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john wick and reader’s first christmas together 🤩

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ I just love this idea! Thank you so much for sending it in ❄️.*ㅤ

Premise: John wants to give his wife the best Christmas he can. He decides to surprise you by taking you to a remote cabin he owns(typically used as a safehouse from his work if need be). Features John who tries to finally let his guard down and relax, hot cocoa kisses, and sexy times by the roaring fire ♡.゜

Tags/CW: FLUFFY, domestic bliss!John, loving husband!John, some much needed down time for the Wicks, blizzards, cabin in the woods, eventual smut, soft but still dominant!John, pretty tame but sensual smut, you learn things about your husband that you never knew, you see a side of john you never thought you would, daddy kink, spanking, commanding John, p in v, doggy, edging.

The roads twisted between thick fur and pine trees of the deepest and most vibrant hues of green your eyes have ever seen. You're used to your concrete jungle, the city life of New York being all you've ever really known. You had never taken a camping trip before John, let alone a getaway in some private cabin up in the mountains. You didn't know there were even mountains near where you two usually lived, but with the secret blindfolded plane ride, you're not sure you're even in the same state anymore.

John's large hand rests on your thigh, giving little squeezes every so often and warming the skin there. His other hand keeps a hold of the wheel, driving the slick black-as-night car. He had trade in for the SUV styled vehicle instead his usual Mustang so that you two could make it through the snowy terrain. The visibility is getting less and less as the darkness of night begins to settle in and the snowflakes blasting against the cars windshield get bigger and thicker by the minute. You're grateful for how warm the heaters are keeping you, your short skirt and leg warmers no match for this weather, but you had wanted to wear something cute for your getaway trip and John had only said it was a "little chilly". You curl up in the giant black leather seats of the car, sleep wanting to take you after so much traveling. You spy John peeking over at you, and hear him speak for the first time in a few miles.

"It won't be long now," He let's your thigh have another reassuring squeeze. "We'll be away and in the warmth of the cabin soon. I had it prepped for our arrival, so it should be nice and toasty when we get there."

You hum a small response, eyes wanting to shut so badly. Your head leans against the seatbelt, letting the thick strap cradle it.

The trees grow thicker and seem to be devouring the car as the road turns into a tiny trail. You wonder for a moment how or who John would send to keep the cabin prepped. You notice how the trail has been plowed already, and slowly but surely a warmth of yellow glows as John turns the last corner towards the cabin. You see the large structure, it's windows vibrantly orange against the cold whites and blues of the winter forest around it. The chimney already billows with smoke, lazily getting pulled away by the wind. It looks expensive and inviting.

John gets out of the car first, the wind blowing in flakes of snow already, melting on the warm leather seats almost immediately. John spies the chill that shakes through you from the sudden cold, and takes off his warm winter jacket. He walks over to your side of the car, opening it, that burst of frost blasting you once more. He helps you out, wrapping you tightly in his jacket, his warmth radiating into you through it.

John carefully takes you inside, careful of any ice that may be lingering. He opens the wooden door of the cabin, and you can already feel the warmth on your cheeks once more as you step inside.

"Not so bad, huh?" John says with a small smile, rubbing up and down your arms to try to keep you warm.

"Yeah, but I would have dressed warmer if I'd know there was a blizzard waiting for us!" You say with false concern, not really that upset when you're in such a luxury cabin as this, and all the thought that John put into it apparent to you.

"The storm wasn't supposed to set in so quickly, that was my mistake of underestimating it..." His voice remains brighter, but you can tell he wishes he had calculated it better. That sort of thing means a lot to him.

You pull your loving husband in, taking his bearded face in your hands and planting a long, soft kiss on his lips. You pull back and look into those deep brown eyes of his. For the first time in a long time, he looks content, excited, happy. There's a significant lack of the usual worry there, but even so, his dark brows always show a hint of it.

"Listen, why don't you take a moment to warm up by the fire in the livingroom, and I'll start getting our things inside..." He is obviously up to something else, you can always tell, but you have an idea of it either way.

You shrug off the jacket he gave you, his masculine scent of pine and mint cologne going with it, and give him a kiss on the cheek as you do.

"Keep warm out there..." You whisper to him, a hand pushing one side of his long dark hair back behind his ear.

"Always..." He returns the kiss and slips out the door, snow billowing in onto the hard wood as he does, and the wind being extinguished as he closes the door once more.

For a moment, you glance out the window, fogged up by the heat of the inside fighting the cold of the wilderness. You check the car, where your husband should be, and see nothing, thinking he's disappeared into that dark winter night. Then, you catch a glimpse of him moving past a different window, farther from the car than he should be if he were to be unpacking.

Checking the perimeter. You've known him to do this when you two travel. No other man you've dated has done such a thing, but no other man was John Wick. You still were unsure about his work since he kept you at such a distance, but you could take a few guesses at this point. You don't like him being out in the cold like this, but if it makes him feel better, maybe takes his mind off everything so that you two may enjoy your Christmas vacation together, then you'll let him do so without bringing it up.

That was your duty as a loving wife. A loving wife who didn't ask questions. Who knew but said nothing of it. Who doted without wanting to know more. And for now? That was enough for you.

You know it will be a second before he gets back, so you decide to take in the cabin while he's away. You look at the grand living room area you're standing in, two massive staircases encircling the largest Christmas tree you've ever seen, twinkling with a million tiny lights. The dark wood of the enterior is rich and inviting. To your right, a fireplace, couches and seating around it, the mantel hung with green garland and deep red bows. In front of the fire rests a white bear hide, you wonder if it's real or not, but you don't think you've ever seen John hunting. Animals, that is.

Beside that are the largest windows you've ever seen, over looking the forest and you think a lake if you can spy that correctly out in the mess of the blizzard. It makes your heart tense to think of John out there in that, but he's a grown man, he can make his own decisions, you tell yourself, as the good, loving wife you are.

You walk there, looking out, seeing all the freezing cold that you're happy to be away from dancing out there beyond the thick trees. You turn towards the fire, walking over, letting the bare of your legs and arms get warm. Your thin little scarf did just about as much as you tiny skirt and white fluffy leg warmers did to warm you, but a lively fire should do the trick. You close your eyes, hands out and feeling the warm down to your bones, listening to the wood crackling and dying inside the flame.

After a while, you end up curling yourself the coziest and plushest couch you've ever been in. It's deep brown in color, and has the feeling of soft leather, the kind that still has a bit of fur on it. The crocheted cream blanket hung over it quickly becomes yours, and you watch the fire as your eyes slowly drift closed, and the flames twirl behind your eyelids.

❄️.*ㅤ

You're not sure when you fell asleep, or for how long, but when you feel cold lips kiss upon your cheek, your eyes flutter open to meet John's. The fire behind him has significantly died down.

"Sorry to wake you sweetheart," his voice is hushed and soft. "I finished unpacking for us. I started our late dinner as well, so that will be done soon if you're hungry."

You hadn't really thought about it, but as John mentions it, and you smell that delicious scent of a home cooked meal, your stomach growls despite yourself. John smiles at the response and stands up, holding a hand out to you. You take it, enjoying the feel of his rough hands engulfing your tiny soft ones for a moment.

The two of you go towards the left of the cabin, through two double doors grand with subtle embellishments, and the wonderful smell of the kitchen grows larger as you walk through. You see the brightly lit kitchen before you, the appliances a mix of modern and old styled, the color of them all deep greens and brandished golds. A small, simple chandelier hangs down over the middle of a black marble island in the center of the room. There are nice, large, comfy stools made of wood and black leather waiting for you there, the high backs of the stools perfectly curved to lean against. You take seat, and John opens the oven to check what's cooking in there.

"I always forget how good of a cook you are." You say with a soft smile.

"I don't do it often, but I hope you enjoy it when I do." He responds with a small chuckle, pulling a chefs apron in black off a golden hook on the wall, and wrapping it around himself so he may continue cooking.

He gets out a medium golden saucepan, opening the old styled fridge and getting out cream and milk, mixing them into the pot. You watch with fascinated eyes as he does so, then spotting him open the pantry door and seeing it fully stocked with snacks and goodies.

"You really had this place set up, huh?" You comment as he takes out a hefty bar of high quality dark chocolate from the pantry.

"Only the best for my wonderful wife..." He says with that small smile of his, walking over near you and setting up a cutting board.

"Do you wanna learn how to make homemade hot chocolate?" He continues, bringing a sharp chefs knife with him.

You're actually really interested, you've never had John 'teach' you anything so far, so you wonder what kind of mentor he would be.

"Yes, I'd like that."

John nods, and begins to show you and tell you what he's doing. First, he takes the chocolate bar, then sets it on the cutting board. He then explains how sharp these types of knives are and how you have to be careful, showing you how to cut with your knuckles out instead of your fingers.

"Always cut away from yourself..." He explains as he does so himself, chopping the chocolate into finely shredded pieces. "It's kind of hard because you don't want the chocolate to melt too much from your hands, so you have to work fast."

You watch a few more times, a question or two being answered with patience and honestly, and finally you feel your ready. John comes behind you, his hands guiding yours to the right places, then traveling up to your shoulders. You shiver from his touch.

He watches carefully as you cut, making sure to tell you if you're getting too close to your knuckles. You work slower than he does, the chocolate beginning to melt and stick to your fingers, but he doesn't stop you. He wants you to be able to make mistakes and figure it out on your own.

He pulls his hands down to yours a few times when you ask for help, his hands helping yours to get the motion. You feel a blush settling in your cheeks as you think about how close he is, his scent easily inhaled from this distance. You know you're already married to the man, but you can't help but retain that crush you've had on him since the very beginning. He had such a way with being suavely romantic like that, as if he wasn't even trying to do so.

Finally, all the chocolate is cut, your chunks not nearly as fine as John's, but he reassures you it will all melt the same in the end. You both move to the pot of milk that's on the stove, John igniting the gas and the blue flame rising to meet the bottom of the pot. John let's you carefully brush the chocolate off the cutting board into the pot.

He then opens a nearby cupboard, bringing out spices and such.

"I like to put vanilla, cinnamon, and a bit more sugar into mine..." He admits almost sheepishly.

You have to agree, it's interesting to see John, his buff arms on display from his dark undershirt, scars here and there, in a chefs apron talking about his favorite way to prepare hot cocoa. It's not that he can't do such a thing, John could do anything, you know that. It's that he's usually never allowed to be so tender, to have such opinions, to show off this side of himself, even to you, his wife. You're already starting to cherish these moments of bliss with him.

He let's you add the other ingredients yourself with the help of his verbal instructions, and you're happy he does so. You may be his wife, but he knew when he married you that you didn't sign up to be the cook in the family. And you're glad that he never pushed that, but right now, you're enjoying creating something with him, even if it is a recipe.

"So, where up here for 5 whole nights, what do you have planned for me, John?" You say over your shoulder as you stir the heating liquid on the stove.

John is taking what's in the oven out as he responds, the delicious smell of roasted chicken and vegetables filling your nose.

"Oh, a little of this, a bit of that," he plays coy then continues. "Would you prefer if I don't keep it a surprise?"

You think about his question, asked in ernest, and consider it.

"No, but, I guess I'm just excited since what you've already given me has been so wonderful..." You smile and glance at him, watching as he prepares two plates for the evening.

Even this, he does with precision.

"If I didn't know any better, I would have thought you were a real chef." You comment on his culinary skills.

"Ah," he says with a sigh as he wipes clean a spot of loose sauce on the sparkling white plate. "Perhaps, in another life..."

You know John doesn't speak of his work often, but every so often you get a glimpse into his true thoughts and feelings about it. You go back to finishing the hot chocolate without a word.

❄️.*ㅤ

Soon, the two of you have dined and enjoyed your delicious meal, lazing on the livingroom couch together with a mug half filled with cocoa each, the whipped cream all gone.

You lean into John's form, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours, the way the curves fit just perfectly. You listen to Christmas vinyl, all instrumental pieces, softly playing on a record player in the room. You watch outside as the snow piles up and drifts against the room filling windows, letting it block the two of you in here alone with ease.

"Aren't you worried we'll get snowed in?" You whisper to your husband, voice languid and relaxed.

"Not one bit," John chuckles softly in your ear, playing with a strand of your hair between your fingers. "We have more than enough food and resources to last well over a month. Besides, I'm used to the cold."

He kisses your cheek with the last word, and you can't help but smile back.

You bite your lip, thinking about what you want to say back, what you dream of asking, but you know you're not supposed to ask questions into his past. That's not what you're meant to do as his loving wife.

A few moments pass, and you just can't help yourself.

"Where did you grow up, John?" The words fall from your mouth, and you feel the muscles in John's chest tighten, almost reflexively.

He doesn't say anything for a long time, then a breath he seems to have been holding slips out low and slow.

"I grew up as an orphan." He says it slowly, and your eyes widen when you hear, you're grateful your back is against John so he can't see your surprise.

You say nothing, digesting the words, having learned so much from so little. You can imagine that it wasn't at all easy growing up as an orphan, but a part of you wonders, no hopes, that the story has a better end.

"I was born in Belarus," he continues. "And stayed there until I eventually made my way to New York."

Shadows, once again, from your husband. There is so much he's omitting, you know that, and there's so much you wish to ask him for details. You swallow those questions hard, instead remaining silent, in case he wishes to tell more, but not pressing anything.

"The winter's there were pretty harsh, so I find it somewhat comforting to be back in it." he finally says after a long pause. "Reminds me of how far I've come from that."

You feel John's hands move for the first time since this conversation, suddenly no longer frozen against you. It's as if the warmth has begun to flood his body against, forgetting that freezing past of his. He pulls you in tighter, wrapping his arms around you and feeling you there with him. You hear his sigh, and you know that's all he will say about it tonight. He buries his face in your hair, ready to forget for now. You let him.

❄️.*ㅤ

The days at the cabin pass like the last of the snow fall on the peaks of the trees, quiet, hushed, a whisper to a lover with lustful intent. You spend time with John that feels like a century, and as the night of Christmas Eve arrives, you find yourself feeling closer and closer to him without having to say much.

With his away at work all the time, you're cherishing these moments as they come, happy to stay inside with him and the cozy warmth of the fire that John keeps from going hungry. Tonight, you lead him into the living room, where the fire crackles and welcomes you once more. He let's you dance as you do so, helping twirl you as the jazzy songs of the records he puts on dazzle in response.

You pull him to the couch, letting him take a seat before you decide his lap is yours, straddling him. He looks wonderful tonight, his beard trimmed clean and his suit retired for a relaxed fit of a black v-neck that shows off his muscular form wonderfully. You're surprised to see he can even wear jeans, so used to his formal attire he usually comes home from work in. There's no blood splatters or blood holes to be found either. Nothing for you to repair, patch up without a word, the dutiful wife who knows her place in this gone for these moments.

You feel like when you just met, and John was just a charming, handsome man who woo'ed you into his life. No secrets were insight, not quite yet, back then. Just typically lack of knowledge of one another. More equal than ever in those moments.

You kiss him, the fire silhouetting the two of you. Your kiss is passionate and deep, your lips finding his and crushing against them with want and warmth from so deep inside you, you wonder if a flame hasn't ignited there as well. You feel your stomach flutter as you kiss, his hands starting at your back, holding you there as you grind into his lap slowly, as if you're trying not to let him know you're doing it at all. He smiles into the kiss, his hips returning the sensation, obviously knowing what you want.

When the kiss finally breaks, your breathless and looking into those dark eyes, the fire dancing twinkling yellow light on them so you can see the amber inside. You watch him for a moment, watch your handsome husband who breathes heavy beneath you, eyes full of want that he is barely holding back. You know he could take you whenever he wishes, flip you like you weighed that of a feather and fuck your brains out just as easily. But he wants to let you play with him, let you enjoy this and watch you as you do.

"Show me how badly you want it," he says, and you already know what he means.

You lift your skirt, your lacy, delicate panties revealing for just a moment as you straddle one of his thighs. You get in position, slowly taking your top, fluffy sweater off, your bralette matching your panties beneath. He watches with curiosity, a lone hand gently, as light as a moth's wing, gliding against your curves, taking them in.

You shudder as if a chill has found you, but all you have inside is that fiery passion that John flames within. You kiss him again, moving down his neck, pulling down to his chest and trying to get as much surface area as you can from his v-neck. Your hips begin to gently grind against his thigh, the feeling of being able to control your pleasure there wonderful. John chuckles while he watches you struggle to kiss deeper, and you think for a moment he may take his shirt off as well.

"Rip it off," he says with a laugh, and you pull back to look at him.

"I don't think I'm strong enough..." You admit with a smile, waiting for him to tease you.

"I want to see you try." He isn't teasing per se, but he is curious to see the strength you wield.

You laugh for a moment, then see how serious his eyes are about it, and bite your lip. You know he wouldn't make fun of you for not being able to do such a thing, you're no trained fighter the way he is, after all. But you do want to impress him.

You grip that V of his shirt a little harder, and clench your fists tight around it, giving it a testing tug. Nothing happens, and you glance to John, who's bemused by the sight.

"You'll have to try harder than that, love." He whispers, still encouraging you with his tone.

You pull harder this time, using all the muscles in your arms as you can. Still, not much, but you think you hear a few seams tear. You try one more time and finally, a decent part of the V rips open, exposing more of his deliciously defined chest.

"That's a good girl, I knew you could do it." He reassures, cupping your face and letting his thumb rub against your lower lip.

You open wide, letting his thumb enter there, playing with your tongue for a moment, before settling in your mouth. You suck joyfully on it, letting him praise you for being so good, rubbing your wetting cunt on his thigh more. He watches you with a pleased grin, his free hand on your hip, guiding you into his thigh. You let your hands explore his chest as much as you want, enjoying the feel of hard muscle against soft skin there.

"Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy and show him how badly you need his cock?" He says with his head tilted in curiosity, watching your reaction.

You moan and nod, still enjoying letting your mind slowly fade away, turning into the dumb little whore you love to be for him. You keep your body rocking against his and he takes his thumb from your mouth, reaching up to your designer skirt, and ripping through it much faster and easier than you did his shirt. He does away with the rest of that as well, and hears your pouting about the ripped skirt.

"Don't worry, I'll buy you another one." he smirks. "I like it better when I can see all of you."

And with that he unzips your bralette from the front, letting your breasts, heavy with want, fall into his large hands. He takes both of them, rubbing them perfectly in unison, enjoying the feeling there. He likes how soft you are, how all your edges are smooth without sharpness. He enjoys how plump and soft your skin is, telling you such things in a whisper, making the heat of a blush rise to your cheeks and chest. You reach back and center your hands on his legs, giving him a better view of what he desires, and note leverage to grind deeper into his thigh. You needy whines begin to echo in the cabin.

"Oh, is that all, darling?" he says. "I think you can show me how much you want it more than that."

You breathe out, your chest heaving, letting your breasts entice him with each lung full of air.

"I need you so bad..." You whisper, your pussy soaking through your panties.

"Oh really? Should Daddy check?" He says, letting one of his hands move to your awaiting cunt, and testing out how wet you are over your panties.

He rubs there, and you lose it, your eyes rolling back and closing with pleasure that runs through you as he plays with your clit. You grind into his hands, so big and waiting for your pretty little cunt to do such a thing. He stops moving, making you whine more from lack of stimulation, but you know he wants to watch you rub yourself against him first.

"I'm not convinced yet." John raises a skeptical eyebrow and you pretend hate how much work he's making you do.

You touch your own breasts, grinding harder and whining louder, calling his name.

"Tell me what you want, baby girl. Tell me how you want me to fuck you."

"I-I..." You try to get that lustfully full and dumb head of yours to bring coherent words from your moans. "I want you to fuck me in front of the fire. On the floor, from behind, and hold me down like the naughty girl I am..."

You feel a shiver run right down to your cunt from how John smirks at you, happy with your response.

He says nothing, and for a moment you're not sure if you've begged enough yet. But then, without warning, he grabs you, flipping you into his arms, and rising from the couch. He pulls you to him, the heat of his skin against yours giving you tingles. Soon, you're on all fours, the pelt of that bear rug thick and soft between your fingers. You look back, and John's hands are already at your panties, and with a gasp from you, he's ripped those off as well and discarded them.

He in zips his jeans, his cock flopping out, girthy and ready for you.

"Put yourself on Daddy's cock, show me that you want it." He breathes with his own lust only barely concealed.

You back up on your knees, feeling his cock flop against your ass, the size of it so intimidating already. You can already feel your cunt clenching from how badly you want it. Your hand reaches back and moves it so his cock is between your legs underneath you, and you slowly stroke it, enjoying the soft breaths John let's out from the pleasure.

You start by letting it slide between your wet folds, letting it rub it's tip against your clit, enjoying the friction there. Then, finally, as John commanded, you line his cock up with your needy entrance, and slowly let the head breach your folds there, popping inside of you as you moan out.

"That's it. Ease yourself onto me."

You do so, slowly letting your ass back up into him, his cock getting deeper and deeper as you do, stretching you out slowly. He may be your husband, but with a cock like that, you've always had to take your time to accomadate him if you didn't want it to be painful. Other times, the slam of his cock so suddenly inside you was desired, but tonight, you two are taking it slow.

You gasp as you feel his full length slowly fill you, so tight and deep inside of you. John's hands play with gripping your ass, before letting a light, but loud slap go on them.

“Fuck, your tight little cunt feels so good, baby…” He sighs out as he carefully pulls his hips back, starting to pump inside you after.

You moan, loving the way he praises you like that, loving being a good girl for him who takes all of his girthy cock whenever he wants. You hate to admit how mindless you go when he fucks you like this. You feel like every worry and thought is fucked right out of your pretty little head.

John's cock begins to pick up speed, and with your sudden gasps and moans from the faster stimulation he asks if you're taking it alright.

You give a confirming noise and nod, but you can barely speak from how good you're feeling right now.

“That’s a good girl,” John says, his voice tight and husky from how much he's enjoying fucking you. “I want you to touch yourself for me, baby. I wanna feel you cum all over my cock.”

You feel tingles run across your back as his hands station there, plunging his cock deeper as he does. At this rate, you feel like you might even just cum from what he's doing right now. Yet, your clit aches from the lack of attention, so you shift your weight and body so your hand can reach beneath yourself to get to that tender spot.

“Yes, baby…Show me how much you love me fucking you.” John’s voice hushes to you, soft, but commanding.

You do just that, feeling yourself in just the right way, you pleasure doubling as he continues to fill you up with his cock over and over again. You find your cheek against the fur rug, the heat from the fire prickling your skin, at this point making you almost start to sweat. You close your eyes, mouth open and moans uncontrollable.

“Look at me.” John commands, and your eyes flutter open, your head turned to look back at him.

John is just so gorgeous. His ripped, lean body, the glisten of sweat gleaming and twinkling in the fire light. But what really turns you on is his eye contact. Those wolf-like eyes, so deep and dark, looking at you. You can't help but feel like prey to him when he's like this, the way he looks at you like a predator who's just about to earn his hunt. You feel your cunt tightening as you do what he says, your own eyes look at him with scared little doe eyes, afraid to disobey, to not please.

You watch as your husband continues to pound your cunt into oblivion, taking more and more, picking up speed despite how brutal it's already starting to feel. You love the feeling, the feeling of allowing your husband so much power over you, of letting him take your body however he wants. You feel your eyes flutter closed from how close you are, cunt tightening to try to get closer, breath held.

You also hear a deep, animalistic growl from John, and you know you're breaking the rules. He commanded you to look at him, and now you're losing yourself in your pleasure without doing so. Even after you correct yourself, eyes meeting his, you know you've earned a punishment.

He wrenches your hips back into his cock, keeping you there with one hand in a steel grip, the other lifting off and pulling back to slap your ass. You cry out at the first hit, feeling a sting reverberate there. The worst part was how much wetter it made you, how closer you were from every spank he laid upon you ass. He continues, a small smirk on his lips, he knows what he's doing to you.

“Tell me how much you like. Tell me how you deserve to be fucked like this.” John's voice wavers and you know he needs to hear it just as much as you do.

“I…” You try to make your brain work, another gasp and another slap, your ass now red with his hand print. “I need you to punish me for being a bad girl, and not following your rules.”

Your hand is viciously rubbing your swollen and wet cunt, being pushed to its edge by how deep and hard John thrusts into you.

“And?” John urges you on, his cock feeling harder and harder, swollen and ready to fill you as soon as he lets himself do so.

“And I want you to spank me until I'm left with a mark to remember to be a good girl next time…!” You cry out, so close, wanting to close your eyes and focus on your pleasure, but forcing yourself to keep that eye contact with him.

You hear John growl once more, this time from how much he's holding back right now. You know he wants to cum, but he's waiting on you. Your legs begin to shake as you continue to hastily play with your clit. John seems as if he can't take it anymore, and he grabs your hips, pulling them up, his hand snaking under you and pushing yours aside.

“Let Daddy do it for you.” He says as if he's frustrated beyond your comprehension, but you love the way he touches you, so you allow it.

His large hands take up so much more space, engulfing your clit, milking it in the perfect way that makes your breath leave your body and your muscles clench with shivers. You take all he is giving you, watching him as he begins to lose himself in you. You tighten around his cock to a point you don't think you can do more, and begin to feel yourself come over the edge, cunt fluttering and spasming around him.

“That’s my girl…” He sighs out, obviously there is relief in the fact that he can do this for you.

You try your hardest to keep eye contact, but in the end, you close them, finding yourself lost in your own competition. You relish in the feeling of his hand taking your pleasure from you, slowing down and making it last. You feel as he reaches his own point, and finally with a groan, John spills inside of you as you're on the tail end of your finishing. His cum feels hot, almost tingly inside of you, making your head fall against the rug as you take his rutting against you, digging his cum in as deep as he can into your tight little cunt.

When he's done, he slowly pulls out, his hand swiping any stray cum and slipping it back inside you with ease. You feel completely exhausted, and he can tell. John takes you into his arms, pulling you onto his chest as he lays next to the fire with you. You feel yourself softly drift off to sleep as John pets your hair, whispering sweet praises in your ear.

“I love you…” He ends on after complimenting your body and everything else he adores about you.

You softly mumble a return, and with that sleep has taken you.

❄️.*ㅤ

John surprises you for the rest of the trip. Ice skating down at the lake, amazing dinners, long baths together with glasses of bubbly champagne just to name a few.

When it comes to the day of Christmas Eve, he's somehow managed to make some of your favorite family dishes. You look over the feast, and feel at home here with him. You never want to leave this cabin, but you know in the coming days you will have to. You love how close you and John have gotten here.

“How did you know?” You say after he reveals tonight's dinner, John’s arms wrapped around you while he snuggles into the crook of your neck.

“I have my ways…” He says mysteriously, and you know he will just leave it at that.

You two dine, laughing and carefree, something you didn't think you would see from John this often.

When you're done, you curl up on a couch near the tree, and John begins to pull out a few presents.

“Don’t you want to wait until tomorrow?” You ask him.

“I know your family always celebrates on Christmas Eve instead of day…” And for a moment you try to remember if you've told your husband that, or if this is another one of his mysterious ways.

You decide it doesn't matter, because you're just happy he cares and is thoughtful enough for any of this.

He hands you a small silver wrapped box first. He watches as you accept it and begins to open it with a smile twinkling in his dark eyes. You can tell he enjoys this.

You open the present, and are met with the most beautiful necklace you’ve ever seen. It's perfectly your taste, and when John goes to put it on you, it hangs beautifully on your neckline. You feel him kiss up your neck as you thank him for something so gorgeous.

“You don't need to thank me,” he whispers in your ear. “Someone as beautiful as you deserves beautiful gifts.”

You can't help the smile creeping on your lips from that line, and you turn so your lips can crush against his with a grin. He turns the kiss, his soft, plump lips enjoying yours.

Then, it's your turn. You hand him a gift from you, and you feel a little nervous in comparison to what he's just given you. You know yours is less expensive, and you wonder if you should have gone for something so handmade.

John slowly and carefully tears off the red and green wrapping, and when he's done he's met with a small leather-bound book. He glances up at you with curiosity, then opens it.

What he finds is a photo album filled with photos of you two over the time you've been together. There's pictures of you on some of your first dates with him, pictures of your honeymoon, vacations you've had together. There's even some of you two around the apartment being silly together. John says nothing, but slowly turns each page, looking over each photo with care.

You fiddle with the edge of your sleeve, wondering if he likes it or not.

Finally, he gets to the end where you've left a heartfelt message to him about how you feel. He reads it, then to your relief, a smile slowly finds itself on his lips.

“This is…” He starts, then loses the words. “I can't describe to you how perfect this is.”

You feel the breath you were holding leave your lungs, and you lean into him next to you on the couch. He wraps an arm around you and brings you closer, kissing the top of your head as he does.

“I…will cherish this, thank you, my love…” He whispers into your ear, and you feel your heart swell.

You two continue exchanging smaller gifts, John somehow getting everything on your list, and you outfitting him with things he likes. You know the first gift was his favorite from how he keeps looking through it. You two end the night with rum and eggnogs while watching your favorite Christmas show, happy to be with each other. You couldn't ask for a better Christmas.

#john wick x reader #john wick fic #john wick fanfic #john wick x f!reader #my writing #christmas 2023

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vxnillite · 1 year

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[part 1] shameless recoms Z-Dog and Walker x AFAB reader smut

NSFW (minors dni)

here's part 2 (i'll also link it at the end)

I was already insane over Z-Dog, now get ready for wave two of that ft. Walker, and I'm starting off with a bang. I feel like I have been pushed beyond the true point of no return, so I'm gonna drag everyone down with me.

Friend said there is no heterosexual energy around these women and I totally agree

I tried my best to keep it gender-neutral despite reader being portrayed as AFAB, and my friend said the neutrality is pretty good, so I hope that this works for others, too.

tags: AFAB reader, gender-neutral, threesome, fingerfucking, fingersucking, nipple play, daddy kink, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, degradation (they call you a slut) Word count: 2393

(you just can't look at them then tell me they're not into women; unless you give me proof they aren't, keep arguing with the wall)

You were lying in bed, reading info logs on your data pad, when you heard the door hiss open. You swiftly turned your head towards it, then your shoulders dropped and you sighed in relief when you saw that it was just Z and Walker, your roommates. Judging by their glistening, blue skin, they'd just come back from the showers.

The two went to throw their dirty clothes in the laundry chute. "We didn't hear you leave the shower room," Z said casually, one brow slightly raised as she looked at you.

"Uh, yeah… I kinda just slipped out of there," you said, watching as they walked over to your bunk. Z loudly plopped herself down on your legs and Walker sat quietly on the edge of the bed next to you. "I was dead tired from all that recom body training," you added.

You noticed Z glancing at Walker's direction. You could only assume that Walker had looked back with the same knowing look on her face because Z's lips clicked into a grin.

Z then shifted her gaze onto you as she ghosted her long, slender, blue fingers up your leg, a playful smirk on her thin lips. "Too tired to have some fun, (Y/N)?"

Oh, no, you thought. The way she emphasised the word 'fun' sent your nerves thrumming with excitement and anticipation. Without thinking, you pressed your thighs together. You were late to realise what you'd done. Z was already revelling in the reaction she'd caused, staring back at you with hubris all over her face.

"C'mon, guys," you tried to reason, tone sheepish as Z changed to a firm hand slowly caressing your leg. You swallowed nervously. "It's really late, and training starts ea—"

Walker put a hand on your cheek and pushed your face towards her, her touch soft yet assertive. "Turning us down? You never did that before," she teased, a more subtle smirk on her lips. "Daddy misses having lots of fun with you, sugar~"

Z got on her hands and knees and stalked her way up to your face. She pressed her weight down half your body, draped her arm over your stomach, held your waist firmly, and whispered in your ear, "I know you want it, too, doll~"

She wedged her knee right up your crotch and your breath hitched reflexively. Heat instantly crawled up your face, but before you could do or say anything else, Walker grabbed your data pad and put it up on the top bunk, never once breaking eye contact with you. Her eyes pierced you with a ravenous hunger burning behind her glowing irises. Then she got closer to you and lightly kissed your jaw, dragging her tongue on your skin for a brief moment. A chill ran up your spine.

Z sensed it, and she wasted no time to start riling you up, too. You felt her press her tongue against your neck. She licked down to the base of it, leaving wet kisses and playful bites all over you. Meanwhile, the hand on your waist had snuck up under your tank top to rest on the bare small of your back, and Z pulled you closer to her. You felt her warm thigh against your mound.

You couldn't help keep a tiny moan from slipping out of you, and Walker was quick to take advantage of your agape lips, pushing her tongue in between them as she kissed you while her hands slowly roamed over whatever part of you that she could reach. Her touch left your skin tingling, as if tiny lightning bolts were shooting out of her fingertips.

Succumbing to your own carnal desire, you licked Walker's tongue as you kissed her back, pulling her in by the neck with your left hand. At the same time, you placed your other hand firmly on Z's chest, then you felt her grab it. She licked your fingers, the hollow of your palm, then started trailing kisses up your arm. When she reached your jaw, you broke away from Walker, and Z pulled you in for a searing kiss of her own.

"Told you they'd be down for it," Walker smirked, chuckling. Then she lowered herself down on your neck. It stung when she sank her canines into the crook, but it excited you just as much. You felt your clothed sex throb excitedly, and your thighs tightened around the knee that was still pressed up against you.

Walker began to pull your tank top off you, and because you had already prepped to go to sleep, you had nothing else underneath it. Z pulled away to let Walker finish stripping you of your top, only to pounce back with a tugging bite on your lower lip. You licked her lips and closed the distance between the two of you once more.

You moaned into Z's mouth as you felt Walker doing away with your chest, fondling, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting wherever she pleased. She did all that while her other hand caressed your thigh. Then she dragged her hot tongue further down your stomach, leaving light kisses on the way and down your exposed v-line. She pulled on the waistband of your shorts and underwear, but only to expose your mound, licking and kissing it briefly before continuing down to your thighs. Z moved her own knee out of the way as Walker knelt between your legs. She kept kissing you all over.

Meanwhile, Z had been playing with you the entire time. She was more intense and rougher than Walker normally was—their duality worked perfectly to drive you insane every time. Z tugged lightly on your queue braid while she kissed you senseless. It felt weirdly pleasurable. As you two alternated between sloppy kissing and tongue rolling, Z's hand roamed all over your top half, then eventually settled to squeezing and playing with your tits. You were grabbing and fondling hers, too, from under her tank top.

Then, finally, Walker pulled your shorts and underwear down completely. Z immediately cupped your hot, wet pussy, pulling away just in time to let you gasp and moan out loud. You didn't mean to, but Z loved hearing it, anyway. She slid her fingers up between your folds, collecting that slick fluid on her fingertips, then brought those fingers up to her mouth. Watching her do it made you feel weak—the good kind, of course.

"Tongue out, doll."

You instantly obeyed, wantonly looking up at Z as she placed her fingers—wet with her saliva and your slick—on your broadened tongue. You licked, sucked, and nibbled lightly on her digits.

"Yeah, just like that," she smirked, "Keep being good for us and maybe we'll give you something to suck on other than just fingers."

Your mind went immediately to something specific. Something long, girthy, and hidden in the drawers by the head of your bunk. You spiralled at your wild imagination, panting shamelessly on Z's fingers.

Your breathing became more laboured as you felt Walker getting closer and closer to your sex. She kissed around it, teasing you. Running out of patience, you bucked your hips upward at the air and mewled stubbornly.

"And to think you were turning us down earlier," Z snickered. She took her fingers out your mouth and slowly moved them down your stomach, her touch as light as a feather, yet as hot as burning coal.

You were helpless and at their absolute mercy—just as you always were. You tried your best to muffle your moans with the back of your hand, which was quickly replaced by Z with her fingers again. Oh, she just loved putting anything in your mouth. You shamelessly sucked on her long, slender digits as you felt both women inching closer to your sex. But Z stopped with her fingers on your mound, Walker on the crevice between your thigh and pussy.

You squirmed and whimpered. The two chuckled evilly.

Z pulled her fingers out your mouth and pushed away the stray hair that clung to your face. "You want us, doll?"

"Fuck, yes, I want you."

Walker blew subtly on your pussy. "Beg for it."

You groaned. Why the hell were they stalling like they didn't want this just as bad? Still, you had nothing against them. You were putty in their hands.

"Please, please make a mess of me."

Walker and Z looked at each other smugly. Good enough, they agreed.

Z pushed her fingers back into your mouth, letting you suck them more fervently than before at the same time as she finally touched your clit and Walker kissed your lower lips. The former rubbed your sensitive nub of nerves, and the latter licked your folds in circles. You twitched and grinded your hips, moaning and panting loudly with Z's fingers still on your tongue.

"Just like old times," Z snickered. She drummed her fingers on your clit. "Such a fucking slut~"

"Our slut," Walker added before hungrily lapping up your wet cunt, slurping and sucking loudly. "Moan for us, sugar~"

Oh, you wanted to hate their scheming, conspiring, horny asses so badly. They knew you all had training tomorrow. But they just couldn't wait for an off-day, could they.

Yet you moaned anyway, letting go of whatever modesty you still had left clinging onto you. The thought that someone might hear you outside your door had been long buried by your desire for both women. Your hips pushed themselves up against Walker's face, and she grabbed your ass, striking one cheek with her palm as she ate you out like a starving beast. Z was busy playing with your hard, perked nipples, flicking her tongue over one and pinching the other with her fingers. She chuckled as she did so, aware of how close to bursting that ball of heat in your crotch was.

But then Walker pulled away, leaving only a broadened tongue pressed against your throbbing pussy. You felt her hot breath on your folds as she chuckled. How fucking evil. But you didn't have the time or coherence to curse her. Desperate for release, you grinded your pussy against her tongue.

Z pulled away from your chest, too. She sat back up and watched you. It turned her on to watch how your expressions twisted with frustration and ecstasy, how erratic your hips moved as you chased your orgasm in futility.

She laughed mockingly. "Oh, Walker, now that's just mean."

"It's more fun this way, and you know it," Walker answered as she moved further away from your crotch and sat up.

You whimpered at her absence, then at her grabbing and squeezing your ass cheeks. She teased, "You wanna cum, sugar?"

You looked her in the eyes and nodded eagerly. "Yes, please…"

Walker slapped your ass. It stung bad, but you wanted her to do it again. "Surely, you can do better than that," she said sternly.

Z clamped her hand down on your throat and licked your cheek. "If you want it that bad," she whispered, biting your ear, "You gotta use your words, baby~"

You looked back into Z's eyes. Her gaze alone made you shiver. "Do anything you want to me," you quivered, "Just let me cum, please, daddy~"

The grips on your throat and ass tightened in sync. "Again."

"Absolutely anything—please, daddy~"

Z pulled you up in the blink of an eye, locking your lips in an intense yet chaste kiss before she settled to sit behind you. She had your arms tangled up behind your back, which kept you in place. Meanwhile, Walker stalked over and pushed your thighs as far apart as possible. She pushed two fingers into your slick, dripping hole—an erotic squelch resounded as she did—and Z flicked and rubbed your clit. They both started at a fast pace, motivated by the wanton sounds that came from your mouth.

You were seeing stars within seconds. Your vision went hazy as euphoria came in waves. You threw your head back on Z's shoulder, staring open-mouthed at the top bunk's underside, tongue lolling as you moaned and called them their favourite nickname. Your almost-instantaneous orgasm rocked your entire body; you were twitching violently between the two women.

But that only motivated them to keep up the merciless pace. Even as your walls convulsed around her fingers, Walker kept drilling into your pussy. Then Z's fingers drifted down towards your entrance, and she joined in on Walker's fun at an alternating pace. God, the noises you made from both sets of lips were absolutely gonna land you an HR summon in the morning.

Walker then leaned forward and licked your lips. You caught her tongue and started sucking on it, locking eyes with her as you did.

"That's it~ Be a good little ragdoll bitch for your daddies tonight," Z rasped as she nibbled on your ear. "I promise you'll still be walking tomorrow."

"Hah," Walker smirked, kissing the corner of your lips, "Just barely."

You grinded your hips faster as the two kept fucking you, each with two fingers up your hole. You cummed a second time, your whole body tensing and twitching between them. Z bit down on your neck, while Walker kissed you hungrily. You rolled your tongue over hers as you moaned into her mouth.

It took minutes for your body to finally relax, and only then did they pull their fingers out of you. They took their sweet time licking your juices off their fingers. You tried to gather your wits about you as they did. Panting, you slumped back against Z as you felt her unlock your arms from behind you. They felt sore, given that Z was really holding you back so tightly. With your eyes closed, you tilted your head towards Z, and she leaned down to kiss you, hands slowly roaming your body.

You felt Walker leave the bed, heard her footsteps headed towards the drawers. No need to look to know which one she'd opened. "Hey, Z-Dog, you wanna use one, too?" she asked.

When Z pulled away, you turned to lazily kissing her neck. "'Course I do," she smirked, "Dibs on the ribbed one."

"Fine," Walker dragged jokingly as she kicked the drawer shut. The metal clanged like a bell at a boxing match.

The next round was just about to begin.

part 2

#avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #reader insert #shameless #smut #zdog x reader x walker #recom z dog #recom zdinarsk #recom walker #zdog is daddy #walker is also daddy #so why not have both

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daydreamingleclerc · 2 years

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one of those nights - mick schumacher

summary: in which, it’s inevitable that you, the daughter of a haas engineer begins dating a haas driver, but conflicting schedules mean you and mick don’t see one another as much as you like, until you come home from work one day to find him waiting for you.

warnings: soft bf!mick, angie content, daddy comes up a few times (but it’s more lighthearted than it is sexual), oral (f), unprotected sex, praise kink in full force, tooth rotting fluff. not been proof read :)

requested: no

notes: i did have a plus/mid-size reader in mind while writing this. i'm on my period right now so i needed bf!mick desperately <3

“hey, soph,” you buzzed your neighbor from the flat nextdoor as you rocked backwards and forwards on your feet, attempting to not only stay awake but also to keep away the nipping chill, “i think i left my key to the front door at work, is there any way you can let me in?”

sophia was a nice enough neighbor, she took in your mail when you went away for the weekend, and she cleaned your car whenever she cleaned hers, and so when she buzzed you into the complex, you sighed a long, deep huff of relief. you weren’t sure if it was the almost-forty hour week you’d just completed, or if it was the fact that you weren’t seeing mick for another five days that had drained you, but you tried not to dwell on it too much.

when you arrived at your front door, you noticed that it was on the latch. damien, your flatmate, had gone away on a cruise with his boyfriend and you never left it on the latch when you were home alone, especially because of your cat, polly.

your heart almost skipped a beat when you saw the gym bag dropped at the corner of the hallway, all black with a tiny little haas logo on it – something you wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t see it on almost every piece of clothing your boyfriend, and your father, owned. the possibility that your parents had shown up unannounced to visit you for the weekend was unlikely, however the possibility that your boyfriend, mick, had shown up unannounced seemed more than likely.

your intuition was confirmed when you saw angie, mick’s australian shepherd, heading in your direction with her tail wagging in excitement. she’d clearly missed you as much as you missed her, the usually well-behaved ball of fluff almost knocking you to the floor and walking all over you in her haste. “hey, angie, baby!” you smiled widely, rubbing the spot behind her ears and kissing her nose, to which she responded by licking long stripes up your nose. “where’s daddy, hm, is daddy here too?”

“i could get used to being called that,” mick peered around the corner from your living room, and as soon as you saw him you dropped everything and ran. he anticipated the hug, opening his arms wide for you as you jumped into them, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, knocking the air out of him in the process. mick smiled as he smelt the familiar scent of your shampoo, and he couldn’t help but hum. “i’ve missed you so much, babygirl.”

“i’ve missed you more,” you smiled, wriggling out of his arms to drop your feet to the floor, “daddy.” you watched his cheeks turn red and his lips curl up into a smirk as you said the words, and you pressed your lips to his.

mick clearly enjoyed it because of the way he kissed you, one hand on your back while the other rested on your cheek, like a fairytale kiss. the moment could’ve easily continued, but it was paused momentarily when polly clawed her way back through the open window - you were lucky enough to have a bottom floor apartment that had grass and shrubbery outside of it so that polly could get some air if she wanted to.

“what’re you doing here?” you asked, “i thought we said next weekend.”

mick shrugged and kissed you once more, each time making your heart skip a beat more than the last. “we did,” he said, “but i cleared my whole schedule for the next week so i can be with you,” a smirk grew on his face and he spun you around 180 degrees, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kissed down your neck, “plus, with no flatmate for ten days that means we can fuck wherever we like.”

you blushed heavily at his sentence, and swatted his bicep – which had gotten bigger since you last saw him – with the back of your hand.

“you’re such a man, mickie.” you teased, scoffing at his comment once it had sunk in.

“and you’re so beautiful,” he hummed, kissing your neck once more. his hands skimmed under your work shirt, untucking it from your trousers and letting his cool fingers drag along your hot skin. your breath hitched when he began to unbutton the shirt, his lips still on your neck as he worked on the buttons, humming to himself proudly when he got them open.

you shivered in his embrace when he ran his fingers up your stomach, and when he pinched your nipples between his thumb and forefinger delicately, he knew instantly that he hadn’t felt this bra before.

“is this a new bra?”

“mhm,” you nodded sheepishly, spinning around in his embrace before he could do it for you, and when you did, his breath hitched. “do you like it?”

mick pushed the shirt off of your shoulders and watched as it pooled at your ankles. his fingers came to hook underneath the straps and down to your boobs, where he groped them softly. “like it?” he questioned, “baby, i love it.”

he had every right to be in awe, the colour suited your skin tone perfectly and mick knew how much you loved it.

“can i take it off?” he asked, reminiscent of the first night you spent together, and when you nodded he wasted no time.

the bra pooled at your feet and you whined ever so softly when his lips latched around one of your nipples. you worked at unbuttoning his jeans, helping him shimmy out of them until they hit the floor.

“get on the floor for me, baby,” mick cooed, helping you down to the soft, plush carpet, where you sat with your back against the foot of the sofa. mick didn’t waste any time once more as he helped you free yourself of your work trousers, tossing them behind him with a thud. “may i?” he asked, hooking your underwear between his fingers, and when you nodded he pulled the thin, lace material from your legs too, barely even recognising that they matched the bra.

you pulled at his t-shirt as he got comfortable on his stomach, pulling you closer to him by your legs until you were laid flat on the ground. he licked an experimental stripe up and down your pussy and you jolted, your mouth immediately falling open, and when you tugged on his hair, he began to find a slow, steady rhythm for his tongue.

“god, mick,” you moaned, “you feel so good, please don’t stop.”

if there was one thing mick loved, it was your vocality in bed. you never failed to give him an ego boost, and he never failed to give you an orgasm. he reached out for your hand, and with one reaching to tug on his hair, you slung your legs over his shoulders and he grabbed your free hand.

“god, Y/N,” he groaned, pulling away momentarily, “you taste so sweet, just like a fuckin’ strawberry.”

you hummed, arching your back as his free fingers circled your entrance, teasing the wetness from you. “mickie, no teasing,” you pouted, “please, i need them so bad.”

mick pulled his mouth away from you momentarily to bring his face up to yours. “how can i ever say no to that voice?” he cooed, pushing two of his fingers inside of you. your face scrunched up in pleasure, mouth forming into a silent O as he curled them in come hither motions.

he dropped his head back down to your clit, focussing his tongue on flicking back and forth, side to side and figure of eights to help bring you to your orgasm. the noises you were making were like music to his ears, and he wished he could have them on replay in his mind forever, but then he’d never get any work done.

mick’s hips began to rock steadily against the floor to relieve himself of the pressure of his throbbing dick, and as he did so he began to moan. the cacophony of noise filling your living room would undoubtedly be heard by your neighbours, but you didn’t care.

“holy fuck!” you cried when mick added a third finger, and he began to squeeze at your other hand with his as he moaned, the vibrations sending tingles up your spine. you could feel him everywhere, all over you and in that moment you couldn’t help but burst – you could barely even get your words out before you came.

even mick began to pant as he pulled away from you, his chin and fingers glistening in your wetness. he looked so innocent, yet so incredibly attractive and you found it so endearing. he slid up to you, and you carefully brought his fingers to your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them as if you were doing it to his dick.

“shit, Y/N, i love it when you do that,” he said, wiping the hair from your face, “but we have all week to make up for lost time, so let’s not rush it, hm?”

you nodded, pulling away from his fingers. “do you wanna stay in here or shall we move to the bedroom?”

“here’s fine, gorgeous,” mick crooned. you helped him as best you could from your position now being back on the floor, “anywhere’s fine as long as it’s with you.”

you faked a gag and mick laughed, digging his fingers into your ribs as he set himself up above you. his hair had now grown out and it had began to flop back over his face which you loved so much. “you’re such an unbelievably hopeless romantic, mickie,” you teased, running a hand along his cheek.

“only for you, darling,” he replied, lining himself up with you.

mick’s hand found yours again, fingers entwining as he pushed into you softly and slowly, the tip coating itself in your wetness. he pulled out again straight after, mirroring what he said earlier on about not rushing himself this evening, and every time he pushed inside of you a little bit more until eventually he was buried inside of you.

your eyelids fluttered shut as he pushed out half way and then back in, unused to the feeling after almost a month without it – without him. “can we stay like this, mickie? ‘s been a while, i need to adjust.”

“whatever you need, angel.” mick leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, and rubbed his against yours in an eskimo kiss straight after, a feeling that left you bubbly inside.

a few minutes passed of you two just sitting in that moment, with tender kisses and sweet touches, and everything felt so perfect. “i’m ready now, mickie,” you hummed, and with that, mick pulled out of you fully and pushed back in.

you squeezed at his hand, a sharp intake of breath forming as he picked up a soft but steady rhythm on top of you. the noises coming from your mouth were truly heavenly in mick’s eyes, he’d never heard sounds so beautiful.

“you’re doing so well for me, princess,” he cooed, “so fuckin’ pretty.”

“you feel so good, mick, so deep.”

the heightened praise your boyfriend was giving you made every crevice of your body tingle, and mick knew how the words made you feel, especially when he spoke them. mick’s hips began to fall out of rhythm as you began to clench around his dick, and he couldn’t think of anything else but how well you were taking him.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, pausing for a moment while you were on the brink of orgasm, “so fuckin’ beautiful for me, baby –” he began circling your clit with his forefinger, “-- god, i love you.”

“i – fuck, mick, i love you too,” you braced your hands on the back of mick’s neck and pulled him in gently, which in turn gave him the upper hand on making sure you kept your eyes on him. “‘m gonna cum, mickie, please can i?”

“keep your eyes on me, babygirl,” mick whispered, squeezing your hand once again, “promise you’ll keep looking?”

“mhm,” was all you could say in that moment, your brain completely clouded with thoughts of your second orgasm. within seconds, you were cumming around him, keeping your eyes open albeit a struggle, and mick’s hips fell staccato as you did so, the way your pupils expanded as you came and the way you moaned made it difficult for him to hold off on his own.

you panted, closing your eyes momentarily before mick pulled out of you. you’d played this game several times before, forgoing the condom and then mick swiftly having to get to his knees before any accidents happened.

you outstretched your tongue without a single word, and mick crawled over to your side on his knees as he used one hand to pump himself. you still laid flat on the floor, but one of your hands had moved to caress his balls above you, and as you did he came with a loud cry of your name.

mick flopped down to your side, snagging the blanket that was on the sofa and covering the pair of you with it. he kissed your hair as you laid on his chest, much like he always did.

“i mean it,” mick hummed, “i love you, angel.”

“i know, mickie, i love you too,” you leaned up to kiss his lips, “having you here for a whole week’ll feel like we live together.”

mick smiled at your obliviousness, knowing he’d been dropping hints about the pair of you moving in together for months. “why don’t you move in with me at the end of the week?”

“sorry?” you asked, shifting to face him now with a big smile, “are you serious?”

“of course i am, i’ve been dropping hints for months now, baby,” he kissed you once more, “i don’t need a definitive answer now, but we’ll call this week a trial run – a taster session of living with me, if you will.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his idiocy. there was nothing to think on – of course you wanted to move in with mick, but you’d make sure to drag it out to the end of the week just to keep him on his toes. it was always more fun that way.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x y/n #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher blurb #mick schumacher smut #mick schumacher one shot #mick schumacher blurbs #mick schumacher x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 fluff #f1 one shot #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 blurb

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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omg u got me thinking about football player reiner and his nerdy girlfriend

ok so hear me out here. his pretty gf loves praise and validation wheater its from her grades or just affirmations.and he notices the she gets all shy and cute when he compliments her!! so he takes advantage of that (more like exploit) during sex with like the “youre doing so good for me” or “you look so pretty when you cum”

I am (s)creaminggg! like i swear y’all are in my head fr because I was just thinking this! 😵‍💫

cw: college au!, black !fem, plus size reader, praise kink, fingering, dom/sub, dumbification, pet names

firm believer in the fact that reiner just exudes dom energy..not in the sense of being some weird, annoying alpha male but he really..really enjoys taking care of his girl, in every aspect. he does everything he can to assure that you’re loved, protected and validated. He knows that big brain of yours is at work all day long..solving problems for yourself and everyone else around you. Getting the highest grades, serving on all the campus committees and just being an all around pillar in your class. It’s quite admirable and he never misses an opportunity to tell you so..like when he’s lying on your bed; legs extended out to either side with you in between them..

he’s leaning against your headboard with all the stuffed animals you own surrounding him underneath as your back presses to his bare, barreled chest. Those big muscular arms draped across your shoulder with your nails digging deep into his skin; you’re whimpering..soaking wet and a sopping mess, thanks to those large, thick fingers stuffed to the brim inside of your needy little cunt. “You’re doing so good, babygirl..that pussy’s so tight f’r me..” growling into your ear as he flicks his tongue around the lobe, sending further chills up your spine. “B-baby…I—can’t..”

Oh, it’s so slippery for him..tight and barely wanting to let him go, even after swearing you couldn’t make them fit. See, Reiner knows you’re capable of anything you put your pretty little mind to, especially with the right amount of encouragement..never shying away from the chance to tell his baby just how proud he is, knowing that it gets you equally aroused as it does excited. Watching you bury yourself on those digits and push down until there was nothing left except the palm. “Yes you can. I knew you could do it for me, princess…I knew you could take daddy’s fingers just like I asked you to. And you look so pretty when you come all over them.” giving you infinite praise in hopes to keep that sweet honey trickling down his knuckles. Just then another high pitched wail escapes your lips as tiny droplets of drool dangle from the corner and you go damn near limp from all the stimulation…oh yes, he’s found your weakness and now, he never wants to let you go. Wishing he could keep his cute little slut impaled on these fingers forever..

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maehemthemisfit · 2 years

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄

⬩ synopsis: In which your child keeps you from getting sleep but fear not, the tr daddies will make sure you get some rest! ᶻᶻᶻ

⬩ warnings: mentions of pregnancy, baji being alive bc im in denial, mentions of past trauma, and pure fluff (pt. 1?)

⬩ ❝ [ft. KAZUTORA x fem!Reader] ¡! ❞ | Requests Are Open!! | TokyoRevMasterlist

♡ You were a few months pregnant when it happened one particular night.

♡ It was almost 3am when your baby decided to drop kick your bladder, ripping you from sleep to go used the bathroom for the nth time.

♡ Amidst a few sighs, you thought you could ease back into slumber alongside your loving husband Kazutora, but you couldn't find that comfortable position you once had.

♡ Left side, right side, on your back, legs crossed— Every position your baby seemed to have a problem with, sending more kicks and wiggles that you couldn't ignore.

♡ You didn't want to wake up Kazutora since he already had a long day at work, so your next best idea was so find someplace to be to not disturb him with your shuffling.

♡ He immediately noticed your absence and that you weren't there to warm him up when he tried to snuggle closer to you

♡ Ofc when this bby finds out you were having trouble sleeping, he's all cuddles and kisses and will do anything, even stay up with you, until you fall asleep again.

♡ This boy is so soft i love him sm

♡ 10/10 when it comes to getting you to sleep

♡ You already know your kid's finna love him since as soon as he started talking, both you and your baby relaxed. Any stress you previously had evaporated, becoming more comfortable in the arms of Kazutora.

♡ He'll talk all night, soothing rubs on your arms and bump until you're dozing off again.

♡ AND WHEN I TELL YOU HIS TIRED VOICE

♡ UGH imma simp

♡ He's just too precious and you wouldn't have it any other way.

The blistering cold was relentless in its journey throughout the apartment you shared with 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀. The city lights brushed against the blinds that dressed the open sliding glass door, a slight breeze slipping through.

A shiver ran down Kazutora's spine, his face snuggling into his pillow as his arm reached to your side of the bed, only to be met with silky covers, wrinkled with past movement and partially hanging off the bed.

He stirred from his sleep, citrine eyes fluttering open and taking note of your absence. There was always a tiny bit of panic that bubbled in his chest whenever you disappeared, but he's been through so much in your relationship to know the two of you were inseparable. From hugs, light touches, and loved filled kisses— even at his worse, he knew you would never abandon him.

Sitting up, Kazutora rubbed away the fatigue that clung to his eyes, bare feet slipping into his indoor slides and ready to find where you wandered off to.

He was about to cross into the hallway when a breath of air brushed against his legs, drawing his attention to the balcony connected to the bedroom. A huff escaped his lips, thinking he'd left it open by mistake until he came closer, seeing the outline of you slouched over the railing.

You idly played with your wedding ring, the frigid air kissing your skin in a way you didn't mind. The sound of cars and 24-hour shops made for great ambiance, making you feel nostalgic from all the times you snuck out with Kazutora as kids, running around past your bedtime and going to the playground at night to chill on the swings.

The way he smiled, the way he pouted any time you ruffled his hair, and the way he grumbled whenever you called him munchkin just to tease him. He would always come to your house every Wednesday to study, which consisted of many snacks and procrastinating but the two of you always found time to finish your work.

Once a week became almost every day when things started becoming heated in his household, the small boy seeking comfort in your open arms, living in his safe haven he deemed your embrace.

You were always there for him as he was for you. Even when times became rough when baji... when baji almost died because of him. You were there at the hospital, his hand in yours, urging him to own up to his mistakes and make things right with the people he once called friends.

In your reminiscent daze, you failed to realize the person behind you until their chest pressed against your back and their arms entangled your waist.

"Couldn't sleep again?" Kazutora mumbled, his face buried in your neck and hair tickling your face as his pressed lazy kisses to your bare shoulder. You hummed a no, your previously fidgeting hands coming to rest on his.

"Our princess isn't tired, it seems." Our... the singular word made his heart stutter, a smile curving his lips when he heard your tired voice. His hands slid against yours, finding their way under your his shirt to meet the growing bump of your stomach.

It's been nearly seven months since the first test and still he found it hard to keep his composure when it came to your child, thoughts of finally holding them and being a better father than his dad always played in his mind like a broken record. At times you found yourself having to calm him down from his ramblings anytime he spoke to your belly, peppering the plump skin with gentle rubs and kisses he'd hoped his little angel felt.

What could he say? He was just excited to have another good thing in his life.

He could feel the small movements of his daughter, tiny kicks making his eyes slightly well up, feeling as if he was struck with your hormones.

"I'll stay up with you until you fall back asleep," pressing another kiss to your nape, he turned you around, keeping you in his grasp a minute longer before giving you a soft smile, "Let's try and lay down, yeah?"

After the two of you lied down, it was nothing but a fit of cuddles, rubs, and soft whispers that somehow made both his little angels tired. Kazutora couldn't be anymore happy to have small moments like this, he would gladly give up his sleep if it meant taking care of you.

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anxious3xpress · 2 years

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18 | Fake Dating

Eddie Munson x Reader

Inspired by 18 - Anarbor

You’re daddy’s good little girl and you’re sick of it. Your best friend Eddie devises a plan that goes a little sideways.

“I am so sick of how smothering my dad is” Y/N sighs as they enter Eddie’s trailer. You’ve just spent the past 45 minutes getting a lecture about curfew, college and being “good”.

Eddie is at the table mid mouthful of cereal. He smiles after he swallows and you feel at ease, stress seems to slip away when you’re around him. You had been best friends for the past year, you both flirted relentlessly with each other but you knew he didn’t really mean it, just harmless fun.

“You know, you could just run away. Scare the hell out of him, return full of piercings and a bad dye job” He laughs, you both were opposites. He, the metal head nerd obsessed with DND, long hair and tattoos. You, the straight A student, never a crease in your clothes, sleek hair and natural makeup that your dad finally allowed at 17.

Now at 18, it was beyond a joke how controlling your parents were. They expected you to call every time you went to a friends house, expected you home an hour BEFORE curfew, no partying, no boyfriends, nothing. Everything was focused on getting a good education and even though you were one of the tops in your class, they still didn’t give you freedom.

“You know, I think my dad would have a heart attack if I came home like that, even just wearing one of your hellfire shirts would give him a stroke” You teased as you sat down across from him, accidentally hitting his leg with yours.

“Our hellfire club is for the intelligent elite, you’d fit right in….and you’d look great in one of my hellfire shirts” He flirted, looking at you and then going back to finishing his cereal.

“Sometimes I just want to shake the sense into both of them. Or just piss them off enough to leave me the fuck alone” You said in frustration.

“Date me….well pretend to…that would surely piss them off. They do love to hate me, into all the other stereotypes everyone else adores. Mean and scary” Eddie said, his foot grazing yours under the table. A chill ran down your spine. While Eddie was one of your closest friends, you couldn’t help but have a tiny crush on him.

“I’d piss you off too much.” You laugh. “And you are mean and scary” you joked, giving his arm a push as he got up to put his bowl in the sink. He leaned against the counter.

“You piss me off already” He said playfully, “and that’s hurtful, I am the perfect gentleman. All fathers would love me if they got to know me” He claimed with a hand on his heart.

“But seriously, can you imagine the look on your dad’s face if you brought me home?” Eddie asked, as you stood up to get a drink and stand beside him leaning on the counter.

“I mean it would be fun. Would certainly piss them off and I’m not doing anything illegal” You considered it. Harmless fun. Right?

He turned to stand in front of you, inches apart. He grabbed your arms and you felt your skin go all hot. He dropped to the floor on one knee

“Will you be my fake girlfriend Y/N?“ He asked, his huge brown eyes staring up at you while he laughed softly.

“You’re such a drama Queen, but fine okay. Yes Eddie I’ll be your fake girlfriend” You laugh and push him over onto the floor.

A knock at the door and Mr. Y/L/N got up off the recliner. He opened the door to Eddie Munson standing with a small bouquet of flowers and a huge beaming grin.

“Hi Mr. Y/L/N, I’m Eddie Munson. Is Y/N here?” He asked. Your dad paled, stood for a second then shouted up the stairs at you.

This was it, fake date number 1. You had done your makeup a little more than your dad allowed, put on your favourite outfit and bounced downstairs. You were in a state of shock when you seen Eddie standing holding your favourite flowers. How the hell did he know?

“This young man is asking for you. What is going on” Your dad asked, eyes boring into yours as you reached the door. You smiled at Eddie.

“Dad, this is Eddie. My boyfriend. He’s taking me to dinner.” You said sheepishly, praying your dad wouldn’t explode. You could see the gears turning in your dads brain and he tried to think of what to do.

“I’ll be back before curfew dad. Love you bye.” You waved to your dad before taking Eddie’s hand, kissing him on the cheek and running off to his truck, flowers in hand.

Seatbelts on and you pulled up to Eddie’s trailer. The real plan was to chill and watch TV. Some peace and quiet. Eddie hadn’t said much since getting into the car.

“You okay?” You asked as you clicked your seatbelt off.

“Me? Oh yea I’m fine…let’s go it’s freezing” Eddie said jumping out of the car. You followed him with the bouquet of flowers in hand. In the kitchen you trimmed the stems and set them in a large pint glass of water, no fancy vases in here anyway.

“How did you know these were my favourite? It’s a nice touch” You asked smiling and putting them on the table before joining him on the sofa.

“I remembered you saying something about them the other day just” He shrugged, you hadn’t spoke about them recently. He remembered a little detail like that. Your heart pumped and you felt yourself sigh. You kicked off your shoes and curled up on the sofa next to him. This was normal for your friendship but now it felt different.

His hands were next to your thigh as you watched stupid cartoons that made him laugh. As the night progressed and you talked about random things, you noticed his hand moving more and more closer to your thigh until it was touching. It was dark now and the trailer was lit with soft yellow light. He started brushing his fingers across your thigh, you instinctively moved closer until his whole hand was on your thigh.

“We’d make a good couple…a little strange combo but still” He said quietly, not taking his eyes of the TV and now rubbing your thigh gently. What was this?

“Strange as in the so called demon boy and the straight A student” you joked, not wanting to look at him yet. Not to ruin this moment.

“Yeah…you keep me in line and I push you to have fun.” He replied back smiling to himself. His hand went further up your thigh and you turned your body towards him so he could move better.

“Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it before…I see the way you look at me” He said jokingly, turning to look at you now. God them brown eyes would be the death of you.

“I mean I did have a crush on you a while back but you weren’t interested so I moved on. You look at me sometimes too” You admitted, your voice slightly quieter and cheeks heated.

“Hmm…someone was told no boyfriends and was too busy with their nose in a book.” He replied back smiling. You looked at him stunned.

“Sure I have a boyfriend now and I’m still just as smart.” You replied back smartly.

“That’s right you do, you’ll always be smart no matter what” He said leaning in close. Your faces were inches apart. His hand was resting on your upper thigh. You leaned in.

“Smarter than you.” You joked and he smiled at you, squeezing your thigh.

“What was that for a kiss earlier by the way? What are we five?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at you. He was playing with fire at this point.

“I didn’t know what you were comfortable with and I wanted to make it believable.” You confessed and his face softened.

“I’m comfortable with anything.” He said moving his hand up your upper thigh. He moved his body towards yours and his other hand came up to cup your face. “Plus if you want to make it believable, you gotta do it like this”

And before you could say anything. His lips were on yours, his fingers grazing through your scalp and hair. You were on fire, your heart was pounding. His kiss was so soft and patient. You needed more. You kissed him back, your hands reaching up, one around his neck and the other in his hair. Your kiss was more forceful, your tongue brushed against his lips and met his.

He pushed you down on the sofa and lay balancing himself on top of you, he kissed you passionately now. Like he needed you to breathe. You curled your legs up around his body and pulled him down on top of you and felt him. Oh he definitely wanted you.

He took his lips off yours to suck and nip at your neck, you couldn’t breathe. This had to of been a dream, it felt so right and so good. He sucked at your neck, changing from kisses to licking it and nipping at it. One hand on your thigh exploring and the other curled around your head and fingers through your hair.

He slowly stopped and came to face you smiling to himself.

“That’s definitely going to piss your dad off” He said peering at your neck.

“Please don’t tell me I’m covered in hickeys” You cringed asking him, your dad would ground you for life. But you didn’t care, you wanted more. He nodded and bit his lip. You took one look at him and knew.

“This isn’t fake anymore.” You said quietly, your hands resting on his shoulders.

“Nope. I’m gonna cover you in these.” He flirted. Trailing a finger across your neck. “I’ve been waiting for this” He admitted.

“Me too” you confessed. His eyes brightened and smiled at you before kissing you again. Eddie Munson was yours. You were his. Finally.

#Eddie Munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #fake dating #Spotify

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purple-babygirl · 3 years

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hi im not sure if you’re taking requests so you can ignore this if you’d like, but i really liked your mafia bucky fic !! and i was wondering if you could do one where maybe someone breaks into the house and the reader has to force themselves to be big for a little bit just so they can fight them off and then she runs to the little safe room and goes little there and Bucky finds her there and comforts her and it’s just all fluffy? sorry if this is so specific i just loved the last fic sm 😅

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word count: 1,958

Warnings: reader gets attacked (includes harassment and mentions of violence, cursing, guns), reader gets hurt, mentions of killing, Bucky's softness (yes it's a warning), ddlg dynamics.

A/N: I've been holding onto this one for forever now I'm really sorry for taking so long, dear nonnie🥺 it means the world to me that you liked mafia!daddy!bucky and i hope i delivered with this one and that you like it as much, love. Please enjoy ily xx💜

safe

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You can do this.

It all happened too fast. She woke up to guns shooting, Bucky’s men yelling at each other before all the voices suddenly stopped and the door to their bedroom was violently kicked open.

She didn’t even have time to scream before she was dragged from under the large bed by her ankle.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just like Daddy taught you.

“Let go! You don’t wanna do this!” she shrieked, warning the person trying to snatch her off the floor, her leg kicking as she struggled to flee his vice-like hold.

She’d suddenly forgotten every single self-defense move Bucky has ever taught her and was thrashing in panic.

“Oh, I don’t?” the man laughed, his grip painful on her limb as he tried to get on top of her.

She screamed when he dug his fingernails in the flesh of her shin, forcing her legs apart.

“Such a delicate little thing.” He licked his lips when he drew blood, running his gun up her bare leg, pressing down when it reached her inner thigh, “beg me to let you go.”

The words infuriated her big self. If Bucky had taught her one thing that she could never forget it was how dear and precious she was.

“Do you know who my man is?” Her free foot collided with the intruder’s chin, hitting him just right for his teeth to slam together, making him groan and loosen his grasp.

“I beg no one for nothing.” She spat, clumsily standing up, rushing inside Bucky’s large walk-in closet.

“You’re gonna regret that, you little bitch!” The masked man threatened, banging his fist on the door, “I’m gonna make that man of yours weep blood over your dead slut body!”

Her breath was coming out in puffs as tears blurred her vision. With trembling fingers, she moved Bucky’s hung-up suits to the side, revealing the metal door to the panic room.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just a bit longer.

She could hear the man take a few steps back and she knew he was going to shoot the closet open. Her shaky fingers pushed the buttons and typed the number code, the date of the day Bucky had asked her to be his.

I feel safe knowing I have you, angel, so it’s only fit that we make it the safe room code, he'd told her with a playful shrug.

She slid inside as soon as the door moved, pushing her back against the concrete wall, trying to take her breath. The door clicked shut right before the wooden one to the closet was thrown open.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You got this.

She let out a relieved sigh that broke into a sob as she tiredly slid down the wall, still hearing the scary man curse, bang and shoot on the safe room door.

Where was Bucky? She couldn’t hold on any longer. This wasn’t a situation she wanted to be present in. Her body started folding up, taking fetal position as her mind led her to the safer side against her better will. Even her fists closed upon themselves, tears leaving her eyes and traveling down the bridge of her nose. She was losing consciousness of her present surroundings, pictures of Bucky’s eyes spreading in her vision instead of the dull, grey walls of the room.

She was crying too loudly to hear the firing of Bucky’s gun right outside the door or the peeping of the door as it slid open once again.

“Angel!” Bucky’s voice sounded so distant. She felt like she was drowning with how muffled his calls were to her ears.

Seeing her body shake with sobs on the floor like that made Bucky want to walk out and shoot the man’s dead body again and again until he couldn’t be identified.

How dare they send someone here? How dare they violate the sanctity of his home? They were certainly not going to live another day to repeat or repent from their sins.

“Angel, are you hurt?” He kneeled beside her, gently untangling her limbs to check if she was wounded anywhere.

Aside from a couple of nasty scratches by her ankle, she was physically okay and Bucky could breathe a little better as his body sagged on the floor.

He swallowed and lifted her on his lap, signaling his men to leave when they stepped in the room to check if they were needed after ‘cleaning up’.

“Get me water.” Was all he said and they were running to the nearest fridge.

“I’m sorry, my angel. I’m here now. You’re okay.” Bucky mumbled, lips hovering over her temple.

“Dada.” Her body leaned into his warmth but her cries didn’t stop and Bucky could only hold her closer as he tried not to let guilt rip him apart.

She was like that now because of him. Had he been a normal man with a normal life, she would’ve been safer. She didn’t deserve to be startled awake only to be chased by a criminal in the middle of the night. She didn’t deserve any of the bullshit that hit her because she was with Bucky.

He kept planting kiss after kiss to her head, wishing he could go back and be there to protect her.

“Shh, you’re okay, my angel. You’re safe,” he kept telling her as he supported himself up with her in his arms.

Her cries were dying down and she was getting comfier in Bucky’s protective hold, fingers digging in his shoulders afraid he would leave again.

“Please, calm down, baby. I’m here. No one can hurt you, angel.” Bucky took her out and to the bathroom so he could take a look at her leg.

“Baby, are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked after sitting her down on the cold counter.

Instead of answering, she pressed her forehead to his chest and kept sniveling, hands clutching Bucky’s jacket. She wasn’t ready for him to let her go yet. She may be too far gone but her body knew it needed to be close to Bucky’s.

“Baby, please come back to me,” Bucky begged, tears threatening to spill from his once hard, cold eyes.

“Angel,” his thumb brushed her cheek and she finally looked up to him.

“Dada, I was so scared.” She sobbed, shaking at the memory.

“I’m sorry, my angel.” Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead, “I’m here with you, baby. No need to be scared anymore.”

“That man- he-” she hiccupped.

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe.” Bucky stroked her back warmly as she buried her face in his chest again.

He took the bottle of water from one of his men, waving him out of the bathroom.

“Here, baby, drink some water.”

She wouldn’t move. She just wanted to be close to Daddy. She was scared and Bucky was safety. He was home.

“For me, baby. Just a tiny sip.” Bucky twisted the bottle cap open, gently cupping her cheek to coax her away from his body.

His heart swelled when she leaned her damp cheek on his palm, enjoying the warmth. Her smaller hand cupped his and her eyes closed, her face further pressed into Bucky’s hand as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Bucky bit his lip, holding back the waterworks. He should’ve been here; should’ve prevented it all from happening. His thumb brushed her chin and she opened her eyes.

“Drink a little, angel.” Bucky offered a kind smile.

She nodded, sitting up straighter, her lashes wet with tears as she looked up to Bucky, her gaze holding no blame.

He brought the bottle to her lips and she gulped down, the chilled water soothing her sore throat.

“Better?” Bucky cocked his head to the side and she nodded, sniffing.

Bucky bowed, holding his forehead against hers. He just wanted to feel her breathe soundly; wanted to make his mind stop telling him he almost lost her forever.

“Dada.”

“Yes, my angel.” Bucky pecked her lips.

“My leg hurts.” Her voice was awfully small as she pointed to the burning scratches ruining her beautiful skin. Bucky wished he could hide her between his ribs in place of his heart.

“Daddy’s got you, angel.”

Bucky cleaned her wound, apologizing with a kiss to her cheek every time she hissed. He had her tell him what happened to distract her and it worked. She wanted him to be proud so much she eagerly told him all about kicking the bad man. Tears gathered in her eyes once again when he applied ointment but she continued with her story, Bucky’s smile keeping her calm.

“Angel, you were so brave! I’m so proud of you, baby.” Bucky kissed her bandaged leg, “how did you do that?!”

“Kept thinkin’ dada thoughts.” She hugged Bucky again.

Bucky was a puddle on the bathroom floor. She was telling him she was brave like that because she was thinking of him through it all. He adored her so much he didn’t know who he was if not her man.

“I promise this is the last time you would ever have to go through anything like that,” Bucky assured, chuckling lovingly when she squeezed him harder and nodded.

She believed Bucky. She knew he could keep her safe. This wasn’t a usual occurrence, Bucky’s always made sure she was protected. She had no doubt anything would change. She trusted her Daddy with all her heart.

Bucky knew that and it scared him to death. He was scared one day he might not be up to the trust she’d put in him. He feared disappointing her; not being there for her in time. He was terrified a day would come where he might let her down.

“Never again. You’re safe, my angel. You’re always safe with me.”

Bucky’s soft lips placed a languishing kiss to her forehead. Her eyes were next, Bucky kissed her eyelids and under her eyes. Then he left wet kisses on both cheeks before pecking her nose. She smiled shyly when he pressed his mouth to the corner of hers.

“I love you, angel,” Bucky whispered against her lips before kissing her.

Bucky carried her back to their bed. The room was organized again, nothing was out of place and she was in Daddy’s arms. She was safe once more.

Bucky held her to his chest all night, his mind too loud to let him fall asleep. She went back to bed almost immediately though. Bucky’s presence was all it really took for her to feel peaceful enough to close her eyes and dream again.

When she moved out of his embrace in her sleep, Bucky carefully left the room and went to his office to review the security cameras footage. He knew watching the attack would make his blood boil again but he had to see what happened and how the unlucky asshole got inside his mansion.

While she already told him she’d defended herself, Bucky was the proudest seeing it unfold on the screen.

“Do you know who my man is?... I beg no one.”

The words brought the largest smile to Bucky’s lips. He was so proud of his angel; so amazed by her courage. He thought he couldn’t love her any more than he already did and he was wrong. His heart has picked the right girl and for that he was grateful. Bucky took one last look at the shining ring in his top drawer before shutting it and walking back to continue cuddling his precious sweetheart.

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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my slut

MINORS DNI // 18+

genre: NSFW

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

tags/warnings: degradation, slapping, spit kink, breeding kink, solo masturbation (female), dom jean, oral receiving (female), penetrative sex, saliva, slight size kink, explicit language, finger sucking, fingering, spanking.

word count: 2.2k

synopsis: jean gets jealous about an old ex you bump into on your date together. after multiple attempts to get his attention, you decide to show him that you only belong to him by being his submissive slut.

“Oh, fucking Christ Jean what’s the matter with you! You’ve been giving me the silent treatment since we left that goddam restaurant, not to mention the multiple times I reached out to grab your hand like I always do and you’d swat it away.” I yelled irritated by his childlike behavior as I stepped into the apartment we’ve been sharing together.

We never really found a hard time communicating whatever was bothering us, this was the way our relationship worked. Transparency and loyalty. But tonight Jean decided to frustrate me by simply disregarding my every move and word. Instead, he tugged at his tie, loosening it up, and undid the buttons of his dress shirt.

“Jean!” I shouted, smacking my hand on the marble counter beside me, almost kicking off the keys that were sitting on it. He briefly looked at me and hummed, a sign to cue me that he was listening to me.

“Why are you acting this way, stop behaving like that you don’t—“

“Oh but I fucking do y/n” he interrupted with a wryly chuckled. He slid his dress shirt off his chest and placed it over his shoulder. “I saw you back at the restaurant. When you went to the restroom and took too long to come back to our table, I went to check up on you and saw you chatting with your so-called ex-boyfriend and another guy.” He hissed, pointing his finger at my chest. His tall figure was now towering over me, his eyes looking down at me with anger.

I scoffed, pushing his finger away, and held the bridge of my nose. “Jean, I just bumped into him and he asked me how I was doing. He was being polite. Were you expecting me to just walk away?!” I waved my hand around and picked my heels from the floor.

“I didn’t say that. What I'm trying to say here is that you were enjoying yourself too much y/n. Is he that fucking funny? Eh? Look at me.” He groaned holding my chin with his fingers making me look up at him again.

“Jean, you're overreacting. I’m dating you, not him. You are the one who is balls deep in my pussy, not him.” I furrowed my eyebrows together, my tone getting louder. A spark of lust brushed through his eyes before he let go of me and walked to our bedroom. “Oh great!” I exclaimed, smacking my hands against my sides, my heels following my movements.

I followed him upstairs, and before I could say anything, he went into our bathroom and locked the door. Soon after, the sound of the water-filled the empty room, hinting that he was showering, without me.

I knew Jean was the jealous type. Although it makes him hotter sometimes, this time he was overdoing it. I decided to wait for him to get out so I can reason with him again. Jean was taking longer than normal to get out, which I concluded as payback for making him wait back at the restaurant. I huffed and threw my heels across the room, dropping my weight on our bed.

A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I might also be in the wrong. After all, I did make him wait for almost twenty minutes.

The bathroom door opened, the mirror now foggy. Jean stepped with only a towel around his waist and another around his neck. His body was still wet, tiny droplets cascading from his torso down his legs. He looked good.

He grabbed his hairbrush from the dresser and combed his long hair. Everything he did was effortlessly hot and pesky. He was walking around the room as if I wasn’t there and it was testing my patience. “Jean,” I called out but I received no answer. “Come on Jean please I just want to talk to you.” I pleaded. He turned around, now set down the hairbrush on the dresser, and took a step forward.

“I’m listening.” He simply said and walked to his closet to grab a pair of shorts.

“Jean I know you’re mad at me but you seriously have no reason to be, he doesn’t mean anything to me and you shouldn’t be worrying--” I was cut off when he dropped his towel down and reached out for a piece of clothing. I must have been silent for a while because he turned around and teasingly slid on his black shorts, giving me all the time I needed to stare at his cock. I knew he was doing it deliberately and I still fell for it. I couldn’t help it.

“Why’d you stop? Is anything distracting you?” he inquired with a cocky expression, his basketball shorts already on. He climbed on the bed next to me and lied down, his head resting against his forearm as he used his other hand to scroll down his phone. I rolled my eyes. “You know what, fuck you and your childish behaviors. I’m going to take a shower.” I stood up and made my way to the bathroom until he spoke up.

“Come here.” His tone was serious and low. I turned around and crossed my hands against my chest. “Oh so now you want to listen?” I scoffed and waited for his answer. “I said come here y/n, now.” he put his phone away and adjusted his posture so now he was sitting against the headboard. He tapped his hand on the mattress, mentioning me to sit next to him. Doing as I’m told, I climbed back on the bed and sat on my heels.

“That’s my slut,” he grabbed my jaw in his hand and pulled my face closer to him. “You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight. I was about to give you something,” he paused, taking my hand and dragging it across his growing erection making me bite my lip, then proceeded “But I don’t think you deserve it anymore. Maybe he can fuck you better than I do.” he taunted and let go of me before sitting back again.

I knew he was trying to guilt-trip me, but I was too horny to hold a grudge. Instead, I took off my shirt, leaving my braless in front of him, and sat back on my back, holding myself up with my elbow. He seemed not to care as he kept reading whatever was on his phone but I had other plans.

I raised my skirt and pushed my thong aside. “Jean,” I called him out and sucked on my fingers. He glanced at me then at my pussy, slowly locking his phone. I dragged my middle and ring finger from my mouth to my clit, briefly stopping at my nipples to coat them with my saliva.

“You’re the only one who gets to see me like this.” I whimpered, the pads of my fingers rubbing against my bud, sending chills down my spine. I threw my head back, letting out a moan before looking back at him and adding, this time slipping one finger in. “You only get to feel this tight pussy.” He shifted in his seat, his erection becoming more visible. His eyes were now locked on my glistening cunt as it began making noises from how wet I was.

“Look how wet you make me.” I stretched myself adding another finger, gently moving them in and out of my opening. My moans grew a bit louder, his hand now pressed against his boner. He gave it a few rubs before he moved towards me and pulled my hand away from myself. He dragged me closer to him and turned my body around, pulling my hips up.

Soon after, I felt a stinging pain against the flesh of my butt. I yelped and tried to look around to see what he was using this time. But then I remembered the wet towel that was resting around his neck. This fucker. Another sharp sting quickly followed, making me jerk my body forward.

“Still want to act like a brat?” he asked, this time spreading my legs to have access to my throbbing cunt. He chuckled and dragged the towel between my cheeks, sending another electrifying spank. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you? You brainless slut.” I nodded, receiving a few more spanks before I felt him move behind me.

Straight away, I felt his tongue give a long slow lick to my slit, his hand giving my ass another spank. His fingers began alternating between gripping my flesh and teasingly fingering my opening. My moans and whimpers were muffled by my pillow, but his moaning and slurping were very audible. His tongue was making obscene sounds and he didn’t mind it. He flipped me over again, making me hold my thighs up for him before he gave my cunt some spanks, making me clench under his touch.

He spat on it and dived in again, his tongue and fingers working simultaneously to bring me closer to my orgasm. I squirmed trying to bring myself closer to come, but he kept me steady. The knot in my stomach tightened, my legs wrapping around his head, suffocating him with my thighs. “Jean, oh shit, Jean, I’m gonna come…” I whined, throwing my head back, his arms gripping onto my thighs sending me to my orgasm. I panted, his tall frame now standing as he took off his shorts, giving his erection a few strokes, his precum visible on his slit.

“You wanna suck my dick don’t you?” I nodded, sitting up and crawling to him. “Tsk tsk, tsk, such a whore for my cock.” He pushed me back down and spoke up again. “Too bad you won’t get to feel it down your throat tonight.” he chuckled darkly and spat in his hand, rubbing his saliva over his veiny dick, letting out a groan.

“Please, Jean…” I slid off my thong and spread my legs for him. “Please fuck me…” I spread my lips showing him my slit covered in my cum, begging him to fill it up with his. He positioned himself over me and teased my entrance by smacking his tip and rubbing it over it. I whined and reached out to grab his cock but he stopped me. He grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open before spitting. “Swallow,” he ordered rubbing his thumb across my bottom lips. “Look who’s being a good girl now, you like making daddy happy don't you?”

I nodded, taking his thumb into my mouth and gently sucking on it. He smirked at how obedient I was being and pulled his finger out, adjusting his position. He grabbed my jaw one last time and slapped my cheek, the bearable pain sending shivers to my core. Jean pulled my legs up, positioning them on his shoulders, and teased my clit one more time before ramming himself into me. I wailed at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck you’re choking my fat cock so good,” he grunted pulling himself back before thrusting again not giving me any time to adjust to his size.

He quickened his pace, biting the side of my leg. I tugged on my nipple and rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts. He bent down, squeezing me tighter, only to place a kiss on my forehead indicating that he wasn’t mad at me anymore. However, his thrusts said otherwise as he kept on pounding himself in me relentlessly.

Jean pulled away and switched us over so I was on top. Wasting no time, I pushed him back in and moved my hips. “That’s right, oh fuck just like that.” I rolled my hips and sped up my pace. My legs almost gave out from how tired I was getting, so he dug his fingers in my hips and fucked himself in me.

My body fell forward as I gripped onto his broad shoulders, feeling him grab and squeeze my ass cheeks and he pushed himself deeper in me.

“You want to have daddy’s babies? Huh?” he grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier. I nodded my head but it wasn't sufficient. “Use your words.”

“Yes daddy, cum inside me please.” I moaned out, my second orgasm almost making me blackout.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good baby.” he panted as his cock twitched in me and I felt his hot cum paint my insides. He whimpered in my ear as he moved me up, our cum leaking down my sore cunt to his lower stomach.

Jean pulled my head down as he captured my lips in his, kissing me passionately. He carefully pulled me off him and got some tissues from the nightstand to clean me up. “Did I hurt you?” he asked checking to see if he was being too rough on me. I shook my head and caressed his cheek with my hand.

“Come on baby, let's go take a shower.” he stood off our bed and picked me up in bridal style. “You know Jean, the guy that was standing with my ex was actually his boyfriend,” I said with a cocky grin as he put me down to get in the shower.

He turned on the water and followed right after me, pulling me against his chest. “I know, I just wanted to make sure that you know that you and this sweet thing,” he paused to cup my pussy, “belong to me.” I bit my lip and got on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

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backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi ; @darkneogotmyback ; @im-lame-irl ; @p-mini ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck ; @saniahmichael ; @jaehy9ngs ; @danyxthirstae01 ; @jaehyunoos ; @pikijaemin ; @suhweo ; @yunoyeol ; @lanadreamie ; @ta3ilmoon ;

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don��t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating.

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart.

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well.

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you.

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Maid Service - katsuki bakugo

dilf !bakugo x black reader !

warnings - nsfw, daddy kink, size kink, hair pulling, overstimulation, cream pie, breeding kink

bakugo was surprised seeing your brown frame standing in his kitchen. he hadn’t expected you to be up, not this early anyway. he took in your appearance immediately almost. a thin clothed cropped shirt barely covering your chest, breast almost spilling out. a pretty necklace at your neck, with the initial of your first name on it. grey pajama shorts barely covering your thighs, stress marks showing a bit making him stare at your thighs a bit longer because it turned him on more than you though. beauty marks scattered across your body, freshly painted feet covered in a pair of white fluffy birkenstock’s. coily long hair in a wash n go fro, curls hovering over your reading glasses that covered your brown eyes.

bakugos eyes never left your ass. it was very plump and your thighs matched as well. how could he not look. he wasn’t the slightest of guilty as he watched you finish up the last batch of eggs, your ass swaying softly as you moved to the oven. you were just the babysitter, yet bakugo couldn’t take his eyes off you. he hated when you teased him like this, shorts barely covering your ass, humming a song that he had been so familiar with. you bent over to grab the cinnamon rolls that you had in the oven and bakugo felt himself stiffen at the sight. your pussy print was showing, your pussy lips almost leaving out your shorts.

you placed the cinnamon rolls on the stove then turned around, “goodmorning mr. katsuki.” you said softly and he rubbed his jaw. “morning.” he said lowly. “you sleep well?” you asked as you smeared icing all over the cinnamon rolls evenly. licking the remainders if it off your finger. although he hadn’t been on the marketing a while, he was almost sure you were flirting with him. he hated being teased like this, especially with his “wife” and children sleeping upstairs. he wasn’t the type to not get what he want and right now he wanted all of you. after months of waiting for his divorce finally come about he said fuck it. he needed you right now.

“i slept well.” he replied before watching as you bent over once more to open the freezer compartment at the bottom of the fridge, before you could get your words out you felt a pair of hands grab you by your waist and you were now standing back up. “mr. katsuki your wife is just upstairs…” you warned as he pressed your ass against his print. you could feel how big it was, arousal wetting your shorts. “do you think i care, i’m getting tired of you and your fucking teasing.” he growled lowly in your ear.

“teasing?” you asked innocently as his thick fingers dug into your waist. “stop acting like you don’t know. walking around here in those tiny ass shorts, bending over as you pick up my children’s toys just so i can see your pussy, always looking at me with those big doe eyes full of nothing but lust and innocence. tell me, have you thought about me fucking the shit out of you. i won’t tell.” he whispered in your ear, causing chills to run down your spine.

you stayed quiet at lost for words because everything he was saying to you as true, you just didn’t think anything would ever happen between the two of you.

you were just a very young maid.

you felt a sting across your ass and you gasped, “c’mon answer me darlin, i don’t have time for your games.” you let out a breath, “y-yes.” you whispered. he grabbed your hair, “yes what?” he asked.

“yes. yes. i think about you fucking the shit out of me mr katsuki.” you said hesitant. he pulled down your shorts immediately after, the air hitting your slick pussy causing you to jump a bit. juices dripped from your whole. “so’ fucking pretty, y’ know that?” he asked as he pulled out his very hard length. he pressed at your entrance a bit before shoving himself inside.

your legs almost buckle but bakugo holds you up with his arm. he was big, too big almost. although you couldn’t see it you knew he leaked with pre cum and his tip had been swollen. muttering curse words underneath his breath as your juices coated him. he wasn’t even halfway in, “please sir, s’ too big.” you whimpered as your fingers gripped the edge of the marble top counter. a small groan escapes his lips as he is welcomed by your warm insides, “take it all for me, would you?” he says gruffly before started to pick up the paste of his thrust. you could feel him hitting your cervix by now and you were squirming.

how could something hurt so good ?

“this is what you wanted isn’t it?” he asked between hard thrust, his timing was almost always right, just when you thought you were on edge he slowed down just to tease. “wanted me to fuck this pretty pussy didn’t you?” he asked snacking your ass. all you could focus on was how hard he was fucking you. the sound of his hips snapping against your ass was loud, probably too loud, your moans even louder. “mhmm.” you hummed lazily as your head fell forward. he started to pound into you fast and your moans started to get louder and louder by the second.

bakugo thought to himself how he could never get bored of this, you were so warm and wet and so welcoming. your pussy had a very firm grip on him too, not wanting him to leave from inside you. his veins grazing against your pussy lips as gave you hard pounds.

“is everything all right down their?” you heard his wife ask and you eyes went wide, bakugo draped his hand around your mouth and started to go crazy. he gave you very fast and constructed thrust, your moans were muffled by his hand and you could feel your mind start to get hazy. the sound of his balls clapping against your clit not even close to slowing down.

“yea- dammit, y/n just needed help with breakfast. she’s fine now.” he yelled and tears started to well up in your eyes. he was handling you so rough at the moment and your glasses were starting to slide off your face.

his wife never responded so you guessed she went back to the room. “see how we almost got fucking caught, you’re too loud darlin.” he said removing his hand. “m’ sorry. it’s just too much.” you whined and he gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks open so he could see how wet you were, you were squirting and creaming every second, juices spilling everywhere.

“look at how fucking wet you are, such a fucking slut for me.” he degraded you as he kept his thrust steady. “you like taking daddy’s dick don’t you?” he asked and you nodded your head. “use your words sweetheart.” he said lowly.

“yes daddy, i want more please.”

that was like music to his ears. he was going easy on you but since you insisted, he wanted to give you the full experience, his thrust got harder and faster and you instantly regretted what you said cause now you were full blown crying, hot tears streaming down your face, babbling a bunch of words to praise him, pussy started to close around him and he could feel it.

“you wanna cum don’t you?” he asked and you hummed a small, “uh huh.” and the next thing you know your stomach is knotting up, walls are completely tightening around him, series of broken moans leaving your mouth as your legs become so unstable that you can’t even hold yourself up. finger nails digging into the countertop as he fucked you with no remorse. this was your high and you could feel his starting to come too so you started to fuck him back, even while you were a squirting mess.

“where do you want me to cum?” he asked and you being fucked out you replied.

“inside me please.” you said softly and that was it for him.

“you wanna have my third child? i always thought about how fucking pretty you’d look carrying my seed.”

soon enough he was there too. his fingers digging into your skin, length twitching inside your wall, a low, “fuckkk.” leaving his mouth as he filled you up with his cum. a warm liquid just sitting in your walls.

you were both out of breath. his cum still deep inside you, he pulled up your shorts up and turned you around to face him. your eyes weary and your hands holding onto him. he kissed you on your cheek, “go clean yourself up for me okay? i’ll handle breakfast. remember who’s cum your walls are overflowing with right now.” he mumbled. you looked up at him.

“i can’t walk.” and that’s all it took for him to pick you up and bring you into your room, which was on the bottom floor. he placed you in the bathroom and helped fix you up, making sure you peed afterwards. soon you were all fixed up and you weren’t sure what just happened but it was good.

you were now looking at yourself in the mirror, the blonde behind you too, his hands placed at your waist, “you’re so pretty, know that?” he asked kissing you on your shoulder. blood rushed to your cheeks, luckily he couldn’t tell if you were blushing or not.

“thank you.” you whispered, tiredly, exhaustion was written on the both of your faces. but it was a good exhaustion if that was even possible.

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one cup sugar, one cup spice | a. barber

→ pairing: andy barber x black!reader

→ word count: 7074

→ warnings: age gap, corruption kink, innocent reader, daddy kink, pain kink, smut, sex, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, hand job (male receiving)

→ author note: happy holidays my dudes! what i would do to have andy barber standing in my kitchen... anyway, reader is i n n o c e n t, but totally of age, and in college. as always, line breaks by @firefly-graphics, gif by @evansensations

There’s a light dust of white covering the green lawns and black asphalt of the street. You shiver as you follow your parents out towards their car, pulling your beanie down over your ears before you shove your hands into your navy blue Dartmouth hoodie.

“Honey,” your mom coos, turning back towards you as your dad loads the car, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? Your aunt has plenty of room.”

“I’m positive,” you laugh, “Aunt Sohpie and I don’t get along that great anyway.”

“Well, you could try a little harder.”

Your mouth drops open, eyes wide as you stare at her, “She called me a stuck up, yuppie bitch when I told her I wasn’t going to stop using deodorant.”

Your dad chuckles, prompting a swift slap to the shoulder from your mother before she turns back towards you, “Sophie is a free spirit. She doesn’t believe in putting chemicals in or on her body. One week of trying to get along won’t hurt you.”

“Oh, it’ll hurt,” you answer, pulling her into a hug, “Smelling her B.O. for a week would actually kill me.”

Your mother tuts, pulling back and slumping her shoulders a little as she squeezes your sides gently, “I don’t want to leave you here alone for Christmas.”

“Oh, stop badgering the girl. She’ll be fine,” your dad cuts in, kissing your forehead when he approaches, “She had a tough semester, she’s allowed some alone time. Be good, baby. I left a credit card on my desk for any emergencies.”

You smile warmly, “Thanks daddy.”

There’s a sound of a door opening, then closing, heavy footsteps against the old wood of the porch next door, “Oh, Andy,” your mom calls towards the neighbor, “You got a minute?”

Your face scrunches as you glance over at your father, who sighs heavy, “Don’t get mad, baby.”

“Why would I get mad?”

“She kinda, you know,” he shrugs, knocking his head back and forth, “Asked the neighbor to look in on you while we’re gone,” when your face drops, he throws up his hands, “I didn’t do it, she did.”

“Mom!” You hiss, flipping your eyes to the tall, dark haired man cutting across his front lawn, “I don’t need a babysitter! I’m twenty years old!”

“Hush,” she whispers, plastering a smile on her face as she wraps her arm around your waist, “Sorry to bother you, Andy.”

“Oh, no, no, no. It’s okay, I was just checking the mail.”

You’re angry and embarrassed as the tall, older man approaches, but a sudden heat blooms across your chilled brown skin. Pushing your glasses up your nose, you take a heavy breath, expelling it hard as you eye him. You’ve only really seen him in passing, throwing your hand up in a friendly wave as you jogged into your childhood home during a long weekend away from school. You only vaguely remember him moving in about a year or two before. Hell, you don’t even think the two of you have uttered anything more than just a neighborly ‘hey’, and now, thanks to your mother, he’s going to be keeping an eye on you.

Just wonderful.

She smiles proudly, “You remember our daughter, right?”

“I do,” he smiles slowly, an intense pair of blue-green eyes bouncing between yours, “We’ve run into each other a few times over the years. How you doin’ kiddo?”

He reaches out, extending a large palm and long fingers. You take it gently, smiling soft as you drop your eyes from his, nerves suddenly pooling in your stomach, “Um, good. Thanks for asking. How um,” you swallow, glancing back up at him, finding his eyes still centered on you, “How are you?”

He shrugs, but keeps your much smaller hand in his, “Can’t complain.”

“Listen, honey,” your mom starts, “I asked Mr. Barber to pop over and check on you every now and again while we’re gone.”

“Mother,” fake laughter filling the air, your face hot from being annoyed to all hell, “I’m not a child, and I’m sure Mr. Barber has better things to do with his time than to check on me constantly.”

“It’s no problem,” he shrugs again, those eyes of his now roaming, down your body, then up again, slowly, “I have the next couple of weeks off myself.”

“Congrats on the promotion, by the way.” Your father smiles, finally drawing Andy’s attention away from you. He nudges your side with his elbow, “Andy’s the new District Attorney.”

You keep your eyes on the tall Andy, sliding them the length of his body. He’s sturdy. Broad shoulders not so hidden underneath his zip up hoodie, clinging to thick biceps. Dark jeans accentuate long legs and a little waist. A perfect, full beard lines his strong jaw and chin. Two enormous hands are shoved into the pockets of his pants, so large that they don’t even fit right… You inhale deep, drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, sinking your teeth into the flesh as a tiny moan slips through.

Blue eyes snap to you again as it sounds. God. Your lips part, eyes widen as they stare back at him in embarrassment. He just smiles again, slow and seemingly knowing; his eyes falling down your frame again.

“We better go if we’re gonna miss traffic, hun.” Your dad’s voice suddenly breaks into your conscience, snapping you out of the small trance that Andy Barber has leveled over you, “Andy, thanks for watching over our baby while we’re gone.”

Andy winks at you, “I won’t hover, I promise. If you need anything, at any time, I’m right next door, okay? Better yet, let me give you my number.”

You nod quick, clearing your throat as you fumble around with your phone, pulling it out of your hoodie and handing it over to him, “Sure, yeah. Th-thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Andy,” he corrects, reaching out and cupping your elbow gently, “Please.”

Another warmth spreads through you, emanating from the contact, making you giggle and smile nervously like a stupid girl before you get a hold of yourself and blink away. You all exchange another round of pleasantries, Andy wishing your parents a safe trip before he locks eyes with you again— biting his lip as he blinks and hands your phone back before turning away and heading towards his mailbox.

Almost frozen in place, you blink as you watch him move across his grass, forcefully swallowing. You really need to get out more.

One last hug from your mom and dad and you wave as they pull out of the driveway, your mom waving excitedly at you through the windshield. Rolling your eyes, but smiling wide, you return a wave before heading back inside, locking the door behind you before making a brisk b-line to the front door.

Andy’s still outside, pushing the green trash cans up against his garage as you peek out at him from behind the thin, white, door curtains. He throws open one of the lids before dipping his head, eyeing the mail in his hand as he flips through it slowly, tossing the junk into the open can. A pink blush piques on his cheeks and the tip of his nose, lips red with the chill. He looks up suddenly— out of nowhere— and cocks his head, letting another smile curl onto his lips when the two of you make eye contact again.

You gasp and jump back, instantly turning on your heel to run up the stairs towards your bedroom, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The smell of fresh baked cookies fills the house as you pull a pan from the oven. You hum in satisfaction, a small smile on your face as you scoop the sugar cookies onto the cooling rack before pulling your mom’s Santa Claus mittens off your hands and tossing them to the counter. Last Christmas by Wham plays from the small bluetooth speaker in the corner of the kitchen, A Charlie Brown Christmas on mute playing from the ipad leaning against the utensil holder.

There’s a random crackling from the fire you started in the living room as you move around, a whir from the mixer as it beats the eggs, powdered sugar, vanilla extract, and corn syrup together. You dip your finger into the mixture, popping it into your mouth and groaning as the sweetness explodes on your tongue before you pull the beaters out, slipping your finger down the stainless steel to collect the icing still stuck to them.

A knock sounds from the front door, permeating through the rather quiet house. You lean to the side, blinking at the door as a shadow shifts through the windows on either side. Shoving the icing laden finger into your mouth, you jog towards the door, bare feet heavy against the wood floor.

“One second, one second,” you mumble, wiping your hands on your pale pink cotton shorts before you tug at your hoodie and unlock the door. A sharp inhale of cold air fills your chest when you pull open the door to find one Andy fucking Barber standing on the opposite side, “Oh,” is all you can manage.

“Hey,” he smiles, “It’s been a few days, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Being a biomedical engineering student, you can rattle off some of the most difficult, obscure words known to man with exactly zero problems. When it comes to social interaction with the hot, forty-something, lawyer next door? Your tongue is heavy, your brain… dumb.

His smile widens as you blink like a moron, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead as he waits for you to talk. Here’s the part where you speak, dumbass! “Um,” you stutter, “Sorry, I, uh, yeah, I’m okay. I’m good, sorry.”

“Smells good in here.”

Nodding, you bite your lip, your eyes everywhere but on his face— his stare just too much, “I’m making cookies.” you glance over your shoulder before you point, “Do you want to make some? I mean,” you slam your eyes closed, “Do you want to try some? Not, some, one, do you— do you want to try one? Or some… I guess… whatever.”

Idiot. You’re a bumbling, stumbling, idiot.

He chuckles, the rumble low and deep as he runs one of those big ass hands through his dark, soft looking hair, “That is the best offer I’ve had all day.”

He steps over the threshold, his fingers brushing over yours as he reaches to close the door. You snatch your hand from it quickly, wringing it within the other as you turn awkwardly and move towards the kitchen, swallowing hard, suddenly hyper aware of how bare your legs are.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” Andy starts from behind you, “I’m surprised to find you here and not out with some friends.”

You move behind the marble topped island in the center of the kitchen as Andy walks around the opposite side. His eyes are on you again, staring as you fumble with the spatula, your fingers going as dumb as your brain, dropping it with a loud clang. You don’t even know why— okay, you know why, but this is something deeper, something you haven’t experienced before.

“Oh,” you shrug, “No, I uh, I just kinda like to stay around the house.”

He nods slowly, “A homebody, huh? Me too.”

He makes you dizzy; his masculinity is intimidating. It fills up every little space in the room. His intelligence— worldly, experienced— oozes from him. He looks like you could ask him anything, anything, and he’d have the right answer for you. He could teach you a thing or two, that’s for sure.

A shudder creeps through your body, heat blooming across your skin, having to shift on your feet as your stomach flutters while you focus on icing this stupid cookie. The physical space he takes up unnerves you too. That wide, towering frame looming over you. Deft, thick fingers tapping gently against the countertop as you stumble around, your hands shaky.

There’s a stickiness. A warm, little wet spot in the center of your panties as stupid thoughts run through your stupid brain. You’re being ridiculous. Like this grown man would be interested in an inexperienced, socially awkward, in bed by eight thirty, little girl. Get a grip.

You slather some icing over the warm cookie and cautiously hand it towards him, clearing your throat and forcing a smile. Wringing your hands again, you find a little courage to lift your eyes just as he pops the small cookie into his mouth, closing his eyes as he chews slowly, a grunt sounding from deep in his throat.

Every muscle in your body clenches at the sound. It’s gorgeous— and if there’s anything your body appreciates, it’s a gorgeous man with a gorgeous grunt.

“It’s okay?” You squeak, timid and small before you nervously clear your throat.

“Shit, girl,” he moans again, licking his lips as he extends his hand again, “I could eat every single one of these.”

Nervous fingers clutch another cookie, adding a dollop of icing before you hand it over to him, eyes drifting up his chest and to his face as he devours the second treat. Your curious eyes watch with a longing. Pretty, thick, dark eyelashes closing again, splashing across smooth, slightly reddened cheeks. A pink tongue darts out of a wet mouth to slip along an inviting— too inviting— bottom lip, and you zero in on it. Chest rising and falling a little harder as you blink, in your own little world as you imagine just how much experience those lips, that tongue has.

There’s a hint of blue suddenly, his eyes no longer closed, now set squarely on you as those sickenly perfect white teeth emerge with another sly smile.

Another wave of embarrassment pushes through your veins, but you can’t look away from him this time. Locked in a heated stare, mind racing, palms sweaty as you watch Andy dip his index finger into the bowl of icing, scooping the sugary mix onto the pad of his digit.

“You like watching me, huh?”

Your mouth parts to answer, but nothing comes out, mouth and throat suddenly dry. He laughs at you, standing there, dumb and nervous, unable to form a coherent sentence as he pushes the tip of his finger into his mouth, sucking the icing from it slowly.

He’s moving, that much your brain can comprehend. Moving around the island, sliding the bowl of icing right to the edge where he dips his finger again, curling it to collect another glob.

Shallow, shaky breaths escape the small part in your lips, your chest and stomach so tight you’re surprised you can breathe at all. As it is, you have to rest your palm against the marble island, just to keep from falling over.

A long arm slips around your waist, nudging you forward— closer— so close that when one of those shallow, little breaths pushes out, your chest, well, your tits, brush against his. You picked a fine day to go without a bra. He drops his free hand to your waist, pushing it underneath your oversized hoodie to feel your skin as he wraps those long fingers around your hip, giving it a squeeze before he cups your chin.

“You have a boyfriend back at that fancy ass school?” He asks, eyes hooded as he tilts your head upward.

A hum vibrates through your chest before there’s a quick shake of your head as he pushes the icing over your bottom lip, smearing the sugary mix along it. He keeps your chin anchored in his hand as he stares down at you through slits, his own mouth dropping open as he coaxes yours.

“No, a smart girl like you doesn’t have time for boys, does she?” He purrs, “You probably haven’t even been touched by a boy.”

A squeak chokes in your throat as he teases you, pushing that finger back and forth, the tip pushing ever so gently into your mouth. He chuckles again, real low, menacing almost as he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“Ya know,” he starts, thumbs stroking your chin and jaw, “This Christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you than my finger.” He smiles again, tilting his head, “Can I see?”

You mewl, pitiful and small as emotion pools in your eyes. You’re overwhelmed— nervous and unsure, wanting to be perfect. Womanly— but surely falling flat.

“Oh, baby,” he laughs, sweeping his thumbs underneath your eyes to catch the hot streaks, “Awww, it’s okay.”

Andy pushes in close, his lips brushing yours as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of yours, a low sound thrumming in his throat. He presses his cheek against your face, the soft hair of his beard pushing along your skin, goosebumps popping up all over. Your bodies start to sway in a slow rhythm, side to side, his warm breath washing over you as he smiles.

He pulls away, eyes traveling your face, “You haven’t even been kissed before?” When you don’t answer, he closes his eyes, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, “No? Oh, my sweet girl. That is just,” he groans, eyes twinkling with an emotion you don’t even understand, “You are so perfect— so good.”

His forehead comes to rest on yours, his hands still corralling your face, fingers sticky. His tongue darts out quick, licking at your lips, dragging up to the tip of your nose. You shudder, bleating as the rough velvet passes over your mouth.

Andy moans again, sucking the icing into his mouth and swallows slow, “Yum.”

You’re jittery— clammy, as labored breaths push out of your mouth, a murky fog clouding your brain. Shaky whirs tremble through your chest as you shift on your feet, your panties sticking to your now throbbing pussy. Andy closes the distance between your mouths again, his eyes hooded as he nips at you.

Your eyes flutter, closing instinctively— waiting for the claim. It doesn’t come, not right away, making your eyes pop open, a childish whine squeaking out. You even stomp your foot a little. Twenty years is a long enough wait.

“Kiss me,” you breathe, not wasting a second, “Please, Andy—”

The words are barely out of your mouth before he grabs your lips, inhaling deep. His tongue fucks into your mouth, slipping along the roof before massaging yours, sucking lightly. You go limp against him, trying to keep up with the fervent kiss, but soon just let him take full control.

Andy pushes his hips into yours, pressing his hard cock against you, forcing you to break the kiss, gasping deep. He rests his forehead on yours again, tittering as he bites his bottom lip, “Never felt that before, huh? Mmmm,” he groans again, “I bet you feel good. So tight and warm— umph, I’m probably not even going to be able to fit my cock all in.”

You shudder at the thought.

He brushes the tip of his nose against yours, “I gotta open you up a bit, don’t I? Hmm? This sweet little cunt needs to get used to being stuffed full.” He turns you in his hands, presses his burly chest into your back, his lips to your ear, “I want you to finish icing these cookies like a good girl, okay? You do as daddy says.”

You don’t move, you can’t really, as you try to comprehend what’s going on. It takes Andy pushing his crotch into your ass, grinding your hips against the island and literally grabbing your wrists, making your hands grab the butter knife and a cookie before your brain catches up. With shaky fingers, you push the knife through the icing and slather it on one of the small, round, golden brown cookies.

“Good girl,” he praises, pecking your cheek, nuzzling into the side of your face, “Daddy wants you to focus.”

He drags his warm palms up your forearms, stroking gently before they fall to your sides. They push up into your hoodie, fingertips glancing across sensitive, untouched skin. Small laughter vibrates through his chest as you jump and gasp, huffing and keening as he explores.

Little kisses are pressed to your temple and side of your face as his hands venture up your sides, curling around your rib cage until he’s grasping your bare tits in both hands, squeezing and kneading— hissing as he grinds his rigidly hard cock into your ass.

You freeze, body going stiff as nimble fingers play with your thick, piqued nipples. Warm lips nip at your neck as you push back into his hips, wiggling slowly, the thin cotton of your shorts not proving to be much of a barrier at all.

Andy reaches around, plucking the cookie out of your hand and pops it into his mouth just as his free hand skips down your stomach— right into your shorts. You jut your hips forward as his fingers plunge through your folds, massaging your clit slowly as he murmurs in your ear.

“That’s what I love about virgins. The slightest little touch gets you all worked up.” He pulls his hand from your shorts, holding it out for you to see your slick coating his fingers— a string connecting from his index finger to the middle. He brings his wet fingers to your lips, steel eyes peering at you as he waits, “Clean ‘em up.”

He slides his free hand back into your sweatshirt, pushing it up over your tits before he tweaks your left nipple, rolling it slow as he pushes the tips of his fingers into your mouth. Sweet, tiny little whines sound from you as you accept his long fingers into your mouth, starting to suck gently, the taste of your arousal exploding on your tongue.

“That’s right, just like that baby.” He reassures, slipping a hand back into your panties.

Your mouth goes slack around his fingers as he toys with you, rubbing your achy clit as your hips start to move with his rhythm. Resting your weight against his sturdy body, you moan loud, pushing out hard breaths, eyes slipping closed, head rolling on his shoulder as his wet fingers slip from your mouth back to your left nipple.

His fingers start to tease your slit, pushing gently, slowly, until… a sharp yelp fills the kitchen as two fingers stuff you full. Andy wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to him, cooing in your ear as he continues to push in, “You’re okay baby. I know, I know sweet girl, we’re almost there. Just a bit more.”

Tears sting your eyes as your face strains from the pressure and pain of being spread for the first time. Once his fingers have disappeared, the heel of his palm pressing against your folds and clit, he pulls your chin towards him and licks at your mouth, sucking air in between his teeth.

“I can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy,” he kisses you quick and hard, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before he releases you with a loud smack, “I love a virgin cunt. It’s been a while since I’ve had one.”

You squeak when his fingers start to move, slow, deep, a squelch sounding as his fingers push into your muscles. It hurts, but there’s a twinge of good, something inside of you being pleasured once you push past the pain. The sweet taste of pleasure doesn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks as his fingers pick up a brisk pace.

Andy growls in your ear, the sound scratching at the back of his throat, kind of hollow and breathy as he grinds his cock into your ass, “You havent fucked yourself like this before? I didn’t think I’d hurt you this bad with just my fingers, baby.”

A hot, rough wetness slides along your cheek, his tongue, lapping at you. You grab onto his forearm, feeling his muscles tense and flex as he fingers your innocence, digging your nails into the thick Shetland wool sweater covering his torso. He pushes deep, suddenly, making you cry out again.

He grunts, snaking his hand up into your hoodie to take a firm hold of your tit. Resting his forehead to the back of your head, he quickens his fingers, his hot breath on the back of your neck, quick swipes of his tongue and lips against your hypersensitive skin— making the miniscule hairs on your body stand on end.

His palm presses against your clit with each shove of his fingers. Strapping, hard chest flattened to your back, loud, husky moans in your ear. His hips roll and push, writhe into yours as his fingers start to thrash. Teeth sink into your shoulder, his tongue sliding and sweeping.

“Andy—” you cry, whimpering like a child, “It hurts. I— I can’t,”

“Oh, sweetheart.” His fingers slow and then stop, pulling out of you to rub your clit, soothing the balmy flesh. He turns you around in his arms as you cry, lifting you right from your feet, “I’m sorry. Shh, shh, I’m sorry, baby.”

The instant warmth of his mammoth chest and arms soothe the tumultuous pangs of anxiety coursing through you. Nuzzling in, the softness of his beard helps ease your nerves as you wrap two jelly arms around his neck. Andy’s big hands push up and down your back as he murmurs sweet nothings. Stomach tight, heart fluttering, face hot and wet with tears— you’re properly overwhelmed and overstimulated, and Andy could just eat it all up.

“You are so pretty when you cry, you know that? You did so good, baby. You took my fingers so well.”

You huff, disappointed, pushing your face deeper into his neck, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” he whispers, “It’s okay to not be ready.” He sits you back on your feet, pulling and adjusting your sweatshirt back over your chest. He pecks your lips quick before cupping your face in his hands, “It’s gonna make our first time together so much better.”

He pushes in to kiss you again, but stops, just as his lips brush yours. You get up on your tiptoes, wanting to meet his mouth but he’s quick, pulling away and stealing another cookie as he takes a step back.

“Thanks for the cookies, sweetheart.”

And just like that, with a wink and a smile, he’s moving out of the kitchen, the front door slamming behind him.

It might as well be the middle of a Texas summer heatwave in your bedroom. Exasperated, you throw the covers away from your body, skin slick with sweat as you wipe at your forehead. You’ve been like this all day— hot and irritated, stomach and mind jumbled, unable to focus on much of anything but thoughts of depravity. Pissed off at yourself more than anything; that you couldn’t take it all.

You sit up in the dark room, a sliver of moonlight spilling in from behind the thin curtains over your window. Snow flakes float down from the sky, glimmering, basking in the soft, natural light of the moon. Thoughts of Andy return. Reddened, full lips on your face, his soft, velvety, pink tongue forging its own path in the uncharted territory that is your mouth. His hands, big and warm, pinching and grabbing, pushing in deep.

Every muscle in your body clenches; achy cunt squeezing around nothing.

A soft light illuminates from the nightstand, followed by a buzz, a random alert from your twitter. But then, oh but then— Andy’s words come floating back to you. Better yet, let me give you my number. The sleek iphone is in your hand within seconds, fingers sliding over the keyboard, shooting off a text.

You 1:15am

You up?

Andy B. 1:17am

What’s a smart girl like you doing up so late on Christmas Eve?

An influx of air fills your lungs as your heart leaps.

You 1:17am

I can’t sleep…

Andy B. 1:18am

Want me to help with that?

You won’t be getting much sleep tho…

You 1:18am

That’s what I’m hoping…

Andy B. 1:19am

LOL, okay smarty pants, come wait for Santa with me, front door’s open

You’re already halfway down the stairs by the time his invite slides across the screen. You shove your feet into your Ugg boots at the bottom of the staircase and grab your jacket from the coat rack, pushing into it as you throw open the front door. Crossing your arms over your chest, you jog down the steps of the porch and start for Andy’s, an instant chill rattling right down to your bones.

Footprints in the snow follow you as you cross the lawn, a light crunch sounding underneath your feet, adding to the whoosh of a breeze that rips through the sleepy street. Once you’re on Andy’s porch, you reach for the door, pushing through the threshold and closing it softly with a click.

The house is dark, and quiet, a tiny point of light coming from the kitchen and the random ticks of a clock somewhere deep. Your jacket hits the floor, ugg boots thump against the wall as you kick them off, hand slides along the banister as you climb the stairs slow. Wide eyes adjust to the dark as you pad slowly down the long hall, passing by one closed door, and then another until you reach one that’s slightly ajar. Light spills out of it, splashing over your bare toes as you step right up to it, fingertips pushing against the door.

You find Andy propped up against his headboard, chest bare, legs spread— hard, pink cock sticking out of his boxers, gripped tight in his hand. He flips his eyes to yours as he strokes himself slow, pushing his hips into it, groaning at the sight of you.

The air in your body— the room— is sucked right out as you lock eyes. With a blink, your greedy eyes are on the move, down his hair smattered chest and chiseled stomach, over the dark blue boxer briefs, down his meaty thighs and toned calves, right to his curled toes and back up again.

You have to bite your lip to keep quiet.

“I’ve been,” the words out of his mouth come to a halt being replaced by a low grunt as he squeezes his cock, precum dribbling out of his slit, “Shit sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about you all day. Haven’t been able to cum since you left me all worked up.”

You bleat softly, blinking wild and nervous as you watch his hand slide up and down, palm and fingers sweeping over his mushroom head to collect the droplets of his arousal to push it down his shaft.

“Well, come on. Come touch me.”

It’s a good thing your feet aren’t as stupid as your brain, or else you’d still be standing in place. Before you can get your mind to catch up, you're pulling yourself towards the edge of the bed, falling forward, catching yourself with your hands. Crawling between his legs, your tank top hangs low, Andy’s eyes peering down your cleavage before you sit on your knees— hands trembling.

He reaches for you, grabbing your wrist gently, pulling your hand towards his towering cock. Guiding you slow, he wraps your hand around him, his hips jerking soft at the warmth of your palm and pushes your hand down to his base, before dragging it up to the tip. He helps you for a few more strokes, twisting your hand around him, guiding your fingers up over his cock head and then back down, squeezing your hand to apply a gentle pressure.

“That’s right, baby—ah—” he hisses, jutting his hips up into your hand, “Shit.”

You continue to pump him after his hand falls away, relishing in the small noises that sound from him— sending your heart soaring. His hips pulse into your hand, eyes fluttering as more cum bubbles out, slipping and sliding over your fingers. Andy reaches for the lamp on the nightstand, turning it out, covering the room in darkness except for the moon.

He’s beautiful like this. Chest tight and shuddering with each breath, dark eyelashes splayed over fair skin, a chorus of sweet, small little whines and praise pouring from him. A soft pink blush unfurling over his broad chest, creeping up his neck.

“Fuck baby,” breathless and strained, “You’re a fuckin’ pro already. My smart little girl.” You suck your bottom lip into your mouth but still can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners, “Oh, you like that?” Andy smiles lazily, “You like being my smart little girl?”

Hot lips are on yours before you can even form your mouth to answer. Flipped onto your back, strong hips digging into yours, his cock pushing against your covered clit and slit as he kisses you hard. It takes your breath away.

You’d always thought you’d be awkward, stiff and unknowing, once you finally reached this moment— nothing but teeth and elbows and knees in all the wrong places— but, there’s a natural instinct coming into play. You’re lost, but somehow intricately aware. Fingers creep up his biceps and curl around his shoulder blades, digging in as your hips push back into his. Mouth leans into the feverish kisses, tongue sliding with his.

Colossal hands push into your shorts, pushing them down before his feet knock them off the rest of the way. Your top is rucked up, up over your breasts, exposing more brown skin, two soft, jiggling mounds, two piqued nipples soon sucked into a warm, wet mouth. A long middle finger toys with your clit, rubbing circles before more fingers join, slipping through slick and skin as they play.

“Tell me,” hot, whispered words sting in your ear, “Tell me you like being my smart girl.”

Hips dig into yours once more, hard cock pushing against your sensitive nub, then pressing at your opening. You grab the back of his neck, moaning hard and loud as electricity bounces through your veins, “Andy—” you squeak, “I like—”

A sharp cry breaks through the words as Andy pushes hard, spearing you for the very first time. Pressure and pain courses through you, body going tight and stiff as he sinks deeper and deeper, large palms on your cheeks, forehead to yours, warm breaths and ragged, choked grunts washing over your face.

Hard kisses— one, two, three— on your lips as he holds your face, his eyes closed, mouth hanging as he sinks, sinks, sinks until you’ve taken him all. Your head is empty. Devoid of any real, coherent thoughts, unable to focus on any one thing; well, nothing other than the fullness.

“Tell me you like being my smart girl.” Andy rasps, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to keep himself together. He shifts, hips pulling away from yours, cock dragging out, “Come on baby, tell me you like it.”

Andy pushes his hips, pushes back into you, but real gentle and smooth, knowing you’re teetering— overwhelmed in more ways than one, a feeling that can turn south on a dime. So, he keeps his hands on your face, thumbs rubbing soft circles. He opens his eyes, giving you something to focus on as he moves gently— so, so gently. Keeping you present.

“Use those words, sweet girl. Talk to me.”

Water fills your eyes as you grip, nails biting into the meat of his sides as he fucks you slow and sweet. Heat burns through you, tiny sounds, choked sobs scratch at the back of your throat, but it’s good— feels so good. Your legs push up and around his waist, hands start to snake up his sinewy back, feeling the muscles flex and tighten as he makes you a woman— makes you his.

Safe. Warm. Cocooned between his heavy body and the light mattress. Hips rolling, pushing and pulling. Hot breath over hot skin. Quick, jumbled words, thick and ripe with a heady lust. You like being his smart girl. Gripping fingers, around your face, your wrists, your tits, hips, thighs, ankles— everywhere you could possibly imagine.

Andy flips you over suddenly, his back now pressed into the mattress as you lay on top of him. He positions you right where he wants you— sitting you up straight, positioning your hands against his brawny chest. He encases your waist with those massive hands, squeezing tight before the pads of his fingers drag along your thighs as you wiggle, getting used to the new position.

“Push up— that’s right, sweetheart,” he sighs softly as you follow his direction, “Now sit back down— slowly, baby, go slow.” His head falls back on the pillows as he exhales, a groan trembling through his chest, “God, yeah babe. Good girl. Up and down, up and down.”

Your fingers push through the tuft of soft, dark hair covering his chest as you ride him, lifting and sitting, rolling and bucking as you get a hang of it— catch a feel— your clit rubbing against his taut skin. You feel Andy trying to keep his composure, feel him trying to restrain himself, his hips. Watch his eyes flutter and close as his mouth goes slack again as he pushes up into you, meeting your increasingly greedy thrusts downward.

“I’m your smart girl,” you whisper, heart beating hard and fast in your chest as your confidence grows, “I’ve always wanted to be your smart girl.”

He jams up into you, much harder than anything you’ve felt so far.

A sharp yelp cracks into the silence and he grabs your wrists, runs his hands up your arms, before he cups your face, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t know it was gonna sound so sweet,” he laughs, “God, I fucking love hearing you say that.”

He drops a hand back to your chest, grabbing a handful of your tit, toying with your nipple, pinching and pulling. His other hand wraps around your hip again, helping to pull you forward, as he thrusts soft. You don’t move; you just let him fuck up into you, grab his hands and thread your fingers with his as you bounce.

Thrusts get faster; hips hurried, jabbing. Wet rasps fill the room, octaves soaring. You fall forward a little, unclasping his hands to catch yourself against his chest. Andy’s hands are back around your waist and hips as you fuck down onto him, chasing that little, dull ache in the pit of your stomach that grows with each push of his hips.

Andy has two full handfuls of your ass, growling loud, hips faltering— losing control as he forces you down on him. You take each hard thrust, tears spilling down your cheeks, pleasure and pain all wrapped up into one. Sweat and heat crawls along your skin, stomach goes tight, throat dries. You dig your fingers into his chest as your toes curl, whimpering and crying out, choking as the pressure builds.

You tighten— freeze quick, gasp hard as a white hot orgasm floods your veins, like a molten lava, oozing, spreading. Flattening yourself to Andy’s chest, you let him wrap his arms around your back and hold you tight as he fucks you through it. The meat of his thighs slapping against yours, your cunt sounding wet and filthy, squelching and convulsing as you come.

There’s another heat, quick and dense, filling you as Andy’s grunts grow deeper. His grip on your ass tightens as he spurts— your used cunt coaxing long, hot ribbons of white silk from his sensitive, red cock head. He falls out of you, dick wet and hard, pushing through your ass cheeks as his hips still churn out of habit and inherent instinct.

Hands are on your head, fingers wiping at your face and forehead, pushing hair away. You’re embarrassed— not sure why— and nuzzle into his neck, hiding your face as you tuck your hands into your chest protectively. Another laugh sounds from him, vibrates through you, as he kisses your forehead and rubs his bearded cheek against your face.

“You’re a sweet girl,” honeyed, his voice, smooth and sweet, slow drags of his hands up and down your back lulling you, calming you, suddenly nervous, “My sweet, smart little baby. You okay?” you nod, but it isn’t good enough, “Tell me.”

“I’m okay.” You sniffle, eyelashes clumped, cheeks wet, lips swollen and red.

You nuzzle into him more, taking a deep breath as you listen to his heartbeat. Another silence fills the room, Andy’s breaths soon turn deep, slow and rhythmic, his hands and fingers coming to a slow stop but still splayed out over your back. A quick press of your lips against his neck makes him shift, but doesn’t wake him. You press another on his chin before you settle down into him once more, watching as snow starts to fall again.

There’s a Christmas present sitting at the edge of the bed when you wake the next morning, your name scrawled out on the name tag. You tear into it, pulling out a small white box, the name LELO embossed over the top. Eyebrows firmly furrowed, you turn it over in your hand, mouth falling open as you read the description and eye the two twenty karat gold Ben Wa beads.

Andy appears in the doorway, a steaming cup in his hand, a smile on his face, “Merry Christmas. Santa came for you, huh?”

“Merry Christmas,” you glance away, “I don’t have anything for you.”

“That’s okay,” he shrugs, “I was a bit presumptuous after our little rendezvous in the kitchen— ordered those from Amazon yesterday.” He pads towards you, leaning down to kiss you quick before he hands you the hot mug, “Are you okay?”

A nervous giggle escapes through your lips, your head falling as you cover your mouth with your hand, “Mmhmm.”

Andy tips your head back upwards, pushing his index finger underneath your chin, smiling again before he kisses you all sweet and soft and slow, making you go all stupid and gooey again.

“What are these for?” You ask after he pulls away a few moments later.

His eyes twinkle in the sunlight as he winks, “Training. Now, lay back and spread your legs for daddy, little one.”

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iguessilovebakugou · 3 years

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Early Morning || Bakugou x Mom!Reader {Request}

It was about 2:30 in the morning when you realized Haku hadn’t found his way into your room.

It’s a bleary thought that occurred to you suddenly when you became aware but hadn’t yet opened your eyes. For a moment, you tried to pretend you could go back to sleep and just relish in the undisturbed rest and relaxation after a hard day of being a fully functional adult.

Haku had never been really great about sleeping through the night. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wake up with a nightmare or to cry out for a glass of water. It only seemed to get worse when you and Bakugou had made the decision he should start sleeping in a big boy bed. You had hoped that by letting him pick out the style he wanted, he would be more open to sleeping in the bed by himself. It didn’t really work out as planned, but when did it ever?

Without fail, for the past few weeks, he would find his way into your room and squeeze between you and Bakugou, clinging to your back and generally kicking his poor father in whatever body part was in reaching distance. It usually ended with Bakugou creating a wall of pillows, separating the two of you from his self made oasis of fluff and contempt.

A chill ran over your bare arms and you could hear the soft sound of water against glass. It was raining, the drops pattering against the window lazily. Maybe that’s what originally woke you up, you weren’t entirely sure. Maybe it was your maternal instinct screeching that you had been too comfy for too long, so obviously, something was terribly, horribly wrong. Either way, sleep was now out of the question until you figured out where your little rugrat was.

When you finally were able to open your eyes, you took a moment to glance around the room, blinking away the lingering remnants of sleep. You looked over to the far wall, watching the storm clouds rolling through. The window had been left open, the navy blue curtains gently blowing against the wind. This was another thing that alarmed you, causing you to sit up further. Bakugou always closed the windows when he got home late.

You twisted around to find his spot of the bed remained undisturbed. You gently touched the sheets, pulling away when you were sure no warmth came from them. Did something happen? You reached for your phone, unlocking it and checking your messages. No missed calls, no missed texts - nothing from him or the other Heroes at the agency. Was he just not home yet?

You lifted the comforter off your legs and slipped out of bed. Luckily, your window faced the driveway so you should be able to see his car.

It was dark, but the clouds seemed to provide their own bit of light. You blinked through the rain, focusing on the orange tinted street lights that dotted your road. The trees swayed in the wind and the windchimes gently clinked in the distance. And there, nestled in the driveway, was Katsuki’s car. So he made it home safe. Good - his tires needed changed before the bad weather rolled in. You made a mental note to do that before summer ended.

Well, at least he was home. But if that was the case, why hadn’t he gone to bed? And why hadn’t Haku made his way into your room - especially at this hour.

You shut the window before making your way out into the hall.

You didn’t bother to turn on the lights - if Katsuki had fallen asleep on the couch, the light would surely wake him up. You moved quietly, keeping an ear out for any sounds. It wasn’t until you passed Haku’s room that you stopped.

The light from his bedside table cast a soft glow over the room. Toys were scattered all across the floor - from blocks to hand me down All Might dolls. It was a mess of colors, wood, and plastic. And there in the middle of the room was a black duffle bag, opened with a stuffed whale peaking out from inside black, red, and green clothes.

Movement from the bed drew your attention there. Your eyes fell on the sleeping face of Haku and Bakugou - your boys. Bakugou’s feet were dangling off the bed while Haku was happily curled around his father’s form. They were a mess of sleeping limbs, of messy blonde hair and soft snores. There was a peace hanging over the room, safety that explained why your son hadn’t felt the need to migrate to your bed.

You watched them for a moment longer, leaning against the doorframe. You had never thought, in all your years, you could love anything as much as you loved those two. No matter what on earth was going on, whatever villains or bills or unplanned events, everything seemed so...tiny compared to them. You hadn’t realized you were smiling. With a soft sigh, you stepped over the toys to grab the quilt from the toybox.

You took great care to make sure both of them were covered. It would probably get cold in the morning, no need to them to feel it. Haku didn’t move, hugging his father’s chest so tightly. A mama’s boy he may be, but nothing would ever match up to his father. His protector, his hero, his best friend. He adored him, loved him with everything he had.

You pressed your fingers to your lips, before pressing them to Haku’s forehead. “Love you, little bug.” You whispered, just above a breath.

But it was enough to wake Bakugou, ever so slightly. You felt him shift beneath you, heard the deep intake of breath as his bright red eyes darted around the room...before landing on your face. He let a huff before closing them again, “Hey...” He rumbled.

“Hey.” You had to stop yourself from laughing. You rested yourself down on the edge of the bed. “You gonna sleep in here tonight?”

“Mmm-mmm.” He gave a weak shake of his head. “I’ll be in...”

“Yeah?”

“Mmmhmm.”

God, he was perfect. It hit you sometimes, at random points during the day. When he would come home, make dinner, or just fall asleep on the couch. Every little thing he did was magic.

You smiled, knowing full well he was going to be here until morning. “Okay.” You leaned over and pressed your lips to his.

He wasn’t so asleep that he couldn’t reciprocate. You felt his lips press back against yours, once, twice, then three times. It left you wanting more, but if he were to pass out in this cramped little space, you figured he was probably exhausted. Still, it was hard to tear your eyes away from him. “I love you.” You whispered, gently.

He didn’t answer. Probably asleep already. He worked so hard to provide for you, to be the best hero he could be. He would never admit it, but you knew he was well aware of Haku’s admiration for him. Before, when you and him had simply been dating, Bakugou had wanted to be the hero for your standard reasons: Money, fame, recognition, the desire to help people. But when Haku was old enough to realize exactly what his father was? That people loved Daddy because he was strong, because he could protect and help people, he could stop bad people who wanted to hurt them - that he would always win so he could come home to you and him. Well...

Haku thought the world of Bakugou. And that always seemed to make Bakugou work all the more to be the best. To be something worthy of his son’s unconditional love and adoration.

You reached over and shut out the light, casting the room in darkness save for the Crimson Riot night light on the far side of the wall. You used it’s little golden glow to guide your path through the mess, stopping to pick up the duffle bag on your way. Tossing one last look over your shoulders and giving them one last smile, you moved to shut the door.

“Hey.”

You stopped, opening the door just a little bit further to peer back into the room. Bakugo still had his eyes closed and hadn’t moved at all. You were almost ready to turn back around when he spoke again.

“Love you too.”

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sweetsbfreex · 3 years

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a styles snow day

Summary: In Boston, with your family. You and H have a snow day with your daughter. After a hectic morning that is

Warnings: none!

Pairing: Dad, Husband!Harry x reader

The shuffling of soft feet against the sheets had shaken you awake, causing you to open your eyes. You ignore it, but before sleep could take you away again. A sharp strike, from a very soft foot, landed between your shoulders

You open your eyes wide, emitting a raspy whine into the morning air. Reaching your hand back to stop the tiny foot from landing another strike. In result you hear cute giggles causing you to turn, her foot still in your clutch, to see your eighteen month old.

You closed eyes for a second, letting out a low sigh before you scooped her up. Both of you laying on your sides, facing each other, one of her legs laid against your hip.

You reached your hand out to fix the catastrophe that was her hair.

“Not nice Ava...Why is it always me hm...Why don’t you ever wake dad like this?” you ask.

She stared at you, smiling. Only elevator music playing in her morning mind right now. Her small body encased with one of Harry’s very old shirts at her knees. One that his mother had saved for when he had his first child.

“Go wake up dad” you whispered in her ear, your hand cupping the back of her tiny ear.

She looked up at you, her face now amused at your special request. Without any questions, she shuffled her bum to her dad. Who was on his side, his back away from the two of you. Draping her upper body over his torso, her teeny legs pointed out to stabilize herself. Taking an arn that wasn't holding herself up. She reached her chubby fingers to her father’s eye, pulling his eye lid up.

Giggling to herself when Harry’s eye began to move around, then upward at her face which was upside down to him. Then she laughed a bit more when both his eyes startled open in shock.

“Daddy!” she squealed.

Harry groaned, a light pout on his face before he pulled Ava’s finger from his eye. “Hi baby” he smiled, pulling his girl over so she became cocooned in his arms against his chest.

“Mum set you up to this right?” he asked, turning his head around to see a “sleeping” y/n.

“For someone who’s supposed to love me...you are such a menace”. He told his other girl. Watching as she laughed, blowing the cover she thought she had. “Caught ya’” he mumbled, turning back to his baby’s giggles.

You got up, reaching your body over your end of the bed to place a kiss on his shoulder. Making your way over to the three window walls beside your bed. When you rolled up the first blind. A small comical gasp got your attention, looking behind you to see her shocked gaze on the snow.

“Snow!” She gleamed, removing herself from Harry and sprinting to the window. Her nose and palms all up in the glass. Watching the thick layer of snow that buried your spacious backyard.

All three of you had landed in your home in Boston, coming back from visiting your parents, late last night. And with the moving around she had to do a long with the flight. she didn’t get a chance to see the snowfall in the middle of the night.

“I know” you told her, matching her energy. “You wanna play in it later?” You asked, bringing your hand down to pull her away from the glass.

She jumped up and down nodding her head in reply.

“Let’s eat first then we can later”

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Now you were all in the kitchen/dining (since they shared the same space). After Harry took out Milo, the family’s Australian shepherd, from his cage to the front yard. Now he was chasing? Or Ava was chasing him?. The loud dog pants, the sound of feet/paws against the wood, Ava’s giggles, the music Harry decided to play, and your whines, were all mixed. Because Harry would. not. Let you go.

“Do you want to starve? I need to make breakfast” you lean your head back on his shoulder. Being currently enveloped by both his arms, closing you between his chest and the counter.

“You’re popping a couple of eggos in the toaster, chill out” he snickered.

You smiled at his teasing, kissing his cheek before turning your way back to the eggs you were mixing first. He stayed behind you placing kiss after kiss to your shoulder, then your neck, then to the cut of your jaw.

You giggled, reeling him in a bit as you brandished your butt against him. Eyes averting to Harry's fingers which were clenching the counter a bit.

And ever so quickly you tilted your head, so your mouth was to his ear whispering...

“Go fill Milo’s bowl” you tell him, turning your head to kiss one of his shoulders. Before they deflated and Harry sported a dejected look on his face.

“I’ll remember this the next time the roles reverse hm?” he tells you, pinching your butt and then strolling away to the pantry.

And it was peaceful for a little until frill cries interrupted it; and Harry’s voice cooing Ava was what you heard.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, leaving the eggs and turning off the warming pan.

“Sad because Milo’s not playing anymore” he chuckles, rubbing his hand.

“You ready for your pancakes?” You ask her.

At that the instant crocodile tears ended, as expected, while she nodded her head yes. You and Harry shared a laugh before he brought to the table, sitting in her booster seat. While you popped some eggos in the toaster.

“Har! Are you eating pancakes too?” You yell out to him.

“No thank you, ‘m gonna eat the eggs” he replied to you, leaving Ava with her coloring sheet.

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You were all roughly done. Milo finished his breakfast a while ago, now he laid next to Ava��s chair looking with hope at everyone eating.

And when her parents were no longer paying attention to her, instead to each other. Ava used her nimble fingers to break a piece of her bacon. Bringing it to her mouth before “accidentally” dropping it on the floor. Smiling down at her best friend who ate it with pleasure.

‘Poor mimi’ she thought

Taking a bit of her pancakes between her fingers, she tried it one more time. Instead a different method; as she hid the piece of her syrup-less pancake in her closed fist. Yawning slyly, bringing her arms above her hands after she looked down at the puppy eyes Milo gave her. And bringing them to lay against her side; dropping the pancake onto the mixed fur beneath her.

“Ey!” Harry voiced, catching her in the act.

You turned around confused, watching as she jumped in her seat, looking up at her father in a stunned manner.

“What were you doing Ava?” You asked.

She looked at both her parents, pushing her bottom lip out.

“Milo is hungry!” She defended

“Are we supposed to be feeding Milo anything that isn’t dog food?” He tests her.

“No” she murmurs. Eyebrows wrinkled together and lips pouted causing her cheeks to fill out more than usual. Her small face was in perfect view to get a glance of her expression. Then in a haste she tucked her chin into her body, so all you both saw was the top of her bed head.

The couple wasn’t against giving Milo “human food”, he’d get some from time to time, not too much. But with a child it was a bit different. Ava didn’t know what a dog could and couldn’t eat, so the two of them had to be stricter when it came to her giving Milo food. They’d also been training Milo to not accept food Ava get him, but the two of them were like peas in a pod.

You and Harry looked at each other. You raised your eyebrows to him, wondering how the pair of you should go about this. He shrugs backs at you, a smile etched on his face as he eyes his child again.

She sat still in her chair, keeping the heartbroken visage on her face. Ava decided to add a dash of spice into her act by crossing her arms over her chest . Without context you would think you told her she would never be able to watch Disney movies ever again!

You decided to take the reigns.

“Babe do you want Milo to have to go to the doctor?” You asked her.

“No.” She responded short.

“Talk appropriately, Ava” Harry told her.

“No, mommy” she repeated herself, looking up this time, her arms uncrossed and instead sat in her lap.

“If you keep giving her human food he’ll get sick, then he’ll have to go to the doctor...then you could be arrested” you pout at her pinching her cheeks.

“Y/N!” Harry hissed, his foot breezing past your shin.

“What? It worked on me”

“Okay Okay, you won’t go to jail, mommy’s fibbing. I’m

Sorry”

“You’re fibbing?” She murmurs, using her palm to clear her bangs from her forehead. Looking at Harry for confirmation as you both nod.

“But you can’t feed Milo human food, it’s not good for him” you remind her.

“Okay. I won’t feed Milo anymore. Promise!” she answers in a hushed tone, reaching her hands up so you could pull her into your lap.

You did so kissing the top of her head

“Mumma?” Tilting her head back.

“Yea?”

“You eat the pancakes, I don’t want them,” she remarked, tossing her head side-to-side and patting her plump stomach. Sticking her tongue out in an icky manner, meaning she was full.

You and Harry shared a quick laugh at her chaotic antics.

“Ready to go out and play?” Which resulted in a large hoot led by Harry.

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Everyone showered by two, the sun brighter than when you woke up, and the snow falling down softer, in a flurry.

Before you all left the London home, you had ordered the three of you matching garments and gloves for the pictures you knew you and Harry would take.

Currently, you and Harry were clad in thick turquoise jackets. Only struggling with the task of getting Ava dressed up.

She was like a wiggling worm, wouldn’t stay still, even when you and Harry offered her some candy. Her infectious belly laughs only grew as she thought this was some kind of funny game. But it wasn't and you made that clear when you told her she wouldn't be playing in the snow until she dressed up. Did she sit down like a good girl.

“Oh! Look at my baby!” you thrilled, holding her cheeks between your palms. Pulling her in for an eskimo kiss. Those have been her favorite for the longest. Ever since she got herself hooked on Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood. “You look so cute, beautiful” you tell her.

She smiles at the compliments, such a narcissist she was. Always asking you if she looked pretty in this or that at least once a day. Along with checking herself out in the mirror for an extended amount of time. Such a narcissist. Yet, you also loved the way she tilted her chin down, head lolled to the side bashfully.

Harry, like lightning, put her beanie over her braided pigtails while you put on her black snow boots. He picked her up once she finished dressing up,setting her on his blowing a raspberry on her chubby cheeks.

“Aren’t you guys the cutest” you hummed, pulling your phone out to take a picture. You chuckled when you watched the way her giggles disappeared at the sight of your phone. Instead a beaming smile, pressing her cheek to her father’s scruffy one. Snapping a few live photos of the two.

“I wanna see” her palm out towards you for the phone.

You shuffled yourself beside her, tilting the phone so they both could see the photos.

“Look so beautiful. Hm?” Harry marveled, placing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

She grinned at his acclaim, “Yes” she dragged out the s. Nodding her head in a gentle manner before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“You look so good too, H” you tell him. Your hand rubbing the cheek that wasn’t occupied by Ava.

He, without a doubt, did. He decided to stop shaving the last two weeks and gosh did he look good. The turquoise color brought out the green of his eyes. Instead of letting his hair down, he decided he’d clip it back with one of your clips.

He kissed you on the lips then on your cheek in result, Also exchanging a string of compliments your way, by whispering some not safe for kid ears into yours.. Your stomach did a bit of a flip at his husky voice, before you slapped his chest in a truce like manner.

“Milo! Let’s go outside!” Harry shouted out, clutching your hand as he led the three of you downstairs.

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The four of you were outside in the white blanket. Milo was doing his zoomies, astounded with this new found discovery. Before his non-stop running. The first thing Milo did, when he came in contact with the snow, was freeze (ears up in curiosity), then he stuck his nose into the snow, ate some snow. Now he was running in circles.

Ava loved this, perched up on Harry’s shoulder as she giggled, her nimble finger following Milo’s body.

You had Harry’s phone pointed at the two of them, videoing the whole family.

And Harry was feeling gratified. His baby was on his shoulder happy as a lark. His other baby had a radiating smile on her beautiful face while recording these moments. as always. And his pup was having the time of his life

“Baby!” you lose it when Harry also looks away from Milo to face you in no time. “Ava...Can you catch a snowflake like this?”

Harry blows a huff. He hates when you do that (half the time on purpose). Watching you tilt your head back, eyes closed, and your tongue out as you catch snow in your mouth.

Ava catches on, her eyes go a bit crossed when she tries to see the snow landing on her tongue.

“Here, baby, hold her for a bit” he tells you, bringing her down into your open arms (so she’s now on your hip). He leans down a bit to gather a bit of snow in his hands to make a snowball. Then once he’s done, he has a mischievous smile when he targets it to your chest.

It startles you, “Harry!”

And you halt, again, when the kid on your hip starts to wail. Her head thrown back and her eyes closed, sealed tight.

"Aww. Don't cry baby. Look at what you did Harry" you reprimand him in a jest. His eyebrows raise in surprise, not expecting for this to end in her tears. "Daddy's mean right? Watch this" you shush her, watching her until she opens her eyes, only in small hiccups.

You crouch down carefully pulling some snow into your fist.

“Watch baby, gotta get revenge” you tell her smiling. Raising yourself up to then fling the snow into Harry’s chest. Ever the dramatic man. He clutched his heart over his jacket before falling back into the sea of snow groaning out. Opening one eye, when he hears the laugh of his precious girl.

“Here” you tell Ava, giving her own ball of snow. She eyes it for a little before she tries to shove the snow into her mouth like crazy. Very likely you shouldn’t have shown her how to catch the snowflakes beforehand. You roll your eyes at Harry when you hear his chuckles at the exchange.

When you tell her no and to throw it you watch her laugh as she flings it on top of her father. Who then groans again and lays with his tongue out and body spread out like the chalk outlines. You set her down to the ground and she zips to the “dead” body. She pokes his eye like earlier today because it always works, but when it doesn’t she relents to other forces.

“Mimi!” she calls the shepheard over, pointing down at Harry. Who is slowly breaking his facade (but she doesn’t notice). Milo bounded forward to his owner with zeal. Sniffing around Harry for a bit before licking his face, inducing Harry to shout. Jump scaring the three of you, especially poor Milo who dashed away and Ava who fell on her butt.

Ava didn’t appreciate it. Taking snow between her mittens and crushing it into H’s chest causing a laugh out of all you.

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The sun was about to set and Harry and Ava were rolling up the last ball for the snowman’s head. You were smoothing the parts that were a bit rough. Milo was back in the house. Too tired from all the running he was doing, but you were able to get some family shots with him too.

“Be careful, babe” Ava tells Harry (unnecessarily loud), when his foot gets caught in an icy patch.

“Thank you babe” he tells her, leaning down to kiss her chin. “Wonder where she gets that from. Hm?” he teases you, winking at you and puckering his lips to blow you a kiss. As you smile shyly looking away from him.

They were on either side of you. Ava nestled into your side, her arms around one of yours. All while Harry begins to lift the final snowball onto the other two.

“There you go baby. Olaf!” he tells her one she’s finished.

She isn’t excited and looks at the figure confused for a minute. You look up at Harry, eye brows pinched, he looks at you the same way, his hands on his hip when he shrugs at you.

A little gasp makes you both turn your head to see her eyes light up and finger pointed upward, like in the movies.

“Forget his buttons, eyes, and nose” she tells you, trying to point at where each thing went.

“You’re so right, smart girl, let me go get them, find some sticks too.”

You shuffle through the backdoor. Gaining ompant when Milo decides to come out of the living room. Rubbing his head on the way there. Going into the fridge you get the shortest carrot in the bag before moving into the fireplace for some coal.

When you walk back out, Ava is sitting on Harry's shoulders again. Her arms wrapped around his forehead with an iron grip. You hand her the carrot.

“Thank you mommy” she cheered, the tip of her cheeks getting firmer with her grin.

You pinch her cheeks a little bit, in response. Turning around to place the coals in a shape of a smile, using the last five as his buttons and eyes. While doing this you notice the skinny branches as his arms.

“Okay Miss Styles time for you to do the honor. Go ahead and give him his nose”

Harry squats down until Ava's leveled with the snowman's head. She decides, among herself, to twirl the carrot around so the pointed part of the carrot gets buried in the snow. You truly don't have the heart to correct her when you see how proud of herself she is.

Once she finishes, Harry picks her up and off his shoulder so she's settled on his hip instead. He jostles her around, shouting an array of "Yay! Ava!" The three of you clapping your hands together to celebrate. All while Ava revels in the abundance of praise, yet she huddles her into the comforts of her dad's shoulder.

Her first snow day had gone way better than either of you would have imagined. You personally assumed that she would have hated it. Especially since it was a very cold substance. Or she would have cried the whole time, wanting to go back in instantly.

If anything, it was more perfect than anything. You loved your little family and there was quite possibly nothing that could replace the rush of emotions you felt when you were with them. Making these treasured moments. You think this all while Harry pulls you in for a kiss.

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