out of bed and had us in the car before Mom found us and redirected him back to bed. He was asleep with his eyes open. He’d even responded to questions.”

Sy grunts but makes no comment.

“I didn’t know at the time what was going on, but… I know now,” You inhale sharply; just revisiting that night in your mind feels like reliving the trauma, and you can’t imagine how the men in your life lived through the real thing, night after night, “I’m not telling you about my father because I understand what you might be going through, because I don’t, and I know that. I only know that he had to talk about it.”

Sy’s chest starts to heave, and he looks away from you, his jaw juts forward as he runs his tongue over his teeth. His arms drop by his side, and his ankle falls off his knee. You bring your chair closer to his, your knees almost touching. You lay your hand out palm up on his thigh. He stares at it so long that you think about taking it back, but then he sighs and takes it in his.

“What do ya want me to say, Sugar?” He asks, folding both of his hands around yours. They’re so big that just the tips of your fingers peek through.

You move to the edge of the chair to be closer to him. You want to take him in your arms, to hold him and console him. Not just for this moment, but for all of the other times you had heard the need for comfort in his voice and you were unable to provide it.

“Whatever you want to. Just know that you don’t have to hide from me Sy, I don’t scare easily.”

“Come here, baby,” Sy tugs on your hand and you stand, intending to sit on his lap like he seems to like. Instead he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his face into your belly. Immediately, that deep feminine instinct to soothe kicks in and you run your fingers over his soft, short hair.

“Shhh,” the gentle shushing noises seem to also come from that same primal urge. As you stroke his head and tenderly scratch at his neck and back, you wonder if this is another thing Sy thought about: how it would feel to have his woman hold him like this. His woman. Even if you think of yourself with that title, it's never been addressed. Like so much with Sy, you talk and talk, but so much gets left unsaid.

“I can’t sleep,” Sy says, his voice muffled, and you stop breathing, not wanting to do anything to stop his admission, “I haven't slept more than a couple of hours a night for a few weeks now,” He’s quiet for a second or two and you lean back trying to get a look at his face, but he stops you, “I can’t… please… just stay like this for me, baby.”

“Ok, Noah,” you lull.

Sy squeezes you gently, “You’ve never said my name before,” he murmurs.

“You don’t like it?”

“I do like it,” he says, his voice still a little smothered by your robe. Then he takes a deep breath and speaks clearly, “Sometimes I wake in a sweat, kicking at the blankets cause I feel… trapped, I guess.”

“That's why you don’t want to spend the night with me?”

“I haven’t slept with a woman for a long time,” he confesses, and you feel him tense before adding, “I mean I’ve had—”

“I know what you mean,” you interrupt, surprising yourself at how quickly the seed of jealousy bore fruit in your mind.

“I don’t know if I’d lash out at ya, if I’d— I don’t want to hurt you,” Sy finally raises his head and meets your eyes. Your heart skips and you’re barely able to suppress a gasp. He looks awful, and so tired; his eyes are bleary and wild and rimmed with red, “I want to spend the night with you,” he says as he stands up, keeping his arms firmly around you, “God damn, I want to so badly,” He drops his head until your noses meet, “I wanna go to bed with you every night and wake up with your pretty li’l head on my chest every mornin’.”

You smile at the thought, “I want that too, Noah.”

“I just don’t know if I can,” Sy says in a pained voice.

“Has this happened before? The nightmares, I mean?”

“Occasionally,” Sy admits, “But not like this.” He looks above your head and you worry that you’re going to lose his focus, so you hold his face between your hands and direct his gaze back to yours.

“Can we try?” you ask.

Sy frowns, and it seems like time slows as he assesses you before letting out a long breath, “Are you sure?”

“I told you Sy,” you smile a little, “You’re gonna have to do better than that to scare me off.”

Sy chuffs, a small smile appears on his face too, “Ok baby.”

His eyes drop and you sense a swift change in his mood as he sucks in a breath through his teeth. Puzzled, you follow his gaze and notice that your robe has fallen open, revealing the centre of your chest and inner curve of your breasts, down to your navel.

“Sorry,” you mumble, as you take a couple of steps back and fumbling to close the garment.

“Stop.” His words are a command and you drop your hands almost immediately.

Sy closes the short distance between you, stopping before your bodies can meet. His chest starts to expand a little faster, the air whistles through his teeth with each panting breath. With slightly shaky hands, he pulls at the belt and the knot falls apart. He looks at you briefly with narrowed eyes and a slightly open mouth before he looks down at his hands. He grips the lapels and parts the robe at your waist, opening it wide.

The tension slowly leaves his face as he takes you in and his tongue glides over his bottom lip before he draws it into his mouth and bites it. His eyes are everywhere, staring at you greedily, as though he were seeing you for the first time. There’s an open yearning to his wide eyed gaze, a vulnerability he doesn’t try to disguise. He raises his hand to your waist but stops and meets your eyes before he makes contact with you. You don’t dare move, because you fear if he keeps looking at you like he is, your legs won’t be able to hold you.

Heat.

That’s the only word you can think of as his eyes seem to want to burn through yours, and all you want in the world is to go up in flames. He doesn’t drop his gaze as he puts his hands on your waist. He’s gentle, the pads of his fingers making contact first, leading with a tender caress.

Sy hums softly as he slides the robe off of your shoulders before wrapping an arm around you. The energy between you feels like electricity arcing; he draws you in closer until your chest meets his and a jolting spark shoots down your spine, straight to your clit.

Barely suppressing a moan, you put your arms around his shoulders and bring his head into your neck. You can hear and feel his muffled groan as he nuzzles into you and tightens his arms.

“I’m gonna take you to bed,” he rasps as his lips move gently over your skin, “God, I want you. I want all of you.”

“Then take me, Sy,” you whisper because you couldn’t speak any louder if you wanted to, you’re so breathless.

Sy doesn’t wait for a second invitation, keeping an arm around you he walks you to your room. He shepherds you backwards until your legs hit the bed and you let yourself fall onto the mattress with a giggle. Sy pulls his tank off as he climbs onto the bed, smiling as he sits with his back against the headboard and pulls you over him, your legs on either side of his.

The sun is starting to set and brilliant red and orange light seeps through your curtains and hits Sy’s face just right. You stare at him, struck by how handsome he is. His cheekbones are so perfectly highlighted by his beard, and although his skin is marred by scars, it only adds to his rugged perfection.

“What are you lookin’ at, baby?” he asks slowly, drawing your attention to his lips that are stretched into a gentle smile. Now they are perfect. Big enough to suit his face, and so surprisingly soft. Without conscious thought, your thumb sweeps gently over them and he chases it with his teeth, giving you a delicate nip and a kiss.

“Just you,” You keep your voice low too, like any loud noise would break the spell of this moment, “You’re so good looking.”

Sy holds your hand to his lips and kisses your palm, “I could say the same about you, but it wouldn’t do you justice… you’re so much more than ‘good looking’.”

“Sy,” you shake your head, you can feel your cheeks heating, “I–”

He shuts you up with a kiss, lips firm against your mouth. His arms tighten around you and he rolls you over onto your back, “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs emphatically as his hand moves down the side of your body with a tender touch. His hand is hesitant as he sweeps it over your belly, and his voice shakes ever so slightly, “I told you, I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you.”

His fingers trace the curve of your breast, and your nipples tighten as his touch sends a pleasurable shiver down your spine. Sy bites his lip as he watches your reactions.

“I wanna know all the ways I can make you tremble like that. I’m gonna take you every way I know how. I’m gonna make love to you, and I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t breathe. I want you on top of me and under me. I want you on your fuckin’ knees,” he growls, and for a moment you think that’s exactly what he’s going to do. His eyes are wild and hungry, like he’s doing everything he can not to flip you onto your stomach and take you from behind.

Instead he lowers his head to your breasts, taking you into his soft, warm mouth. He peers at you from beneath his brows as he moves to your other breast and his tongue comes out to circle your nipple slowly, his breath cooling the wetness he leaves behind. With a faint moan he draws the tight bud into his mouth, and you gasp as you feel his fingers caressing higher on your inner thigh.

“Open for me baby, let me touch you.”

Your legs part without any thought, it's nearly embarrassing how quickly you obey. But you’re ready for him, so ready, and you want him to know it.

“A little more,” he shifts his weight, giving your legs more room, “That’s it. That’s what I want.”

His fingers keep moving higher, and your thighs quake in anticipation. You drop your head back to the pillow, closing your eyes. God he’s so much, how does he know just what to say, just how to touch you to make you so malleable?

Then he’s on you, his hand is between your legs and the heat of his skin burns your already hot centre.

“Oh God, you’re so wet! So soft and warm,” he moans, burying his head into your chest. Your body surges and your hips move against his palm, “Oh fuck, you’re killin’ me here, baby.”

His teeth sink softly into the flesh of your breast as his finger slips inside you followed swiftly by a second. You hold on to him, gripping his forearm tight, holding him inside you as you rock against his palm, and his mouth moves over your body.

Sy moves behind you, tucking your body in close. Lifting your leg over his and wrapping an arm around your waist, he presses his hardness against your undulating body, grinding and rocking with you. He crushes his mouth against your ear, his beard and lips scratching at your sensitive skin.

“Baby, look at you move, you’re so close ain’t ya? I can feel ya squeezing my fingers. You’re makin’ me so fuckin’ hard.”

You moan, reaching behind you to pull his hips closer to yours. You close your eyes, focussing on the feeling of his fingers, his hot breath on your neck, and his cock rubbing against your ass.

Sy hums, “You like the way my cock feels, don't ya?” Even though you know it's a rhetorical question, you nod emphatically, “Soon as you come, baby, I’m gonna be inside you. God, you’re gonna feel amazing, I’m gonna make it feel so good for you.”

His fingers slide out of your core and press against your clit and your hips buck as you cry out. He growls, the arm around your waist tightens and his teeth sink into your ear. He’s suddenly rough with you, his kiss is full of harsh need, all sucking and biting, and he holds you so tight you can barely breathe. His raw power is so potent, but his touch between your legs is still so gentle where he moves over your clit.

“Sy, I…” you stutter, panting so hard you can’t make the words form.

His arm leaves your waist, fingers sliding up to your cheek to turn your face to his, “Call me Noah, baby,” he kisses you and keeps your face close to his, his voice just a whisper, “I want you to call me Noah.”

You bring your hand to his bearded cheek as you teeter on the edge of your release, “You’re going to make me come, Noah.”

“Good girl. That’s all I want, baby. Do it, come, I want it.”

You close your eyes, so, so close.

“Look at me, I wanna see, I…”

You open your eyes, but barely. You feel intoxicated, so high you could touch the ceiling. Then whatever was holding you up falls away and your body explodes as warmth floods you. Your eyes slide shut again and you can barely hear Sy’s whispered praise.

“That's good, baby. You're so good for me…so beautiful…so fucking perfect,” His kisses move down your neck and across your shoulders as you come back into your body. Still tingling with warmth, your skin feels so sensitive, each brush of his lips stokes the heat in you and you know you must have more of him.

You roll over in his arms and kiss him, letting your hand slide over his head and neck like he enjoys. You thought he’d already be pushing himself into you; he feels so hard and ready. Instead, he moves under your hand like a puppy who wants pats, guiding your touch to where he wants it as he presses his face between your breasts with a groan.

Then, quite suddenly, he pushes you onto your back, rising between your legs until you feel the hardness between his, pressing against your hot center. He’s so heavy above you, but you like it; you want to feel his weight, feel how open you are beneath him as he spreads your legs wide to accommodate his body. He kisses his way back up to your neck, trailing his lips over your throat and jaw.

“Noah,” you murmur, and you squirm beneath him, feeling the length of him slide easily between your slick and swollen slit.

Sy hisses in your ear, then pulls his hips away with a curse.

“Shit, I… do I need a condom?” he asks.

“You’ve been tested, right?” you ask, knowing your brother is tested after every deployment, “And I’m on birth control.”

“Yeah, I have, but I’ll wear one if you want me to.”

“I trust you, Noah,” you tell him sweetly and matter-of-factly.

His brows come together and he looks away, his jaw is hard and you can see the muscles clenching. His chest pumps harder and you feel his already rock-hard cock pulsing against your thigh. He looks at you and lowers himself back down until his weight is on you again, holding his head above yours. His eyes glisten, and you wonder if he is going to cry.

“Are you…”

“Baby, I…” he sighs and leans on his elbows while his fingers stroke your hair, “I’m in so deep with you. You know that right?” Your furrowed brows must have been an answer because he continued, “I’m in so fuckin’ deep, I can barely see the surface.”

Your eyes widen, you’re not stupid, you know what he’s trying to say. Suddenly, your chest becomes tight and tears sting your eyes, “Noah–”

His mouth covers yours, “Don’t say anythin’,” he says into your mouth, “you don't need to, just kiss me.”

And that’s what you do, letting your need for him speak through the hard collision of your lips and the soft insistence of your tongue. Your desire for him is as strong as his is for you. You’re in just as deep as he is and you don’t even try to hide it.

As if of one mind, you each reach a hand between your bodies for his cock. You both let out a short laugh, and instantly you’re nervous again.

“Sorry,” you apologise shily.

Sy shakes his head, “It’s okay. Here,” he takes your hand in his and places it around his length. He moves your hand over him and whispers, “Together.”

You nod and suddenly you’re both serious, eyes locked onto the one another, your breaths coming hard and fast. The silky, soft skin of Sy��s dick slides over your slick folds and your eyes flutter closed with a gasp as his head brushes your clit.

“Look at me baby,” Sy urges and you open your eyes, “Keep lookin’ at me. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

His hand tightens around yours as he guides himself into your core, and you inhale sharply as he slides in, inch by blissful inch. Your eyes widen as you feel the pressure of him sinking into you, and you squeeze his hand as your pussy stretches to welcomely accommodate his girth.

“Oh, fuck,” Sy groans as your bodies meet, lifting your hand off of him and lacing his fingers in yours as he pins your hand against the mattress above your head. He swells within you, filling you, owning you so completely that you don’t know how you ever felt satisfied before him. He kisses your mouth and chin, cheeks and neck, but he still hasn’t moved, his hardness bound within you.

His free hand clutches at your hip like he wants to be deeper than he already is, and his face tightens as he huffs his breaths like a bull, nearly snorting through his flaring nose. Holding his weight on his elbows he moves his free hand to caress your face, he’s so gentle, despite how much he wants you. You feel like he’s holding back, he seems so tense, and you want to tell him to let go and be wild, but— God you want him like this too! His tender touches make your heart skip like the needle jumping on a record. You run your hand up his arm and shoulder and lay it against his fur, watching the billowing of his chest with each panting breath.

“You’re so…” Sy says before slamming his mouth shut and with a low growl, and pressing his lips to yours. His kiss is intense, urgent and needful, with no finesse at all. His lips move roughly over yours, opening them, licking and sinking his teeth into the flesh of your lower lip. Then he moves and it feels like satin gliding over your silken walls. You feel him everywhere, like he’s invaded every cell of your being as his body rolls above yours in a powerful, yet gentle rhythm, so different to the way his lips are moving.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, so… so… fuck! You’re everything, Sugar. You’re everything.”

You kiss him with an intensity to match his, neither of you are holding back now, you need him so desperately.You tug your hand out from beneath his, grabbing at his back, feeling the way his spine rolls and his muscles ripple as he undulates above you. His skin is searingly hot and you pull on his shoulders, wrapping your legs around him, craving a closer proximity to all of that heat, all of that muscle, and all of that raw power.

“More,” you implore, fingers digging into the hard muscle of his ass, “I need more.”

“Like this,” he growls, his voice rumbling like an engine, deep and throaty. He keeps the same easy flow but pushes into you with a hard grunt.

“God, yes,” you moan as your back arches.

Your body catches his new rhythm and you move together, eyes firmly locked on each other, neither of you can look away. How can it be like this? How can it feel this good when it’s never been like this with anyone else. Suddenly, all of those months of waiting, all of the worry and build up, come crashing down over you. Your vision blurs and you can’t blink fast enough to stop the tears from falling.

“Sugar, I…”

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, pulling on his neck until his whole body rests on yours. “Please— please don't stop,” You kiss him hard, begging him with your mouth, demanding more with your hips.

“Shit, baby, I don’t know if I should…” You close your eyes with a shuddering moan, and feel the rough pads of his thumbs wipe at the tears that spill over your temples. Sy groans, and drops his head into your neck, his arms wrap around your back, “It’s okay, you’re good. I'm here, I’ve got you,” he mumbles as his lips gently kiss along the side of your neck.

Sy slides an arm further up your back and cradles the back of your head, while the other lifts your leg, holding it under his arm. Oh God! He moves, pushing so much deeper, and he’s hitting that spot that makes you go wild. Your fingers dig into his neck and back, his skin is slick with sweat and he wipes his face against his arm before he leans over you, pressing his forehead against yours.

You feel the soft pillows of his lips skim over your face, gliding over the planes of your skin as he mumbles your name, so softly you’re not even sure he said it. You open your eyes and you feel him as you’re held by his gaze, you feel his love, his passion, his need. And as he whispers your name again, you feel him so profoundly that it seems as though he has seeped into the marrow of your bones.

You’re close to your peak, and you cry out wordlessly as your body pulls tighter and tighter, “Noah, I’m…” you're so breathless, panting, you can't even say it.

“It's okay baby, let it happen, I want it. Give yourself to me, come on my cock. I wanna feel you, I fuckin’ want it all, give it to me, Sugar,” Sy grunts out his encouragement through hard gritted teeth. His head pushes so hard against yours it almost hurts, but his thumb strokes your cheek softly and his fingers move over your neck.

Your eyes squeeze shut as that welcome and familiar tightening grows in your gut. You know you must be close to shouting, but all you can hear is Sy’s muttered urgings, the slap of your bodies colliding with one another, and the rustle of the pillow beneath your head as Sy pushes you further up the bed with each thrust.

“Christ, look at you, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, so fuckin’ hot,” Sy whispers before his tongue slides over your parted lips, “Come for me, baby. God, I wanna feel you.”

You kiss him, clumsy and desperate, clutching him closer and tighter, not letting go until you crest your peak and fall into your orgasm. Waves of pleasure make your whole body contract and release, you can feel your core tighten around him, feel him as he keeps fucking you through your climax and the little, shivering aftershocks that ripple through you as he hits that spot again and again.

He doesn't stop, doesn’t slow down, if anything, he’s going harder than before. His arms slide under yours and he grabs your shoulders in his hands using them for leverage. His eyes stay on yours until he can’t hold back anymore and he swears, his lip rising into a snarl before he throws his head back with a deep primal growl. You’re awestruck as his neck fills with tension, rivulets of sweat run down his reddening skin and the muscles tighten, tendons and veins popping as he strains with effort. Your already stretched core is spread wide again and you cry out as you feel him thicken and release into you.

Then he stills, his head drops back to your neck and his hot, panting breath roars in your ear. For a moment, you feel all his weight as he pulls an arm out from behind your back and searches until he finds your hand, slipping his fingers between yours. With a hum you squeeze his hand and using your free arm and both legs you hug him, and Sy chuckles softly.

His laugh makes you grin and his kiss on your neck makes you want to melt for him all over again. “God damn,” he murmurs. You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are closed and a Cheshire grin has spread across his face. You kiss his lips, and his eyes open, his smile widening until a dimple creases his cheek.

“Yeah,” you say, “God damn.”

For a while you both lay there looking at each other while you catch your breath. Sy’s thumb strokes the back of your hand, and you bring it to your lips giving it a lingering kiss.

Sy closes his eyes and kisses your cheek. His slowly softening cock falls from your core as he rolls onto his back and you protest with a whine.

“Don't worry, I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he says, pulling you into the crook of his arm. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder, your fingers are drawn to his chest hair like there's a magnetic pull. Although wet and matted by sweat and friction, it’s still comforting as your fingers comb through the coarse curls and you close your eyes. Sy yawns, and you imagine his eyes have closed too as his fingers lazily dance up and down over your arm.

Not wanting to imagine it, you lift your head and rest your chin on his chest. Sure enough, his eyes are closed, the muscles in his face seem to be at rest and you stay there, transfixed, watching as he seems to flirt with the edge of consciousness. Soon his fingers stop their caress and his hand falls limply over your arm, presumably asleep.

There’s a part of you that is still disbelieving of his presence here, that you’d actually just had sex. You felt like if you fell asleep now, you would awake to find it had all been a dream. You fight the urge to trace the lines of his features: the straight, but bumpy nose, the strong, prominent brows, the high, chiseled cheekbones, and those soft, plush lips. Instead you rest your head back onto his shoulder and watch him slumber peacefully, enjoying your uninterrupted study of him.

With a rumble in the back of his throat, Sy opens his eyes with a start, eyes wild and rolling in his head before they quickly settle on you. He sniffs as he takes a second to get his bearings then rolls onto his side, pulling you in close with an exaggerated grunt and a squeeze.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to doze off,” his voice is husky and deep with the remnants of sex and sleep.

“Would you just admit that you’re tired, Sy?” you say teasingly.

He chuckles. He’s got you so close to him, tucked in so tight, that his chin hits the top of your head when he speaks, “I am tired, baby.”

“C’mon, get under the blankets with me.”

You can feel him swallow against your forehead, “I’d like to shower first,” he says.

You kiss his still damp chest. “I told you, I don’t mind you being a little sweaty.”

“Darlin’, I’ve spent about 12 months without a proper shower. I’m gonna take one every chance I get,” he reveals and you can hear a grin in his voice.

“That's fair. Want me to come too?”

“It's ok, I’ll be quick.”

“What I should have said is, I want to come too.”

The shower is much quicker this time, Sy washes himself so fast that he was almost done by the time you finished fussing and got in. Through the frosted door, you see him wrap a towel around his waist and leave the bathroom, coming back with a toothbrush. Finishing just as he returns, you towel off and join him at the sink, the two of you brushing your teeth together.

You both keep looking at one another through the mirror, smiling at each other. Sy grins and gently bumps your shoulder with his, you shake your head with a silent chuckle then lean over the sink to spit out your excess paste.

As you straighten and lift your gaze, it's as if you’ve had a vision, deja vu. In that moment, it was as if the two of you had done this a million times before. Standing here together, preparing for bed at the end of the day, like it was your normal, natural, routine. With a sudden clarity, you could see it, your future with him became crystalised, set in stone, and you wanted this to be your life forever.

Part 4

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hey could you write something about niragi x f!reader?? maybe, both are in a relationship and both are part of the micilia,, she at the moment that niragi hits arisu, she stops him from continuing... after that they play the games, maybe they have both played different games and niragi seems upset about that, because he wants to make sure that the reader arrives safely, but she reassures him that everything will be fine. At the end of the game, most of them had arrived (niragi too) but not the reader, that worried niragi, and she threatened some soldiers who were also on the same team as her, until she heard a voice saying "can you stop? Let's go to the room, I'm tired." after that niragi puts her on his shoulder and takes her to the room and tells her that he was worried and that next time they would make sure to go on the same team. and if you can, add some smut...

Wow this took me a little while to figure out but I love how extensive this is because it helps me plan the story! I hope you enjoy it and as always share your opinions no matter what from it’s in!

I have not included a full game here as I just wanted to get something posted that was quality without it taking too long!

I changed it a little as I am already working on a Niragi fic with the pov where he can’t find her after a game.

Thankyou!❤️

Niragi X Reader || Tragic Love.

“There you are.” You giggled as Niragi pushed his lips towards your neck, hugging you from behind.

Despite the way you loved the sensation you was overly ticklish and he knew that.

You turned around to face him, planting a kiss on his lips as you brushed a few loose strands of his jet black hair from his perfectly sculpted face.

“We need to go, Hatter will be looking for us.” Your voice is muffled by his chest.

He huffed, neither of you wanted to move but you couldn’t miss registration, your visa expired today.

He senses your frustration and pulls you away from him. Picking up his gun in the corner before wrapping his arm around your shoulder guiding you towards the door of your shared room. “We will be in the same game, don’t worry.”

You stop walking as you grab your handgun from the table at the side of the door. Niragi watches you intensely as you slide it into its holster.

“I’m worried for you.” You mumble, feelings were never something you and Niragi openly talked about. It was a rare occasion. He wrapped his arm around you again as you exited the room.

His grip tightened around you as your passed Arisu, you brushed his arm off, walking back towards your friend.

It had been a few days since you spoke although he hadn’t been at the beach longer than 4 days you had grown to care for him. You had heard his last game had been difficult, he lost a few friends and although he had that strange girl to talk to he still seemed so lonely and no one deserved to feel that way.

“Hey!” You call towards him shouting after him.

He turns towards you, a forced smile plastered across his face.

Despite how upbeat he tried to be it was evident how hurt he was, you could see it, you knew what it felt like to be the cause of someone’s death.

You shook the somber thoughts from your mind, refocusing on the conversation with Arisu.

“I heard what happened in your hearts game. I’m really sorry.” You place a hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

Before you could comprehend the situation his slender arms wrapped around you, you hugged him back. It was clear how much he needed it.

He sighed releasing you “Thank you. No one has bothered to ask.”

“It’s okay jus” before you could finish Niragis fist collided with Arisus face, causing him to stumble back.

“NIRAGI!” You pull on your boyfriends arm, trying to keep him away from your grieving friend.

He shrugged you off landing another blow, this time to Arisus stomach.

You did the only thing you could and pushed your body in front of him, you flinched when his hand raised again.

He seemed to notice this and his clenched hand dropped, he grabbed his gun and walked away.

You ignored his ridiculous tantrum and turned your attention towards Arisu.

“Are you okay?” You ask, helping him stand.

He groaned, his hand compressing his stomach. “I’ll be fine. Why did he do that?”

You shook your head. “It’s my fault. He gets possessive whenever I touch another guy.”

Arisu looked at you puzzled. “Why are you with someone like that? Maybe it’s a military thing but it’s wrong. ”

“Well.. Because he isn’t always like that. He needs a lot of work, this pushed it far.” You help him sit on one of the stray chairs lingering in the large hall.

“What happened!” You turned your head to the open door, the strange friend of his watching from afar.

Arisu looked towards you awkwardly.

“I should go.” You whispered. Arisu gave you a small nod in agreement.

You gave him a light hug, careful not to apply too much pressure to his damaged stomach.

“I’m sorry.” You turn away, desperate to find Niragi.

He truly had gone too far this time. He ruins every bond you form because of his unnecessary worry.

You notice his black and white shirt in the crowd, you walk towards him tapping his arm to gain his attention.

He turned towards you, a cocky smirk on his face.

Your frustration overwhelmed you and you raised your hand, delivering a slap to his now frozen face.

“Don’t ever hurt someone because of your insecurities. Be a fucking adult.” Your voice is low but full of anger.

Another smirk crossed his face, this one more forced than the last. “Tell your dirty mutt of a friend to not touch what’s mine.”

His hand wrapped around your wrist that is still in mid air, ready to slap him again. You yelled at the way his nails dug into your skin.

You finally ripped your arm away, hissing through your clenched teeth. “I am not your property, you can’t tell me what to do. Until you can stop this pathetic jealousy we are done. I’ll trade places with Chishiya, I’m sure he’s dying to soend some quality time with you.”

You walk away, ignoring the mutters of the man behind you. Despite the love you had for him his damaged way of thinking only served to hurt your relationship. Yet you still loved him.

He follows behind you pulling you back to him by your arm. “I won’t let us be in different games, you could get hurt.”

You wanted to calm him, to tell him it would be okay that you’ll go with him but your anger prevented that.

“I’ll be fine. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.” You shrug his arm off and walk away. This time successfully as he lets you go.

You had met Niragi in a weird way, at your first game he saved you, at the second game you saved him. Eventually he brought you to the beach, you barely spoke at first and he would be the meanest asshole alive but after a short time you began to understand him, he gave you small snippets of information about himself and bit by bit you began to fall for him until it consumed you. This only drove him crazy, he became someone entirely the night you confessed your feelings. He acted as though he didn’t care but the way he would always make sure you ate and arrived at games together helped you see he did.

You was worried about going to your first game without him but right now being around him would only stress you out, impacting your already slim chance of survival. Despite the fact you was apart of the militant faction guns rarely provided any help in your games.

You sighed walking over to your new group An and Tatta had thankfully been put into your group.

“Hey?” You mumbled walking over to Tattas side.

An seemed displeased with your presence but that was natural given that she was a political leader and you was a militant. “Hey.” She mumbled.

“So what game do you think it will be today?” You shuffle your feet. Feeling uncomfortable.

She shrugs her shoulders and the conversation falls flat.

You looked back, Niragi eyes glaring at you. If he wanted to watch that badly you’d give him a show.

You turned to Tatta. Allowing you to see Niragi from the corner of your eye. “How are you?”

He seemed a little shocked that you was asking him, you hadn’t exactly made the most effort to make friends since joining the beach.

“I’m okay. What about you?” He stuttered.

You laugh at his nervousness. You see Niragi take a step forward before he composes himself again.

Before you can respond the siren sounds, informing players they need to leave for their games. You climb into the car, not giving Niragi another though. As per usual the car drive towards the arena was a hectic one, the driver was someone you hadn’t met before and a part of you was glad, he seemed too careless and reckless.

After a few painful jolts against the car door you arrived at the venue.

It was an abandoned building, as was everyone in Tokyo.

You head inside, not waiting for anyone else as you pick up one of the phones and let your verification complete itself.

Once everyone had signed in and the registration period was over you listened intensely for the games rules.

Game: Run.

Difficulty: 6 of spades.

Rule: Dont get caught by the tagger.

Condition: You must run from the tagger and survive the 30 minuet time limit.

You clear the game if you survive the time limit. If you get caught it’s game over.

Your throat grew dry at the somber rules being further disappointed by the sign stating no weapons were allowed. You reluctantly threw your hand gun on to the table allocated for weapons, Tatta and a few other new players took a step back. You hated people being afraid of you because you was apart of the military but it was another Niragi Perk.

An scoffed walking through the doors to the stairs you followed behind her as did everyone behind you.

Let the game begin.

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The game seemed to be never ending, the tagger had caught you countless of times but each time you managed to outrun him, thanks to your short track career. There was only 5 players surviving from the 11 that joined the game, it was a terrible outcome.

Your chest was hurting at the way you had exhausted it, not only was the tagger fast but he had a gun and if he see you he shoot, with no remorse. You grabbed your gun sliding it back into its holder as your legs cramped as you walked back towards the car.

Your mind replaying the last time the tagger caught you. You had run into one of the rooms in a desperate attempt to escape his attention. There was another player there, the tagger kicked the door down, his gun pressed right against your chest. If it wasn’t for the other player pushing it out of the way and sacrificing himself you would have been dead.

Despite your earlier argument you just wanted to be in Niragis arms, although you wasn’t afraid of the games the death was something that affected you greatly.

You slumped in to the car, breathing heavy. The driver had died in the game which left An to drive as Tatta could barely stand due to his exhaustion. You was thankful An drive much more carefully, your body already aching from the unexpected workout.

When you arrived back to the beach the party was still continuing which was to be expected. You groaned walking back towards your room just wanting to be with Niragi.

You wasn’t overly shocked when he wasn’t there, some games lasted all night.

You drank nearly two bottles of water before you felt rehydrated .

You got into the shower, the warm water washing away all of the sweat you had worked up, you didn’t stay in there too long too afraid that Niragi would come back before you got out.

You threw on one of the hoodies he wore along with a pair of your sweatpants. You much preferred him in a hoodie to his usual shirts, he would always dress smart around everyone else, especially Aguni. You chuckled at the way Niragi was always trying to impress him as though he was his dad.

You waited for a while on the bed, Niragis hoodie providing you with a necessary sense of security. You wasn’t an anxious person but after a game you felt the worst, it was as if you was weak. You hated that but Niragi loved caring for you.

You slipped on your shoes and Placed your gun into your waistband, deciding you would wait on the roof instead, you’d be able to see when he arrived.

You didn’t much care for the beachwear rule. Most militants didn’t, it was pathetic. Besides you knew if you wanted to take the cards you could and no one could stop you.

You chucked to yourself walking towards the roof, your mind wandering back to your tainted lover.

Although Niragi could be an asshole he was misunderstood, he was violent and possessive, jealous, he had an anger that couldn’t be tamed or fixed but in all honesty you loved those things about him because he never pretended to be perfect, with you he was different. His usually hard hands become soft and gentle with you, his maniacal demeanour turned to one filled with love and care.

Whenever he would go to games alone he would always bring you something back, albeit it usually is another bikini he wants to see you wear but it’s the thought that counts.

You welcome the breeze that hits you, blowing your damp hair around lightly. You walk towards the ledge and sit down, the height didn’t bother you. It was amazing to be able to see the stars even in this warped world. Everything was so much more beautiful here, where the human race had been limited wildlife had began to take over.

And you loved that.

You sat admiring the broken city beneath you practically the whole night, cars had stopped arriving an hour again, your concern was growing with each passing minute.

You see Chishiya in the crowd, he was with Niragi.

You run faster to him than you did when you was in the game, you practically jumped down the stairs, not even bothering with the elevator.

You raced towards him, running in front of him which surprised him a little.

“What are you doing?” He asked, embarrassed.

You pant out of breath as you readjust your gun. “Where’s Niragi?”

He rolled his eyes walking past you. “How should I know?”

You let out a frustrated whine at the arrogant blonde as he disappeared into the crowd.

Another familiar face catches your eye, he was another militant but you hadn’t bothered to know his game.

You grabbed his arm making him reach for his gun, you ignored his advances more so focused on finding Niragi, he had never been this late before.

“Where Niragi?” Your voice is shaking.

He chuckled to his friends holding his hands up. “I don’t know go find him yourself.”

Without thinking you pulled your gun out placing it underneath his chin. “Still think it’s fucking funny?! Where the fuck is he!”

The arrogant facade fell quickly. “I-I don’t know I didn’t see him!”

You pushed the gun harder into him. “WHERE DID YOU SEE HIM! TELL ME EVERYTHING BEFORE I BLOW YOUR FUCKING USELESS BRAINS EVERYWHERE!”

You heard how evil you sounded but when it came to the man you had began to love you wasn’t playing, too many people had died. You wouldn’t let him be one of them.

“He h-he’s..” The terrified soldier pointed behind you.

Your body turned fast, making your head spin a little. You didn’t care about that when you see him standing there, blood across his face a smirk plaster across his lips.

You don’t hesitate before running and jumping into his arms. He caught you like always, your legs wrapped around him, your tears strolling down your face soaking his shirt.

He removes the gun from your hand sliding it into his waistband.

“Let’s go inside.” He whispers as your small sobs because audible.

He carries you inside ignoring everyone else as his full attention is on you.

You hear the elevator door close.

“Look at me.” His soft but stern voice demanded.

You complied despite the tears covering your face.

You placed your forehead onto his “I thought you was dead.”

He lowered you to the ground, his hand wrapping firmly around your waist keeping you close to him. He doesn’t say another word as he leads you towards your room.

You see Tatta heading down the hall and you grew worried that Niragi would begin to fight again. His grip loosened.

“Please stop.” You whispered into him.

His hand tightened around you once again as he opened the door letting you walk inside first.

“Im going to shower quickly, wait in bed for me okay baby?” He whispered planting a small kiss on your forehead before he disappeared into the restroom.

Despite the blood on him you didn’t want him to leave, him being with you was all you needed right now.

You took your sweatpants off and laid on the bed, hugging his pillow into your chest. The only thing on you is the loose fabric of his oversized hoodie.

It doesn’t take long before he returns, your eyes growing heavy as you feel his warm body snuggle against you.

“Niragi..” you whisper, his body is naked except for the thin boxers providing his member with barely any protection.

He places sloppy kisses up your neck, his tongue swirling around on random patches of skin as you whine against him, too tired to fight him.

His breath feels hot on your neck “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

“I’m still mad at you.” You playfully slap him as you push yourself on top of him, your body laying over his.

You don’t acknowledge the bulge pressing into your stomach.

His hand slides underneath his hoodie, his fingers cold against your skin. “Let me make it up to you?”

He flipped you over effortlessly, his hoodie being pushed up to expose your plump breasts.

His tongue swirls around one your your hard nipple and you whimper at the sensation, your hand instinctively sliding into his hair.

You shiver as his tongue runs down your body, Only stopping when he reaches the hem of your panties. You feel yourself growing wet as his fingers slide your underwear down your legs. He plants kisses on your thighs before he begins to suck them.

“No..no hickeys” you moan, your hands trying to push him away.

His hands wrap themselves around your wrists forcing them into the bed, you loved it when he got like this, when he took control and removed any worries from your mind.

His tongue lapped at your dripping slit,. You moaned at the way his tongue swirled around your clit, his hands release your wrists, his fingers sliding between your.

You grasp them, turning his knuckles white as his tongue teases as your already desperate entrance.

You moan again “Please…”

His movements stop and his eyes meet yours.

“Please what?”

Your face flushed red, you always grew shy when he wanted you to say this.

“.. Please make me cum sir.” You breathed the words as you try to hide your embarrassment.

He howled as his tongue grew more aggressive, he moved his hands and wrapped them around your thighs pulling you closer towards him. Your fingers entwined themselves in his hair as his tongue slid inside you. You bucked your hips towards him, practically grinding your wet cunt into his face.

You let go, going crazy, your moans erratic and loud. Your grip in his hair was deathly, this only encouraged him more.

You was already on the edge when his tongue slipped over your back entrance.

“No.. m gonna cum..” you mumble broken words, he chuckled before lapping you from your ass to your clit before sucking on your sensitive nub.

This was all you needed before you released yourself into his mouth.

“Fuck Suguru!” You whined as you came down from your high.

His lips met yours, you could taste yourself on him and he loved that.

Your hand wandered to find his growing bulge, he moaned into your mouth as your hands brushed along it.

You was disappointed when his hand forced yours away. “You was mad remember?” He whispers making you whine.

If you wasn’t so tired you would have fought him.

“Shower..?” You mumble into his chest as he pulls you close to him, his hands stroking your hair.

“Let’s shower but you are never going to a game without me.” He states, his voice leaves no room for arguing.

“Okay..” you agree. You didn’t want to be without him.

You giggle as he stands up, swinging you over his shoulder.

He may have a thousand things wrong with him, but he was right for you. And that’s all you cared about.

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A/N: I didn’t want to make this too smutty I felt like lately all I’ve wrote is smut and I wanted something with a bit more context !

Please let me know y our thoughts!

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Title: Not So Not Together

Rated M 18+ ((MINORS (MEANING ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 🙃) ARE NOT WELCOME TO READ OR INTERACT WITH THIS POST. MINOR AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED))

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Content Warning: all characters are 18+, katsuki bakugo x reader (gender neutral language used, AFAB reader), angst, exes au, recently broken up, soft bakugo, these bitches in love ❤️‍🩹, crying, kissing, dry humping, ass play (to reader), baby used as a pet name (to reader), sad times 😞

Estimated Word Count < 3200 * I edit my writing too often to commit to a static number 🥴

“I’m coming over.”

Fuck.

“Ok—”

The call ends abruptly. He’s always the one to hang up first, leaving you to reflect on your poor decisions with three mocking beeps ringing in your ear. You don’t have to pick up when he calls. Some days are easier than others, especially when you have things to do or people to see. But it’s late on a Thursday night, and you can’t go to sleep. Why don’t you put forth a better effort to go no-contact? Why can’t you block his number, or unfollow his socials? At the very least you could delete his pictures. But you don’t because you’re weak. And pathetic. And in love.

The phone feels heavy in your hand, like it’s bearing the weight of all your inadequacies. Your arm drops limp in defeat, and your body follows shortly after. All you can bear to do is lie on your back and stare at the ceiling fan.

It’s best to not think about how the past four months have been absolute hell—coping with a break up that neither of you really wanted. Your relationship just ended so abruptly. Not in the sense that you didn’t see it coming, but rather in a way that one day you two were together and then the next day you weren’t.

Neither of you have done a great job with setting boundaries. He calls or visits at least once every other week since you broke up, usually just to talk, or share news, or even to fuck. And as much as you know it’s not good for either of you to continue with this “not so not together-ship”, it’s better than not having each other at all.

“God, this sucks,” you think out loud, body shifting to lean on your side. “This sucks so hard.” Mr. Snuffles stares blankly at you from across the bed— a weathered and patched stuffed rabbit given to you on your 11th birthday. Out of all the judgement you’ve faced from family and friends, his is the worst. He knows you better than anyone. Knows what you should do, when you should do it, and who you should do it with. He’s your voice of reason, and despite not having a mouth, he’s quite loud. And it seems with each missed opportunity to cut Katsuki completely out of your life, Mr. Snuffles’ judgment grows louder and louder. It’s the eyes honestly.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you croak, ashamed that a stuffed animal knows better than you. “I know what I'm doing.”

Three firm knocks reverberate throughout your apartment, and it’s like how a forest grows still in the presence of a predator. The ticking of your clock, the blades of your fan, even your own heartbeat grows quiet.

He’s here.

You’ve seen him a billion times and you’ll see him a billion times more maybe; there’s no need to feel anxious…maybe a little sad. Definitely super guilty. But also really happy? Because you love him and love being around him and love spending time with him. Why is this so fucking complicated? You thought love was supposed to heal all wounds…Or maybe that was time.

Just as his fist readies to bang on your door again, your pretty little head emerges from the other side, surveying his person with interest. His arm lowers, milkshakes in either hand, eyes lidded with tiredness. There are a few awkward moments of staring before he speaks, growing tired from holding the milkshakes (and the unbearable silence).

“You gonna let me in?”

His words seem to snap you from your stupor, a sheepish smile stretching your pretty lips: two-toned and lightly glazed with chapstick, top lip sculpted perfectly in Cupid’s image. He misses waking up to those messy love letters your lips spoke into his skin. He wants to kiss you right now. He thinks you would let him if he asked.

You step backwards and open the door to let him in. He walks in with confidence, like he’s been here a billion times before, and he has even since the break-up. He makes his way to your couch where he sits and sets your milkshake down on the coffee table.

“I got your favorite.”

Goddamn him. You can never reject an Oreo milkshake. It only takes a second for you to join him on the couch, an unorthodox amount of space between two people who are supposedly no longer in a relationship anymore—you could fit four maybe five fingers between that space? The close proximity is suffocating and desired all at once. He grabs your remote, turns the television on, then proceeds to lay his arm across the back of the couch directly behind your head. You both sip from your milkshakes for a while, idly watching the cartoon that flashes across the television screen, neither too bothered by the lack of conversation, or so it seems. It feels like how it used to… but not at the same time. You clear the phlegm from your throat that always accumulates when you nurse a milkshake, before turning to him and speaking.

“So what brings you here tonight?”

Obviously to fuck, or at least, that’s the conclusion you come to. It’s 2:30 in the morning, what other reason would he come?

He continues to face straight ahead, but his gaze shifts to his peripheral, noting the weary look on your face. He sits there for a bit, setting his milkshake down and letting the question smolder in the air. He’s grown a bit anxious from the question if the tapping near your head is any indication. Maybe a minute or three passes before he finally gives in, body sinking into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“Imischew,” he mumbles, body folding in to make himself small.

“You mis chewed?” You repeat confused. “Did an Oreo chunk go down the wrong pipe? Do you need some water?”

“No,” he groans, shifting uncomfortably. He follows up with the same undecipherable mumble, but it’s evident you’re not catching on, on account of the perplexed look on your face. “I don’t think I’m understanding, Suki.” Fuck, he loves it when you call him that.

He takes a deep breath to quell the feelings of frustration and anxiety bubbling in his chest. It’s not your fault, he thinks. He’s a mumbler and you’re borderline hard of hearing.

“I miss you,” he enunciates, finally working up the courage to look you straight in the eyes. He sighs dejectedly. “…I miss you.”

Oh...oh. Despite the time you’ve spent together since the break up, neither of you have uttered anything so… sentimental.

It’s silent again. Your lack of response is making him reeeeally fucking anxious.

Fuck, he thinks. This was a bad idea.

He suddenly shoots up, humiliated and ashamed.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbles, “I shouldn’t have come.”

He just about makes it past the couch before you quickly set your milkshake down and dive forward to clasp his wrist, body draped over the arm of the couch.

“No,” you yelp, frightened by his attempted departure. A stale silence follows your outburst. It seems to drag on for far longer than either of you anticipate, both bodies unmoving as if frozen in time. And then you finally speak, voice trembling and small. “Please… I miss you too.”

He turns towards you, the television light highlighting the bubbling in your eyes, reflecting the sullen visage of his own features. God, even when you’re crying you look like an angel.

“Come sit?” You request with a sad smile.

How could he ever say no to you?

He heaves a deep tired sigh and nods, maneuvering his body around the couch with your hand still tightly wrapped around his wrist.

There’s distance between you now; about as far as your arm can stretch, but you refuse to let him go (in every sense and meaning). It’s quiet again, and not the comfortable silence you found yourselves sitting in when things were fine between you both. It’s awkward and stifling.

He’s so tense. His leg is bouncing and his muscles are flexing. You're not doing much better. The grip you hold around his wrist is tight. You can feel his pulse racing in your fingertips. You take a deep breath and make an effort to release the tension from your body, hand reaching lower to caress his palm and intertwine your fingers together. He observes your hands noting how large his is compared to yours, the curves and valleys your fingers form, the heat that emits from your palms. It makes his belly flutter.

“Can I hug you, Suki?”

Of course you can. You are always welcome in his arms (except when you’re not).

He pulls you towards his chest and wraps himself around you, enveloping you in his furnacy hold. Your legs wrap around his hips and you tuck your face safely between his shoulder and his neck. This feels like home more than any house ever could. Maybe that’s why you two find yourselves together so often. You miss sharing a space together. You miss spending time together. You miss him. And even with him pressed firmly against your body, breathing life into your clumsy aching heart, do you even really have him? You’re not together anymore. And that makes you so sad.

His shoulder grows wetter by the second. With each sniffle and sob that greets his ears his heart clenches tighter and tighter. His precious angel, so soft and so sweet. How could anyone bear witness to such sorrowful cries? How had things ended so wrong?

“I miss you, Suki,” you whimper. “ I miss you so much.”

He attempts to blink away his own tears. The racking of your body vibrates him to his core. He pulls you closer, as if to mold your bodies into one. He wishes he could make things not hurt anymore.

“We can’t do this anymore, Suki. I-It hurts too much.”

“I know,” he whispers. “I’m sorry.” He shushes your sobs and cradles your head, rocking your bodies to the rhythm of an unsung lullaby. “It’ll be okay,” he chants, trying to convince himself of that as much as he’s trying to convince you.

You both rock for a while, tears slowly simmering, holds growing looser. You lift from his shoulder and just stare at his face. You failed to notice his own sniffles and chokes. His face is streaked with tears. It’s quiet for a moment, and then another, and another, before a wolfish grin adorns his face in an attempt to make this moment a bit lighthearted. You smile in return. He’s just as good at making you smile as he is at making you cry.

Giggling, you knock your foreheads together, and cradle the back of his head. His hands find solace at the small of your back, thumbs digging beneath your shirt and rubbing patterns into your skin. The angle is a bit awkward, but you both just stare into each other’s eyes, wondering what the other is thinking. If you both knew what the other was thinking, maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with. So many misunderstandings and unaddressed resentment. So many missed opportunities to make things better, and you both fell short on that end. So many things were just…unresolved and unspoken.

But despite all of that, one thing is clear…

“Can I kiss you?”

You still love each other.

He responds by cradling the back of your head and guiding your lips to his own. The kiss is closed and puckered, both sets of lips sitting on the other, unsure of how to proceed, but muscle memory takes over and you fall into a familiar routine, mouths opening and tongues tangling together.

God, he loves this so much: the texture of your lips, the taste of your mouth, the dexterity of your tongue—he dreams about this—about kissing you. It’s all he ever wants to do.

“F-fuck,” he moans, gravely voice resonating in the air. His hands travel back to your hips to encourage the steady grinding you’ve unconsciously started. The motion is smooth, like how a gentle ocean wave licks upon a shore. He follows your lead, grinding up to meet you halfway. The friction is perfect.

His eyes are glazed over and hooded in arousal, unwavering and unable to look away. Your eyebrows are knitted together, and your mouth is ajar and panting. Your head bobs back and forth, unable to hold steady from the pleasure building in your body. It’s mesmerizing.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Rub that pussy on me, baby.”

Your stomach clenches. Despite his reserved disposition, he is a vocal person, especially when it counts.

“Suki,” you whimper, attempting to quell the fluttering of your eyes. You just want to look at his beautiful face, but you can’t, motor functions completely consumed by need.

“What is it, baby?” God, his voice is heaven.

“I wanna feel you.”

“You don’t feel me,” he goads, one hand coming to cradle your head as it bobs back. “You don’t feel how hard I am for you?” You clench again.

You do feel him, all seven and a half inches, hard and steely like an iron rod, nestled neatly between your soaked folds. Even through the layers of clothing that obstruct you from his skin, you can still feel him. “No,” you drawl. “I wanna feel you inside.”

“Yeah? You wanna feel me, baby?” He pulls your hips harder against his own, reveling in the wetness pooling over his shaft. “You wanna clench that wet pussy around my dick?” He pulls your head towards his face, swollen lips wisping across your own. “You wanna ride me and milk the cum from my balls?”

“Please,” you whimper, falling into his chest. “Please, please, please—”

At this rate you’re going to cum. Your clit is hard and pulsing, easily sliding across his shaft and pubic bone. With each roll of your hips, electricity shoots through every nerve ending in your body. You’ve soiled through your shorts and his sweats, sobbing the fabrics so thin you might as well be naked.

The hand at your hip sinks beneath your panties to grab a handful of your ass. He squeezes hard, unable to restrain the molten need surging through his veins.

“You’re close,” he states. He’s close too. His tip is leaking and sticky, balls drawn close to his body in preparation to release his load.

“No,” you shoot up and whimper. “Want you inside!” You’re nearly crying, and yet your hips make no effort to stop.

He shushes you and kisses your lips. You’re so cute when you get like this. The fingers gripping your ass travels further between your cheeks, pass your asshole, and down to your fluttering pussy. He gathers the wetness spilling from your hole, and lathers himself in your slick. He continues to pepper kisses on your lips and cheeks, heart and loins clenching from the desperation in your eyes.

After his fingers are completely soaked and pruned, he transfers your slick to your asshole. His fingers rub and prod at the puckered opening, his breath shuddering at the faraway look in your eyes. That’ll do it. That will definitely take you over the edge. Your hips frenzy and your holes pucker. His length twitches and bobs.

A deafening moment of silence, like how static builds in the air before lightning strikes, and then a wail, guttural and bone chilling. Your body convulses and twitches and seizes like you’re possessed. You see nothing but black. And he sees nothing but you. It’s almost spiritual how his body follows after you. Like a current travels through you body into his own, your pleasure igniting every nerve ending that lies dormant beneath his skin. The last image he sees before his eyes roll to the back of his head, is that of the only person in his life he wishes he worked a little bit harder to keep.

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Phineas and Ferb is on. All of a sudden, your surroundings are there. Beneath, behind you, and all around you. You feel sticky and gross, and can barely keep your eyes open for more than a second. Katsuki’s head is laid across the back of the couch, mouth open and muscles twitching involuntarily. You smile at how goofy he looks.

“Suki.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. He doesn’t respond. You try again, a little louder. “Suki.”

He manages a small hum.

“We should get up and shower.”

He doesn’t respond again for another minute or two , probably fighting off the sleep that comes with such an explosive orgasm.

“Okay.”

You follow his lead when he moves to get up, lifting off of him and waiting at his side for him to collect himself. You look up at him as he looks down at you and you give a small smile before leading him to the bathroom by his hand.

The shower feels nice. You take turns under the water and gently bathe each other of the sweat and cum you’ve collected. This moment feels nostalgic, like it’s a distant memory, and not playing out in real-time. It feels like how it used to be…when you two were together. Intimate. Warm. Fuzzy.

After a while you two just end up holding each other, soaking in the water and the love and comfort this moment offers you. It makes you want to cry how perfect this is.

After you’re clean and dry, you offer him some clothes he hadn’t bothered to take with him when you two broke up. You change in separate rooms.

After it’s all said and done, you escort him to the front door. He’s hurt that you’re kicking him out, but he thinks he understands. You both do a pissy job at setting boundaries, and this is your attempt at establishing one. He gets it.

You both stare at each other for a good long while. You fight the urge to drag him back to your bedroom, but you stand firm on your decision.

“I’ll call you,” he sighs. And he will. He always wants to talk to you.

You take a shuddering breath and nod, weakly smiling up at him.

“Okay.”

He wants to kiss you, but thinks maybe he shouldn’t. He nods, turns towards the door and leaves, shutting the door quietly behind him.

You’re rooted to your spot, soaking in the gravity of your situation.

You and Katsuki are not together anymore.

The light from your screen seems brighter than the sun. Your fingers move in trepidation, hovering and cycling over icons and back buttons, but you finally make it to the anticipated contact.

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Add to emergency contact…

Block this caller….

You take another deep breath. Mr. Snuffles is right.

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