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quirkle2 · 2 years

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jay do you ever think if warriors is in the middle of a big battle like the bloodied warriors drawings you made that legend ever has to help him calm down?? :0 man the feral ones you made are such a far cry from how carefree and goofy he usually is!!! aaaaaa I love them!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM YES I DO ANON YES I DO

i've mentioned in the past a lot that they Both tend to absolutely lose it if the other is hurt in battle, but i also think abt instances where neither of them r hurt but Something happens in the fight and it makes wars lose it anyway. it could be pretty much anything ?? it could be just a Sound—a particularly familiar way metals scrape together; a yell that sounds like a long-gone soldier of his; the sound of a bomb being lit,,,

it could be smth So small that bothers nobody else at all, but it will instantly take him back to some memory he'd tried to forget. he's suddenly in a different place in his head altogether and he's back in that mindset he'd had to adopt during the war—kill or be killed—and when he of all people gets like that, a literal one-man army, it is incredibly hard to stop him from killing just about anything that moves

it's rare that it happens, but he does occasionally snap into something cold and feral and heartless. sometimes he's pushed over the edge, and ? sometimes only legend can calm him down

the others try ? most of the time wars recognizes them as allies, but on the rare occasion he's too lost in his own head to know who he's slashing at, they Have to get out of the way in order to not get immediately killed. legend is their fastest member. wars is Almost a match, but not quite, and if it rly came down to it, ledge would be able to avoid his strikes long enough to get his attention and snap him out of it

but i enjoy the idea of wars seeing ledge and That's what snaps him out of it. the others have been trying to get his attention, trying to yell for him to stop and it's proven to be useless cuz he's not hearing a word they're saying, but i fuckin adore the idea of legend being the only one wars' mind seems to pause at. if legend yells enough, it usually breaks through the barrier and gets wars to halt and to blink and realize he'd gotten lost in his head

and when he's finally snapped out of it ? he's Instantly panicking. he knows immediately what happened, or at least the jist of it, and he's whipping around to count heads and scan bodies for injuries inflicted By Him. he's actively hyperventilating cuz he doesn't allow himself a Moment of rest between his feral trance and checking the team over for injuries and legend has to grip his shoulders and cup his jaw and force him to Look at him

legend's so ?? it's Scary, for him, to see wars like that. it's scary for everybody, but legend in particular has royal knight trauma, and seeing his best friend, who is a knight, with that heartless, crazed look in his eyes ? it,, it unsettles him so much. legend is Scared of him, in those moments. luckily, they're at the point where ledge knows wars would never hurt him intentionally

and u bet ur ass that wars is so broken up abt losing it on the field. he apologizes endlessly, gets so choked up and guilty abt it, and even though the rest of the chain keeps telling him that they Get it and they understand and they don't blame him, he still beats himself up over it sm. keeps repeating "i could have killed you!" and he's nearly inconsolable

especially if he Does actually hurt one of them. just because that idea hurts me immensely, im gonna say it's never anything more than a simple nick or a twist of a limb <3 but even That . even if he sees a nick on somebody's face and he asks where that came from and they sheepishly admit they'd narrowly dodged one of wars' attacks, he's sofuckign broken up about it.

ur RIGHT anon he's such a goofy and gentle guy and even seeing a Small Cut on any of them, caused by wars, is enough to reduce him to tears. he just keeps thinking that if he'd gone a little faster, if they'd been a little closer, it could have been fatal. it could have chopped their fucking head clean off. That's why he gets so upset. it's how close he got to killing one of his family members

it terrifies him ? he's endlessly apologizing and Instantly unarming himself so he can't hurt them. and it usually takes the whole evening for legend to bring him back to a point where he's calm and not constantly hung up on the fact that he lost it on the field. legend's so gentle w him and the rest of the chain is as well—they're so endlessly patient w him and even if they've said it 16 times in the last hour, they'll keep telling him it wasn't his fault and they do not blame him and No We Don't Hate You Please Never Say That Ever Again

#qktalks #anon #don't quite know what to tag this as ngl #tw violence #tw death mention #????#if i need to add tags pls do let me know im unsure #it's 1am i'm so sleepy so i'll keep my ramblings in the post and Not let it overflow into the tags but GVEIAYGV #ty anon ur mind is so big and wrinkly #that one drawing of him covered in blood next to the red text in that image is my favorite one #love a man who's lost his mind and is covered in blood <33333 HVIUEAGVIA

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lunaetis · 8 months

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@muraenide asked :

He finds her on the floor, exhausted from what he assumed to be cleaning Ramshackle dorm. It's too much work for one person and a cat who is reluctant to help. Jade scoops her up into his arms and takes her to the dilapidated couch. It's falling apart, but it'll do for now. He shrugs his coat off and spreads it over her petite body, up to her neck, as he tucks her in. Brushing her hair over her head, he places a kiss on her temples. The living conditions of Ramshackle dorm were terrible. The windows and doors had fallen off their hinges, they were barely there to keep the wind out. Eden might as well be sleeping out in the wild, exposed to the wind, unshielded from the cold. Jade doesn't know how he didn't manage to convince himself that he should have taken a look sooner. He hangs his hat and vest on the clothing stand as he picks up the broom that Eden has left lying on the ground and begins sweeping.

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エデン」─ cleaning was more work than she had thought. what was she thinking, trying to clean the whole dorm all by herself ? HIGH STAMINA that came with her nature of being a vessel wasn't enough to keep her function after attempting to dust off the entire floor and keeping a CERTAIN CAT from causing trouble. in all honesty, eden wouldn't have minded sleeping outside in the wild if it'd come to that. certainly wouldn't be the first time she had done that either.

in her exhaustion-induced rest, feeling a touch that wrapped around her made the TRAILBLAZER stir slightly. a presence so familiar which caused her form to nuzzle towards almost instinctively. there was a SCENT that came to her mind, wafting through the air and enveloped her very senses brought a sense of calm. the tender, quiet touch to her temple earned a purring hum, almost like a content feline despite how she probably was more accurately associated with canine than feline. with her mind so DEEP in the much needed rest, she didn't see who it was.

maybe she didn't have to.

her breathing regulated, as though her very instinct was telling her she was safe. in this presence, wrapped up in this warmth — nothing was going to harm her. she murmured a single name under her breath. barely audible, it was, but the syllable echoing his name sounded treasured on her tongue. his scent was soothing. when was the last time she had felt so relaxed to let her mind delve deep into slumber in such a way ? she couldn't remember.

the trailblazer didn't realize how long it had been when her mind was yanked back to present time again. lashes twitched as bleary golden hues reopened to shape the sight before her. ceiling ? a blink, as her frame shifted and the coat that was covering her slid downwards, making her grab it out of instinct —

wait. this coat ... ?

line of vision slowly followed the sounds, while her hands held the coat closer to her frame. amber hues finally landed upon the tall frame with his back facing her. he was fiddling with the window she struggled to keep close just last night. silently, she found herself staring. it wasn't like she was ogling over him. no. the way her aureate optics were kept upon him spelled of something softer, something genuine. she had always felt that his smooth, fluid movement was nice to watch, but this was different.

there was a softer light in her starlit hues, a kind of light that reflected the very reason the organ in her left chest was drumming just a little louder and faster than usual. since when did her eyes follow him ? since when did she find gaze trailing after him almost out of instinct ? since when did his voice, his words, his touch, his very presence, made this foreign world feel ... welcoming. like home.

" so — " she finally broke the SILENCE that hung in the air before she pushed herself to sit up properly, holding the coat closer to her person. she looked almost like a puppy with her favorite blanket, the way she let his coat wrap around her form like that. it didn't look like she was planning to give it back to him soon. GOLDEN OPTICS were shimmering with mirth as they met his heterochromia, and lips curled into a smile. a tease ? a challenge ? no, not those.

smitten. absolutely smitten.

" how much trouble would i be in if i'm not returning this to you ? "

#muraenide #.answered #.[ the stars will lead me right back to you: jade & eden ]#[ slaps this tag for them :333 #did i spend more than 10 mins trying to find a tag for them after i finished writing the response ?#yes. yes i did #HKLHKHK IN THE END I CHOSE THIS BC IT FITS WITH HER AESTHETIC #and her always finding a way to come back to him bc the stars will guide her back to him #always #oKAY I'M BEING SAPPY #AND EDEN IS JUST BEING SMITTEN HERE DON'T MIND HER #cannot be more obvious than this #cRIES THO HJLKHLKK JOAN THIS IS SO SOF #I WAS SO MUSH READING IT #my brain is dead from work but i need to write this so apologies if it's all over the places hjlkhjlk #sleepy eden is like that #also eden while holding his coat to her person : mine now ]

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churipu · 4 months

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jjk men & their sleepyhead gf !

featuring. gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento x fem! reader

warnings. none, just them being all soft and whipped for you

note. first of all, anon i am so sorry, i accidentally posted your request on the queue list and fml, i'm so embarrassed but idek how to edit the queue list so out of desperation i deleted it— but i ofc screenshotted this before i deleted the og post, so i am so sorry :(( i hope you enjoy this, and i hope you get to find out i didn't delete your ask and it's here in a form of a screenshot :((

GOJO SATORU. i feel like he doesn't mind most of the time— he does mind it if you fall asleep when you're supposed to be paying attention to him >:(

but whenever you fall asleep, his camera's always on standby, snapping pictures of you from every angle. whether you look good or bad (you never look bad btw), from up above, from below, from the left, from the right, with 0.5, i can go on.

and when you wake up, you find your phone blowing up with notifications from shoko, geto, and him, especially with the notification "@gojosatoru tagged you in a post" and it's just a slideshow post of you sleeping, a few close up shots, and your face with different instagram filters.

you don't even bother at this point since he's not going to stop, and not gonna lie, you did find it a bit funny. and the comments from shoko and geto made you laugh, so... good luck trying to sleep around him, you'll wake up to a whole album of you sleeping on his account.

"satoru, what the fuck is this filter?" it was a filter that made your face a little distorted, and gojo'd just sitting there innocently, blinking his white lashes up at you.

"you look adorable, princess."

"i don't want to sleep around you anymore."

"no, please sleep— how am i supposed to continue my daily updates of you sleeping?"

mind you, he has 200 posts on instagram and 150 of them are just you sleeping + with the cheesiest captions like "my baby is sleeping, pls tell her to wake up bcs i miss her 🥺🥺🥺"

and shoko is all up in his comments like "wake her up yourself, dumbass she's literally in your house."

SUKUNA RYOMEN. the first time you fell asleep around him was when he went out to get a glass of water, but he didn't think of it as anything and thought you were just tired.

but no— you fall asleep anywhere, whenever and most of the time. he gets pretty frustrated when you both spend time, and in a bit, your head leans onto his shoulders and sukuna checks on you, and you were out like a light.

"y/n?" soft snores.

he clicks his tongue in annoyance but doesn't push you away or get angry, although he finds you cute. sometimes snaps a few pictures to keep, but you don't know about that.

and at times, you wake up all tucked in your bed—your favorite plushie beside you, and sukuna nowhere in sight.

you open your phone and there's a few text messages from him.

[ you fell asleep, so i left ] he didn't leave, he said that to make you feel bad and for not giving him enough attention— he stayed in the same seated position for a few hours before prepping you onto your bed, tucking you in and not forgetting to place a smooch on your forehead.

[ call me when you wake up ]

[ love you ] awww.

he's so in love with you.

NANAMI KENTO. he's such a gentle soul, he won't mind if you fall asleep or is asleep whenever he comes over. in fact, he enjoys it when you fall asleep.

he read somewhere that if someone feels tired or sleepy around a person, it's because they feel safe. so nanami just concludes that his girlfriend feels safe around him, safe enough for her to get sleepy and fall asleep on him.

"kento," you murmur half-asleep, stretching your arms.

"hm?" he hums out, opening his arms for you to fall into — which you did, and he craddled you in his arms, placing his cheek onto your head.

"night night." it wasn't even night time, you just had to say it before you go to sleep, and nanami finds you so cute he couldn't help but to squeeze you a little.

"night night," he replies back, kissing your forehead.

nanami just sits there and continues craddling you in his arms, and if he needs to go, he would put you on your bed (on his bed when it's his house), and writes you a short message why he needed to go and when he will be back.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fluff #jjk fluff #sukuna ryomen #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #sukuna x reader #female reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader

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toji-girl · 2 months

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tags: pregnant! fem reader + fluff + you're mamaguro + toji refers to you as mommy + so self-ship coded but made into x reader for all to enjoy + feedback such as comments and reblogs are always appreciated ♡

Bright red colors felt like lasers burning into his eyes as Toji cracked them open feeling a smaller hand nudge him awake until he was halfway sitting up. "What is it Megs?" He asked in a sleepy tone.

It had a tinge of irritation to it that his son picked up on as he moved to crawl onto the bed taking the spot that you were laying in an hour prior, the mattress was still warm and it smelt just like you.

"Mom is downstairs crying," Megumi replied and looked at his dad who hung his head to scrub his hand over his face knowing exactly why you were awake at three am and crying as well.

Toji scooped up his son who is a spitting image of him, to the point that you tell people he gave birth to your son. "Is it the baby?" He asked curiously, his voice clogged with his own tiredness.

"Something like that, when you were growing in mommy's belly I had to get her about ten banana creampies a day just so I could keep my head and hands." He teased and chuckled in an attempt to soothe.

But it had the opposite effect.

In the mind of a five-year-old, he thought you developed monster teeth or something and tried to chomp off parts of his dad. "No!"

Megumi's tantrum ended when the both of them entered the kitchen to see you going through the cabinets in search of your craving. "Momma!" He cried when Toji sat him down so he could walk to you.

Pregnancy made your emotional state ten times more sensitive and hearing your son call out for you made your eyes burn with more tears as you turned to look at them with a sad smile. "Did I wake up my babies? I'm sorry honey." You murmured and ruffled his hair.

Toji came in closer but was sure to keep a distance as he scooped Megumi up again. "He came in saying you were cryin' and we can't have that. Do you need some more of whatever you want?" He asked.

You sniffled and looked at Megumi then your husband.

"If you don't mind...I'd love you forever." You said in a teasing tone watching your husband shake his head playfully before setting his son down gently.

"You already love me. Get in bed with mommy and I'll be back."

Forty-five minutes later you and Megumi welcomed Toji back with open arms when he settled in the bed with your son in the middle as he passed the snacks out between the three of you.

His life feels so complete with the both of you, for the longest time Toji truly didn't see a reason for living or doing anything good until he met you that is.

#tw: pregnancy #toji x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fluff #toji x you #toji fushiguro x you #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushigro x reader #Toji x you #toji x reader fluff #toji x yn #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #jjk toji

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haikyuuhoo · 6 months

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tired eyes

pairing: gojo x reader

wc: 790

warnings: light angst, minor manga spoilers

a/n: tagging @shotorus in this bc sel your sleepy gojo thoughts made me unable to stop thinking about this idea I've wanted to write. I know this is so different to the vibes of what you were talking about but I figured you deserved the tag since this lil drabble finally made its way out of my head bc of you <3 (pls don't feel like you need to read this I'm nervy just tagging you lol)

Gojo’s keys clang loudly against the bowl on the table in the entryway, and he has half a mind to cringe at the noise, seeing as it’s so late and you’re probably asleep by now. He unzips his jacket as he drags his feet in the direction of the bedroom, heaving out a sigh and finally letting his shoulders relax a little, letting some of the tension he’s been harboring for days leave his body. He's so tired that he feels like he could fall asleep in his clothes without even crawling beneath the duvet, though he knows he should at least shower first. But that's all forgotten when he steps into the warm glow spilling into the hallway from the light on your nightstand, and he hesitates for a moment when he notices that you're not asleep—in fact, you're very much awake, like you've been waiting for him.

Your gaze darts up when you see the figure in the doorway, a smile immediately lighting up your face. “You’re home,” you say as you set aside the book you were reading and pull your headphones off.

Gojo raises an eyebrow, making his way to the edge of the bed where you rise onto your knees to meet him. “You’re still up?”

And you nod, shrugging one shoulder slightly as you bring your hands up to cup his face. “Of course. Can’t really sleep well when I’m waiting for you to come back from a mission, ya know?” You say it so casually, but it makes him frown knowing you’re referring to the nineteen agonizing days he was gone from you. You lean in to close the distance between you two, pressing your lips to his in a hungry kiss that has him grasping your waist and pulling you flush against him.

“Well, as much as I wish you wouldn’t stay up just for me, I’m glad you did,” he murmurs into your mouth.

“Mmm,” is all you hum in response, pushing your fingertips underneath his blindfold. And then you kiss his nose, then his forehead, and then briefly his lips again.

And those lips fall into probably the prettiest pout you’ve ever seen. “You gonna take it off?” he asks, his voice low, and normally the tone would have you moving quickly to take everything off of him, but not tonight. Tonight, his voice is low with exhaustion, and you'd noticed the way it seemed to seep into his bones the moment he entered the room.

“No,” you say softly, and he nearly whines, “you’re tired. Your eyes—” You gently let your fingertips smooth across his eyelids over the blindfold “—I’m sure they need the rest.”

Gojo had a penchant for coming home with migraines after missions, all that time with his blindfold off to help him fight draining him and making his eyes even more sensitive than normal, and you’re sure tonight is no different.

“But I want to see you.”

The corner of your mouth tilts up. “I may not know exactly how your technique works, Satoru, but I know you can see me.”

And this time he does whine, squeezing your waist and pressing his forehead against yours. “You know it’s not the same. I wanna see you.”

You hum, stringing him along like you’re thinking about it and toying with the edge of the black fabric. “Okay,” you finally say, “just a peek, yeah?” Before he even has a chance to respond you're lifting it off and dropping it to the side. His hair falls around his face, messier than it normally is, and you gently brush it back.

Gojo blinks a couple of times to adjust his eyes to the light, and your chest tightens at the sleepy smile he gives you, at the way his eyes seem dimmer than usual. “Hi,” he whispers.

And you’re suddenly overcome with a wave of emotion that has you blinking back tears. “Hi.” You cup his face again, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones. “I missed you.”

He flashes you a grin. “Aww, no need to miss me too much, you know I can’t stay away from you.”

And you both know it’s his attempt to lighten the mood, to pretend that someday there's going to be a time when you’re not waiting up for him, when you can be at peace despite knowing his responsibilities will always take him away for days at a time, when he's not carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders—when there's not a very real possibility that someday he may not come home to you.

So you decide that today you two will pretend, and you let your tears fall, giving him a wobbly smile. “I know.”

reblogs & comments always appreciated <3

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edenesth · 3 months

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[4:43 AM]

With a faint groan, you rubbed your eyes groggily, realising you had dozed off once more while waiting for Hongjoong to wrap up in his studio – or so he claimed hours ago.

Retrieving your phone to check the time, you sighed, "It's almost five in the morning, captain. Are you close to finishing up?"

Cursing inwardly, your boyfriend turned towards you, wearing a sheepish smile as if just realising the current time, "I'm really sorry, baby. I could have sworn it was only two o'clock just five minutes ago. Just bear with me for a moment longer; I'm saving my progress, and then we can head home."

Perched on the couch behind him, you shot a surprised glance at the generous opening of his shirt. Narrowing your eyes with a hint of suspicion, you crossed your arms over your chest, "Yah, Kim Hongjoong. Are you trying to seduce me?"

He blinked, trying to comprehend what you were referring to until he followed your gaze and looked down at his attire. Only then did he grasp the extent of the undone buttons. After a moment, a smirk played on his lips, his heart swelling with affection as he relished the adorably sleepy expression on your face while you pouted at him.

"Perhaps I am. It looks like I struggle with buttoning my shirt properly. Would you mind doing it for me?" He teased, powering off his PC and moving over to sit beside you. His hands instinctively found yours as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Or... would you prefer to undo them all for me instead?"

His suggestive words elicited a gasp from you, and you playfully slapped his chest, "Are you serious? We're in your workplace!"

Grinning, he held your hand against his chest, "So, does that mean if we were at home right now, you would have welcomed this idea wholeheartedly, hm?"

"Y-you—"

Before you could utter anything further, he was already intoxicated by the comforting fragrance of your perfume, leaning in to capture your lips and silence you.

Your eyes widened at his sudden boldness, considering he had always been reserved about public displays of affection, especially at his workplace where colleagues could walk in at any moment. You figured that sleep deprivation must be getting to him, daring him to take such a risk. After a few unsuccessful attempts to push him away, you surrendered, closing your eyes and kissing him back, melting into his embrace.

Maybe you should have trusted your instincts and stopped things before they reached a point of no return.

The next thing you knew, the door to his studio creaked open, and the voice of his producer, Eden, sounded, "Hongjoong-ah, you're still here? Go home already. Your poor girlfriend must be exhausted waiting—"

He stood still at the entrance as both of you jumped apart, "W-well, it looks like she's not too tired, but that's all the more reason to go home, right? Please don't taint the studio."

You buried your face in your hands as your boyfriend's cheeks flushed deep red. He nodded vigorously, "Y-yes, hyung! We're leaving now!"

After Eden left, you shot him a glare, and he scoffed, pulling you onto your feet and into his waiting arms, "Don't give me that look as if you didn't kiss me back just as eagerly."

Your heart raced at his following words, "Come on, let's hurry home. We should probably finish what we started."

"You need sleep, Joong."

"Not until I have you first, baby."

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I know I said I was gonna start working on my thesis but GOOD LORD, I could not get producer Joong out of my mind. Also, thank you so much for 1.2k followers, holy crap!

Hope y'all enjoyed this random timestamp lmao as always, thanks for reading and lmk your thoughts! <3

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swiftispunk · 9 months

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your summer dream | joel miller x f!reader

day four–sand

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pairing: joel miller x fem!reader rating: 18+ minors dni word count: 9.3k series summary: fresh on the heels of the worst breakup of your life, you find an unexpected kindred spirit (and maybe a little more) in family friend joel miller, who's agreed to tag along for seven days to a tropical resort with you and your parents. series warnings etc: [NO OUTBREAK] we'll call him dad's buddy!joel, fairly soft!joel, age difference (28/50), alcohol, food, sexual tension, smut like whoa smut (will specify with each chapter), fluff, anxiety, mentions of infidelity, mentions of divorce, jet skis????, secret relationship. chapter summary: with much left unsaid from the night before, you and joel have no choice but to spend the day apart. when joel returns, you find it's harder than ever to hold back from one another. chapter warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), showering together, like extremely mild soft dom!joel, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, darlin', honey, baby, 'good girl', babygirl), cum eating, little bit of insecure!joel, filthy mouth joel miller, big dick joel miller, underwater dry humping (wet humping?), feelings, food, alcohol, joel goes golfing but for real. no use of y/n.

A/N: it begins! so, just a heads up, this friday i am embarking on my own little vacation and am not sure yet how much i'll be writing while i'm away. there might be a bit of a longer wait time for day five, but i hope this chapter is enough to sustain you all til then. love, han.

followers suggestions in this chapter: ocean swimming, showering together, hotel bed cuddling, so much boob touching and skin kissing

Early morning sunlight coats your room as you awake with a start from an admittedly light sleep. You'd been restless all night again.

Jesus, have you had a decent night's sleep since you got here?

You're in the same position you'd fallen asleep in, curled in a tight ball on your side, heart rate picking up the second you see your vibrator on the nightstand and the memory of the night before floods your mind.

Fuck. What the fuck.

It's not long after that the knock comes, a light tap, tap, tap against the adjoining door, still ajar from the night before. You sit up to see thick fingers curling around the edge.

You jolt out of bed, throwing on the white hotel robe as you pad towards the door. You hesitantly pull it open the rest of the way, coming face-to-face with a sleepy-eyed Joel. Well, sort of. You're facing him, but his eyes are cast downward, fixed sheepishly on the hotel carpeting. He's already clad in plaid shorts and a light grey golf shirt, the sandals he's been wearing the last few days replaced with sneakers.

For once, he's not smiling.

"Hi," you greet him, voice weak with lack of sleep and shaky with nerves. Fuck. You panic, suddenly fearful that this is it, that he'll finally tell you to back off, that last night had been too far.

Fifty, your dad's friend, you recall–maybe Joel's finally remembered too.

You brace for impact but, instead, when he speaks, his voice is soft, reassuringly warm…if a little sad.

"Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs, finally looking up from under his lashes to meet your gaze. "I–you know I can't hang out today."

"Oh." The gloominess in his tone melts into yours as poorly-concealed disappointment washes over you.

"Hey, I–" He reaches between your bodies to take your hands in his, your heart stuttering violently at the sudden contact. "I want to. But I gotta go golfin' with your old man."

Shit. Right. You'd almost forgotten. Then that means–

"Fuck," you hiss. "And I have to get lunch with my mom."

Joel smiles sympathetically, squeezing your hands tighter, enveloping them fully in this massive grasp as he holds them to his chest, drawing your body in closer to his.

"Don't you listen to a word she said," he says fiercely. "You don't owe him–"

Knock, knock, knock.

"Good to go, Miller?" your dad's voice calls from the hallway outside and your attention is pulled from one another as you both turn to face the source of the sound, your heart pounding in your chest. Goddamnit. Here you are, interlocked with Joel Miller while your dad waits on the other side of a thin, hotel door. You attempt to free your hands from Joel's but he latches on to them firmly, refusing to let you go.

"Be right out," Joel barks before he's facing you again, bringing your conjoined hands up to his mouth. To your shock and wonder, he places a soft kiss against your knuckles, swift and fleeting.

"We'll talk later," he whispers as he finally releases you.

You can only nod, dumbstruck and breathless as Joel grabs his sunglasses off the nightstand, silently gesturing to you to close the door and get back in your room as he prepares to greet your father.

He must see the pained look on your face at that, because he's mouthing, "Later," one more time and shooting you a final devastating smile. It's that solemn vow that has you nodding again, ducking back through the adjoining door and closing it behind you.

You crumple against it, waiting for your heart to slow and your breathing to level out, the distant sounds of your father and Joel chatting in the hallway reverberating through the walls.

Later, you repeat to yourself. Whatever that brings.

You'd almost been excited to share lunch with your mom two days ago, genuinely looking forward to catching up with her. Now, you're positively dreading it.

You dally through your morning, burning all over again when you put on the bikini Joel had bought you, stupidly wishing he was there to see it. Instead, you get a swim in by yourself before the clear sky begins to fill up with ominous-looking clouds. There's tension in the air; a storm is coming. You laze your way back to your room to throw a cover-up on over the damp swimsuit, heading back out to meet your mom at the resort restaurant you'd agreed to have lunch at.

She pulls you into an embrace the minute you find her, an embrace which you, somewhat reluctantly, return.

"Hi, honey," she greets you, tone dripping with remorse before pulling back to hold you by the shoulders. "I'm so sorry about last night at dinner. I talked to your father about it and you know what? You're right. It wasn't fair to ask you to forgive Chris. I know you can make your own decisions and I know what he did was wrong. I love you and I don't want anything to ruin our time here…I miss you so much and I-I–"

She's starting to get worked up, her voice raising several octaves as her eyes start to glassy with tears. Jesus.

"Alright, it's okay, mom," you assure her. It's easier to just let her off the hook anyway–plus, she obviously feels bad. "I forgive you, okay? Let's just not talk about him anymore. Please."

Your final request is firm but you say it with a smile, desperate to ease the tension and just let the negative shit go. Truthfully, Chris and your mother are the absolute last people on your mind, your thoughts utterly clouded by the sound of Joel's voice last night and whatever awaits you when he returns today.

"Not a word," she promises you. We'll see.

The lunch bar's patio overlooks the main outdoor area of the resort, pathways of pavement and palm trees mapping the crowded grounds. The beach is barely visible from here, blocked from view by plant life and milling vacationers.

You keep going in and out of focus while you eat, sipping absently on a cocktail you've already forgotten the name of. Your gaze is constantly drawn towards the pebbled path you know leads to the resort's golf course, as if the more you stare, the faster Joel will come back.

You chat, letting your mom in on your job and your life and your roommates and your cat, while she updates you on the state of her impending retirement and all your father's antics. It's not nearly as bad as you'd thought it would be, most of the bitterness over last night's exchange fading as you finish eating and order a second drink.

Your meandering attention is swiftly recaptured when she makes an off-hand remark over dessert.

"I think it's really nice you've spending so much time with Joel."

You instantly stiffen. She sounds innocent enough (it's not like she would actually suspect anything is going on between the two of you) but it makes you nervous nonetheless, your next words coming slowly, carefully.

"Oh, yeah," you shrug. "He's nice."

It's one way to put it.

"Your father was so insistent that he joined us. I know he's going through a hard time, I just couldn't say no. I'm sorry if it's been awkward for you at all."

You smile tightly. It's been a lot of things with Joel, but "awkward" isn't exactly one of them.

"Nope," you shake your head. "Been fine. Like I said, he's, uh, nice."

God, can your brain conjure up any other word to describe the man? It's like you're too afraid that if you say anything else you'll reveal too much. Fucking hell, you're losing it.

Luckily, your mother doesn't seem to be paying much attention. She's already on her third drink, strawberry daiquiri sloshing around in a plastic cup as she talks avidly with her hands.

"I just think it's sweet of you to hang out with him," she comments with a heartfelt tilt of her head. "I always thought he was so quiet, kind of hard to talk to. Polite, of course, but…reserved."

You have to look down at the table to hide your frown. That's hardly how he seems to you. Sure, he'd been a bit distant at first, but you'd begun to see his true colours in no time. There's a softness to Joel, you've come to learn, a sweetness. He's caring and kind, confident beneath that thin layer of uncertainty; you could hear it plain as day in his commanding voice last night. You've been aching all day to hear it again.

"I don't really see him that way," you say simply, hoping your defensive tone doesn't betray you too much.

Again, you're thankful your mother doesn't press you any further or seem particularly absorbed with your answer. She starts rambling on about your dad's other friends–the ones who come over for poker on Sundays–and how they compare with Joel, while you fixate once again on that pathway to the golf course.

Then finally–finally–you see him.

You sit up straighter in your seat, watching your father and Joel emerge from the canopy of palms that line the pathway. He's still clad in his golf attire, a sheen of sweat along his forehead visible from across the resort, his salt-and-pepper curls slicked back out of his face. He's saying something to your father and then suddenly he's pointing in you and your mother's direction. Your father follows the line Joel makes with his finger before patting him on the shoulder and making his way towards you.

You're still looking at Joel, whose brown eyes find yours the second your father's back is turned. He raises one hand in a silent wave, then nods his head towards the beach–an unmistakable invitation.

You gasp quietly, nodding infinitesimally in return. Your father is nearly at your table now and Joel is ducking off towards the ocean.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

"Afternoon, ladies," your dad greets the two of you, leaning over the patio bannister, smiling down at you warmly. He's always chipper after a round of golf, you remember that all too well from your childhood.

"Hi, hon," your mother replies, angling her neck up for a quick kiss, which your father sweetly grants her. "How did Joel do this time?"

"I kicked his ass, what else is new?" your father laughs. "He wanted to hit the beach before this storm hits but I need a shower. How was your lunch?"

"Great," you chime in abruptly, rising from the table. You think you've waited long enough. "Thanks, mom. Think I'm gonna go for a walk now."

"Okay, sweetie," she says easily, seemingly none the wiser. You're still cautious as you flit away, making sure your mom and dad are engrossed deeply in conversation so they don't see you heading in the same direction Joel had gone just moments ago.

The minute you hit the sand, you scan the beach for him, finally locating his broad form on the outskirts of the crowd, not far from where you'd sat beneath a palm tree the day before.

Joel's already waded into the blue water, his golf shirt abandoned on the shore, his wide back to you as gentle waves lap at his waistline. You swallow, suddenly anxious as you strip off your cover-up and add it to the heap with his shirt, taking a deep breath before following in after him.

"Joel," you call out to him as you approach, ankles splashing against the salty sea. It's warm, you notice offhandedly, the shallow water naturally heated from the sun's hot rays constantly beating down on it. Even today, when the sky is dotted with the most clouds you've seen since you got here, the air is still thick and humid. You feel the warmth on your skin too but the burn there seems to come from another form of heat altogether.

Joel twists around and smiles, beckoning you closer with a nod of his head before he's diving headfirst into the water, emerging a moment later, deeper out now. You take another steadying breath and copy him, swimming just below the surface of the water till you pop up by his side.

The water is still shallow enough that you could stand if you wanted to, but decide it feels better to relax your knees and float, lazily drifting closer to Joel as he extends a hand to you below the clear water. You look back over your shoulder to the shore; you've strayed far enough out that the figures lining it are almost imperceptible from here. The waves are higher today, the sea brewing with life under the overcast sky.

Concealed. Safe.

Joel's tender smile is the last assurance you need to take his hand in yours and let him pull your weightless body into his so your back is against his chest, loosely floating over his lap while his strong arms wrap around your middle, the two of you facing outwards into the never ending ocean.

"S'this alright?" he breathes.

"Mhmm." More than alright, you think.

"Missed you today," he hums, his lips right at your ear and it takes everything in you just to remember how to breathe. You grip his arms around you, gliding your fingers over his skin, so soft and smooth in the warm wet of the sea.

"Me too," you say softly, almost unconsciously tilting your head back to lay it against his shoulder. His lips trail downwards along your exposed neck, raising goosebumps over your skin in spite of how stiflingly hot it feels in the sun-warmed water, below the tropical air, in Joel's solid embrace.

"Are you okay?" he asks. "Wasn't too bad with your mom, was it?"

"I'm fine," you say and, right now, you think it's true. "She said she was sorry."

"Hmm."

It's a disapproving sound, one you imagine is more for your mother than your forgiving her. He lets it go.

It's silent for a moment as you let yourself just be held by Joel. It doesn't feel uncomfortable or strange, nothing like the way you think it should feel. It feels like everything else with him; soothing, familiar, solid.

"Do you wanna talk about last night?"

You know he's not talking about your mother anymore.

His voice is low, almost distant as he plants an open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder. Your eyes flutter closed and you feel the way it makes Joel smile against your skin.

"No," you admit. What's there to talk about? Probably a lot, you suppose, but you don't want to think about it right now.

Thinking about it feels too dangerous. Thinking about it might break the spell.

And that's the very last thing you want.

"Is that okay?" you press.

"Fine with me, sweetheart," he murmurs. "You should know I liked it, though. And I wanna give you so much more if you'll have me."

"I want more, Joel."

Joel chuckles as a particularly stirring wave passes over you, his arms tightening around you to hold you in place while your bodies sway in its low ripple. The motion rocks you into him and you gasp when, for the first time, you feel his cock under you, noticeably hard beneath his shorts, colliding with your ass with each swell of the ocean's waves.

"Feel what you do to me?" Joel whispers into the hollow of your ear and for a moment, you feel your brain go blank as a full-body shiver passes over you.

Your bodies seem to move in tandem with the water's ebbs and flows then, your hips moving against him while his grind up into you in return. It's trancelike, your head fanned out on his broad shoulder, his arms banded around your middle, the tips of his fingers brushing the underside of your breasts where they poke out from the skimpy bikini he'd bought you.

You snake an arm behind you, clutching at the curls at the back of his head, the strands slick and wet under your fingernails. Joel sighs at the contact and his lips find your jaw, one of his big hands moving to cup your face, tilting it towards his. Your eyes fly open to find him staring at your lips, his own parted and expectant, so close you can feel his breath on your face.

His cock prods against you, insistent and encouraging as his eyelids slip shut and he leans in closer until–

Splash.

"Sorry, sorry!"

It takes you a second to realize what's just happened, and several more to realize where you are. A volleyball's hit the water just inches from where you and Joel are standing, the sudden interruption causing you to jump out of his arms with a gasp.

It hits you then, as you turn away from the open ocean and turn to face the shoreline, how close you've drifted back into the crowds, the water far more shallow and the presence of other beachgoers far more apparent. A man, about the same age as your father, is approaching you to retrieve the ball, while his wife or his girlfriend or his whatever-the-fuck waits several feet away, apology in her eyes directed at you and Joel.

"Sorry," the man repeats, snatching up the ball and shooting you both a contrite little wave before wading back to where the woman waits.

God-fucking-damnit.

It's like a slap to the face, the way it pulls you right out of the moment. The intoxicating trance from before is replaced by sudden panic; how long had you been this close to other people? The couple that had interrupted you hadn't been your parents, but they could have been. You'd nearly just kissed Joel in front of the entire goddamn resort.

"Fuck," you curse quietly as your eyes search the beach, stepping further away from Joel, making sure your parents definitely aren't anywhere to be seen. As far as you can tell, you're in the clear. It still feels way too risky.

"Hey, m'sorry–" Joel starts, reaching out to you again below the water, but this time you pull your hand back before he can take it.

"I don't think we can do this here, Joel," you say, wishing it wasn't true, hating the way it makes his face crumble just the slightest bit. You know it shouldn't matter; you're an adult, fully capable of making your own decisions. You want Joel, and you're not ashamed of it. But some inner child in you fears how your father would react to finding you engulfed in his buddy's arms–let alone what your mother would say. "I'll see you at dinner, okay?"

"Right," he grumbles, nodding at the sea.

You follow his eye line into the translucent water, seeing clearly now what you'd only felt before. The hard line of Joel's cock is clearly visible against the plaid fabric of his golf shorts. Fuck.

"Later," you promise him, echoing his voice from this morning as his eyes find yours again. "Later, Joel, okay?"

He licks his lips and nods again, more confidently this time, as you hurriedly rush out of the water towards the white sand.

Dinner is torture. The overcast sky has given way to a full-blown tropical storm, dense air teeming with life as hot rain drenches the resort outside the buffet, thunder cracking intermittently over the distant sea.

You can barely sit still, clad in the same dress you'd worn the night before, burning with giddy arousal every time you feel Joel's eyes look you up and down. And he does it a lot.

No one mentions Chris today, thank god, the conversation mostly centering around your father and Joel's day at the golf course and your dad's various grievances about the "uneven" slopes of the greens.

In spite of the way he keeps staring at you, Joel seems almost cautious beside you, careful not to touch you after your overreaction on the beach earlier, perhaps. The air feels thick between you, like you're still wading in the ocean together, the memory of his cock grinding up into your ass still so fresh in your mind that it's almost impossible not to think about it, especially with the way his legs are splayed wide over his chair, his bare knee nearly brushing yours beneath the table.

Every time you cross and uncross your legs, you catch his hand twitch in his lap, like he's thinking about reaching out to touch you again. Fuck, you wish he would.

"Have you been having a nice time, Joel?" your mother asks him as you eat. You glance down at your nearly empty glass (just soda tonight, something tells you to keep your wits about you), but you watch him from the corner of your eye, noting the way his jaw flexes before he smiles.

"Been real nice so far, ma'am," he tells her, eyes crinkling warmly. "Better'n I could've hoped for."

You smirk at the table, biting your lip to keep from beaming from ear to ear.

"Not bad for your first vacation in forty years, huh, Miller?" your dad grins, toasting his beer bottle in Joel's direction.

"No, sir." Joel toasts him back with a crystal glass of bourbon, his first of the night from what you've seen. His plump bottom lip makes contact with the rim of the glass and you have to force yourself to look away before you begin to wonder how it feel between your teeth.

God, he looks so good. He's donning a patterned linen shirt again, this time over dark navy shorts that reveal his tanned knees and smooth thighs. Those sweet, Southern manners are on full display in the way he talks to your parents and you find it so ridiculously hot for some reason. Perhaps because it's coming from the same man you know is capable of uttering pure filth. You've heard it more than once now, and you want so fucking badly to hear it again.

You need to let him know.

When your plates have been cleaned and the conversation begins to lull, you discreetly pull your chair in closer to the table, angling your body just the slightest bit more in Joel's direction. Your parents, focused on each other, don't seem to notice. Good.

At the same time that you take a sip of soda, you reach out below the table and curl your fingers around his inner thigh, just above his knee. You don't look at him, but you hear his breath hitch, note the way he tenses and clears his throat around a sip of his drink.

It stays there while you finish your drinks, blatant electricity vibrating powerfully between the two of you. You're shocked no one else seems to be able to see it.

"...isn't that right, Joel?" your mother is saying but you can't even remember what it is they're talking about.

Apparently, neither can Joel.

"What's'at?" He shakes his head and sits up a little straighter. His voice sounds hoarse, distant even. You bite your lip and inch your hand higher, relishing the sharp inhale it elicits, which Joel quickly masks with a well-timed cough.

"Tommy's baby is due in September?" your mom repeats.

"Oh, yeah, s'right," Joel nods just as your fingers dip below the hem of his shorts.

Soft. His skin is so soft. You wouldn't have guessed it.

"Hopefully that's the only thing that kid has in common with you, eh, Miller?" your dad teases. Joel laughs at the gentle ribbing but the sound is cut off when you press your fingers into the flesh if his thigh, hard enough to leave indents, hard enough to say, let's get out of here, please.

"Oh!" your mother exclaims suddenly, looking straight passed you and Joel. "Bill and Frank are over there, I'm gonna go say hi."

She hurriedly rises from the table and darts across the buffet, leaving you and Joel alone with your father.

Much to your dismay, he doesn't follow after her, just chuckles and sits back in his chair, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. He scrolls away absently, his attention quickly absorbed with emails or Facebook or his most recent favourite, Reddit.

The second your father's eyes are focused on the screen, Joel's hand is flying under the table, his fingers coiling around your wrist tightly. For the first time, you lock eyes with one another and the sight reflected back at you has your pulse pounding your ears. Joel's gaze is dark, hungry as his eyes flit from your face to your hand to your lips. You twiddle your fingers under his grasp, but the grip he has on your wrist is strong; he won't let you move.

"You two want to come to the silent disco after this?"

Your dad's voice cuts through the tension, though he's still looking at his phone. You, meanwhile, are still staring at Joel's lips when you answer your dad's question.

"I think…I'm just gonna go lie down actually," you say, sounding far more spacy than you intend. "Tired–I got a lot of sun today."

It's a piss-poor excuse and a terrible lie but your oblivious father doesn't seem to catch it.

"Think I might just do the same," Joel adds, his fingers constricting tighter around your wrist before letting you go, sending your body into overdrive as your heart threatens to pound right out of your chest.

Fuck. Something is going to happen tonight, you can just feel it.

Your father apparently hasn't noticed a thing.

"Well, if you're sure," he shrugs, glancing up from his phone. "We'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure, dad," you mutter without really thinking much about it, finally releasing Joel's leg to stand back from the table. Your father extends an arm out to you for a hug as Joel rises from his seat, and you catch the way he adjusts himself when he stands, confirming what you'd already assumed–Joel is just as turned on as you.

"Night, kiddo. Night, Miller." His eyes are on his phone again.

Jesus, it's almost too easy.

You follow Joel out of the dining area and into the rainy twilight. You hurriedly make your way through the downpour in charged silence, the ache between your legs so fierce it almost hurts to walk. You don't touch, which feels strange after touching him for so long at dinner, for that contact to be broken.

Your breathing shallows when you make your way through the hotel lobby, your clothes soaked through and your skin damp with rain. Even in the elevator, up to the ninth floor, you don't speak; though you can feel his eyes on you, sizing you up in your slinky dress, clinging wetly to your frame. You inch closer to him, close enough your fingers brush against the elevator railing.

Kiss me kiss me kiss me, you silently plead with him when your pinky dances over his.

His Adam's apple bobs and he exhales raggedly, averting his eyes to the ceiling like he's praying to the gods to save him. You hope they don't listen.

The elevator dings then, the doors flying open as you jump apart, momentarily dazed before you lead the way out into the hallway. Despite the interruption, the moment hardly feels like it's passed–if anything, it grows more heated with each step closer you take to your neighbouring rooms, dripping rainwater onto the patterned carpet.

You're not sure who initiates it or how exactly it happens.

One minute you're standing in front of your doors, staring at each other's mouths, and the next, Joel's lips are crashing into yours and he's pinning you against the wallpaper.

He kisses you forcefully, sloppy and heady and wet from the rainwater coating your cheeks. His hands tangle in your damp hair and roam down the expanse of your back while yours clutch at the fabric of his shirt, yanking him into you with all the force you can summon. Your tongue flicks along the seam of his lips and he grants you entrance easily, a strangled moan getting caught in your throat when your tongue collides with his. He tastes like whiskey and sea salt.

His body weight leans into yours, almost overwhelmingly close, so close you can feel every inch of his broad form against you. You cant your hips into his and the burgeoning bulge in his shorts is so painfully evident it nearly drives you sick with need.

When he finally detaches his mouth from yours, his lips are puffy and his cheeks are pink and holy fuck you need him right fucking now.

"Do you wanna come inside?" Joel breathes, his lips still hovering over yours, hot breath fanning out over your cheeks.

"Mhmm." It sounds like a whine. "Yeah."

His lips twitch into a small smile and then he's pulling himself off you altogether, digging frantically into his pocket for his key card and unlocking his door, holding it open for you to step in ahead of him.

Time seems to slow down then, as you walk into his space, his suite layout identical to yours only flipped. His curtains are open, giving you a clear view of the turbulent ocean, whitecaps mapping the blue as heavy rain slopes down his balcony doors. The headboard of his bed sits against the adjoining wall, and you think it makes sense now why you could hear him so clearly the other night. His suitcase lays open on the floor at the foot of his bed, clothes and toiletries overflowing out onto the carpet. Messy, you note. It makes you grin.

Your silent appraising is interrupted by the sound of the door clicking shut and the feeling of Joel's presence suddenly taking up the space behind you.

"Christ, look at you," he whispers reverently, your entire body buzzing as he presses himself into your back, his hands slowly gliding up and down your arms. He's moving slower now too, the heated fire of your kiss in the hallway dimmed to a promising pilot light. "You're so fuckin' sexy, you know that?"

Your breath leaves you in a shaky exhale when his lips find your ear, nipping lightly at the lobe while his hands wander over your chest.

"You got any idea how bad I've wanted to get my hands on you, gorgeous? You gonna let me touch you?"

He doesn't need to ask, but you're glad he does.

"Yes–yes," you tell him, breathless from just his soft touch and his husky voice. This man is going to be the fucking death of you. You lean into him as you grab one of his wrists and guide his hand over your clothed breast. "Joel, please."

He groans at that, his hips rocking forward into you seemingly of their own volition.

"And polite, huh?" he chuckles darkly into your neck, squeezing lightly where you've placed his hand. "Shit."

You moan feebly when he squeezes your breast again, the sound seeming to encourage him to dip his hand below the hem of your neckline and palm at your bare chest below the fabric.

He pinches lightly at your nipple and in conjunction with the way he kisses your neck, all teeth and scruff and slow desperation, it's already almost too much. He's barely even touched you yet and you can feel how soaked you are.

But you're also feeling something else, something far more pressing.

"Joel, I need–" you start to say but then his one hand starts to trail lower over your stomach, distracting you pretty effectively.

"What do you need, sweetheart?"

He punctuates his question with a kiss under your ear while he hikes the skirt of your dress up over your hips, his fingers finding the bare flesh there, dipping between your legs to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

"Just ask nice, baby, I'll give you whatever you need."

Fuck.

He grinds his hips into you again, his clothed cock poking into your back and making your head spin. You fight for your life to stay focused.

"Joel–I need–" you try again, embarrassingly out of breath as his fingers toy with the edge of your underwear. Focus focus focus.

"A shower," you finally choke out.

That stops him. He chuckles, loosening his grip around you so you can turn to face him.

"Sand is in places it shouldn't be," you confess facetiously. A natural consequence of swimming in the ocean. Not really something you want to be dealing with right now.

Joel grins, his brown eyes alight.

"You don't gotta ask nice for that," he says, placing two palms on either side of your face and caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs. He ducks forward to place one quick, chaste kiss to your lips and then he's pulling away, nodding towards the bathroom. "C'mon."

"T-together?" you stammer.

"No?"

You shake your head; you hadn't been protesting, if anything you'd been hopeful. Your head just feels so foggy at the moment your fucking voice isn't coming out right. You can't remember the last time a man had left you this flustered. "No–I–yeah."

Joel smirks, already making his way to the bathroom, leaving you frozen in the middle of his room, calling back to you as he does.

"Y'can put your swimsuit on f'you're nervous," you hear him say as he flicks the bathroom light on. "But you should know I've been dyin' to see what you got under there. That little dress you've been wearin' don't leave much to the imagination."

Sure, it's the dress, you think. Not that skimpy-ass bikini he'd bought you.

"M'not nervous," you mutter, but it's mostly to yourself, as the sound of running water from the bathroom drowns out your voice.

You take a deep breath and follow after him.

The shower is already steaming up his bathroom, which, again, is identical to yours; a massive tub accompanied by a large, glass-walled, stand-up shower. You notice that the shower head is also like yours, the water falling like rain over the dark porcelain. More distractingly though, you notice Joel, standing naked with his back to you, thick muscles on full display, one strong arm outstretched under the stream, testing the waters.

"Fuck," you hear yourself whisper before you can stop it. Joel hears it too; he rounds on you in an instant and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of his naked front, greying hairs on his chest descending into a patchy happy trail, all leading to his cock, semi-hard between his luscious thighs and fuck–

He's big. You'd already begun to suspect as much but now there's no question.

You're fucking gawking and Joel just grins.

"Not too late to back out, sweetheart."

Yeah, right.

"No…Joel," you whisper, inching closer to him, your eyes raking over every perfect detail of his body. "Fuck–you are…so hot."

Fifty? There's no fucking way.

Joel laughs, the sweet sound echoing like wind chimes off the porcelain.

"That's you," he contends, extending a hand out to you. Not for the first time today. You grip it like a life preserver.

He tugs you gently into him, his smile fading as he takes in your face and body, his eyes glazing over with something else entirely. There's no fear as his fingers slip under the thin straps of your dress, grazing lightly over your shoulders as he slides them down your arms, exposing your bare chest beneath when the fabric falls to your ankles.

His breath stutters and so does yours as he traces a line back up your arms, across your collarbone and down your sternum. His touch is precise and slow, and his eyes never leave your skin.

Then he caves.

"Fuck me," he groans when his hands at last cup your breasts, kneading them under his warm palms, pebbling your nipples with ease. "So damn pretty, baby."

He dives forward to kiss your neck, his hands wandering down the curve of your back while yours tangle in his curls, sighing at the way it makes him shiver.

"Jesus…" Joel breathes distantly against your shoulder as his hands find your ass and squeeze. "This is bad, huh?"

"Terrible," you agree but your own lips are mapping the tan skin of his shoulders, wetness growing at your core when you feel his cock stiffening against your thigh.

"Can't stop, though…" His fingers hook under the waistline of your panties, slipping them over your hips till they join your dress on the tiled floor.

"Don't want you to."

Joel chuckles darkly, detaching himself from you with a final kiss below your ear.

"You sure?"

You grip the sides of his face with certainty. "Yes."

A million fucking times yes.

His responding grin is downright devilish. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

You nod, stepping out of the heap of clothes at your ankles to let him lead you into the shower.

Your bodies are quick to meld back together under the cascading stream of hot water, Joel's arms snaking their way around you again. Everything feels brand new and dizzying, that trancelike state from earlier seeming to overtake you as your hands wander over the expanse of his chest and up his neck. You drag your fingernails through his hair, pushing back his greying curls and drinking in his features. You think he looks so handsome like that; you've thought so since that first day by the pool. His eyes slip closed at your touch and his dick twitches against your thigh and it makes you feel fucking powerful.

You need him so bad it hurts.

"Joel…" you say, voice laced with adoration.

"Hmmm?"

"Can I suck your dick?"

His eyes fly open, seemingly stunned into silence by your rather forward offer. His eyes scan your face, not unlike the way they had that night at the bar, like he's assessing you for signs of duplicity.

You know he won't find any.

"Or do I have to ask nicely?" you press him alluringly, splaying your hands out on his chest.

It seems to strike a nerve. The uncertainty in his eyes is replaced by something else, something far more commanding, blackness taking up warm brown as he pulls you in tighter, gaze fixed on your parted lips.

"Fuck–yeah," he growls and the edge his voice takes on makes him sound like a totally different Joel. You don't hate it. "Yeah, baby, ask nice for it. Ask nicely to suck my cock."

Your heart hammers noisily in your chest as that quiet authority you'd heard through the wall becomes more apparent than ever.

"Please, Joel?" you plead, velvet soft, remembering how that word seemed to have affected him, your eyelashes batting against the pellets of water that fall over your face. "Can I suck your cock–please?"

"Jesus," he breathes, shaking his head as he seems to come back to himself a bit. "M'not gonna say no. But normally, this ain't how I do things."

"What do you mean?"

"Wanna make you feel good first," he purrs, right at your ear, as his hand reaches between your bodies to cup your pussy in his massive hand, the tips of his fingers hovering over your entrance.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Your mouth falls open and your eyebrows knit together as a choked gasp of his name catches in your throat. Joel grins.

He slips one finger into your core, sliding in to the first knuckle with ease. Your head falls back behind you, Joel's solid arm around your back keeping you upright.

"Wait."

It takes everything in you to grab his arm in both your hands and pry him off you. You want it. You want it so, so bad. But, right now, you want him more.

He's frowning when you meet his gaze.

"I'll let you make me feel good, Joel, I promise," you tell him, and it's true. You will. "But I really, really want to do this for you. You want me to say please again?"

Joel huffs out an exasperated laugh, shaking his head again in what looks like disbelief.

"Alright, one more time," he acquiesces. "Just 'cause I like hearin' it."

"Couldn't tell," you tease him lightly but then you widen your eyes in a manner you hope comes off as seductive, trailing your hands down his belly. "Please?"

"Fuck. Yeah. Yeah," he nods, releasing you to let you step back from under the showerhead. "Go on, sweetheart."

You dutifully fall to your knees before him. His cock, now rock hard, stands right at your eye line and you're once again taken by the fucking size of him. You experimentally take him in your hand, marveling at the way your fingers barely wrap around his girth.

"Hold on," he stops you. You peer up at him, your gazes locking as his hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb tracing a line along your bottom lip and tugging at it lightly, coaxing your mouth open wider for him.

"Fuckin' gorgeous," he remarks with an awed smile.

"That's you," you assert and it's so, so true. He's never looked more beautiful to you than he does right now, water running down his arms, soft thighs spread apart, that perfect belly protruding just above his impressive cock.

Joel Miller really is a sight to behold.

His lips twitch and he chuckles, low and deep in his chest. His hand moves to grip the side of your head, encouraging you forward till your lips make contact with the tip of his cock in a delicate kiss.

"Shit," he sighs.

You dart your tongue out and taste salt, lapping gingerly at the precum that's collected at his slit and relishing the way it makes Joel throw his head back and groan raggedly.

You like this part, if you're being honest, always considered yourself pretty good at giving head, at watching men come apart from just your mouth.

And you're dying to watch Joel Miller come apart. But you've also never had a dick as big as Joel Miller's in your mouth before.

It's a stretch to take him deeper, your jaw straining as you attempt to swallow more of him down, spluttering when, all too soon, his tip hits the back of your throat. You hastily pull off, embarrassed.

"Damnit."

"A lot to take, huh?" Joel says, clearly well-aware of his size, glancing down at you sympathetically.

"So big, Joel…"

"S'okay, sweetheart, take your time," he encourages you. "Think you can take all of it?"

You nod resolutely. "Wanna try."

"Yeah, you do," Joel smirks, pulling you in closer again. "Slowly, now. Can you look at me, gorgeous?"

You do as he says, focusing your eyes on his as you open wider, ducking forward to take him back in your mouth. This time, you're ready for it; you relax your throat, slackening your jaw as much as you can, sinking down on him until your nose makes contact with the hairs at the base of his cock.

"There you go," Joel praises you. "Good girl."

Oh, fuck.

The words go straight to your cunt and you moan around him, eyes fluttering closed as you start to move on him in earnest, emboldened by the sweet sound of his praise.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Joel observes.

You nod, eyes flashing open to meet his again, your mouth still so, so full of his cock.

"Mmm, answer me, darlin'," Joel presses you, his hand tightening in your hair.

"Yes," you mumble, a muffled sound around him.

"Yes what?"

You gasp for air when you back off him, your voice coming out more wrecked than you expect when you tell him,

"I like it, Joel." You really, really do.

"Shit…and a good listener, too," Joel marvels, grin still plastered to his face as he shakes his head. "Good fuckin' girl."

You're moaning as your lips close around his length again, one of your hands gripping him at the base as you focus the efforts of your tongue around his smooth, rounded tip. You can feel all of him like this, the the heavy weight of his dick, the strong veins that line the underside, the coarse hairs that collide with your fingers at the base. He's fucking delicious.

"Fuck me," Joel groans when you begin to bob on him faster. "Oh–fuck, you're good at that."

Now you moan, intoxicated by that fucking praise again, tongue gliding along the base of his cock as you move on him, up and down.

"So good, baby, makin' me feel so goddamn good."

You whimper around him, an almost pathetic sound, but you can't contain it. No man's ever been so complimentary towards you during a fucking blowjob, certainly not your ex. The most Chris had ever afforded you was a few timid grunts and, if you were lucky, a warning when he was about to come. The sounds Joel's making, meanwhile, are generous and lewd, praising you constantly as you work your mouth over his cock.

You're on your knees for Joel and it feels more like he's worshiping you.

"S'what you like to hear, huh?" he grunts, observant as ever. "What a good girl you are?"

"Mhmm." You love it. You really hadn't known that till now.

"You're fuckin' perfect," Joel rambles wildly, his voice coming out cracked as you increase your pace. You hollow your cheeks and daringly take him deep again, your lips nudging against your fingers clutching tightly at his base while the tip of his cock pokes at your throat.

"Christ, honey–gonna come in that pretty mouth f'you don't stop."

Good, you want that. You pull off him with a pop, inhaling a lungful of steamy air as you stroke his length with the hand you still have around him.

"Please…" you repeat, eliciting a throaty groan from Joel.

"Fuck–c'mere."

He sounds urgent now, and he feels it too, the way he tugs you back by your hair almost rough as he looms over you, shooing your hand away and pumping himself hard and fast.

"Stick your tongue out," he orders you gruffly and you obey without hesitation, displaying your tongue for him and watching his hand move with intent over his cock in short, deliberate strokes.

"Can you show me those eyes, sweetheart?" His voice comes out suppliant, desperate; how could you ever deny him when he sounds like that?

You cast your eyes upward yet again, meeting his rapturous gaze, catching the moment his contorted features slacken as ropes of come paint your tongue and cheeks. His laboured moan is loud and shameless as his free hand claws at the wet walls of the shower for stability. His body jerks above you, the muscles in his belly visibly tightening before they eventually release.

You remain perfectly still while he catches his breath, slowly coming back to himself as the motions of his fist come to a stop. His hand is on your jaw then, holding your mouth open and angling your face up.

"Stay right there a sec, let me see ya."

Easy enough. The corners of your lips twitch (as much as possible with your mouth still open wide for him) at the way Joel stares down at you in amazement.

"You make a pretty fuckin' picture, babygirl," he says and you'd fucking beam if you were able right now.

"You wanna swallow it?" he implores, cocking his eyebrows.

You nod. Joel grins.

"Go on."

You keep your eyes on him as you curl your tongue back into your mouth, closing your lips and swallowing down his bitter, salty come. Joel gapes at the sight, cursing to himself quietly when you run your fingers over your cheek to retrieve the rest of his spend, closing your lips around your digits and sucking them clean.

Maybe it's a little performative. But it's worth it just to watch his reaction.

"You taste good," you tell him truthfully.

Joel laughs, breathless and a little incredulous. "Jesus, you're a dirty little thing, aren't ya?"

"Uh-huh," you smirk, letting him help you back to your feet. His lips are on yours in an instant, licking into your mouth under the stream of the showerhead. It catches you by surprise.

"You really wanna kiss me right now?" you ask bemusedly, breaking away once he's effectively stolen your breath, but his lips chase after you.

"Why wouldn't I?" he implores, crushing his mouth into yours again, his tongue swiping between your lips greedily.

"I just had your come in my mouth," you giggle against his lips.

Joel leans back far enough for you to see him frown. "You think I give a shit about that?"

You shrug shyly. You can think of one particular person who used to absolutely give a shit about that.

Joel tuts disapprovingly, like he can read your mind. When he kisses you again, it's softer, his big hands clutching at your face again to hold you in place while his tongue explores yours without any trace of inhibition.

"What can I do for you, darlin'?" he asks after what seems like hours. Your body feels like Jell-O after kissing him for so long, your brain consumed by nothing but hot steam and JoelJoelJoel.

"I believe I was promised a shower," you find it in yourself to tease.

Joel's face dissolves into a familiar crooked grin. "And all I did was a make a mess of you, huh?"

"I asked for it, to be fair."

"Thank god for that."

But then he does take the time to help you wash up for real, laving your skin clean with hotel soap and running his hands over every inch of you, slow and meticulous. It's quiet for a long while, a sense of peace taking hold as it always seems to with Joel. The only sounds exchanged are those of your shared giggles when water splashes in your eyes or your limbs wind up tangled under the showerhead.

The persistent buzz of arousal seems to fade after a while (not because it isn't intimate and sexy and perfect, because it fucking is), but because three nights worth of shitty sleep are slowly catching up with you, exacerbated by the stuffy heat of the shower and Joel's lulling, patient touch.

When your fingers are pruney and your eyelids are drooping, Joel finally cuts the water. He kisses the top of your head before he steps out of the shower to wrap a towel around his waist, handing you your own from the superfluous stack left by the hotel cleaning staff.

"I'll give you a minute," he offers. "S'an extra robe hangin' on the door f'you want it."

You smile, granting him a quiet, "Thanks," and then he's ducking out of the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You assess your face in the misty mirror as you dry yourself off. Your lips look a little swollen and your eyes are burning wild above the bags that are developing beneath them. You notice the beating of your heart has slowed perceptibly.

You take a deep breath. Now what? You've crossed the threshold and then some with Joel but that tinge of uncertainty still hasn't left you. Maybe it's because of the uncomfortable realization pricking at the corner of your mind that it feels more than physical, this attraction to Joel. Acknowledging that seems more dangerous than anything you've felt so far.

You put it out of your mind and decide to play it by ear for now. Enjoy this time with Joel for what it is. Whatever it is.

You wrap his spare robe around your body and brush out your wet hair with your fingers, emerging from the bathroom to find Joel laid out on his bed, clad up in his own robe and grinning at you contentedly.

"You want somethin' from the minibar?" he asks.

"Any Blue Lagoons in there?" You're only half-kidding.

Joel's smile swells. "If only. Y'wanna order room service?"

You smirk at him fondly but ultimately shake your head. One drink and you might just pass right out. You feel like you might just do that anyway.

"Hey, I'm also...I'm more'n happy to return the favour," he cocks his chin towards the shower, as if to remind you exactly what is he's offering you. "F'you want."

"I bet you are," you snicker but then you sigh. You can hardly believe it, considering how turned on you'd felt just an hour ago, how turned on you've been since yesterday, but you genuinely don't think you can keep your eyes open much longer. "To be honest, Joel, I really am exhausted."

"S'alright," he assures you, though you catch the way his face falls, just the tiniest bit. "Would love to get my mouth on you, but that's your call, sweetheart."

You swallow tightly. Joel just keeps surprising you. You can't remember the last time a man ever claimed to look forward to eating you out.

"How 'bout tomorrow?" you suggest.

His smile is back in an instant. "Whenever you want it, darlin'."

He looks so inviting laid out on his white duvet, his back propped up against the headboard. His robe just barely reveals that heavenly patch of chest hair, the space beside him calling out to you like a lighthouse to a lost ship.

Are you really supposed to just go back to your own room now?

"Um…hey, Joel, you can say no…" you mutter, inexplicably nervous all of a sudden. "But…could I sleep here? With you? Just–just sleep, that's all."

You just really don't want to be apart from him. Not yet.

He looks taken aback for a moment, his brows furrowing as his head cocks to the side. You genuinely think for a second that he might turn you down but–

"'Course," he nods. "Was kinda hopin' you would. C'mon."

You burn with warmth, padding towards his bed and slipping under the duvet beside him. You curl into a ball at his side and when you glance up at him, you find he's staring out his window to the storm still raging outside. Silence befalls you again as the faraway sounds of roaring thunder and howling wind echo around his suite. You can't stop looking at him.

"Can I cuddle you, Joel?" you ask eventually. Joel turns to smile down at you, extending a hand across his body for you to take hold of.

"You don't gotta ask, baby," he murmurs. "I got you, c'mere."

He tugs you into his chest, draping your arm over his plush tummy. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the woodsy scent of him, masked but still very much there beneath the clean smell of soap. The steady rise and fall of his ribs beneath you is persuasively soothing and before long, your breaths begin to match his as your eyes slip shut.

"Can I ask you somethin'?" Joel suddenly asks in a hushed murmur, cutting through the fog of sleep threatening to consume you. He still sounds wide awake.

"Hm?"

Joel sighs.

"I know you got some kinda beef with your mom right now over that piece of shit ex-boyfriend of yours…maybe your old man, too, I don't know…"

You blink up at him, frowning as you work to understand where he's going with this. He takes a deep breath.

"Are you doin' all this with me to…get back at them or somethin'? It's okay f'you are. I just need to know."

His voice is level, but there's an undercurrent of concern lurking beneath them, the control he'd shown you in the shower melting away to reveal...insecurity? You shake your head.

"It's not like that, Joel," you assure him, infusing your sleepy voice with as much conviction as you can muster. "I promise."

You mean it. You don't know what it is like, but you know it's not like that.

"Alright," he nods.

He sort of half-smiles before he's wrapping an arm securely around your waist and hugging you closer into his side. You hook one of your legs over his and sigh when you feel his lips brush your hair.

You're too tired to turn the question around on him, to ask his reasons for doing this with you. Maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.

"Goodnight, Joel. Thank you for letting me stay."

"G'night, sweetheart."

You drift away in the safety of Joel's embrace, descending into the deepest, most comfortable sleep you've had since your vacation began.

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chososluv · 5 months

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𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫

Plug!Choso being a good boyfriend and taking care of you drunk

choso art: @omagatokii

✎₊˚⊹♡ summary: coming home drunk and horny to plug!choso. i got drunk and got in my feels !

🏷 tags/warnings: fem!reader, black!reader, mating press, squirting, creaming, petnames: (ma,mamas) , choso being the best boyfriend, uh something small for the wait on plug!toji and plug!choso 3, sortve proofread this was spur of the moment lol word count: 1.7k

You should blame your friends really.

You told yourself prior to going out it would only be for a few hours. You would have a couple drinks, catch up, gossip, plan to meet up again soon and then leave. You would head back home and snuggle up to your boyfriend and probably call it in for the night. You told Choso this while you got ready and he listened diligently as he was laying casually sprawled out on the bed, looking at the dress you had on. The dress you picked out silhouetting your curves sensually and Choso tried to listen fully but was so distracted by your ass. However he finally snapped out of it shaking his head, as he realized what you had proclaimed.

"A couple drinks and out my ass you gonna do a lot more than that," he stares at the heels you picked out, "feet finna be hurtin too, mama." He also says, remembering from past experiences and you looked at him over your shoulder, frowning. He shrugged and went back to his phone.

"Why must you doubt me?"

"I don't doubt you," he sucked his teeth, "I know just your ass there's a difference." All you do is pout at his words, knowing he was right but the heels completed the outfit so well. Again, another reason you would be in and out with this social outting.

And to no one's surprise, you ended up not in fact "in and out" and had shots, losing count after five, multiple drinks, and your 10:30 return turned into 2am uber vs lyft ordering session between your friends seeing which one had the cheapest rate. You pulled out your phone lockscreen lighting up and you see Choso. You bite your lip, remembering that your boyfriend was at home, hair down, with grey sweats on and you got excited.

"I need yall lyft or uber to hurry up because I got a man to get home to!" And that was all you needed to say because your friends stopped bickering and settled on a rate.

you arrive home, body fuzzy and otherworldly feeling as you made it through the door of your shared apartment. You manage to catch yourself after stumbling through, ankles and heels throbbing at the pain caused by your heels. You giggle to yourself, remembering Choso was right about these damn heels hurting your feet but you really didn't plan to be out that long. It really was your friends's fault! They were nice enough to send you in the first round of ubers after you dropped hints you were ready to go home and climb your man. That ache you had been suffering with between your legs.

That ache that started hours ago the moment you had your first taste of liquor.

You walk through the bedroom door, seeing a small light illuminated by a phone and you immediately settle on Choso's face. He looks at you. sleepy grin stretching across his lips and the ache on your feet seemed to vanished. You squealed, startling him briefly but then he saw that glazed over look in your eyes and just knew you were gone. You ran over, hopping on the bed and jumping on top of Choso. He grunts at your sudden attack but he doesn't mind, he's tossing his phone to the side to give your drunk ass his full attention.

"have fun?" He asks.

"I missed you so much. Baby, I'm so horny but my feel hurt but I'm so horny." You start spilling your immediate thoughts and he's laughing. He sits up, balancing you in his lap and brings a warm arm around your waist. You mewl, bringing your hands to his biceps but his hands reach for your ankles. He's ready to do his duties of the sober boyfriend before he even lays a hand on you sexually.

"One thing at a time," he's chuckling, "let me take these shoes off for you mama and we can go from there."

"Choso, keep sucking on me." You're pleading, his soft lips wrapped around your clit and he's licking the sensitive nub. He looks up at you from between your legs, seeing your eyes roll back as you drunkenly whimpered for more. He's happy to spoil you all night and to be honest he looked forward to this side of you when you told him you were going out. You promised him you’d only have a couple drinks but when he checked the instagram stories and saw shots were involved he knew you would stumbling in here drink. When the “imy” texts started rolling through he knew that liquor was heading straight between your legs.

You didn’t remember, but you sent him a text 45 minutes prior to arriving home saying he better be prepared for you to “dance on that dick.” You would wake up tomorrow feeling a little embarrassed but would find it funnier than anything.

"Let me see those eyes." Choso says, tongue flicking and knocking you speechless. You whimper, knuckles clenching and fisting his hair. He would moan when you tugged on it a certain way, not thinking you would notice -you did.-

"Chosoo..." You're whining when he licks his finger quickly before sinking into your hole. You take him instantly, sucking him gently and physically asking him to stretch you more. A mewl leaves your mouth, hips stirring as if they searched for another finger.

"Greedy fucking pussy its that alcohol huh?" He teases, sinking a second, then third finger inside with no warning and you whimper. You throw your head back, spine curving and you lose grip of his strands. He chuckles as he continues to curve his fingers deep and earning yelps and moans from you.

"Its the fucking Crown shots," you sigh, "I need that dick now, please Cho." You beg, his fingers not enough and you wanted to feel him deep in your lower stomach. He can't even try to tease you because he's been waiting to fuck you since you put that dress on.

"Don't worry ma, Ima give it to you. Now hold them pretty legs up for me."

To say being folded into a mating press by Choso was satisfying was more than an understatement. You only let out huffs and grunts each time he dug himself back inside you. Your juices spurting out when he nudged his tip just right. You were howling, ankles on his strong shoulders.

"Fuck you feel me in yo stomach, baby?" He grunts in your ear, listening to the way you whine loudly and struggle to keep up each time his large cock left and came back into your little cunt. One of his favorite things about you was just how small you felt against him. He fits you in his massive arms and cradles you to help coax you through getting your cunt assaulted by his cock.

"Cho, want you to fuck a baby in me." You're absolutely out of it, gone and its the first time something like that has ever came out of your mouth. Choso has to hold off from cumming right there, he moans, balls twitching at the thought of you being his baby mama but he reminds himself of your state. You were nowhere near sober and he was damn sure not gonna to try be selfish.

"We'll talk about it when you're sober, ma," You only coo when he kisses your cheek, "right now I want you to focus on cumming on me."

He continues pounding deep in you, balls slapping against the curve of your ass with a lewd and sticky sound. The substances courtesy of your cunt that just continues to leak and ooze with arousal and cream. It's dripping obscenely, decorating your lower bodies and the sheets below. You still cannot form words. Helpless cries and moans left your lips each time he came back bullying his way through your walls. Strangled grunts and gasps for air when his tip kissed the lower parts of you kept Choso wanting to bring his hips down harder. He does, earning a squeak from you and a gush of liquid. He can only groan at his thighs being wet but continues to look at your helpless face. Screwed up and twisted as pleasure consumed your brain and the only thing was him and his cock.

"Cho-So!" You cry out, borderline wailing as you felt that knot in your stomach about to unwind.

"You close baby?" You nod, tears coming out your eyes as the pleasure was becoming too much for you to fathom. Choso only continued, thrusting faster and you choked out before letting out a ear-piercing wail.

"Cho!" You're screaming, legs spasming against his shoulders and your orgasm wails were enough to send him over the ledge. Your cunt squeezed tight around him and it took everything in him to pull out. He finishes, cumming on your stomach and letting out desparate grunts.

"Fuck, ma this pussy will be the death of me." Choso chuckles and you only giggle softly, sliding your legs down off his shoulders. Orgasm knocked the last bit of strength you had in you and now you were exhausted between the post sex haze and the alcohol comedown. You felt your eyes fluttering shut. Choso saw, shaking his head before grabbing wipes you two kept in the nightstand.

"You better not go to sleep you still gotta take your makeup off." Choso shook you after he started cleaning you off. You open your eyes, huffing at him from waking you up.

"Why you gotta be a good boyfriend." You pout, knowing he was only looking after your drunk ass.

"Because I love your goofy ass now get up all you gotta do is get to the sink I'll wash it off for you."

Choso stays true to his word and washes your makeup off. Boyfriend of the year should go to him because not only does he wash your makeup off, but he manages to get you in a quick shower and brush your teeth before you started trying to sleep again. He was just securing the bonnet on your head before you fought your eyes from shutting again. He could only laugh, putting your ass to bed, throwing the cover over you and within moments you were out. Choso took care of himself and came back to hearing you snore. When he slid into bed it was like you were waiting for him because you instantly cuddled up to him, seeking his warmth. He could only throw an arm around you, embracing you with his love and body heat.

He would only do this for his favorite girl.

You.

#likeeeee sorry i swooned a bit at the end there hes so dreamy i need him badly #𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄: 🍓𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 #𝐑𝐈𝐕.𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 #plug!choso #jujutsu kaisen smut #choso kamo x black reader #jjk x black header #jjk smut #choso kamo #kamo choso smut #kamo choso #jujutsu kaisen #choso smut

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lost-and-ephemeral · 28 days

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helloooo, can i req cuddling with love and deepspace boys? :))

Imagine: Loving Embrace (ft. main trio)

Pairing: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader (seperate)

Tags: pure fluff

A/N: i'm still feeling pretty bad mentally because too many things happened and i'm no longer taking antidepressants, but this little cute request was hard to resist ♡ I decided to focus on different situations instead of writing simple hcs for cuddles

-`♡´- MASTERLIST -`♡´-

Rafayel: Cuddles for Inspiration

"Come here, I can't find my inspiration without you."

At least that's what Rafayel always says when he can't find the right balance between painting and wanting to spend time with you. So why not combine both!

Yes, he's covered in paint and, yes, its smell completely soaked his clothes, but you never say no to him. How could anyone resist his cute pouty face when he's asking for something like this?

The moment Rafayel pulls you by the waist and sits you on his lap, be prepared to spend a very, very long time like this. Especially if he's really inspired by your closeness.

And he just can't let go of his muse in the middle of the creative process, right?

Rafayel holds you firmly but gently by your waist while his chin rests on your shoulder. His eyes are either closed as he thinks about something or focused on the canvas.

Sometimes his fingers draw invisible abstract shapes on your waist. He does it instinctively, without thinking. Or he plays with your own fingers while he draws details with his other hand.

"See? Without you, this painting wouldn't be complete."

Zayne: Cuddles for Productivity

"I need some cuddles to promote the production of oxytocin."

Zayne… Always remains Zayne, covering up his own desire to be closer to you with various medical terms and researches. It is cute in it's own way, actually.

He loves it when you hold him in your arms and he can completely relax for a while, resting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. He'll definetely call it a way to check your heath too.

Zayne loves to cuddle before or after work most of the time, but he won't refuse to be there for you during his break at work.

He needs to find the energy to keep working, after all.

He probably prefers to keep quiet during yor cuddling session, but if you want to tell him something, go ahead, Zayne won't say a word against it.

In fact, he even enjoys hearing your stories. Just make sure they don't contain things about your work that might alarm him. Otherwise, he might go back into strict doctor mode. But it's still only because of his love and care for you.

"Have you heard that hugs or any other show of affection can have health benefits, including reducing fear, stress, and pain? So it is good for both of us."

Xavier: Cuddles for Sleep

"My internal battery is completely drained."

And with these words Xavier will make himself comfortable in your arms while you're lying on the couch or bed and scrolling on social media.

And that's not even a joke, he's actually completely exhausted after spending the last couple days on missions without proper rest. You know Xavier, he either works non-stop or goes into hibernation after that. It'll take some time to change his habits.

In this state, he's more like a big plush toy, and you can do whatever you want with him. But the best idea is to play with his hair. This action always relaxes him.

After all, only in your hands he can find such a desired comfort.

Xavier will tell you about how his last mission went while you cuddle. Well, he will try to do it before sleep finally consumes him. And you'll be able to hear perfectly how his voice grows quieter and quieter with each word.

He's so cute when he's sleepy, isn't he? You can even tell him that to get a quiet chuckle in return. Xavier doesn't mind your little teasing.

"It's so warm in your arms, I swear I… I can't stay awake anymore…"

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Skz/ Dom!Bang Chan x Sub!afab reader - Explicit Sexual Content, MDNI!

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Word Count: 5,257

Tags: Dom/Sub dynamics, penatrative sex, degradation, unprotected sex, teasing, overstimulation, breath play (mild), oral sex ( f & m receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (reader), breeding??, creampie, established relationship, after care.

(Sorry if I missed any tags)

Notes: This is my first ever Skz AU, and I'm nervous but excited to share. Please be nice! Also, i posted this from my phone, so I'm sorry if the formatting is odd or anything. I'm kinda new to posting on here.

This is a work of fiction and is not meant to reflect or portray any of the members in real life!

I do not own the picture attached, credit to the owner. (Found on pinterest)

You woke up in a panic as your eyes searched for the glowing numbers on your alarm clock. As your vision became less blurry, you realized that it was still Sunday and you didn't sleep in and nearly miss work. Thank goodness. You've been trying to get rest whenever you could as of late. Your job was draining you beyond belief, and you had very little things that could help you relax, especially since Chan was always busy with work. You laid still for a while, staring up at the ceiling and pondering the possibilities… What could you do? How could you relax?

Without coming to a full thought you decide to pull yourself out of bed. Your naked feet felt cold against the hardwood and Goosebumps covered your naked legs. Chan always kept the air conditioner at 63 degrees and if you ever changed it he'd lose his mind. You pulled your feet lazily across the floor and let out a big yawn and stretch, stumbling a bit as you became lightheaded. Once you were steady you continued on your mindless journey to Chan's studio. The door was closed as always and you could hear a beat blaring from the speakers. Chan didn't like to be interrupted while he was mixing and told you to only knock if it were an emergency. You stood at the door mulling over your thoughts trying to think of the exact reason that you were going to knock on the door but nothing came to mind.

Fuck it.

You lifted your hand to knock but swiftly stopped once you heard the music on the other side stop. You took a step back with furrowed brows as you figured he was probably editing a section of the track. To your surprise the door swung open and your fiance towered over you as he took in the sight before him. You stood there clad in one of his t- shirts and pink lace panties as you stared up at him.

"I had a feeling you were out here. What're you doing? Eavesdropping? " a grin pulled at the corners of his mouth as he took a step forward to lace his strong arm around your waist and pull you into him.

"I wanted to see you but I heard you mixing so I just kinda… stood here. " Your sleepy brain spilled the truth immediately since you didn't feel the need to hide from him.

"You're always welcome into the studio, love." Your arms snaked around his waist as you hugged him sinking into his toned torso. " Well, I know I told you I don't like being interrupted but still, I always want to see my baby."

"I just woke up and I just… I don't know what to do with myself. It's only six o'clock and I'm just bored." With a sigh you loosen your grip around his waist.

"Hm, how about this, I'll finish mixing this song and then we can do something. Maybe order some take out? Play a board game? Whatever you'd like." Your big eyes glance up to him looking down at you with a sweet smile.

"How long until you're done?"

"Uh, give me thirty minutes, okay?" With another long sigh you let go of your fiancé completely.

"Okay." With a mumbled 'thank you' leaving his lips he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before letting you go and watching you as you slowly stalked back into your shared bedroom. You figure that you'll just spend the next thirty minutes scrolling through your phone looking at TikTok or something while you wait for Chan to finish up. That was until you accidentally pressed the Tumblr app on your phone and your old Stay account lit up your screen.

You had forgotten about your account, ever since the world blessed you with actually meeting, dating and now being engaged to your bias you didn't see any use for it. Of course you were still a fan but you see the boys as your ordinary friends now instead of world famous idols. Even with this logic fresh in your mind your finger began to scroll and you ended up getting lost in what used to be your world.

It's been two hours and Chan is still mixing. Usually this would bother you but you were too immersed in your virtual world to care. You were going back into your likes and reading all of the disgustingly sexy fan fictions that you liked three years ago. Some about Felix and Hyunjin but most of them about your fiancé.

You sat straight up when you came across the one. That one fan fiction that you used to go back to every time you needed that sweet release. Everytime you wanted to pretend that your fingers were Chan's, long before you knew what it actually felt like. Your excited fingers quickly pressed 'Keep Reading' as your eyes scanned the screen and arousal pools at your core. You read for what felt like hours but was probably only fifteen minutes. God did you love this fic. It was your dream till this day to get fucked like that by Chan. Rough and unrelenting. Forceful and Primal. You knew he was capable of doing it but only if you asked and God knows that you were way too shy to do that. In your day dreamy haze you decided to send the fan fiction to yourself so that you could have easy access to it instead of scrolling all the way down your likes every time you wanted to read it. You hit share and then sent it to yourself on messenger. It took a matter of seconds to pass and for you to come out of your daydream to realize that you were thinking of Chan so much that you sent it to him. Your heart dropped into your ass and you swear that your brown skin turned bright red with embarrassment. What do you do? How do you come back from this?

You weren't thinking straight, I mean how could you? You just sent your fiance a smutty fanfiction about him. You weren't thinking, you couldn't, you felt dizzy with the pressure that was building up in your head. You thought that maybe you could stop him from seeing it. You opened messenger and tried to unsend it but it only gave you the option to unsend for yourself. It was then when your worst nightmare came true. Chan's small profile picture on the side dropped down to the message indicating that he had seen it. Your heart stopped or at least you think it did. What were you supposed to tell him? Yes, he knew you were a fan when he got with you but you felt like exposing him to your fangirl world would make him look at you like just that, a fan.

You decided to wait. You weren't even worried about being bored anymore because your imagination had been keeping you very very entertained not to mention on edge. You kept wondering if Chan read the fanfiction or if he just looked at it and laughed before starting to work again. Did he love you any less for sending him fan made work? Or maybe he loves you less for even looking at it. Either way you were pretty sure that you were doomed.

"Alright, I know that, that was way more than thirty minutes and I'm so fucking sorry about that. I just wanted the track to be perfect." You jump at the sound of Chan's voice as he makes his way over to you on the bed and sits down pulling your legs into his lap. "We could still order take out, you must be starving."

He smiles over at you and you know that you must look like a deer caught in headlights with how big your eyes are, yet he says nothing. His smile is unwavering and you can't fathom why. Didn't he see what you sent him? Isn't he disgusted?

"So…? Thai or maybe Italian? We haven't had that in awhile." Chan pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through uber eats mindlessly. "Chicken?"

You decide to take a deep breath and try to compose yourself. If he doesn't say anything about it than fuck it neither will you. Forcing a smile onto your face you try to scoot closer to him and get comfortable. He swiftly welcomes you into his arms and pulls you into his lap so that you can browse together.

"Chicken sounds good but now you got me wanting Italian." You add with a playful forced smile.

"Italian it is, mama." You freeze for a second staring over at your fiancé as he picks an Italian restaurant to order from. He never calls you that, why would he call you that? Are you overreacting? Maybe he just wanted to try something new.

"Do you want your usual?" He asks looking up at you and catching your confused gaze. "Are you alright? "

"Yeah… I'm, uh, fine." No. You were not fine. That was a big fat lie. You were confused but mostly turned on by the new term of endearment. You slowly pressed your thighs together as you heard it echo through your head. The fan fics you read earlier weren't helping either, you were already hot and bothered as it is then he goes and calls you that?

"So, your usual?" You nod your head yes and continue to let your mind race.

"Alright, it'll be here in 25 minutes. Do you wanna watch a movie or something while we wait?" You shrug mindlessly, staring past Chan's face. "Hey, are you alright? You seem off, baby."

Straightening up and looking down at him you smile and try your best to get out of your head, and that nearly works before Chan puts his hand on the back of your neck rubbing his finger along the soft sensitive skin on the side of your neck. "I'm okay" you choke out as the feeling of his big hand on your neck sends chills down your spine.

"Alright, well I'm here if you want to talk, mama." There he goes again. You press your thighs together quickly before getting up off of his lap.

"Let's watch TV, yeah?" Chan smiles over at you as he quickly and nonchalantly scans your entire body taking in your bare legs and lace covered core.

"Sounds good, baby."

The food came and went quickly since the two of you were hungrier than you realized. You watched various random television shows and finished the end of a movie that Chan swears used to be his favorite. The two of you decided to pack it in maybe fifteen minutes ago. You've already showered and changed into a more comfortable cotton pair of red panties and another one of your fiance's shirts. You slid into bed and stared up at the ceiling as you waited on Chan to finish up his shower. You had pretty much forgotten about today's fuck up since he hadn't brought it up to you. It also helped to distract yourself with TV and food but there was still a lingering feeling deep in your chest. Something was off, you just didn't know what. You had noticed that he was extra attentive while the two of you spent time together. He made continuous eye contact that you couldn't seem to keep up with and his hand kept finding its way to the back of your neck. Not to mention that damned name he kept calling you.

The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. You sat up to ask Chan how his shower was but instantly went dry at the mouth when you took in the sight in front of you. His dark hair was wet, some strands sticking to his forehead. He was shirtless with nothing but Grey sweatpants on and bare feet.

Holy fuck

You couldn't help but to stare, how could you do anything else with a man like that in front of you. The three years that you've spent together should have prepared you to see him like this. Hell, you've seen all of this man and probably know him better than he knows himself but there was something about the way that he looked right now that just threw you off. It almost felt familiar to you, you just couldn't put a finger on it.

"Do you work tomorrow, baby?" He asked as he looked over at you from under the towel he was using to dry his hair.

"Uh, yeah I do." You could barely get that sentence out as your eyes locked with his. There was a particular gleam in his eye that you didn't quite recognize but you knew he was up to something.

"Hm, I better make this quick then. It would be irresponsible of me to keep you up all night." He throws the towel he was using over to the hamper and starts to slowly stalk over to the bed. "Don't you think so, mama?"

Your brain went to mush instantly as you took in his dark tone and even darker eyes. It was at this moment that you were sure he read it. Everything clicked for you now. The name, the touches, even his outfit, it all came from that one fanfiction.

He crawled onto the bed and over to you slowly like a lion hunting its prey. In an instant he was on top of you. Looking down at you with his burning brown eyes. You couldn't help but to look away and over to the side but that was no use. You felt as his hand slowly snaked up your body and his thumb and pointer finger rested on your chin turning your head to face him.

"What is it? Is my little kitty shy?" You pushed your thighs together involuntarily. "It's just me baby, don't worry, I'm going to take such good care of you. "

"Chan I-" He lifted his finger to stop you from talking.

"What's my name baby?" His tone was dark and demanding as he stared down at you. Dropping down to his forearm next to your head he moved in to whisper into your ear. "I want you to call me by my name when I ruin you."

You were breathless and paralyzed. You racked your brain for the right answer even though you knew exactly what it was. You've called him by his name before so why should this be any different? Why was this so different?

"Chris - Christopher." A dark chuckle left his lips as he lifted himself up to look into your eyes again.

"That's my girl." Turning your head to the side with one finger he wasted no time littering kisses and love bites all over the exposed skin milking small moans from your lips as you desperately pressed your thighs together. "So you want me to break you, huh? "

You freeze as you realize that he's reciting lines from the very fanfiction that you accidentally sent him.

"You want me to fuck you senseless, mama?" He lightly bites at your collarbone before licking up your neck and planting a kiss behind your ear.

"I can do that." His right hand snakes down your body, his nails digging in lightly as he makes his way to your clothed heat. "Oh, baby"

He harshly but slowly rubs on your clothed core taking in the wetness seeping through your panties.

"You're fucking soaked." His eyes burn into yours as he rubs you over your underwear. You try your best to maintain eye contact but you can't help but to let your eyelids flutter shut every time he caresses your clit. "Eyes on me, mama"

You force your eyes open and look up at Chris as he rubs tight circles around your clit using your arousal as lube against your panties. "Let me hear you."

It wasn't until then that you realized that you had been holding your breath. With a shaky sigh you let out a moan and then you just can't stop. The moans just kept falling from your lips and the sound only encouraged Chris to do more. Before you know it he's moved your panties to the side and is tracing lines up and down your slick cunt. He barely touches your clit as he tries to build you up as high as he can. The higher he can get you the harder the crash will be.

"You want to see what you do to me, Jagi?" You frantically nod in response earning a smile from Chris. He pulls his hand away from your core painfully slowly and sits up on his knees straddling you. In one swift motion he dips his sweatpants down and lets his thick cock free from its restraint. You've seen it a million times but right now it feels new. "Look at how hard you've got Daddy's dick."

A moan fell from your lips at the sound of his filthy words. He was always good at dirty talk but this was different. He was playing out a written fantasy right now and your pussy just couldn't take it.

"Chris, please." He looked down at you with furrowed brows as you begged.

"Please what, mama?" He asked as he began pumping his length slowly, teasingly.

"Fuck" you moaned at the sound and the sight in front of you. "Fuck me, please." A chuckle fell from his lips as he watched you squirm under him.

"You're so needy, baby." You groaned at him in frustration. Was he really going to tease you? He was already basically acting out a fanfiction right in front of you. Did he have to add the teasing? You rolled your eyes at him instinctively. You found yourself doing that a lot and usually he thought it was cute but today was different. You watched as his free hand dipped down and grabbed your face and he stared down at you silently for what felt like hours but were merely seconds.

"Did you just roll your fucking eyes at me?" He got off of you while keeping a firm grip on your face. "Someone needs to be put in their place.

Without another word he roughly guided you over to his exposed length and tapped the head of his cock on your red lips. "Open your mouth and suck this dick."

You were taken aback to say the least. Chan was the type of guy who was more of a soft dom and didn't demand you to do much, especially not in such a dark domineering tone. You couldn't stop yourself even if you tried. It's like a button was pressed and your mouth was open, your tongue out and ready to taste your fiancé. He smiled down at you and slowly slid his cock into your mouth filling you up to the hilt. His head fell back in euphoria and he hissed a curse into the air.

You bobbed your head slowly at first trying to get him used to the sensation of your mouth around him but clearly he had other plans.

"Come on, you can do better than that." Both of his hands found their way into your curly hair and gripped the root making sure to not pull too hard. He began guiding you and moving your head faster and faster each time you came up from the hilt. It wasn't long before you began to gag around him with every stroke, your eyes watering from the choking.

"Fuck, Mamas, that mouth is filthy." You looked up at him with your big watering eyes as he looked down at you with his dark ones. You wanted to make him feel good but right now his rough nature was making you weak for him. Could it be possible that you feel better than he does right now? Having your mouth be used for his pleasure could be the very thing that drives you over the edge.

He continued to guide your head up and down his shaft until he suddenly stopped. Pushing your head down to swallow him completely. He forced you to stay in place temporarily, cutting off your air supply and making you gag and choke around him.

"Be good, slut, take it." Your eyes began to water, tears flowing down your cheeks. He pulled you up off of him, completely freeing his cock from your mouth. You gasped as he watched you intently paying attention to your body language.

"What's your color?" You had almost forgotten about the Stoplight system that Chris put in place as safe words for you. You were too focused on your pleasure and his to remember much else.

"Green" He smiles down at you before taking one hand out of your hair and grabbing the back of your neck.

"Good" He sinks his cock back into your throat as he holds you down once again cutting off your air supply " You're such a good hole"

His moans and growls are what keep you going as you gag around him. He pulls you off once again before pushing you back onto the bed. You gasp at the sudden change as he grabs your ankles and pulls your ass to the edge of the bed. Wrapping your legs around him he leans down to finally kiss your wet lips. The kiss was passionate and rough like it was meant to mark you. This was the kiss of a man who wanted you to know who you belong to. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip asking for access that you gladly granted. His tongue explored your mouth. He tasted of sweet spearmint and the smell of his pheromones filled your nostrils. You hadn't even realized that you began grinding your clothed core on his exposed cock until he bit your lip with a hiss warning you to stop, but you couldn't. You needed him, you were desperate to feel him. If anything his warning only made you grind harder and faster against him. The feeling of his cockhead grinding against your clit was euphoric and you only wanted more as time went on.

"Naughty little toy." Chris growled as he broke the kiss. "If it's my dick that you want then that's what you're gonna get."

Grabbing the back of your thighs Chris swiftly picked you up and turned you both around so that you were against the wall. Your legs tightened around him as you squealed. You've done this position once or twice but it's been so long.

"I'm going to make you fall apart on my cock, mama." He buried himself into the crook of your neck being much rougher this time. He bites at the skin leaving marks that you're sure you'll have to cover up in the morning. He growled into your ear making you moan as you tried your best to grind against him. The both of you were growing impatient but you knew you couldn't move until Chris did.

Finally, he moves your panties to the side and teases your entrance with his cock. "Please, Chris, I need you so badly baby. Ruin me, please." A groan leaves his lips as he looks into your pleading eyes.

"You sound so pathetic, baby. You want to be fucked?" He slips his cock into you faster than he usually does but slow enough to allow you to adjust. "Here you go, kitty."

You cry out instantly moaning his name like your life depended on it. He bounced you on his cock picking up the pace with every stroke. He growled curse words in your ear every time you took him all the way, your walls tightening at the sensation.

"Shit, baby, you're so tight around me." Your head fell back against the wall in pure bliss. "Tell me you like it, let me hear you."

"You feel so fucking good Chris. You fuck me so good." Your praise only made him pick up the pace, turning your moans into gaspy screams.

"Fuck, oh my god, Chris… yes, please, yes. " Words mindlessly fell from your mouth as he pounded into you. Sweat dripping from his forehead as he fucked you senseless just as he promised.

"That's it, take it baby." His cock was hitting just the right spot and he stretched you out perfectly. The fact that this position felt so new to you didn't help to contain the arousal brimming over and spilling from your pussy. You felt a knot in your stomach and your toes started to burn as you got closer and closer to your release. That's when he said the magic words.

"Don't you dare fucking cum." The words came out as a breathy growl. It wasn't a demand this time, it was a threat. You whined as you tried your best to contain your growing orgasm but it just kept creeping up on you.

"Please, let me cum, Please Daddy I'm so close." He groaned at you calling him daddy, something he loved but would never admit to anyone else.

"Don't you dare." He growled again, making you whine. You tried, you really did but you just couldn't contain it. Your pussy clenched around him sucking him in like a vacuum and that's when he knew. " Y/N, don't you fucking cum"

That's all he had to say to throw you over the edge. The way he said your name with that darkness lingering on his tongue sent a shock straight to your clit. You couldn't stop it, you tried so hard but you couldn't stop. Your legs shook around him as your orgasm came crashing down. He didn't stop fucking you he only picked up the pace once he realized that you had cum. His thrusts were shorter and harder, he was punishing you.

"Oh, you've done it now." He fucked into you like he hadn't had sex in years. He'd gone feral for you and all you could do was cry out as your sensitive cunt got abused by his cock. To add fuel to the fire he snaked one of his hands in between the two of you to rub your sensitive clit as he pounded into you throwing you into an overstimulation spiral.

"Chris I- I can't take it." Tears welled up in your eyes as he made you feel so painfully good. It was so much but somehow you found yourself wanting more.

"Find a way to." Was all he said as he continued to abuse your aching cunt. "You should've listened."

His strokes were getting sloppier and his moans were getting louder as he felt you clench around him desperately. The knot in your core building up again.

"I'm going to fill you up so good." He moaned into your ear as his orgasm creeped up his spine. "Fuck, yes, I'm cumming baby. "

Just like that you felt Chan's warm sticky cum coat your walls. The same walls that were now sore and desperate for release again.

"Yes, thank you, daddy. Thank you." He fucked his cum into with a few more pumps before turning and laying you back onto the bed. You both panted, trying your best to catch your breath. You were in a daze, a happy cum drunk daze. You couldn't believe that he actually did what was in that fanfiction but God you were grateful.

"So, you want to be a disobedient whore, huh?" Your eyes shoot open as your fiancé's dark tone catches your attention. "You needed to cum, right?"

You slowly shake your head yes and a knowing smile is painted on Chan's face. "Then here." His hand pops against your pussy spanking it as his cum drips from your wet hole.

"Cum again." Chris drops to his knees teasingly slow and pulls you closer to him by your thighs.

"Chris I- .. Fuck." Before you can finish your sentence his tongue runs a hot stripe up your cunt. He groans as he tastes both you and himself in the mixture of arousal. "Oh my gosh"

He continues to lick and taste you wrapping his lips around your swollen and sensitive clit. His tongue flicks at the nub with slow and firm pressure keeping up his rhythm as he circles your clit. You turn into a hip bucking mess at the amount of pleasure you are feeling right now. It's so much but you want more. Your hands find a home in Chris' wet hair as you start to grind into his mouth. He hums his approval in response as he moves his head back and forth to give you more friction, the perfect formula. You feel your orgasm creep up your legs and it's moving faster and stronger than any one you've ever had before. Your vision goes dark and the grip you have on Chris' hair tightens as you scream for him.

"Fuck, Chris, I'm cumming." Your high washes over you like a storm. Your body shaking against his mouth as he continues to fuck you with his tongue helping you ride out your orgasm. High pitched moans leave your lips and you struggle against his tongue as it continues to taste you. Your vision starts to go white when he finally lets go of his hold over you.

"Such a greedy slut." Chris chuckles as you try your best to catch your breath.

"Are you alright? " He asks as he pulls up his sweatpants and plops down next to you pulling you into his arms. "Take it slow, in and out, baby. "

"I- I'm fine" you finally get out in a breathy reply.

"Good, you were amazing, Jagi" He pulls you into a tight hug and you turn to put your leg over his body as you finally find a comfortable breathing rhythm.

"You were better." Chris smiles down at you with knowing eyes.

"Well, you have your little fan fiction to thank for that. I would've never been that rough with you otherwise. I didn't realize that you like being bossed around so much. " A blush creeps up on your cheeks as you hide your face at the mention of the fanfiction. You had almost forgotten about it.

"I'm so embarrassed. I never meant to send you that."

"Hey, don't be embarrassed." He lifts your chin so that your eyes meet his. "I'm glad you accidentally sent it to me. I want to please you in every way that I can and if you want it a little rougher in the bedroom that's fine. I can do that for you. I'm happy to please you, Y/N"

"Did you enjoy it too?" Chris laughs with a wide smile and nods his head.

"Hell yeah I did. You felt amazing and I really liked topping you like that."

"Good" You say with a blush.

"Okay, well, it's one in the morning so we need to get some sleep but first I know you've gotta be thirsty."

"Yeah, my throat is pretty dry."

"Great, I'll get us some water before round two." With a smile Chris jumps up out of bed and jogs out of the room and down to the kitchen leaving you yelling behind him.

"What do you mean round two?!" You plop your head down on the bed and sigh with a smile. "This fan fiction has created a monster

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