#n i haven’t written smut in an extremely long time

[eomayas]

silent night • wjh

pairing: non-idol!husband!jun x wife!reader, established relationship, parents

genre: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! fluff

synopsis: jun wants you, but he needs you to be quiet

warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, mild breeding kink, slight choking, jun sorta mean!

a/n: unedited (ofc) also been so obsessed with jun lately i had this thought lsdt night and had to finish. hope u enjoy!! if the smut is bad sorry i haven’t written smut in a long time

jun leans against the wall that connects the living room and kitchen, and watches you dance with your daughter, a small smile on his face. she’s been hyper all day, not even taking a nap like she normally does, so you’ve been trying to tire her out for the last ten minutes. it doesn’t seem to be working all that well, since she’s still bouncing around the living room to the mariah carey song you have playing on the TV.

“cmon, baby, shake it off,” you say to your daughter, bouncing on the balls of your feet and shaking out your hands, urging your daughter to parrot your actions. she pants out a giggle and copies you, and you take her mild tiredness as a small victory. you’re starting to get tired yourself, but you’re not going to give up until she starts—it’s probably not wise to have this silent bet with a four year old, but something has to give.

your daughter copies whatever you do, giggling and calling you silly when bounce up and down and kick your legs out. “okay, now spin, spin, spin!” you say, twirling around on your toes. you catch jun staring at you, a sweet smile on his face and your heart swells. you didn’t notice the kitchen sink turn off and the clanging of dishes stop completely.

shooting him a smile, you keep spinning until you get dizzy, catching your balance against the sofa. “woah,” you huff, a light chuckle escaping your lips. you notice your daughter starting to wobble and swoop in to catch her before she falls. “whoops! slow down, baby girl!” you laugh, stilling her small body. she looks up at you and laughs, her cheeks red.

“that was fun, mommy!” you push her hair out of her face and start gently fanning her.

“yeah, it was, baby. but mommy is tired now,” she pokes her bottom lip out at you and you feign a dramatic sigh. “i know, i know. but we have to rest so we can do it again tomorrow!” you try, glancing up at jun.

“mommy needs her energy to keep dancing, princess,” your husband chimes in. your daughter looks back at him, looks at you, and nods.

“okay, mommy. you promise we’ll do it again?” she asks as you lift her up into your arms, tucking her onto your hip.

nodding, you promise and kiss her on the forehead before passing her to jun. your daughter lets out a small yawn and you and jun exchange a look of relief, both extremely worn out from chasing after her all day. she woke up with more energy than the two of you have probably had in your entire lives, bursting through your bedroom and jumping into bed, hardly giving either of you enough time to recuperate.

“ready for bed, sweetie?” jun asks her, carrying her up the stairs to her bedroom. you turn off the tv and the rest of the lights before following after them. he’s tucking her into bed when you get upstairs, grateful for the fact that she was already changed into her pajamas. “goodnight, princess. we love you.” jun kisses her on the forehead and you do the same thing.

she yawns again, muttering out an “i love you” back to the two of you. jun shuts off the lights and closes the door, letting out a sigh of relief once it’s latched.

“my god,” he whispers, making the two of you giggle as you step into your bedroom. he shuts the door softly and you yawn, stretching your arms above your head. jun wraps an arm around you, pulling your back into his front.

“let’s go to bed,” you say, bringing a hand up and gently rubbing his cheek when he rests his chin on your shoulder. he kisses your neck once, twice, and by the third time you understand what he’s getting at. “jun, i’m tired.” you all but whine. but his hands rubbing across your bare legs exposed by your shorts is making you shift in his grip.

“you don’t have to do anything,” he mumbles, lightly nipping at your neck. you sigh through your nose and tilt your head to the side. “let me do all the work.” he adds, skating one of his hands across the waistband of your shorts. you pull your bottom lip in, squirming when he presses his crotch against your ass.

“fine,” you breathe, looking at him over your shoulder. he straightens up and places his mouth on yours, giving you a hot kiss before guiding your towards the bed and pushing you down onto the mattress.

“try to keep quiet, yeah?” he says as he pulls down your shorts and underwear, leaving you in a big tshirt. you rest on your forearms and spread your legs for him when he sinks down onto his knees. he kisses your inner thighs teasingly and you suck your teeth in annoyance, rolling your eyes at his games.

“hurry up,” you say impatiently, making him glare at you. “please.” you add, giving him a sweet smile so he finally eats you the way you like and want.

“such a good girl,” he says mockingly before putting his head in between your legs and licking up your slit and in between your folds. you let out a small gasp and open your legs wider for him, mouth falling open. he licks and sucks on anything his mouth is able to get a hold of. juns fingers grip onto your thighs tightly, though he drags one hand down to rub at your clit while he tongues your hole.

falling onto your back, you slap a hand over your mouth so quiet your moans. your eyes screw shut and your toes curl at his ministrations. he eats you like you didn’t just cook him dinner less than an hour ago, like he hasn’t had anything to eat all day and you were his one and only option. it has you seeing spots and your brain being devoid of any coherent thoughts.

a tight knot forms in the pit of your stomach and you arch your back off the bed, your head thrown back in pleasure. you let out a loud cry from behind your hand and jun cuts his eyes at you but doesn’t stop what he’s doing. “j-jun,” you pant, dropping your hand from your mouth.

“i know, be quiet,” he mumbles from between your legs, the vibrations of his voice making you clench around nothing.

“i-im tr-trying,” you whimper. jun pulls his mouth away from your core and you whimper when his face is mere inches from yours.

“baby,” he says condescendingly, one hand bracing himself on the bed and the other resting on the side of your face. “you need to be quiet.” he smooshes your cheeks together, holding your chin in his palm. “i’ll let you cum if you can be good and quiet for me, okay?” the sarcastic smile he punctuates the end of his sentence with makes you press your knees together underneath him. “you understand me?”

“i un- ah ah,” he tsks, cutting you off and raising his eyebrows. “can’t follow directions, can we?” he asks with a sigh, letting go of you face and and dropping his hand down to cup your warm heat. you suck in an anticipatory breath, wanting him to touch you again.

jun outside of the bedroom versus jun in the bedroom were two completely different men. your loving husband who would do anything for you and your daughter is unrecognizable compared to the man hovering above you and holding your orgasm over your head.

you press your lips together, holding back any more comments so he can get back to eating you out and bringing you over the edge. jun smirks down at you and runs his middle finger through your slick core, brushing it over you clit teasingly. he watched your facial expressions intensely, revels in the way you bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows in an attempt to keep yourself quiet. jun toys with you, dipping a finger into your hole and slowly pushing in and out. it’s not enough for you in the slightest, but he wants to see how good you can be for him.

jun adds as second finger and and you lick your lips, looking down to watch his fingers move in and out of you. you let out silent breaths, face screwed up in concentration to keep yourself silent. he presses his thumb against your clit and you let out a quiet whimper from the back of your throat, your eyes immediately flying up to look at your husband. instead of reprimanding you, jun presses a kiss to your mouth and speeds up him fingering you.

his mouth on yours quiets your breathy moans that you can’t help. his thumb rubbing against your clit as his scissors his fingers inside of you is enough to bring you close to the edge again. you clench around his fingers and in and instant he pulls his mouth off of yours and places it back in between your legs.

you thrash above him on the bed, thighs trying to close in around his head. jun uses his broad shoulders to keep your legs open and wide for him, giving him enough space to keep on eating you out. your hips buck up into his face, his nose bumping against your clit and you grab a pillow and throw it over your face, letting out the screams that you’ve been holding back.

arousal coats juns face, and he tries to lick all of it up, practically eating you out through your orgasm. your legs shake and fall limp against his shoulders. jun comes out from between your legs and pull the pillow off of your face. “look at me, baby,” he says softly, pushing up your shirt and gently stroking your stomach. your eyes flutter open and he gives you a small smile. “there she is.”

“i love you,” you say, your voice weak and tired. jun smiles that boxy smile that you love, and the sweet look on his face is so distant from the man from less than 10 minutes ago.

“and i love you,” he says, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “now turn around.” he says, gripping your hips and starting to flip you over. you whine noncommittally and bring yourself up onto your knees. jun places a pillow underneath you anyway, and pulls off his pants and shirt, leaving him bare.

you feel the bed dip behind you and jun places his hands on your ass, softly rubbing circles before gripping onto your hips. he’d slap your ass if not for the echo that would occur and probably wake up your daughter across the hall.

“you ready, baby?” he asks, his dick hard and heavy against your ass. you nod and he smiles, lining himself up and pushing the head in. he clenches his teeth as you clench around him, trying to suck him in deeper. he pushes in deeper, stilling his hips when you let out a squeak. “what is it?” he asks, leaning over your back to press a soft kiss to your neck.

“n-nothing, keep going,” you reach back and grip onto his leg, trying to push him into you. jun lets out a small chuckle and pushes in a few more inches, not quite bottoming out. he starts fucking into you slowly, trying to minimize any sounds of skin on skin, but it’s not enough for either of you. you quietly urge for him to go faster, to give you more, and he speeds up a little bit but still not where you want him at. “jun, cmon.” you whine, pushing your hips back into him.

“i don’t want her to wake up,” he grunts, grabbing onto your bun and yanking your head back. you huff and let him fuck into you slowly, rolling your eyes at his slow hips.

“jun, i wanna see you,” you say, crawling away from him and flipping onto you back, sitting up slightly to take off your shirt. he pushes his hair off of his forhead and grabs your left leg, placing it on his shoulder.

your husband pushes into you once again, bottoming out quickly and making you let out of a breath of bliss. “yeah, right there,” you say softly, sucking in a gasp and closing your eyes tightly when he speeds up his thrusts. “j-jun!” you mewl, fists balling up the sheets. jun places a heavy hand on your throat, lightly squeezing to shut you up.

“quiet,” he says through gritted teeth, hips slamming against your own. he can get both of you to your highs quickly if he disregards the noise, but he’s too worried about waking up your child.

you place a hand between the two of you and start rubbing on your clit, using some of your arousal as lubricant. “fuck,” he grunts, snapping his hips into you and nearly knocking the breath from your lungs. he pounds into you harshly, his pelvic bone bumping into your clit and making you withdraw your hand. “need you to come again, y/n.” he leans down and kisses on your neck, the hand that was previously on your neck now gripping onto your hip.

jun yanks you down to meet his thrusts, his rhythm becoming sloppier by the second as he feels close to his white hot release. “b-baby,” you cry out, putting a hand over your mouth once again. you lift your hips to meet his, whining to punctuate each of his thrusts.

“f-fuck, y/n, i-im not g-gonna l-last,” he moans out, a whimper leaving his lips and hitting you right in the core. you clench around him and he lets out a shudder of a breath, the rhythm completely lost from his strokes.

“g-give it to me,” you pant, tangling a hand in his hair.

“i’m g-gonna fill you up,” he chokes out, teeth clenched.

“gonna give me another baby?” your voice in his ear makes him spit out a choked moan of your name as he releases into you. his hips don’t still, trying to fuck as much cum into you to make your words true.

you rub at your clit again, bucking your hips up to chase the release that feels so close. despite him reaching his release, he still manages to give you a few more powerful thrusts and thus another orgasm, though this one not as powerful as the first.

jun collapses onto the bed next to you, a heavy arm draped across your midsection. your stroke his forearm and smile to yourself, feeling full of him and love, and exceptionally spent. “jun,” you start, but he sits up and waves you off.

“a towel, i know, i know,” he says, stretching his arms and going into the en-suite bathroom to grab a rag. he comes back and cleans you up, kissing you on the lips afterwards. you’re practically half asleep when he taps you to give you pajamas.

“thanks, love,” you mumble, redressing yourself. he kisses you again and crawls into bed, pulling you into his chest once you’re dressed. you fall asleep easily, partly because you’re completely worn out and partly because you’re tucked safely and softly into his arms.

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[hiraiologist]

keep you in my mouth (and hope to never take you out)

hirai momo x f!reader

synopsis: at first it’s a party. then it’s a study session. then it’s like you’re addicted to her, and you find yourself caught up in everything that is hirai momo.

tags/warnings: ambiguous location but college/university setting, alcohol, drugs, parties, mentions of throwing up, smut (strap, cunnilingus, overstimulation, begging), fluff!, light degradation (reader is referred to as whore and slut lul), friends to lovers, switch!momo ??? idk but momo’s the best girl :]

a/n: i haven’t written for fun in… over 5 years? not since i was in high school… so i'm extremely out of practice SORRY! i’ve definitely regressed (T_T) i wanted this to just be a quick way to get back into writing, so its not all that articulate or anything. i started this last thursday when i was off work bc i was sick and bored, and i was gonna post it over the weekend but then with seollal and going back to work, i kinda forgot about it. partially ib my own college experience :p i feel obligated to say don’t do drugs and don’t drink underage but…! title from flashing room by 2am club. not proofread!

the resounding thump of the bass sinks into your skin, replacing the steady beat beneath your ribs.

you feel a body next to you—someone’s pushing past you across the room, their sweat smearing across your exposed forearm. it’s damp and uncomfortably cool, an off-putting and striking contrast to the heat of the crowd. you stop dancing and frown. you turn to your left, pinching a piece of your friend’s shirt between your fingers, wiping the sweat onto the dark fabric. chaeyoung stops moving to the music and swats your hand away.

“what are you doing?”

“someone touched me,” you wrinkle your nose. “it was sweaty.”

“so you wiped it on me instead?” the shorter girl glares up at you, though her eyes twinkle with mirth—or maybe it’s just the reflection from the led light strips on the walls. she pulls out her phone to check the time. “i need another drink before we go. c’mon, let’s go find tzuyu and dahyun.”

you shrug as the two of you link fingers and begin to find your way back to the makeshift bar for more drinks. you’re already drunk—yooyeon’s playing bartender tonight and you’ve been taking advantage of it as much as possible.

“ladies,” yooyeon greets as you approach her table. she spreads her hands over a few stacks of cups filled with red liquid. “what can i get you this time?”

the options are pretty limited. actually, there’s really only one option: a delightfully strong mixture of jungle juice made oh so lovingly by yooyeon and jiwon.

“you’re hilarious,” you say flatly as you roll your eyes at her. she just cackles and starts fixing up two new cups. “have i ever told you that you’re my favorite bartender?”

“that’ll break jiwon’s heart,” she replies with a laugh. “but i won’t tell if you won’t.” she holds out the drinks with both hands.

chaeyoung accepts one of the cups and takes a long swig. “hey, we’re actually probably heading out soon. going to a kickback with some friends,” she says to yooyeon. you take the other cup and swallow some of the jungle juice. it’s your third cup of the night, so maybe you’re just drunk, but it tastes divine. you’re pretty sure that, at the very least, it tastes better than the tequila shots you’d downed earlier with chaeyoung before leaving your apartment.

yooyeon pouts. “why?” she leans in towards the two of you. “don’t go. you guys practically just got here.”

you shake your head. “no can do. we promised jihyo we’d go to her place tonight.” on another night, you might stay, watch jiwon do a few lines in the bathroom, drink more alcohol until your vision starts to blur, maybe let yooyeon or jiwon—or both—put delicate hands up your shirt and leave bruises on your hips. tonight, though, you’re going to a kickback held by one of your closest friends, jihyo, and you’ll consume enough substances to ensure you wake up with your head pounding, mouth dry, body aching all over.

it’s going to be fun, you think to yourself. you chug some more jungle juice, finishing your cup more quickly than you’d intended. chaeyoung’s texting tzuyu, instructing her to meet you guys by yooyeon’s setup. as the alcohol sets into your bloodstream, your skin warms, a muted blush settling on your cheeks.

chaeyoung spots tzuyu and dahyun walking towards yooyeon’s table and waves them over. yooyeon pours two more drinks and offers them out to your friends as they approach.

“thanks yooyeon!” tzuyu happily tips her cup back into her mouth. dahyun does the same, though she only takes a small mouthful. you’re pretty sure she’s sober. you’ve been at the house for about an hour, but you know she’s only been occasionally stealing sips from everybody’s drinks instead of just getting one of her own. really, you’re a little grateful that she’s not drunk—you know that by the end of the night, most of you will be too inebriated to get home properly without help. dahyun’s always been a little less raucous than the rest of the girls, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. dahyun hands her barely-touched cup to you to finish and you flash her a playful grin with a wink.

“finish your drinks and we’ll go. i’ll go ahead and call an uber now,” dahyun directs while pulling out her phone. the rest of you nod and tap your cups together in a cheers. a few moments pass before dahyun slips her phone back into her pocket and announces, “okay, he’ll be here in… six minutes. jihyo said nayeon and mina are already there.”

yooyeon makes eye contact with you. “will you guys come back later?” her eyes are hopeful, bright—she’s more a puppy than a party girl. but you’d rather be with your other friends, so you just shoot her an apologetic expression.

“not tonight,” you shake your head. “but maybe we’ll see you later this weekend or something?”

before yooyeon can respond, you hear someone squeal from a few feet away. “guys! what are you doing here?” you all turn to find sana skipping towards your group, a huge smile on her face.

“sana!” the four of you yell simultaneously, pulling her into hugs with each of you. she’s beaming wildly. you didn’t know she was here; if you’d seen her earlier, you would’ve dragged her onto the dance floor and probably made her your drinking buddy. sana’s a little older than you and she’s infinitely cool. you’d met her at a party last year, where she’d pulled trig for chaeyoung after knowing her for about an hour. you’d all instantly fallen for her, and she was a welcome addition to your group. sana was confidence and optimism wrapped in sex on legs—but she was also undeniably cute, with her bubbly personality and squishy cheeks. she’d easily become one of your closest confidants, spending time with you every week, showering you with affection and giving you advice whenever you were struggling. her status as a social butterfly also meant that she has a lot of other friends, so your group of four—you, tzuyu, chaeyoung, and dahyun—had rapidly expanded to a group of ten, with sana bringing her best friend momo into the fold, then jihyo, mina, jeongyeon, and nayeon with them. but sana’s infinite list of friends turns her into a pretty busy girl, so when chaeyoung had invited her out with you all tonight, she’d politely declined, stating her previously-arranged plans with momo and jeongyeon.

“i thought you were hanging out with jeongyeon and momo?” you look at sana in excitement.

“i am! well, jeongyeon had to go home early because she’s got a test tomorrow morning, but momo’s here. she’s talking to yoona right now,” sana points a few feet away at momo, engrossed in conversation with another girl you vaguely recognize. “wait, this is great! we can all hang out!”

“actually,” tzuyu interjects, “we’re leaving right now. but we’re heading to jihyo’s! nayeon and mina are there right now. will you come with us?”

“i’m down, but let me ask momo,” she giggles before bounding towards the older girl. she taps the girl on the shoulder and yoona offers them both a wave, walking off to find her friends in another room. sana starts to talk to momo; after a moment, she points over at your group and momo turns to glance at you all. her gaze seems to drag over you slowly. then she looks back at sana and says something, prompting sana to grin and tug at her arm, dragging the girl towards you. dahyun, chaeyoung, and tzuyu all give her a quick hug and big smiles.

momo pulls you into a hug last, her firm arms wrapped around you tightly as sana exclaims, “momo said she’s down to go to jihyo’s!”

“we should probably head outside, then,” dahyun suggests. “it would suck if we missed our uber.” you all nod and start to find your way to the door. you quickly turn towards yooyeon and send her a wave. the girl perks up and shoots you a smile before you turn back around and follow chaeyoung out the house to the front.

you all stand outside, chatting idly amongst yourselves as dahyun watches for the right car to pull up. eventually, she spots what must be your uber and walks up to the vehicle, waving at the driver as they roll down their window. the rest of you trail behind her.

“for dahyun?” when the driver nods, she continues, “uh, so we have six people, actually. is that okay?” dahyun smiles sheepishly at the uber driver and bites her lip. he looks at you all warily and sighs.

“yeah, sure. it’s not like we’re going very far, i guess.”

tzuyu climbs into the passenger seat while chaeyoung scoots into the middle seat in the back. dahyun takes the seat to the right of chaeyoung, with sana climbing into her lap naturally. you quickly realize your predicament as the rest of the girls settle into the uber. you turn to momo and say, “you can sit on me. if that’s okay.”

the girl’s cheeks instantly turn the prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever seen. “oh! um, okay. sure. thanks.”

you open the door on the left and climb into the last seat. once you’re seated, you look back at momo and smile. she quickly gets in, sitting awkwardly on your lap. you reach for the door handle with one hand, close the door, then snake your hand around the girl’s waist, pulling her towards you more tightly. she squeaks a little, but shifts her body more to settle comfortably against you. your uber driver eyes you all in the backseat with a tired expression before driving off slowly.

“this top looks really good on you, by the way,” you say, lips twitching into a small grin. you play a little with the ends of her hair before dropping your fingers to brush along her shirt. she stares at the floor.

“thanks,” she replies quietly. her cheeks are red when she looks up and her eyes dart away when she notices you’re looking at her face.

the rest of the ride is filled by your friends’ conversations and your driver’s playlist coming low through the speakers of the car, your fingers rubbing circles into momo’s hip soothingly as you feel her take quiet, even breaths. you’re almost disappointed when the uber stops in front of jihyo’s apartment.

when you arrive at jihyo’s door, jihyo welcomes you all with a hug and ushers you inside. she leads you to the kitchen, where nayeon and mina are chatting next to the table covered with an array of drinks. you greet nayeon and mina with hugs as well, chatting with them for a minute before you decide to make a few cherry bombs for everyone. the girls seem to have found their spots in the apartment: tzuyu, dahyun, and chaeyoung are sitting on the floor in jihyo’s living room while sana and momo fumble with jihyo’s speaker system, squabbling over jihyo’s phone to try to queue up a few more songs. nayeon, jihyo, and mina continue to chat while they watch you in the kitchen as you mix cherry vodka with redbull. when you’ve prepared a few shot glasses, you offer them to nayeon and jihyo, knowing mina won’t be drinking. you all quickly down your shots and nayeon and jihyo excuse themselves to go find a game to play, leaving you in the kitchen with mina. she offers to take two of the shots over to sana and momo, and you agree. you grab the remaining three shots, find dahyun, chaeyoung, and tzuyu in the living room, and watch as they knock back their cherry bombs.

you plop down on the floor next to chaeyoung, letting out an excited giggle when she produces a small tin from her pocket and pulls out a perfectly rolled joint. as she lights it and begins to take a hit, you look towards the speaker where you spot sana and momo laughing with mina. you observe them for a moment before you feel chaeyoung tapping at your shoulder, offering you the joint. you take a hit and hand it back to chaeyoung. dahyun and tzuyu get up; you vaguely register them saying something about finding some ping pong balls. you and chaeyoung chat quietly, asking “would you rather” questions, passing the joint back and forth until eventually it’s reduced to nothing and you’re forced to stub it out. by now, the combination of the weed and alcohol has you feeling light and slightly dizzy, but it’s pleasant and you’re smiling a little dopily. chaeyoung pulls you up with her when she sees tzuyu across the room, setting up a table to play beer pong.

“tzu! i wanna play!” chaeyoung exclaims happily. “can i play?”

“sure,” the taller girl agrees easily. “you can be my partner. y/n, wanna play?”

“wait, who else is playing?”

tzuyu shrugs. “go find someone!” you glance around; mina’s sitting on the couch with dahyun, both tapping away at their phones. nayeon and jihyo are sitting at the table in the kitchen, already playing some kind of card game. you start to walk off to look for sana and momo and tzuyu calls after you, “oh, get sana! she needs to get on our level!”

you find sana in the kitchen with momo. you quickly grab another cup, mixing vodka with soda haphazardly, taking a big gulp as you bound up to sana. “i’m drunk,” you state the obvious with a giggle. “and you need to catch up! let’s play beer pong with chae and tzuyu!” you point your cup towards sana, who giggles back at you, takes the cup, shares a look with momo.

“thanks, y/n!” she hums as she sips at the drink. “actually, i think you might regret recruiting me for beer pong,” she winks at you and hands your cup to momo, who tilts her head at you for approval. you nod quickly and she takes a long drink before handing the cup back to you. “but momo would love to be your partner tonight!”

you beam at the other girl hopefully. “would you really? please?” momo looks at you with wide eyes, seemingly caught off guard. she sneaks a glance at sana, who just bats her eyes innocently.

“oh, sure,” she agrees quickly. “i’m down.” you cheer as you grab her hand and guide her towards the table where chaeyoung and tzuyu are setting up the cups and pouring beer into each one. you chug a bit more of your drink, which has dwindled down to just a few more mouthfuls. you offer the rest to momo, then pout when you realize you don’t have anything else to drink, making sana laugh from behind you. she walks back to the kitchen as you and momo take your places at one end of the table, chaeyoung and tzuyu at the other. it’s decided that you and momo will go first. momo gestures at you to go ahead, and you grab one of the ping pong balls and eye the pyramid of cups across from you.

before you can toss the ball, sana returns with two new drinks, places one on the small table by the couch. she points at it and says, “that’s for you, y/n. when you’re done playing.” she takes a sip from the other drink still in her hand.

“thanks,” you nod at her words, focusing intently on your form. you decide to just go for it, casually arching the ball forward, watching as it sinks cleanly into one of the cups in front of tzuyu. “yes!” 

momo whoops. “nice.” she offers her hand out for a high-five. tzuyu takes the cup, removes the ball, drinks the beer. momo quickly finishes off the drink you’d given her, adding it to the cup tzuyu drank to start a stack on the side, then moves to take her shot. she hesitates for quite a while before eventually throwing the ball. it bounces off the side of one cup, but falls into the one next to it. you cheer loudly as momo’s eyes widen and she turns to face you, a giddy expression on her face. you sneak a quick peck on her cheek, delight in the way the skin pinkens immediately as momo looks at you bashfully. chaeyoung takes the cup out, removing the ball before downing the contents inside. she boos half-heartedly but she’s smiling as she hands both ping pong balls back to you.

you immediately toss one across the table. it bounces off a cup and drops onto the table. you pout. “ugh. got too cocky. redeem us, momo!” but momo misses her shot, too, so you hand the balls to chaeyoung and tzuyu.

tzuyu tosses her ball quickly and it immediately falls into a cup in front of you. you grab the cup, take the ball out, drink the beer, add the cup to the stack. chaeyoung takes her position, squinting momentarily across the table before shooting the ball, landing it in a cup next to momo. the older girl grabs the cup, takes the ball out and hands it back to chaeyoung before tossing the beer back into her mouth. a droplet of beer shines at the corner of her mouth. without thinking, you lean forward and wipe at it with your finger before popping it into your mouth to clean it off. momo stares at you, but you don’t seem to notice. tzuyu and chaeyoung take their shots again. tzuyu lands her ball in a cup—momo drinks it quickly—but chaeyoung misses hers. they hand the balls back to you and momo. you arc one ball perfectly into a cup. momo’s turn is kind of disastrous; she throws the ball towards the cups, but it ends up smacking chaeyoung in the tit.

“sorry!” momo squeaks. chaeyoung just laughs and waves her off. the game keeps going, but it quickly becomes obvious that chaeyoung and tzuyu are going to win. you only land your ball into the cups two more times, and momo misses every shot she takes, looking all the more distracted as each round passes. eventually, you and momo lose pretty spectacularly. jihyo and nayeon push you both out of the way to take on chaeyoung and tzuyu.

disgruntled, you grab the drink sana made for you and take a gulp. “i can’t believe we lost!” you wail as momo follows you to the kitchen.

momo shrugs. “we’ll get ’em next time,” she promises, wrapping her arms around you from behind. you settle against her with a sigh.

“you’re so…” you gesture a little vaguely at her body, “comfy?” you finish, pulling momo’s arms around you even tighter. “like, you’re firm. you have really nice muscles and... you know. but you’re super cozy.” she hums in your ear as you lift your cup to your lips again.

“thanks,” she laughs. “i mean, i eat a lot. but i work out a lot too.”

“oh, i’ve noticed. your body always looks so good,” you continue absentmindedly before you pull away from her to look her in the eyes, slightly embarrassed. “i—it’s not like i stare. i just mean i wish i had your athleticism, you know? i don’t really know how to work out, and i don’t have a whole lot of stamina.” that causes momo’s mouth to twitch into a subtle smirk and you flush. your tongue suddenly feels very dry, and you’re not exactly sure it’s cotton mouth.

“well, maybe i could help you with that,” momo quips before she steals a bit of your drink and starts to move to the music blaring from jihyo’s speaker, and it pushes you to dance as well. after a song or two, momo’s hands make their way around your waist and you let your arms wrap around her neck, your cup dangling over her shoulder. it registers in your mind that you like this—like momo pressed against your body, like big brown eyes twinkling as she grins at you, like momo’s laugh vibrating against your chest. you smile at her as you dance together, your friends jumping and singing along to the music around you as they toss ping pong balls at each other.

everyone else seems to be preoccupied, not paying any attention to you and momo. you hardly realize that momo’s been guiding you towards the bathroom until she pushes the door open, closes it behind you, shoves you against the wall. her eyes bore into yours, looking for your approval before she leans in to kiss you. you close the distance, bringing a hand up to cradle her jaw. it feels incredibly intimate as she runs a hand from your neck down your side, eventually resting it on your hip. you continue to kiss her softly, sighing into her mouth as she lets out quiet hums of approval. after a while, she licks into your mouth, nips at your bottom lip, and you gasp as things begin to progress quickly from there.

her teeth tug at the skin of your throat. you try to suppress a moan, but it rips out of your mouth before you can stop it, and momo laughs, kisses you again. “maybe,” she breathes against your lips, “we should get out of here.” you nod enthusiastically, connect your lips again, savor the taste of her peach chapstick. you follow her out of the bathroom. you go to the front door, grabbing your belongings while momo walks up to the rest of the girls, all still either dancing or playing beer pong, says to them, “i think y/n isn’t feeling great. maybe she drank too much? and i’m kind of tired anyway, so i’m gonna take her home. we’ll see you later.” she leans in to whisper something privately to sana, who squeals and shoves momo’s shoulder. then sana waves you both off, turning back to cheer jihyo on as she tosses a ping pong ball into a cup.

and then you’re out the door, stumbling as you walk the few short minutes to momo’s place, giggling as momo pulls you into her arms every few steps to kiss you exuberantly.

you’ve never actually been to momo’s apartment, you realize. it’s nice; it’s relatively simple, a comfortable lived-in vibe filling the space. in the back of your mind, behind the haze of tequila shots, jungle juice, cherry bombs, beer, and weed, you remember that this isn’t just momo’s apartment—this is also sana and nayeon’s new apartment, the three having just moved in together recently.

you follow momo to one of the rooms, presumably hers. as she punches the numbers into her keypad, you take a moment to check your phone. you have a text from chaeyoung.

text me when you get home please, it reads.

not sure when i’ll be home but i’m okay! i’m at momo’s, you respond before following momo through the door.

quietly, you take a moment to observe momo’s room. it’s cozy, photos adorning the walls along with a bunch of figurines momo must like. there are a few drawings hung on the walls, too, and if you lean in, you can see on each of them a signature that looks kind of like momo’s name.

before you can get a closer look, though, momo’s running her fingers down your arm, pressing feather-light kisses against the back of your neck and your shoulders. you turn and wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her into a proper kiss as she settles her hands along your waist. she kisses you with vigor, smiling as you respond just as fervently. she pushes you lightly, the backs of your knees hitting her mattress, making you fall backwards onto the bed. she makes quick work of your clothes, pulling your top and pants off as she kisses down your skin. momo takes her shirt off and you stare at her muscular arms and abs in reverence. your jaw drops when she pulls off her bra next; her boobs are actually perfect. it’s like she’s not even real. she smirks as she pulls her pants down her legs and kicks them to the floor, shaking you from your daze. then she crawls back on top of you, leaves another hickey on your chest, strokes your hair.

“if you wanna stop at any point, just tell me.” her voice is gentle but insistent, and you nod.

“same here,” you respond, and she sends you a little smile that’s entirely too cute for her own good.

she undoes the clasp of your bra, throws it somewhere to the side and momo descends immediately, full lips around your nipple, sucking hard and assertive, the other one rolled between two fingers. after you begin panting, she switches sides, makes sure to pay attention to both of your breasts as you let out lewd moans and sighs.

you lose yourself like that for a while as she pleasures your tits before eventually she removes her mouth from your chest, shifts up a little, grinds down on your thigh—you can feel the heat from between her legs, the soaked fabric of her panties pressing down onto your skin. you let out a whine.

“you sound so pretty for me, baby,” momo breathes into your collarbone. she sucks a dark hickey at the base of your throat. you moan again, the sound vibrating against momo’s lips. you let your hand drift down towards her clothed core, rubbing circles against the wet spot on her panties. she lets out a whimper, and you push her a little so she sits up. you easily pull her panties off, let them fall to the floor. you use your fingers to tease at her folds, coating them in her slick. you start to rub circles on her clit and she lets out a series of breathy, high-pitched whines. you keep going like that for a while, momo pulling you down to make out with her as you stimulate her clit. soon, momo’s body is shaking. “i need your fingers in me, y/n,” she chokes out. 

you hum. “ask me nicely.”

“please, y/n. please fuck me with your fingers.” you lick your lips and nod.

you start by easing one finger inside her, thrusting in and out until she’s whimpering softly. then, you add another finger, curling them both upwards as you sink them into her pussy, caressing her g-spot. momo groans, low and sensual, as you start to fuck into her with your fingers. with each thrust, your palm makes contact with her clit, and eventually her head starts to loll back, loud moans rising out of her mouth.

you think you could get addicted to this—her sounds, her heat, her pleasure. it’s enough to get you dripping.

“i’m gonna cum,” momo gasps out. “oh, fuck—i’m—”

you nearly cum when her orgasm takes over, grunts and whines falling from her lips as she shudders and gushes onto your fingers. you slow down, rub at her clit gently a few times before eventually pulling your fingers out. you shove them into momo’s mouth. “suck,” you command, and she does so immediately, tongue flicking around your digits. “good girl.” you take your fingers out and immediately pull her into a kiss, licking into her mouth and tasting her cum on her tongue, sweet and tangy and a little salty.

yeah, you could definitely get addicted to this.

for a while, you kiss her like that, her heavy breathing eventually evening out as she recovers from her climax. slowly, momo slides her hand downwards, stopping at the edge of your panties. she circles the hem of your underwear, presses a kiss into your neck again. your breath catches in your throat. you’re positively soaked. momo moves down, settles between your thighs. she kisses at the wetness on your panties, reaches up, pulls them down your legs, over your thighs, tosses them away from the bed. she kisses your clit and you whimper. you look down and oh—she makes eye contact with you, smirks, licks into your slit, collecting your slick on her warm tongue.

momo sucks at your clit just as unrelentingly as she had your nipple, and you’ve always been so sensitive. you’re moaning, breath ragged, body shaking as momo licks at your cunt.

you’re so drenched, momo easily slips two fingers in and starts pumping them in and out. the feeling of her fingers curling into your g-spot makes you gasp, and she keeps darting her tongue against your clit, licking against your labia, spreading your wetness around her mouth. you moan loudly and your hands fall to grip at her head, grasping into her hair.

you let out a strangled, “oh fuck, momo, oh my god—” as her fingers fuck into you, tongue licking broadly against your folds and flicking against your clit. her lips wrap around your bud and she sucks, the sensation sending you over the edge. “momo, i’m gonna cum, ’m gonna—fuck—”

your body goes slack as you cum powerfully, momo still lapping at your folds, sucking around your clit and thrusting her fingers into you. eventually, she pulls away, lets you lay there as you recover, brushes your hair out of your face. she gets up off the bed and says, “be right back.” then she’s rummaging through her drawers as you close your eyes, trying to catch your breath.

you notice her shadow looming over you when she returns. “so,” momo breathes out, tugging at your hair. you let out a whimper. “i have something else i’d like to try with you, if you’re up for it?” you open your eyes and look at her, see the harness and pink silicone dildo in her hands. instantly, you sit up and surge towards her, kissing her desperately. she pulls away with a laugh and says, “i’ll take that as a yes, then.”

before you know it, you’re face down on the bed, on your hands and knees, elbows resting on her pillow, back arched and legs spread. momo runs her hands down your back as you shiver, grips your left hip, uses her other hand to rub the tip of the shaft along your dripping slit. she teases you leisurely and you quickly begin to grow impatient. you whine pathetically, “more. i need all of you. please, momo.”

momo’s mouth quirks up in satisfaction. “you’re a greedy little whore, huh?” but she complies, places the head against your pussy, pushes the tip in, doesn’t wait for you to adjust and slides the length all the way into you in one movement. you grasp tightly at the sheets beneath you, letting out a low moan. momo slowly pulls out, looks smug at the slickness spread along the strap, pushes back inside you with a giggle. she pulls out again, repeats the action, thrusting harder and quicker each time, hands gripping your ass firmly. she’s found a good rhythm and she lets out a deep groan. you feel yourself clench at the sound, thighs quivering as pleasure surges throughout you.

she continues to fuck into you deeply until eventually your arms begin to give out; she slows momentarily, pulls out completely, grabs your hips and flips you over so you’re on your back, staring up at her. she lines up the dildo against your cunt again, buries the shaft in you, but she doesn’t move. instead, she smirks down at you as you begin to whimper desperately.

“what is it, baby? use your words.”

“momo,” you gasp out, “please move, please.”

she tilts her head. you’re squirming, trying to fuck yourself on her dick, but momo’s strong, holding you in place, preventing you from finding your own pleasure. “beg properly,” she drawls, “and maybe i’ll think about it.”

“will you please move, momo? i’ll do anything, baby, please, i need your cock so bad,” you cry. “please fuck me, please i’ll be such a good slut for you, momo, just please move, please.”

“how cute,” she coos before she starts fucking you at the same pace as before, hitting hard and deep inside you every time. you’re gasping and grunting each time she thrusts, her round eyes shining in amusement as she stares down at you. you eventually break eye contact when you glance at her body.

the sight of momo’s toned abs and round tits glistening with a thin layer of sweat nearly makes you lose your mind, and you claw desperately at her arms. she starts rubbing at your clit with one hand, the other holding you down securely by your waist. the combined stimulation sends you into overdrive, and your breath hitches, vision begins to blur, body shakes frantically with momo’s name falling from your lips repeatedly as your orgasm ripples through every part of you.

as you come down from your high, momo slips out of you, making you exhale sharply as you adjust to the loss. you feel completely wrecked, pussy raw and sore from the intensity of momo’s actions. she quickly leaves to bring you some towels and a glass of water. she returns with a soft expression; the two of you lay together as she gently, carefully wipes you down. you sip at your water gratefully, finishing the entire glass, but you can feel fatigue engulfing your body. she practically carries you to the bathroom, where she lends you a spare toothbrush and leaves you to use the toilet. when you’re finished, she really does pick you up this time, setting you gently on her bed, pulling the sheets up over your body. you barely manage to whisper out a “thank you” before you’re passed out, surrounded by momo’s scent and breathing peacefully. momo just smiles, tucks your hair behind your ear, presses a soft kiss against your forehead. as you fall into a deep slumber, she gets up, folds your clothes and puts them in a tote bag, finds your phone. noticing your almost-dead battery, she plugs it into a spare charger. then she crawls into bed next to you, turns off her light, and falls asleep to the soothing rise and fall of your chest next to her.

you roll over, eyes sticky with exhaustion and haziness. your body aches, and you reach a heavy hand out to find your phone. you feel around for a few moments before your phone is pushed gently into your hand. startled, you blink a few times and sit up.

momo lays next to you, body half-covered by the sheets, lips cut into a smirk. “good morning,” she husks quietly. “sleep well?” you stare at her for a moment. you’re aware that you’re both still naked, and you try not to think about her flawless chest and delicious abs.

“uh, good morning. yes. yeah. uh, i… i did. did you?” your brain feels all jumbled and looking at momo doesn’t seem to help.

“sure did,” she drawls with a grin, all teeth and rosy cheeks. “your phone’s being blowing up all morning, by the way.” you look down at the device and unlock the screen. your notifications are flooded with missed calls and texts from your friends—sana and chaeyoung’s names seem to take up the majority of them. noticing the time, your eyes widen comically.

“holy shit,” you breathe, head snapping up to look at momo. “uh… fuck. i am so sorry.”

her head tilts, adorably confused. “what for?” she shifts forward, reaching for your torso. she tugs at you a little until she’s snuggled against your body, burying her head into your side and wrapping an arm around your midsection.

“uh.” it seems to be your favorite word this morning. “for staying here so long? i didn’t mean to fall asleep here, i swear.” momo just laughs softly and closes her eyes.

“i don’t mind,” she sighs into your skin. your heart starts to beat a little faster.

“are you sure?”

she hums. “yeah. i even made breakfast, if you’re ready to eat. i wouldn’t have done that if i weren’t okay with you staying here.” her tone is teasing, but you can feel the sincerity in her voice. it makes you blush.

you squeak, “you made breakfast?”

“mm,” she responds. “just before you woke up. should still be warm. you still like waffles, yeah?”

“uh,” you repeat. you mentally kick yourself—where is your eloquence? “waffles are… good. hey, is sana here? and nayeon?”

her lips twitch. “would i have made breakfast naked if they were?” you turn bright red. “nayeon decided to head over to jeongyeon’s last night,” momo continues, “and dahyun took sana home with her and tzuyu. neither of them will be back until later.”

“oh, okay,” you exhale. “right. so, uh…” you don’t quite know how to say the words.

“hey, if you’re worried about this ruining our friendship,” momo starts, fiddling with her fingers, “we don’t have to make it anything more than just a hookup. we don’t even have to mention it again, if you’d like. i don’t mind. it’s your call.”

instantly, you flush, embarrassed that she’s read you so easily. “i’m sorry,” you say quickly. “it’s just—last night was incredible, beyond incredible, and you were so good, really, but i just don’t want this to make things weird between us. you’re one of my best friends and i like being with you, you know?” stop talking, you think. momo raises an eyebrow and you can’t help but continue, “not like that—or, well, maybe like that, if that’s something you want, because i definitely wouldn’t be opposed.” oh my god, stop! talking! your cheeks are hot and you look down at the floor.

momo lets out a laugh and reaches for your hand, prompting you to look back up at her. “y/n, it’s okay. i’m not, like, offended or anything. i totally get it. i’d never want to jeopardize our friendship, either. but it doesn’t have to make things weird. because i also like being with you, whether it ends like it did last night or not. no pressure. we don’t have to do anything you don’t want. we can just go with the flow.” she sends you a comforting smile. “how about we eat breakfast now? before it goes cold.”

“sure,” you agree, “but i might need help walking over there.”

momo’s proud smirk that follows replays in your mind even weeks later.

when you’d come home the day after jihyo’s kickback, chaeyoung had asked about your sleepover at momo’s, but she didn’t seem to think much of it. miraculously, none of the girls had noticed the array of hickeys that momo had left all over your body, or wondered why you’d spent the rest of the weekend entirely in bed, only moving to get ready.

before you’d left her apartment that day, you’d mustered up the courage to lean in to kiss her, and momo had closed the distance before saying goodbye sweetly. you’d given in and texted momo not even two hours later, and ever since then, you’ve been chatting back and forth with the older girl, messages flirtier than they’ve ever been, tension accumulating as the weeks go by. you see momo a lot when you hang out with your friends, and nobody seems to think anything of it when she intertwines her fingers with yours or pulls you into frequent hugs, hands gripping at your waist. you hang out with her alone, too, though it’s all been completely friendly so far, with only your texts to insinuate there might be something else between you. you won’t say it to her, but you really wouldn’t mind if she just kissed you sometimes, or edged you in the bathroom during lunch, maybe.

on one morning, between classes, you go for coffee with her and sana—invitation extended by momo followed by a mouthwatering mirror pic of her, post-workout, abs gleaning with sweat and thumb hooked into the front of her joggers, along with the message working on my stamina. needless to say, you’d nearly forgotten about the coffee entirely.

“you guys seem to have gotten really close recently,” sana remarks as momo goes to pick up your orders. the two of you sit at a table, observing the oldest girl as she thanks the barista and starts to carry the tray back over to you.

“well, we were close before,” you say, trying to not sound too affected. “but i guess we have been hanging out a lot more recently.” momo takes her seat then, passing out your drinks and pastries. sana just hums and fails to hide a smile behind her cold brew. you cough.

before you head to your next class, sana pulls you aside as momo’s tossing away your trash. “just so you know,” she whispers, “i think you should go for it. if you like her, i mean. you’re totally momo’s type.”

before you can respond, momo’s standing in front of you, doe eyes sparkling as she swings her bag over her shoulder. sana winks at you.

you bid them both goodbye and make your way to class. it’s kind of funny—the entire time, all you can think about is sana saying you’re totally momo’s type. you try to ignore how the thought sets your skin on fire.

you have statistics class with tzuyu, jihyo, and momo every tuesday and thursday at 10 a.m.

only now, you start to notice momo—she always sits at the end of the row next to tzuyu, while you sit in between tzuyu and jihyo. momo’s quietly immersed in her phone most of the time. she doesn’t really take notes, or even listen to your professor. in fact, whenever your eyes find her, she’s always staring into space or typing something on her phone. sometimes you catch her with her notebook open and pencil scrawling something across the pages, but you can see she’s just doodling. you wonder what her grade is. after all, you spend half your time in this class playing games and texting with tzuyu, and the both of you are barely clinging to a low B as it is. jihyo, on the other hand, is always focused—her hard-earned A is the reflection of her determination and work ethic.

you subtly begin to switch seats with tzuyu so you can sit next to momo. tzuyu doesn’t really seem to notice or care, but one day, after a couple weeks, jihyo asks you about it as you slide into a seat, five minutes early for class.

“why are you sitting there?”

“huh?” you say smartly, pulling out your notebook and pencil. jihyo does the same, but she gives you a look.

“tzuyu usually sits next to momo. what, you don’t like sitting next to me anymore?”

“oh! no, that’s not it. uh, i guess i just didn’t notice.” you hope it comes out as casual as possible. jihyo gives you another look, which you ignore, and pulls out her stuff, settling into her seat.

“momo! hey!” at jihyo’s words, you nearly break your neck looking up so quickly. jihyo tries to stifle a guffaw.

“hey jihyo,” momo glances towards you and her eyes sparkle more brightly. “hi, y/n.”

“hi momo,” you reply breathlessly. again, you pay no mind to the giant grin jihyo’s sending your way.

momo drops into the seat next to you, scoots a little closer to you, her leg brushing against yours. your breath falters slightly. jihyo suppresses a cackle; you ignore her resolutely. “are you guys ready for the test next week?”

“wait, there’s a test next week?” you squeak.

“hey, you should’ve been paying attention,” jihyo tsks. “i invited you the other day to come to my study session. at least tzuyu actually showed up.”

“well, we can still study until the test,” momo offers. she glances at you. “y/n, what do you think?”

“oh, uh,” you look at momo. “sure. i could use the extra help. i mean, tzuyu and i…” you peek over at jihyo sheepishly. “well, yeah. i could use the extra help.” momo lets out a laugh and you blush.

jihyo rolls her eyes. “oh, now you want to study together? hey, you missed your chance.”

you wince. “sorry about that again. it’s just… well, i just didn’t feel like studying.” momo can’t help but giggle again at that. secretly, you’re preening inside at the sound.

“you can study with me,” momo leans closer to you. you stare at her, brain faltering at her close proximity. “i might not be a genius like jihyo, but i’m good. good enough to have an A, at least.”

you’re about to respond when tzuyu hurls herself into the seat between you and jihyo. “hey guys! did i miss anything?”

“hey tzuyu,” momo looks at her. “no, not yet. we were just saying we should study together again before the unit test, maybe next week?” you all agree and begin to make plans, but quickly quiet down when you notice the professor walk in.

the entire lecture, all you can focus on is momo—momo’s leg, pressed against your own—momo’s fingers, tapping every so often along the desk—momo’s perfume, something sweet and citrusy and a little powdery—momo’s jawline, sharp and gorgeous—momo’s eyes, huge and twinkling—

you don’t even notice when class ends, only registering it when momo’s standing up to leave, waggling her fingers teasingly at you as she exits the hall. jihyo and tzuyu gesture for you to hurry up and gather your things. you look down at your notebook, page completely empty save for the words stop staring at me in momo’s cute handwriting scrawled next to a heart.

jihyo and tzuyu exchange a look as you stare at the paper. when you peer up at them, jihyo just laughs. tzuyu rolls her eyes but sends a soft expression towards you. you suddenly feel very dizzy.

you’d spent the week trying to study to prepare for your statistics test, but you didn’t seem to get very far. now, you’re standing in front of momo’s door, textbook in hand with your bag slung over your shoulder as you knock gently.

jihyo and tzuyu had chosen to study on their own, with jihyo ultimately deciding that you would be too distracting for tzuyu to focus if you were together. she’d offered to study with you separately, but you’d instead jumped at the chance to ask momo to study with you. jihyo hadn’t tried to convince you otherwise, just giving you a knowing wink, and momo was more than happy to say yes.

the door opens to reveal a barefaced momo, dressed comfortably in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, doe eyes blinking at you behind big round glasses, fluffy hair falling softly around her face. your heart bursts at the sight. she beams at you before pulling you into a hug, shutting the door behind you.

“hey, you,” she greets you fondly. “ready to study, buddy?” you roll your eyes but laugh anyway.

“i guess,” you respond. “but to be completely honest, i’m pretty lost on this whole unit. and not just because i usually spend half of lecture beating tzuyu at candy crush.” momo raises an eyebrow at that. “i mean, i’m not stupid or anything, but it kinda just doesn’t click for me. just to warn you.”

momo just shrugs, gives you a comforting smile. “that’s okay. i’m pretty patient.”

you follow her to her room and you settle on the floor, pulling out your materials. for a while, you’re determined and fully concentrated on your studies. momo’s not wrong: she’s extremely patient, and the way she explains things is direct and simple, and somehow, things start to fall into place, and you grasp the concepts from the unit fairly quickly.

but after a couple hours, your focus begins to waver, and you find yourself incredibly distracted by the slope of momo’s nose, the mole on her neck, the rosiness of her cheeks—

“you’re staring,” momo singsongs, breaking your train of thought. her mouth is configured in a lopsided grin. you blink. “again.”

“sorry,” you say, not feeling very sorry at all. “you’re just really… you know. pretty.”

“i’m pretty?” she smirks at you, leans into your personal space. you nod dumbly and she giggles. she tilts her head forward to capture your lips in a kiss, and you can’t help but sigh. despite her flirty behavior, it’s been almost two months since you’d last kissed, since you’d spent the night with her after jihyo’s party, and you missed it. you missed her.

the two of you collapse onto her bed and kiss lazily for a while; you relish in her gentle touches and natural beauty. she’s so pretty. she’s certainly handsome, too, you think. she’s honestly just the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen in your entire life. her lips are soft and full, dragging lightly along your jawline before she nips at your throat. you whimper quietly as momo bites down on you again.

statistics long forgotten, you take your top off, toss it to momo’s floor.

momo’s plump lips are pressing hot, wet kisses against the column of your neck. you try to keep your composure, but a guttural moan makes its way out of your mouth and you instantly flush red. momo pulls at your pants, tugging them and your panties down your legs.

momo eats you out until you’re trembling, chest heaving and nothing but moans and broken speech falling from your lips. her lips and chin glisten with your slick, but she just gives you a quick kiss before leaning back down and attaching her mouth around your clit again. you fall apart once, twice, three times—your clit throbs intensely, painfully, too sensitive to keep going. but you don’t tell her to stop, so momo doesn’t stop, and you really like that she doesn’t stop. by the time you’re shuddering your way into a seventh orgasm, you’re limp and mumbling incoherently. momo finally lets up, licks into your mouth instead, your own cum coating your tongue as she kisses you wetly, desperately.

you go home that night feeling complete—and momo completes you again and again and again for hours when you show up at her place a week later, a giant A displayed at the top of your statistics test.

you’re pretty sure you’re addicted to momo.

you hang out with the older girl constantly. you go to movies together, study together, eat meals together. you don’t even go out to parties anymore, unless it’s held by one of your friends, choosing to go out with momo instead. you can’t remember the last time you saw yooyeon or jiwon. it hardly matters when you’re settled between momo’s thighs, lips wrapped around her clit, the sweetness of her cum dancing along every corner of your mouth.

eventually, you’re ending every other night in momo’s room. it doesn’t always involve sex—really, you just feel like being around momo. it’s nice. momo certainly isn’t complaining.

she starts to keep a toothbrush for you in her bathroom, and your clothes begin to mix in with her own closet.

chaeyoung doesn’t text you asking when you’re coming home anymore. instead, she asks if you’re coming over. whenever you swing by what’s technically your apartment with momo in tow, chaeyoung beams hugely at you, gives you a wink or a thumbs up. it’s only mildly embarrassing.

you’ve never had a friend quite like momo—she’s in a league of her own. she’s easily the best hookup you’ve ever had. you feel lucky just to be friends with her.

you think about momo’s taut abs, the way her skilled tongue curls inside you, her incredible stamina. you think about her contagious laugh, her alarmingly loud sneezes, her focused expression when she’s cooking something in the kitchen. you like all of these things about momo. you decide that, yeah, momo feels right. your head starts to spin when you think about what that means.

it dawns on you that this was what you’d been feeling every time you think about momo—want, pure desire, love. you’ve never craved anything or anyone like this before. you never felt want like this, love like this—it never felt right, not unless it was momo.

you’re at dinner with jeongyeon when you finally get the bright idea to actually tell momo you love her.

really, it’s more like jeongyeon hands you the idea on a silver platter.

“you seem happy,” jeongyeon says before biting into a dumpling.

you hum. “i am happy,” you say, not at all surprised to find your thoughts immediately drifting to momo. you begin to space out a bit as you think about all your recent memories with her; it’s not just the sex that’s good, but she makes you feel alive. when you’re with her, you forget about the rest of the world. it feels good to be around her. even just thinking about momo makes you feel at ease, content.

jeongyeon smiles at you, eyes softening. “so you and momo made it official then?”

that jolts you out of your reverie.

“momo—official—we aren’t—what?” you splutter incredulously. you stare at jeongyeon. she just blinks at you.

“you and momo,” she repeats, slower this time. “aren’t you guys, like, dating?” she says it so casually, in between bites of meat—you feel like the world has stopped spinning. “did she finally ask you to be her girlfriend?”

“momo and i are not dating,” you choke out nervously. “where in the world did you get that idea?”

jeongyeon stops chewing, swallows haltingly. “you’re kidding, right?” she sits up straighter, looks you in the eyes. “you guys aren’t subtle. like, at all. you know, we’re polite, not blind. those hickeys aren’t invisible, and you only got away with faking sick so many times before it tipped us off that something was up. plus, you’re always looking at each other with heart eyes. it’s kind of sickening, actually.”

you sit in silence as you absorb this. after a beat, you croak, “so, all of you… know about the sex?” she nods. “i see. well, honestly, i love her. but i’m worried that she’s not there yet.”

jeongyeon looks at you. “y/n, i’m pretty sure everyone knows that momo loves you. like, i’m not kidding, but she’s had a crush on you since you met. just ask sana. she’s been playing wingwoman for momo for months and it was like you were completely blind until the first time you and momo kissed. you know sana called me that night, drunk in dahyun’s bed, both of them shouting at me to start planning the wedding? mina helps momo pick out outfits for your dates. nayeon buys extra groceries because you practically live at their apartment now, and don’t think chaeyoung hasn’t noticed that. don’t even get me started on the updates jihyo and tzuyu send every week.” she decides to make it very clear to you. “momo talks nonstop about you, and the sex isn’t even a quarter of her rambling.” she rolls her eyes, but her lips stretch into a tender smile.

“oh. i guess i should probably do something about this, huh?” you rub your fingers at your neck as jeongyeon just rolls her eyes again.

“yeah,” she responds. “make it simple and just tell her ‘i love you.’”

you unlock momo’s room when you return from dinner and march up to momo, who’s laying on her bed, listening to music and staring at the ceiling absentmindedly. “i love you,” you say to her, feeling completely breathless. she sits up, looks extremely confused, but smiles blindingly at you. “i’m sorry i didn’t say it sooner.” you pause. “all of our friends seem to be under the impression that you love me back, so…” you trail off shyly.

“well, they’re not wrong,” she laughs out. “i do love you back.” you’re blushing, but momo just reaches towards you, pulls you onto her bed next to her. “no need to be sorry, by the way. i told you i was patient.”

that night, you see stars over and over and over as you and momo make love for hours until you’re both ready to pass out.

when your eyes finally shut, the last thing you register before you drift to sleep is momo whispering against your lips, “i love you.” and you think love might just be your new favorite word in the world.

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[baby-yongbok]

4:26 am

Best friend!Bang Chan × Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: You love your boyfriend Minho, but lately your best friend has been on your mind.

Warnings: Cheating, Chan is a tiny bit manipulative, Car Sex? (That should be all, sorry if I missed anything!)

A/N: This might might, be the last of Chan's birthday posts. I have one more that I prepared awhile ago but I might save it. Who knows lol. I hope that you enjoy! I'm trying to start writing again and it's been hard so I'm sorry if this is a bit rough 😅

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 “Tell me again why we're parked in an abandoned parking lot at 4:26 am.” Chan asks quizzically. I sighed, running my hands over my face. 

“I needed someone to vent to.” My gaze stays fixed on my lap, I don’t know if I can look at him, I don’t know what I’ll do when his eyes meet mine. He’s my best friend and I know I can tell him anything, hell, he picked up the phone in the middle of the night and came running to me. So I know that I can trust him but right now the thought of looking him in the eye with these thoughts running through my head is dizzying.

“Well I'm here, start when you want.” He leans forward, crossing his arms and resting them on top of the steering wheel. I run my hands through my hair as I try to gather my thoughts.

“Okay so, uh, Minho came home early tonight and he surprised me with this really cute home date and ya know… we had sex and it was good, really it was, but I just don’t feel… I haven’t been feeling…” My heart is beating a mile a minute, Chan and I are extremely close and we talk about our sex lives all the time but this time it’s different. 

“Unsatisfied?” Chan asks with an eyebrow raised. I nod my head, thankful that he finished the sentence for me. Talking about Minho behind his back feels so wrong but I suppose it’s not as wrong as what I plan to confess next.

“Yeah, unsatisfied and I've been… thinking of someone else.” I swallow hard as I play with the zipper of my hoodie, desperate to pay attention to anything but the look on Chan’s face. I know him, I know that he’s looking at me with semi wide interested eyes and he’s waiting for me to look back at him but I just can’t. 

“Who do you think about?” If I were in a hospital right now the nurses would go crazy because I am almost certain that my heart stopped, exploded even. I knew that he’d ask me that question but hearing it actually come out of his mouth sets off a whole new type of panic. Should I tell him the truth? I’m in a relationship, a beautiful and loving one at that, I shouldn’t go around confessing these things. But on the other hand, the thought of my fantasy coming true is too inviting to ignore. It’s now or never and I choose now.

“Well, it depends on the day. It could be Hyunjin, Seungmin, but… I mostly think of you. I guess it’s because of our connection or some shit like that, I don't know” My nerves got to me half way through my confession, shit, he must think I’m fucking with him. The silence around us lasted far too long for my liking, causing me to look over at the man in the driver's seat. His eyebrows were slightly raised and there was a red tint to the tips of his ears but other than that he seemed completely cool and collected. 

“Okay, uh, you think about me in what way? Like, do you daydream about me and kind of dissociate from Minho or do you pretend that he's me?” His brows knit together briefly before relaxing again. He shifts in his seat, leaning back completely and bringing his crossed arms to rest over his chest. He’s clearly trying not to show the effect that my confession has on him.

“I imagine that he's you, that his hands are yours and that you’re the one fucking me, it's better when I pretend.” I look back down at my lap as a deep blush creeps onto my cheeks. 

“Do you come faster? More intensely?” My head jolts up quickly and my eye’s find his immediately, the look of disbelief written all over my features makes Chan grin. He chuckles a bit and that's when I realize that he's messing with me. I sigh dramatically, relaxing into my seat before flashing my middle finger in his direction.

“Fuck you, don’t taunt me.” He smiles wider, looking down at his lap.

“I just want to know for my own personal records.” He licks his lips before looking back up at me  “It's fun hearing what I do to you.” 

At this point I’m sure that my brown skin is as red as a rose. Why did he have to look at me like that? Is he trying to ruin me? 

“I called you because I need to vent.” I remind him as I turn to look out of the passenger window, anything to avoid his gaze for a second. 

“Sorry sorry, continue.” I clear my throat and unzip my hoodie just a bit, is it getting hot in here? Why does his car suddenly feel so small?

“He falls asleep after sex all the time, I mean how could I blame him? Three rounds every night for four or five days a week is a lot on top of working and all of the other stuff that he does in a day. But no matter how many times we do it I’m still not satisfied afterwards, I watch porn and use my vibrator on the bathroom floor, every time.”

“Did you do that tonight?” His eyebrows knit together in curiosity, I open my mouth to try to answer him but when I look back in his direction I get distracted by the sight of his strong arms. He leaned back in his seat a bit more than he was a minute ago, his fingers intertwined and tucked behind his head giving me the perfect view of his biceps and everything that matches it. 

“No, I called you instead. I just needed to talk to someone. I feel like I'm going crazy, I keep wanting more and more sex. This can’t be normal.” Chan chuckles lightly and I can’t help but to roll my eyes. Is he even taking this seriously?

“Well either you're a sex addict or you aren't satisfied because you want someone else. In this case that person would be me.” He moves his hands from behind his head and rests them in his lap lazily.

“So, what? I fuck you and it goes away? If anything I'll keep wanting it.” I scoff, shaking my head in an attempt to erase the thoughts.

“You'll never know unless you try.” My eyes meet his quickly, I open my mouth to reply but no words make sense in my head. Is he serious? He’s messing with me… right? 

“I couldn't cheat on… I can't.” 

“Haven't you already though? Thinking of another man inside of you while he is? Imagining that you're with me.. your best friend. If he were thinking of someone else while he fucked you would you call that cheating?”  I turn away from him as if I'm physically trying to run away from his words. This is all too much to handle. The man that I can’t stop thinking about is basically offering himself to me. But I can’t do that to Minho, he’s been nothing but good to me for all of these years, he’s loving and attractive and he shares all of my values… but so does Chan and right now my best friend has one up on my boyfriend when it comes to intimacy. Is this really worth it? Is sex really worth potentially ruining my relationship to start a new one with Chan?

“I'm single, Y/n, if I screw you no one will care. But you, you're in a relationship. If we fuck you'll either feel guilty and confess everything to him or you'll feel so amazing that you'll call me at 4 am every night, The choice is yours.” Silence surrounds us and it almost feels heavy on my skin. What should I do next? I could tell him to take me home or I could get in the backseat and let him fuck me until I’m satisfied. I glance over at Chan to find that he’s already looking at me, his relaxed gaze is raking over my frame slowly but that’s not what did it. It was the way he licked his lips as his eyes met mine, like he could already taste me. Like he already had me. 

“Fuck it.” I blurt out, making up my mind all at once. It’s like every system in my brain shut off at once. I'm not really even thinking anymore, every move is now driven by desire. “Let me see your dick.”

 I maintain eye contact so that he knows that I’m serious. A smirk plays upon his lips and his eyebrows raise instantly.

“That escalated quickly.” He chuckles and I try my best to hide my giddy grin, Am I really doing this? Maybe I can take it back?

“Show me.” Chan takes a deep breath, hooking his thumbs into the waistline of his sweats before giving me a glance. I can tell what he’s trying to say with his eyes, he’s asking me if I’m sure about this and to be honest that answer is no, I’m anything but sure. All I know is that part of me is desperate to see if he really has this effect on me or if it’s all in my head. I nod to him and without another word he lowers the hem of his gray sweatpants and his cock springs up, resting against his clothed stomach.

Fuck what I said before, I don’t want to take it back. The mere sight of his dick, makes my mouth water. It takes every ounce of control that I have in my body not to lean forward and take him in my mouth. I want to taste him, to feel him, to use him.

“No underwear?” I tease with a smile and he shrugs.

“You said it was an emergency, I rushed over to you. Threw on the first thing I could find.”

“Mm maybe that's a sign.” He furrows his brows slightly as he watches me with curious eyes. I unzipped my hoodie completely, revealing the lingerie that I had put on for Minho tonight and never changed out of. 

“Fuck.” Chan says in a breathy sigh, bringing his hand up to his cock.

“Is it still cheating if I don't touch you?” I slip off my silk sleep shorts and turn my body towards Chan so that my back is against the passenger door. I open my legs to give him a full view of my cunt, reaching down to spread my arousal over my folds. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, babygirl” His tone is a bit deeper than before, the soft and playful tone replaced with a deep and husky one. He holds his hand out towards me and I nearly moan at the words that follow.

“Get it wet for me?” A low hum vibrates from my throat as I lean forward, pursing my lips and spitting into his palm. He coos at me, a quiet ‘good girl’ leaving his lips as he watches me. His eyes don’t leave mine as he takes his hand back and spreads my spit over his leaking tip mixing my saliva with his pre-cum. Slowly, his eyes trail down my body until they fix on my dripping pussy. He slowly starts to stroke himself, exhaling heavily when he rubs over his tip.

“Play with yourself for me, yeah?” At this point the only thing going through my head is Chan. He’s all I can remember, all that I want, all that I need. I feel drunk off of the sight of him sitting across from me, cheeks flushed and his long fingers wrapped around his hard cock. How could I possibly want to do anything but please this man?

I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly through parted lips, my eyes stay trained on him as I slowly trail my hand from my neck to my stomach. I watch his expression as he grows a bit impatient from my teasing, his dark gaze warning me to give him what he asked for. 

“Does it look like I want you to tease me, baby?” The tone of his voice sends chills down my spine, his words are breathy and challenging and it makes me hungry for more. What would he do to me if I kept teasing? How would he punish me? 

“Why would I give you what you want right away?” I run my fingers along my inner thighs, smiling at him as his gaze drops from my eyes to my core, watching my hand carefully. “That would be boring.”

“Touch yourself or I'll do it for you.” A shiver runs down my spine as I imagine him getting impatient with me and taking control, using his long fingers to fuck me. Why do I feel drunk off of that thought? It hasn’t even happened and yet I feel like I’m on cloud 9. 

“Fuck.” I hiss as I run my fingers between my folds brushing against my clit and circling it. Chan strokes himself a bit faster as he watches me, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. 

“Put a finger inside.” He looks up from my cunt and my eyes follow his meeting for a second. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for something, anything, him. “Pretend that it’s me” 

He nearly sounds like he’s pleading me to do it, like he’s desperate to see how I fuck myself. Desperate to see what the thought of him does to me. I nod, slowly obeying his command and slipping my middle finger deep into my cunt.

“Oh fuck.” My back arches up off of the passenger door once I start fucking myself, increasing the pace gradually as I start to become desperate for more. I pressed the palm of my hand against my clit, trying to add as much stimulation as possible. He watches in awe as my hips buck into my hand a bit. 

“Add another.” I quickly obey his command, adding my ring finger inside, eliciting a groan of pleasure to fall from my parted lips. I try my best to keep my eyes open, I want to watch him, I need to watch him. His strokes are much faster now, small grunts and sighs leaving his parted lips, his head thrown back in ecstasy. I take in the way that his jaw clenched as he builds himself closer to the edge, his right leg slightly bouncing, it's a masterpiece that I wish I could become a part of. 

“Chan.” His name passes my lips in a breathy moan and he looks over at me as he strokes the head of his dick, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the sensation. “I need you so badly.” 

“Your choice.” He groans out as he throws his head back again squeezing his eyes shut. “ Better make up your mind, I’m so close, babygirl.” 

I sigh heavily as I try my best to fight the urge to climb over and ride him until I pass out. I focus on my own pleasure again, Imagining that it’s Chan rubbing tight circles on my clit while his long fingers reach spots that I didn’t even know existed. I imagine that it’s him bringing me closer and closer to the edge, I wish it was him. The wet sounds of Chan stroking his cock mix with my moans as we both draw closer to the edge. I watch his hand as he pleasures himself, I wonder if he’s imagining that, that’s me. I wonder if he feels that same way. Does he touch himself to the thought of me at night? Thinking of all of the times that we were play fighting and his fingers grazed my bare skin, all of the tight hugs that we shared, my chest pressed up against him. Does he think about me?

“Shit, oh my god” I squeeze my eyes shut and arch my back at the thought of him wanting me just as much as I want him, maybe even more.

“Fucking cum for me, babygirl.”  Chan groans “I'm so fucking close for you.”

Those words alone throw me over the edge, one of my fantasies is coming true right in front of my eyes.

“Oh my- I'm gonna..” Before I could get another word out my orgasm rushed over me, breathtaking and mind fogging.  I clamped my legs shut and arched my back off of the car door. My moans filled the space around us but I couldn’t hear them, the pleasure was deafening. 

“Fuck, Y/n.” My name fell off of his tongue in a sweet moan and my pussy clenched at the sound of it, sending another wave of euphoria through me. “Oh shit, I'm cumming.” 

He squeezes his eyes shut, his strokes becoming shorter but still just as fast. A rush of adrenaline hit me and suddenly my vision changed. I felt like a rabid animal who was desperate for food. Suddenly, I forgot about everything that was looming over my head. All of my thoughts about Minho and saving our relationship were gone. All that I could think of was pleasure and I was absolutely driven by it, so much so that after the first stream of cum came leaking from Chan’s tip I leaned forward, getting on my knees in the passenger seat and running my tongue up his length. He moved his hand quickly, clearly surprised by my sudden confidence. I licked up to the head of his cock and then took the rest of his length down my throat. His seed spilled into my mouth in warm and delicious spurts, painting my throat with his sticky arousal. Every bit of him tasted like heaven and in this moment I swear that I would do anything that anybody asks as long as I get to stay here. As long as I get to feel him. 

“Y/n” His hand lightly lays on the back of my head, stroking my hair slightly. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I bob my head a couple of times, milking his arousal from him until I’m sure that I’ve got every last drop. Once he’s come down from his high I sit up, releasing his cock from my mouth with a faint ‘pop’ and licking my lips. I sit back into my seat, settling in a bit while we watch each other. Chan’s chest is rising and falling heavily and there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, once he seem to have composed himself a little the tiniest chuckle falls from his lips as he begins to tuck himself back into his sweatpants

“Do you think that fulfilled your lust for me?” 

“Not even close.”

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[acciopietro]

Ok so I just read your “Bad Idea” smut and it was amazing! Can you do one where the roles are reversed? Like y/n has the sex pollen infect her?

combining with request #2: Hey 🧍🏻‍♀️ this is my first time ever requesting smut so- I feel super awkward 😅, I was wondering if you could write Pietro maximoff eating (fem?) reader out on a couch (or gn reader, anything you want :)

a week’s isolation - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader

summary: the strange plant thor brought to earth from asgard is housed in the lab on the upmost floor of the compound, it’s pollen safely contained; your room, however, is right below it. too bad they forgot to seal the vents.

word count: 3,878

tw: smut smut smut. oral (f receiving). apologizing in advance. both parties are 18+ and consenting adults!!!!

a/n: takes place in between the age of ultron/civil war era. pietro and wanda are adults but still young! i haven’t written smut in such a long time so forgive me for the long time it took to get this posted. i get embarrassed when writing shit like this so it takes me twice as long since after every word i have to close my computer and take a lap around my room. hope u enjoy :)

“DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?” FINISHED BANNER as he stood before the team, his face flushed and his eyes wide. Pietro had been half-listening for the first portion of the man’s speech, but at the sound of the words “highly dangerous” and “do not go near it”, his interest had been inevitably piqued.

Pietro fiddled with the string bracelet on his wrist, eyes drifting across the long, meeting table. You were sat next to the head of the table, hair daintily curved along the edges of your face, hands folded on the edge of the table, lips pressed together in thought. He blinked before he could get too lost in you; it had happened before and he didn’t feel like getting caught staring again.

A chorus of yes’s and head nods washed over the team, followed by a short moment of awkward silence as they individually considered the strangeness of the situation that was now in their midst. Pietro sent a tired glance to Wanda, who rolled her eyes and mouthed Pay attention!

“I need you all to seriously recognize the dangers this plant might cause,” Banner went on after the group gave their half-assed acknowledgements of their understanding. “Thor brought this here on accident, and it is only he and other Asgardians that are immune to it. We’re only trying to find a proper, safe way of disposing it, maybe even using a way to harness it’s pollen without... well, killing ourselves.”

“Why can’t Thor just bring it back up to Asgard?” Barton asked, scratching his chin. Shifting in his chair, he said, “I feel like that should be discussed.”

“The issue with that, Barton, is that it’s pollen has already begun to cling onto other things. Our plants, here on Earth, need some kind of vector to move their pollen from place to place, like insects or wind. On Asgard, or at least with this plant, it’s very different,” Banner explained. “The pollen acts almost like a virus, one that clings onto surfaces and grows. We don’t know how to kill this virus, so it’s harder to manage than normal pollen.”

Pietro watched you raise your hand; always so quiet, so polite, you were. It was endearing, he thought, watching you always behave so accordingly. The only time he ever saw you lose yourself was in the heat of a fight, when fists would fly and guns were drawn. It was a treat to see you in such a state, a rarity.

“Y/N? You have a question?”

“The pollen isn’t spreading into the compound, is it?” you asked carefully, something in your voice telling Pietro you were nervous. “Should I be worried?”

“No, we’ve done our very best to contain it,” Banner reassured you; Pietro watched your shoulders deflate. “As long as you all stay away from the lab, you’ll be just fine. And anyone who enters the lab will need to wear facial coverings. I’d even go as far as to say we should invest in more hazmat suits.”

“It’s not that extreme, is it?” Steve Rogers asked in disbelief. “I mean, hazmat suits? C’mon, Banner, what’s the big fuss?”

“The big fuss?” Banner gave a dry scoff. “The big fuss, Cap, is that if you’re exposed to the pollen, it’ll make your mind go into such a sex-driven frenzy that you’ll lose touch with goddamn reality! Do you want that? Because I seriously doubt you want that!”

A wave of silence washed over the room. Steve pressed his lips in a thin line, his nose dusted pink, and said nothing in response, only slowly shaking his head.

“We get it,” Natasha Romanoff spoke up after everyone spent a moment of clearing their throats and adjusting their chairs. “Stay away from big, scary plant.”

Bruce opened his mouth to keep going, but Tony Stark placed a hand on his shoulder.

“They get it,” Stark said. “We’ll change the password to the lab, anyways. J.A.R.V.I.S. will make sure no one goes in.”

All the members fizzled off, going their separate ways. Banner, Stark, and Thor ventured up towards the lab, the latter the only one not donned in a white hazmat suit. Wanda scooted her chair closer to yours, nudging your shoulder.

“Interesting, huh?” she commented. “Wonder what they do with them in Asgard.”

“S’probably like a drug,” Pietro chimed in, dragging his chair towards the two girls’ and sitting backwards on it, legs spread, hands dangling on the back of the chair. You crossed your legs, one folded gingerly over the other, the glossy black toe of your Mary Janes brushing his knee. “No doubt they get a shit ton of that pollen stuff and sell it.”

“I thought Asgardians were immune to it?” you said. Pietro paused.

“Well, maybe if they take a lot of it, it’s like that weird stuff you Americans have. Viagra. Helps it stay up, you know,” Pietro joked, to which Wanda whacked him on the shoulder. “What? Just a hypothesis.”

“Don’t be so crude,” Wanda chastised him. You giggled, the apples of your cheeks rose dusted. Pietro’s lips curled up at your reaction; you glanced over at him, matching his smile, before glancing back down at your lap. “Let’s just stay away from the lab for next few weeks or so. Play it safe.”

“I wanna see it,” Pietro ran a hand through the icy blonde tips of his hair. Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m curious now, y’know? I mean, what’s a sex plant supposed to even look like?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, Pietro,” you told him carefully, the sound of his name rolling so easily off your tongue that he almost felt goosebumps trail up his forearms. He smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“But satisfaction brought it back,” he finished the quote for you, raising an eyebrow. Your lips twitched, shaking your head a bit and looking away from him. Wanda rolled her eyes, patting you twice on the knee before standing up, strawberry-blonde hair tucked behind her ears.

“I’m going to find Vis,” she announced, the leather of her red jacket swishing against her waist. “I’m tired of this plant talk.”

“Your loss,” Pietro called after her as she walked off. She turned around and stuck her tongue out childishly before lifting a single hand; with a swirl of red light, the door slammed shut behind her. Glancing back at you, Pietro grinned. “You can’t tell me you’re not just the tiniest bit curious.”

“Of course I’m curious,” you told him, leaning forward a bit in excitement as you shifted around; the scoop neck of your black tee sat low on your chest as you moved, and he fought to keep his sights on your eyes. “But, it’s not worth the risk. Not in my opinion, at least.”

“Yeah, well,” Pietro shrugged. “Maybe I’ll grab ahold of one of those hazmat suits and head in there myself. Just to take a look.”

You sent him a look and sighed, “Just don’t be stupid.”

Pietro gave a toothy grin. “Oh, Y/N. When have I ever been stupid?”

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THE NEXT MORNING, PIETRO WAS bewildered to see you absent from the kitchen. Typically, you’d wake up way before he did, and he’d find you sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea or coffee and a book, silently reading. Vision sometimes would join you, or on certain days when Peter Parker would come round, Pietro would find you chatting away with him at the table. This specific morning, however, you were not there. Vision was sitting on his own, a copy of Henry David Thoreau’s Walden in front of him; a cold cup of coffee was sat in front of the empty chair.

“Buna dimineata,” Vision greeted in Sokovian, not looking up from his book. Pietro rubbed the sleep from his pale eyes and glanced at Y/N’s empty chair. “I presume you are curious as to where Y/N is.”

“Where is she?” Pietro asked, retying the white strings of his plaid blue and silver pajama pants. Vision glanced up at the cold cup of coffee, staring at it until it lifted into the air and carried itself towards the sink, dumping itself out and sitting on the chrome interior of the sink.

“I poured that for her, but she had yet to arrive,” Vision explained. Pietro furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest where the white tank top he wore to sleep was wrinkled up. “I sought for Captain Rogers and he revealed to me that she’s been quarantined to her room.”

“Quarantined?” Pietro repeated, the word sounding uncomfortable on his tongue. He cursed under his breath before tentatively asking, “What for?”

Vision closed Walden and set it down on the table, letting out a simple breath and shifting his eyes to meet Pietro’s.

“It seems that the laboratory and Y/N’s room share an air vent,” he said. Pietro said nothing, not following. Vision stood up, tucking the chair back under the table and holding Walden with one hand. “They sealed off that mysterious plant, however they seem to have forgotten the air vent underneath the desk it’s planted on. That air vent just so happened to empty into Y/N’s room.”

“The pollen,” Pietro pinched the bridge of his nose. “O, la naiba...”

“So it’s just wise, according to Banner, that she is confined to her room,” Vision gave Pietro look, bowing his head forward as though he knew something he wasn’t supposed to. “Which means you must leave her alone until she has recovered.”

Pietro let out a sigh before moving his eyes away from version, clenching his jaw and thinking; maybe there was a way he could get into your room without getting infected by the pollen himself, even if it was just to talk with you. The idea of you being all cooped up there by yourself made his heart clench, but he also couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the effects the pollen was having on you. 

“Pietro,” Vision said, and Pietro met his eyes. “Do not try and see her. We don’t know how much pollen is still in that room.”

Pietro rolled his eyes and left the room, not letting Vision interrupt his brainstorming. Banner had been extreme in his warnings about the effects, but how sexually-frustrated could the damn thing make a person? Besides, you were tough. He was sure it wasn’t too bad.

And it wasn’t. But after a week, he started getting anxious. Your room was entirely off limits, the only people going in out being Banner, to asses the situation, and Steve Rogers, to talk to you. You had always been close with Rogers, however, Pietro wished Banner could lend him one of those masks so he could see you. 

One evening, Pietro couldn’t sleep. The more he laid in bed, pale eyes staring blankly at the white ceiling, the more he thought about you, cooped up in your room and probably in an unimaginable amount of pain. It had been a week and change already, and this isolation was sure to be driving you mad. He swung his legs around so he was now sitting on the edge of his bed, and he paused. 

Maybe this is a bad idea, he thought to himself as his legs carried him towards his door, Like, a really bad idea. He hand was still clasping over the doorknob and twisting, despite that little voice in the back of his head asking if this idea of his could potentially end badly.... or, he could end up helping you out. He couldn’t imagine being isolated for so long.

By the time he reached the outside of your bedroom, he paused, his knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitating to knock. He could hear you from outside, moaning and groaning in pain. His heart ached and he knocked.

The moaning stopped and Pietro gulped. “Hey, dragă...”

“Pietro?” you asked from inside. “You shouldn’t...” you paused, and he heard the sound of your bedsheets rustling. “You shouldn’t be near here...”

“I know,” he said. “But I wanted to see you.”

“Banner says it might be contagious,” you replied sadly. He could hear you frown. “I don’t want you to catch it.”

“It’s been over a week,” Pietro rolled his eyes. “I doubt it’s still airborne. Most viruses don’t last in the air for that long.”

“I guess,” you fell silent. More rustling. Pietro sighed and put his hand over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, he twisting and opened it.

You were a sight to see, that’s for sure. Half your body was covered by the white comforter, and the parts of you that weren’t were clad in a small tank top and small pajama shorts. The ceiling fan was on top speed, and there were two other fans propped up in the room, each pointing towards the bed. 

Your face was a bright red, same with your chest, and your hair was pulled back into a low ponytail to keep it out of your face. But your eyes, that had previously been half-lidded, widened considerably when you saw Pietro open the door before you threw the entire blanket over yourself.

“You can’t be in here!” you shrilled. “You’ll catch it!”

You felt a hand grasp onto the blanket, slowly pulling it down and off of you. Pietro, his hair tousled by his hand and his lips curved into a gentle smile, let out a small laugh.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m, like, superhuman. I think I’ll be okay. Let’s go get some water.”

You hesitated, letting him slide the blanket off you. You clenched your jaw, cheeks flushing scarlet as your eyes raked him up and down; he was clad in a thin white tank top that was maybe a size too small, and white-and-blue pajama pants that hung low on his waist. Taking a deep breath, you swung your legs over the bed and got to your feet.

You walked behind him, scared to get too close. Pietro could see your hesitation to the leave the room, as well as your hesitation to touch anything. 

“C’mon, dragă,” Pietro laughed at you. “It’s okay. I feel fine. You’re not going to get me sick.”

“We don’t know that,” you took another heavy breath, keeping your eyes off of him. The flushing of your face made it hard to breathe and the twisting in your lower abdomen was making your head whirl. The muscles of his back flexing every five seconds as he reached up in the cabinets for a cup was not helping. You gulped. “I need to sit down...”

“All right,” Pietro glanced back at you, holding the two cups of ice water. “You okay?”

“None of the medicines work,” you mumbled, hesitantly taking the from him. He sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, staring at you. You felt your neck get hotter and glancing down at your lap. “I just gets worse.”

“What does?” Pietro asked curiously. “What’s the issue? Nauseous? Headache?”

“Erm,” you took a shaky breath and squeezed your legs together. “Hard to explain. The plant, the one from Asgard that did this... it’s... it’s kind of odd...”

Pietro raised a brow. You had a death grip on both your cup and the couch cushion. Face beet red, you took a sip from your trembling hand, avoiding his inquisitive stare.

“How so?” Pietro asked.

“I don’t really know,” you mumbled. “Banner said it’s got these, like... coitus pheromones? I don’t really know what that word means, but he refuses to elaborate.”

It was Pietro’s turn to feel his cheeks grow hot. The word was the same in Sokovian, and he knew it was a fancy term for sex, but he was shocked that you didn’t know. You were supposed to be the smart one.

“Y/N... you don’t remember what it means?” he asked carefully. You shook your head.

“Do you?” you asked, finally meeting his eyes for the first time in a few minutes. Pietro bit the inside of his cheek. No wonder you were gripping the couch like a lifeline. This whole time, he had assumed you were moaning and groaning because of pain. His chest felt hot. “What’s it mean?”

“It means sex, Y/N,” he told you slowly. “If Banner says it’s got “coitus pheromones”, that means it’s like... it really is like alien viagra. Like I had joked about before…”

He saw your eyes grow wide, your chest beginning to rise and fall with greater speed. You averted your eyes away from him in almost an instant, pressing your lips together in a thin line and shrinking back as though to pretend he were not there.

“Great,” you mumbled. Pietro shrugged.

“S’not like you didn’t know what it did,” he said honestly. “You’ve been feeling like this for more than a week, you’ve had to have some idea. Probably driving you up a wall, huh?”

You gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”

Pietro stared at you, watching the rise and fall of your chest. “I could help you. If you wanted me to.”

You gave him a very odd look, brows furrowing just a bit. The air felt warmer, as though someone had turned off the A/C. “What?”

“You heard me,” Pietro muttered, and now it was his turn to shrink back, his back hunching. “Only if you want...”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled. Pietro pursed his lips. 

“You’re not,” Pietro said simply. “I’m asking you if you want me to help you.”

“I...” you bit the inside of your cheek, and he watched you take a deep, steady breath. “Of course I want you to.”

“Well...” Pietro trailed off, staring at you, awaiting your word. His knees were practically touching yours, the head radiating off of him making you grip the couch tighter.

“Well, what?” you asked. His hand left where it had previously rested on his lap and latched onto your knee, sliding upwards at a snail’s pace.

“Can I?” he asked softly. “Help you?”

You glanced down at where his hand rested on your thigh. Back up at his eyes. Jesus christ.

“Yes.”

You could’ve sworn you saw his lips twitch upwards, a half-smirk half-smile fighting to curl onto his face. You didn’t bother dwelling on it, though, considering you were too focused on the fact that his other hand was on your other thigh, his hands sliding up and down your leg leisurely before coming back down onto your knees.

He pushed your knees apart, his calloused fingers digging into your bare skin, pale blue eyes never leaving yours. You took another shaky breath, swallowing anxiously. He lowered himself off of the coffee table he had been sitting on, kneeling in between your knees. His fingers crawled up to the fabric of your pajama shorts, tugging on the hem.

“Y’know these gotta go, right?” he asked rhetorically. 

“Mmhm,” you gulped and did nothing for a second, but as he continued to tug on them, you took the top elastic and pulled it down until it reached his hands. He did the rest of the work, discarding them beside where he knelt.

Your underwear was a light blue, which just so happened to be Pietro’s favorite color (this was a coincidence, you swear). He hummed in approval and spread your knees apart wider. His eyes darted down, spotting the darkened patch of fabric right over her sex. He gave a smirk and snapped his eyes back up to yours again.

Saying nothing, he brought his hand closer to you, running his index finger up and down the darkened fabric. You shuddered. He was barely putting pressure on you, but it seemed the pollen was making even the slightest touch feel a million times more intense than it was.

“These also have to go. As much as I like ‘em,” he said, tugging on the azure fabric of your panties. You felt yourself smile a bit. 

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes, but grabbed the hem and pulled down down. Pietro grabbed them off of your ankles, and lifted them up in front of his eyes.

“Can I keep these?” he asked. You kicked him with your foot.

“Creep,” you said. He chuckled and put them on top fo your discarded pajama shorts. “Can you please just...”

“Just do what?”

You huffed and mumbled something unintelligible. He pressed his thumb to your clit rather harshly, moving in small, quick circles.

“What was that?” He asked as you gasped, hands grappling at the edge of the sofa. “What do you want?”

“Everything,” you breathed, your stomach fluttering. Pietro hummed.

“Well, I don’t have time to give you everything, but I can give you a... what do you call it? A taste?"

And then, before she could say anything more, he dove forward and pressed a kiss to your clit, eliciting another gasp from you. He skillfully traced his tongue up and down the length of your slit before returning to your clit, where he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked. You slithered a hand down to tangle in his hair, grasping at the white-blonde locks.

“Christ, Piet,” you breathed. You felt him smile before he lifted his mouth up for a second, licking his lips. Locking eyes with you, he brought himself back down to trace circles around your entrance with his tongue. Without a second to waste, he brought his hand up and plunged his index finger inside, pulling it out to only shove it back in over and over again.

Your head fell back onto the cushion of the couch, back arching, one hand grappling at the back of its foundations while the other grasped onto Pietro’s hair. Pietro’s eyes flickered back and forth between your half-lidded eyes and the finger that was moving in and out of you, and with a rush of adrenaline, he shoved his middle finger inside, too.

Curling his fingers, he brought his mouth to your clit. “Close, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” was all you could find words for, the combination between his fingers and his mouth making your vision go blurry and your mind go blank. “Uh-huh.”

“C’mon, dragă,” he coaxed, his words slightly muffled by his lips being pressed to your clit. “Give it to me.”

Back arching, the coil inside of your lower abdomen finally began to unravel at high speed, body spasming over his long fingers as pretty moans slipped from between your lips. Pietro was grinning as he sucked at your cunt, feeling your velvet walls tighten around his fingers as you orgasmed.

When the noises from you ceased, and your breathing began to slow, he pulled his fingers out and sat upright. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and just as they locked, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. You shivered.

“Feel better?” he asked casually. You paused.

“Yeah,” you said in shock. “I actually do.”

“Told you,” he smirked. You smiled at him.

“Thanks.”

“Of course,” he replied, getting off his knees and sitting beside you, handing you your underwear and shorts. “Would’ve done it even without the pollen, y’know.”

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow. He gave a firm nod. “I’ll have to take you up on that, then.”

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translation:

“Buna dimineata.” - Good morning

“O, la naiba.” - Oh, damn it.

“Dragă.” - Darling, Sweetheart, Love

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a/n: this is painfully unedited im sorry. 

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[2309analysis]

Luffy smut — My Sweet Cherry ⟢

This was very indulgent. I was extremely horny, and I wanted to see a very specific submissive Luffy. So, I just decided to make it myself. (It’s hard to find sub!Luffy) I’m very satisfied with how this has turned out. I think it’s one of the best, if not the best things I’ve written.

Word count: 3351. Pages: 6. TWs: Pegging (possibly thinking about getting rid of it), overstimulation, shaking orgasm, chokehold, restraints, cussing, begging, blow job (head), fingering, male receiving, mentions of edging, edging.

Sweating, aching dick, constant denial. He was on the verge of begging and losing his sanity for you. Tied up, on your lap, close to your face. Both noses practically grazing each other. Heavy breathes. Squirming with anticipation. A firm hand holding his neck on the side. Caressing his firm skin.

“You’re such a good boy. You’re so pretty like this. Strapped up against the bed frame, edged against your will. Ooh, baby, you’re wonderful. You’re all mine. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. You’re way too precious for anyone else’s eyes.” You don’t exactly praise, nor egg on, but it gets him panting. He’s shaking just by your words, weak, and delicate, sensitive as hell.

Naked for only your view. Hickey’s all over. Drool running from his mouth on all ends. “P-please, mommy, just relieve me. I-I can’t focus like this. You’re too much — uhghhh! M-mommy…” You softly touch his nipples, and sucking on the other one. Taking him by surprise, sending chills down his spin. He shivers through the coldness and warmth of your mouth.

Twitches. Slight twitches from his legs kneeled on your lap. Your free hand over his mouth, preventing him from turning into a moaning mess. You’ve edged him all week. Pinning him to a wall and giving him a quickie before his high. Then suddenly return to your other duties. Almost trembling, he blushes fiercely and shakily walks off.

“Oh, my baby… are you having a rough time? You’re too adorable to just please immediately. I want to help, but first, I want to experiment. Break you. Weaken your senses. Make you dizzy. Fill you up with so much pleasure you will go drunk just from touch. I’m obsessed with you. You’re all I need. You’re my sanity.” Softly massaging his back. With cold hands, he squirms some more. Blushing like hell, and embarrassed, he closes his eyes to avoid eye-contact.

“N-nghhh… please, please, please, please, please just fuck me already!” He squirms under your touch. You smile even wider. “Be patient, my cherry.” You whisper to his ears. Softly licking them. He feverishly whines and whimpers. “Ugh… how long do I need to wait? I’ve been a good boy, haven’t I?” You seductively hold up his chin and force him to watch you smirk and sexily stare him down.

“Yes, my baby boy. You have. Although, teasing you is so much funnier than just hitting it off. Wouldn’t you agree? I love you so much. I’d do anything for you, but to edge you on, oh, baby, that’s my favorite part.” He wraps his legs around your waist. Giving in. Yearning for at least a kiss. “Can I at least get a kiss to ease my pain? Please, mommy, I want you so bad…” You kiss his neck, and cheeks. “Mmmmh, maybe, but I want to search your body s’more.”

As you kiss his delicate, and desperate body, he starts to gulp and sweat more. “Oh, god. You’re so good… it’s almost not fair. You take it so well. You make me go feral, y’know that?” He pants while your voice memorizes his ears. He’ll worship it. Your voice is like heaven to his ears. Can’t live one day without it. As he bites his lips from your touch. He tightens his grip around your waist with his legs, shaking.

Hitching under his breaths, face heated up, “M-m-mommy… please… just, uuuhhh.” Barely slurring out his sentence, panting like a dog, sweating bullets, shaking violently from every touch. Emotions swelling and tying knots in his stomach, embarrassed but loves this side. He loves you dominating him. He loves the way you make him weak, the way you ferally devour anything and everything out of him. He can’t live without you. He’s too developed around your façade, touch, demeanor. He desires you like no other, nothing could or can compare to you. You please him through the heavens.

His dependency on you is like life-support. You softly smooch his lips. “I love you. That will never change. You’re too good to leave. I can’t live without you, I need you, I need you. Ooh, you don’t understand.” You worship his grace. His heart jumps out of his chest, panting, just barely holding on the threads of sanity. He adores you so fucking much. “I-I do too, mommy. I understand well, too. I know much more than you anticipated… but… I need you more. I crave for you. You’re my only solution, the reason I can be pleased. You’re perfect.”

His intensity on you gives you chills. Lust swirling in each other’s eyes. Precum sits bedazzling on his dick. His bulging is just enough to soak you up. “Mmmmmh, am I ready? Mommy? Will you please fuck me now? I’m dying here. I need you. Please, please, please.” You chuckle from his constant begging. “Oh, I’m having too much fun to just stop. I’m going to rile you up to the point when I finally relieve you, you’re cumming by the first touch.” You kiss his neck some more, and softly trail some drool to decorate his neck.

“M-ngh…” his hands grip hard on the rails of the bed frame. He wants you so bad, he needs you so badly. He doesn’t know how much longer he can last before going into a fully moaning and begging to be fucked mess. “Pleeaase!! Ju-jus… haaaaah,” groaning from a few soft and light touches. You’re trailing your nail over his tip, teasing him to the point he’ll break. Growing teary from all the teasing, squirming intensely, sweating to the point where you can smell his bodily fluids.

“Baby, do you know how cute you are? Sometimes I wonder if I’m the one who’s really going insane right now. I wish you could be like this all day, every day, but you’re too good for that. You’re way too amazing for anyone else to be able to see you like this. My cherry.” His eyes spells out things his trembling mouth couldn’t admit. He yearns for a kiss. The kiss full of lust and desire from you both. He’s earned it. He’s been such a good boy for you. Oh, how wonderful and sweet he is. Almost hurts.

“Baby, do you want that kiss? I think you’ve been patient enough.” You chuckle, practically touching his lips with yours. Closing the space between you two, he inches closer. You back away a little, “Awh, don’t rush things. It’s not fun when you get whatever you want without any fight. I want to drain your fight, drain the sanity left. I want your mind and brain to only circulate around the arousal of my pleasure. You’re so radiant. I can’t stand not teasing you, you’re so pretty… oh, you’re too enchanting for my brain. You make me go crazy, to touch you like this, to even see you like this, to be the reason you’re like this. Do you realize how much that arousals me?! How much it turns me on? You’re so damn luxurious, it’s too good. Way too good. You can’t leave without atoning for the vile crime you’ve committed. You made me obsessed.”

You caress his hair. Trailing your fingers along his face, his skin tensing after each agonizingly slow embrace of your finger. You slowly feel his lips, deeply staring into his eyes, his low and unsteady breathing fills the air. The silence. It’s too much for you two. You’re wanting to take him whole, but know it’s better to take bites. “You’re my salvation.” After mindlessly whispering it into his ear, you roughly kiss him. Leaving him no time to react, choking on his breathe, eyes widening. “M-mhmhm…” His chest tightens up, arching his back, deeply engraving to your kiss. He can barely keep up with your pace. Your right arm cradled around his neck, intensely looking deeply into your lover’s eyes.

He’s feral at this point. Dripping from arousal, intoxicated by your touch, your voice, how you make his heart race. Tongues intertwined with each other’s drool. Hard panting’s from both of you, on the verge of losing your breath. Both of your mind’s on the tip of losing it all for each other. You softly depart from the kiss. “Let me feel you,” like animal instinct, he sits prettily, mouth open, letting you dig your fingers inside. Circling his tongue with your index finger, softly kissing his mouth with the taste. You toy around with his drool on your fingers, tangling it inside your tongue, you rub his lips with his drool. Swiftly kissing his sweet nectar.

“You taste is so elegantly sweet. I can’t have enough, I need to seep through everything. You’re so possessively sexy. You have me under shackles. I can’t stand to not look at you. You’re too glamorous. Glorious, even. My dear, sweet, Cher’.” You passionately dive through his shoulders, caressing them with your kisses. He softly gasps, you can feel his trembling arms. His mind seeps farther and farther from sanity. Head pricked up, back arched, arching legs, sore arms & hands.

He was on the brink of moaning your name, gushing out his groans, he needed you more than anything. “Y-Y/N… please… I beg of you, just touch me! Fuck me, fuck me until morning. I don’t care anymore. I need it, I need you.” His achingly whiny voice seduces the drums of your heart. His head bobs up from the bliss of pleasure as you lick his scared chest. “Haaah… mommy…” you perk up, enchanted by his pureness. “You’re the best… so pretty.” His shaky head angled down back at your body on top of his. Lustful eyes connect with yours.

You lean into his face. You decided to kiss his forehead, his cheeks, and softly kiss his lips. He was motionless to all of this. Covered by exhaustion, panting, and sweating like he’s been in lava. “I don’t c-care anymore… please… just take me a-already.” You smirk slyly, “in time, darling. You’re being so good. If you can feel how enchanting you are to me. You have me bound by bliss and desire.”

His shaky legs were screaming silently for your touch. He was so ready for you. He desired you, yearned for you, enchanted by you. You brought your right hand down to his thigh, slowly massaging it, inching closer and closer to his dick. “I think you’ve earned some pleasure, wouldn’t you say?” He pants. Teary-eyed, “m-mom— uuuuhhhhhggggg…” you softly brought your hand to his dick. Slowly, and agonizingly caressing it.

“You’ve been such a good boy. You’re so dazzling, tied up, helpless, gorgeously vulnerable. Oh, it just gets me soaking without even trying. You’re too enchanting. Watching you pant like this, effortlessly look so prettily and captivating. It gets more going, cherry.” You dazzle your way up to his head while still deeply staring into his eyes. He squeezes his eyes shut after he feels your sensation on the tip.

Swirling your index finger lightly around his dick, he pants even harder. More drool dropping off the edges of his mouth. Perked up lips forbidding to moan anymore. He was quite embarrassed, even more so than if he would lose a fight. Embarrassed about how all easy this was. Exhaustingly trying to feel everything you’re doing. “M-mommy… haaah, please, please, please, please, please, just fuck me already!! I’m too tired of waiting. I need you. I’m begging. I surrender! What else is there for me to do?”

He dizzily demands. Tired, panting, sweating like an animal, feral enough to moan out in pleasure just from mere sight. The sight of your lover being this needy and eager to have you fuck him was so captivating. Like a moth luring into an open flame. Yet, for the moment all you do is smirk and softly dangle your fingers around his precum. Making him softly mewl in response. His eyes hazily peering onto your figure. He has his legs laying down, making it easier for you to play with him. He opens up his neck some more causing you to lick your lower lip narrowing your stare.

You kiss his chest leading it up to his beautiful and bare neck. You run your nuzzled nose around his neck’s edge. Caressing his beauty with your nose, absorbing his undeniable scented body. You kiss his cheeks and run your free hand through his hair. Feeling his lips, he softly gapes his mouth open for your entry. “For a second there, I thought you were going for my neck. Heh, way to fool me.” You chuckle as you softly kiss his lips. Yet, he’s left breathless, fully aware of the effects you have on him.

It will never matter how prepared he’ll be. You’ll always captivate him and leave him huffing for more. Earning an extra satisfaction out of you. You knew that he practically needed you at this point, but always was so embarrassed for it. It always aroused you. His effortless way to captivate you had you outmatched from the very beginning. What can you do without him? Absolutely nothing. At least, it’s what you convince yourself. You’re in such awe with his beauty you can’t even imagine a life without him in it.

I’ll make build-up after I finish the fic, and post that alongside pinning the posts all together.

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[son-of-a-ghost]

Care (Jeff the Killer x reader smut)

A/N Yeah, I haven’t written shit to post since early high school and I just graduated college.  This doesn’t make sense, but I had a good time writing it, so I’m sharing it with the void that is Tumblr.  Maybe someone will like it, idk.  

I am also aware that this is bad.  Shush.

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“Jeff, please!”

You called out, begging for him to slow down, but the killer didn’t slow down.  He kept up his brutal pace, pounding into your pussy with a vigor he usually reserved for murder.  Groans and growls escaped his lips, emanating from his chest.  

“Huh-huh too much!” you whined out again, and this time he snapped up his head to look into your eyes.  Piercing blue eyes clouded with lust stared deep into your soul, wild and out-of-touch with reality.  

Suddenly, it was like a switch flipped and he remembered where he was and who he was with.  He slowed his pace.

“Sorry, love, you just feel so good.  Do you need a break?”  He questioned, panting to regain his breath and composure.

You nodded a response, taking a deep breath of relief when he pulled out of you.  Every muscle ached and you had no idea how long you and him had been at it, you just know that it was becoming too overstimulating.  Jeff straddled your thighs, leaning down to kiss your lips, hands running through your hair to comb out any knots.  

Exhausted, you kiss him back, relaxing into his kisses and touch.  Despite how rough he can be during sex, these moments of kindness and compassion when he realizes he took it too far are part of what keeps bringing you back to his room night after night, begging for him to ravage you.  

Soon, your exhaustion took over your body and you fell asleep, Jeff still kissing your lips until he realized you were asleep.  He moved off your body to hold you while you slept, pulling a blanket up over both of you.  Subconsciously, you snuggled closer to him and he smiled; a real smile.  

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The next night, Jeff wasn’t surprised to once again hear a quiet tapping at his door.  He already knew you were behind it, but what he wasn’t ready to see was instead of you being extremely turned on and needing him, your face was instead streaked with tears and you sniffled.

“What’s up?” he tried to casually say, but the concern colored his voice more than he would have liked to let on as he opened the door further to let you in.  

“LJ is a goddamn jerk, that’s what’s up,” you sniffled again.  

“He fucking stole my rabbit stuffed animal, and yeah, I know it’s so stupid to have it but forgive me that I have something from my childhood before this fucking place.  And he won’t give it back!”  Anger filled your voice as you relayed this short story to Jeff, plopping yourself onto his bed.  

He was a little stunned.  You had never come to him with a problem before.  Usually he saw you as a confident person who wasn’t afraid of any of the weirdos and demons that called the forest home.  Yet, here you sat in his bedroom, crying over a stuffed animal.  He was unsure of what to do, but what he did know was that this was something serious.  And he wasn't very good with seriousness.  

“Uh… uhm, do you want me to get you a new one?”  Jeff offered awkwardly.  In response, you wrapped your arms around yourself and hugged yourself.  A sniffle escaped your nose, followed by a quiet, “No.”  

Jeff walked to his bed and cautiously sat down next to you.  “Why can’t you get it back?  You’ve never been afraid of any of us before.”  

“I’m not fucking scared, I just can’t find it in LJ’s stupid carnival.  It could be anywhere.”  

Jeff felt the anger building in his chest that LJ had done something that had upset y/n so much.  He stood wordlessly and began walking towards the door.  “Wait, where are you going?” you called after him.  “Out,” was his one word response.  

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You sat in your room alone, watching the tree line outside the house for any animals.  You couldn’t sleep, you were still riled up from the events of the day and couldn’t stand the thought of trying to sleep without your stuffed rabbit.  Another sniffle held back another round of tears.  

Tap, tap, tap…

A light knocking sounded from your door.  You debated not answering it; you didn’t really want to see anyone right now.  But when the knocking came again, a little louder, you moved to open the door.  

Standing outside was Jeff, a little bloody, but gently carrying something behind his back.  Wordlessly, he revealed what he had been hiding.  

Your rabbit!

A huge smile overtook your face as you grabbed it and held it to your face.  It didn’t smell quite right anymore, but it was definitely your stuffed rabbit.  After hugging the rabbit, you hugged Jeff with an intensity he had never experienced from you.  

“Thank you,” you whispered into his ear.  

“No problem,” was his muffled response as he buried his face into your neck.  

This hug didn’t end quickly, and soon Jeff began kissing your throat, leaving nips where he knew your sensitive spots were.  You whined softly each time.  

Releasing him, you made eye contact with him and dragged him backwards into your room.  He shut the door behind him, especially as his dick started to swell and he could feel your heart rate pick up.  

Inside your room, you paused his advances to put your stuffed rabbit on a chair, off the bed.  You didn’t want your precious stuffed animal to be anywhere near the two of you while you were being ~intimate.~

Jeff grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him when you turned around, kissing you roughly.  You giggled.

“You didn’t rescue my rabbit to get in my pants, did you?”  You questioned him.  

“Of course not,” Jeff laughed back.  “I did it because I care for you and this is something you were upset about.  I knew it meant a lot to you.”  

“...you care for me?”  You repeated.  “You’ve never said that before.”  

“Oh.  You think I let you into my room every night and let you sleep in my bed with my blankets and I don’t care about you?”  He questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

“I guess… yeah, that is what I kind of thought.”  

He shook his head.  “If I didn’t care about you, I would at the least kick you out of my room after I was done fucking your brains out.  Or leave you high and dry.”  

You whined, pouting.  “Ah, shush, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he responded to your pouting.  “Now, lay down.  I need you,” he commanded, pushing you towards the bed.  You laid down, giggling the whole time.  

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[kaylinababy]

Longing For More [iv]

⤷ Uzui Tengen x Fem!Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro

♡ back to portal ♡ demon slayer ♡ series ♡ words: 1.6k | reading: n/a

tags fem!reader, slow burn (not kidding in the slightest), angst central, smut (other parts), emotional cheating, fluff, depression, manipulation, maladaptive daydreaming. (lmk if i missed any!)

Tengen made you want to curl up into a ball. You woke up with a mission, to prove that his kisses were just out of habit, or him even speaking to you at all, for the matter. A recipe for disaster, considering that conversation last night with him admitting that he was seeking a fresh slate, instead of actually reading what was written on the previous one.

‘Why was it so difficult for him to even say things that aren’t full of double meanings! “Oh, y/n, our marriage is in shambles and we have no intimacy besides soulless kisses because you don’t have the memory of a goldfish” I mean, what was he even saying?’ You thought to yourself as you angrily tussled with your hair in the morning, wanting it to look nice for Senjuro’s dedicated day. He mentioned that he liked your hair in a braid, just like the first time you ever arrived to take care of the Rengoku Estate.

Tengen had jokingly told you that the hairstyle made you look like a complete rookie amongst other things, and you didn’t dare do that style again, but today it didn’t matter. Does he even look at you that closely now, anyway? Your mind started to picture what would happen later on, how Kyojuro would probably be extremely attentive, and how Senjuro would be off the rails with excitement and tackle you, his growing strength every day making it painfully joyful. Even Shinjuro made it less of a habit to upset his children, at least while you were around, and thinking about the time when he told you he looks forward to your tea, which had you gloating to Kyojuro, who was very surprised.

Going downstairs, thankfully Tengen was nowhere to be seen yet, and the wives were all stuffing their faces. You gave side hugs to all of them and excitedly told them your daily greetings, and served yourself a plate and fresh tea. Hina speaks up, “You’re so… new today, y/n!” You grin ear to ear “I’m just starving” you say as you bit into bread that wasn’t stored well overnight. Tengen opened the front door and calls for you as you take your last sip. The girls all scramble to watch from the door as you get inside the carriage, before Tengen invites himself on as well.

He leans down and kisses your lips for a few seconds before putting his arm over your shoulder as he whispered, “Good morning, my love” followed by your mumbled “Morning.” Nearing the Estate, you realized that Kyojuro was outside, sweeping. Your heart started beating as you saw his focused face as he was oblivious. You snuck a glance at Tengen to see him looking to his side, watching the markets nearby. You step in between Tengen’s legs, pressing a kiss to his temple before stepping off. “Thank you, love. I’ll see you at home.” You looked at him with a blank expression as he did the same, just smiling without showing teeth.

You adjusted your clothes and hair before starting to walk, eventually meeting Kyojuro’s eyes. He inched closer to you, “How was your morning, y/n?” You let out a sigh of relief “If excitement could explain it all… yours?” Kyojuro closed his eyes “I haven’t slept well these past few nights, y/n. But-” “y/n!” Senjuro comes running from the garden and hugs you. You and Kyojuro share a look of amusement as you are dragged inside.

Senjuro was clinging onto you as you put water to boil and prepared a simple breakfast, talking your head off. He was excited about meeting the other kids in his neighborhood after breakfast, and you were doing flips in your head over having the house ready for the surprise with no distractions during preparations. He was such a quiet and timid child, at least around others, so this was a pleasant surprise.

Kyojuro came up behind you two and spoke softly “What are you guys up to?” You jumped in response, causing Senjuro to let go and giggle as he ran to the table. “I’m almost done with breakfast-” you turn to look at him. “After eating you should sleep for a while.” Kyojuro’s eyes were so bright and welcoming. He was so close, his scent was- “Just for a little while, I have to help Sen, and you…” he finished with a smile. You could only nod and finish preparing the meal.

As the boys were eating, you were cleaning the kitchen. Kyojuro and Sen made their way to his playdate. You began laying out all of the ingredients for the meal that takes the longest, and are peeling vegetables as Kyojuro walks inside. Without missing a beat he grabs the necessary pots, and begins dealing with the meats, as per your request. You started blushing as he stood to your left and would move his arm behind you in order to move ingredients to the pot you were mixing, his arm occasionally making contact with your right shoulder.

After he’s done, you look at him apologetically, “You should take a nap. I can wake you up when I need you, really.” He smiles and nods, excusing himself to the couch. After the two separate meals are left to finish cooking, you watch his chest slowly rise and fall, his lips forming a pout as he laid upright with his arms crossed. Getting closer to sit with a book on the opposite seat, you hear light snoring, giggling to yourself as you open your book.

The soup you’re making starts boiling over, causing you to clumsily speed walk back into the kitchen. Cracking open the lid, some bubbles of soup travel to your white apron, causing you to furrow your brows in frustration and groan. You remove your apron and Kyojuro grabs it from your hand and observes it. “Did you get burned? I’ll clean this for you.” He grabs some soap and heads to the garden after you nod your head no. Kyojuro gets down on one knee in front of the basin filled halfway with water to wash your apron. You are in a trance, seeing his wide shoulders and arms holding the washboard, veins popping out under his rolled sleeves. Kyojuro seems to notice you staring and turns his head, laughing. You just can’t seem to gather up a response to his actions today. He eventually stood up and hung the apron with other clothes to dry in the sun.

You tell Kyojuro that the food is ready, and he stands outside to greet Senjuro who should be arriving at any moment, since the sun won’t be out for much longer. You alert Shinjuro on the food being ready and he grunts after mumbling that he might join. You go outside to join Kyojuro, standing side by side. “y/n, how are things?” You widen your eyes but don’t make eye contact. You begin mumbling “Things are fine. Tengen is just busy lately. I don’t blame him… Exhausting sometimes-” Kyojuro speaks up, “I do wonder what goes on in his mind…” Suddenly he’s giving you a side hug, wiping away a single tear you didn’t know was running down your face. He wasn’t saying anything, much less looking at you. After the embarrassment dawns on you, you thankfully spot Senjuro and remove yourself from his strong arm.

At the table, the 3 of you were eating your meals, with Shinjuro hanging about in the shadows, eating on the couch. Senjuro brightens up with each bite. “I love it! I want some more, tomorrow!” I smile, “You can reheat it tomorrow! It’s just enough for you, too.” Kyojuro finishes chewing and exclaims “She did this all for you, since she won’t be here during your actual birthday, Sen” His eyes flicker over to you, getting you embarrassed because your mouth is full. “Mhm!” You sound, trying to chew. Senjuro’s bright face formed into a semi frown as he processed this, and said “I wish you could be here with us…” You could hear even a pin drop, the awkward silence was killing you.

After dinner, Senjuro was doing paper crafts as you and Kyojuro were supervising him until your carriage was supposed to come. You both kept smiling at each other, warm just by looking at his sweet widened eyes. Kyojuro put his hand on your shoulder opposite to you in a side hug, leaning in to whisper “You’ve made us so happy today.” “Us?” You whisper back. “Of course! A wonderful meal, as always, and I bet Sen really appreciated your efforts.” Shivers are sent down your spine, he sounded so gruff. He’s so close for the second time today. You smile up at him, your blush hidden, as his face is relaxed and comfortable.

You heard the carriage wheels due to it being so quiet, Kyojuro let you go slowly before taking a few steps back, rubbing Senjuro’s head. Seeing Tengen arrive on the carriage made your heart drop. Climbing inside, you don’t say anything and offer a side smile. Tengen leaned in close to you, for the purpose of sniffing your clothing. He planted a kiss on your cheek before sitting upright, “Did you forget to wear your apron today?” Looking down at yourself, you notice you left it at the Estate, sighing quietly to yourself. “I must have forgotten it there…” “Hmm? Why did you take it off?” He turned to face you. “It got dirty as I open-” His eyes turn into slits, “Dirty? From what?” You groan rather loudly “Don’t start questioning things if you won’t even let me finish talking, Tengen.” The rest of the ride was silent, with you turning your body away from him. You wonder if he feels what you feel when his mind is elsewhere.

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[tomuras]

| Heaven’s Name |

Painter!Albedo x Muse!Reader

Warnings: He/Him pronouns for Albedo, No pronouns for reader, afab reader, smut, not sfw, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, blowjobs, oral sex (reader to albedo), Albedo cums in your mouth whoops, cock riding, love confessions, mutual pining, implied slow burn, very self indulgent but not necessarily selfship, Albedo is very nervous and embarrassed in this <3, reader is implied to be trans masc, reader and Albedo get domestic towards the end, Albedo paints reader, strangers -> friends -> lovers, ass spanking, reader has hair, hair pulling, slight soulmate au, reader is called: sweetheart, good boy, baby; 2.4k words.

A/n: Wow i don’t think I’ve written something this long in SUCH a long time uhh so yeah I went a little overboard haha, but I had SO much fun writing this and I hope y’all love it <3 And if you haven’t read this already, you should be because this is a sequel to that drabble <3

It had been weeks after Albedo had committed his runaway stunt in the midst of a painting session, and it left you wondering, or rather thinking about why, he had run away. He hadn’t left much to mystery, what with how loud he was and all, but you weren’t about to give away his dirty little secret. At least, not yet. Instead you relaxed into the cushions of his bed just as you always did and let out a small breath, trying your best to remain comfortable and still. You looked to the walls that were covered in paintings, mostly of you, but there were also some landscapes, as well. Some familiar and some not. 

You reverted your gaze back towards Albedo and the both of you locked eyes, the two of you quickly getting lost in the color of each other’s irises. That’s when you saw how his eyes fluttered, opening and closing at a rapid rate, until you heard the clank of a paintbrush falling against the wooden easel. Trying your best to stifle your giggles you bit your cheek, but it did little to hide your amusement. As much as Albedo wanted to hide in his shame and embarrassment, he just couldn’t. Not when your smile was so beautiful. It set his soul on fire and in response he rubbed the part of his body where his heart lay underneath, hoping it would satiate the burn that was building up in his chest, but it still wouldn’t relieve the tingling feeling spreading throughout his body.  

“S-sorry about that. Let’s continue.” He said in a shaky voice. 

And so you both did just that, you continued, and as time went on the more nervous and hot the both of you became. You watched as the beads of sweat trailed down his face and neck onto his shirt, and he studied the way you squirmed slightly on the same bed he fantasized you two sharing together. As more time went by it became increasingly hard to avoid the inevitable, and that’s when Albedo was faced with the shameful fact that he was extremely hard at that moment. He went to excuse himself from you when your eyes begged him to stay. Pleading with him to not be afraid to ask for more, be more than just a painter and you his muse. 

“I’ll be right back-” He began, but was cut off by your frantic voice. If it weren’t for his own anxiousness he wouldn’t have missed the way your voice trembled when you spoke to him.

You got up and slowly approached him, pressing a gentle palm against his cheek. “Stay. Please?” You asked timidly. 

He nodded very slowly and stared at you with half-lidded eyes, and as you leaned in for a passionate kiss his eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting it, but christ did it feel fucking fantastic. It was everything he had always dreamt of and more, like a thousand galaxies were exploding all over his body all at the same exact time. At first he pushed you away slightly, pulling out of your hold and promising this won’t happen again and that he was sorry, swearing he’s not usually like this and that he wasn’t sure why he was acting so out of control, but you silenced him with a smile and a kiss. 

“Shh, relax. I want this, too, Albedo. So, please, relax?” You reassured him as you kissed his cheek gingerly. 

Finally, he nodded and relaxed his body, allowing you to do whatever would please you most. Both your minds were racing a mile a minute and yet, neither of you stopped for a second even as the what if’s were causing your worlds to spin. Albedo was quiet the entire time aside from the few whimpers and moans that slipped past his lips. Try as he might’ve to suppress his noises, it was inevitable. Your hands roamed his body and it was becoming more and more difficult for Albedo to hide his hard on, but eventually he gave up the fight after your hands grazed the tip of his cock just slightly. 

He let out an abrupt gasp, “I’m… I’m sorry. Maybe we should stop.” 

You pulled away momentarily to check his expression and was met with his beet red face, and a hand covering his drool stained mouth. It soon became very evident to you that he wasn’t asking to stop because he didn’t enjoy, but rather the complete opposite. He relished in the way your hands touched his body, from his hands up to his arms and then his neck, he couldn’t help but sigh and look at you lovingly when you held his face in your hands. 

He was going to say something, a few hopelessly romantic words I’m sure, but his attention was turned towards your words instead. “You say that but…” You paused and leaned in, pressing your lips to his earlobe, “You and I both know how badly you want this.” 

He swallowed hard and gripped the arms of the chair he was currently leaning back in. You were right, and a part of him hated that fact, but another part of him couldn’t wait to find out what that meant for the both of you. So, he swallowed hard, again, and grabbed your wrist with his hand which shook, and placed it on his cock which throbbed inside his pants. You were right, he did want this, but he was too nervous to do a thing about it. At least, that’s what it felt like beforehand, but now? Now he couldn't wait to wrap his arms around you and entangle his body with yours. 

Keeping your eyes trained on him you lowered yourself on your knees and began to unbutton his pants, slowly pulling out his cock and giving it a few taps on the flat of your tongue. Albedo was already dying to shove you all the way down to the base of his cock, but he resisted. His face burned with desire and already his hips were jerking up into the air for any sort of pleasurable sensation. He tried to stop but he couldn’t, not before you forced his hips down and swallowed his cock whole. Albedo writhed and whined underneath you as you licked your way up and down his shaft. Taking your sweet time you pushed your lips past the thick, red tip of his cock. His tip was throbbing and leaking with precum and with every flick of your tongue and touch of your lips, you could feel Albedo becoming less and less in control. 

His hips jerked the more time went on and before you knew it the poor man was pushing you away, again, too caught up in his own pleasure to realize he had already released himself all over your face. Immediately he covered his face in embarrassment and apologized profusely to you, but all you did was laugh. 

“You’re cute.” You giggled, and your eyes scrunched closed as you smiled.

Albedo looked away in embarrassment, too bashful to make eye contact with you, but you pulled his head to face you, insisting that he look deep into your eyes. That was the moment that you leaned in for another kiss, taking your time to enjoy the sensation of his lips against yours. He whimpered into the kiss as you climbed on top of him, beginning to remove your bottoms. His breath hitched when you carefully and gently stroked his cock, struggling to catch his breath. 

You pulled away for a second to look at him and asked, “You doin’ okay?” 

Albedo looked at you with eyes brimming with lust and love, he was ready, more ready than he had anticipated. He nodded and leaned his head against the palm of your hand that was now resting against his face, and gave you a tender smile. Then he placed a hand over yours and opened his eyes, finally speaking. 

“Before we continue there’s something I have to confess.” He admitted, his fingers now trembling slightly.

You nodded and he took a big breath before confessing, “I’m– well– I am and have been in love with you for quite some time now, and I thought you deserved to know before we continued.” 

Before he could say another word you cut him off with a kiss on the lips, passionately you parted and joined your lips with his as his hands hovered over your hips. Eager to touch you but too scared to, out of some peculiar fear that if he did you would vanish into thin air, but to his shock and amazement you pulled his hands onto your body, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss. Then you backed out of the kiss to gaze into his glistening eyes. 

You smiled and admitted, “I know, and I’m in love with you, too, Albedo.” 

“Oh. Oh wow, I had- I had no idea that you felt the same way.” He stammered, too nervous and happy to be his usual reserved self. 

“Now…” You began to say as you situated yourself back on top of him, hovering over his cock, “Can we continue? I was really enjoying it before, ya know.” Your face was hot due to embarrassment regardless of the confidence you portrayed in that moment. 

Albedo was quiet for a moment out of confusion but then he realized exactly what you meant, and he said, ‘Oh- Oh! Yes, of course we can continue. P-Please do..” 

Without hesitation you slid yourself onto his cock with a lewd moan, bracing yourself by gripping onto his shoulders and rode him. Gradually you sped up the pace little by little until the sound of slapping skin echoed in the room. Soon the both of you were a symphony of moans and whimpers, the wet slapping of your bodies enhancing the experience. You allowed your hips to roll against the rhythm of his for a while, until he abruptly took control by turning you on your side and lifting your leg up to gain better access to your cunt. 

You whimpered at the sudden change of position and clung to him desperately, gazing deep into his eyes and getting lost in the color of them, again. Those beautiful, turquoise eyes of his captivated you and soon you became just as lost in them as you had with the high of the moment. Your nails dug into his soft back, leaving red marks trailing behind them. Albedo looked at you briefly before leaning in for a passion-filled kiss, his hand slid up to fist your hair as he fucked you rough and hard. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He cooed, leaving kisses over every inch of your body that he could reach. 

You moaned, “Fuuuuck. I want more, gimme m-more, please, ‘Bedo.” 

He grinned mischievously before flipping you onto your stomach. “On your knees.” He demanded and you did just that. Once you were on your knees he pressed the flat of his hand on your back, bracing himself as he slid inside of you with ease. You were soaking wet and already begging for more with only your body, but Albedo wanted to hear those begs from your very own lips, and so he was determined to do just that. 

“You’re very wet, sweetheart. You've wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” He asked, all too pleased with the reaction he’d gotten from you. 

You nodded quietly, trying not to say a word except for the whiny ‘Mhmmm’ that you hummed accidentally. Albedo wasn’t pleased with your response and spanked you lightly on the ass just once. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Could you please repeat that?” He asked calmly. 

You gave in and started to beg, “Y-yes I have… Please, keep going, Albedo.”

He smiled, “That’s my good boy.”

Without warning Albedo began to fuck you fervently and without remorse, you’d never seen this side of him before. It was like the painter you’d always had an eye for was someone entirely different when it was just the two of you, and as much as you supposed you should’ve found that alarming, you didn’t. In fact it was the opposite, you loved it. Like you got to see a special side of him that was kept secret save for you. 

Albedo rolled his hips at a fast and hard pace, hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly every time. He was comparable to an archon –or what you at least imagined that pure bliss to be like– but better. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head each time his pelvis slapped against your ass. Oh, it was pure heaven, but you were disappointed when your high had come around so early. Thankfully, for you he wasn’t done just yet. 

“You’re doing such a good job, taking me so well, baby.” He praised you, stroking your hip gently with his thumbs. 

“Can you do one more for me? Just one more and then we can take a break?” He pleaded, nearly begging you for more. In his own reserved way, of course.

For the next few hours you two shared a bed filled with moments of bliss and pure euphoria, ripping release after release from both of your bodies. You lost count of the many times he had made you cum and vice versa, and the moment your head rested against the pillow afterwards you were fast asleep, but that didn’t erase the bliss buzzing throughout your entire body. Even in your sleep your body remembered what it felt like to be loved and ravaged, truly and passionately. And while you were fast asleep, Albedo took that as the perfect opportunity to paint you in your most peaceful state. 

This time he took all the time in the world, smiling as he painted your face resting peacefully against the soft, fluffy pillows which lifted your head up. You looked like the purest of angels sleeping soundly in his bed, and if he hadn’t known any better he wouldn’t have been convinced otherwise. After another hour or two passed and the painting was finished, he followed suit and slipped into bed next to you, turned off the nearby lamp on his nightstand and wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you close as he finally drifted off into the best sleep he’d ever had in years. 

#albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #albedo smut #genshin smut

[softestqueeen]

do you trust me, sweetheart?

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

summary: After an unsuccessful mission, you notice how tense and stressed your colleague Simon “Ghost” Riley is. When you ask him how you can help him relieve some stress, things take an unexpected turn…

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, p in v sex, slight corruption kink, chocking, face fucking, blow job, blindfold, handcuffs, BDSM, pet names, breeding, bondage, cum eating, aftercare

wordcount: 3.549 words

a/n: Hey, this is a request from my friend! I haven’t written in quite some time, so this was actually very refreshing! Enjoy <3

The team and you had planned this mission for months. Almost every possible scenario and outcome had been discussed and only the best trained of your colleagues were picked out for it. Hours and hours of preparation had gone into this mission and still.

You failed.

The abandoned warehouse you were sure contained some high-profile weapons turned out to be a well constructed trap.

It is not surprising that the lot of you was not just disappointed but also frustrated. You retreated to your personal quarters, showered, put on more comfortable clothes and went out again.

You and Simon “Ghost” Riley have been colleagues for a long time. For quite some time you could even call him a friend. The two of you talked a lot, so you knew that this loss was not taken easy by the soldier.

So, you left the comfort of your home to go to his. You were all living at the same place, as every moment you could be called for a mission.

You knocked on his door and a few moments later, Ghost opened the door. He was dressed in a black suit with a matching black shirt that stretched along his chest as he leaned one of his arms against the doorframe.

The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and you could see his tanned skin that lay hidden underneath.

“What’s up, buttercup? Is everything all right?”, you felt a slight blush creeping up your checks at the pet name, even though you were already used to them. His voice sounded immediately concerned when you showed up without an invitation. You didn’t think too much about intruding, you knew that he rarely got any visits from anyone, and if he did, he always told you.

“Nothing, I just wanted to check on you. I know that you always blame yourself and get stressed if missions don’t go according to plan.”, you reassured him, “Can I come in?”

He just nodded and stepped away, letting you in. You got comfortable on his couch as he poured you and himself a cup of tea. He took a seat on a comfy looking chair next to you, so he didn’t have to sit on the same piece of furniture with you, but he could still talk to you and hear you without having to crane his neck.

“How are you doing?”, you asked him before taking a sip of your tea.

“I’m fine.”, he answered you, but you were having none of that bullshit and put on your best ‘you serious’ look.

He let out a heavy sigh, before hesitantly telling you. “Well, you know, I’m just extremely stressed and frustrated.”

“Let me help you relieve it. Let me help you relax.”, you pleaded, worried about your best friend. At you words he practically stared into your soul, zoning out at the thought of it.

He normally relieved stress through sex. He needed the control that came with it and the blinding pressure. Normally, that wasn’t too hard to accomplice. There were enough opportunities for him to bring a girl home from a bar, fuck her into oblivion and then make her leave after breakfast. No feelings, no strings attached.

But with you.

With you it was different. Since he and you have become closer, he could feel how you broke down his walls. He could also feel the crush that he has developed on you and how his cock started throbbing every time you came closer to him. You drove him insane, so you are saying that you would ‘help him relieve his stress’ made him almost lose it.

He seemed to have snapped out of it and broke eye contact with you.

“Don’t say that sweetheart. You don’t want that.”, he told you, a certain edge in his voice. At the new pet name, you had to try to suppress the blush that was threatening to creep up your neck and onto your cheeks.

Slowly you started to realise what he meant, and you were actually a little bit shocked that you didn’t mind at all.

“Why not?”

Without realising you were slowly inching closer to him, leaning over the armrest of the couth, looking up at him through your lashes.

Ghost could feel his pants getting tighter, his cock starting to throb.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart.” His voice was heavier now, deeper. It made a rush of wetness flood to your pussy. You knew you wanted this, and you knew that Ghost wanted it too.

You got up from your seat, his eyes never leaving yours, and stood before him.

“What if that’s what I want?”, you asked before straddling his lap and sitting down on his already hard cock. At the touch Simon threw his head back, hissing at the sudden stimulation. Instinctively, he put his hands onto your waist. He leaned his head forward again, almost touching your lips before whispering.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin this between us or make you uncomfortable. I also don’t want to ruin you. I don’t like that boring stuff in bed. Just so you know.” He hated the possibility of you not wanting to continue, but he needed your consent. He needed to hear you say that you want him just as much as he wants you.

You thought about that for a moment. You don’t have that much experience, but you trusted Ghost. You were definitely sure about that.

“Please, Ghost, I want it. Show me how to make you feel good.” At your words you could feel his cock twitch underneath you and you leaned forwards and connected your lips. It started out soft, but you could feel how he was holding back. You grabbed the lapels of his suit to pull him closer to you, forcing your tongue into his mouth.

You could feel him growling into your mouth and you started to softly grind against his groin. He pulled away, grabbing your wrists so you didn’t cling onto him anymore. You feared you’ve done something wrong before he spoke up.

“How about we take this to the bedroom, baby?” You answered him with a nod before pressing you lips against his neck, trailing kisses to his jawline and sucking a few hickeys onto his tanned skin.

He grabbed your hips again, letting go of your hands, to lift you up like you weighed nothing and carry you to the bedroom.

He put you down on the bed before climbing on top of you and kissing you again. He let his hands roam your still clothed body before slipping his hands slip under you oversized jumper. He slowly caressed you skin before straight up groping you. He started with your stomach and waist but quickly found your breasts.

He groped them, pulled at your nipples, and toyed with them. He had you moaning and writhing underneath him in no time. That didn’t take too long though, as he quickly pulled his hands away again.

He pulled back completely to take off your jumper and told you to take off your trousers. He didn’t bother undressing but the moment you were nude he just stood there and looked. You could almost say he gawked at you naked body. He almost made you feel insecure with his piercing gaze and silence.

Before you could cover your body or speak up, he straddled your hips again and made eye contact with you.

“Do you trust me sweetheart?!”, he asked. You knew he wouldn’t pressure you or force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.

“Yes, I do”, you answer without much hesitation.

At your words he got up again and opened one of his nightstand drawers. Your eyes follow his muscular frame. He was still dressed in a tight suit, and you didn’t know if you wanted to see what’s underneath or if you preferred him dressed like this.

You were still undressing him with your eyes as he takes out a black piece of fabric.

A blindfold.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, sweetheart.”, he told you before adding, “I don’t use safe words. But there’s a system. Don’t be shy to speak up. Green is for everything is alright, yellow means slow down and when you say red I’ll stop completely. Understand?”

“Yes.”

You could remember that.  At this point you’d do anything to have him touch you.

He straddles your stomach, his hips just underneath your breasts. He tilted you head up with one of his fingers that found it’s way under your chin.

“Lean forward”, he instructed you and you did. He gently placed the blindfold over your eyes, tying a knot in the back. He pressed you back into place by your shoulders.

He opened his fly, taking out his already aching cock. He stoked himself a few times, granting himself at least a little bit of relief, before letting go, enjoying your reaction to his cock falling onto your exposed skin.

You were already looking forward to having him inside of you – either your mouth or cunt, you didn’t care. If you could already feel him on you even though he was still slightly hovering above you, he must be big.

“You think you can already take my cock, sweetheart?”, he asks, a cocky grin adorning his face. Even though you can’t see it, you can hear it.

As an answer you only tilted your head back, opened you mouth and stuck out your tongue. Ghost let out a dark chuckle before taking two of his fingers and inserting them into your mouth.

Even though you didn’t expect that, you didn’t mind, even though you were not sure where he was going with this.

Starting off slowly he pressed his fingers down on your tongue before sliding them deeper into your mouth. He could feel your breath against his fingers, so he also felt your breath catch in your throat when his fingers almost hit the back of your throat.

You closed your lips around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks and slightly sucked on them. Simon could feel his breath now catching in his throat at the sinful sight in front of him; you, blindfolded, sucking on his fingers while he was straddling your chest.

He couldn’t resist.

He took the hand that was not inside of your mouth right now and wrapped it around your throat. That was hand that was still gloved, he took off the other one so he could really feel you.

He didn’t squeeze or choke you (yet), but he just wanted to see his hand wrapped around your beautiful throat, with the knowledge that he could restrict your breathing anytime and that you would probably let him.

But that would have to wait.

For now, he just thrust his fingers in and out of your mouth, feeling your velvety tongue gliding against them. He couldn’t wait to stuff his cock into your mouth between those plush lips and into your tight throat, bulging it so he could feel his cock with the hand that was around your throat.

At the thought he could feel a drop of pre cum escaping his cock and dripping onto your exposed cleavage. Great, now his cock was also uncontrollably twitching while you were still blissfully unaware, sucking on his fingers.

He removed his fingers from your mouth with a silent pop and inched forward with his hips.

“Put your hand on my thigh, baby. Tap twice if it get’s too much, ok?”, he told you softly, but still loud enough to be heard through the blindfold that was also covering your ears. You nodded, but that didn’t satisfy him yet, as much as he wanted to just thrust into your mouth right now, he needed you to say it out loud.

“I need you to use your voice love, do you understand?”, he asked.

“Yes, I understand.”, you answered him, already eager to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue.

He inched even closer. Now you could feel his wet and fat head against your lips. They parted without any resistance, biding him entrance onto the heat of your mouth.

The moment his cock made contact with your tongue, Ghost swore he almost came right then and there. But he controlled himself as he slowly entered your mouth, not wanting to overwhelm you right away.

He took his time and placed his hand on top of yours. He didn’t cover your fingers though, so you could have tapped out if you wanted to.

Once he fit half of his thick length into your mouth he came to a halt. You didn’t know how much more you could take or how much there was even left to take.

Still, you temporarily closed your mouth around his cock and lightly sucked, making Ghost curse under his breath.

“Fuck sweetheart. You look so pretty with my cock stuffed into your mouth; I can’t wait for you to take me whole. “, he growled above you, his eyes lidded as he looked down on you.

You couldn’t see him or gauge his reaction, still you risked it. You sucked hard in him, making Ghost almost slam his cock completely into your mouth. He was just able to control himself, even though there’s nothing he’d rather do.

He had to brace himself against the headboard while still controlling himself inside of your mouth.

Once he calmed down, he got into position again and slowly picked up his movements again. He cradled your face as he as he filled you with the last inch of his cock. Once he hit the back of your throat he stopped again. He could feel your throat around him pulsing. You were probably trying not to gag, which only made the whole thing so much hotter.

Simon could feel your grip tightening on his thigh, but you didn’t tap out.

“Fuck, you’re being such a good girl for me. I could spend an eternity in that hot mouth.”, he breathed out, trying really hard to control himself.

He started to pull out almost completely before he thrust into you again. While he started thrusting into his mouth and fucking your face, his hand remained on your cheek. He tried to comfort you while he took from you what he wanted, no, what he needed.

He could feel you starting to get more confident. You moved your tongue around his dick and occasionally sucked on his length, making him throw back his head and moan.

He knew you were by no means a virgin, still it surprised him how fast you grew confident and comfortable as well in this new situation.

With you working your tongue and lips over him, and even occasionally humming or moaning around him, Simon wasn’t surprised that he could feel his orgasm approaching.

“I’m going to cum, sweetheart. Want me to cum down your pretty throat, baby? Want me to fill up your mouth before I fill up your pussy, huh?”, he asked you almost mockingly. You tried to nod around his cock as best as you could, but settled on moaning around him, starting to meet his thrusts and moving your tongue over him faster.

He let go of your check and out his hand at the back of your head, burying his cock completely inside of you. With your nose you could feel the little hairs that are above his dick.

Not a second later he released inside of your throat, spurting his cum down your throat. You tried to swallow it all, not wanting to disappoint him.

In the meantime, Ghost was groaning and moaning above you, as he experienced one of the best orgasms of his life.

He stayed inside you a little bit more before pulling his softening cock out of you completely. While doing so, a little bit of his cum landed on you chin and he quickly picked it up with his fingers and fed it to you. When you sucked his finger clean, he was already semi hard again.

He slid down so he was straddling your waist, his gloved and naked hands trailing over your body, only stopping to toy with your breasts for a moment.

He leaned forward and took off your blindfold. You groaned at the sudden light and Ghost gave you a moment to adjust, shielding your eyes from the sudden brightness.

“Colour, baby?”, he asked you, once your eyes had adjusted again.

“Green.”

That’s all he needed.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. He was covering your body with his broad frame, his clothed body against your bare one.

You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you.

He pulled away before whispering against your lips. “Let me tie you up baby, please.”

You’ve never had someone tie you up. You also never had someone blindfold you, so that’s not a valid argument. But in the end, you really enjoyed the blindfold, so Ghost probably knows what’ll feel good.

“Okay, Simon.”, the use of his first name always got him going and even more so when you were the one saying it.

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before getting up again and returning to his bedside drawer. He pulled out a pair of pink plush handcuffs. Where does someone even get this?

He looked so damn sharp with his tight black suit, his erect cock the only contrast. Now that you could properly see it, you must admit: He really was big. Of course, you already felt him inside of you, but looking at it is definitely something else.

Again, he straddled your waist, his cock landing heavy on your stomach.

“Hands above your head.”, he demanded, not even a pet name leaving those sinful lips.

You did as he told you and he leaned forward to put your wrists into the cuffs, experimentally tugging them to see if they were tight enough.

He scooted back a bit, so he was kneeling between your legs and with his bare hand he pressed down your cuffed hands.

With his gloved hand he grabbed you hips and lifted them onto his thighs. Your legs immediately spread and could feel his heavy cock against your wet pussy. He was slightly leaning forward so he could still hold your hands down with one arm as he started rubbing his length through your pussy, wetting it in your juices.

With every thrust he hit your clit, making you moan. Before you could complain about the teasing you felt his wet tip against your entrance.

“Don’t forget your colours baby, I won’t hold back.” That was his only warning before he thrust into you, burring himself to the tilt. You could feel his pubes against your clit as he practically split you in half with his fat cock.

After a few seconds, so both of you could adjust, he starts rutting into you, not showing any mercy.

He was moaning and groaning freely now, his hold on your hip tightening, already bruising your skin. Your noises mixed with his and the sound of skin slapping against skin were the only noises that were heard in the room.

With every thrust you were getting closer and closer. The intense face fucking had already turned you on more than you liked to admit and now it was only a matter of time before you would get to your high.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Such a good girl, so tight around my cock. Taking me so well.” He babbled slightly incoherent praises, probably not even registering what he was saying, while he was increasing his speed again.

Your back arched off the mattress when you suddenly felt his tip jabbing against that sweet spot inside of you.

“G- G- Ghost?”, you stammered, “I need to cum. Please cum with me! Fill me with your cum, please.”

At you words he just speed up his thrust, making them slightly sloppy. With a final groan he came to a halt inside of you, painting your walls with thick ropes of his sticky white cum. The sensation of him spilling inside of you, made you tip over the edge, clamping down on his cock and screaming his name.

You caught your breaths before Ghost pulled out of you and removed the handcuffs. The feeling of his cum dripping out of sent a shiver down your spine.

He disappeared into the bathroom, getting some lotion and a damp washcloth.

First, he sat down on the edge of the bed and spread lotion over your reddened wrists. Then he took the washcloth and cleaned off the cum that was spilling out of you.

He placed a kiss on your lips and went to undress, only keeping on his boxers.

You definitely preferred him like this.

He gave you one of his t shirts (which looked comically large on you) and helped you into it. He laid down next to you and pulled you into his chest, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Relaxed now?”, you asked him, making Ghost laugh. It was the last thing you heard before dozing off into a deep slumber.

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Near Zero part 2.

PAIRING: cillian murphy as j. robert oppenheimer x fem!reader

SUMMARY: 2.1 words. Brought on as part of the Manhattan Project, your old physics professor sees you in a new light.

RATING: eventually E (no smut in this part); age gap (10+ years), infidelity, period-typical sexism

A/N: Though based on real life characters, this is J. Robert Oppenheimer as played by Cillian Murphy, a fictional character. This is not intended to be historically accurate, merely written as entertainment. Many thanks to @indulgence-be-thy-name for helping me figure out how to bridge scenes and for being my soundboard. Thanks for the love for the first part, and I hope you like this one, too! 🖤

masterlist.

A week goes by, and you rarely see one another.

You search for him sometimes on your walks home, but never see him. One evening, when you’re swinging your pocketbook with a cigarette in your other hand, practically dragging your feet from exhaustion, one of your next-door neighbors comes out their front door, beaming at you.

You’ve managed to avoid them until now. She may have been waiting for you by the timing of it all, calling out:

“We always seem to miss each other!”

You pause, smiling automatically, watching her march over to you. You admire the effort she’s put into her appearance; her blonde hair is perfectly coiffed, her nails are long and glossy to match her lipstick. Your attire feels dishevelled by comparison, and you haven’t seen your reflection in a few hours. Undoubtedly, you don’t look as put together as you did when you left that morning.

Her scent hits you – rosewater and gin – and you awkwardly rearrange your things to quickly shake her hand, inhaling the last of your cigarette.

“I’m sorry I haven’t made the effort already to say hello.”

You’re not being entirely honest. You could have gone months without ever having met her. She gives a dismissive wave.

“You’re obviously extremely busy. Do you work with Dr. Oppenheimer?”

You nod, feeling your smile begin to slacken. You wish someone would ask about you, not one of the men you work with.

“Yes, I’m part of the theoretical physics branch.”

“That must be very interesting.”

She says it in such a way that gives you pause. She glances behind her and calls out:

“Barb! Come meet our lovely neighbor!”

She turns back to you again, murmuring:

“I’m Mary, by the way.”

You offer your name, and she gives another smile, as you wait for Barb to appear. She’s taller, with auburn hair, but a similar breed of woman to Mary. Sophisticated and not at all like you. You feel self-conscious, clearing your throat.

“She works with Oppie,” Mary says to Barb, and the women exchange a glance.

Barb smiles like a cat. “Do tell.”

“I haven’t seen him lately,” you admit. “We’re not in close proximity most of the time.”

“Shame,” Barb says. She surveys you. “He can be very… friendly. At least, it’s what I heard.”

Mary gives her a little smack on the arm and they both smirk. They seem to wait for you to add something, but you don’t indulge them, glancing down at your burnt-out cigarette butt, considering another.

“Where do you work?” you ask, and Mary sighs a little.

“Oh, we’re both secretaries,” she says. “Nothing as complicated as what you do, I’m sure.”

“We all need typists,” you offer, thinking of a recent incident in the laboratory.

One of the men attempted to hand you their notes, asking you type them up. He considered it women’s work, but all you did was stare him down, cigarette dangling from your lips. After a long minute, several others began to laugh and he folded, stalking off to find a typewriter to do it himself. You returned to your paper and were left in peace for the rest of the day. He hadn’t spoken to you since. He hadn’t even glanced in your direction.

“Say, you ought to come to the mixer we’re having this Friday. I mean, for God’s sake, we’re going nuts in here,” Mary says, leaning over, dropping her voice. “We need something to do around here.”

“She’s probably too busy,” Barb drawls, and you look at her, blinking.

“No, I’m… I’d love to,” you lie.

You like to put your feet up on Fridays with a drink and a big book. You’re lucky if you leave your place at all when you have time to yourself. But the more you think about it, the more likely you are to see Oppenheimer again if you tag along.

“I’ll see you two there. When is it?”

-

There is instant regret the second you walk into the hall teeming with drunken, loud people. It’s like all the faculty parties you skipped when you were at college. The music and voices overlap, smoke hangs in the air, and crowds of strangers squeeze past you to get in and out the door.

You walk inside with your breath held, hating that you came alone. Some people glance your way, but none are familiar faces. You keep moving regardless, until you spot Barb and Mary by the wall with a group of several couples, all holding their own drinks.

“You actually came,” Barb says, and Mary’s eyes widen, impressed.

“Anyone need a top-up?” you offer, but no-one takes you up on it.

You don’t want there to be a whole production when it comes to introducing yourself. You hope the girls give a short explanation when you walk away, heading towards the bar at the very back of the hall. You have to weave through more groups, and finally more recognisable people appear.

“Holy shit,” Feynman says, and you stop, feeling your face flush at the sudden attention. “Since when do you leave the labs for some fun?”

“Give it a rest, Richard,” a man says nearby, one of the human computers.

“I think we should document it,” Feynman goes on, and you try to smile in good humor. “The first instance of fun for the woman!”

“Not quite,” you retort. “I’m parched. Excuse me.”

You just want to work. You just want to be alone, so you don’t have to feel like you’re under scrutiny. You just want to do something meaningful, and it feels like that can only happen at Los Alamos. You feel silly, reminded of high school when your teacher on the last day of your senior year told you to ‘lighten up’. The man had no idea the damage he’d done with that advice, how small and silly he’d made you feel.

You reach the bar and order a daiquiri. You may have a few before facing anyone else, you haven’t decided yet. When you’re handed the drink, a low, smooth voice to your right makes you freeze:

“You do know we have things other than rum to drink here?”

You twist around, drink aloft, and see Oppenheimer beside you, your stomach giving a little flip at the sight of him. You missed him. God, you really, really missed him.

“It’s out of habit,” you reply, taking a sip for courage. “Is the government sending all their scotch our way?”

He gives a smile, and you return it. “I could have that arranged if that isn’t the case already.”

There’s a raucous call of ‘Oppie!’ and one of the experimental physicists slaps him on the shoulder. You’re forgotten, turning back to the bar as the men chat, the stranger more than Oppenheimer.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Classified, Lewis. You know that” Oppenheimer replies. “How’s the wife?”

He slips into another character, someone friendlier but in a superficial way. He becomes Oppie the leader, and yet it doesn’t seem to come naturally to him. He doesn’t light up all the way, and his smile doesn’t reach his piercing eyes.

You don’t expect him to pay any more attention to you, so you take a few steady gulps as you eavesdrop and then tune everything out…

And then it’s as if you’ve left the hall, when you feel a hand brush yours, fingertips meeting your own as Oppenheimer listens, his colleague talking his ear off. The vacuum you suddenly occupy makes your skin tingle, because it’s unmistakable – he’s stroking your fingers teasingly out of sight of everyone around you.

The moment stretches on and on, and you could live there, with all that potential. All that secrecy. He slips away, stepping aside to shake his colleague’s hand. He turns back to you when he’s gone once more.

“I should try one of those,” he says, nodding to your drink.

Your heart races when your eyes meet again. The warmth there, the intensity of it, turns your insides molten. What you suspected was an attraction is full-blown desire, and you can only stare back at him, hoping – hoping for what?

“Do you have a cigarette?” he asks, when you say nothing, and you nod.

You drain your glass, placing it on the bar, then take out your pack of cigarettes from your pocketbook. He takes them, putting one to his lips, and you step forward to light it for him. Perhaps you can have these little moments, and that will be all. And that will have to be enough.

“Thank you, darling,” he whispers, and you blush. “Can I walk you home, after?”

You nod, desperately wanting more. More pet names, more touches, more stares. Instead, you’re interrupted by Feynman.

“I’m sorry,” he says to you, while gripping Oppenheimer’s arm. “Lemme make it up to you. Let’s have a dance.”

“Oh, I don’t—”

“Come on, we’re all dancing,” he cuts in. “You don’t have to be good.”

You see Oppenheimer is occupied with his own thoughts, smoking in silence. As mortifying as it is to dance, Feynman has a point. No-one at Los Alamos is here because they’re good at dancing.

You try to remember the last time you danced, as you’re dragged along by hand. It must have been before the war when your friends bullied you into a group date.

You endure it, not minding the music. It’s fast and a little chaotic but everyone is laughing, and you find yourself smiling, if a little awkward on your feet. Feynman is a good sport and bows extravagantly when it’s over.

“I forgive you,” you say, chuckling.

He dips to kiss your knuckles and you swat him playfully.

-

You feel drunk, and it’s because of Dr. Oppenheimer. That’s what you tell yourself when you manage to mingle with everyone for the rest of the night without wanting to run away. It’s a miracle.

Feynman was right – you having fun is a first. Not that you tell him that, but you still talk a lot, and laugh genuinely. You haven’t given anyone a proper chance, and it’s kind of a relief, having this turn out better than expected when you first walked in.

Oppenheimer is missing at the end when everyone starts peeling off in groups for home. It’s after midnight, and you search for him, trying not to seem eager. No-one needs to know that you’re looking for him, or if he’s waiting for you.

Barb and Mary beckon you, holding their coats and bags as you dawdle. You give a short sigh to yourself and follow them out, wondering how you missed Oppenheimer again. You hope he’s waiting outside somewhere, but there are only other tipsy patrons, bidding one another farewell.

The three of you walk the short distance back to your street, and you keep your eyes peeled for any sign of the director, heart hammering when you think of his fingers touching you before.

Darling. The word curls in your stomach and makes you daydream, your attentiveness to your neighbors coming and going as they chat next to you. You make it to your corner before your disappointment sinks in and you’re alone again at your front door, Mary and Barb disappearing into their place.

-

All the good feelings from the mixer don’t remain. The laboratory is a much harsher world when you expected the opposite. Egos clash, men storm out when arguments arise, and you receive a letter from your parents citing their concern for you, since you’re unable to tell them anything about your position at Los Alamos.

You crave the attention you had, though fleeting, from Oppenheimer. He’s nowhere to be found for a few days. What was once a usual thing has become intolerable, you have no idea how long it will be until you see him again.

He walks into the laboratory one afternoon when you’re midway through your sandwich, deciding to not leave for lunch as some of the others have. He moves right past you, and for a moment it’s as if you’ve imagined him or wished him into view. He greets Bethe and Teller but doesn’t look at you.

You stand, sandwich forgotten, wiping your face of any stray crumbs. You wait, but he still doesn’t give you an acknowledgement. That’s fine. You’re used to waiting. You’re used to being in the background, ignored for the most part.

And then he leaves, after less than five minutes talking about the progress of the group. He walks right by you, and it’s as if you’re invisible. He can’t have missed you, and yet it’s as if you’re less than the dirt on his shoes, or the ash that falls from his cigarette as he moves past you.

You stare at the space he occupied once he’s gone, feeling hot with shame.

Oof, yes. That was a little cruel. I promise it picks up in the next part! Finally, there'll be some smut. 😈💕 Likes and replies are appreciated and reblogs make me swoon. Thanks for reading!

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Loved the lesso x dovey x reader fic it was amazing.

Could you possibly do a larissa x marilyn x reader one, (full of smut 😳)

Private party 18+

*Authors note~ I haven’t written for Marilyn but I had to fic but I wanted to give this a try.

Trigger warnings~ mommy Marilyn (switch) and daddy (dom) Larissa shifted dick cum kink breading kink oral praise degrading watching;)

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You and Larissa had been very open from the start of your relationship over your wants and needs in all departments. Very early on it was established that Larissa was extremely dominant and would only submit if she wanted to, which was rare but neither of you minded that. You both were very kinky people but your jobs meant you had to be discreet with it. So you’d come up with signals to use in public that meant different things but nothing to anyone other than you two.

You’d had a particularly stressful week, and Larissa had a plan to help with stress relief, something you’d both spoken about and not had courage to try, she had the perfect person for the job. Luckily for you both she was more than willing to participate in what was set to be a deliciously sinful night.

That was how you found yourself in your shared chambers only to be met with your girlfriend and Marilyn conversing in Larissa’s office with a glass of wine. Your only instruction was to sit pretty and wait like a good girl. So here you sat on your knees, head tilted towards the bedspread as you waited, excitement swarming in your stomach alongside some nerves and of course arousal.

“Shall we” you heard your girlfriend’s voice ring out and they entered the room. “Darling” she purred causing you to rise your head, “we have a guest today and I want you to behave like a good girl okay? Treat her with the same respect daddy gets okay?” You nodded before murmuring, “daddy? What do I call her?” With a quick glance to Marilyn you were answered by the redhead, “mommy or Mari will do sweetheart” you nodded in your understanding, “yes mommy.”

“Rissa dear? She’s yours so why don’t you tell me how you want to play with the pretty girl?” Only to be shut up with a kiss, “you first Marilyn I’m content to watch for now” she murmured before moving to sit next to the headboard, legs stretched out. You shuffled up next to her so that your head rested on the pillows next to her. “Strip sweetheart” her tone slightly firm but no where near the same as Larissa’s dominant voice, slightly strange but not unwelcome.

Fully stripped you allowed both women to see you, “oh Rissa, she really is a beauty” Marilyn mumbled as her gaze fixed on your breasts. “She really is, be a good girl baby okay?” She murmured brushing a hand through your hair before kissing your forehead. Marilyn wasted no time In straddling your hips and kissing you passionately, her hands exploring your body under your girlfriends watchful gaze. You happily responded to the red head. You heard your girlfriends little gasps as she watched the scene unfold, only then did you realise that she had a hand dipped between her thighs teasing herself.

“Mommys gonna sit on your face pretty” Marilyn muttered before situating herself on your face as hand’s gripped the headboard to steady herself. You eagerly licked and lapped at her cunt moaning at her taste. “Such a good girl for us y/n, you’re making your mommy feel so good. Daddy’s so impressed baby” Larissa praised as Marilyn moaned above you. “Oh fuck me, sweetheart right there, oh god” she moaned and it was clear that she had no problem with being vocal. Larissa was silently thanking herself for choosing Marilyn. They were close friends and she knew of Marilyn’s sexuality so it made her a prime choice for partner, maybe it wouldn’t be a one time thing as long as all three were agreeable.

Your jaw was starting to ache with the effort you were putting in, your chin drenched in her slick as you moved up to wrap your lips around her aching bundle of nerves and suck hard, “oh fuck I’m cumming fuck good girl” she whined as her hips bucked down on your face violently, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. You diligently worked your tongue through her folds as you licked up all she gave you.

“So pretty” Larissa whined as she now stroked her shifted anatomy, “good girl sweetheart” Marilyn praised through pants in attempt to catch her breath. You lay there happily darting your tongue around your lips desperately trying to get more of Marilyn’s cum. “Such a cumslut” Larissa murmured before coming to kiss you absolutely senseless. While you were distracted Marilyn found the strap exactly where Larissa told her it would be should she want it.

“Love, I want you to sit on your knees and don’t touch yourself okay?” Larissa murmured and you nodded instantly wanting to be good for her. Only then did Larissa move to pin the red head to the wall as she kissed her, putting on a show for you. You were already painfully turned on by the sight and pleasing Marilyn that all you could do is whine while your thighs shook with need. “Daddy” you whimpered to the women, “mommy oh god, Please!” Only to be ignored by the occupied women. You couldn’t deny that the sight was truly out of this world sexy but you needed something, anything just more.

Eventually they took pity on your pathetic whimpers and whines for their attention and you became the main focus for them both. Larissa helped Marilyn by filling up her strap for her, while Marilyn used her mouth to wet Larissa’s dick, nothing to drastic but enough to make Larissa moan ever so slightly, “oh Mari fuck!” As the red head swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip. Next thing you new Larissa had you placed on all fours in the toward the end of the bed as Marilyn slotted in underneath you, head resting on the pillows, her fake cock wanting attention you’d gladly give.

“Now darling, daddy will give you what you want, but the moment that beautiful mouth of yours slips off mommys dick, I’ll stop so be a dear and let us use your holes like a good whore” Larissa demanded, before you could even reply, your head was pushed down onto the silicone toy and Larissa entered your leaking hole. Both women moved slowly until they found the perfect rhythm. When they found it you were a goner. You moaned and spluttered around the fake dick as it continued to hit the back of your throat with every thrust and Larissa’s cock hitting that spongy spot in your cunt with every ruthless thrust.

Your walls fluttering around her cock as you slacked your jaw to aid Marilyn. “Oh the little cock slut is gonna cum” Larissa taunted as. Marilyn moaned out, “oh fuck me too!” With a hand at the base of her cock she ordered you to stick your tongue out, only then did she cum all over it. “Darling, mommy may have cum but daddy hasn’t so be good and make mommy cum” she purred hands on your hips aiding her thrusts.

“Daddy. Daddy! Please I’m gonna please oh god” you mewled under her actions, “I know baby cum for daddy. Wanna feel you squeeze me” she panted out as you came and came hard. Marilyn hands now coming to toy with your breasts. Larissa didn’t stop though, she began to get more frenzied as your over sensitive walls fluttered around her dick. “Oh god daddy! Wanna take your cum! Please, daddy use me. Cum for me please!” You all but screamed as you came violently on her cock, Larissa seconds after spurting her cum into you eager cunt, “take it baby, take my cum. You’d look so cute bred with my seed.” She panted out not really realising what she was saying. “Oh fuck daddy more. Want more” you whined feeling another shoot of cum hitting your walls as she brought you both back down from the pleasure.

Slipping out of you carefully, Larissa and Marilyn immediately started to care for you, praising you for how good you were. You did so well and they were so proud. All three of you satisfied as you cuddled, you sandwiched between both their perfect bodies, brain hazy as you basked in the afterglow.

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into the aurora - chapter thirty-four (ot8)

chapter thirty-four: a careful kind of comfort

chapter summary: you find your way both into and out of grief

warnings: further discussions on loss, grief, and mourning.

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, smut

word count: 4.2K

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In the morning, you wake first like always. San sleeps curled towards you, one arm locked across your middle and a little crease between his brows. You know he’s worried, the type to try and bear everyone’s pain, and even now deep in sleep you can see the concern written across his face. You wonder when he fell asleep, if he and Yeosang talked, how he’s feeling with everything that happened yesterday. 

Shifting slowly in the covers you turn your head. Yeosang is sleeping soundly on his back, head to the side facing away, mouth open as he slowly and steadily breathes. There’s a few inches of space between you, but one of his broad hands still rests on your thigh. The way he looked at you last night is seared into your brain, his solid embrace keeping you grounded and helping you regain your breath. 

With extremely controlled movements, you find a way to extricate yourself from their hold and out of bed before they start to stir. You give it about a minute before San realizes he’s not cuddling something and gloms onto Yeosang, and the thought makes you smile. 

The dorms are quiet, still a bit early for everyone else, but you also know they have schedules today. If you remember correctly they are filming some content for the new year that will be posted on YouTube, and then it’s a mix of radio appearances and live content until the evening. It will be the first time you’re on your own since you told Yunho everything on the balcony. That feels like a year ago now, the past week so busy and full and emotionally draining that you can barely remember what he said to you that night. 

 With a sigh, you drag yourself into the kitchen and start the coffee machine. You’re deeply tired, spacing out a little as you watch the pot start to bubble and steam. Today might be a day to sleep, to finally get a little bit of time alone and recover before work begins for you again in the new year. The coffee seems to be taking forever to your tired mind, and your headache from last night is still a dull radiating throb at the back of your skull, so you take a deep breath and let yourself slide to the floor. 

You draw up your knees, resting your elbows here and dropping your face into your hands, leaning back on the cabinets behind you. It’s easy to just listen to the sounds of the coffee machine and space out, let your mind drift. It’s not clear how long you’ve been on the floor, but the coffee’s done brewing and you still haven’t gotten up the energy to stand again. 

“Jagiya? y/n?” Seonghwa’s tight, nervous tone brings you out of your drift, and your head snaps up. He’s standing at the entryway to the kitchen, but seems to relax when he sees your face. 

“Morning,” You give him a small smile. 

“Are you alright?” He seems hesitant, but takes a few steps forward. 

“Yeah,” You sigh. 

He glances up to the coffee machine and back down at you and smiles, “Okay,” he lets you be, starting to fix himself a cup of coffee, and when you hear him pour a second cup you know he’s getting you one too. 

“Hwa,” You look up to him and he shifts back from the counter immediately to see you. 

“Hmm?” 

“Are you alright?” You turn his question around. 

He looks confused for a moment, but instead of answering you directly he passes down a cup of coffee and eases himself down to the floor with you. He stretches his legs out long in front of him and rests his own cup of coffee on his thigh before turning to you again, “I’m worried,” 

“About me?” You chew the inside of your lip. 

“Mm,” He nods, “and everything else. Comeback, tour, this album… and yes, you too.” 

“I really don’t want to be a burden like that,” You shake your head. 

“Jagi,” He drops his head back against the cabinets behind him, “you’re the farthest thing, but I’m still going to worry. We’re partners, right? A team?” 

“Yes,” Your voice is small. 

“Well,” He rests a hand on your knee and squeezes gently, “I’m watching a member of my team hurting, and going through something… impossibly difficult,”

“It happened a long time ago, Seonghwa,” You murmur. 

“It may have,” He nods, “but I can see how fresh it is. You’re still grieving, love,” 

You can’t find anything to say to that.

He clears his throat, “You hid it from us extremely well,” 

“Hwa,” You twist towards him, “it wasn’t like that,” 

He holds up a hand, shaking his head, “I’m not accusing you of anything, I’m saying I didn’t see it. Yunho filled in some of the blanks for us, and thinking back, I can't believe I didn’t notice something earlier.” 

“You don’t know me that well,” The words slip out and you grimace. 

Seonghwa makes a noise, shaking his head, “I know it hasn’t been that long, but you’re wrong about that.” 

“I know,” 

“I don’t know that you do,” He says, squeezing you again, “and that’s okay, we’ve had years to get to know each other and learn each other’s patterns and moods. We’re still learning yours, but I promise you, we want to.” 

You turn your hand over, pressing it into his and gripping tight. 

“Also,” He sighs, “we’re used to spending most of our time with other men. We tend to process quietly and by ourselves, but when we need a problem solved or a moment of comfort, we lean on each other. That also means we don’t often pry and push each other.” 

Seonghwa takes a sip of his coffee and leans further back against the cabinets, “For most of us, this is our longest relationship. We’re not well versed,” 

“I wouldn’t say that,” You take a sip of your own coffee and let him continue. 

“Oh, no,” He smiles, joking a little to try and diffuse a little tension, “we’re great boyfriends.” 

“You are,” You nudge him with your shoulder. 

He nods and then says, “I think you need us to come to you,” 

“Hwa,” 

“I’m so grateful Yunho saw,” He turns, locking his gaze with yours, “I wish I had, but I’m thankful someone did. The idea of you being alone here,” he trails off. 

“I know,” You shake your head. 

“You’re not alone anymore,” He insists, squeezing your hand tight in his, “You’re not and neither are we. And I’ll make sure you know that every day,” 

“Baby,” You flounder. 

“I know what we have is fun,” Seonghwa continues, “but it’s also real. Before we met you, we had been through so much as a team. There was a lot of pain, and loss, both professionally and personally. We’ve seen each other injured, heartbroken, and grieving just the same,” 

Your heart clenches in your chest, and if you had more tears to cry you’re sure they would be welling up again. 

“We’re no strangers to it,” He explains, softening, “so don’t be scared to tell us. Don’t worry you’re a burden, or that it’s not the right time. You’re good at protecting yourself, I know that now. You’re so strong,” 

“Dont,” You sigh. 

“Stop interrupting my big speech,” He tugs at your hand to draw your eyes back up to his. 

“Sorry,” 

He leans in, pressing a quick chaste kiss to your mouth and then takes a breath to finish, “What I’m saying is that you have us now, just like we have you. We all want to protect your heart, so please, let us.” 

You don’t have the stomach to think through the thought that flickers through your brain - that what you might need to protect your heart from the most is them. You let it pass. You focus on the weight of Seonghwa’s hand in yours.

“There’s eight of us,” He nudges you, “we can take shifts.” 

The tension in your mind dissipates at his easy teasing and you sigh, a light laugh on your lips. “Okay,” You concede, smiling. 

“Good,” He sighs heavily, kissing the back of your hand and shifting on the tile floor. “Now, what are you doing on the floor?” 

It seems comical now, and you laugh, shaking your head and shrugging, “I was just really tired,” 

A little crease between his brows appears as he cups your cheek, “Let’s get you back to bed, then,” 

“You’ll have to kick Yeo and Sannie out for me,” You smile, “they were hogging the covers.” 

“Love to,” He grins at the mere idea of getting to mess with his juniors. 

“Can you just sit with me for a minute though?” You lean into his side. 

“Mhm,” He sets his coffee to the side, taking yours from your hands and doing the same before looping an arm over your shoulders and tucking you into his chest. 

He runs his fingers through your hair as you rest with him, and his presence is a comfort you didn’t know you needed this morning. You are tired, but it’s a different kind of exhaustion. You need to sleep, yes, but you also need to wash away this week of grief. He holds you without any more prying, seeming to understand that what you need is a moment of quiet. For a moment you start to nod off against him, an image of your last night at Yunho’s family home in your mind’s eye. 

You push away from Seonghwa after a moment, not wanting to literally fall asleep on him, and scrub your hands over your eyes, “Can I have that coffee?” 

“Sure,” He passes it back to you. 

You take a long sip now that it’s lukewarm and sigh, “Seonghwa… can I ask for your advice?” 

His brows raise and he nods eagerly, turning towards you on the floor, “How can I help?” 

“I’m,” You search for the right way to ask this, feeling the weight of the question on your tongue, “struggling to make a decision about something.” 

“Ah,” He nods again, “tell me,” 

“At Yunho’s,” You cross your legs and turn towards him, “he gave me a gift, but I’m not sure what to do with it.”

“What was the gift?” 

“He told you the rest, right?” You double check, “About why I left home?” 

“He did,” Seonghwa confirms. 

“Right,” You decide it’s time to let them help. If they want to, if they’re here, staying consistent and steady for you every day, it’s time. “He bought me a ticket home,” 

“Was that a good gift or a bad gift?” He asks, not quite able to gauge it. 

“Good,” You assure him, “but I don’t know what I should do.” 

“What are your options?” He smoothes a hand across your forearm. 

“I could go home now,” You verbalize finally the thoughts you’ve been pouring over since Yunho put the ticket in your hands. He nods, and you continue, “or I could wait.” 

“Do you want to go home now?” He asks. 

“I want to move on,” You confess, “I want to be done feeling like this.” 

“Are you ready to move on?” 

“I don’t know,” 

He takes your hand in his, massaging the center of your palm gently with his thumb while he thinks through what you’ve said. He chews on his lip for a moment before he says, “Can I ask a personal question?” 

“Isn’t this all personal?” 

“This might be more so,” He offers. 

You nod, and watch as he forms the words. 

“Do you want to go home to grieve and say goodbye, or do you want to try and see your father?” He murmurs. 

His words stop you, your body tensing up at the thought. You won’t lie, you miss your house and the way the road curls up and around the hill, the way the walkway to your front gate always seems dusted in plum blossoms. Wild growth of pink and purple azaleas bursting from behind the stone gate, starkly different from your neighbors manicured greenery. She loved color, and your father loved her. You picture the long wood bench outside your front door, the place he took tea every day as he watched her work her hands into the dirt to coax every bud forth for spring blooms. You can see Tae-Hyun’s rain boots by the front door, caked in mud. Your backpack dropped on the bench and spilling over, books scattered on the stone porch. Your headache throbs. 

“I don’t know,” You finally manage. 

“Then you’re not ready, love,” He murmurs, smoothing a hand down your hair, “and there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“It’s been years,” You sigh. 

“I don’t think that matters,” He says, his voice an easy comfort, “people say time heals, and it does, but I don’t think they ever say how much time.” 

“That doesn’t seem fair,” 

“It isn’t,” He murmurs, “I know it isn’t,” 

“Hwa,” Your eyes flutter shut as he runs his thumb along your jawline, “I’m so sorry I lied,” 

“You’re forgiven,” 

In his hands you feel an ease. He’s propping you up, a supportive beam for you to finally release, your body soft and sluggish with exhaustion and your mind falling quiet. 

“It’s time for bed,” When you open your eyes again, he’s smiling softly, “let me take you back,” 

You glance at the time. Everyone would start to wake in another thirty to forty-five minutes. There’s a scenario in which you could push through, stay awake and start your day and let them leave to be none the wiser to your feelings, but the way Seognhwa said ‘bed’ sounds too good. 

“Okay,” You concede, “when do you all leave?” 

“Seven,” He says. 

“Maybe I’ll rest all day,”

“Mm,” Seonghwa nods, easing himself up off the floor and taking your arms to lift you up to your feet with him, “rest, and eat good food, and do something that makes you happy. And we’ll bring home something good for dinner, and we can spend all night together, just together.” 

“That’s perfect,” You nod, “I think I might,” 

“Then let me tuck you in,” He keeps his hands on you, as if you might just run off if he doesn’t make sure you get there. 

As you move through the main space you pause though, “Hwa,” 

“Hmm?” 

“Yeosang and San,” You start to say, and then you realize what you want, “let them sleep a little longer, they were up so late with me. Can you take me to Yunho?” 

“Sure,” He smiles softly, “let’s go,” 

You creep through the bottom floor to their door, and when you open it, you’re struck by the chilly air from the unit that is usually running a little less icy than this. Yunho must have taken advantage of San sleeping in your room last night, you realize. It’s dark in here, but when the light from the hall casts a warm glow you see Mingi too, sprawled out on San’s bed, his clothes from yesterday still on, but a blanket pulled up over him. 

You tug Seonghwa’s hand, leading him with you to Yunho’s bed, and you’re grateful that Yunho tends to sleep along one side of the bed naturally and not starfished in the middle, because it lets you ease into his covers without pushing him around. 

“Good?” Seonghwa murmurs as you settle back against the pillow. 

“Stay?” You counter, hoping he won’t leave and he’s comfortable enough. 

Seonghwa’s eyes flick to Yunho’s sleeping form, but he nods anyway and lets you tug him down to rest along your opposite side. You tuck the available comforter around you both, and find Yunho’s hand under the covers to hold while you continue resting on Seonghwa’s chest. 

Yunho shifts, rolling, and makes a noise in the back of his throat as he does, “Everything okay?” His voice is still thick with sleep, and his eyes are closed. 

“Mhm,” You soothe him, “go back to sleep,” 

He sighs through his nose, his dry mouth making a little pop sound as he mouth falls back open and you smile against Seonghwa’s t-shirt. 

“Is this okay?” You nuzzle into his firm chest. 

“Of course,” He whispers. 

Yunho makes another noise to your right, only this time you can tell he’s waking. He rolls further towards you, catching you in one of his strong arms and dragging you a little closer to him, bumping Seonghwa in the process. At your little surprised yelp, Yunho finally opens his eyes. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing, it’s early,” You kiss him softly, hoping he’ll just fall back into sleep. 

Yunho blinks harder, focusing his eyes to try and actually assess your face, and then glances up to see Seonghwa at your side. “Hyung?” He says, voice gravelly with the morning. 

“Sorry,” Seonghwa shrugs, “she needed you,” 

“I asked him to stay,” You turn into Yunho’s embrace, “I can’t sleep,” 

“Okay,” Yunho nods, “Tuck in,” 

His eyes are bleary but determined, and he gestures with his hand for you to come snuggle against his chest. After spending time at his family home, and the way he held you there while you swam through your hardest pockets of grief, you find his arms to be the most steadying place. He settles them around you with ease, just like he did at home, and he sweeps his hand up and down your back. 

After a few moments he kisses your hair, “Do you need to talk, sweetheart?” 

“No,” You shake your head into his chest, “I’m okay,” 

He snakes a hand up the back of your sweatshirt to feel your bare skin, “You feel warm,” he comments. 

Seonghwa’s hand darts between you both, resting over your forehead, “Hmm, you do feel a little feverish,”

“I don’t feel sick,” You assure them, “just exhausted,” 

“Mm,” Yunho cuddles you closer, “still, I think you have a bit of a fever,” 

“Then you really shouldn’t be all over me like this,” You push away from his chest a little. 

“If you’re sick, we’re sick,” He brushes you off, “that’s how it works when we live in such close quarters.”

 “Any other symptoms?” Seonghwa squeezes your hip. 

“Headache,” You sigh, “but honestly, I think that’s from crying.” 

“Oh, love,” Seonghwa sighs.

But Yunho shakes his head, actively problem solving again, “You’ll give yourself a migraine. What you need is a long, long sleep, some medicine, and some time to relax.” 

“I think that’s the plan for today to be honest,” You murmur. 

“Good,” 

“What’s going on over here?” Mingi’s voice startles you all, and you jump in Yunho’s arms, twisting around until you see Mingi. 

“God, you scared me, I thought you were asleep,” You laugh, falling back into the pillows. 

“I was,” He yawns and climbs onto the bed without a thought, “but you were all talking,” 

“Mingi, what are you,” Your words are cut off, he pushes himself smoothly between you and Yunho and tugs you against him until you're sandwiched between him and Seonghwa. 

“Morning, hyung,” Mingi says sleepily to Seonghwa, before reaching back with one arm and grabbing Yunho’s hand, tugging him around you both so that he’s effectively spooning the two of you. 

“Needy,” Yunho gripes, but you know he doesn’t mean it that way. 

“Go to sleep,” Mingi groans, throwing a leg over you and pulling you closer. 

“I guess we could get thirty more minutes,” Yunho offers. 

“Don’t guess,” Mingi snuggles closer into the pillows. 

“Let’s sleep,” You yawn, reaching for Seonghwa’s hand so you can twine your fingers together. 

“Mhm,” Mingi murmurs low. 

You drift off tangled with all three of them, but when you wake you’re alone again, tucked into Yunho’s bed with one of San’s old plushies. You stretch and yawn, checking the clock and seeing that it’s already noon. On your Yunho’s nightstand is a cool glass of water, a bottle of cold medicine, and a pack of red ginseng. 

You squint to read Yunho’s hastily written note - Don’t argue, take these.

You stretch your aching limbs, stiff from being positioned in one spot during deep sleep. You don’t feel sick at all, or feverish, but you don’t argue either. You suck the ginseng out of the packet, grimacing at the sharp flavor, and wash it down with the water. 

They’ll be out for several hours yet, at least seven or eight with their overlapping schedules, and even then they might be later if they stay and workshop some of the new choreography. With your afternoon, you have nothing but time and space to get your head on straight. You rest in Yunho’s bed for a little longer, watching the city moving outside, the dorms quiet, only the low thrum of the heater keeping you company. 

What you need is a change of scenery. 

You’re not sure where you’re going at first, it isn’t until you’re on the subway and you see the stop that it all comes together. 

When you make it to the river, it takes time to remember how to find his spot. The last time you were here it was dark and far less busy, but you walk the path anyways and try to remember how many turns you had taken, which way he led you. Curling around the path, you finally see it. You step gingerly over the rocks, making your way down to the little secluded spot, and you settle yourself on the slab of rock. 

You can see why he chose this place. With the busy park and paths behind you, you would have expected this spot to feel less comforting in the bright light of day, but what you find instead is a warm private little notch to rest your mind. 

You stay awhile and watch the water and the way the sun glitters across it like tiny daytime stars. You let yourself feel it all, how deep your feelings for them run. How much unexpressed love has been caught in your body for years, desperate to pour out of you with the acknowledgement of real, honest grief. Somehow the way you’ve learned to love them has reminded you of so much, so many tightly locked emotions and memories that you had neatly packed away. 

You’re not sure how long you’re resting on the rocks before your phone starts ringing. 

Hongjoong. 

“Hello?” You pick up, clearing your throat softly from the lack of use today. 

“How are you feeling?” Hongjoong asks, “Seonghwa said you might be sick?”

“I’m not,” You assure him, “he and Yunho thought I might be, but I’m feeling much better,” 

“No fever?” He presses. 

“No, Joong,” You smile, leaning on your knees, “I promise,” 

“Are you resting?” He asks. 

“I slept until noon,” You tell him, “you don’t have to worry.” 

“Hm,” He sighs, “I always worry,” 

“I know,”

There’s a pause, and you can almost see him pacing at the back of the set. He makes another small noise and then says, “Where are you anyways?” 

“Oh,” You didn’t realize he could hear anything in the background, but it might just be the sound of wind on the speaker, “I’m at the river,” 

“Why?” His voice softens, “it’s freezing today, you’ll give yourself a cold if you don’t have one already.” 

You chew your lip, tears welling up at the way he’s fretting over you. You swallow and blink back the emotions, “It’s helping,” 

“It is?” He murmurs. 

“Yeah,” You take a deep breath, “it really is,” 

“Are you at least wearing a hat or something?” He asks, and you can hear the way his voice drops a little. Someone must be close by and you smile. 

“Mhm,” You sigh, “and I’m going home soon anyways,” 

“Alright,” He says, “well, that’s good,” 

You want to ask him why he called, but you know deep down that he probably can’t stop thinking about last night. You know Seonghwa and Yunho would have filled him in on this morning too. 

He’s quiet, just listening to you. You sit with him for a little longer, watching clouds of your breath dissipating into the air. 

 “Hongjoong,” You murmur after a little while. 

“Yeah?”  

“I think I’m going to be okay,” You tell him, as the realization sinks into your body. 

He’s silent for a moment but then he clears his throat softly and says, “Yes, you will be, I promise,” 

Words gather on your tongue, but you let them fade. 

“You really should get out of the cold, baby,” Hongjoong says quietly. 

“I will,” You nod as if he can see you. 

“I have to go,” He says after a beat, “it’s almost my turn on set, but I… I just wanted to see if you were doing alright,” 

“I am,” You assure him again, “you don’t have to worry about me.” 

“We’ll see you soon,” He says, “and if you need anything,” he lets his voice trail off, letting you fill in the blanks. 

“Go back to work, baby,” You pull yourself up off the rocks and stretch, “I’ll be home when you’re done, but for now, don’t focus on me.” 

“Tonight, then,” He says. 

“Tonight,” 

It takes him another minute to hang up on you, but you don’t mind, you love his voice and the way his nervous checking makes you feel whole. You watch the river for another minute, before wrapping your coat around you a little more tightly, and heading back the way you came, heading for home. 

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standing at the crossroads: chapter 8

Captain Levi is your lover. But more importantly, he’s your superior, and you’re well prepared to follow him to hell if he needs you to. And when people start turning into titans, and every bloody death is one step closer to the truth, hell may be exactly where you’re going.

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chapter warnings: female!reader, smut, feelings a lot of feelings, penetrative sex, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), creampie, extremely lovey dovey sex

a/n: There are a lot of references to past chapters in this one, I’m curious to see how many people recognize them! But more importantly, this chapter has been a long time coming, and I am immensely satisfied with how it came out. This is it, the climax (ha) of Levi and reader’s love story, the most romantic thing I have ever written, and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Appropriately coming out on our baby’s birthday <3

Starting the second the sun begins to dip under the horizon, you can safely claim that there will never again be a night like this. That seems like a sad declaration, but it’s not, it’s really just you acknowledging how special tonight feels. One arm wrapped around Ricky’s, you lean against his shoulder as you walk back to the base. You’re a perfect combination of cold and warm, and you have no doubt that the night sky has never looked more vast, nor more beautiful.

After a trip to the graveyard where you both had paid your respects to many, many people, a visit to the post office to send Millie the three pages you promised her, and a short trip elsewhere, you two were finally going home. 

Ricky’s sweater is comfy, if a little scratchy against your cheek. You move your head back and forth, trying to find a good position until you pull away and sweetly inform him that his shoulder is bony. He pinches your cheek just hard enough to sting in rebuttal.

Never a night like this, indeed.

“I heard they have meat for us today.” He slings his arm around you. “But you’ve had plenty of that in the past few years, haven’t you?”

“You’re such a teenage boy!” A laugh bubbles out from your chest. “Is that really the best you can do?”

“I could talk about how his missing inches probably haven’t transferred over—”

“Hey now, watch it, only I can make that joke.”

“Understood,” Ricky hums. “That being said, I want to ask you…”

“Hm?”

“I hope that he’s the reason you didn’t do anything stupid just now.”

Some people are brave, facing down titans and evil governments. Other people are braver, accusing you of being stupid of all things. With a jab in his arm, you say, “I kept to our deal, don’t you worry.” After a pause, you also confess, “I hope you did too.”

“I did, kid.” He takes your hand, waiting for the inevitable squeeze before inspecting the cuts that have turned into scars on your palm. You don’t necessarily need to mention that both your hands are alike in that manner. “You got this saving the commander.”

“Very good. Now how about this one?” You cheekily point to one just barely concealed by your collar. 

But it doesn’t look like Ricky’s in a quizzing mood. Instead, he traces his thumb over the scar, and even though there isn’t even any lingering pain anymore, you still feel the urge to wince. 

“He ordered you to watch over him, didn’t he? Captain Levi?”

Slipping your hand out of his and into the tight fit of your pocket, you toss out your best response to battle the concern in his question. “He’s given me a lot of orders. And—” You hold up a finger before he can interrupt. “The ones that have given me scars are not the ones I regret.”

Ricky looks at you a long while, but you’ve chosen your battles, including the one where you abandoned him—something he still doesn’t know about and something you hope you can take to your grave. There’s only so much repent you could show for something like that. Maybe he would forgive you, but you’ll never forgive yourself. And at the same time, you don’t know that you wouldn’t do it all over again if you were put back in that bloody battlefield. That’s where the real regret comes from.

“Had that cheesy-ass line ready to go, did you?” 

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes mirthfully. “I’m trying out an altruistic mindset.”

“Don’t try out things you can’t spell,” Ricky sings, then dodges your fist. 

The two of you bicker all the way back, until you reach the mess hall, where people are filing out, looking unnaturally well fed. Hange pats your shoulder, whispering in your ear about an inconspicuous-looking plate she saved on the corner of the table against the back wall. You’re not hungry, but you thank her anyway. Moblit shuffles past too, yawning. With her hand on his back, Hange looks at him tenderly. You hide your smile and let them walk away, together.

Ricky grabs his own plate to go and bids you goodnight, which is when you hear a soft kicking. You follow the source to Sasha, tied up with a gag in her mouth and wide eyes. 

Well, it’s not hard to see what happened here.

“They ate it in front of me!” she wails the second you kneel down and take the gag out of her mouth. “And left me here for the captain to find! I got—maybe two bites, Lieutenant.” Her eyes are shiny with almost genuine tears. “And I think one of those bites was Jean’s hand instead of the meat!”

“You think?” You make quick work untying her binds too, laughing. “Do I need to get him a bandage?”

Sasha rubs her wrists ruefully. “I’m sure all the meat he ate after was all the healing he needed. At least until he and Eren started beating each other up.” Your brows raise. “They’re fine. Not sure what it was about, but Captain Levi stopped them before either of them could pass out. He didn’t notice me on the floor,” she pouts, “even though I kicked my feet and everything.”

This time you hold back the laugh. You’ll hope that’s the case and not that he willingly left her there. “The table against the back wall should have a plate with some leftovers. Knock yourself out.”

Her eyes widen. Then she throws her arms around you, crying out excitedly. “You’re my favorite lieutenant ever! I’ll be in your service forever! I’ll follow you for the rest of my life! I’ll—”

“I’ll hold you to all of that.” You grin at her, nodding your head towards the table. “Go eat, Sasha, you’ll need your energy for tomorrow.”

She bounces away, a spring in her step that you hope she never loses. 

It’s a very real risk come morning, though.

You’re not nervous. You’re not cocky either. You’re concerned, of course, of such a high stakes mission, but with Eren’s newfound abilities and the way Hange has her death machine running day and night, you have a chance. Just a chance, one that everyone is ready to seize. This is the first official mission since the 57th, and even if your squad isn’t with you, they got you this far. Their sacrifice is the reason humanity even has the opportunity to take back Wall Maria.

And you’re going to do it hand in hand with Levi. There have been worse odds.

When you start walking, your legs navigate, roaming around until they lead you outside. Mikasa’s sitting on the steps, looking up at the sky. 

“Need some company?”

She doesn’t even flinch. Clever girl probably heard you coming. “I’m about to go inside, I think it may drizzle.” She peers up at where you’re standing, blinking softly. “You can have this spot if you’d like.”

“Nah, I’m looking for someone.”

“I haven’t seen him since he beat Eren and Jean up,” Mikasa says simply. Your lips quirk. If opposites attract, like forces certainly repel. 

You take a seat next to her despite what she said. “Anything on your mind?”

“Just the expedition tomorrow.” She looks at you tiredly. “It’s not too much to ask for a successful one for once, right?”

Blowing out of a puff of air, you shake your head. “No, it’s not too much to ask. But ask me tomorrow and I might have a different answer.”

“I won’t,” Mikasa decides, “I’ll only ask once everything is over.”

“That’s a good idea,” you murmur, lightly ruffling her hair. She—unconsciously, it seems—leans into your touch. “Come and find me after we have Wall Maria back and you’ve confirmed Eren and Armin are alright.”

Finally, she stands, nodding at you, a nonverbal promise. You stand too, now continuing down the steps. Her voice calls out after you.

“Aren’t you going to find the captain?”

“Oh, I know exactly where he is,” you say casually.

“Then,” she asks, confused, “why were you looking for him?”

All she sees is a shrug of your shoulders from behind. “You can know where someone is and still have to work to find them. I think you know that. Good night, Mikasa.”

You step behind the walls in front of the base, waiting for the soft footsteps to disappear, confirming she’s left. 

A second passes, and then Levi drawls, “It’s a wonder you didn’t study moral philosophy.”

“Too morally corrupt for it,” you respond brightly, offering your hand. “Are you gonna sleep out here all night?”

“Maybe.” His head tilts up, the moonlight gleaming in his eyes—beauty reflected in beauty. “Would you stay with me?”

Despite his words, he takes your hand and you tug him up. “Of course. Until it got chilly. Then I’d leave you for the wolves.”

He laughs, and you commit the sound to memory. Even though you feel the ground beneath your fight, the night sky makes it easy to forget that you’re standing anywhere else but a large expanse of night, an infinite void that you and he are safe in forever. Up here, you don’t need food or water or even oxygen, just his not so gentle gaze and callous palms. 

His hands find your hips and yours find his shoulders, thumbs skimming over his collarbone. 

“You’re very handsome,” you say quietly, smiling. “Have I ever told you that?”

Levi presses his lips to your cheek without kissing it. “You might have mentioned it. Why don’t you elaborate?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, sounds like an attempt to get me to keep talking. You know I have a lot to say about my favorite subject.”

He smiles too, you feel it on your skin, and you don’t know if you should thank or scold him for absolutely ruining your life.

It starts to rain all of a sudden, making the both of you look up. The space you’re in provides enough cover that neither of you get wet, but you frown regardless. 

“Oh man, I hope this doesn’t mess us up tomorrow. We have enough to worry about without adding muddy roads to the list.”

Expecting to hear an agreement, you turn back to him questioningly when you don’t get one. Levi’s looking at you in a sort of expectant way.

“It’s raining,” he tells you matter-of-factly.

“Yeah. So?”

You know he’s up to something when his lips twist in a sort of cruel way, but you still don’t expect it when he brings his palms up and shoves you back into the rain, drenching you all at once.

Your hands shoot up to provide a useless cover—water drips down your face and soaks your cheeks. It falls from your fingertips and absolutely soaks your favorite generic military uniform. For a second, an offended cry is on the tip of your tongue. Then, you realize that once upon a time, if anyone, even your best friend pushed you out into the rain, you’d have thanked them.

Then you realize your best friend did push you into the rain, and you don’t hate it all.

Levi has an impeccable smirk as he watches you. “Much more natural. Go on, do a spin.”

You’ll do him one better. Reaching forward, you grab his hand and yank him out as well, ignoring his yelp.

“Petty minx,” he bites, once you wrap your arms around his neck, cackling. “Ever heard of being the bigger person?”

“Nope!”

“You’re such a—”

“I can’t hear you!” you chirp gleefully. “What was that?”

In response, he takes your face in his hands, wiping away at every drop that falls even as more come. You’re sure that come tomorrow, he’ll continue on wondering in his pretty head why you are so ready to lay your life down for him. 

Reaching out, you run a hand through his wet locks, down to the back of his neck, certain that there is a way for him to get closer.

“I said,” Levi huffs a bit dramatically, “will you spend the night with me?”

“That didn’t sound like what you were saying.”

“Get your ears checked.” When you jokingly place a hand over each of his ears, he tilts his face forward with closed eyes and a pleased expression, letting you hold him in your hands. “Yes or no, Lieutenant?”

You let one of your hands fall from his face down to his fingers, raising them to press a soft kiss to the pad of his thumb. 

“How could I refuse, Captain?”

Levi intertwines his fingers with yours before you can let go, and the two of you make your way in the rain, with him guiding you back the long way back in. The water soothes your fears, until your heart beats in time with the pulse you can feel on his wrist. Like kids. you two run in the rain, laughing softly as though you’re in on one of the universe’s biggest inside jokes.

The shivers set in when you reach his bedroom, both of you immediately losing your orange jackets. Levi locates two towels and tosses one for you to wrap yourself in while he rummages through the little drawer he keeps to store your clothes in. 

In a surprisingly non-depressing way, you wonder as you watch him, what would happen if you died tomorrow. Would you die happy, fulfilled? Well, maybe not if a titan eats you—an obligatory shiver runs down your spine—but the method would be irrelevant when your life flashed before your eyes. And you know the memory that you would never be able to recall is telling Levi clearly, without any contesting whatsoever, that you love him.

It shouldn’t be a big deal. And it isn’t that big a deal, but it’s still never been said. For years, the matter has felt like you’ve been chasing Levi and he’s been sidestepping no matter how fast you go, no matter how long you reach your arm out. But now it’s different, because for a brief moment it switched, and Levi was the one chasing you, reaching out for you only for you to slip away. It feels like you’ve finally put each other through enough and can now stop running.

“Levi?” you probe, as he finds a shirt for you and stands. “I want to say it.”

It’s such a strange thing to ask consent for, but Levi meets your eyes. You tilt your head, not blinking, holding the towel tighter around yourself like it’ll guard your heart. 

“By it,” he says lowly, placing your shirt to the side, “I assume you mean what I’ve avoided saying so far.”

“We’ve both avoided it.”

“Because of me.”

Well, that’s not entirely untrue. “Yes.” You take a step closer to him. “That. Can I say it?”

“You can say whatever you want.” Levi takes a step too, eyes filled with hesitancy. “But…I’d like…to say it first.”

Swallowing, you nod. “Right. Um, go ahead.”

For a few seconds, you stare at each other helplessly. It shouldn’t be difficult, it’s certainly not difficult to think. But you understand, watching his fingers tremble slightly, exactly why it’s so difficult to say.

It’s dark inside, but the moonlight streaming in through the windows lets you read every single emotion on his face.

“You don’t have to.” You finally break the silence, deciding that it isn’t worth it. 

“Yes, I do.” Levi comes even closer, and your hand meets his before he can reach too far. “But I can’t. Every time I try, I just remember—I remember…”

Isabel. Farlan. Kenny, his mother, all the soldiers that have died so far. The ache of loving so deeply only to hurt worse. You squeeze his hands.

He really doesn’t have to. Just the fact that it pains him so much to try, because he so clearly wants to, is all the answer you need. Any more would be appreciated, but it’s not necessary.

“Promise me one thing, then.” You pause. “Three things, actually.”

Three rules, if he will. Very much like the beginning of your relationship.

“Tell me,” Levi says quietly, slowly undoing your wet hair and combing his fingers through it. 

“Don’t say it if we’re about to die, or in some heat of the battle moment.” Taking his free hand, you rest your cheek against it, shivering at the delightful chills that go down your back from his touch. As you murmur your request, you remember Lily. “If you say it, I want to be right here, in your room, on the bed, and I want you to kiss me after.”

“Such a bossy woman,” he breathes, his way of agreeing. “Deal.”

With nimble fingers, he starts to undo the buttons on your uniform. “The second thing is…about the injection.”

His fingers halt.

“Use your best judgment,” you say quickly, “but unless you absolutely have to and there’s no other choice, don’t…don’t use it on me.”

There’s silence behind you, so you turn to face him. Levi doesn’t look angry, but the tilt of his brow demands an explanation.

“I don’t want to be a titan.” You cross your arms over your chest, meeting the rough cloth of your bra. Your shirt, half unbuttoned, exposes you to the breeze that’s ever present in the base. “I know that it’s…not necessarily up to me, but—”

Levi gets down on his knees, interrupting you mid sentence. Perhaps it’s your upbringing, or perhaps it’s just who you are as a person, but his position doesn’t fill you with the disgust that he’d had when you kneeled down to him.

In all honesty, you think Levi looks absolutely divine on his knees. 

“I’m never going to turn you into something you don’t want to be.” He looks up at you, as if in worship. “It’s bad enough that I turned you into something I didn’t want you to be.”

It’s so wrong, to get a thrill out of him gazing upon you like this. To stare, transfixed, at your captain at your feet, not to assist you in any way, not for any practical reason, but to pledge his undying loyalty. It makes you feel guilty enough that you sink down next to him, in your rumpled clothing and pull him into your arms.

He holds you just as tightly as you hold him, and he has a strong grip, but you don’t feel suffocated for a second. 

“My bratty fucking duchess,” Levi mumbles fondly into your hair, “what’s your third rule?”

You’d almost forgotten it. Honestly, it was more of a joke, meant to lessen the seriousness of the first two. You might as well go three for three. 

“If something does happen to me tomorrow, you have to wait the customary three months.”

Levi pulls back with a confused frown and crossed brows. “Three months?”

“Mmhm.” You stand, pulling him up with you before taking the rest of your uniform off. As you change into the shirt he’s provided, you explain. “Usually I’d insist on four months, but I’m the nicest person in the world, so I’m giving you three.”

“Three months,” he says again, in a disbelieving tone.

“What, can’t rein it in that long?” Once your shirt is pulled over your head, you turn to him with a grin. “Fine, two months but only if you mourn especially hard. Visit my grave every day, leave roses. Only red ones”

“Shut up.”

There’s a slight puncture in his words. You stop for a second, observing him.

“I’m joking, you know, I don’t plan on dying tomorrow.”

Levi rolls his eyes, scoffing. “Do you think I’m not used to your shitty humor by now? I’m talking about this dumbass rule. Three months? Three months before I move on with someone else?”

“Two months if you—”

“You know damn well that even after two lifetimes I wouldn’t be able to move on.” His eyes bear into yours. “And if you don’t, then I’m telling you now. Three months, three years, three centuries. I don’t care. You’re it. There’s no one else.”

Your throat feels slightly dry. “Well, that’s a bit rash.”

“If I die tomorrow, will you move on after three months?”

“No,” you say immediately, not surprised at all by the jerk reaction, “but it’s different. You’re…you. I’m me. There’s a lot of people like me out there.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I mean it! There’s plenty of girls who—”

Levi’s hand grips your cheeks, smushing them together and effectively shutting you up. “Three lifetimes,” he tells you firmly, in his captain voice, like it’s an order. “Three lifetimes, and then I’ll come find you, and you’ll annoy me into caring for you all over again. Understood?”

Sure, you get it, it’s just your heart jumped so suddenly in your chest that you’re powerless to do anything but nod. An unsteady, furious beat plays within, a love that you are afraid of. A storm that blows you away, takes the gift of breath straight from your lips and throws you around, only to shove you unceremoniously back into his arms again.

Wordlessly, you start unbuttoning his shirt, sure that he’ll get sick if he stays in these wet garments any longer. All the while, you feel his eyes on you, as though he’s still silently peeved that you offered him three months to get over you. 

It hits you then that you’d really rather not wait three lifetimes for a future where titans hopefully won’t exist. You’d rather grow old with him in this life, then the next, then the next. Irritate and adore him for all eternity.

Never have you wanted to live more than this.

Keeping his top half bare, Levi puts on a pair of expensive-looking cotton pajamas, a gift from you that he’d reluctantly gotten very comfortable in. You admire his back for a second, letting your eyes roam over the only person who you could see naked a million times and still be unbearably smitten by.

You step up behind him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in the hair at the nape of his neck. Levi gasps, both from how cold your hands are and because of how sensitive his nape is, but his hands curl around yours automatically, keeping them pressed against his stomach. The sound he makes sends the brewing hurricane in your chest raging even harder. You could stand here forever, in this hurricane, as long as you were in the center with him.

“Ah,” he whines, when you press your lips to the sensitive spot on the back of his neck, “s-stop, or we won’t make it to the bed.”

“That sounds good to me,” you whisper into his ear, “who says I want to sleep?”

“Me,” and that’s all the warning he gives you before he heaves you up in his arms bridal style and tosses you onto the sheets. Before you can even spout your first insult, he’s on top of you, pushing your hair to the side and staring down smugly at his work of art. 

One quick rude gesture, and then you lock his legs between yours, flipping him over so he’s the one splayed out on the pillow instead of you. 

Levi looks impressed despite himself, as he flicks your forehead in retribution. You pretend to reel back in pain, falling in bed besides him. He’s warm enough for you, but he drapes the thin blanket over the two of you regardless. 

“That’s one-zero for me,” you say happily, moving in closer to share his pillow. “(L/N) wins again.”

“If that’s what you want to believe,” he responds, perfectly stoic and condescending at the same time. It makes you giggle childishly, diverting your attention to drawing intricate patterns on his chest with your finger. “You’re wide awake, aren’t you?”

“Too much on my mind.” You draw a daisy, then color it in.

“Not tomorrow’s mission.” He knows when you’re anxious, and this isn’t that.

“No, actually.” Levi’s hand slides under your shirt, resting on your waist. “I was just thinking about what you said earlier.”

His nose scrunches, and you bite back a laugh. Maybe being all romantic causes him to have amnesia, or maybe he’s been so sweet on you tonight that he doesn’t remember which thing you’re talking about. Pushing down the urge to kiss his nose, you rest your head against his chest, a tad nervous to look him in the eye when talking about this.

“Say I don’t die tomorrow. Say you don’t die tomorrow either.” Such high standards you hold each other to. “Say we both live, and then stay alive. Then what?”

Levi doesn’t let you avert your gaze. He runs his thumb over your lashes, then tilts your chin up. “If we both live? We’ll fight another day, obviously.”

“No, I mean, say we get to that cellar tomorrow. And there’s a note that tells us exactly how to get rid of all titans forever.”

“Erwin says the next step is to eliminate threats—”

“The note tells us how to do that too.” No one can accuse you for not trying your best here. It’s hard to make a soldier used to war imagine anything else. “In fact, there’s a magic wand that solves all of our titan problems. We wave it and then we’re done. Then what?”

He laughs quietly, a soft exhale on your cheek. “Are you thinking of retirement? Bit young for that, aren’t you?”

“I’m old enough mentally to make up for my lack of years.” You stick your tongue out, making him snort.

“Oh yeah, you’re real mature. Surprised they haven’t given you your benefits already.”

“An oversight.” You want to kiss him, not just on the lips, but everywhere else, but you restrain yourself for what feels like the thousandth time just this week. “So? If we manage to defeat all titans and other enemies tomorrow, what future do you see for us?”

For us. It slips out before you can really think about it. But what else could you possibly say? You couldn’t imagine a life without him, titans or no titans. What would be the point of finishing this war if you couldn’t wake up in Levi’s arms every morning? What need did you have for anyone else when he was the only person you saw when you closed your eyes?

This is strictly forbidden territory when it comes to conversation. Imagining any kind of future has always been a dangerous venture no matter what. But you think it’s also dangerous for you not to ask. If there’s never going to be a night like this again, then you’ll never know what kind of fate you’re supposed to imagine for the day after tomorrow. 

Because maybe the war will end tomorrow. Life won’t stop afterwards, you think, it’ll go on and you’ll create a place in it with your captain if it’s the last thing you do.

Now if only you can convince Levi to indulge you—

“We’ll have a tea shop,” he starts. You meet his eyes in surprise, but all he does is tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear and continue. “The two of us. It’ll be on the corner of a busy street, with a sign that’s not too big, but we’ll paint it in bright colors so people always have to look. It probably won’t be the only tea shop on the block, but it’ll be the best one. We’ll have small tables and chairs set up, and white tiles on the floor that we’ll have to mop down every morning and every evening. You’re not even going to think of touching the tea we make for people, but we’ll serve other things too. Coffee and cakes and plain milk too, even if I have to stop you from drinking our entire supply yourself. I’ll make the drinks and you can serve tables, so people always have a pretty smile with their order.”

Earlier, you’d felt dizzy with the emotions he’d provoked in you. Now, you only feel like crying. 

He’s thought about this. He’s imagined a future with you.

Levi’s thumb runs across your lower lip. “Those brats will probably always be coming in to bother us, so you can assign shifts for them to help out. I suppose we’ll pay them for their efforts too. Somehow we’ll have to keep Sasha out of the kitchens and Armin inside so he can supervise. Hange’s not allowed inside anywhere. Your annoying blonde friend can only come where you’re here and it’ll most likely be the opposite for Erwin.” Then, as though he’s thought of something else, the corners of his lips turn up. “You’ll probably give me shit for talking to people, you’re the most jealous woman I know.”

Swallowing down the urge to take his hand and run away, you huff out shakily, “You know other women?”

A snort, and then he asks, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Well, that’s the future I see.” The thumb tracing over your lips strokes up your cheek, brushing your lashes, like he’s trying to find constellations in your skin. “What future do you see? What do you want to do if this war ends?”

You only think for a few seconds before responding. “Truthfully, I think I’d remain a soldier. There’s always a need for someone to perform their civic duties, right?”

His gaze is downright adoring. “So you’d like to keep helping people?”

You groan. “Don’t say it like that, you make me sound lame.”

“My darling,” Levi says with a fond smile, touching the tip of your nose, “you are lame.”

Yeah, you kind of are. It’s the truth, though. Despite the absolute horror of not being able to save someone, whether comrade or civilian, the relief when you do manage to save someone, or the pleasure of being able to make people relax, make them smile—that feeling is all-numbing, something that says the pain is worth it. And in a world without titans, maybe there would be less of the painful moments anyway. You don’t know, but Maria knows you want to find out.

“But that cuts into what you said, doesn’t it?” You’re musing now, quickly becoming addicted to the idea of a future, as unlikely as it is. “If I’m out soldiering”—Levi snorts, a huff of breath on your skin—”then I won’t be able to help with this marvelous tea shop. Or maybe I’ll work weekend shifts,” you tease, eyes shining, “but I expect a full salary.”

“You don’t have to work at all if you don’t want to. At the tea shop, that is.” You think he’s joking at first, but the thoughtful expression on his face gives you pause. “If you really are busy, you can work wherever you please and just visit. Or we won’t have a tea shop, and we’ll figure something else out.”

Levi shrugs, then, as though he didn’t just suggest discarding a dream he’s clearly fantasized about for a long, long time.

“We won’t have a tea shop?” you repeat. “What, just because it wouldn’t fit my schedule?”

“Mmhm.”

The same part of your heart that cracks at how easily he gives it up thrums in giddiness that he would give it up for you, though you’d jump out of a window before you let him do anything of the sort.

“So what? If I wanted to give up everything to live at the top of the highest mountain, would you?”

Levi looks at you, blinking, not a sliver of insincerity in his eyes. “I would.”

“If I wanted to spend the rest of my life traveling the world?”

“I would ask you which direction to go first.”

“If I wanted to touch the sky?”

“I’d help you bring back the moon.”

“If I…” Your voice cracks. “If I wanted to marry you?”

For some reason, there’s a pause after that one. For some reason, stealing the moon is not as heavy as the idea of you and Levi being husband and wife.

Levi brushes away the stray hairs on your face, cupping your cheeks in both his hands. “Do you want to marry me?”

Do you? Is this a proposal? 

No, it’s just a question, which means you can answer freely and honestly.

“I want to do everything with you.” Even things you thought you’d never want to do ever. “Marriage is just a thing, like all the rest.”

There’s so much more you want to say. You want to tell him how you would leap headfirst into a burning building for him, make a fool of yourself and cross the world twice just to see him smile. How he’s the man who gave you purpose, a gift you could never give him proper compensation for.

“Then yes.” Even though you’re in his bed, in a dark bedroom with only the moonlight illuminating you and him, it feels like you’ve just proposed in a field of flowers. “Yes, I would marry you.”

I would die for you, his eyes say, I would die for you, I would kill for you. Your dreams and wishes are my dreams and wishes. I am yours.

And you, the wild child, would tame yourself for him.

You, the loyal soldier, would desert for him. 

You, too, would destroy yourself for him, in a world that allowed you to.

And now, the only thought remaining in your lovestruck head is—why wait?

“Okay.” Rolling on top of you, you straddle his waist. Levi’s hands rise to rest on your hips. “Let’s get married tonight.”

His brow quirks, and you know he’s amused. The look he gives you makes you nostalgic, one filled with a combination of amusement and exasperation. “I know I just said I would try to do anything for you,” he says, “but that’s a bit of a tall order.”

“No it’s not. See?” You lean down and push his hair back from his forehead, smoothing your hands over it to make for a presentable hairstyle. As presentable as it can be while he’s splayed out under you in his bed, that is. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”

You can tell he’s trying to hold back a smile. Even though this is clearly ridiculous, your heart hammers in your chest regardless, almost the same as it would if you really were in a dress and he were in a suit, standing in front of each other. 

“What’s after that?”

“Dunno, I was waiting for you to continue it.”

“You’re the one who loves weddings.”

A pout forms on your features. “It’s been a long time since I’ve actually gone to one, Levi.”

He blows a cherry on your cheek, one hand sliding to the rest on the back of your neck. You doubt that Levi has been to many weddings, or any at all, but there is nothing but confidence in his voice when he speaks. “Marriage is the union of two souls, in body, mind and most importantly, legality.”

Your own laugh catches you off guard. Levi’s so fucking funny when he wants to be, you’d forgotten.

“Since this is a very legal union, we have elected not to use any rings.” Now you’ve switched to a very serious face—it’s tough business playing both the officiator and the bride at once. “Instead, we will skip straight to the vows. You first.”

“Why do I have to go first?”

“The groom always goes first.”

“Bullshit.”

“Fine.” You grin, glad he caught your fib. “You have to go first because mine is going to be better.”

Cruelly, his fingers dig into your waist, making you squirm, giggling. “And what makes you so sure of that?”

“Oh, darling,” you coo, resting your forehead against his, “you may be feeling very romantic tonight, but you forget I’m the one with the silver tongue.”

This presents itself to him like a challenge; somehow, it feels so natural to push each other’s buttons even when saying your vows. If you didn’t have him to try and compete with, would anyone even try to provoke you the way you want to be provoked? The only competition that gets the blood in your veins pumping is responsible for keeping your heart pounding as well.

“(F/N),” Levi begins, “You’re a pain in the ass, minx, do you know that? You always have been. Tell me, what kind of person smiles at the instructor on their first day of indoctrination?” The kind that was unknowingly and immediately attracted to him, you want to say, but you keep your mouth shut—these invaluable seconds belong to his words alone. “Not a single day has gone by since then that you haven’t surprised me. I’m always figuring out a puzzle with you. It never finishes, it just gets bigger and bigger. Back then, I didn’t understand what someone so charming, someone who could have anyone on their knees with a snap of her fingers, was doing at the military. It took me a long time to figure it out. I had to figure this out first.” Taking your hand, he places it over your own chest, then his. “You had to steal it for me to see properly. It took time, so much time. I’m glad it did, though.” Brushing your hair out of the way, Levi whispers in your ear intimately, as though someone may overhear this verbalization of his devotion that is only meant for you. “I’m so glad it took this long, because I got to unravel the girl behind the smile, even if it took years. Even if I’m still only halfway done. Maybe less than that.”

You can’t even try to understand how he could think any part of you was a mystery to him, when he’s the only one who knows every single bit that makes you up. Physically, mentally, emotionally, even spiritually, there is not a single thought or action that you partake in that does not have Levi’s familiarity. 

“Do you know what I found?” your captain murmurs, still speaking sweetly into your ear. “After unraveling tons of wrapping, after putting some of the puzzle pieces together, I found a girl that was charming, yes, but only after she was everything else first. First she was kind, then she was brave, then she was funny, loud, obnoxious, clever and beautiful—and it just kept going, like the dolls they sell in the market. Except she couldn’t be a doll, not when she was so lively.” There is a pause as Levi looks at you, eyes tender and familiar. “Everyone knows when you walk into a room. Everyone knows when you leave. I know more than that. The good deeds you try so desperately hard to hide, the fears under the jokes. I know all that, and somehow I still don’t know everything. So let me promise you this, (F/N) (L/N).” Your name is a swear on his lips. “I’ll find out more. I will find out more and more, until I know everything. I have met so many people that I would die for, but you are the only one…the only one, (F/N), who I’ve wanted to live for too.”

You’re furious.

Not only did he not promise to love you in sickness and in health, but he ensured that you would never find such basic vows romantic or relevant ever again. Already, you have to scramble, race against the clock to find some way, somehow, to top that. While at the same time calming your rapidly beating heart, which started soaring away about halfway through his speech.

Levi holds you so incredibly close, like you might vanish. In this moment, you swear you and he could change the world.

“Well.” You take a deep breath. “I’m not glad it took so long. I wish we had met before, maybe as children. You’re talking about all these different parts of me that you discovered, but the thing is…I think you created them. Bravery, and kindness, who do you think I learned all that from?” Greedily, you glide your fingertips over his forehead, his cheeks, and his lips. Mine. “Maybe if we’d met earlier, you could have changed me sooner, and I would have gotten to”—Love you so very dearly, Captain—”adore you all the more. I…I always thought I would fall eventually. Or, more accurately, I thought I’d get sick of resisting it, and whoever the next man I decided to flirt with would become my husband. Either that, or I’d die alone, and pretty happily at that.” 

His eyes are wide in attention, as though he’s being told a compelling story. To your credit, you’re an excellent storyteller, and he is hearing the story of how you came to be in love with him. Quite a charming story, really—it's pretty cute how you fell for your superior.

“And then…you. Brash, brutish, beautiful you. Took me under your wing without a second thought, when all I wanted was to humiliate you.” Just the thought makes you chuckle breathily, admiring his fond eyes in the moonlight. “I was such a brat. And you…you were so mean, but you had me hooked. I did everything I could to impress you, to make you smile, to make you laugh. It meant the world to me, way more than getting in the top ten or impressing my instructor.” The more you speak, the more it seems like the cold morning is barreling towards you, faster and faster, eager to finish this night for good. Even if you have nightmares tonight, it will still be better than when you have to wake and leave Levi’s embrace. “When I kissed you…Maria, Lev.” Your eyes shut, trying to bring the memory to the front of your mind. “Everything I thought I knew turned on its head. I knew nothing except you. I was pathetic.”

At that, Levi finally makes to say something, but you press a finger to his lips. “I’m not finished. I don’t think anything has changed in that regard. You’re still what I think of before making any decisions, morning and night. You’re at the center of who I am, you’re…”

For some unknown reason, you’re struggling to finish.

“You are everything, Levi Ackerman.” By Rose, you love getting to use his full name. You wish you could have thanked his uncle yourself. “You will always, always, be everything to me.”

A minute passes then; you count the seconds in your head. For sixty seconds, Levi stares at what must be the most precious thing in the world, from the stars in his gaze. There is nothing forced or insincere in the way he looks at you, how…how okay he is with everything you’ve said. And you know that even though it would be so freeing to say it, you don’t need to. You know, you’ve always known, and you’ve never hidden it either. Levi will never doubt that you love him.

Despite your three month rule, you hope that in every lifetime, your name is carved into his heart forever.

Eternity passes before Levi continues quietly, “I now declare you husband and wife.”

You don’t even bother telling him that it’s pronounce, not declare.

You’re tired of waiting.

Mouth dry, you conclude. “You may now kiss the—”

Levi is more tired than you are, because he doesn’t wait for you to finish before lifting his head up and kissing you square on the mouth.

Any worries that you may have forgotten how to kiss during all these deprived months are quickly erased. Your mouth moves against his, and your hands find home on his face, returning his passion with an urgency even a battlefield couldn’t bring out of you. This is bliss. This is living with no regrets. No experience, no feeling, could ever compare.

“Don’t ever,” Levi groans, biting down on your plush lower lip, “not kiss me for six fucking months again.”

“Wasn’t my fault,” you argue weakly, but you hardly know what you’re saying, too lost in how warm his lips are, and how cruel it is that you haven’t gotten to kiss him every day since you’ve met him.

“Was too,” he borderline whines, “brat.”

“Jerk.”

“Minx.”

“Insomniac.”

“Oaf.”

“Asshole.”

“Dunce.” Levi kisses you even deeper, cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer. If your lips aren’t bruised by morning, you’ll be sorely disappointed.

The two of you paw at each other like inexperienced teenagers, almost like—like a newly married couple on their first night, you think with a soft whimper against his mouth.

“Shit,” he whispers, already detaching from your lips to press an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw. “Lay back, let me get on top.”

Without verbalizing it, you know he’s just had the same thought you did. Nothing else could have caused such a desperate craving in his expression. You feel it too, the need to see him come undone by your own efforts—captain, lover, husband, unofficial though the title may be.

“Not just yet.” You place a hand on his chest, not forceful but firm. “Let me do this first.”

Levi groans impatiently, but you know it’s hard for him to protest with your lips and teeth on his neck and your hands on his skin, basking in his shirtless glory. Your movements are quick, but careful—a work of art should be treated like one.

The scar on his shoulder is from a mishap of his own, a misplacement of his sword while he was slicing open a titan. The one right above where his heart is, a very old one, from when he was a child without any memory of what caused it. Above his ribcage is where he hurt himself during his first expedition, after Isabel and Farlan died. And that one, and that one, and that one…

How very stunning they all are.

Something is pressing into your thigh, and you quirk a brow up at him, as if to say this easily? In response, Levi jerks his hips up, eliciting a sharp gasp from you when his bulge rubs up right against your still clothed core.

It’s not like you’re doing any better. Months and months of not being touched, not even by yourself, has you squirming from nothing but slight contact and his stormy eyes on you.

The bed is hot, or maybe it’s just your skin, warming up from the way Levi is placing his palms against your neck, down your arms, at your waist. The narcissist in you knows that he must have quite a view above him. The squealing schoolgirl with a crush in you has butterflies swirling everywhere in her stomach.

“Minx,” Levi breathes lowly, sending another hot spark down. “How long do you plan to tease me?”

“Darling, I’ve barely teased you.” Dragging your tongue over the v-shaped line leading down to his pants, you place a hand over the bulge, squeezing gently. He jolts under your touch, mouth falling open in a pant.

“I count the six months.” His fingers weave through your hair, while his other hand strokes your cheek. You smile cheekily, placing a kiss to his palm before pulling his trousers and undergarments down. The sight that greets you is mouth watering. 

You peer up at him, wetting your bottom lip as you take him in your hand. Levi’s head falls back this time, a ragged moan escaping his throat. He’s already hot and heavy in your hand, but you can’t help stroking, familiarizing yourself again—the way he trembles, sensitive, helpless to your touch, makes the six months almost worth it.

Flicking your tongue out, you catch the bead of precum on his cock. A strangled sound tears through him, one that turns into a cry when you open your mouth and suck on the head.

Your eyes close in concentration, and you slowly take more with ease. The pressure feels right on your tongue, to the point where it doesn’t feel like something you’re doing to please him but rather because it makes you feel good.

Resting on your forearms, you wrap your hands around any part of his cock that you haven’t gotten wet yet, pulling back with a pop. In a raspy voice, you say, “Be greedy, Levi. I’ll get upset if you don’t.” When he doesn’t respond—his naked chest is flush, heaving—you slide your tongue in a circle around the vein on the side of his cock. 

Levi whines, a slurred rendition of your name. “E-Everything I need is here,” he manages to hiss, “Everything I—ha—want, is in this bed with me.”

You take him all the way down, until you can feel him touch the back of your throat. Levi sings for you then, a symphony of sounds that all beg for you one way or another, more vocal than you’ve ever seen him. You mourn that you can’t be privy to every filthy thought running through his head. No touch, no word, no thought of his should exist without you getting to consume it all.

If he won’t be greedy, then you’ll just have to pick up the slack.

There’s nothing he can grip onto—your hair, the bedsheets, anything—to escape your wanting mouth. You push his hips down when he tries to push up, trying to assure him that he doesn’t even need to ask, you’re more than willing to give it on your own.

It doesn’t take long for him to come, weak jerks against your mouth accompanied only by the breaks in his voice. Levi is out of breath by the time you finish, swallowing and pressing a last kiss to his still warm skin. With tired hands, he beckons you back up to him.

“Still got it?” you ask, eyes shining.

“Never lost it,” he responds, kissing your cheek before molding your lips against his again. You run a hand through his sweaty hair, reciprocating with equal vigor as his leg slots in between yours.

Levi keeps a hand on the back of your head, locking you in the kiss even after he starts to rub his leg back and forth. He kisses you through your whines, demanding that you keep your attention on him even as he himself drives you crazy. 

Even when he does finally pull back, and you both gasp for air, he pleads, “Take your clothes off for me.”

Sitting up, bruised lips and all, you toss your shirt over your head. “Now who else would I take them off for?”

“No one,” Levi growls, as though the question wasn’t rhetorical. He doesn’t give you the chance to tease or to pull anything other than your shirt off, pulling you down to attack your neck, clearly intent on giving you bruises to match your lips. “Are you wet?”

“What a vulgar question.” You laugh breathlessly. “Why don’t you find out?”

And he takes that challenge to heart. Kissing you once more, he slides his hand right into your pajamas, moving your panties to the side. With two fingers running down your slit experimentally, he groans at the very quick confirmation that you’re soaking. Levi lathers his fingers in your slick, watching you rock into his touch with an open mouth.

It’s easy for him to slip his fingers out and into your mouth, watching like a man possessed as you taste yourself on him. “Beautiful,” he murmurs in awe. You only flush a little.

“Thank you.” You kiss him right on the bridge of his nose. “You want me on my back now?” Levi’s brows furrow in thought, and he seems far more interested in your breasts than in answering your question. Taking one in his hand, he traces a finger around your nipple. “O-or should I sit on your fa-aace!” Your abrupt moan is captured by his lips as he tugs on your nipple, as you struggle to keep yourself from collapsing on top of him. 

Both his hands are on your chest now, while his tongue pushes into your mouth. Your eyes flutter close, wondering if it’s possible to orgasm just from this. The coarse texture of his hands never fails to set your skin ablaze, half reminding you that this is Levi, Captain Levi, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier and slayer of titans who has his hands all over you. 

“I don’t need you on your back to make you come.” His voice is hot, and one of his hands trail down to pull your pajamas down, gliding over the curve of your ass. “Sit up a bit.”

About two seconds after you listen, he has your nipple in his mouth, teeth clamping down and sending a painful pleasure down your body. “Le-vi, ah—”

“You’re as whiny as ever.” Soothingly licking over your areola, he starts to rub his thumb over your clit. “Haven’t I taught your patience yet, sweetheart?”

Your eyes roll back, unable to respond, unable to do anything else. Anything but sweetheart. He knows damn well what your weaknesses are. 

One of his fingers teases your entrance for a few seconds before pushing in, and right away you know you’re not going to last. Not after so long. There is no one in the world who could fill you up like this from just a finger.

“There’s so much I could do to you,” Levi whispers. Another finger joins the first, as his thumb rubs circles on your bundle of nerves. “If we had time, I would have you stay in bed with me the whole day. And I could make you come again…” The two fingers in you pump in and out, as he sinks his teeth into your neck. “And again…” A violent fantasy blooms in your head—spending your day off with your husband, pushing each others’ limits to the breaking point, until neither of you could bear to move. Not caring about doing what was good, what was expected, but simply the most base, selfish desires that you and he could think of. If only, if only, if only—

“Come,” he requests sweetly.  

You do, nearly tearing up from the reverent way he breathes, inhaled through his mouth and exhaled into your soul. You get stuck on a wail of his name, the usual worry that someone might hear you nonexistent because everyone knows now, those who might care and those who don’t. He let everyone know. 

Levi swallows your heavy breaths with his mouth, urging your mouth open and your body to go lax against him. He’s clearly satisfied that he did in fact get you to come without turning you over, because now that he has nothing to prove, he gently guides you to lay back against the thin sheets.

Breaking away from your lips, he trails sloppy kisses down your neck and shoulder, heating you up even as you cool down. 

“Levi?”

“It’s our wedding night,” he explains, a gleam in his eyes, “surely you don’t expect I’ll be satisfied making you come just once?”

“God,” you praise, letting your head fall back as he tosses your legs over his shoulders. “We…have a mission tomorrow, you know?”

“Tell me to stop, then.”

“Shan’t,” you slur, feeling his warm breath on your pussy.

Levi dives in with your express permission, a deprived man. All you can perceive is his wet, skilled tongue, lapping up your wetness like it’s the last thing he’ll ever get to drink. His eyes are shut in elation, and his hair tickles your stomach as he suffocates himself, your thighs squeezing around him without any form of control from you.

Tears line your lashes. Your captain has given up his precious stoic facade time and again for you, blessing you with this sight. Nails digging into your thighs, leaving scratches that sting better than any sword, squelching sounds from how wet you are and how well he’s eating you out, and, when he finally opens his eyes, they’re blown out and hungry, and they’re telling you exactly who his meal is.

Your back arches, your hand digs into his hair and holds him in place as your hips buck wildly against his mouth. “Lev…Levi!”

The second orgasm is even better than the first, and Levi doesn’t give you a break during it either, softly suckling on your clit as you wheeze and pant sharply. It works exactly as planned, and you squirm to get away from the overbearing pleasure turned pain. 

With a gentle touch, now, he runs his hands over your thighs, kissing over a spreading soreness. It should help you come down from this high, but the care only tugs at your heart, confirming that if he wanted to spend the time from now until the end of the world between your legs, you would keep them wide open to keep him there.

Eyes open or closed, hands exploring or stagnant, mouth shut or spouting poetry. You’re not whole if Levi isn’t there with you.

Slowly, he kisses his way back up, humming when you capture his mouth first, one arm around his neck and legs weakly wrapped around his waist. He’s hard again, you can feel it, and if you just…rock up a bit, he might slip inside you with little effort.

Levi moans, void of self control, and pulls back to stroke your hair back. “Do you actually have another one in you? I’m not trying to ruin you here.” Although I could, is the unspoken message. And you’d let him.

“What happened to you knowing my limits?” He kisses the pout off your face. “I need you, Captain. Take me.”

Without any more protests, he buries his face in your neck and guides himself in, inch by inch, until he’s all the way inside you, and you praise every god and every wall that you have ever known. Yes, yes, yes. You’re his. He’s yours. There will never be anyone or anything that can contest it now.

“That’s it.” Your voice is choked up, having never felt so perfectly right in your life. “Come on, Lev, fuck your wife.”

You’re rewarded with a sharp thrust, making you mewl as you drag your nails along his back. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, as your legs press him further into you, “I-If I think too hard about this—about you, I won’t last. It’s not enough, it’s never enough with you—”

He cuts himself off, hissing your name when you clench around him. His every single word is your own thoughts expressed—it really never will be enough. In the unlikely chance you get to spend a lifetime with him, you will still want more. No matter how many times he makes you come, you will always want more, to return the favor until both of you can’t take it anymore. And if he tells you he loves you, you will repeat it, again and again, until the last bit of life finally leaves you.

Levi can’t seem to bring himself to be slow, which you’re endlessly grateful for. He pounds into you, leaving you empty and then filled repeatedly. One hand finds yours and your fingers intertwine by your head. 

“Don’t stop.” I love you. “Please, never stop, Levi.” I love you so much. 

“Tell me you’ll wait.” A breathy demand leaves him, his eyes staring straight into yours, trapping you. “Tell me that even if it’s a different lifetime, you’ll wait for me to find you.”

Always, always, always.

“I won’t.” You pull him down and crash your lips on his. You taste him, tea leaves and honey and something that is distinctly, uniquely him. “I’ll find you first.”

You know that he’s close. He’d warned you that he wouldn’t last, as though you couldn’t already tell by how disheveled he looks, frenzied gaze and wild hair. Usually, he waits for you to finish first, but you doubt he’ll make it this time. You don’t mind, you’ll give anything, everything…

“Inside,” you beg, when he tries to pull out, “please, come inside me.”

“Goddammit.” His hand trembles, but you hold him steady, not letting go. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Please. Please.”

At your behest, he listens. Your name tears from him in a cry, and you feel him come undone, painting your walls unabashedly for the first time, and it leads you to your own release. He doesn’t swear, doesn’t even whine like you do at the foreign feeling, just repeats your name over and over like a mantra, like a prayer.

Large hands cup your face and he gives you one last kiss, breathing air into your lungs. Your hands fall limp to your sides, but you reciprocate the best you can, sucking on his lower lip sweetly, exhausted but not nearly done expressing how much you adored him, a mission that would end only when you did.

Ever so softly, Levi returns to his original position on his back, and he tugs you on top of him. You fall on top of him, a sticky, sweaty mess, and you rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Never again a night like this.

Closing your eyes, you lie there against his chest, a woman loved. “Tell me one more time,” you plead, “just once more.”

Levi sighs softly. “We’ll have a tea shop…”

#attack on titan #aot x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #satc #superior #valkyrie stories

[greenteasnoothie]

Lil Drabble about Nicholai with new nurse!reader? How would he flirt with her when he’s injured in a mission and she gets super flustered lololol

(please add touchy foreplay + smut if you’re comfy with it tytyty 💖💖)

Nicholai X Nurse!Reader

A/N: I did not think Nicholai simps were a thing anymore, but I’m so glad they are. ALSO I’m sorry this took so long I haven’t really written smut before and I’m a little nervous that this sucks (sorry if it does)

Paring: Nicholai X Nurse!Fem!Reader

Content mentioned: blood, wound/injury, Pet Names, cream pies, cum.

lmk if I missed anything!!!

Wordcount: 1.5k

(This is a little bit before RE3 btw <3)

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You were recently recruited as a nurse for U.B.C.S. and were placed in Platoon Delta.

Since you were recruited your sergeant has taken a liking to you, at one point he even said you could just call him by his first name.

“Nikolai is fine when it’s just you and me sweetheart,”

You didn’t think anything of it, I mean he’s your sergeant he knows better than to start a romantic relationship with one of his own platoon members anyways…right?

Later followed by your arrival a mission set for your Platoon.

To say the original plan for the mission went to shit would be an understatement, most of the team is wounded in some way, you’re fixing wounds left and right.

Luckily everyone’s wounds so far are nothing very serious.

That was until you found your Platoons Sergeant hidden behind a wooden board that was up against a big rock with a pretty nasty wound.

You quickly kneel down near your sergeant getting a better look at the wound.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to fix this wound in the open like this, it’s too dangerous,” you say in an almost whisper but still loud enough for Nicholai to hear.

“We’re going to have to go to the rendezvous. I’ll call into the radio,” You stated.

“You really want to get me alone with you huh” Nikolai teased.

You ignored your sergeant's comment hoping that he didn't notice the pink tint that is starting to form on your cheeks as you pick up your radio, and radio in that you are taking your Sergeant to the rendezvous and fixing up some of his wounds before going out to the field again.

You both get into the rendezvous which is a mini old shack, you set Nikolai up against one of the walls and you grab your supplies quickly.

You first try to fix the wound while his pants are still on just to save time but it didn’t work.

“You're going to need to take your pants off so I can clean, and fix the wound properly.” You stated.

Nikolai chuckles, “shouldn’t you at least go to dinner with me first?”

“Very funny, now c’mon we don’t have all day,” you say to him clearly now getting annoyed.

“Aren’t you a nurse? You know how to take a pair of pants off,”

You are fuming, for god sake he can bleed out any minute and he’s being stubborn about taking his pants off.

Still you reach down to his belt and undo it, discarding his tactical gear to the side to make things easier.

Then you undo his fly, soon followed by you pulling his pants down to his knees.

Nikolai watches you intently soon cursing himself for it because seeing you undo his belt and pull the zipper of his fly down so naively is giving him a hard on, I mean he didn’t think it would be that obvious which was stupid for him to think, because soon as you pull his pants down it was extremely clear by the tint in his boxers that he had a boner, you ignored it or at least tried to as you face got super red.

You fix up Nikolai’s wound, soon covering the now fixed wound with some bandages.

“This is some impressive work,” Nikolai compliments as he eyes you up and down seeing you blush from the complement before he unexpectedly pulling you close to him by your waist, so close to the point you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck and face.

“I think you deserve a payment of some sort, don’t you think?” Nikolai says almost breathlessly as his hands that are still holding your waist start to wander under your shirt.

Your breath hitches as you feel his hands travel under your gear and shirt to your bare skin, you quickly reach your hands to his wrists, “Nikolai we can’t be wasting time doing this!”

“I’m sure everyone will be fine if we’re gone for just a extra couple of minutes,” Nikolai chuckled.

“But shouldn’t we-“ before you can finish Nikolai pulls you in for a kiss, you both keep the kiss going until you pull away for air, you don’t even have a full 10 seconds before you are getting pulled in again by Nikolai for another kiss. Nikolai’s hands wander every part of your body as the kiss continues, soon followed by Nikolai sliding his tongue in your mouth.

The kiss is soon ended so your shirt can be pulled over your head, Nikolai gropes your breasts and leaves love marks on your collar bone as he moves his hands down to unbutton your pants.

Soon all you have on is your bra and panties, Nikolai joins you (of course with your help) so he only has his boxers on.

You get pushed down to the floor of the shack as Nikolai towers over your form, his dick straining against his boxer’s as he notices the mini damp patch on your panties, god he was making you this wet.

Nikolai knelt between your thighs as he goes down to your face to kiss you once again as he moves one of his hands to the inside of your thigh slowly trailing up towards your heat clearly teasing you and making you more needy for his cock by the second.

“Please..” you practically beg.

“Please what?” Nikolai says almost mockingly

“Please just fuck me,” you basically whimper.

I mean how could he deny such a pretty girl as he tugged his boxers down to his knees as his cock springs out.

Setting his body between your legs as he rubs the head of his cock against your slit soon sliding his tip into you keeping his cock there for a second to let you bask in the sudden stretch until he grabs your hips in a bruising grasp and rams into you letting out a grunt as you let out a a gasp from the sudden roughness. Nikolai tightens his grasp on your hips to the point where it almost hurts but you could care less as he thrusts his cock into you mercilessly, constantly hitting your sweet spot making you see stars.

“I-I’m close,” you gasp out as Nikolai’s pace is leaving you breathless.

Nikolai grunts In response as he is also close causing his pace to become more sloppy, but still thrusting into you deeply, your legs are shaking uncontrollably from the pleasure.

Your spongy walls tighten around Nikolai’s cock as you get to your release letting out a pornagrapic moan.

Nikolai continues to fuck you maybe even harder and faster now aching for his own release, as you get overstimulated by the pleasure as his thrusts feel more intense.

Nikolai thrusts deep and hard into you one last time as he releases inside of you, he slowly pulls out of you, his cum leaking out of your cunt, as you both catch your breath.

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Anachronism Valentine’s Day Special

Summary: Your Bigfoot and Captain plan Valentine’s Day for the first time, cooped up into your shared home while everyone is free from work for the first time in forever. Winter delves into arts and crafts, and Steve wants to cook breakfast, but nothing really goes according to plan.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader x Steve Rogers

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: blood, minor injury, the beginnings of smut, reader’s boys being so sweet, Bucky being the worst sous-chef, a little bit of Stucky, self-deprecation

A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble! a sweet little thing for valentine’s day!! but no!!! as normally i couldn’t pace myself so here you have almost a full chapter. also, if you haven’t read the rest of the series i really recommend doing so if you find this very confusing. before i check out i order you to treat yourself tomorrow with something you love, no matter if you celebrate with loved ones or alone. happy valentine’s day <3

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The alarm clock of the morning is the stinging pain of a paper cutting into your skin, slicing across your cheek until a thin stream of blood trickles down and smears onto your pillow.

All you can do is furrow your brows in confusion while blinking your eyes open, wincing while sitting up in the bed. There's blood on your finger as you swipe it across your face. What the hell?

It doesn't take long to find the source of your wound—a messily cut paper heart falls down from your pillow as you move. You know it's Winter's solely by the uneven shape of it. Steve would never be caught slacking when it comes to anything artsy, as you have learned many times over by now. He pouted for several hours on Christmas morning when a splatter of paint had ended up on the card he had written you.

Despite your bleeding cut, you find yourself giggling. It's cheesy and a little cliché, but the thought of Winter learning (or relearning, in reality) about Valentine's Day from some stupid movie brings such joy to your heart. Maybe Steve told him about it, or Sam. You hope it's not the latter. God knows what your big bear has gotten up to in that case.

It’s not something you have talked about with your boyfriends at all. Since you’ve never made a big thing about it before them you assumed it would be the same now. It just happened to coincide with a few days off for all of you. A calm day in was the plan you had set up in your head. Maybe cook something a little nicer for dinner, but that’s all.

The floor is equally cold as the temperature outside the comforter as the soles of your feet touch the hardwood, drawing goosebumps on your skin with each brush of air against your exposed arms. As small clouds of fog form with each of your breaths, you know Steve must have turned down the heat again. Damn him and his super soldier warmth. He is the most compassionate person there is, but also annoyingly forgetful of the fact that not everyone in this house burn up during the night.

Your whole body shudders while wrapping your arms around yourself. The sweater you usually steal from Winter lies discarded on the couch in the living room, you think, much to your dismay. Instead of taking out one of your own, you pad out of your bedroom with your teeth on the verge of chattering.

Soft sounds of a vintage jazz ballad stream from the kitchen, harmonizing with the clangs of pots and pans and sizzling.

"No. No! C'mon," Steve whines. "I just showed you what to use. Buck, honestly—"

Your chuckles are barely heard in the background of the small argument as you step inside the kitchen with a smile on your face. They don't even notice you, which is so extremely rare that you barely dare to breathe. Instead Steve sighs, taking away the wooden spoon Winter holds in his hand and replaces it with a spatula.

"Stir gently. Try to stop the eggs from sticking to the pan. It's supposed to be smooth and creamy, you know, like she wants them?"

"So bossy. Bunny likes all eggs. Doesn't matter much, Stevie," Winter answers with a pout, aggressively stabbing the pan with the spatula. Steve only shakes his head in answer while throwing his hands up in the air.

"I don't know why I bother," he mumbles under his breath. "Go find the necklace we bought her instead. I'm banning you from the kitchen."

In the same second, the blonde turns around to see you leaning against the doorway. His face falls, seeing the surprise breakfast now lacks the element of surprise. You can also see the confusion in his expression, because you've never managed to sneak up on either of them.

"Goddamn it," Steve sighs. "You were supposed to be sleeping!"

Winter turns around. He seems much less upset than the man next to him—instead his eyes rake over your newly woken figure.

"Good morning to you too. And it's a little late for that by now, don't you think?" You take a few steps forward, fuzzy socks gliding over the floor, while taking in the sweet smell of food. The ruined surprise does nothing to darken your mood—your men are making you Valentine’s Day breakfast. There's nothing more you can wish for.

The lighthearted atmosphere soon turns gloomy though, and you almost forget why until Winter grunts. He blows out a quick puff of air through his nose while striding up to you in two large steps, hand laid on your shoulder while the other tilts your face upwards.

"Hurt," he states, brushing the pad of his thumb over the bleeding cut. "What happened?"

You smile, rolling your eyes. "It's just a small cut."

"What. Happened?" he demands once again.

Winter is really protective of you. He has been since the start, but sometimes he's the cause of some discomfort because of his unnatural strength. Accidents are bound to happen, like the time he accidentally elbowed you in the nose while trying to punch Steve, or when he unknowingly pushed you off the bed in his sleep. He gets so upset each time he's the reason for them, and sometimes spends days doting on you until his guilt fades away. You don't want to ruin the mood by making him feel that way on Valentine's, of all days.

"Winter," you say, raising your eyebrows like you do each time you really want him to listen to your words. "I want you to know that this is not your fault before I explain, okay? No need to blame yourself."

"What's going on?" Steve asks, looking up from the pan for just a second.

"I accidentally cut myself on the paper heart Winter left on my pillow while I was sleeping. An accident." Your hands come up to Winter's shoulders, rubbing gently over the t-shirt.

His eyes instantly close, head tilting down in shame. Fuck.

"Hey, hey. What did I just tell you?" you say. "No blaming yourself."

"So stupid," Winter mutters. "Should never have—"

"No. I loved the heart. It was really, really sweet, and I loved it. I love you." Leaning up on your tiptoes, you press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Thank you, honey."

He only shakes his head in answer, despite the blush creeping up on his cheeks. Honestly, that might be the sweetest man alive. Who even cuts out hearts from red paper and leaves them on their partner's pillow anymore?

While he ponders over the situation, the flush reaching his ears too, Steve stands with his arms wrapped over his chest, a content smile on his face as he watches the two of you interact. As you gain eye contact with him over Winter's shoulder, you can't help but return the smile.

"Do I get one too, huh?" Steve says, unfurling his arms to lean back onto the counter. "What is it that you say? Kiss the cook?"

"Geez, lay it off with the flirting, Rogers," you answer while stepping aside, moving towards your blonde superhuman.

Three pecks are pressed to his pink lips as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in by your waist with a squeak of surprise from your lips. The sweetest giggle escapes in the process, alluring enough to make him forget about the eggs he was so meticulous about just a minute ago.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my loves," you whisper, leaning into his chest while turning your head slightly to the side so you can see Winter as well. Both of them will hear you despite your whisper, no matter how quiet you are.

"Happy Valentine's Day. Now go back. This was supposed to be a breakfast-in-bed situation," Steve says playfully, pinching your side before nudging you in the direction of the doorway.

"But I'm already up," you whine. "I'm hungry. I don't want to go."

Mr. Captain America has the nerve to raise his eyebrow on you, nodding in the direction he wants you to go. He turns his back away, focuses on the overwhelming amount of food he's preparing.

A huff of protest is all that sounds from you. Enough of an answer for him, it seems, because he's already figured out you won't go back to bed voluntarily.

"Buck, take our girl back to the bedroom, will you?" Steve says without even facing the two of you. You can almost hear the smirk on his face.

Instantly a look of dread falls upon your face, one of betrayal, as you turn towards Winter with a gasp. He's already smiling in mischief. Fuck this.

"No. No." You point an accusing finger his way. "Don't you dare."

Cautious steps are taken backwards while the giant stalks closer with each second, broad shoulders becoming more threatening while your neck cranes upwards to see his little smirk.

"Winter, no, no—"

His strong arms lift you up from the floor, maneuvering you over his shoulder until you're swaying upside down like so many times before. It's been a while though—Steve has this weird theory that it's unhealthy for you to be upside down as much as you were before when Winter wanted to carry you everywhere. And while it did make you overtly dizzy and slightly nauseous sometimes, you kind of miss it.

"This is kidnapping!" you yell to the best of your abilities. "Righteous Captain America, my ass! Outlaw!"

"Have fun, dear!" Steve's voice can be heard shouting from the kitchen, undoubtedly a chuckle of amusement on his lips. Fucker.

Winter's husky laughter rumbles as he walks towards the bedroom, vibrating through your body as it swings back and forth. He barely even reacts as you pinch his buttock. At least you got to touch it.

It's instantly cold when you enter the confines of your bedroom once more, so much that a full body shiver manages to wrack your limbs even while hanging over your boyfriend's shoulder.

"It's so cold, Winter," you whine. "Your poor girlfriend is going to freeze to death in here."

What you expected in answer was to be laid down on your shared bed. Instead even colder bathroom counter meets the back of your legs. Winter leaves his hands on your shoulders as you blink to rid yourself of the blur, fluttering your lashes until you can look at him clearly.

The previously playful smile has scooled itself into a concerned frown, blue eyes running over the cut along your cheek. You sigh. He can't let small things like these go.

"I am sorry. Did not mean to hurt," he says, looking into your eyes as if he's afraid you won't understand the size of his sorrow if he isn't. You open your mouth to protest once more, but he manages to interrupt before you can even form the first syllable. "No. Accept apology. No arguing."

"Of course I accept your apology. I just don't think it's necessary," you answer, lifting your hand while he leans into your palm. Thumb runs over his stubble, tracing the line of his jaw. "It wasn't even your fault. You couldn't know that a piece of paper would cut me while I was sleeping. And I'm entirely fine."

He gives you a single nod in defeat. Winter has at least partly learnt when to concede in arguments during the past year. Still stubborn as shit, but so are you. It's not fun when either of you refuse to talk to each other for hours on end because of some stupid fight.

Instead Winter reaches for the alcohol and cotton standing pushed into the corner of the counter, usually reserved for the blonde super soldier in the house for when he gets home from missions. For wounds much deeper than yours, in reality.

"Clean?" he asks, holding them up in front of you.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Yes. Stop doing that, uh—what it’s called?" He furrows his brows. "Making things small. Always do that."

"Minimizing?" you ask.

"Minimizing. Stop doing that and let me clean. Need you to be good. Valentine's Day."

With a soft giggle you concede, leaning back against the mirror behind you. Tough argument to argue against.

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"More."

Winter holds up another forkful of pasta against your mouth, trying to prod at your lips while you poorly hold in laughter.

"No. No, I'm so full," you say, pushing his hand away.

An overextended, but content, sigh sounds from your lips as you sink further down the chair, cuddling against the soft fabric of Winter's sweater. You're wearing a nice dress underneath it all, but at the end of the day these two don't care that much about what you're wearing. Comfort is always valued higher in this household.

"I think that might be the best meal I've had since ma's apple pie," Steve says, giving that same sigh while leaning back against his chair.

You chuckle, shaking your head. "That's not true, but thank you."

"So good, bunny. Always so good," Winter chimes in, fingers fiddling with your hair. Never not touching you, that one. "Kiss."

He leans forward, hand coming up to cup your cheek, puckering his lips. You can't help but laugh at him, joining in on Steve's warm chuckle, even while pressing your lips to his. Quick, affectionate pecks that radiate so much love your cheeks almost hurt from the giddy grinning.

You think you might be the luckiest woman in the world. Even if double the amount of love one normally gets is more than enough, these two men grant you five times as much. This is love enough to last three lifetimes.

“You look so beautiful,” Steve says, elbows now leaning on the table and gazing lovingly at your figure.

His eyes are focused on the necklace dangling over your collarbones, the one they went all the way to the big city to pick out. It’s a simple fir tree, a real delicate one, mostly because of the ones surrounding this house. The trees which signify the start of your relationship. And also because your love is supposed to be evergreen, but Steve barely managed to get that out through his embarrassment. You think it’s the sweetest thing ever.

“You flatter me too much,” you answer him, leaning your head on Winter’s shoulder. His right hand comes to intertwine with your left, fingers rubbing over the back of your hand.

“I could never. I know you love it.”

A more mature answer than poking your tongue out is not possible in this moment, it seems like. But Steve finds it endearing and words are soon forgotten all together as the candles flicker and silence falls upon the room. A comfortable one, safe as Winter’s hold on you and Steve’s loving gaze.

“I really love the necklace,” you whisper, fingers fiddling with the pendant. “I feel silly now for only making you guys dinner, it’s just that I didn’t think we would make a thing out of—“

Soft kisses to your neck cut off your apologetic rambling, silencing you with tongue running over your exposed skin and replacing it with a quiet moan.

Steve rises from his seat, closing the one-step gap to grasp your chin. He tilts your face upwards until you can meet his eyes, which craves you craning your neck completely. Tall bastard.

“We have talked about this, sweetheart. You remember that?” He raises an eyebrow, thumb pulling on your lower lip. All you can do is nod mindlessly as if you’re in a trance. “What you do is enough. This is already more than we can ask for. It’s not nothing. Right, Buck?”

The brunette running his lips over your skin, nuzzling into your neck, hums in agreement. Never much one for words, really. You understand the sentiment either way.

A particularly loud whine escapes your lips as Winter nibbles just underneath your ear, sending a full-body shiver through your limbs. Steve grins, running his thumb along your cheek.

“You’ve been so good to us. Think it’s time for us to repay you. ‘S only fair.”

You nod shamelessly, eyes halfway closed in pleasure. Before them, you never knew how much a tongue against your skin could bring such a reaction from you. You definitely know now.

“I want everything off, Bucky,” Steve orders. And in contrast to the beginning of your relationship, you know the demand is not only directed towards you anymore.

Fabric is discarded, thrown across the kitchen floor. The previous chill has disappeared and feverish heat instead adorn your cheeks. Lustful eyes rake over your body, yours over chiseled muscle covered by softness and metal, over the tight shirt straining against Steve’s chest.

As your hands come up to the back of your neck, clasping around the thin chain to remove the risk of hair tangling and expensive gifts being destroyed during the first night, rough fingers come to stop you.

“No,” Winter says. “Keep it.”

Your arms lower to your sides, back leaning against Winter’s chest and your breasts brushing against Steve’s clothed one. Cold metal splays across your stomach, pulling you into him as closely as humanly possible. It’s when Steve’s thumb brushes over your nipple that you concede entirely to their power.

“How did I get so goddamn lucky, huh?” Steve suddenly exclaims, interrupting the lustful silence that laid thick over the room.

And when he lifts his hand up, fingers splaying out over Winter’s cheek to pull him closer, you almost moan. Seeing their lips meet like this is still new. But if you allow yourself to predict the future, you don’t think that it’s something you will ever tire of.

“My sweet boy,” Steve says. You feel Winter shiver behind you, even as his hands steady himself on your shoulders.

Only a few seconds pass before Steve leans down to capture your lips, carrying the taste of Winter with him. His tongue soon pushes inside your mouth, slowly, giving no thought to asserting his dominance when it’s so clearly already there.

“And my sweet girl,” he whispers, muffled by your kiss.

Soft, pink lips divert from your mouth, trails down your neck until he reaches your collarbone. Hips are grabbed by two sets of hands, wrestling between each other for space. You think there is just enough space for both of them. Your body is the perfect size for their hands to trail over, for their arms to capture, for their cocks to claim.

"Steve not as good, no? I make you feel better,” Winter suddenly says, drawing a shocked chuckle from your lips. Steve does not share the same amusement.

"What did you say?" Steve raises his eyebrows, a competitive fire igniting in his eyes. But all Winter does is grin, because he knows what he just did.

He loves this—teasing, starting competitions even though he knows no one can lose and neither of them will win. The only real winner will always be you.

It shows clearly when Steve’s arms sneak under your thighs, hoisting you up into his hold with your legs wrapped around his waist. The bedroom is the new destination and Winter trails after with that smug smirk of his adorning his wonderful face.

You are perfect for your two sweet boys. Two needy ones, competitive, and sometimes on the verge of demanding. This day is a lot like every other. It seems like your men don���t really need a special day to show you how special you are.

You are the luckiest woman in the world.

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