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kiss me (m.s)

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matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: none!

preview: you were the odd one out from the group. nobody really paid attention to you and you were aware you weren't a sight for sore eyes. never anybody's choice. little did you know someone saw something in you.

a/n: this imagine is sort of based off 'she's all that', not entirely, but that's where I got inspo to write this! listen to the song for the full effect lmao. enjoy!

"alright people! prom is coming up! make sure to purchase your tickets in the auditorium if you're planning to come! tickets at its lowest price!" you hear over the inner come. you didn't even bat an eye at the announcement. you never understood the fascination in prom. the fancy dresses, the excitement of being prom queen, and etc. it was not your scene.

your thoughts were interrupted by someone shaking you. "y/n! are you excited? our last prom!" Nick says excitedly still shaking you. you look at him with a still face. "totally." you respond sarcastically. you watch him frown as he responds, "oh come on y/n. why are you being sarcastic?" you sigh, "you know this isn't my type of thing." you respond. "you got that right." Chris blurts out. you weren't even fazed by it. Nick shoots him a sharp glare, "don't be rude."

"no he's right Nick, I am not someone who should be at prom." you say. all Nick does is roll his eyes, "everyone is welcomed at prom. can you at least think about it?" he says with a small pout.

you let out a small laugh, "maybe. now stop bugging me about it." all he does is nod and smile. the bell rings initiating that lunch is now over.

Matt's POV

i was sat at the dinner table, right next to Chris, as we ate our food in silence. our parents were out doing something so we ended up getting raising cane's. Nick and Chris started bickering when Chris asked him for some fries. "you can't have any since you were being rude earlier." Nick sternly says, pulling his fries closer to him. "dude she said it herself she doesn't belong at prom." Chris replies trying to reach for his fries. “how can you act like that? y/n has feelings you know.” i said as both of them look at me. “you care why?” Chris asks with an eyebrow raised. “because Nick doesn’t owe you any fries.” i reply. Nick looks at Chris with a face as he goes “ha ha”. I had to agree with Nick on this one. Chris’ reply to what y/n said earlier was uncalled for. she didn't need his opinion.

i don't get how she doesn't think she belongs at the event. I always overheard her conversations with Nick and Madi. she always thought of herself as the odd one out. I never thought that. so what if she didn't look like every other girl? to me, I thought she was beautiful in her own unique way. i'd be teased if anybody found out I thought that. but it was nothing but the truth. I couldn't tell her that. I knew she was just too focused with school to even care what I had to say anyways.

End of Matt's POV

*time skips to the week before prom*

it was a Friday evening. you were at Nick's house sitting on his bed, right next to Madi, who was painting her toe nails. "have you given any thought about prom?" Nick says as he's holding his suit and tie against his body in front of the mirror. you let out a groan, "no nick. what is so exciting about it?" you respond. Madi and Nick look at each other then back at you, "maybe because this is the last time you'll have the opportunity to dress up and kill it on the dance floor." Nick says doing a little dance. you shake your head letting out a small laugh. "yeah I don't know about that one." you say, “i think prom is just an excuse for a guy to get into a girl’s pants.” you continue. “if you hang with the right people, like me and Madi, you will avoid that.” Nick says.

you see Madi stand up with her toes pointed up. you and Nick laugh at the scene. "what? I don't want to ruin the paint!" she says with a giggle. you see her reach down to her bag as she pulls out three tickets. "don't tell me the third one is for me." you say, shaking your head slowly.

all Madi does is smile waving it in front of her, looking at Nick, then the both of them looking at you, "you know it is!" they say in sync. you cover your face with your hands shaking your head. you felt defeated. Nick sits right next to you speaking, "it will be fun trust me! you have to take advantage of every moment." "I don't know how to dance, I don't do makeup, and I have nothing to wear." you exclaim.

"don't worry y/n. I got you I promise!" Madi says with the biggest smile on her face. you let out a sigh. what did you get yourself into? Nick gets up doing another little dance, "y/n is going to prom! y/n is going to prom!" he says in a sing song voice as Madi joins along.

Matt's POV

as I was walking down the hall, I over hear Nick and Madi practically singing over and over again. I got closer to Nick's bedroom door as I hear them say, "y/n is going to prom!" I laugh quietly at the chants. they actually convinced her. i'm glad they did. now i wont be the only one not enjoying the experience since Chris is dragging me along. maybe y/n and I will bond over the dreadful experience.

my thought was interrupted by the door opening. my eyes land on y/n. "oh hi Matt." she says with a soft smile. I couldn't help but smile back. I analyzed her face. she had prominent freckles I had never seen before. maybe because I haven't really paid attention. I laugh softly to myself noticing how big her glasses were against her face. they were slightly slipping a bit from the bridge of her nose.

"what's so funny?" she says, raising an eyebrow. I kept a smile, pushing her glasses back up delicately, “nothing.” i say as I turn around to walk away.

as I laid down in bed, closing my eyes, all that popped into my head was her face. the freckles, the soft smile, and the glasses. how could she not realize I notice her? she always talked about how she could never be a first choice. but to me? in a crowd of people I would look at her first. even though I just pointed out that she had freckles, i've never seen, I knew little things she did. like when she laughs she covers her face, when she drinks a beverage she sticks out her pinky finger, and when she's stuck on something she scratches her head a little from frustration. I open my eyes staring at the dark ceiling, smiling at the thought of her. I let out a small sigh. if only she knew.

End of Matt's POV

it was the day before prom. after school, you, Nick, and Madi end up at a little boutique looking for the perfect dress for you. you looked around feeling hopeless. everything looked too much for your liking. "how about this one?" Madi says holding up a pink sparkly long dress with off the shoulder sleeves. you shake your head indicating a 'no'. pink was not your ideal color. you felt like it was too bold.

Nick then walks over with a handful of dresses. "oh my goodness." you spoke, "Nick that is a lot." all he does is smile shaking his head, "come on! try these on!" he says. you hesitate for a bit as you grab the dresses from his hands, walking into the dressing room.

after a few dresses, you were still feeling hopeless. "this isn't working guys." Madi and Nick look at you wearing a green dress with a scrunch on their faces. "yeah no definitely not that one." Nick says. you sit down looking around. your eyes catch a beautiful simple white dress. you get up and walk over to it. "I mean hey. simple is timeless." Madi says smiling. "try it on!" she continues. you nod your head as you walk back into the dressing room. you slip into the dress looking in the mirror. you look up and down at yourself with a smile. Madi was right. simple is timeless. you walk out the dressing room as Nick and Madi cover their mouths in sync. "you are definitely wearing that dress!" Madi squeals in excitement. "definitely! you look beautiful in it y/n." Nick says pretending to sniffle, which caused all three of you to laugh.

Y/n's POV

today was the day. the day I've been dreading. prom night. I stand in front of the white dress I picked out slowly running my hand down it. I let out a small breath as I shake off my nerves. "alright lets do this." I say looking at Madi and Nick who were behind me.

Madi was already done getting ready, so was Nick. Madi was in this beautiful purple corset dress and Nick was wearing a suit with his tie matching the shade of purple of Madi's dress. she sits me down quickly, taking off my glasses, and putting my hair up to get it out of my face. “trust me. you will look like a work of art.” she says smiling at me. me and Nick just laugh. she starts doing my makeup. i've never done my makeup before. I told her I wanted it as simple as possible. which she did.

she hands me a hand held mirror as I look into it. my eyes widen at myself. "Madi... you actually made me look... pretty." I say quietly. she giggles, "more like gorgeous!" she says. Nick then pretends to sniffle, "oh my goodness. our baby girl is growing up so fast." he says. me and Madi laugh at his choice of words. "thank you so much Madi." I stand up hugging her. "don't thank me! it’s literally just your face that’s perfection." she says grabbing my dress, "now, put it on!" she says with a smile clapping her hands excitedly.

i laugh at her actions and grab the dress. I go into the bathroom to change.

End of Y/n's POV

you finally were ready for the night you never expected to attend. you look at yourself one final time in the mirror smiling. "here we go." you whisper to yourself before picking up your heels.

downstairs, Matt and Chris were struggling to do their ties. Nick gets downstairs and sees them. "i'll help with that." he says walking up to the boys. "thank you." Matt and Chris say in unison. "are we all ready to go?" Chris says looking around. Madi steps down the stairs clearing her throat. "where's y/n?" Chris says.

"she will be down in a second. but first! I would like to say, this is my favorite masterpiece yet!" Madi exclaims smiling. "okay well get her down here." Chris says with an eyebrow raised. Madi looks up the stairs and yells out, "oh y/n! get your cute butt down here!" everyone laughs as Madi steps down completely from the stair case. steps now can be heard going down slowly. Chris stares with his jaw dropped. Matt looks up as he freezes in his place with his mouth agape.

Matt's POV

as I looked up at the stairs and see her, all I could do was stay still taking in a gulp. she was beautiful. she lets a small smile appear on her face. i couldn't take my eyes off of her.

End of Matt's POV

as you step down slowly, you stumble a bit at the end of the stairs as Madi quickly holds on to your hand. "still learning to walk in these." you let out a nervous laugh. Chris repeats his question, "how?!" Nick rolls his eyes, "don't ask stupid questions."

everyone, except you and Matt, step outside preparing to leave. you had your glasses in your hand, placing them down on the counter. Matt rubs the back of his neck slightly, "uh hey." you hear him say. "hi Matt.” you say turning around looking at him up and down, “you look really good." you say smiling. "thank you. you look- uh-good too." he stutters out a bit. you let out a small laugh as you thank him. "lets go!" Nick shouts.

*time skips to the prom*

you all walk inside as you look around at everyone. there was loud music blasting and you see couples dancing up against each other. you cringe at the sight. Chris walks off meeting his buddies. Madi and Nick grab your hands pulling you onto the dance floor. you shake your head quickly as they both laugh. "let's dance the night away!" Madi screams out. you kind of just stood there not knowing what to do. but you swayed a little to the music. Nick was going all out making you laugh. "okay Nick! work it!" Madi shouts smiling.

“wait wait wait!” Nick stops in his place a little breathless. “let’s go get our photos taken before we look like a mess from all of this dancing.” he says. you and Madi nod walking with Nick towards the photographer waiting in line. you were still feeling anxious about what could happen tonight. you didn’t want to make a complete fool out of yourself.

you catch a glimpse at the photographer. it was your math teacher, ms. rose. as you guys were next you couldn’t help but notice her face. “y/n? is that you?” ms. rose says smiling. you nod smiling back, “hello ms. rose.” “i’m glad you made it!” she says looking around. “did you bring a date?” she asks excitedly. you shake your head quickly, “absolutely not.” all she does is laugh and prepares to take a picture. “alright pose!” she exclaims. i was in the middle of Madi and Nick, all of us smiling for the camera. “beautiful!” ms. rose says as she snaps the picture.

Matt grabs a drink looking around. his eyes locks on you taking a sip from his drink. he watches as you smile for the picture. he smiles admiringly. he couldn’t help but stare at you.

as time passes by you decided to step off the dance floor. you were feeling a bit overwhelmed. especially because you couldn't shake off the thought of how stupid you look trying to dance. you grab a water as you step outside. as you're walking around for a bit you notice Matt sitting in the outside courtyard. you decided to go keep him company. you sit next to him as he looks at you. "what's on your mind?" you say looking up at the moonlit sky. "not much. what are you doing out here?" he asks still looking at you. "I was feeling overwhelmed. which I feel bad because I know Madi and Nick have been waiting for this night and I just left." you respond. “well how about you? you can't just think about what they want." Matt says trying to read your face. "well, I didn't want to come in the first place." you laugh softly, "I feel stupid on the dance floor." you finish speaking. “you weren’t bad.” he says, “but it did look a little forced.” he says causing you both to laugh.

still looking at the sky, Matt suddenly stands up, stepping in front of you, holding his hand out. you look up at him taken a back. "what are you doing?" you ask softly. "I want to make this experience memorable for you." he says with his heart beating fast. you gulp as you take his hand gently. you stand up holding his hand as he pulls you into a slow dance position. your arms wrapped around his neck, while his hands rest on your hips. "i-i don't know how to do this." you say nervously, avoiding eye contact. "don't worry. just follow my steps." he says reassuringly with a smile. you nod as you look at your guys' feet. you accidentally step on him. "oh- i'm sorry." you say biting your lip softly.

"maybe you should look up at me. it'll distract you from your feet." he whispers. you do as he says. you look up up at him already looking down at you. you look into his eyes having your throat swallow. your heart was pounding. "hi" he whispers. you felt the nerves go away from the sound of his voice. "hey" you whisper back. it was quiet for a bit as you both sway from the faded music coming from the gym. you notice him analyze your face as you do the same at him. you never really looked at Matt in the way you were feeling in this very moment. your chests nearly touching, his hands caressing your hips softly, and the eye contact. it was making your stomach flutter.

"you know how you said you don't feel like you belong here?" he whispers. you nod waiting for what he has to say next. "well i'm glad you're here." he says not breaking eye contact. the light from the moon shines on his face.

"really?" you whisper. "yes really y/n." he pulls away a bit, "I'm always happy when you're around. even if you don't notice." he says. you couldn't hide your smile. this whole time you felt like nobody's choice. when this whole time the person who wanted you the most was right in front of you. "can I kiss you?" he says softly.

"kiss me." you whisper back. he grabs you by your face gently, pulling you into a soft deep kiss. you felt yourself melt under his touch making you both lean back, having him dip you slightly, still attached by the lips. you couldn't believe this was happening.

when you both finally pull away, you both look at each other breathless, shortly laughing after. "let's head back inside?" you ask smiling. "one second" he answers putting his hand in his pocket, taking out your glasses. you look at them with confusion. he steps closer to you placing them on your face gently, taking a step back smiling. "perfect." he says. you laugh at his actions and grab his hand walking back inside to the loud music with your mind now replaying the perfect moment that just had happened outside.

you and Matt head over to the dance floor once the song “Kiss Me” starts playing hand in hand as you repeat what happened outside. “what a perfect song.” Matt says with a soft laugh. “well you have no choice but to listen to the song.” you say as the song says ‘so kiss me’. he smiles pulling you in closer kissing you with his soft lips.

“i thought you didn’t have a date?” you hear a familiar voice shout out. you both pull away as you look at your math teacher noticing a smile on her face with her arms crossed. “now she does!” Matt shouts back happily.

a/n: this took me a while to write but somehow seems so short lmao. I loved writing this! I hope you enjoyed reading. likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated! follow for more imagines!

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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i blame you so much for my sudden poly!marauders obsession lolol i genuinely cant find anyone who writes them as good as you do!

but imagine like lily asking fuck marry kill out of the three of them, and you give the obvious “marry all of them” but they keep pressing you for your answer even though they know one of them is gonna get hurt (even if you said a name on purpose as a joke lmao) bonus points if one of them is being so dramatic and just fr lies on the floor pretending to be dead for the rest of the day and being all sulky.

I'm so glad you like the way that I write them!

"I'm not choosing," You shake your head, jaw clenched resolutely, "I'd like to marry them all."

"And fuck," Sirius boasts, "'Not gonna get a murder out of her, Lils."

"She's gotta choose," Remus presses, and you've got half a mind to kill him just for the suggestion, "Come on, darling, we won't be upset. S'just a game."

"Fuck," You pause, glancing fearfully between your three partners. Your eyes drop to Sirius's hands, veiny and ringed, and you breathe out, "Sirius. 'Cause- 'cause his hands look nice like that."

"Knew I'd be safe," He brags, blowing you a kiss with the aforementioned handsome hands.

"And marry," You trail off again, looking between James and Remus. Remus is far more nonchalant than James is, looking like he really wouldn't mind if you decided he'd need to perish for a party game. But it's still not fair, and you're terrified of hurting his feelings without knowing just because he put up a front.

"James," You glance fearfully over at the curly-headed boy, who looks elated until he realizes you have more to say, "Last week. You ate the cookie I was saving."

His eyes widen in fear, an endearing shade of sweet brown as he shakes his head. His curls fly and he clasps his hands together in a cartoonish display of begging, "No! No, sweetheart, I'm sorry! Don't do this," He begs, sprawling out over the floor on his belly so that he can stare imploringly up at you from below, "Please, maybe- maybe if we kiss you can still taste it! And I'll make you a dozen more," He tries, grief-stricken at your verdict.

"Tough break," Remus claps James on the back of the thigh, then smooths a soothing touch up his back, "'S okay Prongs, I'd bring flowers to your grave every day, y'know?"

"Better luck next time," Sirius drawls, seeming all too interested in James's current ass-up position - there's a reason you chose him for 'Fuck'.

"I'm sorry, Jamie." You lament, and the man lets himself go limp, eyes fluttering shut and tongue falling out of his mouth in a very dramatic impression of death. You nudge your nose between his curls, bury a kiss on his scalp, and whisper in his ear while you're down there, "I'd like to fuck and marry you too, dear."

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barbiiecams · 1 month

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expect the unexpected

drew starkey x model!reader

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demiesworld · 8 months

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The toji eating out reader was HELLA good😍 maybe you could do one for gojo? Please?

EAT IT TILL I FAINT! | satoru gojo

☆ — pairing: satoru gojo x black!chubby!fem!reader

☆ — contents: nsfw, oral (f receiving), pussyeater!gojo, daddy kink, blindfold, dirty talking, overstimulation, dumbification, squirting, fingering, multiple orgasms, face-sitting, just the usual filth

☆ — notes: reader is female and she is black. i wrote this with a black reader in mind. reader's pronouns are she/her. this shit is gonna be like a water park so get your floaties ready. title came from megan thee stallion's "eat it" which i was listening to while writing this lmao

You and Satoru had been dating for several months before he wanted to officially make you his girlfriend. The chemistry you two had was strong and Satoru knew you were the one for him. You were a gorgeous woman, a thick and chubby one at that, and you didn't shy away from wearing clothes that would show off your figure. Satoru liked to see you in body hugging dresses, specifically short ones to show off your thighs, and in denim shorts that had the roundness of your ass looking phenomenal. He couldn't resist the temptation of squeezing your ass or groping your thighs whenever you two are out in public or even at home.

While you and Satoru had already had sex around a month into dating, one thing that Satoru hadn't done for you was eat you out. He wanted for you to experience it, however you would decline his efforts and just get him to finger you instead. So when one night after you came out of the shower fresh and clean, ready to go to bed, he popped with the question.

"Why won't you let me eat your pussy?"

You visibly flinched when he asked, but answered anyways, "Because I just don't want for you to do that Satoru."

He moved from laying down on his stomach to kneeling on the bed. Satoru's hands rest on your knees when he pushes his body between your plump thighs and then blurts out, "Have you ever had your pussy eaten out before?" His piercing ocean blue eyes locked on your deep brown ones.

Your eyes look away from his stare, and like a child cornered by their parent you whisper, "Well... no... but-"

Satoru abruptly interjects you from continuing, sassily sucking his teeth, "Tch. You can't just tell me 'no' because you've never had your pussy ate before, baby. You gotta try new things to see if you'll like it instead of outright saying 'no'."

You were about to argue with him, but Satoru stuns you by pressing his lips to yours. You could taste the faint linger of candied oranges on his lips. It was a reflex for you to kiss him back, parting your pillowy lips and curl your fingers to the undercut. He mutters a husky, "fuck" before he's ravishing your mouth. Your boyfriend's tongue slid into your mouth and began to explore your cavern with vivid familiarity.

In the midst of a break, when your lips are away from each other and you are just gasping the other's air, you breathily asked, "Satoru what are you doing?"

He briefly pecks your lips after you asked the question. Then he answers panting, "I'm, ha, going to show you how it feels." Satoru kisses your plump lips chastely and then reaches his hand in between your fleshy things.

His fingers stroke your puffy folds through the thin layer of panties you're wearing. There's a wetness forming underneath the fabric and Satoru feels his cock straining in his pants. You get excited so easy, from things as simple as a kiss from him. He runs his fingers up and down your dampening cunt listening to you let out soft gasps and sweet moans. You grind your hips towards his hand as you pull him in closer for a deeper kiss. Satoru hooks his fingers on your panties and pulls them to the side, anchoring the string on the cleft of your fat pussy. The cold air that blows on your slick pussy causes you to shudder and hiss from it.

"Satoruuuu... fuck...." you moan out.

The white-haired man puts two fingers inside of your tight pussy at once and it stings from the stretch of it. You whimper on your lover's lips when his slender digits rapidly pump your entrance. Satoru's teeth gnaws on your bottom lip, then tugs on the plump appendage until he lets go of it wetly. He looks into your glossy brown eyes as he fucks his fingers, curling them upwards and stimulating your sweet spot with them.

A gasp is pulled out of you when you feel the tips of them touching your spot. You vigorously roll your hips forward to his fingers and toss your head back as you whine out his name. "Satoruuu.. baby you're gonna make me- c-cum!" Your toes curl on the bed, and your legs begin to tremble as he speeds up and savagely stimulates your sweet spot. You threw your head forward and look down at his two slender fingers, disappearing and reappearing into your heat. Your stomach tightens into a knot as you watch the action go. Satoru's forehead presses against yours as his ocean blue eyes stare at your erotic pleasure-filed faces. He pushes his fingers in deeper, doesn't move them but instead wiggles it against your sweet spot. His thumb flicking at your clit when he does so. At these actions, you frantically kick your legs onto the bed and whimper hysterically, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Satoru! Sato-Satoruuuu!" You let out a scream when you cum all over his fingers. Your cunt spasms around them and slick covers the long pale digits.

"Mhm, mhm, that's a good girl." Satoru plants a gentle kiss to your sweet lips. He murmurs approvingly, "That's a good girl." He pecks your lips again then he asks, "Now would you let me have a taste?"

You release a shaky breath, but you nod your head to his request. "It was how you found your body positioned over Satoru's face. Your pussy above his mouth, and he was laying there on his back just waiting for you to sit down on his lips. His large gentle hands were stroking your hips as you were still uncomfortable with doing something like this to Satoru.

He could sense your hesitation, which is the reason he asked, "Are you okay baby?"

You shake your head and your thighs quiver. You reply to him, "I'm scared I might suffocate you Satoru."

"Tch, baby you won't hurt me. Listen... if you turn out to like it a lot, you can ride my face." He rests a hand on your thick thigh, caressing your smooth skin in circles. Satoru watches as your eyes shift over to the nightstand where his blindfold is at then look down at him. "What's wrong pretty girl?"

You don't respond to him; you lean over and reach to grab his blindfold and play with it in your hand. Your brown eyes glance at his, every second before you finally gave in.

"I want for you to wear this, w-while I'm doing it... please?" The last word comes out in a squeak, and Satoru finds it adorable.

He affectionately smiles as he carefully takes the blindfold out from your grasp and puts it around his head. His sight is immediately black, and he couldn't see you anymore, though he could feel you still hovering above him. The taste of your pussy is just inches away from his lips. Satoru swallows in anticipation of it, and licks his suddenly dry lips with his tongue. The tightness in his pants is painful, though not as painful as waiting for you to sit on his face.

You inhale sharply, then exhale. "Okay," you mutter to yourself, "I'm about to lower myself down o-on your mouth Satoru." You shut your eyes and look up at the ceiling as you slowly drop your pussy down onto your boyfriend's mouth. "J-Just please b-be gentle- hm!" You jolt when you feel his tongue lap at your slit languidly. "Satoru, ha, be gentle, please!"

Satoru's hands firmly grasp your round ass and yank you closer to his mouth. The first swipe of his tongue tasting your delicious nectar drove him insane. He was sucking on your fat folds, and rubbing them together with his lips. He lets them go with a wet smack before repeating the action again and again, until your slick is drenching his lips. Your back arches forward and your hand reaches down in between your thighs to tug on Satoru's hair.

"Ahh! Satoru, fuck! Oh my god!" You cry out and look down at the blindfolded male in a sensual awe, "W-What are you do-ING!" You squeak when he slithers his tongue inside of your heat and was wiggling the appendage around. You choke on a moan, clenching your pussy around his tongue as your slick covered his reddened face. "Satoru! Oh, Satoruu!"

He gave your ass a hard smack while he fucked his tongue inside of your gummy walls. Your body twitches upon hearing the "mwahs" of Satoru kissing your pussy, and the sounds of his spitting on it before he eats you out like you were his last meal. Your mouth goes slack and you tighten your grip in his hair. "D-Daddyyyy!" You whine out, rocking your hips against his tongue. "Daddy you're gonna make me cum again! Hm!"

Satoru slid his tongue into your entrance and moved his face close enough for his nose to be rubbing against your clit. He shook his head side to side and the intense wriggling of his head brought you to your next orgasm. Your stomach felt tight for a moment until you released all over Satoru's handsome face. Your essence squirting out in a stream and dampening the blindfold he was wearing. You were writhing throughout it, and wailing out his name in high-pitched moans.

"Satoru! Satoru! Satoru!"

"Hah.. hah.. oh fuck, god you taste so good baby." He compliments, then reaches his hand up to pull the blindfold off of his eyes. You looked down and observed his current state. He was panting heavily underneath you; his white hair sticking to his forehead and a thin sheen of your slick covering half of his face. You wanted to cum again by the erotic sight of him. "Think you can go a few more times?" His mouth kisses you tenderly on your inner thigh. "Mwah, can you give me some more baby?"

"Yes daddy, fuck daddy, can I-" You wanted to ask if you could sit on his face again, but you got shy.

Satoru licks your brown skin and gingerly kisses it. "Hmm... you don't have to ask to take a seat baby. Just go ahead and sit down." He lays his head down on the pillow whilst his hands are caressing your fleshy thighs. He rasps, "Sit on daddy's face baby."

You couldn't explain why that unlocked something within you. All you could do was grasp Satoru by his hair and promptly sit your pussy down on his face. Your dazed eyes looking into his own as he was devouring your pussy nastily. You whimpered when his mouth was sucking on your clit and alternating with quick flickers of his tongue. A gasp shoots through your mouth, and you bite down on your bottom lip still maintaining the eye contact. Satoru hums against your throbbing nub, wrapping his arms over you thighs and narrowing his blue orbs up at you.

Your hips gently rock forward and you desperately mewl, "Daddy your t-tongue! Fuck, keep doing w-what you're doing with it!" You squeal when you feel his fingers suddenly slide into your entrance and pump fervidly in your slick walls. A strangled noise comes out of you, and you let go of his hair to lean over the headboard and twist your hips agitatedly. "Hm! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuCK!" you feel the room shatter as your pussy spasms around his fingers. You cover your mouth with your hand as tears fall down your cheeks and you squirt all over Satoru's face again. "Hmm! Hm! Mm!"

Satoru presses his fingers flat against your sweet spot, and the action causes you to hiss and snarl at him. "Fuuuck! Oh fuck Daddy you're so fucking good for me!" Your voice then breaks down into a whimper, "Pl-Please don't fucking stop!" You go on to ramble about how good he is, and not to stop while he pushes your body off of him and lays you gently on your back.

"Oh, please Daddy, fuck," You babble, your legs trembling and shaky hands wrapping around Satoru's broad shoulders as you lower him down for a filthy, tongue kiss. He is just as drunk off of you as you are him. The kiss is literally just his tongue lazily lapping at yours breathing in your oxygen. Soft moans passing in between quick breaths.

His hand goes in between your thighs and he draws quick circles on your puffy clit. You squeeze one eye shut, and arch your back while squirming and whimpering. Your chubby wet pussy is so obnoxiously loud with the noises it makes. The squelches are raunchy.

Satoru is speaking in a rushed, soft tone as he rubs on your clit. "It feels good when I eat it yeah?" You nod your head and hum in approval. "I know it feels good baby." Satoru kisses you intensely before plucking his lips away. "Now lay back beautiful... Daddy's not done with his dessert."

You lay down on your back, and Satoru asks for you to hold your legs up to your shoulders. Your knees are pressed against your chest and his head is in between your thighs. You wiggle your hips towards his mouth, biting down on the corner of your lip as you do so. Satoru smirks at your newfound interest. He spreads your puffy folds apart and sticks out his long pink tongue. You arch your back up from the bed, and your toes curl when his appendage slithers into your slick abused walls with little resistance. You could see stars in your vision and your brown eyes go cross as you're fucked into another state of ecstasy.

"Haahhhhh~ Sato- ruuuuu~" You coo out.

He goes to town on your swollen cunt. Satoru's tongue is like magic as it works its way back and forth in your gummy hole. You're babbling out words, "Yes Daddy," "Don't stop," "Oh god," and letting out cute little squeaks. He slides his tongue out after collecting some of your cum on it then spits it back onto your throbbing clit. He slurps on your hardened nub along with putting three fingers into your heat. He dives them inside and curls them upwards against your sweet spot.

Satoru grinds his erection against the bed, humping it while he eats you out. A low moan courses through his mouth at the friction he receives. The white-haired male's eyes roll into the back of his head as he jerks his hips forward and promptly cums inside of his pants. He feels his hot cum drench his underwear and smearing inside of it. After he cums, Satoru moans onto your nub. He pops his glossy lips off of your clit. His fingers quicken their speed.

"That's a good girl baby, good fucking girl. I'm gonna spell my name on this nice sweet pussy. Hmm, fuck, I don't think I can get enough of it."

Your stomach tightens up, and another crash of lightning overwhelms you. Satoru howls, "Yes baby! Yes baby! Give it to me! Give it to me!" Your body violently trembles on the bed when you squirt for him one last time. He laps up the streams that you put out with his tongue. Satoru, then, suckles on your drooping wet folds, giving them twirls of his tongue and gentle nibbles of his teeth. "So good." His tender lips kiss your clit then goes to suckle on the overly sensitive nub. Satoru lets out heavy pants after sucking on your clit until he's diving his head back on it for more.

"Ugh, ahh, D-Daddy... fuck, hell Daddy... too much! T-Too muc-AHHH!!" You're startled when you briefly go through a dry spell of an orgasm and your cunt spasms.

Satoru finally releases his mouth from your pussy and he backs his head away from it to assess the damage. Damn your pussy looked fucked out. Your folds were glistening from your cum, and Satoru's spit. Your hole was fluttering as it was softening up from the torment he put it through. Then your clit was perky and swollen from him sucking on it like a straw.

Your boyfriend lifted his head up to you, his pretty brown and chubby girlfriend, then crawls on top of your body. He kisses you sweetly on your lips, letting you have another taste of your own cum. You lazily return the kiss, and let your legs go limp at his sides. Satoru swallows down your soft pleasured sighs. His right hand grope at your fleshy waist and left one rubs on your round breast. His index and thumb pinching at your nipple.

"Thank you, mwah, baby for giving me a chance." Satoru then looks you in the eye, "That didn't feel too bad now did it?"

You shake your head, smiling contently, "N-No... it felt really good. I-I didn't know I was going to like it that m-much."

He chuckles and lightly squeezes your breast, "Next time, now you know not to say 'no' to something you haven't experienced yet. Silly." He playfully flicks your nose and lovingly pecks the pout that shows on your lips. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You're just too cute baby."

"You are r-right though... hmph... can we take a clean up Da- Satoru?" You almost let the term you called him earlier slip out.

Satoru grins and pretends he didn't caught on to that, but agrees to your request. "Yes we can clean up baby."

☆ — notes: ....i think i just came while writing this.... lmk what you think of this. reblog pls!

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badgyalshii · 2 months

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ITS NEVER OVER | II

Paul Atreides x Reader (always safe for POCS+ Plus size)

2.6k word count

warnings! idk really you tell me lmao. just sad really, flashbacks, etc. proofread, uhhh most of it.

A/N: im so happy i got the results that I did in the first part, im thinking of starting a taglist for this series maybe so just send me an ask saying you wanna be in there and i gotchuuuu! thank you to everyone who reads my stories, i was supposed to post this yesterday but i was pretty busy. i am overall happy with how this series is going! i was gonna leave it simple and end it here, but honestly i feel like i could keep going with this, love you guysss!😘

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¨its just protocol¨ ¨it wasnt necessary, i watched. Ive watched you, standing behind you. Who are you, paul?¨

¨y/n? Helloooo, y/n¨ chani waved her hand in your face as the memory slowly faded and you came back to your vision and seeing chani infront of you. You both laid on the small bed, hot when the sun was up or down. Chani wanted more, she swore she did. When she wasnt talking to you she was searching for something to make this ¨house¨ feel comforting, like a home. You closed your eyes as the flashback completely faded in your head. You both were laying down, she was across from you with a worried look on her face as you blinked. ¨yes chani?¨ ¨are you prepared?¨ she asked. You struggled to remember what she was talking about, and her concerned look never left her face. ¨To leave¨ chani whispers gently. She knew you still had feelings for paul, and she couldnt fight to win you over in your constant mental battle. You never felt like this before. Wanting only one person- no, needing them. Under your eyes grew heavier and heavier. Days grew longer and you hardly slept and when you did it was of paul, had you have no life of your own? Have you grown depressed? You sighed, stood and you dressed, taking a deep breath in as you pulled up your pants and grabbed your mask.

Its been 6 years, 6 years on arrakis with chani, and you never forgot. You never forgot the life that you used to have, the life you missed so deprately, and you never came to terms with your new life, even if it was with chani. You missed stilgar, you missed everyone, grouped together, eating, small laughs between you and your friends, paul picking at your plate whenever you didnt really feel like finishing your food. You loved chani, you love her, youve became closer and closer like sisters. She taught you her own individual skills that shes learned along the way, but you guys barely talked. Her company was comforting, but all you really thought about was paul, and his new marriage, and his new wife. Was it just…..protocol? You could tell when you spoke to chani that she was extremely uninterested in the topic of paul, but thats all you ever thought about.

You found another place in arrakis, it took about 6 sandworms to get to your destination and you lived in once again, another large rock. You and chani hunted for water and when you found it you both started to make another ¨tent¨ in the rock to live at for a while. You both sat down and ate.

¨whats on your mind?¨ chani asked worryingly, she worried, she worried so often. She only wanted whats best for you and it hurt to see you this way but she covered it with her toughness. ¨paul. Maybe he was right-¨ ¨y/n, it has been six years since then. Please-¨

¨maybe… i should go¨ you thickly swallowed, looking at your hands before you looked back up at her. Her jaw was clenched before she released it, she has an irritated look on her face before she released her eyebrows. ¨im coming with you”

As you got dressed to go back to him, you thought of him. Maybe it was because of the way he laughed so softly against your lips that made you miss him. Maybe its because of how his warm and rough fingers softly grazed your face and on your body sending butterflies in your stomach and tiny shocks wherever his loving touch landed, eager to touch you, the way his green but now electric blue eyes looked at you with pure admiration. He was so perfect. Everything you wouldbe thought you wanted on paper was right infront of you, waiting on you. You couldnt lie, you were excited to see him and thankful chani allowed you to go back. You wondered about him, wondered how he looked now, was he more mature? Did his voice get deeper? was it just protocol? Did you make a mistake? Is he safe? Is he still there? Does he still love you?

Anxiety crept through your throat before you swallowed it back down. Chani was already ready to go as soon as she shes going with you. You looked at her, she was sitting outside of the giant rock, waiting for you and if she wasnt already so smart, she turned feeling eyes on her back almost as if she could sense you, one eyebrow raised as she then crossed her arms and leaned on her left foot. You sighed before picking up your things, walking up to chani she put her hand on your shoulder and patted it. ¨can we just sit here? we just got here! look at the view¨ she said before crossing her arms again and looking at you with a smile.

The view was clearly beautiful. The sun coming down as it usually does but in this particular rock, there was something different about the scenery. ¨pretty cool for a shit planet¨ you muttered, dropping your things before you got down and sat criss cross. Chani joined you, enjoyed the view for a little longer before she looked over at you.

¨why do you like him so much, Paul?¨ she questioned kindly, usually she didnt like talking about him, she was never a fan. You looked at her, studying her face you could see she had a serious face beside her eye slightly winched from the sun, she waiting on your answer before she lifting her knee and laid on her elbow. you sighed before sitting with your legs flat out with your hands in your lap, it wasnt a hard question, it just caught you off guard. Why were you so attracted to him? . ¨i….i dont know, actually¨ you looked back into the view, chewing on the side of your cheek before continuing. ¨its not everyday you get a new comer who is so emotionally strong but you could see he is so lost in those gorgeous eyes. Someone so intelligent, beautiful, kind, and wise. Who wants to learn and is¨ you did an exaggerated sigh before raising your fingers to quote ¨so humble, as stilgar says¨ chani laughs before laying flat out. ¨he was new, wasnt like us. us growing up, we were used to the same routine, everyone around everyone. So when he got here, when he wanted me.. I just…felt…different. Everything felt different¨ a small smile played on your face as you thought of him.

“ever thought of kids?” paul asked, playing with your hair. “why are you thinking of kids in your current situation, paul? wouldnt that be too much?” you reply, your arm laid across him and your head in his chest. he chuckled in return, you felt his heartbeat skip and pitter patter before you felt the vibrations from his voice, “i wouldnt wanna have a kid unless its yours, y/n” and with that you smiled and looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips before he wrapped his arms around your waist to flip you guys over, you both chuckled before paul pulled up the sheets.

You wanted to feel his warm embrace again. You wanted him again. ¨i had a vision- well a dream that one day, he would be ruler. Be so wise and so gentle, which he already is. But i would be at his side, carrying his kids. Happy family. Getting to see his eyes… looking into him and only seeing love, i wouldnt ever grow tired of it. Y/N atredies, queen of atredies, me and him. You and stilgar, everyone around each other. Happy family, happy life. Of course war, but-¨ you cut yourself off, ¨i just want love, ever since i experieced it with him, its hard to let go. He teached me genuine love, nothing less, nothing more. The way he was so honest. How could i ever let that go?¨ you questioned, a puzzled look on your face as you waited on chani to answer. She took a pause, she once again looked back at the view before looking at you.

¨you do understand that he isnt the same anymore, right?¨”she said, looking up. ¨i understand,¨ you nodded, ¨ and i saw it, when he said he was waiting for me. He changed when he drunk the water of life. I dont think he really… values relationships anymore. I remember, i remember before he drunk the water, way before. He would tell me about these nightmares he had and how he was going to do everything to stop it¨ you pursed your lips to the side, as the conversation flowed, your confidence in your relationship was going lower and lower. As much as you didnt want to hear it, you needed to. ¨he lost himself, y/n¨ chani says. ¨are you sure when you walk back into his life hes gonna be the same old paul?¨

You bit your lip before looking down at your hands and let out a breath, ¨thats what were going to find out, right?¨ ¨to be honest,¨ chani sighed and put her hands behind he head, looking at the ceiling of the rock. ¨ i dont really trust him, never did. nor do i like him. He took advantage of us y/n. Tricked us, making us fight for him¨ chani said without filter. ¨he is the preacher, its written. I believe in him¨ you said pridefully, showing humility as you will always stand behind your one true love. ¨you got your sight taken by the vision of love¨ chani looks at you, she felt bad that you were so blind. But you were often like this, always have been. Soft, sensitive, caring. Its true, you and muad´dib are perfect for each other, chani could see that, but you honestly didnt wanna talk about it if she wasnt even gonna try to understand. ¨white savior¨ she finishes and looks up at the ceiling of the rock again before she looks back into the distance. ¨i love him¨ that was your finishing statement.

It was as if nothing faded, like you didnt grow, like you saw paul yesterday, like you never left. Chani felt so bad, so bad that you kept searching for paul in sleepless nights. But she also felt slightly angry, as if she didnt take you under her wing and teach you something brand new, a new way of life. It was like you totally discarded it, like you didnt want it, you didnt want to. Paul or nothing. Did you not value chanis friendship? Her love? She would never ask, shes too dominate for that. But it bothered her.

¨we should leave before it gets too late¨ chani mutters, letting out a slight groan before she stood and wiped her hands off on the pockets of her pants. You followed suit and picked up your bag before something dropped. It was pauls necklace, a family heirloom he trusted you with, he wanted you to have it. You looked at it before picking it up, rubbing over it and placing it over your neck before following chani.

The sand crunched against your shoes as you followed her, she was silent as she held the tools to get a sandworm. It was offly hot today and you both lacked water so she viewed it at that point, she already discussed with you that she wasnt gonna work for muad´dib, wasnt gonna fight for him, only gonna fight for her people. You looked at her, the sweatbeads on her forehead visible but it didnt make her look bad. You sat while you waited for the sandworm to appear.

When you arrived the foundation looked huge, guards around the premises dressed in black, all tall, muscular, and you could easily tell they were worthy of their place. ¨follow me¨ chani said, her walk bold and strong as you followed behind her in suit. Chani walked up the the guard and the guard had a strong bold look. ¨who are you?¨ the guard asked. ¨chani¨ she replied, taking off the mask that covered her eyes. ¨freman¨ he muttered, he looked over chanis shoulder and saw you. ¨and you?¨ he questioned, ¨freman¨ you replied. He stepped aside and allowed you both to enter. Chani pushed the door open, coming inside and you followed.

You werent used to this, spending all your life living in a rock. The walls were long and you looked at them, wanting to touch them, study the whole place. But there was something else you wanted to see to, the love of your life. ¨y/n, im gonna try to find stilgar. Be safe¨ chani whispered to you. ¨chani, this is home. Everyone we know is here, this is family¨ you said with a smile on your face. ¨its been six years. Foundations couldve changed, family couldve changed. Who knows what paul did, y/n¨ she said stern. You nodded your heard and she did too, leaving you off to find the one you wanted to see do desperately.

You walked, the building was so silent that you could hear your own footsteps, sand fell off your shoes as you walked, leaving a trail. A smile played on your lips as you walked throught the halls, checking every door, seeing your people. You asked them, ¨wheres paul?¨ in return they smiled, ¨not so sure. I dont even know where his room is at. Maybe check the throne room. Honestly, i havent seen him in a long time, y/n¨ and you did, no one was there. You furrowed your eyebrows and continued to look through the rooms, paul just wasnt there. Your happiness sooned turn into sadness and insecurity. Tears were on the edge of brimming your eyes. You exiteded the castle and sat down, leaning against the wall. You held your knees up to your chest and put your head on your forearms.

Where is he? Wheres chani? This is his place he cant be impossible to find, can he? Why cant i find him? Wheres his wife? All these thoughts coursed through your head as you waited, you ended up falling asleep, outside.

¨y/n?¨ you heard. Your neck had a crane as you looked up. ¨y/n!¨ it was a voice you recognized, ¨why are you outside?¨ they laughed, you finally looked up after rubbing your eyes and it was stilgar. ¨stilgar!¨ you yelled, he came down to your level and hugged you. He laughed ¨look at you, all dirty¨ he wiped your face. ¨wheres paul?¨ you questioned, his smile dropped and his eyebrows furrowed. This took you aback, ¨wheres paul? I was gonna ask you that¨ he mutters, wiping the dirt off of your cheek. You dropped his hand and looked at him with desperate eyes, ¨what-what do you mean?¨ you asked, desperate for an answer. ¨paul left 2 years ago, y/n. He said when he came back, he would come back with you¨” stilgar looks down as he reveals, you stood, paced, questioned. ¨he said he would wait for me- i….i dont understand! Stilgar¨ you let out a whine, trying to fight the tears. ¨where is he? Stilgar please, please!¨ you begged, dropping to your knees. Stilgar couldnt muster to come up with anything to say. In honesty, he mightve been more sad than you. The messiah is gone, lost. No where to be found. How could he find him? Where could he possibly be? Two years. Two. this was like heartbreak all over again. Before, you knew he was alive, but now. You know nothing. Should you go back? Is he still searching for you?

#timothee chalamet smut #timothee chalamet x reader #paul atredies x black!reader #paul atredies x reader #paul atreides #paul atredies smut #is that even a tag?#timothee chamalet x black!reader #timothee x you #timothee fanfic #timothee chamalet series #dune part 2 #SHIIWRITES⭐️

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minnophee-writes · 7 months

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Right Where You Were Meant To Be

Fandom: Avengers [Marvel]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size Reader

Summary: The reader has a crush on Bucky the second she looked at him but she also has feelings of self-consciousness about her body and doubts she’d ever end up with Bucky or any guy like Bucky. That all changes one night at one of Tony’s parties.

Word Count: 2,760 words

A/N: This is a cute little one-shot idea I had and just wanted to write out. I feel there aren’t many plus-size!reader stories so I wanted to make my own. I’m a chubby girl and felt like I needed some love, lmao. Any mistakes I take responsibility for, this story wasn’t beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!! <3 <3 <3 [edit: this is an old fanfic lol]

It all started when you looked at him for the first time. He had just moved into the Tower, and you had just gotten the job as Tony's new assistant since Pepper had become CEO of Stark Industries. Because you worked in an environment with superheroes who were very fit and healthy, you had become self-conscious of yourself; whether it would be what you wore, the things you ate, or just how your body looked in general.

Being a bigger girl, it often took a toll on your mental health when you would notice the glances, the whispering, the judgmental stares, and how shopping for clothes in your size was difficult, and it made you feel like you had to lose weight to fit in and belong. You felt alone and isolated.

You didn't have any friends; you didn't even talk to many of your co-workers, and just kept to yourself a majority of the time. When Bucky moved in, you noticed he did the same. He didn't speak much to the rest of the team, he mostly stayed in his room, and only hung around Steve. Bucky was very fit, and his muscular body showed it whenever he wore tight-fitted clothing. You would never wear tight-fitted clothing for fear of having your plumpness accentuated.

After five months working for Tony and having a more friendly relationship with the rest of the team, you had built a few close bonds with some of the heroes. Wanda and Natasha were your closest girlfriends and would regularly have 'Lady's Nights' every Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Tony, Clint, Sam, and Steve were like your older brothers and would look out for you.

You and Steve made it a routine to do small exercise and yoga in the afternoons just after 4 o'clock. How this all started was because you wanted to accomplish small goals for yourself, as Sam told you to do to help with your mental health.

"Steve," You called out as you stepped into the Tower's gym, the one place you knew where to find Steve if he wasn't in the common room.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)! What's up?" Steve turned to face you as he held the punching bag still while he watched you walk closer to him, noticing you fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

"I just... I wanted to start doing light exercises, you know, to boost my endorphins, and so I have something to do in the afternoons when I've finished with work." It wasn't a complete lie, but it just sugar-coated the fact that you just wanted to lose weight to gain confidence in yourself.

Steve had agreed to help you; he wouldn't push you too much either because he didn't want you to strain anything and not push you out of your comfort zone too much. Both of you would exercise for an hour each day in the afternoons. This routine had been going on for six weeks, and you were enjoying it. You felt better about yourself each week when you would check your progress and write down how much you lost during the week; you were more confident than you were all those weeks ago before asking Steve for help.

During one of those afternoon exercises, you and Steve were both in the Adho Mukha pose with Steve wearing his usual tight t-shirt, that you swore was a size too small, and shorts while you wore a loose, black tank top, and tight-fitted leggings that complemented the shape of your plump ass. You were so in the zone that you hadn't heard the gym doors open and the sound of footsteps coming closer to you. Bucky stood behind you and Steve, him getting an eyeful of your butt while he cleared his throat to catch his best friend's attention.

"Hey, Bucky! I didn't notice you were there. (Y/N) and I were doing some yoga, would you like to join us?"

You. Were. Mortified. You quickly stood up beside Steve and looked down at your feet, trying to avoid looking at Bucky after having your ass practically in his face.

"Uh, I kinda have to get ready for 'Girl's Night' tonight, but I think Bucky can keep you company." You nervously spoke, having your words jumble out quickly due to your inner-embarrassment. "I'll see you later, Steve!"

You bolted out of the gym as fast as your legs could go and made it up into your room without another incident. When you flopped onto your bed, you let out a loud, exhausted sigh before closing your eyes shut tightly. 'Why did I have to act like a nervous wreck? You didn't even let him talk for Christ's sake!' After beating yourself up over the little incident, you started to get ready for 'Girl's Night' with Nat and Wanda.

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It was two hours into 'Girl's Night' and you, Nat and Wanda had, at least, drank four glasses of Kraken Rum and about three shots of Vodka. You were more relaxed and carefree, enjoying your time with your best friends while gossiping about an episode of Criminal Minds you all saw the other day together.

"Not gonna lie, I would love to have a man like Morgan. Have you seen his muscles? And how he kicks down doors like a badass?" You gushed.

"That is true, and I fully believe Morgan and Garcia should be together. They have chemistry and look so cute!" Wanda loved her Morgan and Garcia ship.

"Eh, I like to have a super cute genius but that's just my opinion" Nat took a sip of her fruity vodka drink while shrugging her shoulders.

"Of course you would, you're with Bruce and that's a little bias, Nat." You gently shoved your red-haired friend playfully.

You and Wanda giggled like school girls when Natasha scoffed before she pointed an accusing finger at you.

"Well, says you, (Y/N)! You practically drool whenever you see Barnes."

That shut you up quickly. 'How does she know?! Play it off...'

"That's very funny Nat, but I don't know what you mean."

"Don't bullshit me, (Y/N). I've seen the way your cheeks get all pink and how your eyes are glued to him whenever he walks by. You're so smitten it's grossly cute." Then Wanda turned to you with a small smirk on her face.

"Maybe you should ask him to work out with you and Steve!"

Flashbacks of your embarrassment earlier that day made your face go pale. 'Absolutely not'. You shook your head furiously, staring at your two friends with fear. There was no way you'd have the guts to do such a thing, not after how you acted around him before. Plus, you didn't want him to look at you with disgust when he looks at you working out. You shake off all the negative thoughts before finishing off your last bits of rum.

"I think I'm going to head off to bed now, gotta wake up early tomorrow. Tony wants me to help him organize and plan a gala party to celebrate his newest project. And when I say to 'help him' I mean I'll be doing most of the work while he hides away in his lab with Bruce." You said before walking off and waving the girls goodbye.

2 weeks later...

You had most of the gala planned out. You had booked a cute catering company to organize some food dishes for everyone and even hired a group of people to decorate one of the large common rooms that would fit all the guests on Tony's guest-list. You had even bought a cute new dress to wear for the party. The party was starting that night at 7:30 and you would hopefully get everything done while having an hour and a half to spare to get ready.

When the decorating and planning finished, you quickly made your way to your room and got showered and changed. You stood in front of your mirror for quite some time, nitpicking every flaw you could see, judging your appearance because you knew how the other women at the party were going to look flawless and have every man swooping in for them. A sudden knock on your door snapped you out of your negative thoughts.

"(Y/n), you ready?" Wanda's voice called from the other side.

"Y-yeah! I'm coming now." You dashed for the door to get away from the mirror so you can't put yourself down even more. Once opening the door, Wanda linked your arm with hers, and both of you walked toward the elevator.

Telling FRIDAY which floor, you both arrived just as a few of the guests were mingling around; drinking, eating, and chatting. You glanced around, hoping to see the familiar faces of your friends, spotting Sam, Nat, and Clint near the bar where Natasha was serving the drinks. Tony was standing next to Pepper and being an absolute flirt as always while Steve and Bucky were standing near a corner with drinks in hand. Before you could make your way over to the bar, Wanda told you to wait where you were while she goes to quickly touch up her make-up, disappearing before you could say a word. You stood there awkwardly and looked around, making sure everything was going swimmingly until you felt a presence behind you. A tap on your confirmed that someone was indeed behind you.

You turned around to see a group of two slender women and three muscular men staring at you with smug and cocky smiles on their faces.

"Can we get some more drinks? And make them with a little more alcohol this time." One of the men quirked an eyebrow, waiting for you to scurry off to grab their drinks.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not part of catering. I'm-"

"You certainly look it though, I mean, you're not dressed like you're here as a guest. The dress you're wearing looks like the other catering staff." A woman spat, her eyes narrowed at you. You started to feel self-conscious about your outfit now, realizing the color-scheme looked very similar to the catering staff.

"Plus, the dress isn't that flattering for your body hun. We can practically see your muffin top and panty lines with how tight that dress is on you." The other woman commented while she leaned to the side to glance at more of your plush figure.

A stinging sensation began to appear behind your eyes, feelings of doubt, and an anxiety attack began to make themselves known. So looked away from the group and quickly made for the elevator, shooting Wanda a quick text saying you weren't feeling too well. 'How stupid of me to think I even looked good or that I could fit in at the party.' By the time the elevator doors reached your floor and the doors opened, hot tears were falling down your cheeks as you tried to furiously wipe them away with zero results. The tears kept flowing down as you began to walk down the hallway to your room; quiet footsteps barely making noise as they followed you. Just as your hand settled on the door handle, a warm hand clasped onto your shoulder gently. With a yelp, you spun around with a jump to look at your "attacker", only to find a pair of stormy blue eyes staring at your teary eyes intensely.

Bucky's eyes held hints of concern and worry, but it was hard to see because he was good at hiding his emotions, and the fact that your eyes were blurry from crying.

"You okay, (Y/n)? I saw you leave the party quickly and noticed how fast your breathing was." Bucky had to look down at you because he was so tall, or was it because you were just very short?

"I'm fine, Bucky. I just don't do well in crowded places or with so many strangers. I got a bit overwhelmed but it's fine now." You weakly smiled but he could see right through it, he always did.

"You had a panic attack after speaking to a group of people and judging by the looks they gave you while talking to them, I can only believe it wasn't a pleasant conversation." Bucky then brought both his flesh and metal hands to cup your face while he peered into your eyes more. "Tell me what happened, doll."

You sighed, you knew he wasn't going to let this go. Even though you both barely spoke to each other, he still cared for you like the both of you knew each other for years. Something about his calm voice and caring nature helped your nerves settle.

"They thought I was part of catering and asked if I could get them more drinks. I told them I wasn't catering, only for them to make snarky comments about my outfit and body. But it's fine, I'm used to having those comments made to me, I've dealt with those types of people all my life." Your hands gently held his and tried to move them away from your face but Bucky didn't budge.

"You don't believe them, right? I mean, I think the dress looks good on you. It shows off your curves and any man who doesn't get blown away is blind."

You gave a humorless laugh and shook your head at Bucky, looking down at the floor.

"You're just saying that to be nice to me, Buck. We both know girls like me don't belong in a place like this, or a party like that. You can go back to the party, I don't want to waste more of your time." You went to turn away when Bucky held your upper arms tightly.

"Not a chance, doll. I'm not a fan of crowds myself and was about to leave the party myself until I saw you run away. I'd rather spend my time with you and making sure you don't ever think that you don't belong."

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, his stare was intense with adoration and love while you stared at him in shock that he'd want to spend time with you. Before you could blink, Bucky leaned down and you felt his soft lips on yours, his arms wrapping around you and caging you into a warm and gentle embrace. Your hands rested onto his firm chest while his hands rested on your lower back, just above your butt. At first, you were in shock but then you gave in to the kiss and snaked your arms around his neck, your fingers embedded into his long hair.

The kiss was full of passion, and so much love that you didn't think it was possible. When the need for air was too much, you both separated and looked into each other's eyes once again.

"H-how? Why me? We barely know each other!"

"Because, (Y/n), I've been smitten for you since I first laid eyes on you but didn't have the guts to tell you. Steve's been a punk and trying to get me to join your work out sessions for weeks but I was too nervous to do it." Bucky's cheeks tinted red as he chuckled.

"And why's that? I was scared that if saw me working out, that you'd be grossed out by my body." You explained, chewing on your bottom lip.

"I could never be grossed out, sweetheart. I love a woman with curves and plumpness to her. I was nervous that if I watched you work out, I would try to make a move on you too fast and scare you away. I didn't want that to happen." Bucky grabbed your chin and leaned in again, his lips almost touching yours. "And you looked downright sexy in those tights, they shape your ass well."

You gasped and lightly smacked his shoulder while he smirked at you. His playfulness coming through. You made the first move this time and got onto your tippy toes to kiss him. It was quicker than the first but still held the same emotions. With so much strength you underestimated he had, Bucky lifted you up - your legs wrapped around his waist - as he opened your door and carried you over to your bedroom. Both of you watched a bunch of movies in your room; many kisses were shared before you both passed out, cuddled up under your fluffy blankets, safe in Bucky's arms.

Right where you were meant to be all along.

#minnophee writes #fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fanfic #plus size reader #plus size girl #curvy #chubby #marvel #marvel fanfic #avengers #fluffy fanfic #x reader #x reader fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x reader fanfic #bucky barnes x reader

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hrtsdevils · 6 months

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you’re no prize either. | jh86

summary actress!reader instagram au.. she’s a star!!! miss lucy gray baird herself. she dated jack. the fans know it. they hate on each other!

pairings jack hughes x ex!reader

a/n i’m obsessed with tbosas and idk where else to perpetuate my obsession fc is rachel zegler!! my love!

november 27, 2023

yourusername

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yourusername oh the love i have for this cast, this movie, and lucy gray baird. my life has changed so much, and for the better!! i’ve met so many new people and learned so many new lessons ❤️

shoutout to queen suzanne for creating the loml lucy gray ☺️ and shoutout to everybody for making tbosas possible! i love you all

ps i sang the ballad of lucy gray baird with real experiences in mind.. iykyk;)

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ryleighwhite_ YOURE SO CUTE AND SO PERFECT AND I MISS U ❤️❤️ (so does daws)

yourusername @/ryleighwhite_ I MISS U GUYS?!!! i’ll see u soon! next rags game?

ryleighwhite_ @/yourusername YES!! as long as u wear devils gear ☺️

user292 mercers the opp 💀

tomblyth so much fun working with you, mockingjay ❤️❤️

yourusername @/tomblyth youre my bff. I LOVE YOU.

user54 HER AND TOM ARE EVERYTHINGGGGG!!! never thought a man could make me like peepaw snow

colecaufield congrats!! it was a great movie:)

yourusername @/colecaufield COLEE thank you so much i tried very hard!!!

colecaufield @/yourusername you’re so awesome

trevorzegras @/colecaufield wrong team

yourusername @/trevorzegras sorry jack’s boyfriend

user45 I LAUGHEDDDDDD she ate him up

user76 @/user45 ate what?? the crumbs 💀

lhughes_06 good job y/n

user76 not her leaving jack for knock off draco malfoy like 💀💀

user32 @/user76 you’re so weird they aren’t even dating lmao

user76 @/user32 okay well she still flopped!! glad lucy bird died

user59 @/user76 i love jack and her but she is not a flop… she has the #1 movie in the world rn and what does jack have???

user76 @/user59 his sexyness!

yourbff UR SO GOOD AND INSANE AND TALENTED AND MOMMY

yourbff I LOVE SEXY INDEPENDENT WOMEN!

yourusername @/yourbff sexy indepdnent women love you

yourusername @/yourusername indipejdent

yourusername @/yourusername independent!

user86 no one’s gonna talk abt her going to the rangers game i’m deadddd she’s obsessed

user09 queen lucy gray baird future oscar winner

november 27, 2023

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jackhughes workin hard or hardly workin?

i like katniss evergreen better anyways 🏹🏹

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user35 this bitch has never watched a hunger games movie in his life

user59 jacquelyn… what is that caption… delete this rn!

user76 @/user59 it’s him eating lucy bird up

user59 @/user76 ur sm like jack!! you can’t spell these names right

colecaufield why are u associating me with your perpetual hate

trevorzegras @/colecaufield WRONG. TEAM.

_alexturcotte @/trevorzegras jack cant even spell everdeen right im not on his team rn either

jackhughes @/colecaufield @/_alexturcotte you guys are cruel

colecaufield @/jackhughes you’re cruel

_alexturcotte @/jackhughes LEARN TO SPELL!!!! put some respect on katniss’ name

lhughes_06 why?????

jackhughes @/lhughes_06 what did i do

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes you’re so dumb

user45 she was my fave wag.. whyd he fumble!!!!!

user34 @/user45 goodbye y/n! we hardly knew you 🙁

nicohischier I loved Y/n in TBOSAS

colecaufield @/nicohischier real of you nico

user09 i wanna know what happened between them LMAO

_quinnhughes i thought u liked the movie? u said u watched it when it came out lol

jackhughes @/_quinnhughes BRO

yourusername @/jackhughes aw jack how heartwarming!

jackhughes @/yourusername you’re horrible.

yourusername @/jackhughes well you’re no prize either 😉

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #nj devils #luke hughes #cole caufield #new jersey devils #dawson mercer #alex turcotte #trevor zegras #hockey blurb #hockey instagram au #hockey fic #nhl insta edit #nhl fic #nhl hockey #nj devils hockey #quinn hughes #hughes brothers

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sorry hiccup, ur friends are functioning stoners

if u are wondering abt tuff & fishlegs:

actual thought out headcanons happy 4/20 lol

fishlegs: partakes but isn't a stoner. makes sure everyone stays hydrated & can tell u all abt the different kinds of marijuana plants (there's literally over 700 strains). likes making edibles with ruffnut using the stuff he grows. very serious abt everyone taking care of themselves tho, fr. has a pretty good tolerance to it. very giggly

tuffnut: ik it says "does not partake" but he will on occassion if it's like. blunt rotation in hiccup's garage lmao. one puff & he's done. it caused him an asthma attack in the past & after that he said no to constantly doing it. edibles make him way too paranoid & he feels like his skin is pinching/prickling itself & it's itchy. will help with giving ppl water & likes making normal snacks for everyone when they get munchies.

hiccup: only partakes on special occassions or if there's absolutely nothing going on during a weekend. isn't the biggest fan of how it makes him feel. prefers smoking. one time he accidentally ate a whole brownie & he was on the couch, curled up, and riding it out as fishlegs did his best to keep him calm.

astrid: "astrid's been eating dragon nip again" yea she has she's been eating edibles since she was 15 lol all that stress of being perfect she put on herself takes a toll & it helps her unwind. high tolerance. does smoke, too. stoner, but like, no one can tell & originally only ruffnut knew. a fucking Pro & still knows when she can't do it (like when she's driving)

ruffnut: does it bc it's fun silly time!! prefers to smoke & has a bong collection lol. her & astrid are the original stoners of the gang. they got into it together & it's weirdly smth that they hold dear despite not being super duper close. sometimes her & astrid will separate themselves & have a smoke together & just sit. it's nice.

snotlout: he always overdoes it to the point where he'll probably throw up but after he does he's fine & feels great. always chokes & hacks up a storm when he smokes & forgets to drink water. he has hallucinated from brownies ruff made before. gets super twitchy. has ended up in cannabis induced psychosis multiple times & never learns his lesson abt his limits

#dragons off the coast au #httyd #hiccup haddock #snotlout jorgenson #ruffnut thorston #astrid hofferson #fishlegs ingerman #tuffnut thorston #httyd fanart #🌹 art #httyd modern au #httyd headcanons #uhhhh #cw weed #cw drugs #idk how else to tag lol #happy 4/20 lol

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deanbrainrotwritings · 7 months

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— A PROCLAMATION

SUMMARY : stanford era dean is a fuckable little sub and i like writing him that way forever. edging him here, actually

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : mallory (oc), daphne (oc)

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), unprotected sex (we all know dean is safer that, but it’s ok for fiction), virgin!reader, oral sex, spanking dean, sub!dean, feeling all these emojis: 😖😮‍💨😭💀🤣😔🤭😩😧😆😫🥺😆😋😟😣😳🫣🫢🫡🫠😵‍💫🤤🥴🤧🤠🥹

WORD COUNT : 11k

A/N : title from close your eyes’ song. my beloved, breedable, stanfordera!dean. high school me was horny af, but for dean specifically, which is hilarious… i removed a character bc she contributed nothing to the plot LMAO xx

Dean chewed on his lip as he gazed at Y/N. She wasn’t even drinking, she never did, she was eyeing her best friend Daphne as she flirted with an attractive older man. Dean watched Y/N shake her head, an amused smile growing on her pretty lips when her glittering eyes suddenly found Dean’s and he nearly stopped breathing.

Her gaze was like a magnet and he was just a weak piece of metal, attracted to her only. Her adorable eyes, soft and warm like the blankets his mother used to buy him when he was a kid, made him warm all over, too. He melted like delicate chocolate in a hot mouth, and his face suddenly heated up.

She smiled at Dean and he gave her a little smile in return. Her cheeks were flushed and adorable, her lips a shade darker from her nervously chewing on them. Maybe what made it more difficult to be normal around her was the outfit Daphne made her wear. She was so hot. “What?” She asked, laughing shyly, she scooted closer to him and Dean tensed a little, watching her soft strands brush against the top of her shoulders.

The bar was a little loud, filled with chatter and balls clicking against each other from the pool table, laughter from people, and some old love song playing from the jukebox. It wasn’t Y/N’s favourite thing to do, it was definitely not where she’d want to be, he knew that.

He subconsciously moved his hand up and brushed her hair back slightly, fixing a unruly strand of her hair and her face softened at the action. Usually, Dean thought she was the cutest girl he’d laid his eyes on, but today she looked sexy. She was elegant and devastatingly beautiful, graceful in ways most hunters weren’t, Dean spent a lot of his free time admiring her or thinking about her.

“Sorry,” he murmured, freezing as his fingers brushed against her warm cheek.

“Do you think if I sit closer to you that guy over there will stop staring at me?” She asked suddenly, reaching out to touch his hand. Dean blinked at her small hand covering his, watched her tilt her head subtly to the side and he slowly let his gaze wander to where a man was sitting, glancing at her every once in a while as his friend talked to him.

Dean looked away quickly, jealousy burning in his chest even though Y/N was clearly uninterested. He moved closer to her, slinging his arm around her shoulders, and her smile widened as she gazed up at him. “This okay, sweetheart?” He asked, feeling his body heat up and electricity suddenly surrounded the air around them as the warm air of her laugh puffed over his neck and made him shiver. She nodded and looked away from him, choosing to play with the label on the bottle of beer he half-drank.

“I shouldn’t have let Daph talk me into wearing this outfit,” she told him quietly. Dean felt his gaze unintentionally fall to her cleavage, the green cropped shirt with lace along the neck and thin straps fit tightly around her torso, outlining her gentle curves. She looked gorgeous, her arms toned and smooth, her collarbones just barely visible to show she ate well, the column of her neck exposed and decorated by a simple gold chain with a little star.

“I think you look beautiful,” he found himself saying. She laughed again, then looked up at him and he smiled nervously as she shook her head. Suddenly everyone started to fade away, all he could see was her beautiful face, feel the warmth radiating from her small body like a little sun, smell the sweet aroma of the expensive perfume her mother bought her. It wafted up to his nose, combined with the delicious smell of honey and jasmine from her hair and skin and he wanted to moan, to lean down and taste her sweet skin.

“I look like all those girls you chase,” she joked. That hurt. His lips parted and he frowned down at her, disheartened. That’s what she thought of him? “Sorry,” she said immediately, staring at him with her eyebrows drawn together cutely, her way of being sincere. “You’re sweet and that was mean,” she chuckled.

Dean moved away a little and she looked at him anxiously, hoping she didn’t ruin his mood, but instead he removed the baby blue flannel he was wearing and placed it over her shoulders. His lean muscles flexed under the white t-shirt he wore and she could only stare at the little freckles on his arm before she smiled again, gazing into his green eyes.

“Thanks, D,” she murmured, putting her arms through the sleeves and smiled down at herself as she closed the front a little to hide her breasts again.

“Yeah, no problem.” He kissed her forehead and she adorably scrunched her nose at his affection, shy. She lifted her shoulder to press her nose against the soft material to find the pleasant smell of Dean’s body. Even Dean’s body heat remained on the shirt for a little and she shivered, then took his arm and returned it to rest around her shoulders.

Dean smiled down at her, feeling his entire body blush even more when she hummed in satisfaction. He dared to look over to where the guy was—who had been staring at Y/N—and he looked at Dean with an awkward, insecure smile on his face. Dean felt triumphant and looked back at Y/N who had peeled away the label from the bottle of beer he had abandoned.

Y/N’s phone buzzed on the table. Y/N stared at it indifferently, but when she looked at Daphne’s name light up on the screen, she grabbed it and opened the message. Dean tried reading what Daphne had messaged to Y/N, but he suddenly realised it was a text in Spanish and only knew the text was about him when he read his name in the middle of the sentence.

Dean watched her blush, and he raised a brow at her reaction curiously as she cleared her throat and closed her phone. “What did Daph say?” He played with her hair, turning slightly to look at her face more clearly.

“She… um, she just said she wasn’t drunk and that going to the guy’s place was entirely her decision.” Dean laughed a little and Y/N smiled at the sound. The air seemed to get thicker around them, and he squeezed her a little in his arms.

“What did she say about me?” He wondered, watching her as her brows went up slightly.

“Uh, just to stay with you ‘cause everyone is ugly,” she chuckled. Dean laughed again and Y/N’s bare knee brushed against his as she shifted next to him. Even over his jeans, he felt voltage travel from that small touch up to his cock and he stiffened, swallowing nervously when she immediately turned to look at him. “Everything okay, Dean?” She asked, not moving her knees away, so it felt like a constant current travelling all over his body and leaving him out of breath.

“Think you’ll be okay if I go to the bathroom for a bit?” He breathed out, starting to remove himself from her. She nervously looked to where the man was and caught his gaze. Dean grabbed her chin gently and forced her to look at him instead. “Don’t look at him, he’ll take it as an invitation,” he warned.

“Oh,” she replied quietly, her cheeks turning pink as Dean distractedly ran his thumb across her bottom lip. Nothing seemed to be getting better, Dean should’ve thought more clearly about his actions because now he was sure he was leaning in, and he couldn’t stop it. Not when her pink lips were parted in surprise and her warm eyes were now looking at his lips as well.

His lips finally touched her soft ones and he felt himself melt against her as her small hands moved to hold his face. The kiss was innocent, perfect, just his lips moulded perfectly between hers and he pulled away nervously. She blinked at him and licked her lips as if checking that the kiss had happened after all from how fleeting it was.

“Sorry, I’ll, uh, I’m gonna go now-” he moved his hand away from her chin and she dropped her hands from his face, frowning as he stared in slight surprise at the tent in his jeans.

“Don’t,” she insisted, her hand landing on his knee and he turned red, nearly flinching at the way the warmth of her touch seeped through his jeans. She looked down to see what he was looking at and blushed even more. “Oh,” she said again, and he felt himself get more embarrassed as he shifted uncomfortably.

“I’m really sorry,” he repeated, and as soon as the words left his mouth the entire front of her body was pressed against his as she kissed him again. He moaned softly in surprise, his hands finding her waist instinctively to hold her close as her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Let's get out of here,” she murmured against his lips. She sucked gently on his bottom lip and his breath hitched as he nodded thoughtlessly. He had no idea where his brain was when she grabbed her phone, his hand, then dragged him out of the noisy bar, into the cold air that knocked a little sense into him now that he was wearing only a t-shirt. “God… you’ve been driving me crazy, Dean.. for so long,” she muttered breathlessly as she walked to his car.

“I-I have?” Dean stuttered, watching her small body ahead of him covered in his big, baby blue flannel. She was so short, the top of her head was slightly under his shoulders and he found her endearing again.

“Yes,” she breathed out, stopping once they got to his car. Dean stared at her for a moment, the cold, evening air biting his cheeks and prickling his skin and she shivered, pulling his flannel closer around her body. “Your keys, D?” She asked and he blushed as he snapped out of his daydream.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and started digging into his pocket where he always had his keys, causing her to laugh quietly, watching him fumble with the keys. Her laugh sounded teasing, a little mocking—prideful—and he shrunk a little as he unlocked the door and felt her cold hand slide up under the front of his shirt. “Shit,” he gasped, shivering as her cold fingers brushed against his nipple. His knees buckled slightly and he held himself with his hand on the roof of his sleek and sexy Impala.

“This okay, D?” She murmured, her other hand moving to unbuckle his belt. He looked around at the lonely, somewhat dark parking lot and then looked down at Y/N’s hand, watching her one hand expertly pull his belt off the buckle.

“You’re so hot,” he rasped, his cock twitching as if it were agreeing with his statement. She chuckled, bringing her other hand to his waist to hold him in place as she popped the button of his jeans without a struggle and carefully zipped it down. His hips involuntarily moved forward as she zipped down carefully and she bit her lip as she grinned at how responsive he was.

He squeezed his eyes shut as she sneaked her hand into his jeans, slowly rubbing at his erection over his boxers in up and down motions. He moaned softly, pressing his forehead against the cold, black metal of his car and she hummed softly when she got a feel of how big he was and pulled her hand out of his jeans.

He whined and she laughed again, pressing a soft kiss against his back. “Get in, pretty boy,” she smacked his ass and he chuckled, the mood becoming light, but still electrified with lust.

Before he could do anything, she started walking around the other side of his car. He watched her with wonder and adoration for a few moments, then came to his senses. He quickly got in and unlocked the door for her from inside, pulling it open just as she got there, greeting her with a playful smile that she returned, her eyes bright and mischievous as she admired his face.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she said flirtatiously. He closed his door and waited for her to close hers before he moved forward and kissed her again, deeper. She smiled against his lips, opening up when he shyly licked between her lips. “God, I’m so wet,” she moaned against his mouth. He pulled away immediately, staring at her with hunger as she licked her lips and rubbed her thighs together.

“Put your seatbelt on,” he told her, putting his own seatbelt on as he turned the Impala on and pulled out of the driveway. He was so relieved that their motel room was nearby, quickly getting out of his car and locking it as soon as she started to exit.

He was on her within seconds, his hands on her hips when he kissed her excitedly, forgetting about his jeans being open but not really caring as pressing himself this close to her hid anything from view. He felt her hands sneak into his back pockets and heard the quiet jingle of keys as he walked her backwards until she gently hit the door.

He didn’t want to move, but it was cold and he was not going to have sex out in the open with her. She deserved better than that and if he had the money, he’d be sleeping with her somewhere with much better ratings.

He pulled away from her lips, letting her turn around quickly to unlock the door and kissed her neck while holding onto her hips and letting her walk into the dark room. Whatever routine check he usually made before re-entering a room, suddenly didn’t register. He kicked the door behind him closed, locking it blindly and heard her throw the keys on the table before she turned the lights on.

He slid his hands up her stomach to her breasts, kneading them gently. She rested her back against his body, letting him touch her, his thumbs swiping gently against her nipples over her shirt. She hummed softly, arching her back as he circled her nipples with light touches, and then rubbed and pinched them gently again.

He liked the weight of them in his hands, the warmth that seeped through the flimsy material against his palm. He rutted against her ass, moaning quietly when he remembered he just needed to tug his jeans down to feel more friction. She moved away from him, panting and turning to face him, her cheeks flushed and adorable.

“You’re so hot, Dean,” she praised, licking her lips as she checked him out, the messy locks of his hair, the pink that suffused across his freckled cheeks, his swollen and red lips, his haphazardly-on jeans. She shrugged his flannel off, leaving it on a nearby chair.

He started to take his shoes off when she did the same, feeling her body immediately pressed against his again. Warm and soft, her hands slid his shirt up, his skin breaking out in goosebumps, until the shirt was hitting the floor and her lips met his. He put his hands on her waist, moving backwards with her while her fingers tangled in his hair.

He was desperate for her. His tongue impatiently invaded her mouth which made her smile, the way his tongue licked at hers, trying to memorise the taste of her with every gentle caress of his tongue, took her breath away. He pulled away slightly, with his hands under her skirt, lowering the soft panties she wore. As they pooled around her ankles, she focused on tugging his jeans down, her lips exploring his chest and his stomach.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of her mouth on his body, the small licks of her wet tongue on his tensing muscles, her teeth scraping along his sensitive skin, and the way she sucked marks on his flesh made him moan softly. He knew he'd have those marks for a while, he wasn’t even planning on covering them up either, he’d probably cum looking at them as he thought of her like he always did.

He opened his eyes when he felt her fingers start to tug his boxers down. She was on her knees, pressing kisses to his hip bones, revealing more and more of his skin down to the dark patch of short hair and finally his cock. “Y/N,” he whispered, his voice full of desire, his eyes searching hers, begging her quietly for anything to bring him pleasure.

“What?” She murmured, lifting her hand up to graze her fingertips along his cock. He gasped, biting his lip, watching his cock bob slightly at the faint touch she gave him. “Dean?” She asked softly, wrapping her hand gently around his cock, her warm breath billowing over the tip of his cock, a bead of precum dripping down the tip. He nearly lost it when her eyes flickered down to see it, licking her lips at the sight before she gazed up at him again.

“Please, please,” he whined, “just do anything, I-” he moaned instead of completing his sentence, the feeling of her warm tongue licking at the tip closed up his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut. As fast as she put her mouth on him, she was pulling away which caused him to open his eyes, confusion pinching his brows together.

She leaned forward again, kissing the tip and moving her lips down to the base. His breath picked up again, his heart beating rapidly in his chest while his knees became weak.

He reached out to brush his fingers across her cheek, curling his fingers around the back of her neck, offering his cock to her mouth. Her stomach clenched watching him do it. Heat pooled between her legs as the hot tip of his cock lightly touched her lips and she opened her mouth to him. A loud moan rumbled in his chest causing her thighs to squeeze shut, aroused by the sounds he was making as she licked and sucked nearly all the way down.

Both hands grasped the side of her face, his thumbs caressing her soft cheeks as she drooled over his cock. She looked beautiful like this, he thought so as she hallowed her cheeks and pulled nearly all the way off to twirl her tongue around the head. She moved her head again, her tongue massaging beneath his cock, driving him crazier, the muscles in his stomach tensing when she hummed softly around him.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” he praised, guiding her face back and forth, going deeper and deeper. His pace was slow, watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth, warm, wet, and glistening with her saliva. Her hands held his hips at first, before one moved to the base of his cock, twisting tightly while her other fingers teased his balls.

He moaned, feeling her throat constrict around his cock, watching her eyes water with tears, but there was no sign she wanted to stop. “I’m gonna… fuck, don’t stop,” he whispered, surprise replacing the fire of his orgasm when she pulled her mouth away from his cock completely. “Is something wrong?” He asked softly, letting her fingers wrap around his wrist as she got up to stand in front of him.

“Everything‘s fine,” she murmured with a smile, but Dean worriedly wiped her tears and leaned forward to kiss the mess around her mouth, his tongue lewdly cleaning up her saliva and his precum.

Her quiet laugh made him smile, his lips trailing down her jaw and neck when he realised she was answering honestly. He took his time savouring her skin beneath his tongue, worshipping the taste of her and sucking softly at her perfect skin, biting into her shoulder which made her hiss softly.

He guided her to sit on the bed, the bed they had shared while Daphne and Mallory shared the other. The bed he had jerked off in while she slept next to him, clueless that it was her that made him ejaculate faster than he ever had. His cock throbbed at the memory of her sleeping soundly next to him while he defiled her image in his head.

His fingertips tickled her sides in attempts to lift her crop top. His hot mouth was on her breasts, over the shirt he teased her nipples, turned on that she was braless. He silently thanked Daphne for dressing her tonight.

She arched her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly, matching her breaths and nearly her heartbeat as her clit throbbed, begging for attention. Unlike him, she didn’t beg when he experimented with her body. His hands eventually found their way beneath her shirt and he was lifting it up her body, throwing it carelessly to the side.

He admired her for a few moments, turned on by how she squirmed, her legs parting to fit his body between them. He knew she must be achingly wet, but he focused his attention on her breasts, cupping them in his hands and kneading them gently, watching her reactions closely. His mouth was back on her breasts, his tongue circling around her nipple, lapping at it teasingly, and finally sucking gently.

She bit her lip when his fingers mimicked the same care as his tongue on her other breasts. His thumb made gentle circles around the tightened bud, then he started to swipe his thumb across, and finally rolled it between his fingers. He was pleased with how she was squirming, practically grinding down on the bed as he became rougher, pinching and biting softly until she finally moaned for him.

He pulled away, pushing her back gently and impatiently tugged her skirt down her legs. His hands grabbed beneath her soft thighs once the skirt was off and thrown out of sight. He kissed his way up the inside of her thighs, his mouth watering at the sight of her glistening folds.

She lifted herself up on her elbows, her adorable eyes catching Dean’s. She observed the way he kissed the inside of her thighs, avoiding where she was currently dripping with need, all from sucking him off and hearing the sounds he made. She squirmed a little, hating the way he breathed against her pussy, never giving her any attention.

He bit his lip at the sight of her being impatient, he was a little amused by her narrowed eyes when he looked up at her. He gave in quickly, letting her feet rest on the bed with her knees bent. His tongue flicked at her clit, two of his fingers circling her entrance, causing him to moan upon feeling how slick his fingers became.

If there’s anyone he’d love to have his tongue shoved into, it would be her. He’d yearned for her touch for far too long. It was torture when she’d sleep next to him and somehow end up cuddled up next to him, well, practically laying on top of him sometimes. Even patching her up the few times she’d been hurt, when his fingers would brush against her soft skin, he felt the voltage of her skin driving him crazy.

He’s wanted to kiss her for far too long. His lips had tingled every time he thought of kissing her, yearning to be pressed against hers. When both her dad and his dad worked together on hunts, they did the hard work and forced him to babysit her.

She was irritated by him because she was just a year younger than Dean. He was always distracted from research when he watched her bite her lip, leaving it swollen and red, wishing it was him who made them look like that. Or the way her pretty hands fidgeted with the book, wishing they were somewhere on his body instead.

He had all that now.

He shoved one finger inside her tight walls, feeling her warmth and the texture of her walls. He kissed her clit and pressed more kisses along her folds, removing his finger to kiss her entrance, his tongue pushing gently inside her. Her gasps, the way she squirmed and fisted the sheets satisfied him. The taste of her exploded his taste buds, a moan of satisfaction vibrating against her cunt while his hands found her thighs again.

He squeezed the flesh of her thighs in his warm hands, tasting her arousal before finding her clit again and massaging it with his tongue. Her hands moved into his hair, gentle tugs at the soft strands turned him on, letting go of one of her legs to push his finger into her again, smoothly moving in and out, curled gently against her walls.

Her heavy breaths filled his ears, his name quietly falling from her lips made his stomach flip excitedly and he started to suck her clit into his mouth excitedly. The moan she let out was sinful. A second finger prodded at her entrance, gently stretching her open while her fingers tightened against his hair. He pushed in slowly, removing his mouth from her clit to watch his two fingers slowly being pumped into her.

“You’re so tight… Relax, sweetheart,” he whispered, her hips wiggling in response. He bit his lip, but the way she squirmed allowed his fingers to push forward all the way. “Good girl,” he said softly, kissing his way up her body until he found her lips again, keeping his fingers buried inside her and starting to scissor them. She gasped against his mouth, her legs twitching open as he tried to loosen her up.

“This was not supposed to be about me..” she murmured against his lips, moaning quietly as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, his tongue sensually rolling over hers. She wrapped her hand around his wrist, enjoying the way his thumb rubbed her clit in quick circles, his fingers still moving inside her before she started to push his hand away.

“I’m trying to get you ready…” he trailed off, sitting back on his legs, staring into her eyes as she followed him, sitting on his lap. “If my fingers can barely fit inside you,” he whispered, grasping her thighs tightly when her wet pussy rubbed over his cock, “how am I supposed to fit inside you?” He looked between their bodies, her hand attempting to wrap around his cock again, unable to fully fit her slim fingers around him.

“You’re so sweet,” she smiled at him. He blushed, staring into her eyes now, trying to keep them open with her hand tightening around him. She leaned forward to kiss him softly, his eyes fluttering close with her loving kiss, feeling his heart soar in his chest. The feeling of her kiss made him moan, his hips moving up impatiently. He was really missing out, he’d never felt this way when he kissed someone.

She chuckled softly against his mouth, moving off him while he attempted to catch his breath. His eyes slowly opened to watch her, a little confused when she started to move around him, settling behind him. He looked over his shoulder at her, “what are you doing?” He asked breathlessly, shivering as her warm breath blew against the back of his neck when she laughed softly.

“Something I’ve always wanted to do to you…” she murmured, she grasped his chin, turning him just a bit more to kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip before she pulled away. A little smirk tugged at her lips when his breath hitch. “Is that okay?” She asked, moving her hands down the front of his body, his head bowed down to watch her hands stop at his thighs.

“Sure, baby, whatever you want,” he replied, the muscles of his legs tensing. He shifted a little, sitting a little more comfortably and waited for her with anticipation, curiosity making him impatient. She dropped a kiss on his shoulder, his heart warming up with how loving and gentle she was while sitting behind him.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” she said suddenly. His smile faded and he swallowed, looking back at her to make sure he heard her right. The innocent look on her face made him feel like she was hiding way too many dirty fantasies and he nodded immediately. “Good boy,” she praised offhandedly. He inhaled sharply at the praise, his hips rolling up into her hand, and it made her laugh softly.

She moved her hand up and down slowly. In his mind, Dean nervously hoped he could hold back his orgasm and not cum after all. Her hands felt too soft, her thumb circled around the head, and precum was already starting to gather until she swiped her fingers across blindly. He stared down at her hand, amazed and enchanted. He wanted to take control and force her to go faster, but he secretly wanted this.

He wanted to relax, to give in to her, and to lose himself in her teasing. He hadn’t been the one without control in so long that it was thrilling for him that she had even suggested it. Her of all people—quiet, reserved, and a little shy. He was clearly wrong about her and he always suspected that he was wrong about her, that she was far deeper and far kinkier than even he was.

In his fantasies, she was a sex goddess. For some reason, she was always the one with the upper hand. He had no idea what it was about her that made him think that, didn’t know if he somehow managed to figure her out in the midst of his horny thoughts or if it was simply his needs in the moment and happened to have been a coincidence that it’s true.

The slow pace and tight grip slowly built up his need, as if she were reading his mind, his stomach becoming taut and his breath turning deep and shallow. Her other hand started to move up his hip and his eyes widened, distracted for a few moments before she started to pump his cock faster.

And that feeling of pleasure nearly blinded him from her hand on his peck, her fingers tracing his nipple so he could hardly feel it. That was the case until she pinched it and he hissed, feeling a tingling sensation after and continuing to feel it as she brushed her finger against it.

He arched his back, his hips jutting out as he tried to even out his breaths, but her hand was moving away from his chest. It slid down again, moving down the middle to his soft tummy, which felt nice and for some reason it turned him on, a pathetic moan slipping past his lip.

She started to kiss the freckled skin of his back, his skin suddenly a million times sensitive. He closed his eyes tightly, enjoying the feeling of her all over him, a strangled moan nearly choking him when she reached under his cock and squeezed his balls gently. He whined again, opening his eyes to watch her small hands giving him pleasure, taking him straight to the edge.

He was pink and throbbing in her hand and he felt his stomach becoming tight, about to spill himself over her hand, only for her to suddenly let go of his cock and move her hand out from under him. There was an uncomfortable ebb of losing his orgasm and he panted, confused for a few seconds before remembering that he wasn’t allowed to cum until she gave him permission.

“When can I cum?” He whispered, looking over his shoulder. She smirked at him and he blushed looking forward almost instantly, feeling her move around behind him, her breasts against his back when she rested her chin on his shoulder.

“When you start to sound pretty,” she murmured into his ear, kissing down his neck and sucking a light mark. He groaned, a little frustrated by that because he wasn’t sure he could sound pretty, but also from enjoyment at the suction of her mouth on his skin. She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaving a few more marks down his clavicle and on his shoulder.

Her hands returned to his cock and Dean lost track of time as she denied him release over and over and over. He’d never felt so lost in the cloudy haze of lust and his body had never felt so sensitive. He felt like he could explode and he was unaware of the sounds that he let out at this point.

It was the pretty sounds that she’d been talking about. He was whining loudly, his back arched against her body, and his hands were fisting the sheets so tight he thought his nails might tear through them. He panted, sweaty and flushed when she let go of him again, the intervals of her teasing getting shorter because he was so close he didn’t need much more to cum.

He sounded pathetic, his hair sticking to his forehead, messy from her pulling it or from comforting him when he sobbed and whimpered, begging so endearingly for her to let him cum. And each time she would kiss him hard and hot, her tongue into his mouth, teeth clashing, and then she’d pull away to continue what she was doing to him.

It was torture, her pretty hands were slick and it was all from his precum, beads of it dribbled down her fist and between her fingers like when she’d held the condensing beer bottle. His cock was red and sensitive, throbbing painfully and harder beyond any other occasion he’d ever been in.

He wiggled in place, writhing in her hands, his hips thrusting up desperately into her fist until her other hand held him place. Her fingers dug into his hipbone and he whined loudly, leaning over and burying his face in the pillow to cry out, his toes curling from the overwhelming need to cum.

When he did that, she’d change the angle she fisted his cock with and the soft head of his cock would brush against the sheets and he nearly lost it, her hand coming up to swipe over and around the tip, and back down. She let his cockhead brush aginst the sheets, gently twisting her hand and putting extra attention under the head of his cook. He shoved her hands away when it became too much, burying his face deeper into the pillow to whimper.

She laughed behind him, watched his body fall flat on the bed with his hands under the pillow as he squeezed it against his sweaty and tearful face. His hips began grinding against the bed and he whimpered. She bit her lip, rubbing her clit with her wet fingers and then smacked his ass.

He wiggled his butt a little, she’d spanked him occasionally throughout the night and he enjoyed it a lot more than he thought he would. He started to mumble something under the pillow and he lifted his hips up, keeping the top of his body down against the matters and she moaned quietly at his obedience.

“Please,” he begged breathlessly, turning his face to the side so he could speak, then his hand went to his cock and he started to jerk himself off slowly. He’d been babbling the whole night, saying partial sentences through grunts and moans, broken and interrupted words slipped out from between his pretty pink lips, but all that he could manage perfectly was ‘please’.

He felt better than drunk, better than high on drugs, he’d much rather be at her mercy like this every night. Even as his balls pulled tightly and his cock ached, he preferred this feeling above anything in the world. If he ever felt like this again, all he would feel is her, all he would be able to see is her, he’d only ever hear her, and always only taste her. He doubted anyone would take the time to make him feel like this, but she did and one part of his brain should have wondered where their friends were, but frankly even if he wasn’t delirious, he wouldn’t give a shit.

He’d let her edge him with them around—watching him, he’d beg to cum because he needed it. It was different now, the way he felt so safe and warm all over, like a pile of melted marshmallows and she was the fire. She stood up on her knees behind him and he prepared himself for her by letting go of his cock, not expecting the smack on his ass, but definitely preparing for a second one.

“You wanna come, D?” She asked with a grin, her hands moved up his hips and he pushed back against her, whining softly and nodding.

“Let me cum, please, I wanna cum so bad,” he whimpered, “need it so bad, please, please.” She grabbed his hair and tugged it roughly, squeezing her thighs together when he moaned out another plea to let him come, babbling words pouring from his mouth and into the pillow. It was muffled, but she could easily make out the words now, her hand moved between his legs and he gasped when she started to tug at his cock quickly, mercilessly pumping his sensitive penis.

She watched the muscles in his back become taut and tense, it was like art and the freckles frosted over his sweet skin only added to his beauty. She licked her lips and her hand landed on his ass again, the sting of it making him groan. When she rubbed the red skin, he let out a little mew that left her slick down her thighs. After another slap on his ass, a more pathetic sound was pulled out of him. She could hear it clearly because he moved his face to the side again in order to breathe.

“You’re so good for me, Dean,” she praised, and he eyed her with pretty wide eyes, his pretty eyelashes sticking together from actual tears of not being able to cum. “Look at you, baby, you’re so beautiful, so pretty,” she told him breathlessly, squeezing his cock and he moaned.

“Wanna be inside you,” he begged, “wanna be inside you when I cum, please.” He started to wiggle a little and she let go of his cock, letting him sit up, making her way around him and let him pull her into his lap. He kissed her softly with an iron grip on her hips, but he didn’t make another move, just let her know his needs, but otherwise gave her control over whether or not she’d let him finally cum.

As he’d unfortunately suspected, she wasn’t going to give in to him just yet, but at least he could see her now. He’d wondered how she gazed at him the whole time she was torturing him, but when she broke the kiss, the hungry look in her eyes kept him still and in the same needy headspace. He liked it.

He liked the way her lust was entwined perfectly with tenderness, her thumb brushing against his cheekbone, a soft smile on her kiss-swollen lips. He leaned into her touch, his heart beating fast and loud in his ears, his cheeks red and shiny from sweat. His green eyes were clear, pupils dilating when looking into hers, his lips plump and soft, lashes still damp. He truly looked beautiful. More so than usual.

He admired her in return, taking in the flush on her cheeks and how captivated she looked when she gazed at him. Her lips were pulled between her teeth, her eyes trailing over his sweaty, freckled body to admire every inch of him. Even scrutinised under her gaze, his cock twitched, as if wanting her attention as well, and it did catch her attention which furthered his embarrassment.

He swallowed, his throat dry from all his pathetic and uncontrolled breathing. She lifted herself a little and kissed his forehead, he smiled softly, grateful and floaty when her lips moved down his face and to the other side, down his nose, to his cheeks and finally a kiss on his lips again.

He moaned against her mouth, still feeling distracted by how hard he was. She moved her lips down his neck, not caring that his skin was salty when she licked up the column of his throat. He shuddered, squirming delightfully when her teeth grazed his pulse, a little bite making him moan again.

He felt her smirk against his skin, felt himself struggle not to whine and whimper like a whore, her hands flat on his chest. She used her teeth and tongue over his clavicle, really making things impossible for him when she licked and nibbled at his nipples. He never thought he’d enjoy it, but he was hypersensitive everywhere at this point, and the strange pleasure that sent jolts down to his throbbing cock only made him more desperate and horny.

She was making her way down his stomach, licking the light outline of his abs, and sucking marks on his hip bones. He slowly lowered himself onto his back, gasping when she breathed against his cock, but she pulled away and like he’d been doing all night, he begged for her return. His words jumbled but she understood what he was asking, she just ignored him, took both his hands and kissed his wrists, right on his pulse.

It was so fucking romantic, he felt himself turn red and his heart swooned. Even when she put his hands on her breasts, guiding him to move his fingers and tease her nipples in similar ways she’d done to him. He pulled himself out of the daze to give her a little something, anything. He just wanted to make her feel good too, even if he just wanted to plunge his dick into her, he kept his hips down and squeezed her breasts roughly.

His thick fingers tweaked and pinched each nipple, budding them and watching them tighten under his gaze. His lips parted and he whined at her, silently asking for her to let his mouth do the work. She laughed through her nose, leaning over him so he could wrap his lips around her nipple, a little purr vibrating through her chest when the pleasure intensified with the heat of his mouth, little suck, and gentle scrapes of his teeth.

She stroked the side of his face, rocking her hips against his, his aching cock finally getting a feel of how hot and wet she was. Her soaked pussy slid along his cock and he gasped, her nipple falling out of his mouth, but she squeezed his cheeks painfully in one small hand, her brows rising. It was a little threat that he nodded at and then took her other nipple into his mouth, moaning rather loudly.

She panted, leaning one arm beside his head and cupping the back of his neck with her other. Both of his hands grasped her hips, somewhat guiding her movements. It was the most control he’s had all night and he was enjoying it. When he bent his knees, feeling more desperate, she moved her chest away, seemingly pleased when she cupped her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her glistening nipples.

It was so hot, but she lifted her hips slightly over his so he wouldn’t rub himself against her anymore. He purposely took his cock at the base and started to slide the spongey, leaking tip through her folds, a gasp leaving both their lips when he started on her clit and moved down. He worked his hips upwards, focusing on her clit and then moved down to her weeping entrance, finding it so easy to slip the head inside her and his breath stuttered at the feeling of her hot walls clenching tightly around the head of his cock.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could do that, did I?” She asked, moving away from him, sitting on her legs and squeezing her thighs together because she really enjoyed it. He shook his head apologetically and looked away a little ashamed. She smiled at him, a little wicked smile that made him shift anxiously, his hands awkwardly playing with the sheets. “It’s okay, you’ve been good all night, D,” she reassured him, leaning down to kiss his cheek and his jawline.

“I’ll keep being good, I’m sorry, baby,” he apologised, his eyes wide and puppy-ish. She smiled at him, her eyes softening. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, thoughtfully tapping at his lower lip.

“Wanna make it up to me?” She asked innocently, to which he nodded fervently. Instead of telling him what to do, she threw her legs over his waist and he waited patiently for her to move. When she started to crawl up his body, his cock throbbed, bobbing with excitement at the very sight of her slick folds.

She wiggled her hips, letting them hover above his mouth teasingly. She waited with a smirk until he whined to drop her hips onto him. Her pussy silenced his whine and he moaned instead, his hands squeezing her ass roughly, pulling her down onto his mouth harder, his tongue finally tasting her again.

Her arousal coated his lips and she gasped, screwing her eyes shut when he sucked down her swollen clit. Now he knew how turned on she was, the sweet and slightly tangy taste of her slick lit fireworks on his taste buds once again. He greedily swallowed the mixture of her juices and his saliva, his mouth watering, practically drooling over her cunt.

She held onto the headboard, moaning when he shoved his tongue into her pussy, the short muscle wiggling inside her warm cunt and sliding out so hotly she reached down to take handfuls of his hair and started to tug as gently as she could.

Her hips undulated against his face, his nose rubbing against her clit and now she was controlling him again. Reminding him constantly that she still had the upper hand, particularly when she said things to him like, “you have such a fuckable face, D.” She was out of breath and he looked up at her from between her legs, whining loudly when he saw her with her back arched and her head tipped back in pleasure. “Make me cum, D, be a good boy and make me cum all over your face.”

When he nodded, his tongue slipped out of her and his nose brushed quickly over her clit, making her moan out his name. He wanted to grab his cock and relieve some of the pent up frustration but instead, he easily plunged two fingers into her wet hole and sloppily started to scissor them inside her.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, lapped at her stretched entrance, and watched her squirm above him. Her hips still moved against his face, but this time, she alternated between fucking herself on his fingers and letting his mouth do it’s job on her clit. It drove him crazy how hedonistic she was when she’d languidly pleasured him the whole night. If she rode his cock this desperate and fast, he wouldn’t last much longer.

When he pulled his fingers out, she whined. His stomach tightened and his cock bobbed, frantic for attention and throbbing for her weeping cunt. She shifted her hips a little and let go of the headboard, her hand instead moving behind her and flat on his sweaty chest while she began using his mouth to get off. She moaned wantonly, her lips parted, and he became thrilled when he recognised that this was her I’m close face.

“Dean,” she moaned, “I love your mouth,” she gasped, “so good for me.” He moaned in response, starting to suck her clit roughly which made her tense up, a strangled moan tearing its way through her as she orgasmed. She rode his face until her orgasm subsided and then she moved off his face, sitting on her legs again, her clit still throbbing.

He stared at her in awe, gazed at her now that she came and she looked right at him with a similar look on her face. She’d never done anything like that before and she was sure Dean had single-handedly ruined all men for her on her first time. There was never gonna be someone who was this good at sex and she really didn’t want to try putting herself out there to verify that information. She wanted Dean all to herself, but she kept that possessive thought to herself.

“Oh, you’re a mess, D,” she murmured, staring at the slick around his mouth and on his nose. He shrugged, watched her lean down and his lips parted, ready for her kiss which she gave him. She moaned against his mouth, licking against his soft tongue without a care in the world that she could taste herself or that she was smearing the same slick over her own mouth.

She pulled away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, taking her discarded shirt to clean his mouth with tenderness in her touch and eyes.

“Can I cum now? I need you so bad, Y/N,” he asked timidly. He sat up and shoved the pillows away to take their place, not caring that one landed on the floor. His cock was a furious red colour, standing up straight and resting rigidly against his tummy, leaving it sticky with his precum.

“Want me to ride you?” She asked, staring at him with a little smile.

“Yes, I want you on my dick,” he moaned softly.

“Let me have a taste…” she murmured, lowering herself so she could be levelled with his erect penis. He cursed softly under his breath, catching her licking her lips before her hot mouth overwhelmed his cock with pleasure. His hand instinctively moved to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her soft hair. Her tongue licked up his precum, moaning at the taste of him and taking him into her mouth.

She bobbed her head, taking more and more of him each time and then stopped before he could reach her throat. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, nearly pulling off and then moving back down, drool coated his cock and she pulled away completely with a loud pop.

He thought that was it, when she started to move between his legs, but instead she took him in her mouth again, but instead started to take him deeper. His breath stuttered with each extra inch of him that she took.

He gathered her hair and stared at her in amazement, nearly hitting his head a little too hard against the wall at the feeling of her throat constricting around him. He grunted, not really knowing if he wanted to yank her hair and kiss her senseless or if he wanted to fuck her mouth fast and hard. He whined when her nose was pressed against his pelvis, her warm breath coming in and out through her nose with great skill, but he didn’t dwell on it when he felt himself move in and out of her throat.

“Holy fuck, Y/N,” he gasped, trying very hard to keep his hips still and failing miserably when he started to thrust up into her mouth, but it was her final attempt at torturing him and when his balls drew up, his stomach becoming rigid with the close proximity of his orgasm, she pulled her mouth off him all the way and licked her lips while smirking at him. “Please, why?”

“Because,” she started, sitting in his lap, “I want you to finish inside me.” His breath hitched at her words, looking down between their bodies and observing how she guided his dick to her entrance the way he had done earlier.

He didn’t even have to whine, whatever sentence he’d started to form in attempts to convince her to let him cum died on his tongue when she lowered herself all the way down. Slowly and easily from how soaked she was, she sat herself down on his lap and his hands found a way to ground him to reality by resting on her hips tightly.

She continued to drip around him, finding the way he effortlessly glided in and out of her so ridiculously hot. She rested her hands on his chest to help keep her steady as she bounced on his lap, ignoring the feeling of her thighs burning from her efforts because of how good it felt when her clit pressed against his pelvic bone.

She looked at him before he could manage to get his heavy eyes open, both becoming entranced by each other like the sun had peaked through dark rain clouds and rays of sunlight revealed the truth to them. They were truly looking at one another, seeing the person who was making all these feelings and emotions intensify impossibly. It was intimate, the way suddenly it wasn’t about getting off, but about having each other and feeling good while they were vulnerable.

He lifted his hips up, meeting her hips each time, only after sharing a soft and passionate kiss, did he close his eyes again. He relished in the feeling of her around him, in the way she held him close with the fingers of one of her hands buried in the short hair at the back of his head. Her palm rested over his heartbeat, nearly following the rapid beat each time their hips met, and he felt so warm.

It was a new feeling that nearly terrified him into stopping, but she’d kissed that fear away, her lips moving against his distractingly so that he forgot he wanted to run before she realised he wasn’t good enough. Before he fell harder only for her to abandon him like everyone else had. He couldn’t go through that again, but the way she sank her teeth into his lower lip and tugged with a little moan made him forget what he was thinking about.

“Fuck,” he groaned, completely blindsided by his orgasm. He only felt her pull away from his lips to look at him when he spilled inside her. The warmth of it made her shudder and she kissed him again, muffling his moan with a rough kiss. She pulled away when her walls spasmed around him, his cum oozing out of her and mixing with hers. He grunted her name and gazed at her tiredly when she rode out her orgasm, his name quietly falling from her lips.

She cursed quietly, placing her forehead on his shoulder and moved her hands back on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and enjoying the warmth of her body against his, for as long as it lasted. He kissed the side of her head, gently tracing her skin, trying not to think about anything negative.

He wasn’t sure he could make himself stop thinking, not when he felt her relax in his arms. The silence that fell over them didn’t help either, but what was he supposed to say? He didn’t exactly plan on this happening, not with her, and he knew she didn’t plan for this to happen either. Even if they had fantasies about it happening, now that it had, what were they gonna say? Where would they go from here?

He doubted she would even want anything to do with him. He shifted beneath her, his anxiety getting the best of him. “Let’s get cleaned up,” he said softly, brushing her hair away from her face and kissing her cheek. He didn’t really wanna talk about it, but he knew he’d have to at some point because he cared about her a lot more than he ever would for some random lay.

He grunted softly when she moved off him, but she seemed to sense that something was up with him. “Dean,” she laughed softly, trying to ease the tension that built up. He looked up at her innocently, a blush blazing its way up his face when she took his chin in her hand and kissed him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

She had to ask.

He leaned in to kiss her and shook his head, “nothing.” She narrowed her eyes at him, but kissed him back anyway, getting off the bed. He followed her lips and only pulled away when she let go of his face. Her little laugh made his face soften, but fear nagged at his heart and made it flutter.

He breathed to calm himself, building up his walls and getting ready to act casual, as if she were any other woman he’d take to his room. It failed miserably, when he got up and followed her into the bathroom, and saw her cleaning herself with a towel. She blushed when she saw him, freezing with the towel between her legs.

He apologised, but she smiled, and he stayed to clean himself.

He dared to look in the mirror, watched her wash her hands after dumping the towel, her hair dishevelled sexily, similar to what his own hair looked like now. It felt so domestic. So… like everything he secretly wished he could have instead of being a hunter, like all those policed dreams and secret wishes he’d never allow himself to dwell on because it hurt so bad that he couldn’t have it. He wasn’t allowed to.

But she tore all that up, with her compassion and her determination, her dedication to being there for him and indulging his inner-child without complaints. She didn’t stop him from doing something he wanted to do, even if it was childish. She listened to him, to all his sad thoughts and all the things he was passionate about. She was home. He could be himself, happy, sad, whatever it was he could just bare his soul to her and she’d treat every ounce of it with tenderness and love.

After every bad case, she’d be there to caress and comfort his soul, and after every good day, she’d celebrate with him. When his father and her father went off to do the killing and left the two of them together, she’d help him do research, he’d teach her to cook when they had nothing to do, and he took her out to get ice cream because even she got tired of being indoors. And every time there was an event in the city or town they were in, she’d surprise him and take him there to experience it.

It’s like they’ve been together forever, not just as friends, but as lovers. Neither of them dared to speak of what was going on between them, both were too scared the magic would fade because of their fear of what would happen once they acknowledged it. This was different to him, he had friends that he cared about nearly as much as he cared about Y/N, he’d do all that with them, but it was different with her.

When he looked at his few close friends in utter adoration, it was different from when he looked at her, and he died a little inside all those times people teased him for looking so in love with his friends, thinking she could see it too. It made him wonder if she knew how he felt somehow and just didn’t make a move because she didn’t feel the same, or if she took the way he looked at her and thought that’s how he looks at his friends too, because it simply wasn’t true.

She was it for him. He put all his friends on a pedestal and he was painfully loyal to them, he’d die for them and he’d fall apart if he ever lost them, but if he ever lost her, he just wouldn’t survive a second more, even if Sam were still here.

“I’m gonna put something on,” she announced, her voice coming out gently. He nodded at her and stared at himself for a few moments before being absorbed into his thoughts again. Would she wait for him to finally not be afraid? Could he ask that of her? He wanted her, he needed her in his life, felt more affection for her than any other person in his life and he knew he’d never love anyone that intensely.

He doesn’t ever meet people that stick around long enough for him to find that out, but with her. How could he not? How could he not be in love with her when they are so similar and yet so different? It was the perfect balance, at least he thought so. She was always there to pick him up and always there when he was happy. She’d seen the ugliest parts of him and she’d stayed by his side after all of it.

They shared a million things together, both new and old, and he knew what he had with her was far more than friendship because of how many times his dreams were plagued with her being the one he’s with. When he’d read books out of boredom in secret, if they happened to have romances, he’d always picture her and himself and feel so pathetic for doing so.

His most favourite thing to imagine was that she was Penelope and he was Odysseus, that she’d love only him despite a million suitors throwing themselves at her. That no matter how much more stable, normal, and good looking they were, it was him she wanted. He imagined that she’d wait for him just as long and yearn for him for ages, just to see him, to be with him. If she’d actually do that, he didn’t know.

He stepped into the room again and saw her wearing his baby blue flannel. He stopped again to admire her, with her hair in a messy ponytail, strands falling randomly down her face while she looked in her bag for something. Her teeth pulled at her lower lip and her brows were drawn together in focus. All of this really reminded him of times when his mother was trying to look for something while his dad just admired her, and it hurt.

“What are you looking for?” He asked, watching her relax and smile up at him. She moved a strand out of her face and her hand fell on her thigh loudly.

“My phone,” she laughed breathlessly, “did I leave that in the car?” She wondered to herself, her eyes only then flickering down to his dick. He looked down at himself and with a blush, he started to get dressed, slipping on his boxers and jeans.

“I’ll go check, sweetheart,” he took his keys and she thanked him quietly. He smiled and kissed the top of her head before heading out, his boots stomping on the ground the whole way to his car. He heard her phone ring a few times and easily found it under the passenger seat, lighting up with Daphne’s name. “Shit,” he muttered, answering quickly.

“Babe,” she slurred.

“It’s Dean,” Dean cleared his throat and chuckled, stepping out of his car he heard Daphne choke a little over the phone.

“Still applies,” she teased. There was a long pause and Dean became concerned. “Did you two finally fuck?” She whispered before Dean could say anything and this time Dean nearly choked, a blush crawling up his face.

“No,” he said unconvincingly, crossing an arm over his chest.

“Oh, my God! You did!” She shouted and he cringed, pulling the phone away from his ear. “Finally, you’re both so in love!” She said a little more quietly.

“N-No, we’re not,” he stuttered, rolling his eyes.

“Dean, be fucking for real,” she scolded, “her eyes literally light up like a million stars when she looks at you and you do the same. Trust me, I know,” she said matter-of-factly. Her words made his stomach do flips, both enjoying the prospect that she looked at him with love in her eyes and also hating that he was so obvious about his feelings towards her. “Anyway, please pick us up,” she whined, breaking him from his thoughts.

“Us?” Dean wondered, confused about who this other person was.

“Yeah! It’s an old friend from highschool. She’s awesome and Y/N misses her so bad!”

“Uh, right. We’ll be there in a few.” Dean shrugged and looked confused still.

“Thanks! Bye!” She hung up and he laughed, finally making his way back to the room, where Y/N was now wearing some jeans and a pink sweater. He could easily tell she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and it turned him on, especially after finding out she may have the same feelings towards him after all.

“Daph called your phone, we need to pick her up,” he told her, handing her the phone. She smiled, thanking him again and reaching out to take it only for him to tug her into him. She looked at him with confusion, but didn’t fight when he kissed her again, his lips soft and the kiss gentle. He felt her relax in his arms again, her kiss turning just as loving as his before he pulled away, his thumbs stoking her cheeks. “If my dad finds out I had sex with you, he’s going to kill me,” Dean said suddenly and she laughed from how unexpected it was to hear him say that.

“He doesn’t need to know…” she trailed off, smiling deviously, “and if he does find out, he better get used to it because we’re doing that again.” He smirked at her words, still cupping her face in his hands and leaning down to kiss her, making it last longer than before to pour his love into it.

“Let’s go pick them up first, and then round two,” he murmured, pecking her lips. She smiled against his mouth and reciprocated the chaste kiss.

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