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lovifie · 1 month

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Lift Me Off My Feet

Chapter 10: Ghost’s Date

Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

W: Ghost x Reader (+ Ghost x Price x Reader), threesome, douple p, a bit of choking, feelings.

It's a couple of days after your little adventure with Soap, while you are making yourself a cup of coffee that Ghost enters the house. He walks behind you, smiling when you smile at him, he hugs you from behind kissing the back of your head.

“How you doing, birdie?” He asks, resting his head on yours.

“Really good, Ghostie.” You answer, smiling enjoying the warmth of his body.

“Any plans for today?” He asks

“Yeah, I was planning on going running later, then I was going to go on a flight to Madagascar and probably have dinner at some terrorist organisation headquarters.” You answer, unnecessarily sarcastic knowing perfectly fine you can't leave the house. “Why? You wanna join?”

“Ha, ha. Well, since you are so busy I'll ask Gaz if he wants to help me with the dogs then.” He says casually, stepping back and chuckling when you whip your head around.

“Dogs?” You ask with a wide smile on your face.

“Yeah, there is a bunch of new K-9 units and I have been assigned to arrange their trainers and partners.” He explains. “I thought you'd like to spend the afternoon with the puppies but it seems you're busy, so.”

“No, no, I'm not.” You quickly say, clinging to his t-shirt. “I'm sorry, I was just joking, sorry, sorry.”

You lay your head on his chest, looking up to him with puppy eyes.

“Can I see the doggies?” You ask smiling softly.

He chuckles, shaking his head at your antics and patting your butt.

“Put on your shoes then, let's go.” You quickly scurry past him, coffee long forgotten on the kitchen counter. You end up being the one pulling him out of the house, excited to see dogs.

The fresh air of the outside fills your lungs when you take a deep breath making Ghost chuckle. “You're acting like the house doesn't have windows.”

You laugh back, not being able to argue and walking towards the car. It is a quick drive back to base, and different from Soap, Ghost lets you open your own door waiting for you before the car to hold your hand on your way inside the dog kennels.

The barks and whines of the puppies can be heard immediately and Ghost moves his hand to the small part of your back to push you forward telling you to go for them.

You walk faster almost running until reaching the gate at the end of the hall where the puppies are, little tails wagging to the sound of your voice excited to meet new people. You crouch down getting your finger inside that immediately get bitten and licked by the little devils.

“Want to help me give them their tags?” Ghost asks when he reaches you. “You need to go inside, I'm sure you'll hate it.”

You end up having the time of your life, once inside you sit on the floor close to the gate with Ghost sitting on the other side of the gate. He passes the collars with the tag for each dog, laughing when you try and identify each of the puppies when they won't stay still for a second.

By the end, most of the dogs are already falling asleep around you; even some on top of you. And when you are done with the tags, Ghost moves to the desk to sign the last documents required.

“Oh, no!” You exclaim getting his attention. “He peed on me!” You whine, moving the puppy that was on your lap and getting out. Holding the t-shirt away from your body, a big, circular spot in the middle of it.

Ghost chuckles when he sees you, noticing a familiar tag on it. “Wait, is that…”

“Soap's t-shirt?” You ask, looking at what he's pointing. “Yeah, it is.”

That turns Ghost's chuckle into a whole belly laugh as he stands, finished all the work, picking it up. “Let's go to the room, I'll lend you one of mine.”

“You got a room in here?” You ask walking after him.

“Yeah, nothing major. Price managed to get us a room for each of us, Gaz and Soap share theirs cause they are clingy but Price and I got our own. Rank privileges.” He says winking at you, slightly blushing for some reason at such a silly gesture.

The room is close by, and when you enter Ghost sits on his bed dropping the papers on his desk. You take off the shirt, careful not to touch it with your face in the process. In his bathroom, you wash the part of your abdomen that you feel moist, grimacing at the knowledge it is pee and walk back into the room. Not bothering to put on a shirt and sitting on Ghost's lap, your legs going around his hips.

He looks at you, hugging you back and a look of mischievousness in his eyes.

“So you told Johnny that you loved him.” Ghost suddenly says, blood blushing to your face making you hide it on his neck as you groan.

“He couldn't stay quiet, could he?” You ask, making the man chuckle as his hand moves up and down your back.

“Nah, you would have threatened him with stopping to love him or something for him to be quiet.” He jokes, his other hand resting on your thigh. “But why do you want him not to say anything, love? Embarrassed of him?”

“No. Of me.” You admit, mumbling against his skin while you hug his torso.

“Explain.” He simply says, pulling words out of you; feeling a certain wave of proudness that you found a safe space to talk in him, even if hiding your face.

“I feel silly… too exposed… I don't like it…” you say, burying your face even more if possible trying to hide.

“It is overwhelming, right? He asks, resting his head on top of yours. “And confusing… it is already confusing coming to terms with the feeling of one person, let alone four of them, right?”

You simply nod against his neck, like a stubborn kid getting called out.

“And you feel the pressure to automatically love the four of them. There is that one person that you feel like the relationship is a bit more forward or is just different from the rest, maybe you met them before or clicked easier with them. But now, it is not fair to the rest so you start to force yourself to love them too, and it is not that you don't, is that you are not letting the relationship evolve naturally and you are pressuring it, and it doesn't feel right. And then, that turns into feeling that they are gonna notice it, and they are going to hate you and you are going to lose them all, but now you want them and instead of feeling love you feel scared and you don't want to admit it.” He says calmly, each word as if he was reading your mind. You look up to him, brows furrowed and glossy eyes. “Right?”

“How do you…” you half ask, looking into his eyes that crinkle when he smiles.

“Well, birdie.” He says with a soft chuckle. “We didn't wake up one day and decided we were all married together and everything was perfect. It took us years to finally set everything in.”

“Years?” You ask surprised by the time.

Simon hums as an answer. “We met you a month ago. So you already doing a better job than all of us.” He chuckles. “I'm pretty sure I was the one who did the shittiest job with it, to be honest… I kept thinking Soap didn't like me back, that he was afraid to tell me off and that was why he wanted more with Gaz and Price. Funniest thing is that we were not really dating because I was already unsure about him liking me more than physically.”

“And how did you do it?” You ask.

“Well, the thing that I struggled the most was with how jealous was of the way Soap would look at them. Once I got my head out of my own ass I realised he look at me just like that as well…” He says cupping your face. “And I'm pretty sure he is starting to look at you just like that too. And he is not the only one.”

You look up into his eyes, you have never seen them like they look at the moment. Clear with emotions, no walls in between, just pouring into you the reassurance you so badly need. It brings tears to your eyes, not sad, simply feeling like the door holding all the anxiousness and self-doubt has just been opened and those feelings are being flushed out.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask with a sob, your hand reaching to the bottom of his mask not daring to actually touch it until he tells you it's okay. He nods, helping you take it off; and before you can kiss him he cups your face stopping you.

“You are alright, birdie?” He asks, concern obvious in his voice. You quickly nod, not wanting to use words and Ghost takes pity on you, probably for seeing himself on you, because he doesn't push you and leans forward crashing his lips against yours.

His hands move down to your hips, pulling you tightly against him; his tongue finds its way inside dancing along with yours. You grab his shoulders, his wide hands engulfing your ribs pulling you close.

Your hips grind against his crotch making him groan into your mouth, his cock coming to life against your ass. One of his hands moves lower, to where your spine ends and pushes you helping you move against him.

“Aww, poor birdie needs me to fuck all my love into her tight sweet cunt?” He coos into your neck, making you whine out of embarrassment. “Show her how much we want her, our treasured birdie. So luckily that we found you, you know that?”

Ghost moves to kiss your cheeks, drinking your tears as he does. His hand find its way inside of your pants, sliding down until he reaches your entrance groaning when he feels the wetness.

“So wet already, birdie?” He snickers looking at your face as you close your eyes, biting your lips as you keep moving your hips trying to get his finger inside of you. He indulges you, inserting two fingers inside your weeping cunt making you arch your back as a soft moan escapes your lips.

It is fast, the way he easily takes off your clothes; barely making you stand to take off your clothes before he has you straddling his lap. He's still clothed when you pull him down, making him lay on his back with you still on his lap.

“I want to ride you, Simon Riley.”

And who in the hell is he to deny your wishes? He doesn't even stop to think how you learnt his name, Johnny most likely. But you standing over him, hair framing your face, light from outside illuminating you from behind looking like a fucking angel. And it takes him a minute, to remember that he has free will to roam your body with his hands.

He helps you undo his pants, only taking them down to his mid-thigh before pulling his dick out of his briefs. Simon knows you are not as stretched as you should be, but when he sees you spit down on his tip rubbing your small hand up and down, he too can't wait any longer.

He helps you, lowering you on his dick as it stretches you to the brim. He sees the look of pure ecstasy on your face; eyes dropping close, brown furrow and lip between your teeth keeping you from moaning out loud.

He is no better than you, his fingertips dig into the fat of your hips with a bruising strength, his eyes locked into the way your lips spread to allow his dick deep into you. He groans when he feels your hip flush against his, smiling when he sees you grind forward to find friction against your clit; your legs slightly buckling when his trimmed pubes give you that needed touch.

He moves his hand forward, brushing the soft fuzz of your abdomen as he presses his hand on it placing his hand right where he knows his tip is at. Pressing down at it and moving his thumb slowly down your body, making you feel him inside of you; almost able to tell every vein of his shaft.

It must also do something for him with the way he groans, using his other hand to move your hips back and forward savouring every millimetre of friction that it gives him. You press your hands on his chest, bending your knees under you getting in position to move up and down.

He sighs, a feeling of victory in his heart as he moves both his arms to cross them under his head; as if he was simply sunbathing on the beach and not having sex.

You chuckle when you see him, a refreshing of sight of seeing him smile satisfied with himself and with no mask on the way.

“Enjoying the view, Riley?” You tease, still not moving and letting yourself rest for a second.

“Very.” He simply answers, you the white of his teeth peeks as he gives you a tiny smile. “Was it Johnny that told you?”

“Obviously.” You chuckle back, Simon's eyebrow twitching when you do and your cunt clenches around him. “He actually said your name right before eating my ass… I’m still figuring out how to feel about it.”

Your comment makes him chuckle, moving inside of you forcing an intake of air in you. “Nah, that’s just cause you have a bloody nice arse, birdie. Must have reminded him of mine.”

You shake your head. “I’ll have to check it myself then.” You say, raising your chin.

“Aw, for fucks sake. I already have to hide my arse from Johnny, not from you too.” He laughs, covering his eyes with his arm.

“Aww, Simon, you getting shy.” You tease him, softly pulling his arm.

“Ha, I’ll show you shy.” He says with a chuckle, he grabs your calves one on each hand pulling you up. It forces you to plant your hands on each side of his head when he pulls your lower body up. It leaves you holding yourself up, with only your hands on the bed, legs spread open and his dick resting on your entrance having forced out with the change in position.

You look down, seeing the clear string of arousal linking the two of you together, and you watch as he slowly lowers your hips; his tip catching at your entrance and he suddenly thrusts his hips up filling you up easily.

It forces the air out of your lungs, leaving you with your mouth open right over his face and if you had your eyes open you would be able to see that he looks just as fucked out as you. Eyes closed in bliss, mouth open and head slightly tilted back.

He moves you up and down, using you like a human fleshlight, the humble show of his sheer strength only fueling your arousal. This man has the strength to break you in two, and instead is using all his power to make you feel good.

It is an angle at which he reaches so deep, every time he lowers your or his hips rises it is skin on skin; there is not an inch of his dick that is not inside of you. Your arousal drips down, making plat plat plat sounds every time your clit kisses his body.

It has your mind empty, focusing on keeping yourself up but every thrust threatens to make you fall face-first on his. Your arms start to shake after a bit, it is hard to stay up when you are getting fuck within an inch of your life.

You lower yourself, choosing to rest on your forearms; getting closer to his face but still keeping yourself off of him. “Getting tired, birdie?” He asks between grunts. “Better cum soon them, love.”

He changes the angle again, and somehow the new angle makes it easier for him to reach that point inside of you that has your eyes rolling back into your skull; moaning his name loudly as you feel your climax approach suddenly.

“Yeah, just like that, birdie.” He says, satisfied with himself that he was able to have you coming undone so quickly. “C’mon, birdie, give to me, love.”

You whine, wanting to hold on a little bit longer; just a bit more.

But it is just a couple thrusts more than have you finally collapsing over him, barely dodging his face on your way down when you come; arms shaking when you feel him let go of you just to rub your clit in tight circles to make you climax last making you moan on his hear.

He lets you breathe when you slap his hand, chuckling to himself when you do and he lets you rest. With you resting on him, both your arms over his head and his face on your chest.

It takes you a moment to catch your breath back, and when you do you look down to see his dick still red and angry. “You didn't finish…”

“I know, I had another plan.” He says. “Are you alright, love?” He asks, and when you nod he smiles. Standing up keeping you on his arms, your legs around his hips. “Let’s go visit Price.”

“What?” You ask, dumbfounded when you see him start to walk towards the door. “Wait, no, we are naked, people will see.”

“No, they won’t. And I’m dressed.” He argues, and he is right. His only skin showing being his dick and his face. Funny enough.

You hug him, hiding your face on his neck and accepting your fate. He walks outside, he knows perfectly fine that only he and Price are on this side of the base but you don't need to know that. He reaches Price's office in less than a minute which for you feels like an eternity and he knocks on the door, going in when Price says “C’mon in” from the inside.

“Night, Captain.” He says as if it is the most normal interaction.

“Well, hello Simon.” The captain answers, chuckling when he sees you still hiding. “Hi, birdie.”

You still feel yourself burn with embarrassment, mumbling a tiny Hi as an answer; only pulling your face out when Simons sits you on Price's desk. “Lay down.” Simon tells you.

You look behind you, seeing as Price moves everything so you can lay back; choosing to prop yourself on your elbows to remain able to look at them.

“Give me a kiss?” Price asks, still sitting on his chair and you give him a soft peck on the lips making the man smile, his moustache moving as he does. “Are you having fun?”

“I am.” You answer and you turn to Ghost. “But he isn’t”

Ghost scoffs at you, slapping your thigh at the same time. “And who says I’m not having fun.”

“He didn't finish.” You tell Price, looking up at him, feeling like a kid snitching on somebody.

“And whose fault is that?” Ghost answers, teasing you.

It makes you gasp, feeling offended by his words and you sidekick him his ribs not strong enough to actually hurt him. “Don't say those things to me, I feel bad later!” You admit

“Now, now, settle down the both of you.” He says chuckling as he stands up, slowly walking to stand beside Ghost. “If you have so much energy why don't you fuck it out instead of fighting.”

Ghost groans between your legs, and it's then that you notice that Price is fisting his cock, moving his rough hand slowly up and down Ghost's length aligning it with your entrance. He pushes Ghost forward, filling you up once more and making you moan softly.

“Lay down.” Price tells you this time, and you oblige letting your back rest against the table. Ghost’s hands move to the underside of your thighs, keeping them up closer to your chest. His hips move slowly in and out of you, and you notice one of his hands slip from your leg.

Wet sounds catch your attention and when you look up you see Price kissing Ghost, his hand on the back of Ghost's head and Ghost’s hand wrapped around Price’s shaft. He moves his hand at the same pace as the one set by his hips fucking you, you barely hear them moan into each other mouth. The slightest twitch of their eyebrow when they touch a weak spot.

You notice Price’s hand on Ghost’s waist under his shirt, rubbing circles with his thumb and slightly pushing him forward to meet your hips. The one that is behind his head closes around his hair, pulling his head slightly back and Price moves to kiss the man’s throat, a moan leaving Ghost’s mouth as he looks up.

You see Price drag his tongue flat against Ghost’s neck, moving up to behind his ear biting at his lobe and it is then that he catches you staring; a smirk appearing on his face. “I think birdie is a little perver that likes to watch…” He snitches, a tone of voice that lets you know you are in trouble.

“I think she just wants more attention… Can’t have enough, do you, birdie?” Ghost asks, grunting as he keeps thrusting in and out.

“Not true...” You mumble, half whining. You follow Price as he moves away from Ghost, his hand finding its way back to your leg. Price stands behind you, pressing his hand on your chest to make you lie down coming face to face with his dick right in front of your face.

“Maybe if you have a cock down your throat you will stop lying.” He says, fisting his dick and probing your lips. You open your mouth slowly, expecting him to ease his way inside little by little. Instead, the moment your mouth is opened enough he thrusts forward, making you gag.

“Fuck!” You heard Ghost groan. “Do it again, captain. She clenched down so hard when you did.”

Price chuckles, pulling back and bending down to look at your face. He grabs your hand, moving it so his fingers are on your palm. “If it gets too much, grab it twice, alright, love?” He instructs and you nod, opening your mouth back again eagerly.

He doesn't waste time, filling your mouth back at the same time Ghost does, making you arch your back at the double stimulation. Something about the unusual harder way that the both of them are fucking you tonight truly ignites something inside of you. Ever since your weekend with Soap, something in the dynamics of the five seems to have changed.

Before, they would always touch you with such care as if scared you would break or that they would scare you off if they pressed a bit too hard. Always putting you in front of them, making sure you were enjoying it most time not even caring about themselves.

Not that they are not caring about it today, but there is a certain edge about it that shows that they are enjoying it doing it harder not for the extra friction but for the feeling that they are allowed to do it to you and you are basking on the attention received.

Price and Ghost thrust in and out so hard that for a second you fear they may meet in the middle, their hands roam your body, pressing, scratching, slightly slapping just to make you jump at the sting.

Price leans forward to kiss Ghost again, the change in angle making his shaft hit deeper in your throat making you grab his finger in reflex; once, not twice. And once he is sure of it, he keeps fucking your skull without much of a care.

It is not much longer after that you feel your second climax on the night approach, not that you could do much about it. The change in Price's attitude, from worshipping you on your first night to the lack of care of tonight truly opens your eyes to the wide range of possibilities with the man.

And the way Ghost has been filling you up, cunt stretched to accommodate the wide size of his shaft on every thrust has you wailing around Price when his thumb rubs your clit in tight circles. You combust on a loud moan around Price, Ghost holding your hips hard as he picks up the pace trying to reach his as well, grunting loudly and pulling out last second to paint your abdomen white with his spend, groaning at the sigh.

It is Price the last to come, letting go of your hand to wrap both of his around your throat to fuck it harder. It makes you panic for a second, the lack of his hand translating to a lack of communication to let him know if it is too much. It only lasts until Ghost’s hand takes Price’s place, keeping you grounded as he moves to your side kissing your hand.

Price's hands wrap harder than expected, making it almost impossible to breathe and having to lean on holding your breath for as long as Price needs hoping to have the lungs capacity. He finally does, right as you start to think about tapping out, he comes deep down your throat, coughing when he finally lets go of your neck.

He pulls back, letting you breathe, marvelling at the sight of his pretty bird looking so filthy with his and his Lieutenant come on her body. He sits back down on his chair, picking you up to sit you down on his lap; using the tissues on his desk to wash as good as he can the come and spit drying up on your face as you are still coughing up a bit.

Post-nut clarity hits Price hard when he sees the imprints on his hands on your neck, they are just red for the lack of oxygen; he knows perfectly fine there will be no marks in the morning. But right now you are coughing up a lung and his hands are around your neck.

He cuddles you, kissing your head as he bathes you in apologies. “I’m sorry, birdie. I was too rough, sorry, love.”

You shake your head, making him look down at your face, heart warming up when he sees a little mischievous smile on your mouth. “I liked it.” You say, voice hoarse and scratched.

Ghost chuckles behind you, crouching down to let a glass of water on your hands. “You were right, Captain. She is a little perver.” He jokes, dropping a kiss on your forehead.

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Only two more chapters to go to finish this series, and I dont know how to feel about it.

I only need to write the finale, and revise the next one, AAAAA so nervous.

Once I'm done with that I'll do a lot of blogkeeping so it is a lot more tidy because it is A MESS right now, and I want it to be easier to find everything I have written before adding more to the chaos.

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bitchlessdino · 10 months

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okok i'm here for a request

wonwoo as your coworker who you've been having an office romance with - which you have been taking as a joke. everyone thinks you'll get together, and you play along with that. but wonwoo is very serious.

so late night booty call from coworker!wonwoo? or maybe drunk dial to wonwoo and the aftermath the next day (fucking in the office)

Pairing: wonwoo x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.9k

tags: office au, feturin bartender!chan and coworker!mingyu, mentions of alcohol, exhibitionism, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, pet name

author note: hi bee ily bee, you're messed up for this bee. but im worse for producing it gdjgwkjg. anyways enjoy wonu rot

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Wonwoo is a handsome guy and it was clear as day to everyone in the office. You like having a bit of his attention. He’s funny and quite friendly with you, but that is perhaps because the first time you met you had the courage to fight with him over the last jam-filled donut in the break room. Since then, there’s never not been a reason to talk as if you’ve known each other forever.

You admit some of the socializing you’ve been having with Wonwoo is more than what you do with any other coworker, let alone friend, but you were just playing along and it was too late to go back. Besides, both of you know what this is. All this talk was simply harmless flirting, playful jokes, and lively banter. You make it clear at the end of it all that there is nothing between you and Wonwoo, that things are as platonic as two subordinates can get.

You can’t say the rest of the office believes that though, seeing as so many of them with jealous glares in your direction or the nudges from the suspecting coworkers that ‘lowkey ship’ you two together as if you were some characters in television.

“Ugh, you two make me sick. Just get together and have beautiful children already.”

You and Wonwoo shared a harmonious chuckle together, one louder in humor and it wasn’t the man dashing in a silk silver necktie.

“I wish I could, but they like to sleep on the left side even though I also sleep on the left side and I don't know how that would work,” Wonwoo knocks against your shoulder

“Not to mention he likes cats way more than dogs and the fact that we could never really be together because we’re just good coworkers.”

“Right,” he lightly punches, indicating agreement. “It’d be a really bad idea if we were actually together.”

You raise your brows, almost offended. “Woah, woah. I never said it was really bad.”

“But you were thinking about it.”

“Lover quarrel I hear?” Mingyu butts in after getting his morning joe. “They’re always at it at this time of day.”

You roll your eyes at the giant. “All I’m saying is. I and Wonwoo are good together at work. Just work. Dare I say he’s a good work husband, even if he steals the last of the pastries—“

“Will you ever let that go—“

“No—and that’s all there is everyone. Sorry to disappoint.”

The crowd gives their share of snide smirks before dispersing. Mingyu is the last to stay behind, a Cheshire smile on his face. “Sure, you two. Just keep your hands to yourself around here…if you can help it.”

You were about to throw a light kick at the man before he started scurrying off, leaving you and Wonwoo in your lonesome as always.

“They mean no harm by the way,” Wonwoo points out, “but if it bothers you that much, I can tell them to lay off.”

“Nu-uh,” you reply, shaking your head, “and make me look like a buzzkill? I don’t mind the back and forth. Just don’t anyone get the wrong idea that our jokes are actually serious?”

“Yeah, because it’d be just awful to be caught dating someone like me.”

You groan at his choice of words. “That is not what I said. Stop putting words in my mouth. This is why we wouldn’t work together.”

Wonwoo shrugs, a smile on his face that truly does brighten up a whole room. God, no wonder people think you’re dating him. What single man smiles like that? “Alright, sweet face. Fine. Who cares what they think? We know left from right, okay?” There’s a hint in his tone that says otherwise but you decide to ignore it.

“Okay, good. Anyways, what are your plans tonight? Up for another night of Valo queue?”

“I actually have plans tonight.”

“Oh?” You say wiggling your eyebrows. “Hot date?”

“Maybe? Haven’t met them yet.”

You’re playful expression fades. “Oh, actually? Wow. You must be…excited.”

He shrugs, freshening up his mug. “It’s nice to have plans outside of binge-watching TV at home, so a little bit.”

Your smile can’t seem to reach your ears until you’ve found a way to find the humor out of it. “That sounds nice. I wanna be set up—Wonwoo don’t you have any hot friends?”

Wonwoo feigns thought, clicking his tongue, now noticing the watch on his wrist. “Well, would you look at the time? Back to work.”

You sneer at him leaving you unanswered, following after him to continue the rest of your day. This is how most days went. Outside of work, you shared your personal interests with him, such as video games—perhaps adding to the assumption that you both seem very couple forward—but otherwise, that was all. There was nothing else that made you more than people who work in close proximity together, and not by your own fault either.

Despite this dynamic, Wonwoo is a private person and you only know what he lets you know. Perhaps, that’s why you are so dead set on keeping the formality the way it is. Who knows the type of person he is behind doors?

You try not to be curious about him for the sake of your circumstance, but the thought of Wonwoo and his date stays in the back of your mind, pestering you like an insect well into the afternoon until after work. That’s when you decide to hit up the local bar, grab a drink—or 5–and catch up with your favorite bartender, Chan, to see what he’s up to. He’s normally a good distraction, seeing as he can talk circles around any subject while jumping from one to the other, and you think it starts to make you forget why ever you came in the first place.

However, ‘drunk you’ does whatever the fuck they want, even if ‘sober you’ says otherwise. You seem to forget that every time you go out, perhaps because you think you’ve overcome that part of you after a while of not drinking. Truth was you haven’t.

“Hellooo…”

The dial tone plays on the other end and you continue your incessant greeting until you’re met with a familiar and confused sound. You automatically grin, clutching the device close to your ear in hopes of hearing his voice again.

“Wonwoo…are you and you having fun…”

You hear shuffling in the background, unaware it was Wonwoo checking caller ID to make sure it was you. “Are you doing okay?”

“Me? I’m great…how are you bud? Buddy? Companion? Bestie?”

“Okay. Where are you right now?”

You chortle, glancing back at Chan who is preoccupied with other customers but watching you from the corner of his eye concerned. “Hehe, I’m with a friend. A very handsome friend…”

Chan lets out a light chuckle before finishing up the drink and handing it to the person waiting. He strolls out to you, listening in on the rest of your call as he pretends to clean up glasses.

“Handsome friend?” Wonwoo repeats.

“Very handsome.”

You aren’t sure what’s going on with you, but you feel the urge to simply narrate everything around you, making sure the man on the other line hears every word.

“Is there a reason you’re calling me, Y/n?”

You hum against the phone in pondering. “Just…because. It’s you.”

“Me?”

“You.”

Chan lightly scoffs at the scene, almost seeing the pink in your eyes as you speak to whoever is on the other end and politely asks for your phone. You pout at him, denying him the device, but with a stern look, you melt into mush and soon obliged.

“Hi, you must be Y/n’s friend right? They’re at the Carat Club right now and it looks like they’ve had enough to drink.”

Wonwoo hums into the phone before responding back cautiously. “Are you the handsome friend?”

Chan grins hearing the hint of jealousy. “Why yes, I am.”

“You don’t sound that handsome.”

“Well, you can judge for yourself because I’m also the bartender here. If you aren’t too busy, I’d really appreciate you getting them home. I’ll keep an eye on them but I can only do that for so long with the rush we’re having.”

There’s a moment of silence on the phone that makes the young bartender think the calls have dropped until the gravelly voice on the other end begrudgingly agrees, quickly hanging up right after.

Chan sets the phone back to your side, doing what he’s promised to do. After some time, he recognizes Wonwoo right away by his frantic arrival and the bartender waves him over. Wonwoo scans your current state with a frown creasing his eyes. He tries shaking your sides, and see how little effect it makes.

“How much have they had to drink?”

“A couple of cocktails but by how early they’ve gotten here I assume they haven’t eaten. Best to take them home before it goes right through them.”

“Thanks,” Wonwoo, picks you up by your limp arms and supports your side in the direction of the door. When he’s out of sight, he quietly curses to himself about the accuracy of the bartender’s appearance before settling you in his passenger seat.

His goal is to get you rested and safe. Seeing as your driver's license is doctored from the city several hours from where they are, he assumes it is in need of an update, and tries to pry your address out of you. To no avail, nothing useful comes out from your drunk slurred lips and he ends up taking you to his home, dumping you on his bed, and tucking you in.

You don’t remember anything after the third drink: making that call to Wonwoo, or the debacle of trying to get you home, or his persistence in climbing up the flight of stairs in his own home with the extra body weight. You can only assume the worst when you wake up the following day in a foreign bedroom; your internal alarm was clock accurate as always. You jump from the sheets in pure fear, scanning your surroundings for an owner, when you realize you still have the clothes you wore to work the day before.

Promptly, Wonwoo walks towards the bedroom you occupy from the wide open door and greet you, a smile on his face. “Good, you’re up. Work is in an hour, I’ll get you there.” “Wonwoo, where am I?”

“My place. I would’ve taken you home if you had been more cooperative.”

It takes your eyes some adjusting but you soon realize the lack of clothing on his body, warranting the smooth, broad, and muscular appearance of a Jeon Wonwoo you wouldn’t dare dream of. You gulp at the sight taking it in before hearing him chuckle as he crosses his arms to obscure the view, forcing your eyes on his face that was bare of the thick pair of metal frames you are used to. Instead, you see his eyes, overflowing with warmth you worry you’d stumble upon seeing them. “Extra bathroom at the other end of the hall. I can lend you a shirt.”

“T-thanks.” You say before he disappears in order to get ready for another day.

You quickly finish what needed to be done, taking advantage of the oversized shirt Wonwoo left you behind and somehow making it work. Soon enough you’re off to the office, in his passenger, only time sober and a lot more self-conscious.

“Did I do or say anything weird?”

He lets out a deep, familiar chuckle. “Depends. What’s your definition of weird?”

You try thinking of an answer but none would come up, having you change your mind about getting his prompt response.

“If it’s any consolation, you didn’t get sick like I thought you would, and you were mostly asleep.”

“That just means I was a mess,” You whine.

“Perhaps, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Wait, what about your date? Don’t tell me you—“

“She canceled and I had nothing going on. You called at a good time.”

“I called you?” You question him in bemusement.

“Like I said, nothing I couldn’t handle.”

His repeating that phrase does something the chemical in your brain, retracing the dents of his torso as if they’re right in front you, glistening against the sun rays peaking out of the windows. The smile on his face makes your heart pound a little harder than you’re used to, and now you’re noticing the veins on his hands as he grips the wheel.

You feel yourself swallow. Hand to heart, you pat down as if trying to manually regulate it, but ultimately fail as Wonwoo continues to speak. This must be the embarrassment talking.

“For a second, I thought you called me to confess your undying love for me or something.”

“What?” You ask laughing a little too hard, for once grasping the humor in the situation with difficulty. “Why would you think that?”

“For one, you were drunk. It seemed likely.” He clears his throat, trying to focus on the road. “And maybe that’s what I wanted to hear.”

Those words settle into you like hot cement, frustratingly slow, and before you finally answer, you’re already back at work, following Wonwoo as you leave the car. When both obviously arrive together, the usual attention has multiplied by tenfold, and the treatment feels different than normal. More flustering a suffocating after the night you’ve had. Wonwoo is the only one to notice as he calmly escorts you to your cubicles, leaving the questions of your coworkers unanswered.

You aren't sure why they’re comments are getting you like this now, making you feel hot, hands clasped against your cheeks like a bashful child, but it bothers you throughout the day, forcing you to keep mostly to yourself. Its then Wonwoo, sends you a note, meeting him for lunch alone knowingly while everyone else planned a meal out. You hesitantly oblige to his request and when the time came around, it’s unexpectantly timid, awkward, and nerve-wracking. That’s not how monets with Wonwoo are supposed to go.

“You’ve been quiet.”

You bow you head. “Sorry.”

“Why are you being sorry?”

“I didn’t think I was bothering anyone.”

You don’t see it, but he rolls his eyes.“Well, you were bothering me. Talk to me, joke around with me, be mean to me I don’t know. The silence is annoying me.”

“...I’m sorry.”

“Apologizing again? Look at me.”

It was difficult given the predicament you’re in, but he forces you to anyways by lifting up your chin between his fingers. You watch a dark storm brew in his eyes and now you can’t bare to tear away.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?”

You don’t get it. For the past year, you’ve known him, there's only ever been amicable looks or gregarious smiles at a maximum, but in the deep pit of your stomach bubbles a new sensation that has finally festered enough to rise to the surface. You clench your legs in instinct, eyes fluttering back at him as you let each breath take a slow turn.

Intuitive as always, Wonwoo sees that shift in your eyes. It’s disturbing, daunting, and tempting all at once and he decides he can’t take it anymore.

With the break room wall behind you, he pushes you against it, claiming your lips and body until there is no way of escaping. His lips are soft against yours, but moves languidly and impatient, and the grip of his hands on your hips drains the energy out of your lower body. You attempt to chase his vigor, hands against your neck as you suppress your moans at how he kneads your flesh through your slacks only to press your thigh to his side.

“So I’m what’s wrong?” He asks in a low rasp against your lips.

You naturally hold him by the back of his neck, his nose nuzzling against yours. Wonwoo feels your lips part to speak, but he is in a daze by how soft they felt only seconds ago. “You are far from what’s wrong,” you finally answer.

Ridding of inhibitions and doubt, Wonwoo opens the storage closet behind you and shoves you in to lock you both inside. His hands run up your body needily, desperate to taste the skin underneath the shirt you’ve borrowed. You help him undress the same way he does to you, and your pristine pressed Van Hausens fall near your feet like rubble.

His lips then fall underneath your chin, trailing your neck, he refrains from leaving too much pressure but is almost swayed by your natural scent mixed in with his shampoo. He roughly plants you against a mostly empty shelf, the ice cold metal somehow burning your skin. He helps you tug off your slacks finding that sopping cunt that’s been dying to have him discover them since this morning.

“For me? Just for me?” He wastes no time shoving his hand down the frail fabric of your underwear and gliding his thick digits over your wet slit. “I don’t know if I can keep my hands to myself this time.”

Your voice reveals itself, saying his name in a way you wouldn’t dare let another person hear as long as you lived. He repeats the action, watching you crumble in front of him like award-winning cinema.

“I never heard you speak like that to me. I could get used to it.” He find your ear, his cat-like smile forming before his lips closes around your skin and his whispers cause the ripples of chills down your spine. “Say my name like that again for me, darling.”

You tremble under his touch, feeling his fingers dip into your heat enticingly. “Won…wooo…”

He lets out a soft and gentle moan, and the heat of his breath fans your pebbled skin. “Such a pretty little thing. I’ve dreamt how you’d be like this for me so often.”

“You…have?”

He presses a lingering kiss on your neck. “More than I can be proud of.” He curls his digits before taking light jerks, his thumb rubbing your arousal around the circumference of your clit. He drinks in your pretty pants, teeth grazing back at your skin. “You like me touching you? Aren’t I being such a good work husband?”

Your eyes screw shit, mouth etching open to give him a well-deserved praise, “So goo—“

“Where are my keys,” a voice breaks outside the door.

Wonwoo seizes his fingers from you and clamps them over your mouth, your arousal basically coating your lips and his eyes staring back at you intently.

“Where did they go anyway?”

Wonwoo shushes you with pursed lips. “Better be quiet.” His tone is stern but his actions say otherwise as his zipper comes down in a fraction of a second. “It’s in our best interest not to get caught, right?”

His name muffles under his palm, squeezing the life out of your cheeks as he exposes the bulging cock that’s been fighting away at him since he kissed you. Your eyes dart in their direction, beading perspiration across your forehead, and you feel yourself clench around nothing as his cock draws closer to your fluttering heat.

Your eyes double their size and then shrink to half the size once he’s inside you. His raw, long heat pushes into your core inch by inch, and you feel the necessary evil to bite down his palm. If Wonwoo was bothered by it, he doesn’t show it as he claims you with deep strokes, having your hands rest against his firm pectorals in reluctant trust. His low grunts can only be heard by you and the slight fog in his glasses is apparent the closer he thrust into you, even in the dim closet lighting,

Outside these walls still is a confused Mingyu, not foreseeing the event occurring behind a door mere feet away. “Maybe, they went somewhere else for lunch.”

You audibly squeak within the tight space and Wonwoo shushes you again, knocking back into with a curt but harsh slam before forcing your walls to hold his cock inside you like a natural plug. “You’re gonna get us in trouble, darling. I’m not done with you yet.” An accumulated thrill runs through your veins at the thought of being caught, taking every thrust with pressure and liquifying at the devious smile on your rumored boyfriend’s face.

“No they’re not here,” the intruder says to a voice unheard from their distance. “…Coming!”

His footsteps noticeably scan the perimeter once last time before they retreated further and further away.

“Finally,” Wonwoo breathes out, “now I have you all to myself.” Although he states that, he doesn’t let go of your mouth, in fact, you swear his hand is getting tighter and now his face closer, finally processing the spearmint on his breath “We should still be careful. Can you be quiet for me?”

You quietly nodded, grasping at his body desperately, gesturing for him to keep going.

He scoffs. “My darling being impatient?” He pulls out almost his entire length before shoving back into you, earning a feeble tremble. “My. Cock. Making. You. Needy. Hm?”

You nod back at him, holding back your tears, nails digging into his shoulder blades.

“Eyes on me, darling. Your work husband is need of your attention while I fuck you senseless.”

Shallow breaths escape your nostrils, finally meeting his eyes, which seemed to have lost the thick barrier of his glasses somehow already set on the shelf behind him. “Would you like for me to cum in you?”

You gingerly nod.

“Will you listen to everything I say when I let go of your mouth?”

Like a glitch, you nod the same exact way.

“Such a good little darling.”

His cock fills you up as naturally as breathing does. While his lips are home against yours, tongue entangling to the point it becomes sex itself. Your hushed moans are music to his ears and bear motive as his cock plunges deeper and harder inside you. He doesn’t mind how you bit his lips, nor how your nails drag against his back, rather he revels in it, doubling over you to push his cock inside you deeper until you're unable to contain your screams and he’s forced to silence you again.

You whisper how you’re close and it’s a natural drug, encouraging him to only ram inside you and claim the sweet sound of your orgasm coating decadently around his cock. He handles it rather gentlemanly, fairly as his cock is next to ripple in climax, shooting his thick over churned honey until it fills your heat until the point of fully occupancy. His arms come around you in a firm grasp, bruising your lips until you’re imprinted with the memory of him.

You let out light pants, awkwardly thanking his promptly done tasks before you’re whisked away again by his perfect, salvia-sheened lips. “That was very…superb.”

Strange adjective but it’s done the job, you think.

“I’m glad you think so,” he chuckles in a way that tells you things are far from over and you’re proven correct when he brings up your legs, thighs crushing his cheeks that splays the most impish smile. “But we still have 15 minutes of our lunch and a man’s gotta eat.”

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hannie-dul-set · 9 months

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CRASH & BURN.

p — PARK SUNGHOON x gn! reader. g — fluff, humor. w — swearing, one absolutely horrendous dad joke, the secondhand embarrassment is even worse this time i'm not sorry at all, the rest of the en-kids are also losers. 1.3k words.

note — listen, who am i to deny the public from their needs and wants? i have no idea how rizzless hoon became such a hit, but ask and you shall receive. i'm sure this won't be the last you'll see of this loser. PART ONE. if you enjoy loser! hoon, you might also enjoy this other series of mine.

also tagging those who were asking for a part two hope u all don't mind! — @gyulune @jngwnlvs @snowysab @miercerise @karinasswifee @cerealdreamwriter @dinonuguaegi @tyongff-ff

for the past five days, you have been routinely returning to the skatepark at the same time without fail. this has obviously attracted questions from your friends considering the first time you tried out a longboard, you crashed and scraped and bruised your chin within seconds, but you can’t exactly tell them the truth about your endeavor— that you’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of mr. kuromi bandaid with the rollerblades again, and being left disappointed every single time.

he hasn’t shown up. not even once.

it’s day five, and there’s still no sign of him nor his lollipop. it’s day five, and you’re just about to give up until you spot from your peripheral a familiar group of boys that scared the shit out of you the other day— except this time, they aren’t staring at you like maniacs, and they seem to be one person less.

“are you fucking stupid?” you overhear as you hesitantly approach their circle, cautious steps because they’re still as intimidating as you can remember. they all look so serious, two individuals glaring at each other while the rest simply watch, both unconcerned and amused. “oh yeah? you really think you can beat me? wanna duke it out right now, dickwad?”

cold sweat breaks out and you freeze in your tracks, expecting them to spiral into a fist fight.

“my dragonite will sweep your fucking team, loser.”

“your dragonbitch doesn’t stand a chance against my tyranitar!”

nevermind. you really shouldn’t be so quick to judge them again.

you regain the bounce in your step and race up before they could metaphorically kick each other's asses.

“hi!”

you flinch when the six heads suddenly snap towards you. your smile twitches, discomfort lasering into your skin from the half a dozen set of narrowed eyes leering at you so intently and so intensely. “who are you?” the one previously bragging about his dragonite asks.

“dumbass.” another one smacks the former on the backside of his skull. “it’s shoelaces.”

the nickname sets a few lightbulbs off, and a pair breaks away from their violent staring at you to give each other knowing glances. “oh, shit!” this time it’s mr. tyranitar who exclaims. “right. the dude hoon absolutely decimated himself in front of. poor guy. he’s still going through the five stages of grief.”

hoon must mean sunghoon. you want to open your mouth and present your business about the missing individual, but it’s not so easy to butt in when they’re busy conversing amongst themselves.

“what do they want?”

“how should i know? i’m not them?”

“no fucking shit. but what do you think they want?”

“maybe it’s about hoon?”

“no way. that guy’s done for.”

“hey, don’t be too harsh on him! he’s grieving!”

“what if it’s because we‘re being too loud—”

“what if they’re here to have a pokemon batt—”

“you do realize they can hear you, right?”

light-haired guy is right. you can very much hear them, and they’ve all finally quieted down, slowly turning their heads to you once more but with a dampened intensity this time. they’re waiting for you to speak. you can’t believe you thought they were scary. you can’t believe you were intimidated by a group of nerds.

“sorry for the intrusion,” you smile, pressing your palms together. “i noticed one of your friends hasn’t been coming around lately. is he okay?”

a cough. a nudge. a silent conversation between the six pairs of eyes. “he’s been sick these past few days,” dragonite owner finally says. “sickeningly unbearab— ow!”

your smile disappears. “oh no.” he’s sick? he already didn’t seem that strong when you met him the other day, collapsing into the ground and all.

“i think you can help him get better— ouch! jungwon, what the fuck?” one of them gets hit again. you’re sure it’s been the same guy hitting the rest of them since earlier.

“why are you asking about him?”

the nicest looking one squeezes out of their group while asking his earnest question, fishing out the answer from you with bright, curious eyes. “ah,” you sound out. “i just wanted to tell him that i also think his shoelaces are really cool.”

they stare at you, then stare at each other. and then someone spews out, “is that a new pick-up line, or some shit?” before getting hit again, and the light-haired guy comes forward to block the squabble happening behind him, and to tell you that they’ll be dragging their friend tomorrow at the same time (isn’t he supposed to be sick?) so you can compliment his shoelaces in person(?), and that they are looking forward to welcoming you to their family (whatever the fuck that means).

as promised, they do drag the sick man into the skatepark— literally dragging him because the guy who introduced himself yesterday as jake is pulling him forward by the sleeve while jungwon pushes him from behind as the wheels of his roller skates make sure that sunghoon keeps on moving. he looks like he’s ready to move on into the afterlife. your eyes light up when they drag him closer.

“c’mon, hyung! just a little bit more— a liiiiittle bit—

“i told you, i’m never coming back here again!“ you hear him groan, attempting to break away from his escort team. “never ever. never again. this is is where half of my dignity is buried. my pride. my shame. my—”

and then he freezes.

sunghoon gets frozen by an invisible force when your eyes meet, frozen but his cheeks are set ablaze. his friends did a great job in escorting him to you, encasing him and in consequence his view of his surroundings until you’re within an arm’s reach so he doesnt run away. the heat from his face thaws him back into movement, panicked and angry expressions sent to his friends and they all look pretty stupid trying to talk with just their eyebrows, but it’s cute nonetheless.

“hey!” you finally chipper in, causing sunghoon to freeze once more, creaking to meet your gaze.

“h—hello. hi.”

sunghoon’s greeting comes out as a choke. jake and jungwon send each other signals before hurling the poor boy at you.

it’s like he’s suddenly forgotten how to skate. he can’t control his muscles, sliding over the short path at a dangerous speed that mimics his racing heart and oh shit— oh shit, oh shit. how does he stop again? how does he make a turn? how does he not fucking crash into you like a meteor being sucked into the earth’s orbit?

“oh!”

like all of his (very limited) interactions with you, sunghoon crashes and burns. it’s inevitable. but this time, he crashes and burns into you. you’re both on the concrete and his hand feels like it got crushed between the hard ground and the back of your head, but that pain quickly subsides into a numbing buzz, pumping his arteries with nectar, burning his veins with gasoline, because holy crap—

“close.”

“you’re right, that was a close call,” you breathe out. “i could’ve cracked my skull open.”

“i— i mean, close, you’re— you’re too close.”

does he realize that you can’t exactly move underneath him? he probably doesn’t, not when you can practically see the smoke emitting from his head and the panicked swirl in his eyes and you can’t help but laugh. “ah, sorry.” that was a mistake. sunghoon’s face flushes warmer and like a hammer to his skull, the realization hits and he and slowly pries himself off of you.

“sorry—”

“it’s fine.” you sit up and brush the dust off your clothes, stretching out your legs as you nudge yourself closer to him on the ground. “your friends told me you’ve been sick. are you feeling better now?”

“huh?”

you’re not sure why he’s confused, but he looks very confused before turning his gaze to his friends. you find jay snapping out a thumbs up and sunoo’s stern face somehow reading don’t fucking blow it. he turns back to you with a lot more sweat on his neck than prior. “oh, yeah i was sick, i was so sick, ahaha—” he stammers. “a—anyway, what’s up?”

“i just wanted to see you again. it’s not everyday that i get a compliment on my shoelaces, you know?” you smile. “what about today? aren’t they prettier than the last ones?”

you wiggle your shoes to show off, laced in a complicated pattern that you’ve been practicing for the past five days, and you expect to receive another compliment for it, but sunghoon is oddly quiet.

he’s quiet. you’re sure you chose a cool pair of shoes this morning. you’re about to be disappointed, until you notice that he’s actually thinking. he’s thinking very hard he’s thinking of something, and that something comes out of his mouth in the form of a badly timed pun.

“...what about...toe-day...”

park sunghoon only knows how to crash and burn. all his friends are a witness to that. they’re a witness to this events that transpired this afternoon, but what they didn’t expect is for you to have an affinity for disasters. you’re laughing at his dumb joke. you’re actually laughing. they’ve been shitting on sunghoon for being hopeless, but maybe there’s something wrong with you, too.

CRASH & BURN.

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angelwhisp3rs · 4 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ man like me

Pairing: RE!2 Leon x fem!reader

Summary: Leon has gone through so much training, life always made it look like he didn't luck out. Always the butt of the joke, he questioned if he would ever be a man. His partner seems to think he is man enough for her <3

Tags: Smut; bj; he cums in her face; slight sub!leon; leon gets called a fairy because he is not considered a "macho man" (i hate m*n)

Notes: First post! I'm so excited, i've been brainrotting for RE for years, and just now decided to add to the community. Love you all! Feel free to give me any tips for my writing or some prompts!

Also, please! If you are a minor, i don't feel comfortable with you interacting with my content, so no minors allowed ok?

Have you ever felt like you weren’t blessed? Well, Leon felt that every day of his life. His parents dying, his rough childhood in the orphanage, he had to work twice as harder than anyone of his peers to achieve anything. Now, as a cop, he believed that this was all in the past - he chose the manliest job of them all.

Oh, well. Turns out that stations were just an adult hangout spot for jocks that never grew out of their high school days.

The women would coo at him, calling him cute and adorable, while the older officers would sneak some comments about him being a “fairy”. Fucking idiots.

After some months working with them, Leon managed to gain at least some respect among his colleagues - he was a great cop after all, and he even managed to tone down some of the ridiculous teasing (and plain homophobia, if you ask him).

To the surprise of everyone there, a new recruit would be coming in, making Leon celebrate a little on the inside - maybe it would be his chance to stop being the butt of the joke and finally laugh along with the rest, not being the one laughed at.

He couldn't wait to finally turn his luck around.

'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'

Turns out he is wrong. Of course things wouldn’t go his way once. The rookie was a girl - well, a woman, and a pretty one at that.

The men there went ballistic. The single, desperate for attention, and the married, aching for an affair. Used to the calm and pliant women in the precinct, the men didn’t wait for even 5 minutes to let out their disgusting comments, calling her a hot piece of their ass, some even suggesting that they could ‘teach her’ the ways around there.

They were so wrong. Cutting their comments short, she looked at them in disgust, and distributed answers that put them back into their places. Hell, she even dared to ask how the deputy’s wife wasn't arrested for animal cruelty for sleeping with a pig like him.

Leon looked at her with stars in his eyes - she was different from him after all, not letting those idiots run through her. The bigoted idiots decided that as a “punishment” to her, she would be his new partner, matching their work hours and patrolling together. That fact made him excited, but not for long. Unfortunately, his intrusive thoughts began swarming his head: “Do you really think she won’t make fun of you?” and “A woman like her would eat up a man like you”.

The only thing he could do was stand a hand to her, offering a handshake “Hi there, partner. I’m Leon Kennedy”.

She had a predatory smirk on her face, looking at him up and down. “Hi, Leon. I think we’re gonna be great partners”.

'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'

When Leon thought she would eat up a guy like him, he didn’t think it would be like that. It was way after the time they had to clock out, and they were the only ones left in the station. Leon was backed up in the evidence room, his pants on the floor as her mouth worked around his cock, drenching it with her spit. The only sounds heard were the man trying to drone out his moans with his hand on his mouth, and her gagging as she took him as deep as she could in her throat.

To Leon, this had to be a dream - no way that would ever happen. But as he looked down, her sinful eyes looking up at him, he knew that he couldn’t even dream of something as good as this. He had to be careful not to knock out the evidence in the surrounding files, choosing to rest his hand on her ponytail - quite convenient for the situation.

“You are doing so well, baby. Why don’t you come in my face, and show them that you are the only man able to do that, huh?” She taunted him as she kept pumping his cock his her hands, slick with her saliva and the precum that drooled on his tip

Her mouth returned to his member as she kept her hands going, thriving at his blushing face and his desperate whines. The man was going crazy, it’s been so long since something other than his hand touched his cock, that the 8 minutes of her mouth - which he believed to be 30, were enough to bring him to the edge. Soon, her mouth pulls back as she jerks him faster, angling at her face as he coats it with his pearly cum, hitting her cheeks, mouth and chin.

While he believed that his soul had left his body and come back, she stood up and grabbed some tissues there to clean her face. All cleaned up, she helped him put his pants back on and pressed some kisses to his jaw, whispering to his ear “Why don’t you come over to my place and show my cunt who is the only man to fill it up?”. After that, she left the evidence room with a smirk, looking back at him once and throwing a wink at him.

Well, it turns out that luck was a person, and it finally caught up to him.

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gayvampyr · 2 years

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im sorry but this shit pisses me off. i don’t care if it’s a joke. where’s the punchline. even in 2022 gays still do not have equal rep in shows. the fact that only in the last couple years have we gotten actually semi-decent queer rep shows how much queer media is still needed. a lot of people still don’t even know what the word “bisexual” means, much less terms like “asexual” or “aromantic” or “nonbinary”. whether you’d like to admit it or not, it matters that a show actually has a bi character and explicitly says the word bisexual— a popular show at that. ik some of you guys have forgotten that the rest of the world isnt as acquainted with queerness as your online lgbt friend group, but a show on a major streaming platform saying “bisexual people exist” is important. it needs to be said, and it needs to keep being said until people stop forgetting and erasing bi people.

and yeah, the line “masculine guys can be gay” might seem like a stupid obvious thing, but a lot of people don’t consider masc guys to be gay at all, just like they don’t expect lesbians to be fem. i’ve been told several times that i don’t “look gay” and that i must be confused because i should like “boy stuff” and dress masculine if i really liked girls. people need to be reminded that anyone can be gay, as ridiculous as it sounds. we need to be seen as more than a stereotype and im sick of you “edgy” gays shitting on every piece of queer media like it’s twilight.

the show that these tags are in response to isn’t even adult media. honestly it’s hardly even YA. this show is for kids and teens who are discovering who they are. growing up, i never had ANY sort of representation. i didn’t grow up thinking it was okay to like girls, or that i could be interested in people other than boys, or that i even had the option to not like boys at all. queer representation is not only important, but it’s crucial. straight people get to see themselves everywhere, and never as comedic relief or the butt of a joke. queer kids grow up thinking that what they are is humiliating, that they should be ashamed of being those people who get laughed and made fun of on tv (and irl). in 99% of media, gay and trans people have been a laughing stock. the most representation a queer could get a decade ago was a white cis fem (but not TOO fem) gay man who was only a side character, was never shown with a partner, and served primarily as a clown, like queerness is a circus and cishets are the audience.

so i don’t CARE if young queer media is cringe. i don’t CARE if you don’t like it or if you think it’s forced or stupid or pointless or even if it’s just for a corporation to profit off our existence. the point isn’t why it was made or how bad you think the writing is, the point is that it exists and that there are now young queer people who can finally see themselves, not as a joke but as real people, on screen and go, “that. that’s what i am.” and im elated for this younger generation to be able to say that when i couldn’t. so i don’t care if you’d rather just be called a faggot again like in the good ol days when we were dropping like flies and everyone hated us. if cringey tv shows and bad writing is the price for queer kids to understand themselves better and for cishet people to get a better understanding of queer people, then it’s a small price to pay. shut the fuck up and let queer media exist

#text post #long post #heartstopper #gay #lesbian #wlw #mlm #queer #this show is for young people #grow up #top posts

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bonny-kookoo · 5 months

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Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 19

Everything tries to get in between him and his goal.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Brat Tamer!Jungkook, kinda himbo!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, mentions of smut but SFW chapter, he's such a scatterbrain part 3537

Length: 1.1k Words

Callob with @euphoricfilter ! 💜

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A/N: no I did not forget that I didn't post

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Alright, regroup. There’s not that much time left until you both have to pack again and make your way back home- and he still hasn’t managed to pop the question.

So today, he’s got a new plan: A nice picnic at a nearby park, all romantic, making use of the good weather forecast. He’s been up way earlier than usual to make some snacks and sandwiches, pack some wine in the rented car, just to wake you up later after he’s made sure he placed the little box inside his pocket as well, so he can have it on himself when he’s ready to make that step.

Walking onto the bedroom where you’re watching him with one eye cracked open, he can’t help but laugh a little as he crawls over you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Why’re you up already?” You slur sleepily, while he playfully lets his weight press down on you for a moment. “Come back to bed..” You demand weakly, turning a little to pull him close to you.

“No can do baby.” He grins. “Have something planned for us today.” He tells you, before he leans up again and pecks your lips once more. “And that requires you to get up and dressed. Up up!” He teases, smacking your butt beneath the blankets before he escapes your wrath by running out the bedroom to let you get ready.

This time he’ll get it right.

He’s busy setting everything up while you roam through the bag with the food with wonder, when he hears something odd from close by- something he can’t help but notice, especially when you ask him about it too. “It almost sounds like something whimpering?” You ask, confused and mildly concerned- and Jungkook agrees with that feeling.

You both get up to walk towards the sound to investigate it, finding nothing at first- until the sound becomes louder, and Jungkook finds the source of it between two thick branches of a bush in the park.

It’s a dog- a small one, back legs strapped into a little wheelchair, which got stuck in the branches, causing him to stay fixated in an odd position, helplessly struggling to get back out of his unfortunate situation. “Oh no, buddy-” Jungkook instantly coos, carefully bending down to figure out a way to get the poor dog out.

And once he does, the little canine is eager to show his gratitude by happily jumping up with his front legs, yapping with no agression at Jungkook who can’t help but be affected by the cuteness of the admittedly a little scruffy looking little guy.

“He’s so cute!” You beam at the little dog, squatting down to pet the disabled pup who happily receives the attention you give him. “You’re such a good boy!” You can’t help but tell the little guy, and Jungkook feels his heart swell at the sight of the small thing wagging his tail wildly.

“Oh, there he is!” A woman calls, the small dog running towards her with his wheels.

“He got stuck in the branches there.” Jungkook explains. “So we helped him out. Is he your dog?” He wonders, and the woman shrugs.

“Kind of? I’m fostering him for the moment, he’s actually up for adoption.” She explains, and at that, your head turns a little. “He’s from a hoarder situation. His back legs are paralyzed from an accident but he actually gets around just fine! In the house he doesn’t need the wheelchair at all- I just put some socks over his legs so he doesn’t rub them open. But he’s just as quick for breakfast lunch and dinner as the rest.” She jokes, making Jungkook and you laugh as you watch the little dog look around the park.

“How old is he?” You wonder, and she sighs.

“About five? Maybe six? It’s hard to tell, really.” She admits. “And I know he looks a bit scruffy but I promise he’s a sweetheart.” She sighs.

“Oh no, he’s super cute!” You argue, happily petting the little dog who’s tongue seems to be a bit disoriented as he lets you pet him all you want. “And so handsome, yes you are!” You tell the dog who’s got neither an idea about what you’re telling him, nor does he seem to care.

“No really, I agree. He’s totally cute.” Jungkook says.

“I’m glad at least someone says it.” The woman laughs relieved. “He doesn’t have good chances for adoption since he’s disabled and you know, his eyes are a bit cloudy already and all that.” She huffs. “If you want I can give you my contact info and we could maybe stay in touch?” She hopefully asks, and Jungkook looks over to you. “Bowser seems to have fallen for your girlfriend already.” She laughs, and Jungkook’s eyes widen.

The dog’s name is bowser.

“I totally fell for him too!” You laugh, chasing the little guy around, careful as to not make the wheelchair tip over. “I mean, we’re not from the area though.” You admit, but the lady shakes her head.

“No problem!” She offers. “It’s a process anyways. Someone’s going to visit you first, check if everything’s alright, and then we’ll talk about the adoption and all that- if you’re interested, that is.” She shrugs, already sharing her phone number with Jungkook who didn’t even notice pulling out his phone.

And after saying goodbye to both the dog and the lady, he can’t help himself as you both sit back on the blanket he’d set out earlier.

“Bowser!” Jungkook whines. “His name was bowser babe, that’s the cutest shit ever! Like a sign!” He says, and you laugh.

“He was really cute. But.. Do you think we’re really ready for a dog?” You ask a little worried, making him shrug.

“I mean, I work from home, mostly. So I’d always be around.” He says. “And you kind of hinted at wanting a pet this year too?” He asks, and you nod.

“I just.. Didn’t know if you wanted that with me.” You mumble a little. “It’s kind of like getting a kid, you know? A big responsibility and all that. Makes a relationship turn really serious.” You say, and at that, Jungkook leans closer to hold your hands.

“Baby, I’ve been taking this relationship seriously from the very start.” He offers. “I always will. And I want to take that step with you, if you’re up for it.” He grins, leaning forward to peck your lips.

And you can’t help but smile as well, throughout the entire way home-

The whole situation making him almost forget that he just fucked up another try to pop the question, only realizing it when he’s in bed with you already, making him angrily run his hands over his face in the darkness of the bedroom.

Why the hell does the world seem to play against him every fucking time?!

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 2 months

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I Am Machine

Summary: In which Karl Heisenberg has nipple piercings and a chest full of insecurities.

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader

Word Count: -2.5k

Content Warning: Porn With Feelings <3 18+!, Nipple Piercings, Thigh Riding, Angst, Body Worship, Karl Has A Dad-Bod, Internalized Body Shaming, Insecurities, Feelings….A Lot Of Them, Giving Karl All The Love He Deserves, Dirty Talk, Manhandling, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, A Sprinkle Of Rough Fucking

A/N: Another massive shout-out to @queer-crusader!Thank you so much for throwing all the ideas back and forth <3

Tagging: @blueberrypancakesworld

I am machine

I never sleep

Until I fix what's broken

I am machine

A part of me

Wishes I could just feel something

- I Am Machine By Three Days Grace

With your shoulder leaning onto the old door frame, you watched him, watched how his fingers slowly crawled up to his chest whilst he stared holes into thin air and his teeth ground down on the soft insides of his cheek instead of the usual cigar butt. Karl took no notice of you observing him with a faint smile ghosting around your lips and so calloused fingertips ventured forth to grab at the dainty steel marbles screwed on tightly to the accompanying bar that went straight through his right nipple. They toyed with the small piece of jewelry for a moment as he blinked lazily, entirely absentmindedly, and zoned out.

You had to actively stifle a laugh as you were able to watch the coin flip in his thoughts, Karl seemed to remember that his left nipple was adorned by just the same accessory and his hand grazed across his chest. If it wasn’t for his brows furrowing up into a frown, he would’ve looked dreamy and calm in the warm light of the surprisingly sturdy light bulb.

“Feeling yourself up a little, hm?” You joked, trying to approach whatever it was that caused his knit-together brows with lightheartedness.

“Huh?”, For the blink of an eye Karl looked truly dumbfounded and entirely unaware of his fidgeting that drew all of your attention right at it, “Oh. Subconscious habit.”

“I know.” You smiled kindly back at him.

“Then why are ya asking, stupid?” He nudged his head in your direction with a wide grin stretching across his face, gingerly accentuating the crinkles and crowfeet around his eyes.

Although it looked like a genuine expression, you had a strong inkling sitting in your stomach, that he was trying to hide something from you, perhaps not even intently but purely upon instinct.

“I was trying to be funny. You should try that too sometimes.” The tip of your tongue darted from between your lips, playfully teasing him.

“I am funny.” He retorted bluntly.

“I don’t know about that, Karl.” The banter briefly continued as you walked towards him, sitting there legs all sprawled out on the bed with his back against the decrepit and depressingly gray concrete walls.

“Don’t ya think that metal-melting heat and the constant linger of death is hilarious? Tough crowd.” The burly man huffed humorously yet he couldn’t quite shake the pitiful tinge in his voice.

He watched you saunter over to him, the pair of unnaturally bright hematite eyes following you intently.

“What’s going on up there?” You let yourself plop right into his lap, straddling his bulky thigh as the very tip of your index finger nudged at his temple.

“Huh?” He muttered again, trying to plaster a blasé expression on his face but it slipped at the edges, the corners of his mouth contorting downwards for a split second before he could help it.

“The fidgeting, the chewing on the insides of your mouth? Does that ring a bell?” Your brows raised into a questioning arch whilst the rest of your senses tried to ignore the feeling of dense muscles between your legs pressing up against you. Was he doing that on purpose to side-track you?

“It’s just what I do.” He shrugged his shoulders with flimsy indifference.

“Karl…” Your free hand slid between your bodies, fingers closing down increasingly firm around the shiny and smooth piece of jewelry.

“Yes?” He hissed back, his thigh now obviously rocking against your clothed cunt, causing you to involuntarily rutt your hips against him.

“Don’t…” The word that rolled over your tongue came only labored as the intense feeling of arousal grew and spread from your lower abdomen.

“Don’t what, sugar? Get your head all spinning like that?” Karl leaned in closer, the tip of his nose nudging yours and lips ready to swallow whatever answer you’d give with a hungry kiss.

“Actually-” His head rushed forward, his lips pressing against yours with his teeth scraping over your bottom lip like a hungry animal, beckoning you to shut the hell up.

However, you didn’t.

“Karl, stop, please.” He let go of you immediately, widened eyes looking at you puzzled and silently questioning.

By now you knew that he wouldn’t just hand you the answer if you asked for it directly, you had to lovingly pull and coax it out of him, had to make sure that you brought his intrinsic guard down gently.

“Let me do that.” Your words only led to a more intense furrow on his forehead and instead of adding even more to them, you let your body do the talking.

In one lazily languid stroke, both of your hands brushed upwards over his stomach, fingertips playing with the curly hairs of a fading happy trail and tracing the little round of his belly pooch on their way to his chest. Upon skin touching skin, you could’ve sworn that Karl had flinched, barely even noticeable yet the little jolt had been there, reminding the both of you that, after all, Karl was sensitive, especially so when being touched.

“What…?” He mumbled quietly, his gray eyes darting down to follow the flow of your fingers across his torso.

“I like your stomach, comfy…warm.”, You shushed him saccharinely-sweet, “Love cuddling against it at night.”

“Uh-huh.” He let that one slide, albeit begrudgingly and through gritted teeth, thin ice already.

Knowing that he was watching you intently, you leaned in, allowing your lips to pepper quick and teasing pecks to his chest.

It was a gamble but you felt quite daring today, letting the tip of your tongue glide along the thickened, pale rose-colored scar tissue that stretched across the skin in long welts. Karl let out a rumbling groan that vibrated right through you, reporting about pooling arousal and a twinge of…disgust. You edged further regardless.

“Love everything about you.”, Your gentle hum got lost in the crook of his neck before your teeth rasped down with the curve of his shoulder, “You’re beautiful.”

“Not much beauty to find between scars, shaggy hair, and an outgrown beard, sugar.” You had tripped over the border, Karl carefully grabbed your jaw and redirected your face to look right at him and the pained expression in his eyes about broke you. You understood why he preferred to hide them away behind a pair of pitch-black glasses. Too expressive, too vulnerable.

“Will you listen to me?”, You tried not to break away from his gaze and it took almost everything out of you, “Please.”

For an agonizingly long blink of an eye, you couldn’t tell whether or not you’d been able to not only save yourself from the plummeting feelings but just Karl as well for his grasp at your chin wasn’t yielding at first. The hardly even uttered, more than anything mouthed Please appeared to hit him where he truly felt and couldn’t ignore it away.

“What were you thinking about earlier?” The question slithered past your lips calmly, gently, and softly.

“Why are you even here?” He retorted in a harshly cold tone with a question himself that equally served as a painful answer.

“Because I love you, easy.” You threw it right back at him, trying to scare off what must’ve been going down in his thoughts but instead, you felt him flinch again, this time more noticeable although you weren’t even touching him.

Line, hook and sinker. It clicked with you and forced your stomach to twist and turn in every possible direction all at once. Karl went through the equally mortifying yet filling ordeal of knowing that he was loved and at that greatly so.

It posed as something far outside of his control and with that immediately rendered into possible danger. Karl Heisenberg never wanted anything to do with love ever again after first getting his heart broken before his body followed suit. Every scar on his body reminded him of heartbreak that hurt a thousand times worse than the cuts and experiments. Love had brought Karl the worst pain he’d ever felt and in an only natural reaction, he had wanted to get as far away from it as he possibly could and that worked just fine until you happened.

“Because I want to.” You answered further before he could throw anything else against your love confession whilst your hands pulled his away from your jawline and instead guided them to rest right on your hips, “Please let me show you how much.”

From the very way you looked right at him, unwavering and with nothing but compassion in your gaze, Karl knew that you weren’t exactly requesting but rather announcing. With a swift nod, he accepted and let his hands remain on your hips. You couldn’t exactly decipher his facial expression but the little sound slipping free from his throat gave away that he certainly enjoyed your tender lips closing down around his pierced nipple, tongue toying with the metal bar. Greedily, you sucked the pebbled skin into your mouth just hard enough to leave a little hickey before letting it plop from between your lips again. You paid attention to not neglecting the other side, repeating the same process of suckling a bruise into the sensitive skin.

“Fuck.” Karl breathed sharply and you snickered.

“Only if you hear me out.” Pushing the envelope a little further, you rolled your hips in his soft clasp.

“God, you’re so fucking mean sometimes.” He groaned eyes rolling behind halfway shut lids.

“Gets you hella hard, love.” You certainly weren’t lying and the entire width of your palm tracing the outlines of his quickly hardening cock above his pants pulled a moan from the depths of his lungs.

“I’m afraid you gotta listen to me rant about just how much I love you if you wanna tap that.”, The sly grin eventually returned to your face as you nuzzled your mouth into the dip of his collarbone, leaving kisses before traveling further up his neck, “How much I love playing with those piercings, gets me fucking wet just thinking about it, and how much I love getting needy for being fucked so good all the time.”

“Go on…” Karl pressed the meat and muscle of his thig against your fabric-clad pussy and you ground down harder, desperately chasing the friction.

“Oh, suddenly you’re interested, huh, big boy?” Your teeth sank into the flesh of his earlobe, pulling at it provocatively, “Hmhm, gotta listen to me moan and groan about how stupid I get when you fuck me from behind, belly slapping against my ass or how much I love that grown-out beard between my thighs when you eat me out.”

“Alright, that’s it.”, Without so much as a fair warning Karl tightened the grip around your hips to hoist you off of him in a sudden push and pull, “Devious woman.”

Before you knew it, you landed on the mattress back first, head pushing into the feathery pillow as Karl towered above you, keeping you down by pressing himself between your legs whilst he kept himself together to not tear your pants off your legs but instead swiftly undress you as civil as he could.

“Poked the bear long enough?” You grinned, watching how his eyes ate you up entirely from the laugh lines around your lips to the scar on your left cheek that you got from falling into a shard of glass as an unsupervised toddler.

“Shut up and let me fuck you stupid if you know what's good for you, buttercup.” The menacing grow that was his voice made your back arch from the mattress, pressing your exposed cunt against his crotch, demanding immediate attention.

“Good girl.” The brief praise carrying clear hints of a little mocking intention before he unzipped his khaki pants to shove his freed erection right into you until you whined out.

“Can’t fucking believe that I let you get under my skin like that, make me feel all heart-eyes fucking shit.” Karl drilled his cock into you until his balls slapped against the round of your ass, one arm snaking underneath your knee to prop it onto his shoulder whilst the other palm pressed your mouth shut, leaving you to breathe through your nose.

“Make all fucking mushy on the inside and get my cock hard with sweet words, dammit.” He bottomed out but only to thrust right back into you, picking up a reckless pace that rendered every leftover thought in your head into thin air.

With shaky hands, you clawed at his back, leading your fingernails to dig into his skin, making Karl hiss from the sudden sting of pain, eventually making him you even harder, bordering on the edge of violence and you reveled in every plunge of his hips. Carefully crafted compliments and honeyed nothings quickly made room for thickening air getting filled with the smell of sex and sweat. It seeped into you, the predominantly musky smell of his body mixed with hints of tobacco and strong coffee, and you let it, basking in his presence. It filled you up just like his girth did with every brutal rock of his hips that brought you closer to ecstasy. Without being able to help it in the slightest, you felt the coil in your lower abdomen twitch and tense up unbearably fast, pathetically fast even. You groaned into the palm of his hand, eyes fluttering shut whilst gasping for air through your nose. It rendered you lightheaded, being just primitively fucked into and for a moment you felt so overstimulated and overfilled that you believed to have missed your own orgasm until it took you apart entirely. In the very second the first contractions started clasping around his cock, Karl's hand was off your face to make room for his lips to devour every moan and whine that rippled through you as if he was drinking it all up.

“Fuck…shit…”, The roll of his hips started stuttering and Karl shoved himself onto you as much as he could without hurting you, “Milking me so fucking good.”

A handful of thrusts followed before his own climax took over, making him halt and pump his load inside of you. You felt the pulsing and twitching of his cock, the sensation sending post-orgasmic ripples of pleasure through you.

Instead of just pulling out of you, Karl slipped your sore leg off his shoulder and shamelessly fucked his release into you with sloppy thrusts, mixing it with the wet of your release. WIth his sweaty forehead pressed against your, he muttered a breathy: “Fuckinglove you, too, shithead.”

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msbigredmachine · 1 year

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Hoochie Daddy (Jey Uso/OC)

How many of these shorts does he have? And how quickly can she take them off him? Jey Uso/OC gym one-shot.

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 4.7k

A/N: I believe @southerngirl41 is the reason for this title, lol. Let me know what you think!

All Jey gifs by @annoyedkayah2395

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The gym in the basement of Jey Uso’s house was something straight out of the Creed movies. The floor, walls, and ceilings were solid concrete, the old school decor contrasting with the state of the art equipment within its walls. The speaker system on the far wall blasted the late great DMX as you laid waste to the punching bag in the corner. The straining of your muscles and the aching of your joints felt good. It was helping a lot with clearing your head, given the rather stressful events of the past couple of months.

Though not directly involved yourself, you had experienced the strife within the Bloodline through your boyfriend. From Sami’s betrayal at the Royal Rumble, to Roman’s rage, Jey boycotting the shows for weeks, the uncertainty coming to a head at Wrestlemania with the twins losing the Tag Team titles to Sami and Kevin. Hit hard by the defeat, Jey reacted by keeping his distance from the group once again. He avoided everyone’s phone calls, and you happily played gatekeeper, screening his calls and keeping the doors locked from all intruders. If Jey didn’t want to communicate with anyone, then so be it. You loved his family like they were your own, but his peace of mind always came first. Always.

Which is why you let him sleep in while you came down here to beat the shit out of this damn bag. He’d gone to bed early last night and you wanted sex, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to wake him up and disturb his rest. This morning, you had to physically stop yourself from mounting him and riding him well into the afternoon. He looked so good lying there next to you, butt naked with his new chest tattoo just begging for your oral attention. That man made you horny at a moment's notice and it would have been infuriating if you weren’t already completely in love with the way he made you feel.

So, you decided an early morning exercise would help you out with your frustrations. You learned that working out brought you to a state of erotic readiness. There was a power and excitement about exerting your entire body that amplified your arousal. It also helped that you were dating a man that shared your philosophy. Exercise energized you and Jey. The changes you’d experienced sexually in the past year were testament to this. As a couple you had transitioned from traditional sex to something so much more erotic and spiritual. Your relationship thrived as a result, and for the first time in years, you were happy.

"You’re stronger. But you gon’ hurt yourself if you don't relax your shoulders," a familiar gruff voice warned from the doorway of the gym.

You turned towards your boyfriend, locking eyes with him from across the room. You nodded at his barely clothed frame. “And you’re gonna have a yeast infection if you keep wearin’ them tight ass hoochie daddy shorts,” you shot back.

He burst into a chuckle as he glanced down at his yellow shorts, smiling that breathtaking smile of his. “You got jokes, huh?” he said, pushing off the door frame. As he approached you, his dark eyes raked over the light sprinkling of freckles over your beautiful face. He knew how many there were and could locate each one with his eyes closed. Your frizzy jet black hairstyle and crafted eyebrows made your eyes pop. And though they were hidden, he couldn’t help but drool over the outline of your nipple piercings through your thin, long sleeved Nike crop top.

You picked up your bottle of water. “How long have you been standing there watching me like a creep?”

“Long enough. You know I can watch you all day, baby. You sexy as hell,” he winked, giving you a sweet kiss before swatting your backside. "How long you been in here?”

"About an hour. Did some cardio first. I was horny and you were asleep.”

“Sorry ‘bout that, babe. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“I wanna fuck you now,” you pouted like a child, “Do you know how much willpower it took to not jump your bones this morning?”

“I do. And I applaud your restraint. Usually, you can’t resist me,” he bragged.

“So damn arrogant.”

“Luh you too, boo,” he chuckled. Adjusting the Snapback around his head, he moved to the free weight area of the room. You noticed him fiddling with his phone, and rolled your eyes when he placed it in a strategic vantage point. Another IG story in the works; another day of women coming online to comment and thirst over his beautiful body. Just great.

You stared as he pulled himself over the high bar and back down in flawless repetitions. The transformation of his body over the last year was goals, and you were inspired. However, with said transformation came the sudden need to wear only the teeniest tightest outfits to the gym, and now he had these little shorts in every color imaginable; pink, green, yellow, black, literally the Power Ranger collection of bikini shorts, with the hem just a few inches below his backside and showing off the extensive leg tattoos and the fullness of the groin that belonged to you. The material bunched up in that area as he slowly lowered himself back to the ground. Sweat glistened on his body, coursing down his defined contours, and you felt an animalistic urge to go right up to him and lick off every drop...

“Like what you see, baby?” His deep voice interrupted your dirty thoughts. Forcing your gaze back up, you saw his smirk, expressing his amusement at the heat in your eyes.

“You know I do. I’ve lost all my concentration thanks to them little ass shorts.”

“Concentrate on something else, then,” he insisted, empowered by how flustered he made you.

“I can’t. That ass is calling my name,” you whined, “You got your Daddy’s booty, I’ve told you this before.”

Jey groaned audibly. “Girl, leave my Daddy outta this!”

The side of your lips quirked, showing off the tiny dimple in your cheek that drove Jey crazy. “But it’s true. Jimmy got Kish’s face, you got his ass.”

The former tag champ burst out laughing. His girl was as crazy as she was beautiful. “You are unbelievable.”

“I know, Daddy.”

Not Daddy. Damn. His gaze followed your ample backside as you walked away, and involuntarily, his tongue darted out over his lips. Forcing himself to refocus, he settled down on the weight bench and picked up the weights he set out to train with.

The two of you worked out in comfortable silence, shooting furtive glances when the other wasn't looking. As he laid back on the bench, you ogled his dick print, his grunts of exertion causing you to bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together where you stood. Noting his attention was solely on the dumbbells, you sensed the opportunity passing you by.

Fuck it.

“Your video still on?” you asked, going over to him.

“No, why?”

You gave no answer, but proceeded to flop down directly onto his groin, smirking at his startled grunt. You could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of your head but you didn't care. Making yourself comfortable on his lap, you started slowly, grinding your ass on his cock, feeling him harden almost instantly through the thin barrier of your clothing.

“What are you doing?” Jey demanded, scrambling to sit upright. You looked over your shoulder at him with a devilish grin, noticing the struggle in his eyes.

“I told you…I want some dick...I want what’s mine,” you let him know, opening your legs a little wider to grind on him. With a steady roll of your hips, you moaned and whimpered at the feeling of the wetness pooling in your loins. You let his groans wash over you as you rocked you back and forth on him, bumping your ass against his abs repeatedly.

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed.

“Yeah, Daddy, you like that?" you taunted him, looking back at him as you rode him reverse cowgirl. "Come out here looking like that and expect me not to jump you, huh?"

Jey did not know where to put his hands. You had him all discombobulated from your little ambush. He settled for the curls of your hair, tugging your head to the side to allow his lips and tongue attack your sweaty neck. This motivated you to arch your back and roll your ass more harshly, his hand in your hair making you look back at it. You knew how good you were making him feel as he shifted multiple times to make your ass stroke his dick through his shorts. His hungry eyes watched you dry hump the shit out of him, his eyebrows pinched together in total arousal.

“Aww fuck, keep goin’,” he moaned, grabbing your gyrating backside, purposely flexing his thigh muscles to give you more friction. His husky praise encouraged you to pick up the pace. Your hips rolled diligently, your hands braced on his knees for leverage, thoroughly enjoying the sounds tumbling from his mouth. It was sweaty, it was hot, and from the way your pussy rippled, it was about to get even hotter.

Then, from out of nowhere, you stopped and stood up.

“And that’s my workout done for the day,” you announced, stepping away from him.

Jey could not keep his jaw from dropping in shock. “The fuck? Babe!” he exclaimed with wide eyes.

You casually adjusted your clothes and ignored the prominent tent in his shorts. “Yep. Pelvic thrusts. Great for mobility,” you explained, fighting the urge to laugh. He looked so frustrated, it was hilarious.

The Samoan squared his shoulders and glared at you. “Damn dick tease. I’ma get you for that, ya hear me?” he threatened.

“I hope so.” For a long moment, you regarded him, talking to him without saying a word. You were checking on him, hoping he was okay. Jey’s expression softened in understanding, and he grabbed your hand and pressed his lips to your inner wrist. The feeling of his mouth gently pressed to your skin made your stomach clench with a sweet mix of affection and need.

“See you upstairs, baby. I’ll be right up, a’ight?” he prodded gently, his eyes shining with gratitude.

You nodded. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go, before I bend your fine ass over my lap.” He burst out laughing as your eyes lit up at the prospect. “Go!”

“Fine.” Blowing him a kiss, you left the room before he could change his mind and carry out his dastardly threat. Like he did a couple of weeks ago, when he locked you inside the laundry room and proceeded to fuck you for an hour. In eight different positions. All while getting the laundry done. Good Lord. Could you do that again, actually?

Buying a jetted jacuzzi tub big enough for two, was one of the best decisions you and Jey had ever made, expense be damned. It was one of your favorite things about the whole house, your place of Zen and tranquility after a long day. You ensured the water was adequately seasoned with Epsom salts and eucalyptus mints among others. Turning off the hot water, you stripped off, tucked your hair into a shower cap, and lowered yourself carefully into the tub. You leaned back and closed your eyes with a deep sigh, allowing the quiet to take over the ambience. You could feel your pores opening instantly, absorbing the mint and the steam, making you feel much more relaxed.

The sound of shoes being noisily kicked off forced your eyes open, landing on the handsome Samoan culprit grinning cheekily at you.

“That looks nice,” he commented.

“It feels amazing,” you concurred, crooking your finger at him. "C'mere, Daddy. Come join me."

Like he would ever turn down such an offer. He peeled off the t-shirt that stuck to his sweaty skin, followed by his so-called hoochie daddy shorts. He blushed at the way your eyes glossed over with desire as they raked over his body. He would never stop enjoying the way you looked at him. He descended into the tub on the opposite side, allowing his legs to entwine with yours underneath the water. Once he was seated, he exhaled loudly, leaning back and closing his eyes like you did.

“Your mind’s a mile away from here,” you spoke up after a few minutes of observing him in silence. “Come back to me, baby. Talk to me.”

Jey turned his head toward the window, staring dully at the bright sky outside. When he spoke, the pain in his voice hurt your soul.

“Tell me how I let all of this shit happen,” he whispered. “I thought I was doing the right thing, man. Staying in the Bloodline to protect Jimmy. I thought I had everything under control. Until I got in that ring on Saturday night. It shoulda been just another match for me. But one look at Sami and all I saw was red. I let my emotions get the best of me. Now we’ve lost the fucking titles.” He paused, dragging a hand down his face. “The crazy part is, I believe Sami. I know he’s right about everything. Everything he warned me about is happenin’ now. Baby I just don’t know what to do.”

He looked over at you, and your heartstrings tugged at the helplessness you saw in his eyes, something you realized you’d been seeing too often lately. It was taking a toll on the usually confident, self-assured man you knew and loved. It was no secret that your boyfriend was under the Tribal Chief’s thumb, with no true will of his own. You had your own opinions on everything that was happening and you had told Jey that much, but it was ultimately up to him to do what he needed to do.

Pushing away from your end of the tub, you waded in between his spread legs, resting your back against his chest. You always seemed to fit so perfectly against him. His arms instantly came around you, feeding off your warmth, your aura, your quiet strength that he so desperately needed.

“You’re not happy, Jey,” you assessed. “I wish you didn’t second-guess yourself so much, because your instincts are almost always right. You need to act on them again. I want you to do what’s best for you. Nobody else. Not Sami, not your brothers, not your cousin…not even me. Look out for Jey Uso this time. Just this once. And as always, whatever you decide, I got your back one hundred percent.”

Although you couldn’t see him, you could feel him absorbing your advice, letting your words swirl around in his head. You only hoped this meant that his misery would come to an end sooner rather than later. Exhaling heavily, he reclined again, stretching one arm across the top of the tub’s ceramic surface and holding onto you with the other.

“After this shit is over, I owe you a vacation,” he spoke. “Just you and me, far away from here.”

“Ooh, yes I’m down for that,” you nodded eagerly.

“Yeah. I definitely owe you a ring, too.”

“A ring?” Your brows furrowed in confusion at first, and then it hit you. Your head angled up to meet his eyes. “Mr. Ucey Jucey, are you proposing to me?”

Jey shrugged. “I told you I’ma marry you one day, lil’ mama. I ain’t changed my mind,” he said.

“You sure you’re ready for my craziness on a full-time basis?”

“That’s what I love about you the most, baby. I ain’t letting nobody else have you, that’s for damn sure.”

“Hmm. So you’re possessive,” you interrogated.

“I just know a good thing when I see it,” he stated, gazing deep into your eyes. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I ain’t letting it go, not even with my last breath.”

“And I’m not letting you go either,” you smiled, leaning into him, “You’re all mine, my big bad hoochie daddy.”

“Stop,” he warned, licking his lips.

“Stop what?”

“Calling me that.”

You raised your eyebrow. “Make me.”

Jey's amused expression instantly became serious, and he swallowed hard as his eyes dilated. It was always a thrill for you, challenging his control, anticipating what he would do to you afterwards. Just as that thought crossed your mind, you felt his right hand glide slowly down your body.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your words dissolving into a gasp when he squeezed your right breast.

“Finishing what you started.”

Your breath hitched when his hand continued its journey down south and slipped between your thighs. Instinctively you opened them, letting him play with your pussy using the tips of his long fingers. "Oh fuck," you gasped, your head tilting back when they breached your folds, going in deep. Licking your lips, you moaned and then grunted as he scissored his fingers back and forth inside you. “Oh god, Jey, yes…”

His lips swept the length of your neck, your little moans music to his ears. "You like that, mama? Like my fingers deep in you?"

You tried to respond, but the words evaporated as he dug deeper into your pussy. You spread your legs wider in the water, letting him work you at the pace he wanted. His mouth suckled your throat, and a blissful sigh sang from inside your heaving chest, your body awash with heat as his fingers probed you.

“Daddy…”

“Yeah, say my name, baby.”

It was as though he’d cast a spell on you, the urgency with which you needed him inside you, on you, all over you. Holding the back of your head steady with his other hand, he leaned down and covered your lips with his. Your fingers raked through the wetness of his mullet fade, moving your lips greedily against his as he sped up the movements of his fingers.

“Mmm, these lips were made for kissing me,” he murmured dreamily, and his soft words turned you to mush. Your mouth remained on his even as you rotated your body, unwilling to release him for even the few seconds it took to turn around. You climbed onto his lap and sat on him. His hands immediately sought the curve of your ass, squeezing in large handfuls. Your pierced, erect nipples pressed against his chest, delightfully rising and sinking like two round buoys in the sea. His groin felt hot against yours, just like it did in the gym. As he guided you down his length, you quickly grabbed the edge of the tub to keep from slipping. You both gasped from the familiar joy of your bodies joining, with every inch of Jey’s thick length sliding all the way inside you.

Jey didn't think he had ever felt you so tight, yet so slick and easy to penetrate. He watched you closely as you rocked your hips slowly, carefully, making sure you had all of him. You lifted your knees and wrapped your legs around his hips, your heels pressing against his lower back and prompting Jey to sit up and hug you tight. The tilt of his cock as you rolled your hips forward brought out another groan from you both. You rode him at a variety of paces, watching the pleasure wash over his face with each change. He lifted one hand to toy with your nipple, his palm squeezing your breast as you moaned in response. You paused for a second to adjust yourself on top of him, then switched up your movements, rising and falling, your pussy gripping his length tightly with every drop and dragging a hiss from his lips. You rode him good, rode him hard, your wanton gasps of pleasure echoing around the bathroom. Jey’s bottom lip disappeared between his teeth as he kneaded and massaged your ass, then gripping hard as he took control, working you on his dick.

“Fuck, yes, yes!” you groaned into his neck as he steered you on his pole, his fingers digging into your hip bones as he grinded you onto him, increasing the stimulation on your clit. Then, he was lifting you up and down, bouncing you with a desperation that turned you on even more. Words failed you at this point, reduced to a panting, moaning mess. You were dizzy from pleasure, almost at the edge of release. The water splashing around you went ignored in the throes of passion, with him growling against your throat as you whimpered in his arms.

Jey’s grip on your waist was vice-like as he bounced you harder, chasing his own release. It felt like you were cracking in two from the scorching heat you and Jey had created. You didn’t try to tamp down your moans as you came. It was sweet and ferocious and ravaging all at once, ushering Jey himself past the point of control as he spurted generously inside you. His deep, raspy groan broke you all over again, and you let the ripples plunge you into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer force of his. When it was over, you were both spent and trembling in the water, breathing raggedly, clinging to each other for dear life. Jey dropped a kiss to your forehead and then your nose, the gesture warm and tender.

“Damn, Daddy,” you moaned, earning a proud grin from him.

"Ay, you wanted dick, you got it. You're welcome," he said matter-of-factly, carefully lifting you off his cock and helping you out of the water.

“So arrogant.”

“Luh you too, boo.”

After draining the tub, the two of you made your way into the shower for a proper cleansing. You ended up in there for much longer than usual thanks to your make-out session beneath the cascading water while soaping each other up. There was something so sexy about him pinning you to the wall as you kissed, your wet bodies pressed together, the little sensual noises of pleasure you both made while he gripped and massaged your ass cheeks. As you left the shower, he maneuvered you towards the sink, facing the mirror. You hissed softly as the cold surface contrasted erotically with the heat of your man's body on your back, and you braced your hands on the bathroom countertop. He started kissing your neck, his hand shifting upwards so he could caress your breasts. You watched him in the mirror, your pussy moistening further at the sexy sight.

As he continued to nuzzle your throat, you flexed your spine, pressing your ass into his groin, and was rewarded by the sharp breath he sucked in. Relieving you of your shower cap, he swept your curly hair into his fist and pressed another kiss to your throat, meeting your eyes through the mirror.

“I love the way you look at me, like you want me,” he whispered.

“I do want you. I want you every day of my life. I’ll always want you, Jey,” you vowed. The look he gave you in response was so purely masculine, so primal, visibly turned on by your declaration.

"That’s my girl. Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he instructed, kissing your cheek, “Let me show you what I see every time we fuck."

Swallowing hard, you watched his head drop, and gasped as his fingers slipped unexpectedly between your legs, gathering your juices. You could hear the wet sound of his hand stroking his dick, and you longed to turn around and look, to watch him spread your essence all over himself. His husky groan as he lined his dick up with your entrance made your pussy flutter. Catching your eye in the mirror, he smirked at your impatient expression and smacked your backside for your troubles.

"Don’t worry, you gon’ get every inch, baby, all of it, it’s yours," he promised. With no further preamble, he bent you over, used your hips to pull you up onto your tiptoes, and entered you from behind. Your sharp gasp filled the bathroom as your walls stretched to accommodate his length and girth, your body almost doubling over in the process. His eyes remained on yours through the mirror as he slowly started to thrust in and out of you, reveling in the pleasure washing over your features.

A string of moans left your lips as his cock speared you over and over, his tattooed arm around your waist to hold you steady. Your breasts jutted forward as your spine arched back, both of you transfixed by the reflection in the mirror, both of you extremely turned on, panting with the sheer eroticism of watching yourselves have sex.

"Baby, you feel so good," you groaned, bending over slightly as he thrust deeper into you. His long fingers threaded through your hair, and he used it to roughly pull you back up, almost to a standing position. Both of you were panting, moaning, the scent of sex heavy in the air, the sounds of your flesh pounding together ringing in your ears.

Dropping a wet kiss to your neck, he growled in your ear as he stared you down through the mirror. "Look at us, baby. Look how fucking good we look together."

You did look good, especially with him inside you. Together, your joined reflection looked good. You were an amazing pair, you and the man of your wildest dreams. You spread your legs further and rocked onto the balls of your feet, bringing him deeper into you, your breasts bouncing in time to his fierce thrusts, his hand still in your hair to hold you in place. He was insatiable for you, and you for him.

"Shit, baby, your pussy is so good. You’re takin’ Daddy’s dick so well," he rasped.

His glassy eyes and barely contained groans told you he was close to coming. A naughty idea came to your mind, and you brought your hand down to touch yourself, moaning when your fingers slipped easily over the slick wetness you found there. Jey's eyes darkened in the mirror as he watched you, his hand in your hair tightening reflexively as you started stroking rapidly, right over where his dick made that sweet connection with your pussy.

Being the showman that he was, Jey loved himself a good show. And you found that you quite liked putting on a show for your man.

You could feel your body start to heat up, your swollen clit protruding against your fingers at the same time he deep-stroked your wetness. As you watched him in the mirror, you could see and feel the tension building inside him, matching yours, your naked bodies starting to tremble from the climbing pleasure.

“Daddy, I’m gonna come,” you whined. Those four words seemed to set him off. His movements became wilder, rougher, mounting to a rising crescendo. He had you literally on the tips of your toes, at the very edge of euphoria, finally falling over when his teeth sank into your shoulder.

“Jey!”

You exploded. Releasing one more time all over his dick. Jey was right behind you, pumping hard inside you once, twice, and groaning into your shoulder as he came. His body shuddered against yours, your orgasms seemingly pulsing through both of you together. Gripping your hips tight, he moaned again, rolling his pelvis against your thick, juicy backside to drain every drop of his cum into your warm, intoxicating pussy. You purred softly with satisfaction and rested your head on his shoulder, letting him envelop you in those strong arms of his as your bodies calmed down.

Jey slowly pulled out of you, his eyes flickering to your stance; naked, bent over with your legs splayed, with his seed trickling down your inner thighs. So fucking hot. He turned you back to him, a small smile on his face when you tiptoed up to kiss his lips and play with his hair.

“So…what else are we doin’ today?” he asked you.

“We might need another shower,” you giggled, rubbing his back, “Also, I want you to make me breakfast wearing one of them tiny shorts,” you added. “You’re gonna wear them all day and nothing else.”

“That what you want, baby?”

“Yeah, and for me and my eyes only. No videos,” you quickly added the caveat.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he quipped, laughing when you smacked his arm.

“I said what I said. I think your beloved IG fangirls have seen enough for today,” you pouted.

He chuckled at your little riot act and pecked your pouty lips. “Fine. Anything for you, pretty girl.”

“Thanks, Hoochie Daddy. Love you.”

Jey could only sigh and shake his head with a big smile. He wouldn’t have your cheeky self any other way. “Love you, too, lil’ mama.”

THE END.

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I’m on a roll with Jey rn. But I’ll 100% go back to my Tribal Chief soon. This one didn’t have too much drama, but I hope you liked it, still.

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bluishfrog · 5 days

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HAPPY 1-YEAR OF DRAWING ANNIVERSARY TO ME!

(Warning: slightly longer post incoming cause sometimes I gotta be a sentimental bitch ok? So let's go on a little trip down memory lane.)

This day, a year ago, I made my very first fanart. It was dnf (if that surprises you, then welcome to being on my blog for the very first time). I drew a little frog face too so I could use it as a watermark (fun fact: I still use that very same first one).

I immediately put my drawing up on twt because I told myself that I wasn't gonna be afraid of having people see that I was at the very beginning of this journey and had no clue what I was doing. That instead of being bad at art, I was gonna be awesome at being a beginner who doesn't know shit.

I started with little doodles and silly comics and then I laughed way too long when the first drawing of mine that gained some attention was a dnf butt joke. At the time I was trying to balance shipping and non-shipping art so I didn't even draw dnf that much but in hindsight it's probably the only possible way this could have gone.

At the very end of August I woke up to @honelle56 caps-locking at me in my messages - I was very confused and tired (I am no morning person and I will never be, fuck off with your mornings) because Dranart liked my drawing of singing Dream. Dranart was my 17th follower on twt which is a useless yet extremely funny fact about my time on that hellsite.

I also drew human!patches because a) patches was and will always be my favorite dteam member and b) it was a really cute trend and while I do love drawing dream, george and sapnap, I was also quite happy to try drawing anything but a white man for once. And I really liked how the drawing turned out.

Much, much later, I tried to draw my first slightly more realistic looking drawing. I was extremely confused on how to draw anything like this. Especially their hair gave me tons of trouble but given my experience, I think it's not a bad attempt.

When hijacked smp started I obviously wanted to participate, and I drew c!blu who doesn't associate with any side in particular but instead serves soup to everyone who visits her tavern 'The Soup House'. She also wants to be paid in stories from all around the map.

One of the events I was most excited about was dnf week. I even collaborated with two talented writers and I drew the corresponding art for two fics.

(Fun or not so fun fact: when twt had like three hundred collaborative aneurysms about the situation at that moment, that was when I created this tumblr account. I didn't use it super actively (I guess I needed another situation to fully make the switch) but I at least started the account that now developed quite a bit since then.)

I didn't really draw at all through January and February and I actually kinda thought I would move on from that hobby and fandom (not because of negative feelings, just because I didn't really have the urge to create anything within this fandom) and then situations happened and now I am here; and for some reason that is beyond any logic and my understanding I am now even more insane about dteam.

Wild to me but we are rolling with it now, I guess.

Since I got here, I drew more than ever (I actually think I might have made more drawings in the month since I got here than I made the whole rest of the year). There's just such an active and funny community here that cares about fan works for the sake of creating and not just because a CC might see it.

Unfortunately, Tumblr won't let me add more than 10 images in one post (maybe fortunately for everyone who has this monstrosity of a post on their dash). So if you want to see all the progress I made since I got here, you can look at everything in my art tag. For now, I will close this post with one of the art works from the past month that I like the most:

Can't wait to see what the next year might bring :)

Love, blu

#blu rambles #like a LOT #but if you made it to the end of this post you get a hug <3 #bluishfrog art

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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the art of learning how to knock — csc

summary: seungcheol really should learn how to knock

tags: smut (minors dni!), idol!au, 14th member!reader, male!reader, side kmg x reader warnings: explicit unprotected sex, walking in on, masturbating, sex toys, anal play, taking and sending explicit photos, butt plugs, daddy kink wc: 4.4k an: i’m going to be honest this is pretty mingyu heavy oops but they are not the focused couple my bad. also booooo cringey basic ending that yall cant make fun of bc i still kind of like it LOL

Seungcheol wakes up and groans. Despite the rest of the group having a day off today, he, Soonyoung, and Jihoon have a meeting with the higher ups. Slowly Seungcheol gets up and starts to get ready.

When he’s just able to leave he goes to say goodbye to his dorm mates. Joshua bids him goodbye and good luck and Minghao just waves him off, too consumed in his book to truly say goodbye. That only leaves you now.

The little maknae who is far too adored by the group. Seungcheol can’t complain though as he probably dotes on you the most out of everyone. You deserve it though. Even though you’re the baby you make sure to take care of everyone and look out for them. In such a big group it’s natural that some people are closer to some than others, but it seems like you are genuinely close with everyone.

You’re probably still asleep but Seungcheol will just pop into your room and drop a kiss on your head before he leaves. He opens your door but you’re not sleeping. Instead you’re pressed against your wall, crowded up by Mingyu who has one hand in your pants while the other is trailing up your shirt. You gasp as Mingyu sucks at your neck.

Mingyu hears Seungcheol first and pulls away quickly. You whine as all contact is lost. Mingyu’s face is red as he stands, trying to put distance between the two of you like it will convince Seungcheol he didn’t see what he just did.

“C-coups-hyung!” Mingyu says. “That wasn’t- we weren’t- it’s not what you think.”

“So you weren’t just defiling our maknae?” Seungcheol glares at Mingyu, his voice coming out in more of a growl than he expects. Mingyu cowers away. “No, tell me Mingyu, tell me you didn’t just have your hand shoved down his pants.”

“Hyung, I’m so sorry!” You quickly stand and bow to Seungcheol. Automatically Seungcheol melts at seeing you.

“We’ll uh, talk about this when I get back,” Seungcheol tells you. He then turns to Mingyu. “Mingyu. Get out.” Mingyu nods and quickly scrambles out of your room and the dorm. You’re still bowed and Seungcheol walks up to you and lifts your body. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re not in trouble. We’ll talk later, okay?” You only nod and Seungcheol leaves feeling a bit bad that he obviously scared you.

Seungcheol heads to the meeting, his brain still thinking about what he witnessed earlier.

Members hooking up wasn’t unheard of within the K-Pop world. Seungcheol has never experienced it in Seventeen but it was bound to happen. He just didn’t think it would be you and Mingyu.

Seungcheol lets out a long sigh. This is too much to think about.

“Are you okay hyung?” Soonyoung asks him as they ride together in the company elevator.

Seungcheol sighs again. “I caught Mingyu in Y/N’s room this morning.”

“Mingyu and Y/N?” Jihoon pipes up. “You’re joking.”

“I wish.” Seungcheol drags his hands over his face. “I told him we would talk later but I honestly don’t know what I’m going to say to him.”

“Just tell him about the risks and how it’s his and Mingyu’s decision but to be considerate of the group and each other,” Soonyoung shrugs and Seungcheol can’t remember when Soonyoung became the intelligent one but he’ll take it.

After the leaders got done talking to the higher ups they decided to have unit meetings but this now means that Seungcheol has to face you and Mingyu in a room together, along with Vernon and Wonwoo. You guys are all together in Mingyu and Wonwoo’s dorm but nobody has said anything yet as Seungcheol keeps glaring at Mingyu.

“So…” Vernon says. “What did you need to talk to us about hyung?”

“Right uhm, we have a few photo shoots coming up. The company wants us to split up into units to take them. They also want us to do unit songs for our next album so we’ll need to work on that,” Seungcheol says. He’s still glaring at Mingyu a bit and you sigh.

“Hyung, should we talk now?” Seungcheol glances nervously at Vernon and Wonwoo. “They already know.”

“What?” Seungcheol frowns.

“You told Soonyoung, who told Seokmin and Seungkwan, who then told everyone else,” you explain and Seungcheol internally curses himself. Of course. The three loud mouths of the group. “It’s okay Cheol-hyung. We already know everything you’re going to tell us. It’s nothing serious and we’re going to be careful.”

“Still…”

“Can’t you trust me?”

“It’s not that Y/N.” Seungcheol’s brow furrows.

“Then what is it? It’s natural to have…urges. Idols do it all the time.”

Seungcheol doesn’t know how to tell you he doesn’t have an issue with the members hooking up with each other. He has an issue with the members hooking up with you. You seem to come to this realization on your own though.

“Hyung,” you say it like you’re scolding him. “I’m not a baby anymore! I’m twenty-three now. I can take care of myself. You guys act like I’m some innocent child but it’s not like that anymore.”

In theory Seungcheol knows you’re right, but it doesn’t make it any better. Sometimes he wants to just bundle you and Chan up and hide you two away from the world. You’re right, you guys are older now, but that doesn’t stop you two from being his babies.

“Coups-ah.” You stand and walk over to him. You grab his face and squeeze his cheeks in your hands, grinning as you do. “It’s okay~”

“If it makes you feel better hyung,” Mingyu starts.

“Shut up,” Seungcheol growls, which would probably be more intimidating if you weren’t squishing his face right now. Mingyu still shuts up though.

You’re now using your hands to shake his head around. “Relax. We won’t let it get out of hand. Now, is this meeting done?” You drop your hands from his face.

“Well…I guess for now…”

“Okay great!” You lean down and kiss his cheek. "Since everyone knows now though, we don’t have to hide. So maybe uh, don’t come into Mingyu’s room for a bit. Okay bye!” With that you grab Mingyu’s hand and drag him to his bedroom. Mingyu’s face is red as you do but he doesn’t stop you.

Seungcheol glares at your retreating backs. He barely even got to say what he wanted to, but then again he didn’t even know what he wanted to say. Now he has to live with the knowledge that you’re in Mingyu’s room being desecrated by the giant.

“Hyung? You’re a little red in the face,” Wonwoo says.

“I’m fine,” Seungcheol snaps.

“I didn’t say you weren’t! I’m just pointing out your face is a bit red. You know they’ve been doing this for like months now,” Wonwoo says casually.

“What?!”

“No need to snap. Yeah Y/N typically comes up here. I mind my business but I had a hunch on what was happening.” Wonwoo is a little too calm for Seungcheol right now. “Why does it matter so much anyways?”

“Because, it’s Y/N.”

“Hyung…do you…?” Wonwoo doesn’t finish his sentence but Seungcheol understands what he’s implying.

“What? No!” You’re the maknae, that’s all. He doesn’t have feelings for you or anything. Nope, not at all.

“If you so say hyung,” Vernon and Wonwoo mutter.

Seungcheol really needs to learn how to knock.

The members are having a fourteen member dinner together tonight and you haven't read the group chat yet so Seungcheol volunteers to come get you. He thinks you’re taking a nap and he walks into your room to wake you up. But just like last time you are in fact not sleeping.

“Ah, ah, ooh~” your moans fill the room and Seungcheol stops in his tracks, his face turning red at the sight.

You’re draped across your bed, your shirt is pushed up so your stomach is revealed and your pants are just barely pushed down around your thighs. A clear dildo is being thrust into your wet hole and Seungcheol watches the way the puffy pink muscle grips onto the toy as it disappears in and out of you. Your dick is being gripped in your other hand as you pump yourself rapidly.

Seungcheol coughs a bit and you suddenly realize his presence. Seungcheol is looking at the wall by the time you pull the covers over you, face red.

“Oh my god Seungcheol! I’m so sorry.” You bury your face in your hands. “Why does this keep happening?”

“Uh, dinner’s ready,” Seungcheol mumbles.

“R-right. I’ll uh, be right there.”

When you finally sit down at the dinner table your face is still red and Seungcheol still has the image of your puckered hole burned into his brain. The only seat open is the one next to Seungcheol and you two can’t meet each other’s eyes as you sit down.

The rest of the night you two try to avoid each other and you even jump when his leg accidentally bumps into yours. After dinner is finished you split from the group quickly, stating you have a headache. Seungcheol wants to follow after you but decided against it.

Later while laying in bed Seungcheol can’t get you out of his head. The erotic noises you were making and the tantalizing pieces of skin he saw. He can barely fall asleep with his brain running so hard but he eventually is able to get himself to sleep.

Unfortunately for him while he sleeps his brain decides to betray him again. He dreams of your naked, flushed, willing body under him, panting as he runs his hand over your pliant flesh squeezing you in all your soft areas. Your eyes are begging for him to fuck you while small whines leave your throat. You need him.

Seungcheol wakes up with a start, his body drenched in sweat, his cock uncomfortably hard in his boxers. What the fuck is wrong with him. He shouldn’t be having these kinds of thoughts about you. You’re the maknae, the baby. Seungcheol is the leader and the oldest. He was literally yelling at Mingyu the other day because of this.

Then Wonwoo’s stupid words creep into the back of Seungcheol’s head.

Hyung…do you…?

Does he?

Seungcheol has always had a soft spot for you, everyone knows this. It’s evident in the way he teases Chan but dotes on you. He’s close with the other members but he has a special bond with you. He’s never put too much thought into it but maybe now he should.

Seungcheol is aware he’s glaring. It’s not going to stop him though.

You guys are at the photoshoot and you’re waiting for Vernon and Wonwoo to get out of hair and makeup. Your body is pressed into Mingyu’s as he whispers something in your ear and Seungcheol has never wanted to strangle Mingyu more in his life.

Okay, so maybe Seungcheol likes you. Whatever. The realization just makes him want to kill Mingyu even more.

He also wants to kill whoever is your stylist. You’re in oversized black jeans with large rips in the knees, revealing just enough skin where it’s not too distasteful. Your shirt is a loose fitting mesh tank top with a blue cropped zip up hoodie over it. You look hot. Sinfully hot. You have black eyeliner smudged around your eyes and your hair is styled with gel to make it look wet as it hangs in your face.

“Coups-ah!” You call and Seungcheol meets your eyes. “Are you ready?” When he looks he sees that Vernon and Wonwoo are ready now. Seungcheol nods and follows the four of you to the photographer.

The photoshoot goes by fairly smoothly, other than the fact that the photographer is upping your sex appeal and it’s making Seungcheol’s dick hard. He catches a glance at one of the photos where you’re staring at the camera, your piercing eyes on display, your plump lips parted just slightly. You look like an incubus ready to pounce on your next victim.

“Are you okay hyung?” You ask him as you and Wonwoo switch out to take solo pictures. “You look a little flushed. Are you feeling sick?” You press the back of your hand to his forehead. “You’re hot too. Are you going to be able to finish the photoshoot?”

“I’m uh, fine. It’s just a bit hot in here,” Seungcheol lies.

“Hmm well if you get feeling worse don’t push yourself.” You smile kindly at him before going to sit next to Vernon, falling into a quick conversation.

The rest of the day Seungcheol tries to ignore how you and Mingyu hang off of each other and how at one point you take your jacket off so your whole arms and chest are on display and it makes Seungcheol feel like a pervert.

By the time the group gets back to the dorms Seungcheol is annoyed and sexually frustrated. He contemplates just taking a cold shower but he is just a man and instead he jerks off alone in his room thinking about you. Not that it’s anyone’s business.

Seungcheol is going to kill Mingyu. He’s actually going to do it.

Seungcheol is sitting in his room when he gets the notification that someone texted the Seventeen group chat. What Seungcheol sees when he opens the message makes his blood boil (and his dick stir).

Mingyu: Look at what a good boy he is

Attached to the text is a photo of you. No, not just a photo of you, a nude.

Your whole body is bare and your face is shoved into the bed as your ass sits in the air. The picture is taken from a back angle so your puckered hole is on display, one of Mingyu’s large hands is spreading your asscheeks to show it off. Between your legs is your hard cock, red and dripping, begging for release. There’s a white splatter of cum on the small of your back and Mingyu’s dick hangs just barely in frame at the bottom.

What the fuck. What the fuck.

Seungcheol is torn between being appalled and being turned on.

He decides he can be both and gets up to storm to your room. What is Mingyu doing pulling shit like that?

Without much thought Seungcheol barges into your room. Mingyu is sitting on your bed with his legs spread as you kneel on the ground, your mouth stuffed full of Mingyu’s dick.

“Kim Mingyu, what is wrong with you?” Seungcheol growls.

“What the fuck hyung!” Mingyu squeals. Mingyu quickly pulls you off his dick so he can cover up his bare lap. You on the other hand take a second to realize what’s happening.

Your lips are swollen and a bit of spit drips down your chin. There are tears in your eyes as you look around confused. You're still naked and your cock is still hard, still not taken care of. Seungcheol pushes the thought that he could treat you better away in turn to glare at Mingyu again.

“Why did you send that picture to the group chat?” Seungcheol hisses.

“What picture? Oh shit. Did I send that to the main chat?” Mingyu scrambles for his phone. “That was uh, meant for just Chan.”

“Chan!?” Seungcheol whips around to face you. “Are you sleeping with Chan as well?”

“N-no,” you sniffle a bit. “Don’t be mad at me Cheollie please.”

“Shit baby, I’m not mad at you,” Seungcheol assures you.

“Chan wishes he was sleeping with Y/N,” Mingyu pipes up. “And it seems like some of the other guys do too.” Mingyu’s startled manner has been replaced with a cocky one as he scrolls through his phone. “Too bad I got to him first.”

Seungcheol fumbles to pull his phone out and look over the chat. All of the guys seem to be responding positively to the photo. A little too positively.

“It doesn’t matter what the guys think. That was very stupid of you. What if the wrong person got ahold of that photo?” Seungcheol frowns.

“You can’t even see his face!” Mingyu argues back.

“Get out of this dorm, Mingyu,” Seungcheol growls.

“Who’s going to take care of poor Y/N then? Look at him.” Seungcheol does. You’re wiggling your hips around, your hands just twitching to be able to touch yourself. Mingyu pulls you up onto the bed and places you on his lap. He brings his hand down to finally bring relief to your aching cock. “Are you going to take care of him hyung? What were you saying the other day about ‘defiling the maknae’?”

You’re letting out small high keens as you Mingyu continues to work at your cock. You can barely pay attention to the conversation the two men are having, too busy burying your face in Mingyu’s neck.

“You’re the only one who has a problem with this hyung. Why is that? It can’t truly be because you’re a prude. Are you just that protective of Y/N’s innocence? Or…are you just possessive of Y/N? Want him to yourself? Shame if that’s the truth because it looks to me like he’s under my thumb and not yours.” To emphasize his point Mingyu digs his thumb into the slit of your cock and you moan and grip onto Mingyu tighter.

Seungcheol can’t find his words. He can’t take his eyes off your leaking cock. His own cock stirs around in his pants, his anger at Mingyu the only thing keeping it at bay. Mingyu’s hand works at your fast, rougher, and soon you’re cumming, spurting your cum across Mingyu’s hand and your stomach. Your face is blissed out and you’re letting out the most sinful sounds Seungcheol has ever heard.

“Do you still need something Seungcheol?” Mingyu asks. Seungcheol tears his eyes away from you to meet Mingyu’s gaze. “Because if you don’t I suggest you leave.”

Seungcheol wants to yell at Mingyu. Curse him out and scream at him and go into a rage but he sees the way you’re starting to fall asleep in Mingyu’s arms and decides to hold off. Only because of you though. He’ll just yell at Mingyu later.

Y/N: gyu is on some date right now and im just so needy

Y/N: can someone please come help me 🥺

Holy shit.

The text throws Seungcheol off.

It’s sent to the main chat after practice one day. Seungcheol can barely even comprehend Mingyu going on a date because you just asked one of the member to come help get you off. Seungcheol knows the other guys find you attractive and he knows them well enough that a handful of them would gladly take this offer.

He rushes to your room to find he doesn’t even have to barge in, the door is already wide open. His initial idea was to stop any of the guys from going in, and to stop you as well, but when he peeks in from the door frame to see you fisting your cock all of his resolve brakes. Your breath comes out in small pants and a pink flush covers your body. When you look up and see Seungcheol you start to whine.

“C-cheollie~ help me,” you beg.

Swiftly Seungcheol closes your bedroom door and locks it shut.

“Wan’ you so bad. Wan’ed you even before Gyu,” you admit. “Touch me please.”

“Fuck baby, holy shit. You’re so pretty.” Seungcheol slowly approaches the bed as you continue to yank at yourself. “W-what do you need me to do?”

“Fuck me please. Touch me. Anything,” you beg.

Seungcheol hesitates for a second. Is this a bad idea?

Fuck it, he’s already come this far.

Seungcheol surges forward and pulls you into a kiss. Your skin is fevered and soft under Seungcheol’s hands and it drives him feral. God he’s wanted to touch you like this for too long. You kiss at his lips hungrily as he swallows up your moans and whines. Seungcheol drags his hand down your torso and to your crotch.

The wiggling of your hips spurs Seungcehol’s movements on even more and he grabs you in his palm and starts to pump at you. Seungcheol swallows up your soft pants as he kisses you even harder, getting drunk off just your lips.

You break away for a moment so you can speak. “M-more. Please.”

“I’m already touching you baby. You need more than this?”

You nod. “Need something more inside.” You wiggle out of Seungcheol’s grasp so you can turn around, presenting your ass to the older man. There’s a butt plug seated in your hole and Seungcheol has never seen anything hotter in his life.

Seungcheol is barely thinking as he strips himself of his clothes and grabs the bottle of lube on your bedside table. He kneads at your ass with one hand while he pumps his own length with the other.

Gently Seungcheol removes the plug from your ass but you still whine at the feeling. Seungcheol tries to soothe you as he pours lube onto his cock. He lines himself up to your hole and starts to push in. He can barely fit his tip in to begin with. You’re tight even with all the preparation you did beforehand.

“Shit Y/N,” Seungcheol groans as he shallowly thrusts into you, trying to get you to take more of him.

“H-hyung,” you whine.

“How are you so tight?” Seungcheol groans. “Mingyu not fuck you good enough?”

“Uh uh, not as good as you would,” you say. “G-gyu acts all p-possessive, but he isn’t. P-plays a part to r-rile you up.” You stumble through your words. “He was helping me get your attention.”

Seungcheol played right into you and Mingyu’s hand. Well shit.

“A-are you mad d-daddy?” You ask, the name slipping out of your mouth. Seungcheol embarrassingly finds it hot.

“Fuck baby. Could never be mad at you. Should have just told me though. Daddy would have come and fucked you nice and good,” Seungcheol tells you as he ruts into you even more. Your hole loosens a bit and he’s able to shealth his full length into you. “Good boy, taking me so well.”

Seungcheol’s grip on your hips is tight as he starts to fully rock into you. Your body is already trembling under his and you’re mewling out with every hit of Seungcheol’s tip. Seungcheol picks up his pace to something that could only be described as animalistic. His hand presses between your shoulder blades, pushing you down into the mattress even more. Your whole body is nearly pushed into the bed, your hips grinding up against the sheets.

You’re babbling nonsense as Seungcheol fucks you. Your drool is dripping down onto the bed and tears are starting to form in your eyes as well. Seungcheol can’t focus on anything other than the way you're wrapped around his cock, squeezing him so tightly as he pounded into your ass.

“So good for me. Such a pretty boy. Yeah just like that baby,” Seungcheol coos. He can feel his balls tightening the more he plows into you.

Everything about you is intoxicating. Your skin is soft and warm under his palms and he loves how it feels when he squeezes at the pliant flesh. The noises you keep making are doing nothing but spurring on Seungcheol’s orgasm, the high pitched whimpers going straight to his dick.

Seungcheol has never been an overtly sexual person but he thinks he might become one if you keep it up like this. His mind floods with different scenarios where he could have you. A quickie backstage before a performance. Crowding you up after rehearsal in the dance room. Bent over in the car right before you guys catch a flight. He wants to do everything with you. Try new things with you.

“Daddy!” You cry out. “Need’a cum.”

“I got you baby.” Seungcheol reaches around your body to grab your cock in his hand. It’s heavy and he can feel the veins along it as he starts to pump you in his fist. “Cum whenever you want. Shit. Gonna cum too. Where do you-”

“Inside!” You call out. “Please. Need to be stuffed full with your cum.”

“Holy shit,” Seungcheol groans and he releases right then, spilling his load into your hole. The feeling of his cum inside of you drives you over the edge as well and you’re cumming all over Seungcheol’s hand. When you come down from your climax your body slumps onto the bed, out of breath.

Seungcheol pulls out of you and flops down beside you. He brings his hands up to play with your hair as you shuffle around to lay on his chest.

“You okay baby?” Seungcheol asks in a whisper.

You weakly nod a bit. “Feel good.”

“I’m going to be honest I don’t think this can be a one time thing for me,” Seungcheol admits.

“Good. I like you Seungcheol. Like, I really like you. I thought you just saw me as some kid though,” you say softly.

Seungcheol chuckles at this. “I think you’ve proven that you’re not just a kid anymore. So…you and Mingyu really weren’t…?”

“Ah,” you hide your face in his chest a bit, “that. We were talking one day and I kind of brought up how it’s hard to do anything as an idol and he agreed and then offered to help me out if I ever wanted. Then I brought up my crush on you and he said he could also help with that and well, you know.”

“Wonwoo said you guys had been doing stuff together for months.”

“Wonwoo…may or may not have been a part of it as well,” you admit sheepishly. “Mingyu and I did do stuff, just not to that extent. Everytime you caught us it was on purpose. Gyu knows you’re awful at knocking and decided to uh, use that to our advantage.”

Seungcheol stares at you incredulously. He has caught you guys…purposefully. That’s something he didn’t see coming.

“God you’re going to be the death of me,” Seungcheol mutters.

“Yeah,” you say sweetly, “but I think it's worth it.”

“Oh do you now?” Seungcheol teases and you nod, grinning back at him. “You’re lucky I think so too,” he says before swooping down to kiss you and he decides that yeah, maybe his habit of not knocking isn’t such a bad thing after all.

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living in a daydream (part3)

Harry helps you with your confidence, while treating you to a nice surprise.

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word count: 8.6k

warnings/tags: harry x reader, smut, mature situations, cheating/affair

It was your first full day with Harry since your husband left for the week. You were beyond excited as you held onto Harry’s hand while you walked through a store. He was treating you to some new shoes and a purse, at this current location. Those were just a few of the things he wanted you to buy. You were a bit nervous, as you normally were when it came to spending his money on yourself, but you knew he wouldn’t let you get away from the stores without a bag or two.

“I dunno why you spend all this money on clothes for me.” You said with a smile as you ran your hand over a dress that was hanging on a rack. You didn’t want it, but you were tempted to feel the fabric as you passed by. “Especially since.. we’re always naked.”

He chuckled beside you, giving your hand a squeeze. “You can’t walk around naked, baby. I have to make sure you have clothes.”

“Don’t want anyone to see me naked, hm?”

He grunted. “Don’t even joke, darling. You know m’selfish.”

“I still hate that you spend so much money on me.” You sighed out just as he stopped you in front of the display of heels.

Harry completely ignored the attendant that was walking up to you and he turned to face you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. One of his hands settled in the small of your back, the other lifted to your jaw.

“You’re my girl, babe.” He mumbled to you, leaning his face into yours. “I love spoiling you and buying you pretty things. I have money, so why not use it? Besides.. I get to take these pretty clothes off of you.. so we might as well both enjoy them, yeah?”

You felt a heat rise to your cheeks, mainly because there was a woman waiting a few feet away to assist you. Your hand pressed against his chest and you closed your eyes, moving your head so that your cheek was pressed against his. He didn’t mind.

“You’re the sweetest.” You pecked the corner of his jaw. “I love you.”

“Mmm, I love you more.” He gave your butt a quick squeeze before releasing you. “Now, try on some heels for me, peach.”

You let out a soft sigh as he stepped away from you and sat down on the small sofa in front of the shoe display. This store was one of his favorites to bring you to. They sold very nice things, and he always wanted you to have the best.

“After this we’re going to that cookie shop.” You gave him a stern lift of your brow as the woman grabbed a shoe that you quickly pointed to.

“Whatever you want to do, baby.”

“Mr. Styles, I usually don’t see you here during the week.” The woman gave him a polite smile. You recognized her, but didn’t remember her name.

He smiled back. “Took a few days off.”

“Well needed, i'm sure.”

“Definitely.” He nodded back.

“I.. I don’t like this.” You said with a frown as you stood up and looked at your feet in the big mirror.

Harry didn’t say anything, he only ever commented on what you tried on if you asked him directly. You slipped the shoes off and the attendant returned them to their shelf and picked up another pair instead. These were gold and sparkly with a strap around the ankle. You bit your cheek as you slid them on and secured the straps, trusting her judgement. These were nice.

“Oh.” You said, surprised that you liked the brightness of the shade of gold. “These are pretty.” You kicked your leg back, just watching the lights glimmer on the shoes. “Harry, do you like these?”

He rested his fingertips on his chin as he looked at the shoes, then up to your face. “They’re very sexy, doll.”

“Harry.” You huffed, hating when he did things like that in public - especially when the woman was literally standing next to you.

“I like them, yes.” He smirked, satisfied by teasing you.

“So these are a yes?” The woman asked as you took off the shoes.

“Yes, for sure.” You couldn’t hold back a smile. The shoes were beautiful, and they were quite comfortable, too.

“Are there any others you see that you want to try on?”

You looked at the display and pointed to the dark blues strappy heels. “Those, please.”

When she looked at them, she didn’t pick them up. “I’ll have to go grab your size.”

As she was walking away, Harry was getting impatient. He wasn’t annoyed by anything, he just wanted to be all over you.

“C’mere, babe.”

You sat down on his lap and he hummed, his arms wrapping around you. He was kissing your temple, wishing he could undress you and love on you.

“How many shoes do you want me to get?” You asked in a soft voice.

“Only what you want to get, baby doll.”

You sighed. “I just like the blue ones.. and the gold, of course.”

“Mm, okay. That’s fine with me.” He pecked your cheek. “What about the bags? Did you want to look at them?”

You shrugged, not interested in a new hand bag. “Can.. can we look at the.. jewelry?”

He chuckled, rubbing your waist with one hand and thigh with the other. “Baby, don’t be shy. We can look at whatever you want to.”

You lifted your arm and put it around his neck, your fingers falling into his sculpted hair. “I hate spending your money on stupid things.”

He shook his head. “It’s not stupid if you like it, baby.”

“I don’t need all this stuff.”

“But you want it, and I want you to have it.” His logic definitely wasn’t sound, but you didn’t want to argue so you just gave him a kiss instead.

“Harry.” You sighed back, still not convinced that spending his money was right.

“Here you go.” The woman returned with the shoes in your size.

You pecked Harry’s lips before standing up. He gently smacked your behind and your face went bright red. You ignored him though, in an attempt to not entertain his teasing.

You tried on the shoes and immediately fell in love with them. You smiled in the mirror, then turned to show Harry. He nodded, rubbing his fingers on his chin again.

“I’ll box these up for you.” The woman said as you started to take the shoes off. “Mr. Styles, are there any other items you’d like to see?”

“I think we want to look at the jewelry.” He said while standing up, fixing his sleeves.

It was hard for you to convince Harry to wear casual clothes while he went out, especially for a shopping day. But he can’t resist slipping on his fancy trousers and a long sleeve shirt that he always rolled up to his elbows.

“Would you like to see our public display or our more.. luxurious display?”

“Show me the expensive stuff.” Harry laughed gently as he slotted his fingers with yours.

“Will do.”

You both followed the woman towards the back of the store. You’ve seen the certain display she’s taking you to before, and you were always so shy when it came to picking something. Harry always insists that you get more than one thing, but you never actually did. You hated even getting that one thing, let alone multiple.

“I want you to get whatever you want, okay?” He said, squeezing your hand tight. “If you don’t pick stuff out, then I’ll do it for you.” The laugh he let out made you smile and shake your head.

“I’ll try.”

“Hm, try hard.” He kissed your temple just as you entered the back room.

“The cases are open. Feel free to try anything.” The attendant gestured to the display cases full of jewelry before she went over to the register in the corner to ring up the shoes.

“Rings, necklaces, bracelets.. what first, my love?” Harry moved his hand to the small of your back to guide you over to the glass cases.

“Necklaces.” You said in a soft mumble.

You happened to be right in front of the necklace case. Harry leaned his arm on it, looking down at the top shelf. That was where all the most expensive pieces were set out. He hummed, skimming over the diamonds and gemstones, wondering what you were eyeing.

“See anything you like, honey?” He asked, licking his lips as he looked over at you.

You were gazing down at a ruby necklace. You always loved the color of rubies. Harry’s first gift to you was a pair of ruby earrings that you adore more than anything. This necklace reminds you of the shape of them.

“The ruby one.. with the diamonds around it.” You whispered, blindly searching for his hand beside you.

He glanced down at your wandering hand and grabbed it, knowing you were getting a bit overwhelmed by doing this. Shopping was fun, but actually picking out and purchasing things always made you feel funny. It was almost like you were embarrassed and ashamed to ask him for anything. If he picked something out and gave it as a gift, then that was a different feeling for you. He was making the choices regarding his money in those instances.

“S’quite beautiful. Do you want to try it on?” He leaned closer to you, his voice deep and low.

You nodded to him, but didn’t look his way. You felt your stomach churning as he used his free hand to slide the front of the case open. With these displays, they lock in both the front and back. When customers are with an attendant, they always keep them unlocked for easier access.

“H-how much is it?” You nervously asked as he sat the box down on the glass so he could take it out.

“Doesn’t matter.” He shrugged while gently pulling the necklace out of the velvet box.

Harry stepped behind you so he could put the necklace around your back. He moved your hair to one shoulder and carefully laid the necklace on your skin. You grabbed the box while he was distracted and turned it over to see the price. You nearly choked as you saw the several digits.

“Harry, no.” You shook your head just as he secured the clasp and pulled your hair back over your back.

“Shh.” He kissed your temple, his arms slipping around your waist. “Don’t act like that.”

“It’s.. it’s almost six thousand dollars, Harry. It’s.. it’s a necklace.”

He chuckled gently, rubbing your stomach with one hand and your hip with the other. “I don’t care. You love it. I can tell.”

“Not that much.”

“Baby, i saw how your eyes were sparkling.. your lips fell open as soon as you saw it. You adore it, and.. and I want to get it for you. Don’t.. argue with me, okay?”

You stood silent for a second as you thought about everything all at once. If you were going to allow Harry to pay for a lawyer and for alimony and god knows what else, how much more could you possibly want to suck out of him? Six thousand dollars for a necklace?

“Please don’t.” You whispered under your breath, too nervous to say anything.

“Find something else, too. We can start stocking your vanity.” You could hear his smile.

Harry was always so excited to buy you things, whether it was a new pair of shoes or a bouquet of flowers. There wasn’t much he enjoyed more than spending money on you and giving you nice things. He had plenty of money, why would he want to be so stingy when it came to you? You just couldn’t understand it at all, why he would want to waste so much money on you. He loved you, simple as that.

“Nothing else.”

He grunted. “Baby.. you’ve gotten two pairs of heels.. and a necklace. That’s hardly anything.”

“From here, Harry. I’ve got other bags.” You reminded him, laying your hand over his. “I don’t want anything else.”

“You haven’t even looked at anything else.. just this one shelf.” He shot back quickly, wanting you to stop being so stubborn and just find something else.

“I don’t want anything else. I wanted a necklace.. and I got one.”

He huffed. “You’re being bratty, doll.”

“No, m’not.” You frowned. “I just don’t want anything else from here.”

Harry opted not to argue any further and told the woman that he was ready to check out. You kept quiet by his side the entire time, watching the price jack up on the screen of the register. No words came from you at all as Harry grabbed the bags and then your hand, ready to guide you to the next location.

Thankfully, he remembered what you asked for earlier. You were heading straight to the cookie shop. Harry didn’t mind stopping to get a snack, as long as you were content, he was fine with anything. You were glad that before going into the previous store, Harry ran your other bags to his car so you wouldn’t have to lug them around. You took the shoe bag from his hands so he could get out his wallet, there wasn’t much of a line to wait in. You dropped the small jewelry bag into the larger bag, your heart dropping at the thought of losing it.

“What do you want, baby?” He asks, his eyes trailing over the menu on the wall.

“Um, let me look.” You leaned closer to him, your eyes peering down at the display cases. “A chocolate chip and a peanut butter one. And… a water.”

“Alright.” He breathed out as he stepped up to the counter.

You took the opportunity to sit down at one of the small tables. Your feet were starting to hurt from walking around so much and trying on different shoes. A yawn suddenly came from your mouth, making you bring your hand up to shield it. You watched Harry as he ordered and paid for the cookies. He waited patiently as the woman sat them all in a box and grabbed the drinks, he also got water.

When he came back to you, you were about to stand up, but he took a seat across from you instead. He slid the box over to you and sat your water in front of you, as well. You smiled when he glanced at you, but you noticed something was off. You swallowed a lump as you opened the box and took out one of your cookies. You noticed he got a few more than you had requested, and some that you assumed he wanted himself - but you didn’t say anything.

“You look tired.” He said in a sigh.

“Just a little.” You shrugged, not realizing it was noticeable - but then again, he knew you so well.

“Do you want to go home?” He asked, rolling in his lips as he stared at you.

“We don’t have to.” You shook your head.

Harry gave you that look he always gave you when he knew you were lying. You pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, biting into the cookie you were holding. He licked his lips, and watched you for a moment, before speaking again.

“We can go home.”

You nod, not really feeling like arguing - especially since you actually wanted to go home. “When are we looking at houses?” You ask curiously, remembering that the man had to cancel for Saturday’s plans.

“Sunday. Is that good with you?”

“Mhm. He gets home Sunday night.” You smiled at the thought of a long week with Harry.

“Perfect.” He smiled back. “We’re going to up to the lake on Wednesday morning, staying til Saturday evening.”

“Really? I love it up there!” You grinned from ear to ear, happiness radiating off of you.

Harry chuckled. “I know, bunny. That’s why we’re going.”

You sighed. “I don’t have any sundresses. You know I love wearing those up there.”

“We can run by your house and get you some.”

Your eyes went wide as his offer. “My house? You.. you can’t go there, Harry.”

He smirked. “You can go in, darling. I’ll wait in the car.”

The thought of Harry being seen on the security cameras made your gut wrench. You kept your feelings and worries to yourself and just gave him a nod, continuing to eat your cookie like nothing was wrong. He kept on watching you, and it was sort of worrying you more than it should’ve.

“What?” You asked, taking a sip of your water.

“Just thinking about.. the little show you’re going to give me when we get home.” He bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes trained only on you.

“I think you just like watching me get naked.” You giggled gently, kicking his foot under the table. “You don’t care about the clothes.”

“I care.” He lowered his brows and smiled at you. “But.. I do enjoy seeing you change. It’s quite the show, my love.”

You twirled around in the middle of his bedroom, the pretty dress you picked out flared up in the breeze you created. Harry smiled as he saw how flattering the light blue color was against your skin. The fabric was soft and loose around your waist, but it fit nice against your chest. The straps were thin, the neckline low enough to show your collarbones, but not too much cleavage.

“S’very pretty, baby.” He gave you a nod.

You walked the short distance to the chair in the corner of the room where he sat, by the closet door. You grabbed his hand off the arm of the chair and sat it against your hip.

“It’s really soft.” You mumbled, looking down at his hand.

He squeezed your hip, then rubbed his hand over the fabric. “Mhm. It’s beautiful on you.”

You shrugged your shoulders cutely at him before going back to the bed. Harry licked his lips slowly as he watched you pull the fabric over your head and lay it out on the bed, knowing you would properly hang it up once you were done. Next was the dress that Harry insisted you get. It was low cut in the front and quite short at the bottom. You wiggled into it, trying to seem as comfortable as possible. The big mirror by the bathroom door was the only help you were getting as of now.

Once you had your chest adjusted, and the fabric pulled down as far as it’ll go, you turned to face him. Instantly, his smirk grew larger and his finger motioned for you to spin around. So you did, slowly so that he could see every part of you. The dress was stunning, you definitely liked it - but you wondered if it was a good fit for you. Did this style match your vibe? You weren’t sure.

“C’mere.” Harry gestured to you.

“It’s a bit snug.” You mumbled as you reached behind you, trying to pull it down further on your thighs. It was hardly covering the area where your legs met your butt. “Is it supposed to be this tight?”

When you reached him, Harry grabbed your waist and rotated you around, your backside facing him. You heard him moving in the chair as he sat up to get a better look. He pinched the hem of the dress between his fingers and gave it a hard tug. You grunted as you felt pressure release off your stomach and your butt.

“There. It was bunched up.” He said with a gentle laugh as you let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, this is better.” You nodded as you faced him now, looking down at your chest. It was more exposed than you usually aimed for, but that was okay for now.

“Gorgeous.” He gazed up at you, his pupils blown out.

You knew what that meant. He hadn’t been drinking anything, he was completely sober - but he was full of lust. He bit the inside of his cheek as you naturally sat your hand on your waist and pushed your hip out, eyes watching his closely.

“And where am I supposed to wear this to?” You asked, lifting a brow.

“In this room.” He winked. “Whenever I can finally take you out.. whenever you want, baby.”

Your eyes rolled as you went back to the bed to get the final piece of clothing you had bought, another dress. Harry watched you somewhat patiently as you got yourself out of the dress. You grabbed the next one and slipped it on. This was fairly simple to do since it was loose fitting all over, the straps about an inch thick. It was more modest than the other two, but it was still cute.

“Precious.” Harry smiled.

“You don’t like this one.”

He sighed. “I love it. It’s beautiful.”

“Mhm, sure.” You flipped your hair over your shoulder. “My boobs aren’t showing… it’s not glued against my ass.”

“Hey, stop.” Harry frowned at your words. “You look beautiful in anything you put on, baby, whether your tits are out or not.”

You didn’t bother going over to him. You were tired anyways and just wanted to put on something comfortable. You took off the dress and laid it on top of the other ones. Harry realized you were finished, so he stood up and came over to you. He took the dresses and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Wait til I get back.” He grunted as you started to unclasp your bra.

“Hurry then.” You said with a bit of sass, making him smack your butt.

Harry was quick to put the dresses away in the closet. He knew he didn’t put them in the places you wanted, but you could fix that later. Besides, you organized all of the time in there so it’s no big deal. When he came back to you, his hands grabbed your waist and he pulled you against him, your butt hitting his crotch.

“Let me do it.” He insisted, reaching up to grab the hook.

You sighed. “This doesn’t mean m’gonna do anything, baby.”

He chuckled in your ear as he worked the hook out of the loop. “I’ll change your mind, baby doll.”

Once your bra was on the floor, he slid his arms around your stomach and let his hand wander down to your panties. You felt tingles running through you as his lips peppered kisses on the side of your neck, and his hand began to go lower, his fingertips softly touching the material of your underwear.

“Can’t believe you’re mine, baby girl, can’t believe i get to touch and kiss and love on such a beautiful thing.” Harry was whispering to you, knowing exactly how to coax you in. “Gorgeous tits.. perfect ass.. and this pussy, god.” Harry’s fingers massaged your clit through your underwear.

“Harry.” You sighed out, closing your eyes as you felt the sparks in your chest and the shudders of pleasure run through your body.

“S’good, baby?” He asked, a smirk over his lips as you let out a breathy moan.

You didn’t answer him, but he didn’t worry too much about that. You weren’t always verbal or very loud when you had sex, mainly because your husband didn’t allow or entertain any of that. Harry has gotten you to come out of your shell in the past, but he was okay with you being more modest with what you said. He knew he’d change things for good eventually, once you were officially his and you wouldn’t have to worry about being quiet in that damn storage room..

“Harry.” You muttered, grabbing his wrist.

He figured you were just wanting to touch him, but he grunted as you pulled his hand away from your crotch. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He immediately asked.

“I’ve missed you.” You said as you turned to face him, your hand sliding onto his neck. “I.. I wanna put you in my mouth.”

When the smile toyed on your lips, Harry felt his dick twitch. It was rare that you said things so bluntly like that, but he didn’t mind. You were too tired to have sex last night - so he’s definitely missed you just as much.

“Babe, I wanna touch you.” He chuckled. “Can you be patient for me?”

You huffed. “I.. I guess. M’just tryna.. be.. sexier.” You looked down at his chest, thinking you were over doing it and making a fool of yourself.

“Hey.” He grabbed your chin to lift your head back. “You’re the sexiest human on this planet, baby. You don’t have to try.”

“I.. I mean like.. doing different things.. saying things.. like we talked about.”

Both of his hands slid onto your waist, ignoring the fact you were half naked and he was fully clothed. He pressed his lips against your temple, feeling the softness of your skin. For a moment, you were completely flustered and worried that you ruined the mood.

“Do.. do you re-remember?”

“I remember, baby, of course I do.” His lips moved down to your ear. “I remember everything we’ve done together, every word you’ve said.”

You groaned softly as he pulled you against him, your hands tightening on the fabric of his shirt. You wished you could feel his skin, but you were too nervous to make any moves. You haven’t been this nervous with him since the very start of your relationship.

“Whatever you wanna try.. just tell me, or do it.. I’m not going to deny you of anything.” He told you as he pulled back, his eyes looking down into yours.

You knew you could trust him with anything, so why were you worrying over this? Without saying anything, you pulled the bottom of his shirt out of his trousers. He lowered his hand to your hip to squeeze you, watching closely as you bit your lip - the buttons getting undone now.

“I want to be more confident.. you always do all the work.” You mumbled to him, distracting yourself with the buttons.

“How about we.. try some dirtier talk, hm?” Harry said in a light voice as you tried to push his shirt off of his arms. He took over and got rid of the fabric.

You nod to him. “If you want.”

He smirked gently, but returned his hands to your waist as you started to mess with his belt. You were getting frustrated with the buckle, it kept getting stuck. He grabbed your hand and moved it to his bulge, pressing hard so you’d be able to feel him. You began to grope him as he worked on getting the belt loose and his pants undone. You kept massaging his bulge, pulling grunts from his throat. Ever since the beginning of your intimacy with him, you’ve struggled with making the first move - even when it came to grabbing him. He always guided you, always helped.

Before you realized it, he was naked and his hands were roaming your body, his mouth latching into yours. It had felt like ages since you felt his body moving against yours - skin on skin, creating a new warmth between you.

He threw you on the mattress, climbing on top of you and rubbing his erection against your belly, wishing he was deep in you. A breathless moan left your mouth as he moved his dick between your legs, now rubbing it on your slit.

“Mm, fuck.” Harry grunted as his lips moved to meet yours. “So wet for me, baby.”

You tensed up slightly, and he noticed. He let it slide though, because what could possibly be wrong? This wasn’t the first time you’ve warmed up this way, you actually love it when he does that.

He was going to let it go unmentioned until he felt your hands go frigid on his body, like you had turned to stone. He gave you a grunt as he pulled away from your neck.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He froze, not wanting to keep going if you weren’t liking it

When he looked down at you, you got a fearful gleam in your eyes. “I.. nothing.”

“Do you not like that? I’ve.. I’ve said that before.” You could tell he was confused, but more concerned than anything else

“No.. I just..” you shook your head as your eyes fell shut.

His lips began pecking your cheek, soft and slow touches. “If you aren’t comfortable, I need you to tell me.” When you grunted, he kissed the corner of your mouth before leaning back up.

“It’s not you.. it’s me.” You mumbled, feeling embarrassed for no reason. “I don’t know.. what to say.”

You’ve said things like that to him several times, but going further than that, filthier - well, you were nervous and unsure.

“If you don’t want to say anything, you don’t have to. I’ll do it.. so you can get used to it.” He says with a smile. “You’re extremely tense, darling. Do you want me to get some wine or something?”

You were getting even more agitated. “I don’t need wine.”

“Okay, okay.” He lifted his brows as you looked at his eyes, they were soft and filled with concern. “What can I do?”

He was slightly thrown off guard when you reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him back down, his mouth on yours. He moved in sync with you, letting his tongue find shelter in your mouth for a long, long moment. You wanted to get lost in him, feel him all over your body and just melt together. Yet, you were struggling to fight your nerves.

When you pulled back from him, you directed his head towards your neck. He didn’t hesitate to start a trial of sloppy kisses and gentle sucks until he reached your shoulder. You were running your hands through his hair, the other holding onto his shoulder.

The feeling of his teeth sinking into your delicate skin made you shudder, eyes closing as you soaked up the moment. As he did it for the third time, biting down and sucking on the area just seconds after, a spark lit up your chest. You grabbed onto his hair and pulled him up. He grunted, smirking as he caught a glimpse of your face before you attached your lips to his jaw.

You let the instincts kick in as you sucked marks up his jaw, moving down to his neck. His hand snaked down between your bodies, his fingertips circling over your clit. You moaned softly in his ear as you took a second to breathe. Harry squeezed your hip as hard as he could as he felt your teeth nibbling at his skin.

“Markin’ me up good, hm, baby doll.”

“You’re mine.” You whispered against his skin, your tongue sliding over the teeth marks you left on the side of his neck.

“Gon’ make sure everyone knows, yeah?” He kissed your skin softly, rubbing you with more pressure now. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

You groaned as he sped up his fingers. Your head fell back against the mattress and your eyes found his. You held onto his hair with one hand while the other was on his side. He licked his lips as your mouth fell open, another moan coming out.

“Baby, can I try something?” He asked, gently raising his brows.

“Mhm, whatever you want.” You smiled back, pecking his chin.

He dropped his forehead on yours, eyes watching closely. You grunted, eyes squeezing shut. A familiar feeling was bubbling in your stomach and rising up through your chest. You sucked in a breath, eyes as tight as ever.

“Harry.” You gasped, on the verge of your release.

He suddenly pulled his fingers away and your stomach dropped. Your eyes shot open and you looked very confused.

“I.. I didn’t-“

“I know.” He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth. “It’s called edging.. it’ll make your orgasm way better.”

“You’re cruel.” You said through a laugh.

“Is it okay? I won’t do it unless you wanna.”

You thought about how you wanted to do more things with him. Knowing that he was wanting to do the same was very encouraging and it made you feel confident. You grabbed onto his nape, eyes barely opened as you looked at him.

“You can do it.. but only sometimes. Now is fine.”

He smirked. “You make the rules, darling.”

“I want you.”

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He moved his mouth down to your ear. “Want my fingers.. my mouth?”

“Want your mouth.” You muttered back, kissing his jaw.

He grabbed your arms and moved them down onto the bed. He then took your wrists and held your arms down, his mouth peppering kisses down your collarbone and chest. You gasped as he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and licking over your hardened nub.

“Need you, please.” You huffed as he moved to your other breast.

“Patience, my love.”

Harry kept your arms down as he kissed a trail towards your mound. You giggled softly as his touch tickled your stomach. He noticed of course and gave you a swipe of his tongue around your navel. You grunted, wiggling your fingers against his arm. He let you take his hand, tangling his fingers with yours and you squeezed him tight.

“Pretty please.” You mumbled through a whine, staring down at him as he teased his lips against the spot above your slit.

“Want my mouth, baby doll?” He lifted his brows as he gazed up at you, in awe at the curves of your body - the swell of your breasts.

“Yes, please, please give me your mouth.” You managed to get your fingers around his wrist where you sunk your nails in deep.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Make you cum for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Harry.. please.” You were trying to control your breathing but it was all over the place.

He didn’t tease you any longer. He let go of your wrist and wrapped his arm around your thigh, his fingers spreading your womanhood, exposing the pink flesh and the small folds. He licked his lips and let your skin go. He didn’t like to hold you open too much, sometimes his finger pressure would make bruises and he hated seeing those down there.

The moment his mouth touched you, you let out a heavy moan. He chuckled against you, vibrations racing through your body. You grabbed onto his hair and began pulling at his roots. His tongue was swiping through you, wetting your skin more than it already was.

“Oh, baby.” You whined, pulling his hair as you watched him lap up your juices, taking long moments to suck you into his mouth. “Fuck, Ha-Harry.”

He felt his cock twitch as your head fell back and your back arched off the bed. He used his free hand to hold your pelvis down on the bed. You immediately grabbed his forearm and began scratching him. He grunted as he sucked on your nub.

“Harry, Harry, Harry!” You were practically screaming as he aucked as hard as he could on your clit. “Edge me.”

He furrowed his brows, unsure if he actually wanted to torture you like that. But, as you drug your nails down his arm to his fingers, grasping them as tight as you could, he knew you were close and you were about to come undone.

“Please! Just once! Please, Harry!” You were begging at this point, wanting to experience it like he suggested minutes ago. “Oh, fuck.”

That last little whine made him grunt and pull his face away from your pussy. You groaned, cupping yourself as you felt the bubbles shatter - the feelings so strong, but unable to burst the way you needed them to.

Harry moved your hand out of the way and spread you again, looking at the redness he created and the soaking wet mess you made - your entrance oozing with sweetness. He let you go, but kept his hand on your mound as he looked up at you.

Your hand was pushing into your hair, your breathing was quick and sharp. It was easy to see that you had gotten built up so high, but it was taken away from you.

“I dunno if I like doing that to you.” He said with a soft laugh, crawling back above you.

When his lips met yours, you didn’t hesitate to kiss him, knowing you’d taste yourself. He was surprised when you grabbed his jaw and swirled your tongue around his chin, gathering the wetness that was on his skin. He found that extremely hot, making him groan and squeeze either side of your waist.

“Tastes good, hmm?” He smirked against your mouth, knowing you were enjoying these more intimate moments.

“Mhm.. M’sure you agree.” You whispered back, your eyes barely opened.

“Wanna taste some more?” He asked as his arm moved downwards, his fingertips slipping into your slit.

You hummed at the feeling and he licked over his bottom lip as his two fingers were trapped in the hot warmth of your skin, soaking wet. He circled his fingers around and slid them through your folds, making little sparks go up your spine in the process. When he brought his hand up to you, he leaned up so he could watch. While you had done this while being alone, you hadn’t ever done it with him.

You opened your mouth, inviting his fingers in. He felt precum forming on his tip as you sucked his fingers and swirled your tongue around them, cleaning them free of your flavor.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He huffed, swallowing hard as you released his fingers. “Good, hm? See why I love your pussy so much, angel?”

You smirked, letting a soft giggle come out. Just as he moved his arm to make a second trip down there, you grabbed him and shoved his arm away - while letting yours go down your body and in between your legs. He was practicing laying on your right thigh, resting his weight. But you were able to easily get to your slit, where you coated your own two fingers. A moan came from you as your wrist rubbed your clit.

Harry smirked, watching your face contort as pleasure burst in small, sudden sessions. When you brought your hand back, he groaned as he saw how wet it was - almost more than his had been. He thought you were going to stick your fingers in between your own lips, but he realized he was wrong as your other hand grabbed his jaw and you brought your fingers to his lips.

He let out another groan before opening his mouth, your fingers slipping in so easily. You were throbbing between your legs as he sucked on your fingers, wrapping his tongue around them, cleaning your skin off.

“You’re so hot.. love watching you taste me.” You whispered.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, his cock was aching with every word you said. You giggled lightly, your hand falling to his neck. He kept your fingers in his mouth, grabbing your wrist to maneuver the other two into his mouth. You watched with glazed over eyes, lust filling every inch of you.

He sucked on your digits for a few long moments, then you withdrew them from his mouth. You bit down on your lip as you reached down and searched for his cock. He shifted slightly, allowing you better access. When you wrapped your fingers around his tip, he moaned and instinctively bucked his hips.

“Harry.”

“Hmm?” He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Your hand slid to his nape and you held him tight. “Can.. can you.. um.” You got nervous suddenly, which made you irritated.

Harry quickly kissed your cheek a few times, distracting you from the upset feelings. “Whatever you want, baby doll. Just tell me, or show me.” He encouraged you, knowing you needed that.

You nod softly, then press your own lips to his skin. You just wanted to kiss his cheek and his jaw for a few moments. He let you do whatever you wanted of course.

“Just want you to rub against me.. then I want you in my mouth.” You said in a soft tone, your eyes closed even though he wished you were looking at him.

“Hm, like this?” He asked as he adjusted his cock between your legs, resting it on your slit.

You nod, nails sinking into his nape. “Please.”

Harry started moving his hips, dragging his length against your wet skin. You moaned as his tip shoved itself against your clit. He couldn’t help but smile as your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open - every hit against your nub made you go further and further into the pleasure. You were over the moon.

“My baby must want my cock to taste like her pretty pussy, hm?”

Harry’s words made you gasp, along with a nice clit stimulation. He chuckled, playfully swiping his tongue up your jaw.

“Mhm, wanna taste us at the same time.” You said, your breath fanning the side of his face.

He kept up a good pace, rubbing his heavy cock against your pussy. You were loving every second of it. Thankfully, he always did this before slipping into you, but this time he wouldn’t be going straight in after. You squealed as his tip nudged your clit hard then rubbed over it.

“Ooh, baby.” He cooed at you. “Your little nub is sensitive, hm?”

You nodded, lifting your other hand to his shoulder. “The.. the edging.. works.” You breathed out.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Gonna edge me, baby? Make me feel so good.. then take it all away?”

Your eyes opened as curiosity flowed through you. “Wan’ me to?”

He smirked, in awe at your eagerness and surprise. “Mhm. Unless you want me to cum in your mouth.”

Your stomach bubbled as he said that. You’ve tasted him plenty of times, but it was rare that your mouth was filled with his seed - normally he just did it in your pussy or on your stomach if you didn’t want to be messy. You would always wipe it up and taste it if it were on your stomach, so you knew you definitely loved it.

“Can you.. uh, will you be able to cum again.. in me?”

He smiled. “Are you doubting my abilities?”

You giggled as he pecked several kisses against your cheek. “I don’t wanna make you overdo it.”

“I can definitely do it twice, baby doll. Want me to fill your mouth and your pretty pussy, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod, sucking on your cheek. “Wanna be full.”

He groaned, loving this newfound confidence and filth you had. “Full of my cum, yeah? I’ll fill you up, baby girl.”

You moaned softly, your fingertips trailing to the side of his neck. “Love it when you call me that.”

“I know.. such a sexy thing you are, baby.” Harry looked at you for a moment, even glancing down at your breasts.

“I wanna use my mouth now.” You said with a gentle pout of your lips.

Harry made sure to kiss you nice and slow, his tongue wiping against yours as your arm wrapped around his neck. His cock was still against your pussy, but it still felt so nice to have him there. He was being so considerate and patient with you right now - letting you easily explore new phrases and let out your dirty thoughts. You felt so loved, so appreciated.

“Now, please.” You mumbled as you pulled away from his mouth.

His hands went onto the mattress, pushing himself above you. “How do you wanna do it? On your knees or what, baby?”

You thought for a second, then touched his chest. “Lay down.”

He lifted his brows, but didn’t hesitate to move onto the bed beside you. He put an arm under his head as he watched you move onto your knees. You were slightly unsure about this, but you wanted to at least try.

“Is.. is it okay like this?” You asked as you got between his legs and laid down, your arms resting on his thighs.

“Are you comfortable like that?” He asked sweetly, always wanting you to be happy.

You nod back to him and he smiled. You grabbed his dick with one hand and pressed your other against his hip bone.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your hand, baby.” He said as the drool was pooling in the corners of his mouth - he was rock hard.

You smiled cutely and pressed a kiss to the slit on his tip. He twitched in your grip and grunted hard. Harry’s reactions always made your stomach bubble. He was so hot and everything he did was so good, so attractive.

“Gonna suck me off, baby? Use that pretty mouth on me?”

His filthy words made your pussy tingle. “Mhm, make you feel so good.”

As you closed your mouth around his tip, he let out a moan and closed his eyes for a second, not wanting to miss the beautiful sight.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” He grunted.

You kept on sucking him into your mouth, going about half way. Harry never forced you to go to a certain point, mainly because he didn’t want you to hurt yourself. He always let you take control and do whatever you wanted.

He was loving every second of this. You’d release him from your mouth to take a quick breath, then start twirling your tongue around the tip, then going up and down his length. Squeezing the base, holding it tight as you sucked. He was in Heaven.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck..” Harry groaned as you started pushing him further into your mouth.

He watched in awe as you sat up some so you could easily take him down your throat. He nearly burst as your nose hit his trimmed pubes, your throat enclosing around him. He heard you grunt and felt your throat reacting to being full. He grabbed your hair gently and tried to pull you up.

“Baby, please don’t hurt yourself.” He said with a sigh as you ignored his efforts.

You held him for a few more seconds before your body couldn’t handle it anymore. You took him from your mouth and gasped for air immediately. He rubbed his thumb against your swollen lip, wishing you’d listen to him. You rested your head in his hand as you worked on pumping his length, knowing your mouth needed a break.

“Did.. did I do good?” You asked as innocently as ever, your eyes moving up to his for approval.

He hooked his thumb in the corner of your mouth. “You did so good, my baby. So, so good. But.. don’t wan’ you to hurt yourself, yeah?”

You nod softly, humming as his thumb moves to press down on your tongue. He was loving this dirty action, you both were so comfortable saying and doing all these things you hadn’t really done before. He realized that he loved hearing you ask for praise. God he loved that so much. He figured he should tell you afterward, because it seemed that you liked it just as much.

“Always so good with your mouth.” He assured you as you kept pumping him. “Love it when you squeeze me, babe.”

His thumb slipped out of your mouth, but rested on your chin. “Mm, m’so..” You didn’t finish your sentence because a moan came out i stead. Harry noticed you were moving your hips, rubbing yourself against the bed. He grunted, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“Rub your pussy on my leg, baby. Make yourself feel good.” He suggested with a deep breath, your grip was so tight on him.

You smiled, silently thanking him for saying that. You let his cock go for a moment to throw your leg over his and basically straddle his shin. You moaned as you lowered your hips and felt your clit rub against his skin. The hairs on his leg provided you some friction and it was like Heaven.

Harry was so far gone now - his girl was sucking and tugging on his cock while rubbing her cunt on his leg, making herself feel nice while giving him pleasure. He was eating it up.

“Your pretty pussy’s so wet, baby.” He said with a chuckle as you looked up at him, your hand wrapped around his cock now.

“Can’t wait to be full.” You whispered, biting your lip as he groaned.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He groaned. “Keep talkin’ like that and m’gonna cum.”

You giggled softly and decided to just tease him while gripping him tight. “It feels so good.. rubbing on you.” You pressed down harder against his leg.

“Yeah?” He raked his fingers through your hair, grabbing the side of your face. “You just love putting that sweet pussy all over me, hm?”

“Hmm, maybe.”

He groaned as you squeezed his base. “Oh, baby. So close.”

You aucked on your lip as you pumped him quick and hard, making sure to tighten your grip at the base and the tip. He was a moaning mess, his fingers wrapped in your hair as you brought him to the edge.

“Oh, fuck.” Harry gently knocked your hand away and you knew what that meant. It had been so long since you did this, but you surely hadn’t forgot how.

You aucked his tip into your mouth and held him tbere as your hand pumped the rest of his length.

“Oh. Fuck, baby.. m’gonna fill you up.”

He grunted hard and you watched his belly contort as the pleasure whipped through him. Within seconds, he was spilling into your mouth - thick stripes of cum covering your tongue. You hummed around him, making him shudder.

“Oh, baby girl.” He muttered in between moans, shooting a thick, heavy load into your mouth.

The taste was filling your senses, the weight of his cock against your tongue was comforting. You adored him in every way, especially in his most vulnerable moments like this.

You swallowed as much as you could with him in your mouth. His hand fell from your head and his head hit the pillow, his breathing heavy and deep as he tried to come back down. You gently pulled him out of your mouth and swirled your tongue around his tip, cleaning him off completely. You swiped up the little droplet that has fallen down his length, making him groan loudly.

Once you were satisfied with the clean up, you started to move, intending on laying down beside him but he grabbed your arm to halt you.

“Get on me, babe.” He said, glancing down at his rock hard cock.

“Harry.” You mumbled, a bit of shyness in your tone. “I.. I don’t like being on top.”

He leaned up on his elbow, just to be a little closer to you. “Don’t have to fuck me like that, babe. Just wanna do some things with you.”

You smiled sweetly. “Things?”

He gave you a smirk and sat all the way up, his legs bending at the knees to get comfortable. His heavy hand moved to your waist while the other reaches for your hand.

“C’mon, wanna tease you a bit.”

You lifted a brow. “Teasing is mean, bubby.”

“Oh, but you love it so much.” He grinned back, his fingertips grabbing your nipple suddenly. “Trust me, baby doll, I won’t torture you.”

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valiantroeagleangel · 3 months

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Will's alphabet.

Will Ramos x female reader.

Never saw anyone make an alphabet for Will, which is -once again- SCANDALOUS. So here, have my headcanons. It's what is running in my head so please don't come for me.

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

The dude is CLINGY. I'm sorry but all I see is clingy Will, grabbing you and pulling you into his arms. You can be both full of sweat, covered in cum, the dude doesn't care, he wants to feel you close. You just want to pee? Why? You don't need to pee. You need to rest in bed with him. Don't care if it's dirty, if you need to clean up or whatever, he is dead and won't sleep if you're not by his side.

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

Have you seen this dude's V-line and abs? I'm sorry but he gotta be proud of it. And maybe it's just me but I see him more like an ass/ thighs kind of guy. Will definitely slap your ass or grab your thighs. Gladly let you strangle him between them. His head is stuffed in your pussy while he eats the shit out of you, his arms surrounding your thighs as he keeps your legs closed on his head.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cums in your mouth if you suck him off. That's it.

Will die for you to let him cum between your lips and want you to stick out your tongue to show it to him on your tongue before you swallow. He'll go feral for this.

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

Sniff one of your panties while he masturbates. The dude is so whipped on you that he has to do this, your scent is intoxicating.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think he knows what he is doing because he listens. He wants to please you. Again I see him as a very puppy boy, very needy and worshipping. He wants you to feel good, he wants to see you come so I think he definitely finds a way to do it. Whether he is experienced or not. Even virgin Will works to make his lady come.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style because: your ASS. It gives him a good grip and a divine view as you arch yourself, your butt pushed and high for him.

Or like a missionary but kind of wild style. Will thrust into you like a beast, his lips on yours while he groans into the kiss.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

This dude definitely cracks jokes during the deed. He can be very serious and passionate but a funny sound and it's all gone. He'll laugh about it and try to reproduce it with his mouth. Though, he will never make fun of you or say something that could be hurtful just to make a joke.

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

I think he is a bit groomed, not that much but he trims it. He loves getting blowjobs so he gotta motivate you, you know. If it's all bushy down there you might not be very eager to go down so he wants to be sure that it's cut short enough.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I think he is a pretty intimate person. Once again the missionary can be very passionate. He wants to make you feel loved and for you to feel how much he cares about you. I'm not sure he'll set the bed with red petals, flowers and candles but he won't stop kissing you everywhere he can. He will remind you how pretty you are and how lucky he is to have you for him. This kind of stuff.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Already said that but jerk off in your panties. I think he kinda does it a lot. First, because of tour, sexual relations can be hard while he is away but also because he likes his alone time and his mind can run wild as fuck. That doesn't mean you guys don't have sex. But just- he is at home and for god knows what reason he gets all horny but you're at work and he starts missing you, wishing you were here. Then his mind gets so worked up that he ends up masturbating, his mind racing with images of you while you do everything he wants you to do. It's his mind, he can be free and live on his own sexual tendencies. No one is here to care about how unhinged it is.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Secretly wants you to tell him that he is a good boy and that he is doing such a good job for you. Called you "mommy" once as a joke but it actually got him hard.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed, because it allows him to unleash his passionate side but honestly he is ready to ride everywhere. As long as both of you are getting off it's good enough for him.

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

The mommy kind of thing. If you moan, praise him, tell him how good he is or how good you feel because of him the dude is ready to keep going or go for another round.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't see him being heavy on the daddy rough kind of domination you know.

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

BLOWJOBS. FACE FUCKING PEOPLE. Obsessed with everything related to your mouth and his dick.

And for the skills, have you heard him? Trust me his tongue is STRONG. He knows how to flick it without getting tired. He'll bring you to the heavens, his fingers knuckled deep inside of you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think he can be really rough on the face fucking, he'll hold your face still while he fucks your lips like a fucking animal. But for the sex, I see him more like a sensual kind of fucking, slow and nice, faster when you start to cry his name but will pounder you in rhythm with very calculated moves.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

The pasta is cooking? Too late Will already got you bent over the kitchen table, slapping your ass. He loves his passionate and sensual rounds but I think that, if you're in the kitchen and he just gets horny, he will quickly get you off without you asking anything, just because he thinks you deserve to come for any reason.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think he won't experiment with too much public sex. He is not afraid to show the world how much he cares about you but he won't fuck you in public places, he doesn't want everybody to know what the two of you are doing, even if one time he fucked you in that fitting room because he couldn't wait.

That aside I think he is kinda willing to try if you want to try, as long as he doesn't have to hurt you severely or as long as it's not all DDLG stuff.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If it's been some time because he was away for tour or for something else he doesn't last, he tries to hold but it's so fucking wet and hot inside of you and he missed it so much that he just shoots his load without being able to refrain from it. But you're good for another round, maybe two.

Otherwise, in more normal circumstances he can hold it, he wants to see you come, it's all he is pursuing so he is going to last as long as you need (if he doesn't get too excited).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I already wrote about it so I'll gladly do it again, Will likes toys. He is definitely not against it. He'll buy you a dildo. No problems. He'll watch you use it while he Facetimes you on tour. They are his friends. You want to edge him with a cock ring, I mean who is he to deny you what you want? You'll praise him for holding on and he'll be down on his knees for that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Such a big tease. Edges you because he knows how hard you come and how you see stars afterwards. And in public, even if he is not heavy on the public sex kind of thing, he'll still draw circles on your thighs while you're hanging out with others, noticing how your skin is getting chilly and how hot it grows when he draws his fingers closer to your inner thigh. Can spend the night by slightly touching you to get you all worked up, just to tease you and get you in the mood so he can fuck you immediately when the two of you go home.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Grunts, groans, make a bunch of animal noises. He doesn't care. He doesn't want to hold how good he is feeling. He wants you to know how divine it is.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is horny while he is high. He'll smoke to relax but then you're passing in front of him, sitting next to him on the couch and POOF you're good for it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

THICK. I don't think it's THAT long but it's massive.

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

He is not a teenager anymore but he still got it in him you know. He can get flustered really easily, especially for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Will not sleep if you don't cuddle him but when you're by his side, dead ass sloth. Snoring like an old man. I'm sorry.

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shubblelive · 1 year

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— HOW IT WORKS

summary : you have never liked wilbur soot. the two of you just always seemed to butt heads. you’re civil, though, especially because you have mutual friends. one of whom seems to have an ulterior motive.

genre : fluff

warnings : swearing, alcohol/drinking (not to excess) protective!best friend! niki is pissed at wilbur the ENTIRE time, reader has hair that reaches at least their shoulder (type, texture and colour aren’t described), tommy being a shithead

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader, one-sided enemies to lovers

pronouns : she/her

featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!nihachu, cc!tommyinnit (mentioned)

word count : 1.4k

note : ty for 300, can’t even begin to explain how much i appreciate it tagging @starsyoubreaklikesugardust because of how lovely she is. title stolen from one of my favourite taylor songs ofc

“please, niki,”

he’d been begging for nearly 15 minutes at this point, but niki was stone faced. she was one of his best friends, he knew all the tricks to make her give in. he’d complimented her, talking about her new hair colour and how it suited her. he’d made himself seem as pathetic as possible so she’d be more likely to help. he’d given her begging eyes, trying as hard as he could to convince her.

he only had one more trick left, and after that it would be pure brute force: asking over and over again until she got pissed off enough to either yell at him to fuck off or she’d agree.

“but, niki, please,” she huffed as wilbur started talking again. “imagine,” he pulled his face up beside hers to guide her on his journey of persuasion. “events in which you can hang out with me and not feel guilty. events in which you can hang out with her and not feel guilty. picture not having to be weird and squirmy around me when you say you can’t film with me because you’re filming with her. not having-”

“enough!” niki put her phone down, looking at wilbur, unimpressed. “you know she’d kill me, right?”

“pretty sure she’d thank you if it works out the way i want it to,” wilbur said innocently, and niki picked up a pillow, ready to hit him with it. “come on! for me? for your best friend?”

“the answer is no wilbur,”

“but-”

“no, i already have to listen to you whine about how much she doesn’t like you, i don’t want to have to listen you talk about how much she does.” niki shook her head. “i’m sorry. i can’t help you.”

lo and behold, thanks to brute force it was less than twenty minutes before she finally agreed, and wilbur walked out of her flat armed with his new knowledge.

there was only another 2 weeks before he had to use it. tommy had finally moved out of his shithole apartment, and he had a small get together with a few other brighton streamers. including you.

your cardigan had slipped off your shoulder, and he resisted the urge to pull it back up. not in a predatory “no one should see your shoulders” sort of way, but more in a protective, wanting you to be warm way.

you’d first met wilbur six months ago, and he’d declare it was love at first sight. niki had actually been the one to introduce you, and he’d never be able to thank her enough for all the help she’d given regarding you. the first night, you’d were lovely. all soft smiles and laughing too hard at his shit jokes. he’d brushed a lock of hair off your shoulder and it had given you both goosebumps. wilbur had decided right then and there that before the night was over, he was going to kiss you. or at least attempt to, unless you weren’t interested.

he’d left you alone for fifteen minutes to go get a drink and to use the bathroom, and on his way back he’d been apprehended by tommy. the bastard had made fun of him for how whipped he looked the entire night, and wilbur had been too self conscious to admit he wanted to go back to talk to you. when he’d finally lost tommy’s interest, he’d also apparently lost yours.

you avoided him for the rest of the night, sending short replies whenever he messaged you until finally, he stopped.

he hadn’t dated anyone since, putting it down to it simply not being something important right now. he pointedly ignored the fact that he still really wanted to kiss you.

now, he watched you sip your drink while you chatted with tommy. someone new showed up and tommy had to excuse himself to say hi, and that was when wilbur approached. "fancy seeing you here."

you smiled politely, trying to mask your evident distaste for him. "hi,"

"you look really nice," he tugged gently on the sleeve of your cardigan. "'s this new?"

you pulled back. "thank you. and no, i've had it for a while. i think i see niki, i should go talk to her. have a nice night, wilbur."

perfectly polite, if a little brusque. you floated off, pulling the cardigan back up over your shoulder as you reached your best friend. "what did he want?" niki asked curiously.

"just trying to talk to me," you didn't wanna start a fight, so you waved him off. niki, however, kept pushing.

"yeah? about what?"

"doesn't matter, nik-"

"why do you hate him?"

you shut your mouth. "i don't-"

"yes, you do. and i love you both, and i just want to fix it but i don't know how!" she sounded upset, and you frowned. she took a gulp of the rest of the water in her glass. "i'm going to get enother drink. i'll be back."

so you were left alone in tommy's crowded living room, having pissed off the one person you'd really want to talk to. the only other person who wasn't speaking to someone else was wilbur.

there was no point in staying at this point. you finished your drink and grabbed your bag, stepping out into the hallway to call a taxi. it was raining outside, and you were huddled under the awning as best you could, pulling your cardigan back over your shoulder.

the metal door to the building buzzed as it was open. it was wilbur, black coat pulled tight around him. he shrugged it off, shoving it towards you. rain had started trickling down your back, and you were shaking uncontrollably.

"are you insane?" he had to yell for you to hear him. when you didn’t take the coat, he tossed it at you. you caught it instinctively. "what are you doing?"

"going home." you replied, throwing it over your shoulders, leaving your arms out. "what are you doing here?"

"i came to check on you!"

"we're not friends, wilbur!" you rolled your eyes, rain pounding the top of your head and soaking you to the bone. "what do you want?"

"why do you hate me?"

your voice went up an octave. "why does everyone keep asking me that? i don't hate you! ok, we're fine. just go back inside, my cab's coming." you looked at your phone and your face fell. they'd cancelled on you. "fuck.”

"let me drive you home," he begged. "please."

"we are not friends!" you emphasised. "wilbur, come on-"

"you know i'm in love with you, right?" you stopped in your tracks, mouth left open. "i have been since i first met you! i thought you were the prettiest girl i've ever seen, and i was going to kiss you. the very first night we met."

tears had welled up in your eyes, blending with the rain. he wanted to wipe them away, but he kept talking. "and i had just worked up the courage to, when suddenly you decided you hated me! why? what did i do? please, just tell me!"

"you're being cruel, wilbur," you sobbed. he was taunting you. telling you what you wanted to hear, making you admit to how you felt only to shove it in your face. you were being pathetic.

"i love you," he said quietly. "and if you don't feel the same, then that's fine. but this has been the longest six months of my entire life. and it's because i was a coward. i was too afraid to tell you how i felt."

"you talked to tommy that night," your voice was low, so soft he almost couldn't hear you over the rain. "kid was making fun of you, said you were being a simp, or something." you wiped a tear away furiously. "and you said. "her?" as if the idea was so terrible. "sure." you said. you laughed, and then came right back to my side and tried to flirt with me."

he faltered. he did say that. it had been loud that night. he was a little drunk, and irritated with his younger brother figure, and all he had wanted was to get back to you. tommy wouldn’t stop making fun of him and he wanted to kiss you so bad his mind went blank. he was an asshole.

“believe me, darling,” he pleaded. “i know i was a dick, and i hurt you. but that was a lie. i wanted tommy off my back, so i said it to shut him up. but trust me, it’s not true at all. i love you, really. and i’ll wait forever and ever, if that’s what it takes for you to believe me.” there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. “please, let me drive you home.”

so, you ended up in the front seat of wilbur soot’s car on your way back to your place. you’d noticed that he’d nearly died of shock when you’d let him hold your hand with his free one. you could only imagine how he’d react when you let him kiss you on the sidewalk in front of your house.

he’d have to thank niki later.

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frierengf · 5 months

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company -- hayakawa aki x reader

— company noun

a commercial business. — ”a manufactoring company”

the fact or condition of being with another, especially in a way that provides friendship and enjoyment — ”i really enjoy his company”

fragments from smoke breaks and after work hangouts

wc : 4 085 | ao3 [tags & notes]

You’re sitting crouched in the smoking area behind of your office building, unlit cigarette perched between your lips. You fiddle with your lighter, flipping it, running your fingers over the stupid picture of the ocean, spinning the wheel that would normally give you a healthy flame to light your dumb cigarette. Sparks. Barely even that. It’s busted. Broken. And you definetly don’t have the time or energy to go and get a new one. Maybe if I sit here long enough the nicotine will seep in through my lips. A flicker pulls you from your thoughts and you instinctively take a drag. Inhale, hold, exhale. It’s muscle memory by now, and you rest your jaw in your hand as you look up at your saviour. Handsome. Dark hair, darker suit. Blue tie, bluer eyes. Maybe even gorgeous, but you don’t dare to go that far. Yet. ”Thank you…” you trail off, and he looks at you. His gaze is bordering on looking through you, and a small shiver runs down your spine. ”Hayakawa,” he mumbles around his own cigarette, before lighting it. ”Y’must be a pretty shit airplane passenger Hayakawa.” He raises his eyebrows and you smile. ”Save yourself before you save others, no?” ”I’d argue that im the perfect passenger then. Cigarettes aren’t exactly keeping you alive.” ”Ah, I suppose you’re right. I retract my former statement,” you say with a joking tone, raising your hands to admit defeat. Hayakawa snorts, and your smile widens slightly. ”You new?” He hums, questioning look on his face. ”Like, at the company. Haven’t seen you before, I think.” ”Ah. I just finished my introductory week. So yes, I’m new.” ”Cool,” you say, smile turning playful. ”Y’gonna join me out here more often then, Hayakawa?” ”Maybe. No one else will?” ”No one else will. Most of the workers who do smoke either do it on the roof or wherever they’re getting lunch, so. Just me.” ”Do I have to?” ”I’ll add it to your work duties. I’m the CEO after all!” He frowns down at you, and you do your best to keep your face unreadable. ”Doubt the CEO would have a busted lighter. Or smoke short yellows,” he gestures to your almost finished cigarette. ”And they probably smoke in their office, if they do smoke.” You laugh, leaning back against the wall of the building. ”Y’got me there. Just a lousy old accountant. Still your senior though,” you say, joyful lilt to your voice, and you think you see the ghost of a smile on his face. ”So it’s my duty as your junior then? We’re not even in the same department.” You groan, resting your forehead against your knees. ”You’re killing me here Hayakawa. In more ways than one!” you exclaim, waving the butt of your cigarette up at him, cinders falling. You think you hear him laugh. You raise your head slightly, peeking at him. Hayakawas cigarette is just below the halfway point, and you grumble to yourself. You’d gone out to the pub a lot last month, resulting in having to be stingy with your other vices. Letting out a sigh, you drop the small embering butt into the ash tray, before standing up and turning to face him. ”Thanks for the light, Hayakawa,” you say, inclining your head, before looking at him once more. ”I’ll see you around, yeah?” ”Yeah.” You walk past him with a small wave, and you swear a subtle scent of pine digs through the sickly nicotine.

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The room is warm and loud. It’s opressing, and Aki feels a drop of sweat trickle down his neck. You’ve been sitting next to him for around five songs now, and he hasn’t relaxed since you sat down. You’re not right next to him, but still close enough to make him… nervous? Restless. While you’re sitting as far back as possible on the couch, legs pulled to your chest, work heels dangling from your toes, nursing a drink, he’s sitting as far out on the edge as he can, elbows resting on bouncing knees, glass of beer on the table in front of him. Kimura and Matsuda are singing some old rock song, and he hears you lightly humming along from behind him. As Matsuda attempts a screechy high note, Aki frowns. He’s not drunk enough for this. As the song pewters out, you shuffle forward on the sofa, reaching your hand out to Kimura. Taking the microphone, you stand up, before holding your glass out to Aki. He looks up at you. You’re smiling at him, expression nearly dripping in mirth. ”Hold this for me, will ya?” you say, shaking the glass. Aki feels his ears heat up, and he looks away as he grabs the glass. ”Thanks Hayakawa.” As the starting notes of the song you picked play, you place your hand on his shoulder, pulling his head to rest against your hip. The heat on his ears spreads to his cheeks and Aki swears you must be trying to kill him. Revenge. Most of the people in the room, his coworkers, your colleagues, some people from other departments, are singing along, while others are talking, sipping on their drinks. No one is really focused on you, no one but him. He looks up at you as you sway, your hazy eyes focused on the screen. Cheap liquor, cigarettes, and an underlying scent of… something else. Fresh and citrusy, yet floral. He doesn’t know if it’s a perfume, or just you, but Aki thinks he mighy be obsessed. Your hand moves from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, your fingers lightly running through the length of his hair, and now Aki knows he’s obsessed. He isn’t surprised really. Unless you’re delusional, the objective truth is never surprising. The sky is blue, the sun is hot, water is wet, and Hayakawa Aki is obsessed with you. Your song has ended, microphone been passed to the next preformer, and you’ve sat down. Aki is still looking at you like you hung the stars in the night sky, but you’re still leaning against him, wrapping the strands of his hair around your fingers, so can you really blame him? He wants to say something. Something that’ll make you look at him the way he looks at you. Something that will make you realize that he’s undeniably, irrevocably obsessed with you. The words stick to his lungs like candied honey. His thoughts are faster than light, yet slower than a black hole. ”You wanna grab a smoke?”

It’s a cheap last resort, and he knows it, but the way you look at him, doe eyed and smiling, makes it so he doesn’t really care.

The way you grab his hand and pull him up from the couch makes his cheeks feel like they’re on fire. He hopes you don’t question it, or that you’re drunk enough to believe that it’s because of the alcohol, despite him not even finishing one glass of beer.

”You’ll have to let me mooch off you Hayakawa,” you mutter, as you drag him down the halls of the karaoke bar. ”I only brought my gum today.”

”What would you do if I said no?”

The words come out of his mouth before he can even think to stop them. You turn to look at him, your hand still tightly wrapped around his.

”Ahh, you’re a sick man Hayakawa. The fact that you can even think of denying a woman in need,” you pout, and Aki thinks he might burst into flames at any second.

She’s drunk, the reasonable part of him says. Drunk words are sober thoughts, the hopeful annoying part of him whispers.

It’s not like you even said anything particularly seductive, or even that flirtatious. Maybe Aki is just that obsessed with you. You seem unbothered by his lack of reply, having continued the treck out of the bar. Different songs are leaking out from each room you pass, but Aki can only focus on the click of your heels, the slight humming of your voice. He even thinks he can hear your heartbeat, but he’s unsure if he’s imagining it or if it’s maybe even his own, echoing outside his body. Finally outside, you pull him into the alleyway between the karaoke bar and the nightclub next door. It’s narrow, and Aki fumbles after his pack of cigarettes as you lean against the wall facing him. Finally getting a hold on the box, he pulls it out of his pocket and holds it out to you. ”Still trying to be the best airplane passenger I see,” you jest, plucking a cigarette and placing it precariously between your lips. ”Always,” Aki replies, taking one for himself before pocketing the box and pulling out his lighter. As he flicks the lighter, holding it to the end of his cigarette, Aki looks up at you. You’re leaning in, he realizes. Your eyes are focused on the small flame that’s just centimetres away from his lips, and his eyes follow you as you lean closer and closer, until your own cigarette is lit, and you’re back, leaning against the wall as if nothing had happened. Ash falls from Akis cigarette, and he finally takes a drag. It’s rough, nicotine burning his lungs, but he can’t really say he cares. Only qualm he has about the current situation is that the stench of tobacco is covering the scent of you, and that it would probably be considered weird and taboo if he leaned over and kissed you right now. ”D’you like smoking Hayakawa?” Your voice cuts through the muted music from the surrounding buildings and the noises from the street. Aki meets your eyes before shrugging. ”Eh. I guess.”

”Mm. Doesn’t the way the scent sticks to your fingers bother you?” ”Not really? Never really thought about it.” ”Hm. Lucky,” you mumble before meeting his gaze. ”Y’smell like pine trees y’know? ’s really nice.” You crouch down, taking a drag of your cigarette. Akis eyes flicker to the glowing embers, before moving to your face. You look tired, he thinks. Not just from tonight, but an exhaustion that seems to dig deep in to your bones. He crouches down with you, and your eyes snap to him, filled with an emotion he can’t really pinpoint. ”I don’t want you to feel like you have to be around me,” you say, almost out of nowhere. Your voice is uncharacteristically vunerable and you take a long drag before looking up to the sky. ”I don’t,” Aki says. ”Feel like that, I mean. I like spending time with you, even if it’s just like this.” ”I’m glad.”

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”Hey Hayakawa!” It is not your first time in the IT departement. It is your first time in the IT departement with ulterior motives. Navy eyes dart up to meet yours and you give him a smile. ”Wanna go get lunch?” you ask, and his eyes quickly move down to the clock on his computer screen before he looks back at you again. ”Yeah, sure.” He stands up from his desk and walks up to you. You give him a grin and he reciprocates with a slight smile. ”Did you have anywhere specific in mind?” Hayakawa asks as the two of you step into the elevator. ”Uh, not really. I’ve always been kinda shit at making descisions,” you reply, a bit sheepish. He hums. ”No worries. Is the ramen place down the street okay with you?” ”Sure, sounds good.” The rest of the elevator ride, as well as the walk to the restaurant is spent in relative silence. You bump in to a few familiar faces along the way, but neither of you stop to talk. When you’ve sat down and ordered the two of you talk a bit about work and a bit about life. The conversations you have with Hayakawa are never just surface level, but they’re never deeper than they need to be. It’s comfortable, and you like that.

As you get up to pay and get ready to leave a voice interrupts you. ”I payed earlier.” Your gaze snaps to Hayakawas, and he gives you a small grin. ”I’m paying next time then,” you tell him, and he nods in acceptance.

On the way back to your office building, Hayakawa grabs your hand and pulls you after him, guiding you to the small smoking area where you first met. You let out a short laugh. ”Feeling sentimental Hayakawa?” Your words are almost entirely joking, but instead of laughing or playing along, he simply shrugs, as if to say so what if I am? You’re taken aback for just a second, before you reach into your purse, fumbling for your pack. Once you grasp it, you pull it out and hold it to him, interrupting him as he reaches down towards his pockets. ”It’s the least I could do. After you payed and everything, even though I’m the one who asked you out.” You see his eyes widen, and heat gathers in the tips of your ears as you realize your own wording. ”Not- not asked you out, just… I invited you out so I should’ve payed,” you mumble. Silence hangs heavy in the air and your eyes never leave his. His eyes move from yours, down to your hand, and up to your face again. ”Just take a cigarette Hayakawa. Please.”

You stretch your arm a bit further and take a step closer. His fingers graze yours as he plucks the pack from your grasp. A spark runs through your body, from your fingers to your toes and up to your heart and brain. Dumb. Irrational. Nonsensical. Hayakawa has lit his gifted cigarette and is looking at you, offering the little box back to you. His gaze reminds you of how he looked at you when you first met, and you realize now that he was never really looking through you, he was simply looking at you. The realization stuns you, and it takes the tiny clatter of your pack of cigarettes being shaken in front of your face to break you out of your trance. ”You okay?” Hayakawa asks. ”Yeah,” you say. You’re not. Not really. Well, it’s not the end of the world, realizing you like Hayakawa more than you should, but it would be a lie to pretend you want this. Sure, he’s handsome, and you like spending time with him, but that should’ve been it. You don’t really want to fall in love. Love makes you vulnerable. Not weak, but it gives you a weakness that you wouldn’t have otherwise. In reality, love scares you, terrifies you. After years of feeling nearly nothing but an empty numbness, the electric spark Hayakawa has lit inside you is something that feels alien. The nicotine stings in your throat, but the subtle scent of pine distracts you from the sensation. Feelings scare you, there’s no doubt about it, but maybe something about Hayakawa overpowers the fear.

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One Friday evening ends up leading Aki to an izakaya far away from his own apartment with plenty of coworkers he doesn’t recognize, but in the decently sized crowd he spots you. You’re sat down, citrusy drink in one hand and cigarette in the other. Beautiful is the first and only word that pops into his head. Aki stands there for a bit, hovering around the shoulders of people he doesn’t know, before he hears your voice. ”Hayakawa! C’mere,” you call out with a wide smile, patting the seat next to you. As he sits down you wave over a waiter. ”Order whatever you want! I’ll pay.” ”Are you sure?” he asks. ”Mm, of course. Think of it as payback for the ramen that one time,” you say. Aki hesitates for just a second before turning to the waiter and ordering a beer and some finger foods. ”We can share,” he offers. ”The bill?” you ask. ”No, the… the food.” You blink slowly at him and he feels how his face gets warm. He doesn’t really care if you notice. He hopes you notice.

”Mm, okay. Should probably sober up a bit anyways,” you eventually say, stretching out your arms over your head. He can’t help but notice the curve of your spine as you do, how your bones creak and snap, and how you sigh in relief as you rest your elbows down against the table again. ”I’m glad you came Hayakawa,” you say quietly, almost so he can’t hear it under the buzz of the people around him. You’re smiling at him, content and soft, like a cat basking in the sunlight. ”I can’t stay long,” he forces out. He wishes he could, oh how he wants to stay, long into the night, just the two of you. ”My apartment is far and I need to get home before the trains stop.” ”My apartment is just a block away,” you mention, offhandedly, a hidden invitation, should he dare to take it. Aki just nods, aknowledging your words but not actually replying. He doesn’t leave, and the longer he stays the faster his heart starts beating. Every time someone other than Aki gets up, says their goodbyes and leaves, your eyes snap to his, and a tiny smile plays on your lips. A teasing, knowing smile that he hopes and prays is reserved for him and only him. A handful of hours pass and the two of you are the only people left around the table that was earlier filled with colleauges. You sit next to him, closer than before, entire body turned to face him, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair. He could blame the wild blush covering his face on the alcohol, which wouldn’t be a complete lie, but he doesn’t want to and he doesn’t need to. Aki is not ashamed of the profound affection he feels for you. If anyone were to ask, be it you, his coworkers or any of his friends, he would not hesitate in telling the truth of his feelings. ”D’ya wanna leave?” you ask, shaking him from his thoughts. Aki nods and you stretch slightly in your seat before standing up. ”I’ll go pay then. Y’can wait outside and I’ll be right out.” ”Okay,” he says. He walks backwards almost the entire way to the door, keeping his eyes on you for as long as he can.

Only a minute or two passes before you pop out and grab his hand, starting to pull him back to your home. He follows you blindly down the entire block as you guide him. The elevator you lead him in to is cramped. Your toes are nearly touching his and even with the way he’s leaning back against the mirror he can count the lashes on your eyes, the small beautymarks on your face and how many times your heart beats against his during the ride. Aki hovers behind you as you unlock your front door, glancing at you when you hold the door open, letting him step in first. You follow him in, closing the door behind you and slipping off your shoes before disappearing into the apartment. ”You’ll have to make do with a futon I’m afraid,” you call out as he steps into your living room. You appear before him, suit jacket discarded and sleeves folded up. He blinks once or twice before moving towards you, grabbing the futon out of your arms and taking a few steps back again. You eye him up and down where he stands, seeming to be lost in thought, before you clear your throat and lift your gaze to meet his eyes. ”I’ll get you some of my brothers old clothes, hang on.” You dart off to your room as Aki squats down, folding out the futon and fixing the sheets. When he’s done he stands back up again, and after just a bit, you return with something in your arms.

”Here you are Hayakawa,” you say, stepping forward and placing a small pile of clothes on the coffee table next to him. ”You can call me Aki. If you’d like.” He stares at you, waiting for a reaction to the spontaneous words. You blink a few times, before tilting your head just slightly. ”Okay. Aki it is.” He stands there in your living room, frozen in place at how you’d said his name so easily, and how melodically it came out, as if you were some sort of siren, luring him to the murky depths. ”Good night Aki,” you say, breaking his trance. You wave at him from behind your bedroom door. ”Good night,” he replies, trying to hide the shake in his voice. You smile at him and he nearly melts into the futon behind him.

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Instead of the usual alarm, this Saturday you wake up to the sound of movement in your kitchen. You stretch under your covers and blink the sleep from your eyes. If it was any other Saturday you would’ve stayed in bed for at least another hour, but you already feel bad enough about your houseguest waking up before you. After pulling on a pair of shorts and a hoodie, you carefully open your bedroom door and peak out. You see the remnants of his prescence in your living room, the folded up futon with the pile of your brothers old clothes on top. ”Hope you slept well,” you say as you enter the kitchen area. Aki stands bent over your coffee machine, but he raises his head as soon as he hears you. ”Mm, I did. Smells nice in here.” You can see the way his eyebrows furrow as he realizes what he’s said, but you huff out a laugh and they relax almost in an instant. ”Bergamot incense,” you explain, and he hums. You move through the kitchen towards your balcony door, shuffling past Aki where he stands, searching through your cupboards.

”Gonna grab a smoke. Join me when your coffee’s done, yeah?” ”Yeah.” You take a seat on the little wicker couch and grab your pack of cigarettes from the table, lighting one and relaxing into the armrest. Aki joins you after just a minute or two. It’s comfortable with him, easy and simple, despite the complicated feelings that you’re not sure how to deal with. You lean forward to tap off the ash into the ashtray and as you fall back against your seat you glance over at Aki to find his eyes already meeting yours. You can see him swallow, even though his cup is balancing on the armrest. His eyes seem to move from your eyes to your fingers, up to your hair and down to your legs, up to your lips and finally back to your eyes again. ”I like your company,” he says quietly, like a secret shared under the covers during a sleepover. I like you. You know what he means, and the alien little spark inside you can’t help but grow at the easy out he’s given you, even though you’re pretty sure you don’t want it. You take a drag of your cigarette as the morning sun shines across your balcony. ”I like your company too,” you reply simply, with the calm of the ocean after a storm. I like you too.

You hope you managed to get your feelings across in the same way Aki did. You hope you haven’t been reading into everything he’s said and done. Aki nods before taking a sip of his coffee. Neither of you speak for a bit, letting the sounds of morning commutes and birdsong fill the space instead. After a few minutes, you shuffle closer to him on your small love seat, pulling up your legs to rest next to you. Aki offers you the cup of coffee and you reach over and place your cigarette between his lips before grabbing the cup and taking a sip as he takes a drag. As the smoke rises up in the dewy morning air Aki leans down, resting his head against the window behind you. You turn your head just slightly and meet his eyes. ”Does that count as our first kiss?” he asks. ”Even if it was indirect.” You let out a quiet laugh. ”Sure. ’s a nice moment for it, so.” He hums. ”Any moment with you is nice.” ”Same goes,” you say. Dawn and something you might call happiness warms you from your face to your heart.

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And we see us again – Kelvin x Neutral Reader - One Shot

Prompt: Kelvin has recovered, time for a friendly visit.

Tags: Fluffy uwu

The last time you had seen Kelvin, it had been a couple of months ago, in the hospital, after having been finally rescued, after several months trapped in that hellish forest full of cannibals, mutants and an overpopulation of squirrels.

You had nothing more than superficial physical damage and poor nutrition, after consuming the tons of fish that he caught with inhuman skill, industrial quantity blueberries and the occasional legs that, in the winter season, gave you the opportunity to don’t starve.

Kelvin had it much worse, as his untreated brain injury had handicapped him over those months. Being on the island, you knew that the fact that his ears bleed on their own every couple of weeks was absolutely not a good thing, but in a place like this, there was nothing you could do but give him extra rest when you could, and cool down his head with a damp cloth. The fact that he had a fever along with the bleeding was a sign that something had become infected in his poor head, and the medicines you found lying around weren't the best, especially since most of them had already expired.

Still, the prognosis for him was pretty good. With proper treatment, medication and so on, within a few weeks his brain was working as it should, his hearing was beginning to return and he was finally articulating words. At least that's how you had seen on one of the last visits to the hospital. Maybe he would never be 100% the same as before, but, after what had happened, neither would you, and you hadn't had brain damage. You also needed treatment, especially psychological.

Forcing some of your contacts in the army, you got an address and, in that warm noon, you knocked on the light wooden door, seeing a familiar face open the door, and a pair of warm brown eyes smile in recognition.

"Permission to break your bones," he said, spreading his arms.

You laughed an "Affirmative" before giving him a hug, feeling how he squeezed you hard, almost lifting you into the air.

You had never been there, but you really wanted to visit your old friend of adventures and tragedies. Soon you were inside a very normal house, watching him walk back from the kitchen, a bottle of cold beer in each hand, pointing to the pale couch in the middle of the room, noticing the light coming in through the windows and the music playing in the background.

It was a little strange for you to see him moving fluidly and wearing a brown shirt and gray pants, shaved. Especially after months of seeing him dressed as a military and walking like a hasty duck.

You heard him sigh deeply, sitting down next to you, while you held your own beer.

"And well?" You asked, curious, “How are you? Getting better? You feel good?"

"What?" He pretended not to hear, to which he laughed as you smacked his leg firmly. “I'm fine, I'm fine. Little by little. I still don't hear as well as before, the doctors doubt that I will fully recover, but 90% is better than nothing. Possibly I will have a chronic headache from now on, and for another month I was forbidden to do any physical effort… The worst is the Post Traumatic Stress…” Kelvin shrugged and looked at you “And you? How did you find my house? Our mission was supposed to be… you know…”

"What mission?" You joked, taking a sip “I feel fine, except that now I'm terrified of flying… And well, you know, I can be a real pain in the butt. And I may have threatened to say things if they didn't give me your address."

"You're going to have them accuse you of Treason and end up in jail..." He shook his head softly "But I'm glad you convinced them" He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, smiling "After so much time together, let's just say that I've missed being ordered around by paper”

"I'm going to give you another concussion" You pushed him playfully, seeing him laugh, "I missed you too, puppy face... Did you get your memory back?"

“Mmmm…” He rubbed the back of his neck, wondering. “I don't remember anything about the week before the accident. I only have fragments of the first month, and I have more and more memories of the following months. The doctors say that I will not recover much more because of how my brain was then"

"Honestly, it's a relief" You sighed, looking at him "What happened to you was horrible, but it was also a horrible few months, it's better that you don't remember much"

“It was complicated, but not at all horrible” His brown eyes fixed on yours “You were there, I never felt alone or hopeless, despite the circumstances. I remember the hundreds of times you ran by with an ax in your hand, ripping off heads like you were possessed, but I also remember how you looked for a way to distract me, to make me feel useful, to cheer me up…”

"Don't start, please" You smiled, somewhat emotional "We already cried whole days, I don't need more..."

"You cried" He bothered you a little, smiling "Crybaby" He pushed you gently with his shoulder.

"Shut up" You laughed "You were the one who told me, crying, that you couldn't sleep in the hospital because you felt so alone"

"I still find it hard to sleep alone," He confessed.

“Mmmm” You sighed “Me too…” You remembered something and looked at him “In the end, I never found out your real name. Tell me to replace your code name, because it's already strange to call you Kelvin, Mr. Alpha Bravo Charlie"

“10.4” He laughed softly “But I've gotten used to being called Kelvin by now. It's going to seem strange to me that you suddenly call me Robert"

"Is your name Robert?" You laughed, denying "You don't have the face of a Robert"

"Affirmative, I'm going to change my name to one that matches my face," He joked, shaking his head, before slapping your knee "Keep calling me Kelvin"

“Kel…” You thought, in your own world inside your head.

"Hey" He gently drew your attention, touching your arm delicately "I know I thanked you a thousand times for keeping me alive, but thanks again"

"You're welcome, again" You smiled.

“Are you going to tell me what you saw in the caves?” He saw you deny “What? Why not? Military secret?

"Why do you want to know that?" You hesitated, taking a long drink of your beer.

"Don't fuck with me... If the times I saw a mutant on the island, I almost shit my pants, and you would happily go with your ax to cut off their heads or whatever the hell they had" Kelvin gestured widely with his bottle "You faced them! Like it was a picnic! And every time you left a cave, you came back beaten, without resources, with skin things hanging from your pockets… I want to know what the hell you saw for you to forbade me to accompany you down there”

“Rob… Kelvin” You put the beer down on the table “There was darker than a moose's butt, you were deaf. What was I supposed to do? Put a noose around your neck and walk among mutants as if you were a dog?

"I don't know…" He sighed, before drinking.

“Besides, if something happened to me in there, I knew that you were at the base, relatively safe…” You thought “Knowing that you were waiting for me back, somehow gave me the impetus to be extra careful, to make sure that I would come back to help you…”

Kelvin looked at you, half sad and half warm inside. You took care of him, even with your absences. The sound of his alarm clock woke him slightly, looking at the time, time for legal drugs. He slowly got up, to walk to a medicine box that was to one side, looking for what he had to take. He took out three different pills which he placed in his mouth and swallowed with a long sip of his beer.

"I'm going to kick your head until you even forget about your mother" You snorted angrily, seeing his surprised look "Idiot, don't mix drugs with alcohol. Are you still half stupid or what?"

"Ah" He chuckled, walking back to the couch "It's non-alcoholic beer, overprotective"

"Oh" You lowered your face from him, somewhat embarrassed, seeing him sit nearby.

You were still talking, when you remembered something else. You lifted the sleeve of your shirt, showing him a recent tattoo on your arm, below your shoulder. It was a skull with an ax stuck in it, very similar to the one you had used in all that time on the island. And next to both, what seemed to be a notepad, and on it, written: Survive.

Kelvin looked at it carefully, holding onto your arm a bit. He recognized that handwriting and even the design of the notepad, since he had read commands and suggestions in it, for months.

“It was going to be just the skull and the axe” You mentioned to him “But I didn't survive alone, on the contrary, I don't think I would have survived without you. So the notepad was in your honor."

Your name sounded tenderly on the lips of a Kelvin who had gotten quite touched and who hastened to give you one of his especially strong hugs.

"Silly..." He whispered, closing his eyes "Absurdly silly and cute... Even though at the time I saw you cutting off the testicles of all the cannibals you killed because you were in a bad mood..."

"Aren't you afraid of being next to me? Who knows, I might do the same to you” You smiled, rubbing his broad back.

"I don't sleep well since you're not by my side" He whispered again, holding you more, squeezing you against his chest "I feel safe with you... Calm... And... Everyone who found out I had some brain damage treats me as if now I had the mind of a two-year-old..." He growled softly, somewhat annoyed "I hate being pitied... I'm not incapacitated, I'm not stupid... But..." Kelvin sighed, rubbing his face gently against yours "You treat me like if nothing had happened... Even though you lived by my side, when I was at my worst... For you it's over, and you treat me as such, as myself... That reassures me so much..."

“Oh, Kelvin…” You hugged him tighter “You, at your worst, hurt and deaf, on a demon island, did more than anyone would have done in the same situation…” You tried to lift his spirits a little “I never saw anyone fish with their hands as well as you, you should dedicate yourself professionally to that”

You heard him laugh softly, still squeezing you, as if he was partially afraid to let you go, although it didn't bother you, he was warm and utterly huggable. You knew it well, since, on many cold nights on that island, it was only possible to sleep because you both stayed embraced, sharing warmth and softness.

“Could you…stay?” He asked, almost as if his voice were a distant instrument of the music that was still being heard over the speaker, not daring to move a muscle, “I don't know… Maybe… Maybe you'll let me take a nap like we used to do then? I miss sleeping… accompanied…”

"Me too" You whispered, with your eyes closed, with his clean perfume entering your lungs.

"And have dinner…? I promise there are no fish to eat, not this time.” The soldier teased sheepishly.

"Sounds like a good plan to me, big guy" You smiled "I have weird dreams about fish"

"I dream... of you" He murmured "I only sleep well... if I dream of you"

You stayed still for a moment. The way he spoke was mixing with the feeling of his hands running down your back, and his face rubbing tenderly against your cheek. You prayed that you weren't misreading the signs, you prayed that it wasn't your own confused brain, that mind that months ago had fallen in love with that soldier, and you moved your face slightly, to find that pair of soft lips that had brushed your jaw like the wings of a butterfly, landing on yours.

You were sure that both of you had kissed at the same time, so you stayed there, still in his arms, tasting that shy mouth that tasted faintly of antibiotics. Kelvin was slow to kiss, but that made him utterly sweet, cuddly, and overly romantic, as if he had the time in the world for that. You weren't in a hurry either, you spent a long time in his mouth, caressing his soft short hair, enjoying it, so that later he just hugged you, burying his face in your neck, taking a deep breath, soaking in your scent.

"I hate that I can't do physical effort for a month..." Kelvin growled, impatient "But you wait... As soon as I have the medical approval, I'm going to show you why I could cut wood for hours..."

Your laughter echoed both in the walls and in his ears.

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