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Azriel x Reader: The Bond of a Century

An old request that I decided to revamp

Request prompt: Can I request an Azriel x reader where the mating bond snaps for Azriel but not the reader? Kind of like how Feyra didn’t know Rhys was her mate till she was told.

My prompt: A bond forgotten for over a century and a half makes its way back to the forefront. All of it starts with Rhys asking for a favor.

This is a fluffy, steamy, angst-ish fic

I hope you enjoy!!!! My requests are open!!!

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This was the last thing you thought you would be doing for Rhys. Out of all the things, this-this is what he chose for you to do. Rhys had a sick twisted mind that put you in a situation you had no desire of being in or a part of. You mentally cursed at the high lord, hating him in the moment even though he was your dearest friend. Elain scoured the city for certain pots for her plants, and certain seeds for her garden. Azriel right by her side and you trailing behind them. All you wanted to do was to go back to your home near the docks. It was the first home you had when you first moved from Dawn to Velaris less than a century ago, but with some convincing Rhys and Feyre were able to get you to stay at the town house. It was only then did her sisters arrive, and at some point you were put to the task of keeping an eye on Elain with the occasional visit of Az. Honestly you wished you could train with Nesta, but Cassian was chosen for that task. You wouldn’t have minded living in the house of wind-“ I think I need to go to Day Court or maybe Spring,Oh perhaps we go to Dawn instead. They must have better pots.” Elain speaks more to Azriel than she does you. You were eyeing the various shops, and the people delighted to be around you, each grinning and waving at you. Another beautiful thing about Velaris you’d come to love. People were kind here.

Azriel smiled softly at her “ Of course, if that’s what you want” his voice was tender and sweet. You fought the urge to roll your eyes, turning your attention elsewhere. You hated being there dealing with this shit, but Rhys insisted you tag along, “It’s good for the soul. Get some fresh air” with that insane cat-like smirk. Ooo you shoot daggers into your mind, a deep chuckle echoing in the background.

“ Yes that’s what I want, thank you Az” Elain returned the gesture.

“ Alright then I’ll let Rhys and Feyre know-“ You say as you pinched a flower petal between your thumb and index finger. You looked away from it then back at them. The two watched you with curiosity, you let go of the petal. It was no simple task, an easy reminder of what you needed to do and a simple approval came from Rhys. A gentle poke in your mind causes you to shake your head.“-Let's get this over with” You take steps towards them placing your hands on their arms you effortlessly winnow the three of you to Dawn. The landing was gentle and less sickening, the three of you placed in a Market, one that you were familiar with.. Elain squealed with excitement as she rushed over to an area where she had seen fresh flowers, a few shops down could be seen a pottery shop, the two of you already trailing her.

“ Look at this beautiful bouquet! Y/N? Should we get this for the town house?” She gestures to the bouquet filled with many vibrant colors, various shapes and sizes. You were stumped, she normally doesn’t ask you these questions most of the time they were directed at Az.

“They look lovely Elain, I’m sure they’ll fit anywhere you put them..” You replied not really sure how to respond. Honestly you’ve never really thought about what flowers you liked or didn’t . It wasn’t something that was ever given to you, nor something you found and immediately fell in love with. You didn’t have anything against anyone who knew what they liked, you just-never had the experience of looking forward to your own set of plants. Even when you first attempted gardening most of your plants and flowers died, you simply didn’t have the skill or the eye for it..but that was okay, though on rare occasions it was something you wished you had..

Elain smiles awkwardly “ Well, maybe we can get it, it might brighten up the home. Make it seem more natural..comfortable” She pulls out her coins, handing it to the shopkeeper. The three of you move further heading over to the pottery shop that she explained earlier how she wanted to visit. Your eyes searched the area, checking for predators, anyone who might cause harm to the high lady’s sister, before entering the shop. You had other plans that you needed to attend to while the two looked around, it was in the midst of Elains discussion, mostly to Azriel about the various styles of pottery, that you planned to sneak off. It was only then did a voice capture your attention from behind you.

“ Y/N, I must admit I never pegged as you someone who might be interested in pottery” Thesan, high lord of Dawn, speaks out, the entire shop haunting their work to bow at his presence. He waved his hand dismissing them easily back to work. Azriel positions himself so that he stands near you with Elain behind him, she peers her head out, trying to see who it was that spoke so elegantly. A small smile graces your features at that familiar voice you knew so well as you shifted to face Thesan, who was already grinning. Azriel didn’t miss it, taking note of it.

“What if I was?” You retorted,

“ Then that would be a surprise”

“I hate to burst your bubble High Lord but I’m here on business not for pleasure” You replied, the two of you sharing a small laugh together. Azriel forced his expression into neutrality, Elains eyes sparkled with curiosity and intrigue. Thesan looks behind you for a moment, taking in the Shadowsinger and the woman next to him.

“ Ouch, that one hurt Y/N, I see you brought friends, Shadowsinger” Thesan greets civilly no hate present.

“ Thesan,” Azriel gives a simple head nod in his direction, there was no need for malice, Thesan had always been a great friend of Rhys’s and now apparently yours. Though a feeling crept inside his chest, this odd feeling takes root, Azriel does his best to shove it away, especially with Elain right next to him..

“ And you must be Elain, one of the sisters of High Lady Night.”

“ Yes I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you” Elain smiles with a blush that creeps along her cheeks. She wasn’t sure how to respond being that a high lord, whom she never met knew she existed. The surrealness of the situation becomes a reality, the more she realizes how well known her sister is, how well known both of her sisters are including herself. A delighted yet astonishing experience for her, something she wasn’t used to yet.

“ Same to you, i hope you don’t mind if I borrow Y/N for a moment or two, there’s somethings I’d like to discuss” Thesan offered but secretly it was a meeting that needed to take place. You were in fact here on business, something that Rhys specifically shared with you and no one else. Dawn used to be your home, but when you were moved to Velaris, you became the seg way for Dawn and Night. Your job was to be the emissary for both sides, keeping the courts relationship in even better shape. You missed your home dearly at times, and you missed Thesan whom you were extremely close too, and who you cared about, even with this being only for business there was some pleasure that came out of it.

“ No of course not, I’m sure she could use a break from us, right Azriel?” Elain looks up to him but his eyes were trained on you and Thesan. You were ready to join him without so much as another word, it struck a nerve in him, why? What could possibly be the topic of conversation between you two? Why do you only need to speak with him? Surely Rhys would’ve told him what this meeting was about? Why hadn’t you come to him for advice or as a second set of ears? Why was the meeting a secret?-“Azriel?”Elain calls out to him, you were looking at him suspiciously, your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes flickering across every part of his face and bodily language. Azriel adjusts himself, shielding off whatever thoughts or feelings he harbored in the moment. He blinks, his eyes drift back to Elain then back to you and Thesan “ Go ahead, we’ll be here in the shop if you need us, we leave in about two hours”

“ Alright then I will have my men escort the two of you back to my palace.” Thesan replied, You eased the questioning look off your face, you shift back towards Thesan, the two of you walking out of the shop, the conversation immediately flowed. He could see the smile on your face, and yet again the melodic sound of laughter that left your lips. The high lords' guards remained in place while Azriel and Elain both continued their shopping. However, that didn’t stop him from taking one last look out the door.

When the two hours were up, Azriel and Elain were guided securely to the Palace where he’d find you and Thesan walking along the hall. Thesan stopped in his tracks grabbing your arm, it forces you to halt in place, your body halfway facing him. His mouth moves but Azriel can’t hear what he’s saying, he lifts a hand to your face gently swiping at your cheek. He removes his hand, pulling you gently into a tight embrace. Azriel could see the way you held onto him tightly, as if you dared to let go. The two of you stayed in that position for a few moments until you both eventually pulled away. Why were you crying? Were you hurting? Were they happy tears? Did he say something to you? What was it? There were too many emotions to pinpoint, Azriel’s chest continued to tighten at the emotions he felt. You left Thesans' side offering him one last smile, but that smile fades, when you approach them.

“It’s time, are you ready?” You ask softly, your demeanor changed, a bit relaxed but a heavy weight stays on your shoulders. You roll them back, adjusting yourself. Azriel watches you with such careful eyes, you paid no mind, your thoughts elsewhere.

“ Yes-“ Elain starts but her gaze flickers back and forth between you both. For Elain it was rather odd to see the two of you interact, when she had met you, your relationship with Azriel was already thin, you were distant with him compared to everyone else. Elain assumed that your relationship had always been like that, but now she wasn’t so sure..

“ Are you alright?” Azriel asks you, his hand twitches slightly, part of him restrains himself, the other yearned to reach out for you. But you were quick to recover, offering him a reassuring smile.

“ Yeah I’m fine, let’s go.” You placed your hands on both of them, winnowing them back to the town house. There Nuala and Cerridwen greeted the three of you. Nuala took the pots out of Elains hands, Cerridwen took the flowers and placed them in another vase. Elain begins gushing about the journey to Dawn, how gorgeous it was..You sighed exhausted leaving the space quietly to head to your own room. Azriel was about to follow you when Elain called for his help in the kitchen. Azriel hesitated staring up at the staircase. Why couldn’t he just talk to you? He’s a Shadowsinger, a spymaster, and he can pry details out of anyone but you. All he can feel is your emotions-your emotions... Elain had pulled Azriel from his thoughts as she hugged a pot to herself.

“Az? Are you coming?” She says as she waits for him to follow her to the garden. Again he hesitates but he feels a stirring in his chest. Azriel lifts up a hand instinctively touching it, a sharp sensation could be felt beneath his chest. It couldn’t be? Could it? Azriel’s eyes widen, Elain takes a breath “ I’ll be outside Az when you’re ready-“ Azriel moves his feet faster than his mind could process, he was out of the town house door, his wings pushing him off the ground shooting him into the sky, he needing some time to think..

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The moons at its highest peak, your curtains flowing with gentle breeze that filtered through your bedroom. The candles and lights burnt out signaling that you were asleep, that was until you heard a creak in the floorboard, and the atmosphere changed, a darker presence filled the space. You were lying on your stomach, your hands slipping beneath the pillow as you grip the handle of the blade you’ve hidden beneath it. You felt the figure stop just before your bed frame, you could hear them bend down towards your face. As they reached for you, you swiftly reached out a free hand grabbing them, you flipped them onto the bed, rolling over pinning them down with your blade tucked against their neck in the most vulnerable area.

“ It’s only me” He whispers, the lights in the room reaching a dim hue, illuminating the area.

“ Jeez Az, I could’ve killed you” You replied tiredly, you pulled back the blade placing it on the end table. Azriel’s eyes followed your movement above him, your hips and legs straddling him, your hair in an unruly nature, from slumber. The candles hue amidst the room, caresses your face, your bare legs, your skin making it appear warm to the touch. You had worn a tunic that wasn’t yours, it hugged loosely around your body frame. The tunic looked oddly familiar to Azriel but then again he wasn’t so sure. All he wanted to do was rip whoevers tunic that belonged to, off of your body and replace it with his.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you-” He apologizes,”-I have one question I’d like to ask you” Azriel whispers, as he watches your facial expression twitch into a sleepy confusion.

“This couldn’t wait till morning?” You sighed as your hand moved to rub the sleep from your face. You remove yourself from him, you slip off the bed but not before Azriel caught your wrist. He shifts himself so that he sits up lifting himself off the bed. He towers over you, the candle's glowing light touches his features in a way that it could come off intimidating, but there was a more intimate, soft, texture that made him appear more angelic.

“ No I’m afraid not.” He admits.

You nod your head” What’s your question?”

“ How long have you known about the bond?”Azriel’s voice low, as if to test the waters but enough to plunge himself. He needed answers and after speaking with Rhys, it was his right.

“ What?” Your face dropped, your skin becoming clammy as nervousness passes through you, sleepiness evades you.

“ You heard me, answer the question” his eyes switch between both of yours, searching and evaluating. He tried to pinpoint every emotion you felt, he tried to feel you through, the only thing stopping him was- you.

“ It's not that simple-” You shook your head, pulling your wrist out of his hold. You weren’t prepared for this, you weren’t ready to unravel all that you worked so hard to ignore.

“ It is that simple” Azriel continued to pry, he didn’t need the bond to notice how uncomfortable and painful this topic was for you-it was news to him, he wanted the truth..no lies no games only the truth

“ No, it’s not. It’s complicated-“ You looked away from him moving to the other side of the room. You couldn't find the words to explain this situation, your reasoning. What if what you told him set him off? What if this ruins everything between your friendships? The alliance that has been created? So many thoughts and questions, never enough answers…but for Azriel you did have an answer to his question..

“ Complicated enough for you to leave.” It was then that feeling in your chest, it builds a thick pressure. A heavyweight on your shoulders, the air almost sucked out your lungs. “ Is that what you told Rhys when you were packing your bags?” You couldn’t breathe, Azriel’s footsteps followed you till he was right behind you. You faintly feel the pulse of his surprise and his anger, as if it was your own, but it had been so long since you’d tapped into the bond. You had spent a century ignoring it, shielding it, and now, it was muscle memory..

“ Don’t make me do this..” You whispered out, a silent plea to move on, to let this go.

“ You knew, and yet you decided not to tell me” His voice held a deep frustration, a deep want and need. He wasn’t going to give up, he had a way with finding out the truth..

“ That’s-not what happened..” You were again stumped with words, torn between giving in or lying, torn between running away or staying..

“ No? Then what happened?” He continues to look down at you, you refuse to meet his gaze. Azriel doesn’t take no for an answer moving towards the front. He stands in front of you. His smell, his faint emotions from the bond slowly consuming you. It surrounds you, his shadows dance along the edges of the room, waiting, watching, whispering.

“ Az-” You warned him, it was another weak attempt to fight him off. But he continued to poke, to pull, to pry, to grasp at anything you’d give him. You were tired, exhausted, hiding your emotions, your thoughts, your protected heart and mind bound to collapse, all secrets were meant to escape..

“ I want the truth, Y/N-”. You took a deep breath, your nerves running a mile a minute. His own anxiousness was replaced with a demanding thirst for the truth. A truth that belonged to him too. You’ve kept this wonderful secret to yourself, he watched as his own family found mates that paired well with them. Watching as their life finds the pieces to the puzzle it was missing. Deep down he wanted that very same thing. He felt as though he may not deserve it but he craved it, to be loved unconditionally… “-You owe me that much”

You sighed, your heart shattering, you gave in, you really hadn’t planned too but the look in his eyes-, “..Before Amarantha began her reign, Rhys made an offer to Thesan to let me stay in Velaris, as an emissary between the courts. It was then that I found out that we were mates… It was then that the deal was made.“

“All these years and you kept this to yourself, why?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“ Because I knew you were in love with Mor. I wasn’t going to take that from you. But I did wait for you, I waited a long time. But when it became an achingly slow desperation, I gave up. I practiced silencing the bond, so I couldn’t feel the emotions you felt when you were around other-women..romantically and lustily I mean. Then Elain came around and it was the same process. I’m exhausted, Azriel. I can’t keep doing this”

“ You didn’t bother to try! You’re running back home because you never thought to ask how I might’ve felt!” His jaw tenses, his head slightly tilted to the side, his frustration grows, at this notion of forcing the information out of you, when you should’ve let it happen, when you should’ve told him..

“ I didn’t because I wanted you to come to your own conclusion. I wanted it to be as natural as possible but you were so invested in Mor and Elain and I’m not one to take you away from that. But I also miss the people I care about, I miss my old home-It’s time for me to go-” You protested.

“ What does Rhys think of this?” Azriel jaw twitches.

“ He was the one who encouraged me to speak with Thesan-“

“ Is that what the discussion was between the two of you?” He presses.

“ Yes but-“ You attempt to defend yourself.

“ Y/N, what exactly did you say to him?” Azriel wanted every detail, every version of this story, of his story, of his mates-his mate.

“ I didn’t- I didn’t say anything. I asked if I could return home, and he told me that I should stay here, that if I truly wanted to come home then he’d considered it.” Your heart leaps into your throat, you swallow it back, the feeling collecting.

“ His answer wasn’t even a Yes” Azriel’s scoffs shaking his head, his hands on his hips as he looks at the floor and then away at the window.

“ Yes- but it’s my decision-“ You looked up at him, watching his movements carefully.

“ No it’s not, you’re not going back there.” He challenged, his eyes find their way back to yours.

“ You can’t decide that.” You tell him, the two of you hurting by the weight of your decision. Azriel’s own heart squeezes painfully, at how easy it was for you to say those words to him. You were his, he wasn’t going to let you just walk away, not without fighting for you.

“ Why not? You’d already decided to keep this to yourself regardless of how I felt” He takes a step forward his arms falling back down to his side.

“ Azriel please listen to me-“ You tried to reason, you tried to find a way to break through, he wasn’t thinking straight, you weren’t thinking straight, neither one of you.

“ No you listen, all those years, all those centuries, you were my friend, and you were someone who loved me. Loved me enough to sacrifice what you felt so I could find happiness. In the depths of my mind I have fought and searched for you without realizing that you were here in front of me..I was too blind to see it. ” His hands flew to your face, your jaw, cupping it, his thumbs grazing your cheekbones. Your hands follow suit as your fingers grip his wrists. His shadows remove themselves from the dark corners of your room, shooting out to tangle around your wrists, not to pull your hands away but to hold you there in place. “ Please don’t run from me” He whispers, his forehead dipping down to rest on yours. His hands slide from your cheeks to the sides of your neck.

“ Az-I can’t stay” You replied quietly, your hands pulling at his wrists weakly at his. You both knew that you could take him down easily, but at this moment in time the two of you were struggling. The tension grew thick in the air. A sort of sharp feeling intensifies, the faded familiarity that was the bond, solidifies. You thought that you had successfully mastered the art of blocking the bond but no. Azriel must’ve truly accepted it, a different feeling takes over, Azriel hums at the feeling. You sucked in a breath.

“ You can’t leave without knowing I’ve accepted the bond” His nose brushes against yours. You shook your head once more, completely pushed Azriel away. Your hands fly to your head, your fingers tangling in your hairs. You wanted nothing more than to curl into yourself, this was too surreal, too overwhelming. You’d spent so long, alone, and working, on occasions waiting. Now you were uncertain, even more than you had been hours ago. Azriel could feel your indecisiveness, he just needed to bring you back to him.

Azriel followed you, he pulled your hands from your hair, one of them he placed on his chest, his heart beating beneath it, you couldn’t look at him. But you could feel the gentleness, the love that flowed through him into you. “ My heart, my soul belongs to you” he tries again. You could feel your body sag at the feeling of comfort. It was so intense and welcoming. You wanted to wrap yourself in it-but you fought it, you were so used to the fighting, the restraint, the self control. “Let go” His voice reaches into the depths of your mind, into your soul, calling out to you.

You placed your forehead on his chest, your hand leaving the area above his heart. Azriel’s wings moved to surround you, his shadows moved to get to you, tangling themselves in your hair, caressing your face and hands. They speak to you wishing you nothing but love and happiness. They bring you comfort, your eyes fluttering shut.

“ Y/N” Azriel calls out. You could feel his hands cupping your face once more tilting it upwards, his breath light. You could feel how close he was, Azriel was right there, all he needed to do-Az’s lips crashed down onto yours, so soft, and yet his kiss held all his desperation, his passion. He couldn’t hold back, not with you, not when he loved you so. You weren’t surprised, in fact you hadn’t realized how much you yearned for his touch, his kiss. Azriel turns his head to the side deepening the kiss, a quiet moan slips out. By the cauldron Azriel loved to hear that sound, he wanted to hear it again, and again, and again. For as long as he lived and breathed.

You were putty in his hands, the feeling of his touch, his thoughts, his emotions was putting you in overdrive. Your mind couldn’t comprehend nor catch up to the pace in which things were happening. Azriel lets go of your lips for a brief moment, allowing you a chance to breathe, a whimper and the need for air also escapes your lips. Azriel had to fight the urge to keep himself from taking you right then and there. You had the urge to let him do it, you placed your hands on his chest pushing him back a step. You couldn’t think with him in your space, Azriel wasn’t going to budge, but with the way you were so caught up and caught off guard, he let you take a second.

“Okay-“ You breathed out. Azriel’s eyes light up, a smile threatens to break out. “ I-um-“ You cleared your throat,”Uh-I-I accept the bond..” you whispered the last part. Azriel’s heart gave a squeeze of joy, his chest filled with lightness, with happiness and relief. All he had ever hoped for had finally come to fruition. A twinkle of mischief sparks in his eyes, a smirk finds its way onto his beautiful features.

“ What was that?” He asks, yet you squint your eyes at him, you know he heard, he knows he heard you, but he wanted you to say it again. “-I didn’t quite hear you” You bit the inside of your cheek still squinting at him. You sighed, your body began to relax, your facial expressions changing to that of a sheepishness. You were struggling to admit it, Azriel waited for you patiently.

“ I-“

“ Yes?”

“ Az” You raised your eyebrows at him, as if to say I’m trying here.

“ I’m sorry, please go on.” He encourages you.

You sighed as you tried again this time “ I accept the bond-” You are much more confident and certain. “I’ve loved you since I’ve known you. You were right, my heart and soul belongs to you-“Azriel couldn’t contain himself much longer as took you into his arms and spun you around. A victorious grin graced both of your features, and for once the weight of the world didn’t feel so heavy in your chests. You gave a light hearted giggle, your heart swooning. Azriel places you back on the ground. You smiled brightly, the twinkle reaching your eyes. “This is happening?” You asked out loud, you searched for clarification.

“ Yeah it is” Azriel let go grabbing your hand pulling you towards the window. You tilted your head to the side, a sweet smile on your lips, a playful yet teasing expression stretches onto Azriel’s face. “Do you trust me?” his hand extends outward.

“ Yes.” You lift your hand to place it into his, this time a new height sense fills both your bodies. The touch feels like a loving hum on your skin. Your minds, your souls, finally resting after all the searching that it had done. You place your hand in his, he guides you out of the window onto the terrace of the town house. You followed him blindly, willingly. Azriel stood taller in the moonlight, and the stars above shining, his shadows nowhere to be found, it was just him. “ Az wait- Elain-“

“She knows, and I’m sure she will be upset with me, but she has Lucien..She doesn’t need me.” He nods. You watch him closely, as you slowly lift a hand to caress his cheek, the touch sweet and warming. Azriel instinctively leans into your touch, turning his head slightly to kiss the palm of your hand.

“ I’m sorry” You whispered, you realized that you may have ruined a friendship for him, a little bit more than a friendship..

“ No I’m sorry” he replies as he takes you back into his arms, the sounds of the city's music playing amongst the trees, the flowers, the plants, the night sky seeming more inviting, more alive. All Azriel knew was in this moment in time he finally understood the accept of the bond, the waiting, the calling, you had always been there waiting for him, you gave him time, space, anything he needed to figure himself out..All those times he spent with other women- then it dawned on him, had you done the same? You chuckled upon feeling that jealous emotion. “ Who’s tunic are you wearing?”

“ Az, it’s yours”

“ What-“ You peel yourself out of his arms.

“ This tunic you let me borrow on a mission we had, remember? Court of nightmares? I was stuck in a brothel, I ended up fighting my way out, my clothes were completely shredded?” You offered bits and pieces of the memory, Azriel’s takes a moment to recollect and it hits him.

“ Yes I remember, you ate a bowl of soup that night at one of the hostels. You hated it,” He chuckled as he remembered the disgusted look on your face. You laughed alongside him. You moved to head back towards your room but Azriel was quick to catch your hand.

”Where are you going?”

“Um-to make you something, we still have to seal the bond.”

“ Not here”

“ Then where?” Azriel grins as he throws one of your arms around his neck, one catches your back the other catches your knees.

“ Somewhere private, where I can have you all to myself, no distractions, just you and me” He whispers to you, his face dipping closer to yours, you sucked in a small breath, the blood beneath your skin singing, practically humming. His arms tightened their hold on you pressing you as flush to him as possible. Azriel looks away and upwards towards the night sky, his wings strong as they help push the two of you off the ground. Excitement filled the air, the night, seemed sweeter, less stuffy, inviting. You guessed that Thesan was right for making you stay here, to reconsider, you were thankful that he pointed you back in the direction of your mate. Azriel was happy that his brother fought for his love, fought for him to find happiness. It was more than just two courts keeping a civil peace, it was about two souls that needed to find each other, even if it takes a century.

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hiii!! could you do jock!clarisse x nerd!aphroditie!reader pls :))) and like clarisse bullies her but at the end they somehow become friends or like in love idk but if you can’t that’s okay! tyyy xxx!

YOU’RE MINE|| CLARISSE LA RUE

Warning: Horribly written make-out at the end (I apologize in advance), Cussing

Summary: You have to tutor your enemy and overtime she get’s jealous when you tutor someone else.

DNI IF YOURE OVER 19 DIOR IS A MINOR PEOPLE!!!

Nova Speaks: I don’t know how to feel about this but I hope you like it! The ending is kind of rushed and request are still open!

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You didn’t consider yourself to be a nerd if you were being honest. You just didn’t want to fail all your classes and not get anywhere in life so you sucked it up and got your work done even if you really didn’t want too and because of that perfect attitude your teacher was making you tutor your mortal enemy.

Clarisse La Rue. Star quarterback with a big ego and even bigger muscles. The whole school loved her except for you. At first you had no hard feelings for the girl but when she tripped you in the hallway in front of everyone it was embarrassing as hell especially because she just laughed with her dumb crew and told you to watch where you were going.

Ever since that day you just stayed clear of the girl, it’s not like you guys were friends so there was no point in crossing paths with her.

But here you are sitting in your room waiting for the demon who haunted your thoughts everyday to come to your house so you could help her to her essay. If she didn’t get at least a C+ on it she was going to be forced to sit out of the game this weekend and even though you hated to admit it your school needed her.

You strictly told her to be at your house at 5:30 and not to be late but to no surprise she was. You were even considerate because football practice ends at 4:20 and you did the nice thing and let her go home and shower before showing up and she had the audacity to be late. You could’ve been binge watching your favorite show and making up dumb scenarios in your head.

Sighing heavily, you walked downstairs towards the kitchen to grab a snack out of the pantry. Your eyes moved back and forth as you browed through the delicious snacks that you had, trying to decide on what you wanted to eat.

The sound of the doorbell got your attention and you fought the urge to roll your eyes when you glanced at the clock on the microwave. It was almost six’o’clock and now she decides to show up. Walking over to the door slowly you opened it to reveal the one and only Clarisse La Rue in a pair of gray sweats and a blue crop top that hugged her arms just right, showing off all the muscle she had while her long bouncy curly hair was bulled back into a ponytail.

“Are you going to let me in or keep gawking at me?” She asked in a husky voice with a smirk on her face.

Your cheeks immediately went warm at her calling you out as you hurriedly stepped to the side to let her in. Closing the door behind her you made sure to lock the door before turning around, watching her look around your home.

“Nice place.” She nodded looking at you over her shoulder and you gave her a tight lipped smile.

“Thanks.” You nodded awkwardly not really knowing what to say, clearing your throat you asked. “Do you want a snack or something?”

Clarisse turned her body around to look at you and she not so secretly looked you up and down with a big cocky smirk forming on her face making you blush even harder than before.

“Yeah, I do actually.” She winked causing all the air to leave your lungs making you choke on air as she laughed loudly at your reaction.

“You’re disgusting.” You finally managed to choke out trying to act unaffected but you both knew you were making her smirk even wider.

“You’re the one that offered.”

“I meant food!”

“Sure you did, princess.”

——

“Writing an essay isn’t that hard if you have a good topic.” You began to explain as you sat beside her on the couch in your living room, scrolling through your laptop as she did the same on her own.

“But all these topics are boring.” Clarisse groaned lowly, throwing her head back with a huff. You leaned closer to her and looked at the list of prompts that your teacher gave your class to pick through and she wasn’t wrong the prompts were boring so you just did yours based off of your favorite hobby and why it wouldn’t be beneficial to teach at school.

“How about you do one about football?” You offered your assistance and Clarisse glanced at you.

“But it isn’t on the list.” She stated the obvious and you let out a light laugh making her confused.

“As long as you did the essay she shouldn’t be complaining. Most kids didn’t even do it.” You shrugged carelessly.

As long as the work is done and submitted your teacher shouldn’t have any complaints and if she did she can write the essay for Clarisse.

The quarterback looked at you with a look of disbelief on her face. She thought you did everything by the rules and didn’t take the easy way out of things but she could see she was indeed wrong about you.

“And here I thought you were a goody to shoes.” She cooed and you rolled your eyes but smiled at her.

“Just write something football related down as your prompt.” You nudged her jokingly and she did what she was told without putting up a fight.

Eventually she decided on why football was a great sport for high schoolers and to your surprise she had a lot of great ideas to support her argument. That’s when you realized Clarisse wasn’t dumb like you thought at first (not that you would ever tell her that) but that if it didn’t interest her, she couldn’t bring herself to do it if it was boring. So you made a mental reminder to speak to her teachers about adding football into their subjects because that’s what seemed to be what Clarisse was most passionate about.

If Clarisse was being honest she was pretty grateful for you. She’s been given tutors before and they all left her after the first session due to her not being interested in what they were saying but with you it was different. You actually listened and explained things in a way she could actually understand it without making her feel like she was stupid so that’s how you and Clarisse found yourselves meeting up every Friday afternoon at your place to work on school work together and if you were being honest sometimes you guys didn’t even do work, you talked and got to know each other better.

You learned her dad was a prick who left her and her mother when she was just a baby and because of his abandonment she had really bad anger issues which is why she joined the football team so she could get out all that pent up anger.

She learned that your mother was also a single mother who worked a lot of night shifts because she was a doctor so it was mostly you around the house and you tired to spend time with your mom as much as you could with her busy schedule.

You honestly thought helping her would’ve been a pain in the ass and that she wouldn’t do anything to entire time but it was the other way around. You were so focused on hating her for that one incident you didn’t realize how fun she was as a person and a great friend. Clarisse would be the one focused on getting her work done while you spoke about anything that came to mind and instead of judging you she just listened and added in her own comments here and there.

Due to your study sessions she stopped taunting you at school and to your surprise she actually comes up and talk to you in front of everyone. You just figured she would keep your friendship a secret from everyone so you wouldn’t ruin her reputation but you were wrong.

Her fan club that she gained over the year immediately despised you because they spent all their time trying to get her attention and you somehow managed to get it right away but the two of you didn’t care as long as you had each other to go to whenever you had a problem.

A friendship blossomed and everything was going great until you were asked to tutor another student. A girl named Amira who recently moved to town and she was a little behind and when your teacher saw how Clarisse’s D turned into A+ she immediately assigned you as Amira’s tutor and Clarisse hated it.

You were her tutor first so she doesn’t know why this random girl was trying to take all your attention away from her. At first she was fine with it as you found still hung out every friday but apparently Amira needed so much help that you had to cancel your usual friday hangouts to help Amira some more and that’s what sent Clarisse over the edge. She always looked forward to the end of the week because you were all her’s, all of your attention was on her and now it was gone and on someone else so she began playing her heart out on field and during practice, imagining all of the guys she tackled was Amira and her annoyingly high pitched voice.

Clarisse swore up and down that Amira begged you to tutor her on Friday nights just to get under her skin because when she asked you once and you agreed she looked at Clarisse and had the audacity to smirk and if Clarisse was being honest she was offended, who the hell does this girl think she is taking her girl like that.

You were quick to notice the change in Clarisse’s behavior when she started to become bitter and rude to you and if you were being honest it hurt.

Overtime you caught yourself getting feelings for the girl and you were honestly thinking she felt the same with how close the two of you became and how she would call you sweetheart or baby or when she simply just flirted with you but now you weren’t so sure. So you decided to ask your mom for advice Saturday night.

“-Now she’s being all snappy and mean.” You finished explaining everything to your mother as she got ready for her shift.

“Maybe she likes you.” Your mom said and you couldn’t help but scoff. Clarisse has never taken an interest in anyone and you were a fool to think she would like you.

“Trust me, she doesn’t.” You sighed sadly, bummed out about the situation. Clarisse was your best friend and it was killing you she was being a bitch.

Your mom walked over to you and sat a hand on your shoulder and gently made you look up at her. She smiled sweetly at you and leaned down to kiss your forehead with a dramatic kissing noise making you laugh.

“If you really want to know, you’re going to have to ask her, Sweetie. She’s the only one that has the answers you’re looking for.”

You silently let her words sink into your brain and nodded firmly. She was right, the only one who could give you an answer was Clarisse and you were determined to get one.

“You’re right, mama, thank you.” You hugged her tightly before kissing her goodbye as she grabbed her keys and left. Pulling your phone out of your pocket you sent Clarisse a very dramatic message saying that it was an emergency and that you were hurt.

You knew it was wrong to lie like that but it was the only way you could think of to get her to show up and to get here quickly and you were right because literally five minutes later you heard the familiar sound of her car pulling into your drive way and heavy knocks pounding on your front door. You opened the door and Clarisse immediately rushed past you, ranting and asking if you were ok.

“Are you hurt? Do I need to call your mom? The cops? Wait…do I have to call CPS-” Clarisse rambled and you looked at her like she just turned into a child.

“Clarisse,” You said sternly immediately getting her to shut up. “I’m fine.”

Clarisse paused and her concerned look immediately changed into a look of anger. “Princess, you don’t send a fucking message like that.”

Normally the nickname would’ve made you blush and act like a lovesick fool but instead you scoffed and crossed your arms, leaning your back against the door. “Well I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t ignoring me.”

You noticed her expression soften a little bit before it was immediately covered by her normal scowl that she gave everyone that wasn’t you, your mother and her’s.

“You don’t need me remember? You have Amira.” Clarisse said her name with a bitter tone and you looked at her confused.

“What the hell does Amira have to do with you ignoring me?” You huffed, puffing your lips out and Clarisse eyes immediately locked on them before they snapped back to your face.

“She’s your new best friend isn’t she?” Clarisse snapped and you looked at her in confusion before it suddenly clicked.

She was jealous, jealous of you and Amira spending so much time together that there wasn’t any left for her. It all made so much sense now, whenever you and Clarisse were talking at school and Amira came up to you guys you would always feel Clarisse stiffen up or the way she would mock Amira under her breath.

“You’re jealous.” You laughed with a smile forming on your face and once those words escaped your mouth Clarisse looked at you like you just smacked her across the face.

She was the Clarisse La Rue, she didn’t get jealous especially when it came to dumb blonde’s who tried her hardest to get you to hangout with her. She had guys and girls dropping at her feet everyday there was no reason for her to be jealous of any girl that tried to get close to you but she couldn’t stop the weird feeling in her stomach whenever she thought of you and Amira being in the library by yourselves or the thought of kissing you like she found herself wanting to do ever since she tripped you in the hallway.

The more she thought about you and Amira doing the things she wanted to do with you made her mad but you were too busy to notice because you were still laughing. Marching over to you Clarisse pinned you against the door with a glare on her face immediately making your laughing fit come to a stop and she smiled.

“What’s wrong, Princess? Cat got your tongue?” She taunted, smirking at the stunned look on your face. Her eyes scanned yours before she nervously licked her lips as she brought her face closer to yours to the point you could feel her breath on your face.

“Clari-”

She cut you off by smashing her lips onto yours in a hungry kiss. Her hands trailing down to squeeze your hips tightly, pulling you closer to her. Your hands slowly made their way into her thick curls and pulled causing her to groan into your mouth.

Clarisse was the first one to pull away but not for long as she began trailing kisses down your neck, sucking at a certain spot causing a small moan to escape your mouth. She bit down harshly on your neck, sucking on the same spot, leaving a dark and very noticeable hickey on the side of your neck. You threw your head back as small groans left your mouth as she continued to leave hickeys.

Clarisse smirked to herself as she imagined Amira’s reaction but it only made her leave more hickeys on your neck. After a while she pulled away and placed a soft kiss on your lips and immediately you kissed back only pulling away when you needed air.

“You’re mine.” Clarisse mumbled looking into your eyes before kissing you again and without hesitation you kissed her back.

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #clarisse la rue x reader #pjo tv show #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse pjo #cringe

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MEGUMI FUSHIGURO | looking out for you;

summary: collegeAU. megumi is a singer/songwriter in your friend group. you go to see one of his shows. based off the song “looking out for you by joy again”. i highly recommend listening. also this is not the series just a random collegeAU

cw: love confessions. mentions of a toxic relationship (not with megumi), other than that just fluff.

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you found yourself a seat next to your best friend’s yuji and nobara under the dim lights of the best coffeehouse on campus. you’d come to see your friend megumi fushiguro as he took the stage. you and megumi were part of the same friend group, you weren’t super close but you definitely considered him a good friend nonetheless.

he was a quiet guy, who had the tendency to come off a bit cold. but through countless study sessions for your grueling english lit class, you had come to know a different side to him. he was the type of guy who would cover for you if you were too hungover to show up to class, the type of guy that would always lend you his notes if you missed a lecture, the type that was always there for every single one of your friends…even if it was in his own grumpy way. he was a good guy, genuinely. and as you got to know him, you realized this more and more.

this was of course much to your boyfriend, kades, annoyance. you and kade had met at the beginning of the year, a whirlwind romance some might say. but he wasn’t always that nice to you, and you fought too much and too hard. so much in fact that he refused to join you at the show tonight, even though most of your friends were here and it was in support of megumi. you knew it was probably over between you too, you didn’t really care. you couldn’t put your finger on why, but there was something that made the though of losing kade an extremely bearable prospect, perhaps even relieving.

“hey, this is a song i wrote, uh-hope you like it.” megumi’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, his fingers start to gently caress the strings of his well-loved, and slightly beaten up, acoustic guitar. the same guitar you’d seen him carry across campus countless times. the same guitar that sat in the corner of his dorm during every study session.

the murmur of conversations hushed into silence as the raven haired boy began to strum a melody that was hauntingly beautiful. his voice, smooth as velvet, filled the air.

something about you just makes me feel guilty for liking you, when you’re with him…when you're with him.

you’d heard megumi sing before, your group was always supportive of him, but it never ceased to amaze you how well he could carry a tune, how beautiful of a voice he had and how content he looks on stage, strumming away at that beloved guitar. it was a beautiful sight, truly. he looked beautiful.

as he sang along, his gaze found yours amongst the sea of faces, the girl who had unknowingly inspired countless lines of poetry hidden within the folds of his tattered notebook. he knew you wouldn't understand right away, after all, it wasn’t like he’d ever made his intentions clear. but now, under the spotlight here he was, and despite himself he couldn’t stop his gaze from transfixing on you as he sang the words he’d written over and over again, your face clear in his mind.

this is a love song for a girl who will never know it's about her, i know it's pretty stupid, but I'm much too shy to tell her, she’s beaming that smile, all the while i’m all choke up in my own throat i guess there is no hope.

under the watchful eye of the spotlight, it was his confession, woven through the sound of strumming strings and the scent of freshly brewed coffee. he didn’t even realize it himself, but as those blue eyes of his continued to lock with yours, you realized something. he was singing that song to you…for you. and in that moment, amidst the melody and the whispers of the cafe, something shifted. the realization of why your impending break-up with kade seemed to be so relieving. it was because of megumi.

as the final chord echoed through the hushed room, a round of applause erupted, pulling you back to reality. megumi’s eyes lingered on yours for a fraction of a second longer before he looked away, a faint blush painting his cheeks as he mumbled a "thank you" into the microphone.

you were left standing there, dumbfounded by what had just transpired. that was about you right? he was singing that to you…right? and as the performance ended, and the crowd began to disperse, you couldn’t stop your feet from moving as you made your way to him. your heart hammering in your chest with each step.

megumi was packing away his guitar when he looked up at you. his eyes, usually so guarded and veiled by a cold demeanor, now held a vulnerability you had never seen before. for a moment, no words were exchanged, but the air around you felt almost suffocatingly thick.

“hey," you started, and your voice cracking over the sound of your drumming heart. "you were uh-amazing out there."

megumi’s hands continued to fiddle with his guitar case, “thanks," he finally muttered, his gaze lifting to meet yours fully. "i’m glad you could make it."

you took a step closer, the song's lyrics still echoing in your head. "that song," you hesitated, searching his face for any sign of what was going on in his head. but in all too familiar style, you couldn’t figure it out. “it was beautiful. what was it about?"

megumi paused, a long breath in and out, as if deciding what exactly to say. he wondered if you could hear the beating of his heart, a sound threatening to burst from his chest. "songs can be about a lot of things," he started, his voice cautious. "or... people. it’s kind of open to interpretation, isn't it?"

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, maybe you were just imagining things…but you had to be sure. “megumi," you took another step, closing the distance between you, driven by a boldness you hadn't known you possessed. "you-were you singing that song to me?” you look away for a second before meeting his eyes again.

megumi stood up. his usual reserved demeanor seemed to melt away just a bit as he took a step toward you, closing the final gap. “yes.” one word, spoken as his gaze softened. a smile tugged at the corner of his lips and you realized in that moment it’s the first time you’d ever seen him smile. he really was beautiful, you thought. “finally figured it out huh?”

for a moment, you both just stood there, the cafe around you fading into a blur. heartbeats beating in synchronization as you looked into each others eyes. only seconds had passed but it seemed like an eternity, until you finally broke the silence with three simple words,

“than…kiss me.”

#jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi #megumi fluff #megumi x reader fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x reader fluff

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FEVER

pairing ꩜ journalist!mingyu x afab!reader x journalist!wonwoo

synopsis ꩜ a promotion at work, the new political reporter and a few bottles of wine. writing for a prestigious newspaper can be much more exciting than it seems. it all depends on who your co-workers are.

content/genre ꩜ frenemies with benefits, threesome, smut (18+ mdni)

author's note ꩜ not proofread . comments are apreciated! lmk if you wanna be tagged on part 2 ♡

warnings under the cut!

part one | part two

warnings ꩜ smut, threesome, anal sex, oral (m. receiving), masturbation (f. and m. receiving), cum swallowing, double penetration, alcohol consumption, tipsy sex, sex in the workplace, voyeurism, tit sucking, jacuzzi sex, protected sex. lmk if i forgot something important.

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chapter one

The newsroom of the largest newspaper in the city of Chicago and the Great Lakes region was exactly what one could expect: true chaos. Phones ringing all the time, people talking loudly, papers scattered in the corners, journalists typing at full speed to deliver their articles in time… the place was a huge mess, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

You walk quickly among the dozens of tables scattered irregularly across the 6th floor of the building. Being the responsible for the entertainment and arts column, you needed to submit an unfinished article in less than two hours.

The click of your white scarpins were practically inaudible over the cacophony of the room. A little out of breath, you arrive at your table and drop your red bag on the dark wooden tabletop with an audible thump, drawing Kim Mingyu's attention.

The black-haired man looks away from the screen in front of him and starts analyzing your outfit. From the pants tight enough to outline your ass perfectly, the refined silk blouse showing just enough cleavage and the small crucifix that rested near your throat. Mingyu lets out a sigh, he hadn't been with you in bed for three hours and he already wanted to drag you back.

"Did you lose something here on my desk, Kim?" you question in a mocking tone when you notice him staring. Of course you wouldn't miss the opportunity to tease him.

"Not really" he responds by getting up and slowly approaching you. A roguish smile tugs at his mouth. "You, on the other hand, lost a pair of lace panties at my place."

"Mingyu!" you shriek and slap the man's strong chest.

"Relax, darling. No one listened." he informs with a wink. "Would you like a coffee? You look tired, didn't you sleep well?"

The worst part of spending the night with him was his inflated ego the next day.

"You are ridiculous."

In a completely childish act, you throw him a middle finger. Mingyu laughs and leaves to grab a coffee for the two of you.

If one asked any Chicago Tribune employee who y/n y/l/n and Kim Mingyu are, they would, undoubtedly, say "the biggest rivals who have ever worked here".

The two of you had been on the newspaper's journalistic team since the beginning of college. You started together as interns, and since then fought like cat and dog. You weren’t sure, but you thought your enmity started with an argument in the archives room. You just knew that "hating" Kim Mingyu in front of everyone was as natural as breathing.

What most people didn't know was that you don’t replicate Tom & Jerry's behavior when you are alone. Protected from curious eyes, you enjoyed your time in a much more pleasurable way.

Literally.

You hated the term "friends with benefits" to describe what you had with Mingyu. Yes, you were friends outside of work. And yes, you had sex occasionally. But you hated people's need to label things, so you preferred to think of Mingyu as just a friend. The "frenemies" dynamic worked well, both sides were comfortable with it.

And that was enough for now.

"I already added sugar. Two small spoons, right? "Mingyu declares as he approaches to hand over the mug filled with steaming coffee.

"Yes, thank you." you offer a grateful smile and take a small sip of the dark liquid.

You weren’t even surprised that he knew how you had your coffee, you’ve had many breakfasts together.

"Good morning!" Yunjin, your best friend, greets you with a beaming smile. "Have you seen Dino?" the youngest questions as she approaches you. "I need to get a file from his computer."

You look back at your friend's table and notice his backpack on the sideboard, but the man himself was nowhere to be found.

"Lipinski asked him to go to her office about twenty minutes ago." Mingyu responds without looking away from the computer screen. "I have no idea why."

You frown at the information.

"Weird." Yunjin comments when turning on her own computer.

"He’ll be back" you state with a shrug.

"Is he being fired?" Yunjin freaks out.

"He wasn't fired. "Mingyu laughs, amused by the situation.

"And how are you so sure?"

Mingyu points something behind you. You turn your head in sync with Yunjin, and see Dino walking towards the three of you. And he wasn't alone.

The man accompanying Dino wore a black suit, white t-shirt and a dark blue tie with white stripes. He was taller than Dino by a good few inches and, even in a suit, it was noticeable that he took care of his physique and probably went to the gym regularly. However, what left you and Yunjin flustered was his beauty.

"Guys, meet our new political journalist." Dino introduces the man.

"Jeon Wonwoo." says as he extends his hand to Yunjin, who was closer to him.

"Yunjin, fashion and lifestyle." the woman introduces herself by taking his hand.

Wonwoo addresses you with expectation in his eyes. His eyes, you notice, are striking and intense. The kind that seems to be able to read your soul with just one look.

"y/n, entertainment and arts."

Suddenly, you feel like the room is too hot.

Maybe it was because of the man in front of you, who was undeniably handsome and seemed too good to be true. Or maybe it was his baritone voice. You hadn't expected the deep, husky tone that came out of his full, heart-shaped lips.

You bite her lower lip to contain a sigh and shake his hand eagerly.

"Mingyu, sports." His face contorts a little, as if he’d already decided that he didn't like Wonwoo.

"Nice to meet you all" Wonwoo says with a friendly smile and adjusts his glasses over his elegant nose.

"Your table should arrive tomorrow." Dino says, drawing everyone’s attention. "You can use mine for today, I'm going to do some field work and I'll be out all day." the youngest explains as he gathers his belongings and puts them inside his backpack. "Now, I need to take you to HR. Let 's go".

Wonwoo agrees and leaves his backpack on the table. The two head to the elevator hall with Dino explaining more about how the newsroom works.

"I call dibs!" you exclaim as soon as you’re sure Wonwoo can’t hear you.

"Hey, not fair!" Yunjin whimpers.

"You already have Dino"

"And you already have Mingyu."

"Dibs… on what?" Mingyu raises his eyebrow when asking. He wasn't even sure if he even wanted to know what the two of you were talking about.

"To fuck him." Yunjin responds as if it was obvious, gesturing with her hand at the same time. "The new guy is pretty hot, if you ask me."

"Your bad taste scares me."

Mingyu's handsome features contort into a frown. He knew he had no right to be jealous of you, but he couldn't help it. It was difficult, even more so when it directly affected his ego. The thought that he might no longer be the only one to have your attention made him slightly irritated.

"Are you jealous?" you tease as you give the man a knowing look.

"He's dying of jealousy." Yunjin says in disbelief. "I never thought I would see Kim Mingyu like this."

"In your dreams, darlings." he says with a mocking tone and goes back to work. "I need to finish my article".

You exchange a glance with Yunjin and you two let out an amused laugh. You take a sip of your almost cold coffee and risk one last look in Mingyu's direction.

The man was frowning and pouting like a toddler being denied something for the first time.

"Don’t be like that. I promise you’ll always be my favorite." you smile flirtatiously.

Totally out of character, Mingyu offers a shy smile.

"You make it sound so sweet when you lie to me" he snorts and you laugh at the comment, finding the whole situation funny as hell.

Everyone returns to their tasks, but the slight irrational jealousy remains in Mingyu’s thoughts. He lets out an unhappy sigh, feeling extremely stupid.

The brunette takes a few deep breaths in an attempt to refocus on finishing the basketball game schedule he needed to deliver. For now, that’s all he could do.

chapter two

It was Wednesday and the Chicago Tribune newsroom was practically empty. You, Mingyu, Wonwoo and two other journalists were the only ones there.

You feel like you’re being watched and look around, finding Mingyu staring from his desk, his bottom lip casually caught between his teeth. You could practically hear his mind engines turning.

You were very angry at him the night before. Out of jealousy, Mingyu was a total dick to you and to Wonwoo at the company dinner. However, after you shouted at him for around 20 minutes and he fingered you in the backseat of his car, you calmed down a bit. You still pretended to be mad, but you weren’t one to really hold on to grudges.

"I need your help in the archives room. "Mingyu says, shaking you out of your own thoughts.

"Is it difficult for you to find a file on your own?" you tease, tilting your head mockingly.

Mingyu smirks.

"It would be easier if the person who organized it had a decent system, my dear." he teases, remembering why you supposedly hated each other. The man gets up and says: "Let's go, I don't have all day".

You roll your eyes at him, but stand up anyways. He leads the way, and the two of you leave an unaware Wonwoo behind.

Mingyu opens the heavy wooden door and lets you get in first. The lights flickered a few times before stabilizing. Several silver shelves filled with white folders were scattered around the place, as well as some wooden tables and chairs. In the right corner, they had a copy machine and other stationery items that could help journalists' research.

You walk a few inches to the first shelf and only then realize that Mingyu didn't say what he was looking for. "What do you want to find?"

"Archives about the 1958 World Cup."

"Hm... I don't know if we'll have much on the subject" you state as you walk towards the shelves at the end of one of the aisles. "This is the stupidest thing to find around here, why would you even… " you’re cut off when Mingyu turns you around to face him.

He presses you against the low sideboard against the back wall of the room. Your eyes widened, not understanding what was happening. Mingyu runs his large hand across your cheek. He wets his lips, staring at yours eagerly.

"Is it okay if I say ‘shut up and kiss me’?"

You roll your eyes, but grab the man by his tie and pull him in for a kiss. Mingyu lets out a sound of approval, satisfied with your attitude. He lifts you and places you on the sideboard, positioning himself between your legs.

Mingyu raises his hands to your ass and squeezes hard, bringing you even closer. You tangle a hand in his hair, while the other one lightly scratches his nape just the way you knew he liked. Your tongues caress each other with dexterity, having already done this hundreds of times.

The kiss wasn't at a desperate pace with a hint of anger, like it was the last time you hooked up. It seemed like Mingyu wanted to prove a point. He kissed you as if he wanted to mark you as his. And you loved it. The world seemed to disappear when you kissed like that. An earthquake could happen, none of you would notice.

The man separates your lips and starts distributing wet kisses across your jaw and neck. You let your head fall back, giving him more space to explore. Mingyu opens the buttons on the black blouse you wear and notices you weren’t wearing a bra. He lets out a grunt as he raises his strong hands calmly; touching you gently. Too gently. You start to get impatient, knowing you didn't have much time before someone else showed up.

Mingyu wraps his lips around your right nipple, making you let out a soft moan. He gives it a few seconds of attention before moving on to the other and repeating the same process of giving small licks and pulling away with a gentle brush of his teeth. He kisses up from your boobs to your neck, his hands stripping you out of your black skirt in the same rhythm.

"You can stop there." you pull the man by his dark locks when he tries to give you a hickey near your collarbone. You hated being marked in visible places.

"Sorry…" the look he gives you is warm and without the slightest trace of regret. His swollen lips pull back into a sly smile and you roll your eyes out of habit. With no more time to waste, the journalist opens the button on his own pants while you take care of removing your panties.

And that's when you see him. If Mingyu turned his face a little, he would see him too.

Precariously leaning on a file box, two hallways away, was Jeon Wonwoo. His eyes widen when he realizes that you discovered him there. You bite your lower lip and wink at him, making it clear that everything was fine.

Wonwoo lets out a breath, which he hadn't even realized he was holding until then. The man didn't intend to be there. He had gone to the files room after you, at Lipinski's request. He didn't expect to find his coworkers about to have sex.

And he didn't expect to want to stay there to watch.

Suddenly feeling bewildered, Wonwoo backs up until his back rests against the white cabinets that were adjacent to the bookshelf that hid him. He brings his right hand to his forehead and presses the space between his eyebrows with his fingertips.

The room was too hot, the black tie suffocated him, the tailored trousers felt like a prison. A little desperate, he runs his hand through his hair, removing it from his sweaty forehead. Your low moans pull him back to the reality of where he was and what was happening just a feet away from him. He straightens his body, ready to get out of there.

However, he can't leave without taking one last look.

Mingyu hid his face in your neck as he fucked you in a controlled tempo. You hugged him tightly, with your lower lip trapped between your teeth in an attempt to contain your moans.

As if they were magnets, your eyes soon meet Wonwoo's again. You smirk, amused to know he was still there.

With his hands shaking, the man lets out a tortured sigh and walks away, leaving the room as quickly and silently as possible.

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"I need to say something." you declare as you try to adjust the black blouse on your body. It was completely crumpled, but whatever.

"Go ahead” Mingyu turns to look at you.

You open and close your mouth several times, unsure of how to start the sentence. As someone whose job was the use of words, you were definitely failing to communicate.

"I didn't want to talk when we were... " you interrupted the sentence, implying what they were doing. "Wonwoo saw us."

Mingyu stops trying to straighten his messy hair and looks at you suspiciously, as if you had just told him that you knew which numbers would be drawn in the lottery.

"And that’s a problem because…?"

"Why aren't you nervous about this? "you question, finding the man’s reaction weird.

You tilt your head, analyzing the man in front of you. He was strangely calm for someone who had just heard that the new nemesis had seen naked the woman he had been jealous of a few days ago.

"What do you think he's going to do? Go out and tell everyone he saw us here?" he rolls his eyes and tucks the hem of his white blouse into his pants. "As if."

"Of course not, you moron. I thought you would freak out for another reason."

"And what reason could that be?" Mingyu asks, holding your chin with his long fingers, forcing you to look at him.

"Nevermind."

Mingyu shrugs, it was in his best interest to leave that subject aside. You try to adjust your black skirt, unzipping at the back to make the process easier.

"How much did he see?" Mingyu asks himself as he leans against the sideboard, waiting for you.

"I don't know when he arrived, but I saw him before you... oh, you know."

"Before I fucked you?" Mingyu laughs loudly and you slap his chest, suddenly feeling ashamed. "Who knows, maybe he learned a thing or two…"

"You are annoying, Kim Mingyu." you let an amused smile escape your lips.

You turn around in a silent request for help from the man, who zips up your skirt.

"And you love it, my dear" Mingyu kisses your neck as he carefully pulls the zipper up. "Now, move that beautiful ass of yours. We have deadlines." he gives you a playful slap on the butt before heading to the exit.

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harrysonlylover · 10 months

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Bound Together*

Summary: Your ex seems to present everywhere you go including your bestfriend’s wedding where confessions are thrown around.

Trope: ex!H AU (not famous)

WC: 6.5k

Warnings: Mature Smut, dirty talk, manhandling, size kink, jealousy, possessiveness.

A/n: who has exams in 3 days? Me!! Who’s writing fanfic? Me!!

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White.

It was all you could see. White roses, white tablecloths , white flower crowns. Everyone was painted in white. It is an odd thing to see people dressed in white at a wedding, even if it’s the bride’s request.

Waiters and workers moved around quickly to make sure nothing was less than perfection. Above your head ,yellow light bulbs were hung with vases of flowers surrounding the entire area. The wedding planner scurried to fix some of the tables as you leaned back against a wooden door admiring the scenery.

It'll be an hour or more before the sun sets, the waves are calm and the sand is warm. The breeze fills your nostrils involuntarily with every breath you take. It’s almost impossible to not smile, or at least tear up.

You’re still waiting for your best friend Zoe to get dressed up, she refused to accept your help or even show you the dress she got 6 months ago. Not only did she want to surprise the groom but she also wanted to see your reaction once you set eyes on her full bridal look.

The murmur of the guests could be heard from the reception area where they’re supposed to leave a handwritten letter for the bride and groom or a recorded voice message using a vintage phonebooth.

You’re glad you’ve been here since the morning, you managed to avoid any unpleasant guests, spent an important day with your bestfriend and now you get to observe the waves hitting the shore.

You heard the whistle Zoe uses to call on you and you nearly tripped as you ran up the stairs of the villa to her bridal room. The smell of carnations filled the air with every step before you barged into her room like a maniac.

She stood in the middle of the room with a gypsophilia bouquet in her hand, your jaw dropped slightly as you took in her sight. She wore a mermaid wedding dress that hugged her curves matched with a sea pearl necklace that she went deep diving for on your last trip together.

“Oh my god Zoe..” Tears welled in your eyes as you approached her for a tight hug. You both couldn’t help but shed a few tears while holding each other.

“Your makeup!” You giggled as you gently wiped the tears trailing down her cheek. She looked absolutely gorgeous , more than you could ever imagine. She was a sight for sore eyes and you wished you could keep this memory forever.

“You’re like the prettiest bride ever.” It was you who couldn’t stop tearing up making her laugh even more at the sight of your ruined makeup. You gently pulled from her and rushed towards your suitcase for your film camera.

You took as many photos as your heart desired before pulling her in for one last hug and kissing her forehead.

“I want you to have this.” You placed the little hair pin in her palm as you awaited her reaction. It was a blue firefly hairpin that you fought on when you were young girls. The glimmer in her eyes was priceless and you booped her nose before she started crying again.

“I love you.” She mumbled as you placed the pin neatly in her hair.

Being attached by the hip to Zoe since childhood and growing up together only for you to see her a bride is a feeling that thumped at your chest. You were there for each other during every important and mundane milestone, no wonder you’ve had a lump in your throat since morning.

The groom, Lee also happens to be your friend. In fact you’re the one who introduced him to Zoe since you have a mutual friend group. Almost everyone from the groom and bride’s side knew each other so the wedding won’t be as boring as other weddings you’ve attended where strangers eye each other rudely.

“We should fix your makeup.” She led you to a small chair and quickly wiped beneath your eyes before reapplying the concealer and bronzer. She drew a dick shape using the eyeliner making you laugh audibly as you urged her to fix it.

“I should’ve taken a picture when I had the chance.” She laughed again as she finished her last touches. You stood up and took another look in the mirror. You wore a long white satin cowl neck dress paired with Dior satin heels and soft diamond earrings.

“Damn are you sure I can’t leave Lee and marry you instead?” Zoe shouted from the bathroom as she raked her eyes over your body.

“Just say the word and I’ll be ready.” You knew you looked good, incredibly good.

“I’ve gotta be down there in 15, I need you to check the situation.”

“Yes ma’am.” You fixed your flower bracelet and snatched your bouquet before walking out the door.

“Wait!” Zoe shouted making you peek your head inside the room.

“I just wanted to give you a warning.. Harry’s here tonight.” Her voice was low and rushed.

“Yeah I figured don’t worry.” You tipped her a light smile and went down the stairs.

Of course he’d be here. He’s everywhere.

At the gym, at dinner nights out, on vacations, the bachelor party. You can’t escape him even if you tried to.

After all you have a mutual friend group. It isn’t an entirely bad thing to see him everywhere, you aren’t on bad terms, it’s quite the opposite.

Your breakup was normal and healthy, both of you got busy with life and his job kept him away. It was a mature decision that stopped you both from taking up more time and space. Yet even the breakup didn’t stop him from leaving his footprints in your life.

Staying in at your house whenever he got too drunk during a night out, seeing him hanging around with your t-shirts that you never asked for back, his perfume lingering around your bedsheets and clothes no matter what detergent you used.

This is Zoe’s wedding day and you must suck up your emotions for her, even if it means burying the thoughts of what could’ve been or the image of you standing in her place but not with Harry as the groom, and perhaps that is why you never dated after him even when it’s been a year.

Your day has been hectic from the start, you kept Zoe company, followed the wedding planner to make sure your best friend doesn’t throw a rampage, then rushed to dress up and get your makeup & hair done. The only peace you had was during the 10 minutes you waited for Zoe to put on her wedding dress.

After checking that everything is going smoothly, you noticed that all the guests are taking their seats as the reception became empty. It was your chance to leave a quick message for Zoe and Lee before getting caught up in the ceremony.

The light in the reception was dim and a huge “Z & L ‘s day” was hung on the wall with more and more carnations adorning the place. You were right about it being empty, even the valet was nowhere to be seen.

Leaving a voice recorded message felt like a better option, your handwriting was shitty and a recorded message would be faster than thinking about words. You stopped in your tracks when you saw that the phone booth was occupied. Just your luck.

You moved a bit further and caught a glimpse of the person, you were all too familiar to not recognize him, even if his back is turned to you. His back muscles bulged through his suit and his ring clad hand rested on his hip.

“……..I really appreciate you both, I’ll miss our nights out even if they’ll stop for a short while, and Zoe thank you for introducing me to a very special girl. I think you know who.” He chuckled shortly after his last words.

“ Obviously no pressure but make me an uncle please. And Zoe this is pre recorded so I’m betting you a 100 bucks that Lee will jump towards the waves after the ceremony. Okay Byeeeee.”

It felt so wrong to eavesdrop on his personal message but you couldn’t move an inch from your spot. You missed his raspy voice, cheeky confessions and his bets on Lee but most importantly what he used to call you.

His special girl.

You never knew why he chose it and he never elaborated. Hearing him say it after so long almost got you paralyzed. All you ever needed to know is that you were his special girl.

Were.

A word that leaves so many question marks after he used your old nickname. You stood there with a train of nostalgia crashing into you right as his comforting scent hit your nostrils.

“Hey poppet are you okay?” His deep voice pulled you out of your tangled thoughts as you took in his figure.

He wore black trousers paired with a matching blazer and a white tanktop underneath, his attire hugged his skin nicely making all his muscles appear. His thighs, back and even a small glimpse of the abs were all making an appearance, the trousers were a bit tight showing toned his lower body is.

A single curl fell on his forehead escaping the firm hold of the sunglasses on his head, his smell was intoxicating and your brain got lost in memories of his skin on yours and the stamina working out had given him. He was absolutely insatiable with his Greek god physique.

It took you a few seconds to catch his eyes that were already raking all over your figure. He was giving you ‘The look’. You had him memorized like the back of your palm to know that this look is the same look he gave you when he used to say ‘ I love you’, the same when he wanted to fuck you so hard your ears would ring, or when he would gaze at you and tell everyone that you’re his.

Just like you also know that he probably ironed the suit by himself and hesitated on whether the sunglasses are a good choice or not.

How could you not memorize a piece of you?

“I’m okay! I just didn’t expect anyone to be here.” You replied quickly trying not to gaze for too long.

“It’s just me poppet, the booth is free now.” He opened the booth’s door for you and tucked his hands in his pocket before walking ahead then turning back quickly.

“Your look could kill a man honey.” He shouted over the music that began playing in the background then turned on his heels and headed towards the ceremony as you stood with the phone in your hand.

The wedding ceremony was the most beautiful event you’ve attended, Lee began crying as soon as Zoe walked down the aisle, and you took so many pictures that you had to quickly change the film roll before taking even more.

They shared wedding vows right as the sun began to set and you didn’t care if the guests were annoyed by you blocking the view, you had to get these shots for your best friend. You heard Harry chuckling at how you ducked from one place to another so you could get a better view.

After seeing him in the phone booth, you quickly left an emotional message and walked back to the ceremony feeling shaken up after his actions. The hardest part was looking away when the sun caressed his skin. It was the golden hour and it made him look sun kissed especially with his already existing tan.

He was laughing and throwing his head back at someone’s incoherent words, his dimples lit up his face as he squeezed his eyes shut and wiped the tears from laughing.

He always had a good laugh and teared up only when a joke was too funny.

His subtle flirting did not go unnoticed by you, you assumed that maybe he was tipsy, but he only drank one glass of champagne and he never needed a boost of confidence to make you flush.

You insisted that he poses for a photo as the sun adorned his face, he made a peace sign with his index and middle finger and gave you the broadest smile as you used your film camera.

“You look so pretty poppet.” He whispered as he walked around with his arm slung around your shoulder. His deep voice made your body vibrate and the mix of his aftershave and perfume was doing things to you.

“You’re not so bad yourself H”. His fingers grazed the skin of your shoulders making you suck in a deep breath.

“These roses are really pretty.” He pointed to the bouquets decorating the area.

“Harry these are carnations!” You giggled making him frown in confusion and look closely at the “roses”.

Everyone was moving to the dance floor including Zoe and Lee, you and Harry were the only ones lingering around near the altar.

“You know I had many visions of you walking down the aisle towards me, I still do.” He said nonchalantly as he looked ahead.

“I imagined it too.” He was digging deep into the wound and you might as well add some salt. His random comments always went inside your head so why not let out some confessions?

All of your friends classified you and him as “right person wrong time.” You both know that recently Harry got a new job with way better working hours and you became self employed along with many other obstacles that suddenly changed after your breakup as if you subconsciously fixed your life for each other.

You could feel him staring at your face which was the only thing that didn’t change since the breakup .You suddenly remembered your promise to yourself earlier today and looked behind you to see everyone dancing so you pulled Harry to the dance floor and forgot about your worries.

Zoe was having the time of her life with Lee and some of your friends performing the Macarena dance, you detached yourself from Harry and immediately joined her.

Lee had already taken his blazer off and flaunted his dance moves as Zoe challenged him while wearing a dress. You couldn’t stop laughing until someone changed the song, switching it to Maneater.

You and Zoe took on the dancefloor, feeling quite confident with the flow of the lyrics , your hips swayed gracefully as you lip synced together sparing a glance to Harry whose eyes were set on your body.

It was probably your favorite part of the whole night, everyone was focused on you and your best friend laughing about how the groom “lost”. After the song was over you took a water break during which Lee jumped in the sea.

“Zoe owes me a 100 bucks.” Harry chuckled as you grabbed a water bottle from the bar while panting.

“You’re panting heavily just like when I used to –“ His rambling was cut off by your hand closing around his mouth.

“That’s not something a girl wants to hear from her hot ex while she’s ovulating.” You were panting even more and his eyes dropped down to your chest area with a grin.

“Hot eh?” As he leaned back against the bar, his biceps tightened around the jacket making them protrude heavily, you thought the suit will rip off.

“Go help Lee he’s soaked.” You chugged down the water and threw the bottle in the bin.

“I bet you are too.” Of course he’d make another snarky comment before leaving.

What made you curious is that he never flirted with you openly this way before, he has complimented you but whenever he was this flirty when you were together it meant one thing only: he needs you badly. Which made you conflicted as you thought about his attitude since the ceremony began.

You watched as both Harry and Zoe ran towards Lee with their laughter echoing in their wake.

You wanted to remember this night so you stirred away from alcohol, you usually suffered from deep hangovers that left you without memories and one thing you’re sure about is holding on to this night.

You asked the bartender for a cherry smoothie and sat down to cool off with your camera hanging around your neck.

“Fun night yeah?” You heard a voice behind you and you turned around to see Julian, Zoe’s coworker who has been trying to ask you for a date since the beginning of time.

“Yes it is!” You tried to act pleasant as you took a sip of your smoothie.

“The dance you did there was quite nice.” He took a seat facing you and ordered a whiskey (red flag number according to you)

“Oh thank you, it is Zoe’s wedding after all.”

“The decoration is quite nice, did you do it?” You wanted to scrunch your face at him because he’s trying way too hard (the wedding planner is literally around) and you’ve told him you’re not interested before.

“No it was the wedding planner, i just guided her around.” You shrugged as you awkwardly took another sip of your smoothie.

“Yeah i could tell it was your touch”. He didn’t even know you well to be familiar with your “touch”.

You wanted to roll your eyes to the back of your skull when he said that.

“So i was wondering do wanna da-“

Please please no.

“She’s occupied at the moment mate.” Harry’s hand slipped around your waist urging you to stand up which you immediately did.

“Oh we were just chatting.” Julian cleared his throat.

“And now you’re not.” The change in Harry’s attitude made your knees buckle. He knew that you didn’t like the guy but the way he came for you made you feel warm suddenly.

“Cmon man she’s not yours anymore.” Julian stood up as if Harry’s gonna stoop low to his level or punch him.

“Who asked for your opinion shithole.” Harry’s jaw was so tense you thought it might crack. His hand tightened around your waist. You never thought he’d be jealous after you broke up but then again none of you spoke about your dates, which for you were non existent.

Harry was it for you.

“Okay Julian i’ll see you around and Harry let’s go inside.” You rambled quickly and turned on your heels not even waiting to see Julian’s reaction before you led Harry inside the villa.

One hand was wrapped around yours as you guided him while the other remained stuck to your waist.

Once you finally reached your room, you locked the door and turned around to see Harry with smoke radiating off of him.

“Why didn’t you tell me that he was bothering you?” He paced around you in circles like an angry puppy.

“He was just talking and what’s up with you getting so worked out!”

“Worked out? Poppet he’s annoying you and you rejected him many times.” He was whisper shouting and definitely taking things personally.

“Your whole attitude is concerning Harry, what have you been trying to hint at?” You approached him slowly as his demeanor slowly shifted.

“Why’d you get so jealous hmm?” Your faces were inches apart now and his eyes were set on your lips.

The room was suddenly too quiet with nothing to be heard but the rushed thumping of your hearts and the muffled music outside.

“He thought he had a shot with what’s mine.” He whispered in your ear leaving a tender kiss near your earlobe.

“Yours huh? Didn’t we break up a year ago?” Your breath hitched as his ring clad hand found its way to your thigh.

“And? You never stopped being mine and i never stopped being yours poppet.” His forehead laid against yours as you listened to each other’s shallow breaths.

“Harry…” You whispered as you swallowed down your throat.

“Yes babylove.”

His softness was otherworldly, he could manage to switch from a horny teenage boy to a domestic partner in a few seconds. His breath was shallow and you could feel his chest rising up and down.

“We shouldn’t… we’re not together anymore.” You tried to reason with him while avoiding eye contact. If anything, his expression has always been your weakness, the begging in his eyes, soft pout painted on his lips and his blushed cheeks. Looking up would be like a death sentence.

“Poppet I love you so much please.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and lowered his face to your chest before slowly going down on his knees and laying his head against your tummy.

“You can’t be someone else’s…. just no. I’m not giving up on us, this isn’t over.” His grip around your body was firm and you were too overwhelmed with your emotions to process that your ex is on his knees..

This is definitely not how you expected Zoe’s wedding day to go. Harry never hinted that he’s unhappy or that he misses you, but now that you think about it, he never skipped nights out with your friends, and randomly popped up at your door step every now and then with a different excuse. You could never say anything because you agreed to remain friends and this is what friends do.

But friends don’t go down on their knees for you, tell you that they want to fuck you, get jealous or imagine you as their bride.

Harry is anything but a friend.

You glanced down to see him caressing the side of your hip with his thumb as he looked up to you with the softest glimmer in his eyes, waiting for anything, a word, a whisper.

“Then claim me again H.”

Something flicked inside him when he heard you say that. Not only was it a confirmation that he could have you, but also a yes to his fantasies, to get to worship you again.

“You were always mine to begin with baby honey.” You could swear that his eyes shifted but his voice… a specific tone and octave that will always be an indication to how destroyed he’ll be leaving you.

You sucked in a sharp breath as he lifted you off the ground with one hand and placed your body on his shoulder before gently dropping you down on your bed. He unclasped your heels and pressed soft kisses starting from your calves to the back of your thighs.

Every kiss left an invisible mark that only you could see and feel, you didn’t even want anyone to see it. It was yours completely just like he is, body, mind and soul.

“My special girl, you don’t know how much I’ve missed this. You left me a starving man.” He breathed heavily as he left more wet kisses while his hands roamed your thighs and hips. He slowly pulled down your panties and pressed a long peck to your clit.

“Missed my sweet girl a lot, she’s been so neglected yeah?” He caught your now swollen clit between his index and thumb finger and gently rubbed it before blowing cool air on it.

Your body was paralyzed. You physically could not move as if you were bound to him, every touch he left, every graze and peck was planted deep into your soul and the back of your mind. His body towered over you as he whispered sweet nothings. You could die a happy woman like this, he was right when he said that you never stopped being his. You shared pieces of yourself with him and so did he. How could you not miss your own self?

“I need your mouth baby.” You barely managed to let out the words, you just wanted to sit there and let him do whatever he wishes to you and you’d let him in a heartbeat. It’s embarrassing to admit that you got soaking wet just from being around him.

He had a certain masculine aura that pulled you like a magnet to him. His physique was something you could not be blamed for, the suit had you frothing at the mouth with how it made him look so toned. His tan and golden skin, dancing around with your friends, and dotting on you then getting jealous. Lord were they normal actions but you’re wet. So wet.

“My mouth? Where darling, you need to tell me because I’m ready to explore every inch of your skin even if it takes days.” He whispered in your ear making goosebumps light your body up as you slightly arched your back.

You squirmed even more beneath him when his whole weight pressed against you. You had a size kink and the way he does certain things makes you involuntarily wet but he knows and that’s what makes him Harry. You pulled him in burying your nose in his neck as you took in his scent and wrapped your legs around his.

“I’m aching please.” You let out a shaky breath as he teased you by driving his hand slowly from your breasts to your inner thighs before flicking at your dripping pussy.

“Here? This gorgeous cunt is achy huh? Must be feeling empty poppet.” He cupped your pussy with his ring clad hand as you hissed the feeling of the cold rings against your warm flesh.

“So so empty.” You slightly raised your face to meet with his and looked him in the eye as you lead his fingers inside your cunt watching how his jaw drops before he lets out an audible moan.

“So warm my baby. All worked up for me?” He kissed your temple and moved his digits inside your dripping cunt.

You nodded immediately as he began caressing your lips before pressing his thumb against your labia minora, a move that he discovered in the beginning of the relationship and made you go crazy.

“Soaking my fingers and I barely touched you yet. Such a filthy girl.” He kissed you deeply , your tongues clashing together while he kept caressing all the places he’s so familiar with.

“My filthy girl.”

You lost track of time and the muffled music outside was a reminder that you needed to be quick. You can’t stay too long in here and miss important moments but you also can’t pull away from him.

“Please we don’t have much time” He immediately pulled away after your warning and buried his head under your dress. As much as you wanted to feel each other skin on skin, you didn’t have that privilege.

He wrapped his mouth around your clit with hunger and began working his tongue inside you. He flicked it in circular motions around your clit and inserted his finger in your opening in a vertical manner just the way you liked it.

You couldn’t see his face as he was literally buried between your legs, you moved your dress away to grab at his hair and tugged it roughly which he responded to by sucking at your swollen clit.

Your cunt was so puffy and red like you have been deprived of an orgasm for years, his tongue lapped at your mound with eagerness as if your pussy is his last meal. He thrusted two fingers, caressed your labia with one as he spat on your clit and glided his tongue against it.

“Perfect fucking pussy. Missed choking between your thighs” He slapped ass as your moans and whimpers echoed around the room. You’d do anything to see his face covered with your cum while you pull at his hair.

It already feels overwhelming to have his tongue on you after a long time, but his tongue glided smoothly in every right spot. If you ask him, he never forgot what your weaknesses are or how you love stimulating your nerve bud while getting fingerfucked.

“Fuck! I love your tongue.” Your moans were loud and you’re thankful for the loud music playing outside.

“Your pussy is fucking made for me.” He rasped as his mouth made wet slurping noises from eating you out. His jaw was sore but he couldn’t give two fucks. He made sure to leave hickeys on your inner thighs along with soon to form bruises.

He lifted your right leg and situated it on his shoulder before reaching his hand out and lacing it with yours while the other kept thrusting inside of your dripping cunt. His rings grazed your labia making you shudder and cry out his name.

“You should see how your juices are dripping all over my hand, rings and sleeve.” You could feel him smirk but all you could see is the visual he just gave you.

You squeezed at his hand and pulled harder at his hair when he sucked harshly at your clitoris. Your legs began to shake and you were so wet you could feel it dripping down to your anus. But that only spurred him to lick a long strip down your folds and purposely circle his tongue around your rim.

“Bet you could only get this wet for me.” He gently laid his head against your pelvis and shifted his tongue’s attention to your clitoris only that was bulging while his fingers teased your opening.

“Please baby I need to cum.” You cried out in pleasure feeling your whole body vibrate.

“Yeah? And who will you cum for?” He gave you kitten licks to edge you even more before reaching for your breasts and pinching your nipples.

“You fuckk!” You chanted his name and squeezed on his laced hand as your orgasm washed over you. All you could see was dark spots as your eyes were screwed shut, your ears were ringing and harry’s low moans echoed between your legs.

“Soak me baby. All of my face.” He lapped up as much wetness as he could into your mouth while you whined at the overstimulation.

You can’t say that you forgot how good he made you feel because you ached for it every night. Only he is able to make you feel like floating and only he can do it with love.

He left gentle kisses all over your vulva as he murmured compliments and rubbed his thumb over your hand. He always had a habit of not getting up after eating you out. You have to physically pull him away and find his face drenched in your wetness like a kitten drunk on milk.

You tried to regain composure as Harry towered over you again, catching your mouth in an eager kiss while you tasted your own cum on his tongue.

“Mine.” He lingered his lips a little longer on your neck purposely leaving wet marks. You were still shuddering from the mind-blowing orgasm he gave you, as he pressed his bulge into your spread legs.

“That looks painful baby.” You reached over to his bulge and rubbed your hand over it, watching as pure ecstasy washed over his face.

“M’leaking poppet.” He murmured into your neck, squeezing over your hand whenever your fingers brush on his clothed cock.

“Then let’s do something about it.” You lifted your body with his help as he unbuckled his trousers with shaky hands.

The urge to pin you down to the bed and fuck you till you’re seeing stars was through the roof. God, did he miss you.

If you had asked him to stay buried between your thighs for the rest of the night , he’d do so without question.

His special girl was irreplaceable and incomparable. As simple as that.

His cock strained against the fabric of his boxers as he quickly unzipped his trousers trying not to glance down and let his primal instincts get the best of him as you purposely spread your legs wide.

“Fuck.. i don’t have a condom.” The realization hit him in the face as his cock leaked on the sheets.

“I’m clean, i haven’t been with anyone since you.”

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

“Neither was I poppet.” It took you both less than a second to jump at each other as you took notice of Harry’s darkened pupils, extremely leaky cock and possessive grip.

He pinned you down on your stomach and lifted your dress, giving your cheeks a rough smack with his ring clad hand.

“Of course you didn’t sleep with anyone. This pussy is made for my cock.” He rasped as he guided his cock to your wet entrance and began slowly thrusting in.

The initial stretch was heavenly. His dirty talk, weight above your body and thickness of his length made your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you let out whimpers.

“You can only take my cock yeah? Look at how it’s stretching your dirty cunt. Only me.” He growled and buried himself balls deep inside your pussy as your walls immediately tightened against his veiny cock.

You’re not sure how you managed to survive a whole year without his cock. As dramatic as it may sound, but Harry was showing you heaven. His thrusts were deep as he pounded into you from behind, making you bite your bottom lip and grip the sheets tightly.

“Fuck me harder baby. Show me how much you missed me.” You mumbled quickly, barely able to put two and two together as he drilled into you.

“You make me fucking crazy. I’ll fuck you till it hurts and you can’t move your legs.” The pure euphoria on his face was majestic. Not only was he fucking his dream girl. But you were also so warm, wet and tight.

His cock massaged your g spot over and over again making you cry out his name as his hand pressed deep into your hips and ass creating bruises that you’ll feel for days.

As much as the sight of your ass jiggling against his cock while you bent down was appealing. He needed you close to him.

He wrapped his hand around your throat and lifted you up to his chest effortlessly, before closing his bicep around your collarbone and sliding his fingers to your mouth.

He knows well how much this position makes you crazy. As much as you tried to hide it, he feels how you tighten around him and drip when he manhandles you and allows his size kink to show.

You were a precious sin wrapped up in sweetness.

His sweetness.

Your laid your head back on his shoulder, as his hand slid down to cup your cunt to show you how small your pussy is while it’s getting destroyed by his cock.

“You’re even tighter than before. I’ll have to fuck you daily to stretch you again.”

He laid his head against yours as you tried your best to look up at him to witness your favourite expression.

Eyes dripping with lust, puffy lips, nose still covered with your wetness and a grin. His devil’s grin that indicates how proud he is of fucking you so good.

“My baby. Feeling good?” He slowed down his thrusts and kissed your temple.

“Wanna.. c-cum on your cock.” You stuttered , gasping loudly when his finger pinched your engorged clitoris.

“Yeah? Cmon then remind me whose slut you are.” He unwrapped his arm from your chest and allowed your body to drop on the mattress before pressing his chest on your back laying all his body weight as he thrusted his cock fast and hard.

He reached your tummy with how deep he went. Rough thrust after the other while you took it laying down as he wishes.

His moans in your ear were heavenly, not forgetting to tell you how warm you feel or how he’ll fill you up with his cum then make you walk in front of everyone.

Your clitoris was so sensitive and rubbing against the sheet while his cock twitched inside of you and kept hitting your special spot repeatedly.

“I’m cumming H.” You gripped the sheets tightly and curled your toes as you allowed your orgasm to wash over you , feeling Harry spill his warm load deep inside your cunt right after you.

His breath was warm above your neck as you clung to each other enjoying the moment of bliss that you’ll always remember.

White.

It was all you could see.

Harry’s voice was an echo as he whispered ‘I love you’s and pressed kisses all over your back and neck.

You didn’t want to get up. You wanted to pull the duvet against you and stay wrapped in his arms till the end of time, but you couldn’t.

“Baby honey i’m gonna pull out.” You protested by whining but he only offered you one more comforting kiss before gently lifting himself up and pulling out.

The emptiness he left almost made you cry. As much as you tightened your pussy, almost all of his cum fell out. There was a pool of cum on your bed as Harry tried to keep his composure and not get hard again at the sight of your pussy flooded with his cum.

He glanced at the clock and noticed that it’s been 20 minutes since you both came up here.

Shit.

He quickly made his way to the bathroom , brought two wet clothes and began gently cleaning up in between your legs while you regained your energy.

The knowledge of being absent from the party lingered around you and Harry awkwardly. Your dress was absolutely drenched and there is no way you can go out wearing it.

“Harry there’s a black dress inside the closet. Fetch it please.” You lifted your body and found him so focused in his aftercare making your heart skip a beat.

“Do you think Zoe will know?” He asked as he looked for the dress.

“As if it’s not obvious that you can’t stay away from me.” You grinned at him before standing up and taking your ruined dress off.

“So? Sue me.” He said shamelessly while walking over to you. You stared at him as he asked you to lift your arms up before helping you put on the new dress.

The whole interaction may have seemed weird for exes but being intimate with Harry was so easy.

His eyes lingered around your face for longer than expected, as if he was admiring a star.

“Be mine again.. please.” It was almost inaudible. A whisper that only hearts could hear, but it happened that his and yours were knitted together tightly.

“I thought you said i’ve always been yours?” You smirked at him as you traced your fingers against his blonde stubble that you tease him for and compare to “puss in boots.”

“And you always had a good mouth eh?”

You replied by closing the small gap between your needy bodies and smashing your lips into his before swiping your fingers through his hair.

Harry swears on his life that in that moment, an image of you walking down the aisle flashed before him.

Bound Together.

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dating headcannon ~ rafe cameron

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you and rafe would meet at a party

you had just moved to the island with your parents and happened to go to the same party as him

as soon as he had laid his eyes on you, you were done

rafe was determined to have you, and nobody could stand in his way

when he approached you and began a conversation, he noticed how shy you were around him

seeing you so innocent only spurred him on to continue courting you

you would accept to be his girlfriend after a couple of dates, even though a lot of people kept warning you that Rafe was bad news

he would be the biggest gentleman ever

he would take you out whenever you wanted, buy you everything that you would lay your eyes on

you would often feel guilty that he was spending so much money on you, but he reassured you that it was something he loved doing

when you found out about his drug abuse, you decided to make it your mission to help him overcome his problems

it was a very tough period in your relationship

rafe didn’t want to admit his problem for a long time, which caused a strain to form between the two of you

however, you didn’t give up that easily

you fought tooth and nail to get Rafe the help he needed, to make sure that he would see his potential and turn his life around

once Rafe realized just how much you cared about him and his health, he vowed to himself that he wouldn’t touch another drug for the rest of his life

he slowly but surely got better, giving up drugs and smoking altogether

you two started spending more and more time together, you practically living with him at Tannyhill

his family loved you, especially Wheezie and Sarah

Ward thanked the God that Rafe had found you, someone who was willing to help him get rid of his addiction

Wheezie would always want to hang out with you whenever you were free, much to Rafe’s dismay

he would love you and show you how much he cared about you with every fibre of his being, needing you to know just how much you meant to him

whenever you guys would go to a party, he would never leave your side

Topper would always complain that you were attached to the hip, but Rafe didn’t care at all

at first, it bothered you, but you got used to it after a while

even as you would be chatting the night away with your friends, one of your hands would always be holding Rafe’s, or his hand would be holding your waist and you wouldn’t even be able to tell

he just felt the need to protect you from the creeps that he knew were at every party you guys would attend

he’s VERY jealous

you were very beautiful and attractive, which prompted the Kooks to try and hit on you. poor guys

even though you tried to let them down easily and make known the fact that you were with Rafe, you would never get to that point because of Rafe

he would come up behind you and glare a hole into the guy’s soul, making him scramble and leave as quickly as he possibly could

his shirts would become part of your everyday wardrobe

anytime he would have trouble finding a particular shirt or hoodie, he would immediately come to you, knowing that they were most probably in your dresser or on your body

he would find it hot, thought, seeing you in only his shirts because they were so large and long on your body

when it came to the bedroom, it was another story

he was a very passionate lover, he couldn’t get enough of you

would have sex with you every single day, literally anywhere

his bedroom, Ward’s office, the pool, Topper’s house, the beach, Kelce’s car, his family’s boat. you name it, he’s done it

he was a very gentle lover, despite his tough exterior

he could be gentle with you if that's what you wanted, he could be rough if that suited your boat more

he would be anything that you needed him to be

you guys would be endgame, 100%

he would never picture himself with anyone after being with you ever again

you were it for him, and he was it for you

a twisted match made in heaven

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Written for the @steddielovemonth prompt: Love is being willing to wait for them.

Eddie was six years old when he first met Steve, not that he would remember it until much, much later.

The boy Eddie met that day was sweet and a little shy, perhaps because he was so small for his age. He was a year younger than Eddie, only five, which was forever in Eddie's eyes. He felt responsible for the little boy somehow, so he walked up to him on the deserted playground to make sure he was okay.

"'Ello!" Eddie exclaimed, holding out his hand for Steve to shake, like he'd seen his daddy do all the time when they were in town. His dad called it part of the Munson charm, whatever that was, and Eddie wanted to be as cool as his dad. "I'm Eddie, who are you?"

The boy looked up at Eddie with big eyes and made no move to take Eddie's hand, so Eddie reached out and took the boy's hand in his own and shook it wildly.

"See, that's how you do it. And then you say your name. Let's try it again!" Eddie decided, still pumping the boy's hand. "I'm Eddie."

"Steve," the boy said with a slight lisp, and Eddie thought maybe he hadn't said his name earlier because he was afraid Eddie would make fun of him for it. The other kids made fun of him a lot, for a lot of reasons that Eddie didn't really understand. All he knew was that he didn't like it; it made him sad. Especially since none of the other kids would play with him, so he had to go on his adventures all alone, fighting the big dragon without a trusted knight at his side.

Perhaps Steve could be his knight.

"Will you help me slay the big dragon, Steve?" Eddie asked, suddenly excited at the prospect of finally having someone to play with. "He stole all our gold, so we have to slay him!"

He was still holding Steve's hand, but he dropped it as he began to imitate how they would fight the beast with their swords. "I'm a mage because my mom says every fairy tale needs a good fairy or a mage to help the hero defeat the villain. And you can be that hero, Steve! I'll help you with my magic," Eddie promised, his whole face breaking into a wide grin.

Steve giggled, but Eddie thought it wasn't like the other kids laughing at him. It sounded nice, like Steve was enjoying Eddie's antics. "What do you think, Sir Steve?"

Between bursts of pearly laughter, Steve eagerly agreed, but then paused to ask Eddie in a suddenly serious tone, "But why don't you wanna be the hero?"

"I'm no hero, Stevie! I'm a mage, didn't you hear me? I can do magic to help the hero, because only together can we defeat the beast." Eddie explained in an equally serious tone, because killing dragons was serious business.

"Okay," Steve agreed. "How do we fight a dragon? I never fought a dragon before."

Eddie explained his plans to Steve, and together they ran and climbed around the playground in search of the dragon. It was the most fun Eddie had had in a long time. Steve was the best hero ever; he listened to Eddie's ideas and had some surprisingly fun ones of his own. They forgot everything around them, caught up in a world of make-believe, until a woman's voice startled them out of their play.

"Steve! Steven, where are you? If your parents come home and you're not there, they'll fire me," the woman grumbled before shouting again. "Steve!"

Eddie looked at Steve questioningly as the voice came closer.

"That's Lucy, she's looking after me 'cause my parents don't have time," Steve explained in a low voice. "I have to go." He looked very sad when he said that and Eddie already missed his bright smile.

"That's okay, Stevie, we can kill the dragon tomorrow!"

That made Steve perk up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah! I'll wait for you here tomorrow!"

"Thanks, Eddie!" Steve exclaimed, throwing his arms around Eddie in a tight hug before running off to find the woman.

The next day, Eddie was back at the playground as soon as he could get away from their house, telling his mama that he had finally made a friend and now they had to kill the dragon. "He's my hero, Mom, and I'm his mage, just like in the fairy tales!" He told her, and she hugged him tightly before making him and Steve two sandwiches, because "slaying dragons is hard work and makes you hungry'.

Steve wasn't there when Eddie arrived at the playground, so Eddie sat down on the swings and waited for his new friend.

He waited until the first signs of dawn reached the playground, and he had to eat both sandwiches because he was hungry, and drink all the water his mama had packed.

Eddie only left when it got dark, and he knew his mama would be worried. But he was back the next day, and the next. Every day for weeks, Eddie waited for Steve on the swing, always wondering why his new friend didn't want to play with him anymore.

Eddie never made a connection between his Stevie and King Steve. How could he, when King Steve was all aloof and arrogant, looking down on people like Eddie and walking the halls of Hawkins High with that haughty grin on his face. The boy wasn't his hero, and Eddie wouldn't dream of using his magic to help him.

Funnily enough, the first time Steve's sight sparked any kind of recognition in Eddie was when Eddie pinned him against a boathouse wall with a bottle against his neck. Stripped of his usual confidence by surprise and fear, Steve looked somehow... small. He sounded even smaller as he tried to reassure Eddie that he meant no harm, and the sound of his voice made something tingle at the back of Eddie's mind.

Steve was different than Eddie had expected, to say the least.

At times, he was snarky and bitchy. But not in the mean way he had been in high school. He was all bark and no bite. And he was good to Eddie's sheep, to all the kids, really. Like a big brother, a protector. A knight in shining armor who stood between them and danger.

And not just for the kids, for everyone.

Steve jumped into a dark, deep lake not knowing what awaited him; fought demonic bats with bare hands and teeth, losing more flesh than seemed healthy.

Steve was a hero, and later Eddie berated himself for not realizing it sooner, but hindsight is 20/20, and he only understood that Steve Harrington was indeed his Stevie when it was too late to do anything about it.

Eddie was almost sure when they stole the RV together, because the way Steve grinned at him just before they switched positions and Steve sped out of the trailer park reminded him so much of the sweet boy he once knew.

The boy he never really stopped waiting for.

When Steve asked Dustin and Eddie not to be cute, not to be heroes, he decided to test his theory.

"We're not heroes," he told Steve, and when Dustin said “you can be the hero, Steve” Eddie was watching his face for any sign of recognition. He could have sworn he saw a flicker of it in Steve's eyes. That was the moment he almost, almost asked outright.

Eddie even called out to him, the words on his tongue, "Why didn't you come back? I was waiting for you.' But in the end he decided against it. What use was there? They had bigger problems to deal with right now. He would ask Steve later, when it was all over. He would tell him that he had been waiting for him all this time and that he was glad that Steve had come back to him.

They would talk later.

Only later wouldn't come, Eddie realized as he tasted his own blood in his mouth and stared into Dustin's frightened, tearful eyes.

And then Steve was there, holding his hand, begging him, pleading with him to stay, not to die. Eddie couldn't promise him that, but he had promised him something else, and he wanted Steve to know that he had never broken that promise.

"I waited for you, Stevie. Every..." Eddie coughed wetly, more blood flooding his mouth, and he suppressed the grimace to keep smiling at Steve. "Every day. I knew you'd come back. Worth... the wait," Eddie whispered, his voice fading. Eddie was fading fast.

In the distance he heard Steve's voice begging him to stay, he needed his mage by his side, and the last thing he thought was that he was sorry he had to leave before he could see Steve slay their dragon, but he hoped his magic had helped enough.

The next time Eddie was able to think and feel, it was like waking up from the worst hangover ever. Everything hurt, even his hair.

Slowly opening his eyes to a thankfully dimly lit room, he winced at the sharp pain in his head. It made moving his head even more torturous, but Eddie had to know where he was. Looking around as much as he could, he realized several things.

He was in a hospital bed with monitors beeping softly beside him.

It was night, with only a small bedside lamp providing some light.

Steve Harrington was asleep next to him, his arms crossed on Eddie's bed and his head resting on them.

Eddie must have made some sort of noise at the sight, because at that moment Steve jumped to his feet, ready to fight or flight.

Then he looked at Eddie and a myriad of expressions played across his face. Most of them passed too quickly for Eddie to decipher, but he's sure he saw surprise and joy. Wonder, definitely, but maybe fear, too, though Eddie had no idea why Steve would be afraid of him.

"Steve," Eddie croaked, his throat like sandpaper. The sound of his name was enough to jolt Steve into action and he hurried over to Eddie's bedside table. Seconds later, a straw was held to his mouth and blessedly cool water filled his mouth and ran down his throat.

"Thank you," he told Steve when the cup was empty and he felt more like a human being again. A badly mangled human being, but he took what he could get. "What happened? Is everyone..."

"Vecna is dead. Everyone made it out alive." Eddie let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "That's all you need to know for now. I'll tell you the rest tomorrow, okay? You should get some more rest. You... we almost lost you."

Steve looked shattered as he said this and Eddie finally noticed the dark bags under his eyes. Steve's hair worried him even more. It looked greasy and unkempt, worse than it had even looked in the Upside Down.

Eddie was afraid to ask, but he had to know. "How long..."

"Twenty days. They couldn't tell us when you'd wake up. If you'd wake up." His voice broke at the words, and Eddie tried to lift his hand to soothe and comfort, but it weighed a million pounds.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long, Stevie," he said instead, hoping to ease Steve's pain with his words instead. But all it did was make Steve collapse, the bed the only thing breaking his fall. He was the one who reached for Eddie's hand then and held on to it like a lifeline.

"I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm the one who kept you waiting for years. I never went back to that playground. My babysitter didn't want to take me anymore because I ran away, and she almost lost her job. And then it had been years before I was old enough to go by myself and I couldn't... the thought of going there and you not being there was too much. And why should you be? Nobody would wait that long."

The "not for me" rang out between them and Eddie gathered all his strength to pull Steve's hand to his mouth. As he planted a kiss on the soft skin of the back of his hand, Eddie said in a low voice, "I did ... I waited all this time for you. This playground became my hound, once a day I would stop by, just in case. I always hoped you would come back."

Now it was Steve's turn to take Eddie's hand in his and place it gently on his cheek, planting a soft kiss on Eddie's palm.

Caressing Steve's lips with his thumb, Eddie smiled at the sweet boy he had waited a lifetime for. His hero.

"We did it, Stevie. We slayed the dragon!"

Steve's pearly laugh echoed through the room, silenced only by Eddie's lips as he leaned down to capture them in a fairy-tale kiss.

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golden1u5t · 3 months

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Heyyy Myra !!!!! I’m a really big fan of your blog and I’m so glad I found it. I have a request if you want to do it. I was wondering if you can do Spencer x new bau reader and there’s a 10 year age gap. Spencer after he came out of jail and bau reader is pretty young. Anyways Spencer and her never get along and they end up in the same hotel room and end up being friends with benefits and reader ends up pregnant.

You totally don’t have to do this only if you’re comfortable with it. Thank youuuu and thank you for all your other work :)))

omg i haven’t written a fic this long in forever but i just had a lot in mind for this one

this post is 18+

you hated when prentiss paired you together and you definitely couldn’t stand being in a confined space with him for more than a few seconds at a time. you knew why emily did it though, always pair you and spencer up together, she thought that if she made you be around each other then your relationship would change and you would become friends at the least.

she had assigned you and spencer to go to the coroner’s office together as soon as the jet landed, not giving you enough time away from each other before having to be in the car together alone.

“you’re insufferable, you do know that right?” you shook your head, sneaking a glance at him before turning back to the road. spencer snickered and mumbled about how you should stop denying your feelings for him. you laughed and shook your head once more, “insufferable.”

spencer couldn’t help but look at you when the sound of your laughter traveled through his ears, he found himself staring at you longer than he should’ve have. he loved hearing you laugh, even though you didn’t do it much when he was around. he’s usually lucky enough to walk into the room when you’re laughing with garcia or jj, even though you’d stop laughing the moment you realized he was there.

he couldn’t figure out why you hated him so much, hell, he couldn’t figure out why he hated you so much. it was the same way with you, you couldn’t figure it out either but deep down there was something in both of you that knew you didn’t really hate each other.

the day went on and you and spencer did everything you were assigned to, everything was just fine until you got to the hotel. the team stood in the lobby while emily assigned rooms to you all. emily paired herself with tara, jj with garcia(who rarely ever came out on cases), matt with luke, and everyone knew rossi got a room to himself.

emily turned to you and spencer and that's when you knew you were totally fucked, she handed you and spencer two key's to the room you'd be sharing. you didn't spare either of them a second glance before picking up your bags and storming off to the elevators, spencer caught up to you just before the doors closed. you both were silent all the way until up got to the room and saw that there was only one bed.

"damnit, emily! she did this on purpose, i know it. this is what took her so long at the desk." you huffed and tossed your bags on the bed. spencer closed the door behind him and walked further into the room, he set his bags on floor. you turned around and crossed your arms over your chest. "you're so sleeping on the floor, i refuse to sleep in the same bed as you. I hate you-"

spencer shut you up by crashing his lips into yours and with no hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. his hands landed on your waist and he stepped forward to press your bodies together.

“you don’t really hate me.” he mumbled into your hair, his fingers pressing into your hips brought you back to reality. your arms dropped back to your sides and you pushed his chest, your skin was hot as you fought the urge to reach up and trace your lips of where his had been.

you turned around and quickly pulled out everything you needed to take a shower and get ready for bed. you walked to the bathroom but before you closed the door you turned and looked at him. “no, i do. i truly do hate you.”

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"i'm not sleeping on the floor again! i've slept on the floor for the past 2 nights." spencer shook his head as he tossed his pillows on the bed.

you bit your lip and sighed, you walked over to the bed and turned the lamp off before climbing into the bed and pulling the covers over your body. “fine but stay on your side.”

spencer scoffed, as if he was telling you that he wouldn’t dare touch you again, and got in bed. he turned the lamp off and settled against his pillows. some time during the night you felt spencer’s arm wrap around your waist. thinking that you would just blame it on being asleep when you woke up, you scooted back and pressed your back against his front.

spencer smiled to himself and wrapped his arm around you tighter, he pressed his fingers into your skin but not enough to be painful. “you’re not asleep.”

“neither are you.” you mumbled, closing your eyes even though you had no intention of going to sleep. spencer’s hand started to move over the expanse of your stomach, you caught his wrist in your hand to stop him from moving. “just go to sleep and we can forget this ever happened in the morning.”

“you know, if you just stop forcing yourself to dislike me we could do a lot of fun things together.” he hummed. you bit back a smile and turned around to face him, the only light in the room was the light coming from the moon so your eyes strained a bit to see him.

“i bet you would love to have sex with me, i bet you dream about it, don’t you? i’m what’s on your mind when you’re jerking off in your room, huh?”

“in fact, yes, you're always on my mind.” his lips curled up into a grin. you’re body tensed and your eyebrows furrowed, your lips slightly parted as you tried to process what he’d said. “don’t act so shocked.”

you let out a shaky breath and blindly reached behind you and turned the lamp on so you could really see his face. the room was silent for a few minutes, just you and spencer staring at each other with mixed emotions.

in those few minutes you thought through all the possible outcomes if you were to give into him, you went through all the emotions you could go through before deciding that one time wouldn’t hurt.

“this will only happen once and if you tell anyone, i will murder you with my bare hands.” you leaned down and brushed your lips against his. spencer chuckled and pulled you all the way into his lap, he brought his left hand up to cup the back of your head and pressed your lips together.

you couldn’t help the sigh that left you when your lips collided. you realized that spencer was right, you didn’t really hate him, you were just extremely attracted to him and it pained you to admit it.

a chill ran down your spine when spencer moved his hand down your back and grasped your hips, he started to rock your hips over his growing bulge. you pulled away from the kiss and sat all the way up, you started to pull his shirt over his head before doing the same for yours.

spencer only gave himself a few seconds to admire you before flipping you over so he was on top. he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and panties.

“can i take these off?” you nodded your head but quickly breathed out a 'yes' when he hadn't moved the first time. you planted your feet on the bed and lifted your hips so he could get the clothes off.

now, spencer took as much time as he wanted to admire your body, his eyes scanning over your body and lingering on certain parts long enough to make you want to cover yourself up. to take the focus off of you, you reached for the string holding his sweatpants up. spencer helped you get his pants and boxer off.

when you looked down and saw his cock, your eyebrows furrowed, he was slightly thicker than you imagined. you could deal with his length, slightly under average, but it was his girth that got you. you sat up on your forearms and met his gaze before looking back down and wrapping your hand around his cock, quietly whimpering when you realized that the tip of your middle finger just barely touched the tip of your thumb.

“are you done gawking?” spencer teased, you let go of his cock and laid back down. spencer situated himself on his stomach between your legs, he pulling your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep them open.

“i didn't say anything to you when you were staring at me." you rolled your eyes, though your heart was nearly beating out of your chest as you could feel his breath on your cunt. spencer moved his hands up your thighs so he could use his thumbs to spread your slick folds.

your eyes fluttered closed as spencer ran his tongue through your slit. the taste of you nearly drove him crazy, he shuffled forward and wrapped his lips around your clit as his eyes closed.

spencer didn’t take as much time as he wanted to since it was past midnight and it would be time for you to get ready to go back to working on the case soon, so instead he traveled down and pressed his tongue into your entrance.

letting out a shaky breath, you pushed your hand into his hair and pulled him further into your cunt. your moans traveled straight to spencer’s cock, making it twitch from where it laid between himself and the bed.

spencer groaned into your cunt and moved his hand so he could play with your clit.

“don’t stop, fuck- m’so close!” you whined, thighs twitching around his head. spencer curled his tongue just before pulling away from your sobbing cunt, your eyes flew open as your orgasm settled down in your core. “why’d you stop?”

“i want to feel you when you cum.” he leaned over your body and kissed you before you could say anything else. you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled his closer, pulling away from his lips when you felt his cock brush against your folds. spencer wrapped his hand around his cock and guided it through your slit. “can i?”

“yes.” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you realized that you were really doing this, you weren’t regretting anything though. spencer started to push his hips forward, he brought his hand back up to stabilize himself as he bottomed out.

he gave you both a moment to adjust and tucked his head in the crook of your neck, he pulled his hips back and snapped them into yours. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and gripped at his hair.

it took him a few minutes before he found a good rhythm that you both enjoyed but when he did, the sound of your moans and whines blended together perfectly. spencer grazed his teeth over your collarbone before starting to make a mark, fortunately he was reasonable enough to make it low enough that it wouldn’t show over the collar of your shirt.

you'd always thought that this position was more intimate than the others and you usually did good with avoiding it when you were having sex with no strings attached, but with spencer you didn't mind.

you felt your orgasm bubbling back up through your core but with more intensity. spencer shifted to get in a better position which cause his cock to shift and press against the spongy button that drove you mad.

"right there- don't move." you gasped, your grip on his hair tightened and your walls started to clamp down on his cock.

"yeah? right here?" he snapped his hips into yours harder and brought his hand down between your bodies to rub your clit in order to make you cum faster. he grunted into your skin as he fucked into you, feeling as though your cunt was pushing him out with out tight you were around him.

a few more snaps of his hips and you were tugging on his hair as you came, your legs twitching around his waist. spencer groaned as his cock twitched, he captured your lips in a gentle kiss.

spencer pulled back and inhaled a sharp breath as his orgasm ran through him, his thrust slowed down until they came to a stop. he carefully pulled out and moved off of you, his chest rose and fell heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

“this is the first and last time this is happening.” you glanced at him before getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. spencer smiled to himself because he knew deep down that it would happen again.

——

even though you said having sex with spencer would never happen again, it did. you kept running back to each other over and over, having careless sex, until you found yourself standing in the bathroom with a pregnancy test sitting on the counter.

"wait! don't- don't look at it yet, i'm not ready." you put your hand on spencer's wrist to keep him from flipping the test over and revealing the results. it had been well over five minutes since you took the test but you just couldn't bring yourself to look at it.

"okay- we can wait until you're ready." spencer put his hand on your arm in efforts to reassure you. you looked at him and let out a shaky breath, you knew that no matter how long you put it off the results wouldn't change.

"i'm ready."

spencer gave your arm a light squeeze before flipping the test over, two bold lines confirming that you were pregnant. your body tensed as you stared at the test, your breathing uneven.

"y/n..." spencer cupped your face and made you look at him, he wiped the stray tears from your cheeks. "we can do this, you know. me and you, together."

you nodded you head and leaned forward into his chest. the longer you stayed in his arms, the more you calmed down and came to terms with the fact that you were actually pregnant. "what are we supposed to tell the team?"

"i'm not sure. maybe we'll just wait until you start showing or something." he pressed his lips to your head, already imagining himself what your child would look like. "since i got you- uhm- since we're gonna be having a baby, i think it's only right that i ask you to-"

"are you about to ask me to marry you? that's a big step, from being friends to being married." you pulled back from his chest to look at him.

"yes, that is a big step but no, i'm not asking you to marry me. not now at least." he chuckled. "i would like you to be my girlfriend, though."

"so you get me pregnant first and then ask me to be your girlfriend?" you teased with a smile on your face, spencer shrugged and returned the smile. "of course, i'll be your girlfriend."

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backwzzds · 4 months

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ೃ⁀➷ choose me, trafalgar law

it was the hundredth morning that the heart pirates were woken up before their time. the sound of glass being thrown on the ship alerted everyone, but mostly bepo, causing him to be the first one to wake.

"what the hell is all this noise?" the furry pirate grumbled, taking a full stop to your shared room with the captain.

"you're not being fair!" your voice is muffled from the other side of the door. "you never choose me!"

"i always choose you!" the captain's voice is loud as ever. bepo could actually hear some offense cloud his tone as well. "i do all this shit for you!"

tears ran down your face as your hand shook against it. "but you d-dont! i've been with you—longer than anyone else here has. I've had your back through thick and thin. time and time again you choose the crew over me—your wife!"

law’s voice is harsh as the next few words leave his lips. "so you're gonna make me choose?"

"i would never make you choose! these men are your family and i get that—they are just as much mine as they are yours-but you don't understand law that no one has had your back, not like i fucking did. that time where you fought with the entire crew over something you were clearly wrong about? i chose you. every single time whether you're right or wrong—i fucking choose you, as any wife would! you never choose me!"

law scoffed with a shake of his head, trying to dodge everything that just came out your mouth.

"i always fucking choose you. you have no idea how much i choose you. I'd kill anyone over you. you know that."

"that is not enough law, why don't you understand that?!" you scream. "you choose being a pirate over being a husband sometimes and i would never tell you to stop pursuing your dreams. i know you've wanted this since kids," your voice cracks. "but you choose the sea over me every time i beg you not to do something and you still do it. i fight with you over and over and you just think that sex will be enough to get rid of this empty feeling inside."

bepo could hear your sobs from the other side of the door. he could tell whatever you two were fighting about was very important. from what he gathered though, he could see both sides of the story.

law was a pirate captain; it was his dream to rule the sea.

understandable.

but he was also a husband first; committed to you, he's been clearly neglecting you the past few months and it was only natural that you became restless and needy for your man.

also understandable.

there were times that bepo did not agree with his captain and best friend often. he was brave enough to tell law when he was flat out wrong about things, and that wasn’t very often. but now he wasn't sure who was in the right or wrong this time. not when law had his mind set on completing a specific goal.

but, at the end of the day, captain's orders were still captain's orders. the heart pirates were obligated to follow their captain to death if the time asked for it. he could see both sides of the story limitlessly, but ethically, had to side with his captain no matter what. it wasn't his business to intervene either.

you and law continue going back and forth, but over time your comebacks slow down as you're practically choking on your tears. at the sight of your reddened brown face, law walked over to you and wrapped his large tattooed hand around your neck, grabbing your attention.

"look at me," his voice is low and demanding. but you didn't want to look at him right now. you wanted to look at anything but him. your sniffles don't stop him from repeating himself though as his grip on your neck grows a little stronger, tight enough not to hurt you of course, but just enough to where you got a little buzz in your head, just way he knew you liked it. "look at me."

finally, your beautiful eyes slowly moved upward to look at him. they couldn't help but glare (although it still came out as a pout), and law visibly frowned when he saw just how upset you were over this. your sniffles get lower as you fight the urge to wipe away your tears, but he beats you to it, swiping the D of his tatted thumb across your hot face.

"i will divide the seas for you, if need be,” law told you, voice strong and calm. you could tell he was out of breath from how worked up he was getting a minute ago. with a much lower octave, he leans in closer to your face, hazel gold eyes never leaving your own. "i’d fucking rip the flag off my own fleet and burn this sub on land with everyone in it over you," more tears run from your eyes in response to his words. but law continues to wipe them away for you, always catching your tears. “i will bring hell to this fucking place we call earth if that’s what you asked of me. everything i do as this ship's captain is for you. i would fucking give up being a pirate if that's what you wanted me to do. tell me. tell me what it is you want to me to do y/n because sailing these seas aren't worth shit if you hate me and if it's in another lifetime where you aren't my wife. tell me what you want me to do. not as your captain but as your fucking husband. that what you want, right baby? tell me what you want."

and that was when your lip quivered and your words cried out to the seas, "i want you to choose me!"

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lovingache · 8 days

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“𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲”

𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 summary: “𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲” | or the first time kageyama calls you “baby” is entirely by accident. warnings: aged up!haikyu!! (karasuno is a university) | no y/n, gn!reader, fluff, just some general cuteness tbh— I love kageyama, he deserves happiness word count: 1.2k a/n: yes, this is based on “first time” by hozier, i heard it and immediately thought of tobio because this is exactly how that man would react to being called a sweet pet name.

The first time that you called Tobio “baby,” he locked up as if you had insulted him. His hand, which you were used to seeing hitting effortless jump serves, setting quicks to Hinata, and generally being the dependable watchtower of Karasuno’s volleyball team, froze on your waist as if he had forgotten how to move his body.

His severe and intense gaze locked on yours as if he were attempting to solve a puzzle—as if he couldn’t believe that you had called him something so sweet and intimate. He gave you a curt nod as he dropped you off at your place, his hand lingering on your waist as he bid you goodnight and your name coming out softer than he intended.

He’d never admit it to anyone, but that night, he felt something stir deep inside his chest, unlike anything he’d ever felt. It wasn’t the same adrenaline he got from playing against hard teams, nor was it the same joy he felt when Karasuno proved victorious over other teams after hard-fought matches.

No, this, you, was different— something simultaneously died and was reborn inside of him when you called him “baby” that night, unlocking an emotion he never entirely understood when he heard others talk about it, but, in your presence, he understood it as if it were a practiced play.

You never pushed him to say it back, satisfied with relishing each time he said your name softly between sweet kisses or tender hugs. You weren’t here to change him. After all, you fell in love with Tobio because of how he is, not out of an aspiration to change him into anyone else. He just didn’t like to use pet names with you, you assumed, and didn’t push him for anything he wasn’t happy to give you.

So it’s safe to say that you didn’t see today coming. At first, you weren’t even really sure what he’d said. Tobio has a habit of mumbling, especially when coming down from the high of a hard match, so you could only make out bits and pieces of his greeting. You were too busy savouring how he held you as you jumped into his arms, congratulating him for a great match and winning against Karasuno’s opponent.

He gave you a tender smile, a rare sight for other people but a mainstay in your relationship, before giving you a soft kiss as he set you down gently. He had murmured your name, that’s for sure, but you couldn’t quite make it all out until you saw the look on the team’s face. Hinata’s and Tanaka’s faces, in particular, urged you to ask him as you gave Tobio a quizzical look.

“Sorry, what did you say, honey? I didn’t quite catch it,” You say, cocking your head softly to the side as his brows knit together, and a blush paints his cheeks at the name you called him.

“I.. didn’t say anything, I just said thank you—” he starts to say, his hand still resting easily on your waist, before he’s interrupted by Tanaka and Hinata running over to hug him, cooing about their friend’s heart finally growing three sizes.

“Wrong!” Tanaka yells as he hugs Tobio, circling his neck with one arm and patting his head with his other hand. “You totally just said ‘baby’! Who knew you had that sweetness inside you, Kageyama!” He teases as Hinata joins in.

“Yeah! You even said it all nice and stuff!” he adds, laughing with his senior as they mimic Tobio’s voice and cadence. “You were all like, ‘Hi, baby! Thanks so much, baby. I’m so happy you were here to watch! Mwah, mwah!!’” Both burst into laughter as they watched Tobio’s glare, waving off his muttered threat of a gruelling time next practice for them as they strode away.

The rest of the team lays off teasing him as they start walking to the locker room, but only after his seniors get their digs in. Azumane and Sugawara give him broad smiles with their thumbs up as they pass the two of you, and Tobio’s blush deepens.

“S-Sorry about them,” he says sheepishly, touching the back of his neck. "I guess it slipped out, and I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.” He apologizes genuinely as he looks into your eyes, hoping that his team didn’t scare you off.

You chuckle, circling your arms around his neck as you bring him down for a long kiss. “Don’t worry about it, baby,” you say, relishing the way he softens under the name, his features relaxing as he smiles against you. “You can pay me back by saying it to me so that I actually hear you this time,” you whisper, teasing him but also wanting to hear it clearly so you can store it in your memory.

He leans in close, the two of you the final people on the court as his team filters out completely, and he presses a tender kiss against your forehead. He chuckles softly at your request, an attempt to wave you off, but the glint in his eye tells you that he’s about to indulge you anyway, “Alright, alright.”

He gives you a slow, deep kiss, savouring the heat of your lips against his— a sensation he swears he will never get used to. It always sends that electric jolt throughout his body better than any perfect set or victory. He pulls back, soothing your hair and smiling, “Thank you for coming today, baby. I think I play better when I know you’re watching me.”

He presses a chaste kiss against your lips, “You’re like.. a guardian angel, baby. Did you know that? Maybe I should start calling you angel instead, hm?” He says against you, and his sudden shift in demeanour causes you to shiver.

You nod, running your hand through the hair on the nape of his neck. “I think that’d be great, baby,” You whisper, a blush painting your cheeks as the thought of him calling you “angel” crosses your mind.

“Is that so? Alright, ang—”

He’s cut short by Daichi’s voice ringing clearly in the empty gym as he opens the metal gym door, searching for Tobio. “Kageyama! Meeting!” He yells out from across the gym.

Tobio sighs, pulling away from you only slightly as he nods to his captain. “Okay, I’ll be there in a minute!”

“Now, Kageyama, we already waited five minutes for you. Let’s go!” Daichi calls, the heavy slam of the doors signalling his impatience.

Tobio leans in close, “Another time, baby.” He kisses your forehead as he starts to walk towards their locker room.

The door swings open again. “Kageyama, c’mon! Or do you want me to call you baby, too?” Daichi teases as he waits for Tobio at the door, watching him run up to his captain, apologizing half-heartedly for his tardiness.

You laugh as he teases him, knowing that Tobio’s doing his best not to glare at Daichi. You laugh even harder when you hear their bickering.

“None of you are allowed to call me baby! That’s special, and I’m not about to let you dumbasses ruin that name for me!”

“Alright, we’ll call you King again, how’s that sound?”

You shake your head as you gather your things, knowing that this teasing from the team is far from over as you make your way to wait outside their locker room— giddy at the idea of hearing him call you baby again.

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springwitch26 · 5 months

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Hey you're writing is so beautiful and *cough cough* incredibly hot, would you be down to write a Melissa brat tamer oneshot 😅

No pressure ofc!

-anon

tear you apart (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

summary: you're feeling bratty and melissa is all too happy to punish you.

warnings: smut (18+), brat taming, punishment, degradation, spanking, humiliation, overstim, voyeurism? basically unhinged content + agatha harkness obsession disease 💜

notes: thank you anon for your kind words and this request! hope this is worth the wait. melissa is such a brat tamer and i'm reminded of that every time she makes a biting comment or threatens to fight someone. she needs a girl who can take it and then give it right back.

all you ever wanted was to make melissa feel good.

you knew from the start of your relationship that she was a top. but at first, you weren't sure what she liked: did she want you to be her good girl? or did she enjoy a challenge?

within a few weeks, you had pieced together the answer: it depended on the day. on bad days, all she wanted was her sweet, obedient angel.

one night she came home deflated, having fought with barbara over a teacher appreciation gift from the district. she pulled you into her and didn't let go, holding you close through hours of gentle sex. you were so soft, so comforting, so good.

"come sit on my lap, babydoll," she had said, patting her legs where she sat on the sofa. you obliged.

"are you okay?" you asked, searching her eyes for frustration and regret.

"i am now," she whispered as she caressed up your thighs, smiling as you nuzzled into her neck to hide your whimper. "just do what i say 'n make your pretty noises, and i'll be just fine."

good days were a different story. competition and conflict excited melissa. she felt most like herself when she was telling somebody off or winning some game. so, when things were quiet at work or when she was feeling playful, you were more than happy to give her the challenge she craved. your attitude drove her insane, and putting you in your place was always exhilarating.

tonight was a good night. you could tell from the moment she walked in the door, carrying that massive read-a-thon belt. she was on top of the world after her victory, and now she needed another conquest.

you twirled around the kitchen as you cooked dinner in your thin sleep shirt and little shorts. melissa loved seeing you like this: comfy, happy, and best of all, lightly clothed.

you smirked to yourself as you hatched a plan. instead of greeting her like usual, you pretended not to see her come in. then you held up your phone and took a selfie that just happened to provide a view down your shirt. melissa saw it all.

"whatcha doin', hon?" melissa raised an eyebrow at you, still smiling from a great day at work.

"oh, nothing. just texting ava," you replied coyly. melissa's jaw clenched ever so subtly.

you had been friends with ava since back when you were still working at abbott. melissa wasn't jealous of your friendship with ava. no, what irritated her was how shamelessly ava would check you out and hit on you. ava's advances were never serious, she knew that. but melissa also knew that ava hit on you at least as much as she did gregory, and that was a problem in her book.

you smiled at her and went back to your cooking like it was nothing. you were in for a fight tonight.

...

when you sat down in the living room to binge-watch wandavision after dinner, melissa attempted to stroke up your thighs several times. you refused her and innocently cuddled into her side.

all was going according to plan until you heard agatha say "good girl" on the television. you shuddered and pressed your legs together, and it did not go unnoticed by melissa.

"aw, hon. does that make you feel needy?"

she had the upper hand. but you could still salvage this.

"yes, agatha drives me crazy," you said, meeting her gaze and giving her a sultry smug look.

"i thought you liked wanda..." she grumbled, her jaw clenched. it was working.

"mmm no, agatha is more my type," you drawled. you remembered melissa dressed as the scarlet witch. that sinfully sexy costume. she had done it for you.

the fact that you were switching up on her now made her livid. your type? she wasn't your type?

"god, kathryn hahn..." you whispered when the camera focused in on agatha's magical fingers, absolutely selling that you were turned on. it pushed melissa over the edge.

in one swift move, she shut the tv off and crawled on top of you, pushing you into the couch by your sternum. the look in her eyes was dark, fiery, dangerous.

"take your clothes off," melissa growled, fire bubbling behind her eyes.

she pulled herself off of you and sat looking you over from the other end of the couch, an expectant look on her face.

"yes, ma'am," you scrambled to comply with her instructions, stripping eagerly in front of her.

"leave the panties on," melissa stopped you before you could drag your thong down your legs. "on the bed."

the two of you rushed up the stairs and over to the bedroom, her grabbing at your waist the entire time. melissa sat back against the pillows, her legs spread for you. she gestured between her legs and you knew what she wanted.

you squealed and quickly adjusted yourself to straddle her, your legs on either side of hers as you unbuttoned her shirt. she sat upright against the pillows, her messy hair framing her heated face.

once you had removed her shirt and bra, she fisted her hands in your hair and pushed your head downward. you quietly whimpered at the manhandling. she took the initiative to swiftly pull her pants and panties down to her ankles, giving you just one firm command: "be a good girl."

you parted her legs gently and dove in, licking wide stripes up her folds but avoiding her clit to tease her. it wasn't long before you felt a fist in your hair, pulling you off of her to meet her frustrated gaze.

"unless you want red handprints all over your ass, don't fuckin' tease," she sneered.

you were torn: you wanted that punishment, but you also wanted to be a good girl for her. you chose to be good for now, attaching your lips to her clit and making her groan in satisfaction. you could always push her buttons later.

"that's it, honey, right there," she choked out as you swirled your tongue around her clit. she wouldn't last long, already worked up from seeing you strip for her.

you lapped at her and sucked on her bundle of nerves, enjoying the chorus of good girl and don't stop until you felt her legs start to tremble around you. at that point, you pulled back, leaving her bucking up into nothing.

you gave her a mischievous grin and started to trace your lips with your thumb absentmindedly. you watched her seethe in anger, never taking her eyes off of you.

"oh, sorry, i think i smudged my lipstick. give me a second," you could hardly contain your giddiness at how angry she looked. you needed her to lose control.

without missing a beat, she grabbed your hair and forcefully pushed you back between her legs. all of her gentleness was gone.

"such a dumb fucking slut. can't even follow simple instructions," she scolded. "finish me off, whore, and then we'll work on your behavior."

you felt yourself get soaked again at the manhandling, her seething words and her promise to punish you. eager to make up for your misbehavior, you ate her out with reckless abandon. she reached her high within minutes, whispering filthy things to you the whole time.

"fuck, that's good. lookin' up at me like that with your big doe eyes. i'm gonna come all over that pretty, smart mouth."

she came with a low groan, coating your lips in her wetness. the sight was pornographic: you looked at her with hooded eyes and wet lips, slightly fearful of her next move. it was exhilarating.

when she had recovered, she sat up and stared you down, a twisted smirk on her face. you swore you knew what she would say before the words left her mouth.

"bend over my lap, beautiful." her tone was dark, but you could hear the excitement behind her words.

you scrambled to obey, laying face-down on her lap with your ass up, wiggling gently in front of her. enticing her.

for a minute, there was silence. she just watched in amusement as you squirmed in her lap, desperate for any kind of attention from her. from where she sat, she could see your arousal glistening on your thighs. she was drunk on the power.

"a little desperate, hmmm?" she teased. you nodded frantically. she started to trace light patterns on your ass with her fingernail. "let me tell you what's gonna happen now. i'm gonna spank your cute little ass until you're crying and begging me to stop. then, i'm gonna fuck you until you're so sensitive that you can't stand to be touched any more. sound good?"

while she was nonchalant, you were almost at your breaking point from her words alone. you were completely at her mercy. you managed a "yes" and nodded intently for her to continue with her plan, desperate to see it through to the end.

it was hardly a second later when she slapped your ass, hard. you should have seen it coming, but you still yelped in surprise. you felt throbbing between your legs as the pain spread through you.

this went on for a while, and eventually you lost count of how many times she'd hit your backside. tears rolled down your cheeks, and you hardly felt them. and you were soaking her lap with your arousal. melissa whispered filthy things to you the entire time.

"my pretty, little, brat," she emphasized each word with a harder slap.

when it finally stopped, she started to caress you all over and praise you for taking your punishment so well. her soft touch brought you back to reality, and she guided you to sit up.

"wow, sweetheart. you really made a mess," melissa said, gesturing to her legs which were sticky with your wetness. you hid your face in your hands.

"stop it, you know i wanna see you. in fact..." she trailed off with a smirk and reached to grab her phone off the nightstand. "touch yourself."

your mouth fell open at the command, and she gave you a challenging look. not wanting to push her any farther tonight, you did as she asked and tried to find a comfortable position.

"spread 'em wide, princess," she said, smiling down at her phone like she wasn't watching your every move.

a burning heat ran through you at her words. you leaned back and started to gently circle your clit through your panties, anxiously awaiting her next move. you were a whimpering, blushing mess when she finally looked up at you with a grin.

"stay just like that," she said while bringing her phone up to point it at you. you heard the clicking noise of the iphone camera and your eyes widened. melissa had never done anything like this before.

"w-what are you doing?" you barely managed the sentence as your fingers worked you up, making you gasp.

"oh, just givin' myself a little treat for later," she replied coyly. "and maybe next time you act up, i'll show ya these. make ya remember your place."

you shifted uncomfortably, feeling hot all over from your fingers and the humiliation. melissa noticed and put her phone aside to look in your eyes.

"color?" she whispered.

"pink..." you replied shyly. that meant she could keep going. she smiled and cupped your face in her hands, kissing you softly.

her hand traveled down to remove yours from between your legs. she finally laid you down on the bed, running her hands up your thighs. your legs fell open for her and she leaned in to inspect your swollen folds.

she hummed as she trailed two fingers through your wetness, earning her a pitiful noise. when she pulled away and mosied over to the dresser drawer, you knew what she was going to do.

"i think you're wet enough for the strap, don't you?" she pulled out a bright red one that you had never seen before. she watched your eyes as you reacted to its size.

"i bought this as a surprise for you knowin' you'd go crazy over it," she mused as she adjusted the harness and attached the dildo to it.

"mel, it's... big," you said, looking up at her with wide eyes as she positioned herself above you.

"yeah, hon, that's why i bought it," she teased, smirking as if it was the most obvious reply in the world. you breathed a sigh of relief as she covered the strap in a thick layer of lube.

she took the cock in one hand and maneuvered it through your folds, pressing on your clit and making you cry out. you shuddered when she positioned it at your entrance.

"you ready for me?" melissa trailed a finger under your chin and forced you to meet her eyes.

"pink," you breathed, and she pushed the tip in. you felt the stretch immediately, and melissa used her free hand to rub your abdomen soothingly.

she continued to work her way into you, her hand never stopping its comforting motions. when she bottomed out, you felt so full you could hardly breathe. it was a thrill.

you nodded at her to signal she could move, and she started to fuck you slow and hard. the size of the strap-on allowed her to hit places that you'd never felt before, and you couldn't hold back your moans.

her thrusts became rougher very quickly, and she dug her thumbs into your hips to balance herself. you knew there would be marks there tomorrow. her pace and the low groans she let out suggested that she was still hanging on to some frustration in need of release.

she hit your g-spot and you screamed, overwhelmed with the feeling of her. she noticed the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching: shaking legs, parted lips, strangled moans. in response, melissa reached down to rub your bundle of nerves roughly, and that sent you over the edge.

"good girl, so good," she coaxed you through your high. you thought she would stop after one. oh how naive you were. you were trembling and squirming away from her, and she just continued to rub your clit, rocking gently inside you.

"come on, honey, give me another, i know you can," she encouraged you, peppering you with sweet kisses. you nodded and she started to fuck you again in earnest.

every nerve ending in your body was buzzing, and all you could feel was melissa. she thrusted into you like her life depended on it, and you admired her face as she worked you. her red hair hung around her face, which had also become red from the exertion. it felt amazing—hell, it felt insane—to feel her hitting all the most sensitive spots inside you. but it felt even more amazing to have the sexiest woman on the planet on top of you, working your body like it was her life's mission.

when your second orgasm washed over you, it was more intense than the first. it drained all the power from your body and you surrendered yourself to your fiery lover. she again whispered sweet nothings in your ear to help you along. when you had stopped shuddering, she pulled out.

you caught your breath and watched her rise to her feet, humming as she took off the strap. you could see a devious glint in her expression that told you you weren't done quite yet.

after that small taste of relief, melissa stalked over to you and spread your legs once more. you whined in discomfort, too sensitive to take any more.

"shhhh, baby, lemme clean you," she soothed before beginning to lap at you, savoring your taste. she tried to avoid your clit but her nose brushed against it, bringing a pained noise from you. she hummed into you and kept going, stroking your legs to relax you.

after you had gotten comfortable with the feeling of her tongue she drifted up to your clit, circling it but avoiding direct contact. you gasped and bucked up into her mouth despite your best efforts. even the smallest touch felt like an electric shock.

when your whines turned to quiet moans, melissa wrapped her mouth around your clit and started to suck, rolling her tongue over it. the pressure was white-hot and deadly, and it sent you over the edge in seconds.

"my sweet angel, i love you, you did so well for me..." she comforted you through the comedown. she stroked your sides and you relaxed into her touch, your heartbeat finally slowing. she placed a fond kiss on your forehead, then got up to get a washcloth and some water for you.

...

"i won the read-a-thon today..." she said while she cleaned you.

"i noticed," you giggled, smiling up at her. the love in her eyes made the green irises sparkle and swim with possibility. "i'm so proud of you."

"you coulda said that earlier!" she joked, recalling your misbehavior. there was a comfortable silence before she spoke again. "actually, i think i like it when you fight me a little."

you gazed at her fondly and laughed again, feeling warm and cared for. "i noticed."

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anothertimdrakestan · 1 year

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Hi Elle!! Hope all is well 💕💕

Can I request a headcanon or fic of where Dick and y/n have been in a serious relationship for a few years and OC has become a “mom figure” to all the other batboys. So when the batboys misunderstand Dick and OC getting into a big fight somewhere, they both come home (either to their place or to the manor) to find that the batboys have moved/thrown out all of Dick’s things because they love OC that much??

Thank youuu ☺️

Ahhh this is such a cute little idea!! Thank you so so much for the request it’s lovely to see an old friend <333

Found Family - Dick Grayson x Reader

Steph gave you a sympathetic smile as she poured the rest of the wine bottle into your now empty glass. “What’s wrong hun? Because if it’s boy troubles I will personally castrate Richard if he hurt you.” Which only made you sigh as you nodded. Her eyes widened, you and Dick never ever fought, and this foreign emotional territory was a shock to you too- hence the wine.

“Dick asked me to move in with him, but I’m not ready to leave my place! I love Gotham, and I’m not sure Bludhaven is where I’m meant to be. But I also know I could never leave him. I just told him I needed more time to think and I think he took it really personally. It’s not that I’m not ready to live with him, I’m just not ready to leave my life here even if it is just a town over.” You said, happy to put into words the emotions swirling in your chest.

“What?! You are NOT leaving Gotham anytime soon. What on earth would I do without you here?” Steph exclaimed, putting down her glass to pick up her phone, fingers typing frantically.

Less than a minute later, Tim was jogging into the Manor kitchen, “Dick’s tryna take Y/N from us? Over my dead body.” And before you could tell him otherwise, the young hero burst out the room, clearly on a type of war path.

“No! I love Dick and you guys, Bludhaven is great! I just need-”

“Taking down Richard has always been on my bucket list.” Damian’s snarky voice echoed through the manor as he stalked out the same door as Tim. You scrambled up and after him, but Steph side stepped in front of you, “don’t you dare try to fix this, we’ve got it!” Which only made you more nervous for the future of your relationship.

Before you knew it, another bottle was opened, and the colors of the Manor living room were awfully fuzzy. You were pretty sure you’d seen Jason, Tim, and Damian zipping in and out of the manor, each repeatedly promising an increasingly violent demise for your boyfriend, who’s radio silence was only making you more anxious. Steph, while physically with you, was terrifyingly glued to her phone, sending text after text- even taking the occasional call, but she was speaking quiet enough that your tipsy-mind couldn’t process the words flying out of her mouth.

You truly weren’t sure how much time had passed when Dick burst through the manor shouting “Stephanie Brown where the hell did you hide her!” And before you could shriek with excitement, Dick appeared in front of you, his eyes frantic until he saw you were okay.

“Dickie!” You cooed, outstretching your arms so he would scoop you up into a hug. And he did. He was breathing heavy, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he took a deep inhale. You were just giddy to see your handsome man, squeezing him tighter, wrapping your legs around his waist, happy to be carried as you weren’t sure you could stand in your current state.

“What on earth did they do to you sweetheart,” Dick mumbled, walking back towards the kitchen so you could place you on a counter, you leaned back to look up at his eyes. He swiped a hand over your cheek, you assumed you were still warm from the alcohol.

“She’s. Fine. Can’t say the same about you you selfish monster,” Steph slurred her speech, pointing an accusatory finger at Dick who gave you both a confused look.

Almost like a sitcom, the three other boys burst into the room, as if on cue.

“Step away from the woman Grayson!” Jason shouted as Damian lobbed the nearest manor antique he could get his hands on at Dick, who of course caught it effortlessly, setting it down next to you on the counter.

“What the hell is going on?” Dick raised his voice, but Tim was already in between the two of you, pushing Dick backwards as Damian hopped up onto the counter next to you, silently handing you a glass of water which you graciously took, enjoying the plot unfolding before you.

“No questions at this time Richard, as Y/N’s personal advisor I’m here to state the case.” Tim began, Jason and Damian nodding in agreement. Steph had her phone out, clearly filming the entire argument.

Tim continued, “it has come to our attention that you intend to take Y/N from us.”

“I asked her to move in with me?” Dick looked exasperated but intrigued by the way his brothers had turned on him in your name.

“And in doing so, you’d be removing her from Gotham, and therefore the four of us!” Tim concluded, and at the statement, Jason, Steph, and Damian mumbled angry agreements.

Dick scoffed, “I’m sorry, I thought she was my girlfriend, and you guys love coming to Bludhaven! With Y/N there it’s more reason for everyone to spend more time over there.”

Damian piped up immediately, “we hate Bludhaven Richard, Y/N is the only thing that makes it manageable.”

Jason snorted, “ever realized we only go over for dinner when Y/N is visiting you? Or that Steph only wants Sunday bagels in Bludhaven cuz Y/N spends the weekends there? Did you seriously think we just went over for you?” You cringed as the harsh tone, but Dick didn’t look offended, rather, proud?

Dick opened his mouth to retort, then closed it. Tim spoke up again, “Don’t worry Richard, I’ve already mended the problem at hand.”

Now Dick spoke up, “what the hell did you brats do now”.

“To the Zeta Tube!” Jason called, scooping you and Damian up in one arm and sprinting towards the teleporter, with Dick screeching for him to put you down following close behind. For once, Damian wasn’t squirming out of Jason’s grasp, rather he had quietly grabbed your hand, saying “I hope you love your new home” to you right before the Zeta Tube activated.

When you came through, Jason set you and Damian down happily, and you were situated in a fully furnished apartment. Furnished with your and Dick’s combined furniture. You froze for a moment, feeling like you were in a different dimension until you notice the window in the apartment. You recognized the block corner instantly.

“We refurbished an old safe house! It’s south west Gotham, so close enough to Bludhaven that Dick can’t whine too much, but only a couple minutes drive, or instant Zeta Tube to the manor!” Tim exclaimed excitedly.

Damian piped up, “we stripped Dick’s apartment to the ground to furnish it! Not like either of you will be needing it anyway!”

Dick had been silent, drinking in the new view. But he came up beside you to stare out the window, “I think they just made a compromise for us, but I do want you to love it. What I should’ve said earlier, is that I don’t need to be in Bludhaven, I need to be with you. You’re my home Y/N.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you leaned back into his chest.

You spoke up, “I love it, and I love you, and I especially love you guys,” you turned around to face your family. Steph was grinning, Jason was nodding knowingly, Tim was off slightly adjusting furniture placements, and Damian was- wiping away a tear. Not worth pointing out, because he’d deny it anyway, but your heart was bursting knowing the little guy wanted you near just as badly as you wanted to be close to him.

“Tim! Get over here, it’s group hug time!” Dick called, throwing an arm around Jason and Steph while you scooped up Damian, who for the second time that day, wasn’t fighting back. Tim crashed into the hug and your swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest with pride in your found family.

Tim’s phone vibrated and he shouted “Dick! You’re rich! The Bludhaven apartment just sold!” And Dick shrieked, “You put my apartment up for sale in a day!!” To which Damian shrugged, “not like there was anything in there after we were through.” Jason nodded in agreement saying: “yeah, you don’t even wanna know what plan B was if you said no to this place!” But Steph shushed him before he could divulge any more, most likely violent, secrets. You couldn’t help but grin knowing your family had your back no matter what, even if Dick was slightly concerned over his brother’s undying loyalty to you, it made staying in Gotham that much more worth it to you both.

“As your realtor I will be taking 15% of the profit! Gonna go meet the new tenants!” Tim called, beelining to the Zeta Tube before Dick could even try to tell him no. You gave Damian’s hair a ruffle, which he immediately tried to fix, as Jason and Steph nodded, knowing they could be over whenever, but you and Dick probably wanted a moment to get used to the new place.

And suddenly, it was quiet. The bustle of the Gotham streets was faint, and you walked through the apartment which was truly designed perfectly, imagining the dinner parties, late night adventures, and peaceful mornings you’d get to have in your new place.

“As much as I hate to admit it, they did good.” Dick broke the silence. You nodded in agreement, unable to wipe the heartfelt smile off your face, you gave him a peck and said, “They sure did, it feels good to be home.”

I hope you enjoyed!! Thank you again for the request!

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victoirey · 1 year

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hi! i’ve never done a request before but i read ur neteyam x reader and knew you’d do my thoughts justice 😭 okay, neteyam x omatikaya!f reader who comes along with the sully family to the metkayina clan. neteyam and reader are childhood best friends and they do nearly everything together, and during the battle when neteyam is recusing lo’ak and spider the reader pushes neteyam out of the way and gets shot protecting him. the reader can survive or not, it’s up to you. make it angsty pls! thank you so much in advance!

♡. "it was always him, in the end." —

synopsis / your love for neteyam knows no bounds.

gn!omaticayan!reader | angst. reader being down bad for neteyam because this is you guys we're talking about. i hate this, anon im sorry this sucks ASS

it was always him, in the end.

you would always love neteyam, as young as you are right now, you know your feelings wouldn't change. it was always ever him. you would always go back to him. every breath you took and step you take, it was all because of him. neteyam. neteyam, neteyam, neteyam, neteyam. he didn't know it yet, but there was someone out there who loved him more than they could ever love themselves. he just didn't know how close this person was to him.

you'd had always been by neteyam's side for as long as you could remember. you flied with him, fought with him, ran with him, ate with him— everything with him. you were inseparable. if someone asked neteyam who his ride or die was, he'd answer with "y/n." and his tone would be sure & certain. you'd smile at that thought. you'd smile at him in general.

you left behind your roots to go with him and his family— who at this point, saw you as one of their own. you left behind everything you knew in the forest, and you left behind who you were — because from then on, you would adapt to the metkayinan ways. you would adapt with him. everything was better if it was with him, you thought. everything was better.

sat on a marui pod, feet in the water, swishing and swoshing — unbothered by the way changed around you— because the only thing you could be bothered with was his ceaseless bickering. you whacked him, albeit playfully — as he mentioned something about you and aonung getting along too well. "aonung and i are nothing but acquaintances, neteyam— you know that, i know that, and you know what? i am pretty sure that aonung doesn't see me as anything more than a clueless nuisance!" you exclaimed, obviously tired of how the na'vi was treating you. neteyam only laughed, placing a hand on your hand nonchalantly.

your whole world blossomed.

you looked up at him, caught off guard by the sudden affection— eyes creasing as you smiled.

"you know," neteyam started, "the crap we're going through? it's tolerable. 'cause of you. you make it fun enough." he admitted, quietly.

it was as if he set you free. it was so random, but it was like ridding you of all your anxieties and that's why you loved him— that's when you knew. you were always inlove with him. you just didn't know you were because you were too busy being focused on him & loving him & cherishing him and—

being his, before he even knew it.

it was always him, in the end.

he was where all your thoughts stemmed from, where they returned to in times of anxiety. it was neteyam's voice you'd imagine lulling you to sleep, loving mutters of his imagined love for you. it was always him you'd return to, after a battle gone awry— because you wanted to make sure he was alive.

it was always him you'd return to.

so it was no surprise when you returned to him in the midst of battle, watching him fight alone as he distracted them from his siblings. the only thing that crossed your mind in those few seconds were—

help him.

help him, help him, help him.

and so you did.

you came to his aid, kicking one of the skydemons over— and you took a hit for him. you flinched at the sting, but you didn't waver anymore. you could only look at him. neteyam.

neteyam, neteyam, neteyam.

when you met him, both of you at the ripe age of five, all you ever really wanted to do was talk to him. to impress him. to befriend him. now, at the end of your life, all of your thoughts go back to him.

will he be okay? what will become of him? will he remember me?

will he remember me?

it was always him, at the end.

"y/n! Y/N!" he cried, shaking you — trying to get you to wake up, trying to get you to smile at him again— but to no avail. he laid your head on the rock ever so gently, hoping that you'd be touched at his gentleness like you always were— hoping you'd live, by some miracle done by Eywa. he cried, holding your hand to his face and kissing it tenderly.

"y/n—" he hiccuped, unable to finish his sentence. he hoped you'd be able to hear him, anyway. wherever you were. perhaps you were waiting for him, with Eywa? to cross. he hopes he won't leave you waiting for too long. it's as if your life flashes before his eyes, memories of you replaying in his head— and he realizes;

he's always been with you. everytime you weren't there, he'd listen to the seas and go— "they'd like this." everytime he passed by a plant, he'd think, "I'll give it to them, someday." everytime he ate tasty food, he'd go "they'd love this!" — and through all those moments, in some way, you were there with him. because he could never let you go.

"y/n, listen to me one last time, okay?" he starts, voice shaky as he leans in — whispering something only you can hear. a secret you'll keep.

"I love you."

he says what he needs to say, and leans away. he stays with you, your head in his lap— for the rest of the battle. he protects you like you're alive, because in some way, you are. in the trees, in the seas, in everywhere. neteyam sighs tiredly, having dealt with enough these past weeks, and now— dealing with your death. he mourns you in the silence he has been given, either from the fact his ears are ringing, or the battle has paused.

"it was always you, in the end, wasn't it?"

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pandorxxx · 1 year

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My favorite besties

Lo’ak (19) x tsireya (19) x metkayina fem reader (19)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, cursing, girl x girl, scissoring, oral, p in v, creampie.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

Ever since the sully family arrived to the Metkayina clan, lo’ak and tsireya had been inseparable. Although they were clearly attracted to each other, they were completely toxic. Arguing one day and then sneaking off to fuck each other the next. You knew all about this because tsireya was your best friend. She always talked about using you to make lo’ak jealous, but you never thought that she would truly go through with it.

“Tsireya where are we goingggg! It’s literally storming!” You whined as she yanked you through the forest by your wrist. She sighed loudly, turning back at you as she kept a steady pace forward.

“Ughhh, I told you! Lo’ak will be here any second. Who doesn’t love 2 hot girls rolling around in the rain???” She smiled, turning back around.

“Tsireya, I don’t wanna be the pawn in your little game with lo’ak.” You replied, yelling over the rain as it blurred your vision. She finally came to a stop, sitting down on the rock infront of her as she rang her hair out.

“Oh come on, y/n! It’s not like we haven’t done this before.” She smiled sadistically, pulling you to sit next to her. It was true, you and tsireya had done this before, but that was just the kind of relationship you had with her.

You rolled your eyes at her before chuckling. Tsireya turned to you, pushing a strand of wet hair behind your ear. A twig snapped, and her ears flicked in the direction of the sound.

“It’s him. Showtime!” She whispered, crashing her lips into yours. You kissed her back as your tongues fought for dominance. You bit her lip, bending it back before letting it pop back in place. Tsireya licked her lips before biting them as she laid you down on the rock, untying your top. She breifly looked in the direction of the trees to see a pair of yellow eyes looking directly at her.

Lo’ak watched the scene unfold. His jaw was dropped in shock, as he wiped the rain out of his face. He knew that you and tsireya had a playful relationship, but he never knew the severity of it. He was growing angry, but also aroused. Tsireya was HIS girl, but he just couldn’t bring himself to intervene.

Tsireya attached her lips to your nipple, swirling her tongue around it as she watched you squirm under her.

“Mmm, T-Tsireya?” You moaned, pushing her head up to meet her eyes. “Yes, bestie?” She asked with that sweet voice of hers, laying her pretty little head on your chest. You reached down to her loincloth, untying the knot for her. She shot her head up at you, grinning seductively.

“Let’s give him a REAL show.” You panted, throwing her loincloth to the side. Tsireya sat up slowly, trailing her hand down your lower abdomen to the band of your loincloth. She untied it, throwing it to the side before looking towards the trees again.

“No fucking way!” Lo’ak whispered angrily as he watched you two line up your cunts with each others. Before he knew it, you two were pleasuring each other.

“Mhmm just like that!” you moaned, reaching up to untie tsireya’s top. “You feel so goooodd, oh shittt!” Tsireya whimpered as she rolled her hips into yours. She held your leg over her shoulder, speeding up the pace.

“Tsireyaaaa!” you whined breathlessly throwing your head back as you felt her clit massaging yours. She ran her hand up your torso to you your neck, gripping in tightly.

“Mhmmm I know baby. You like that?” She moaned breathlessly, moving her pelvis up and down to meet your throbbing clit with ever roll of her hips. Both of your mouths flew opened in unison, and all that could be heard was squelching sounds, and loud panting.

Lo’ak watched as his hand wandered into his loincloth. He was jealous, but he couldn’t help but fall in love with the scene unfolding in-front of him.

“Mmm, fuck!” He muttered, smearing the precum around his tip, as he watched the two of you moan each others name.

“Y/n! Im almost thereee!” Tsireya whined as she felt your clit twitch against hers. You bit your lip in pure bliss, intertwining your fingers with hers as you both felt your release nearing.

“Mmm s-so good, just don’t stop!” You whimpered as your face contorted in pleasure. You starting meeting her half way, rolling your hips into hers. The knot in your stomach was building fast, and your eyebrows scrunched as your legs started to tremble.

“Don’t stoooppp, I’m fucking cumming!” You screamed, placing your hands on her waist to guide her just right. Her eyes rolled back as she started spazzing in your grasp.

“Yes yes yes!! I’m cumming!” Tsireya cried, and in sync, you both squirted on each other, moaning louder than ever.

Lo’aks eyes widened, quickly releasing his throbbing cock. “Woah.” He muttered, watching you two come down from your highs.

“You’re so good at that!” Tsireya chuckled breathlessly, massaging your breasts as she rolled her hips ever so slightly. You sat up to meet her dripping wet lips. You kissed her passionately, running your hands down to her ass, slapping it before griping it in your hand.

“I just follow your lead everytime, bestie!” You smiled into the kiss, pulling her on your lap.

“Amazing show ladies, loved the front row seat you left for me, tsireya!” Lo’ak shouted sarcastically as he clapped slowly, walking towards the both of you. Tsireya kissed you once more before turning her head towards lo’ak.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She bit her lip, holding you close to her chest. Lo’ak clenched his jaw in anger, before crossing his arms.

“Get up.” Lo’ak commanded, motioning for her to come over to him. She rolled her eyes before standing up swiftly, walking over to lo’ak.

“What, are you jealous? Beg for forgiveness, and I might take you back.” She chuckled, standing on her toes to get closer to his lips. He smiled, kissing her passionately before pulling away.

He grabbed her neck, pulling her closer than ever. “Why do you like to play this game when you know damn well…I play it better.” He growled before letting her neck go harshly, walking over to you. Your eyes widened, instantly shaking your head from side to side frantically.

“No, no, no! I don’t want to get involved.” You whimpered, extending your hand out to block lo’aks advances. He slapped your arm out of the way, pulling you on top of him as he sat on the rock.

“What the FUCK are you doing?” Tsireya yelled over the roaring rain, as she watched you straddling lo’ak, trembling in his arms.

“What? Are you jealous?” He glared at Tsireya , ripping his loincloth off before tapping his cock on your stomach. She huffed, chuckling in anger.

“Pstt! Absolutely not, I don’t care! Go ahead.” She gestured angrily as a delusional smile crept across her face. You snapped your neck, glaring at tsireya.

“GO AHEAD????” You shouted, trembling from the weather. Tsireya shrugged her shoulders at you nervously. Without breaking eye contact with tsireya, he lifted your ass off of his lap, slamming you down onto his cock. You cried in pleasure, throwing your head on his shoulder.

“She feels so good, tsireya!” He moaned, bouncing you up and down on his lap. Tsireya was so visibly angry as she watched lo’ak throw his head back in pleasure. You sat up on him, holding his shoulders as you bounced on his lap with no help. He smirked looking up at you, holding his hands up to show tsireya that you were fucking him by yourself.

“This is your best friend right?” He bit his lip snapping his head at tsireya. Her jaw dropped, watching you fuck her boyfriend as you moaned his name.

“Y/N! What the hell?!” Tsireya screamed, wiping the rain out of her face to make sure she was seeing right.

“Oooh, I-I-mmm fuck! I can’t help itttt!!” you whined, throwing your head back, riding Lo’ak relentlessly as you chased your orgasm.

“You better not cum on my boyfriend! I’ll kill you!” She huffed, pacing back and forth. Lo’ak snapped his head at tsireya.

“Oh, I’m your boyfriend again?” He smiled at tsireya, lifting a brow in confusion as he gripped your waist, pushing you down onto him at a fast pace. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his swollen tip graze your sweetspot.

“Mhmm lo’aaaak!” you whimpered, contorting your pretty little face in pleasure. He snapped his head back at you, as he watched you build up to your breaking point. He growled loudly, watching your breast jump up and down with each bounce to his lap.

“LO’AK!” Tsireya shouted trying to get his attention, but he was too busy watching you, almost in a trance. He held his finger up to tsireya, silencing her as he watched you in awe.

“You gonna cum for me, y/n? Huh?” He asked softly, looking up at you as your face was shot towards the sky.

“Mhmm, I’m almost there!” You whined, throwing your head back down to meet his eye contact. He bit his lip watching the rain droplets trail down your gorgeous body.

“Shit so am I…” he grunted, grabbing your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. Tsireya was furious, her plan failed miserably. The jealousness was consuming her, eating her from the inside out. She darted over to the two of you, trying to pry you off of him, but you wouldn’t budge.

“Nghhh-fuck- stop! Get o-off!” Tsireya yelled grabbing your waist from behind, trying desperately to get you off of him.

“Ok! Ok! , I-I’m almost there! pl- ahh- please just let me cum, a-and I’ll g-get off of him.” You panted, feeling your orgasm coming. Lo’ak huffed, grabbing Tsireya’s arm to bring her next to him.

“Kiss me.” He commanded, looking deep into tsireya’s eyes before inching closer to her. She pouted before leaning in to kiss him. He pulled tsireya in with one hand as he held your ass with another. The three of you finally in sync, and on the same page.

“Mmm tsireya? I-I’m sorry! But I-i can’t-“ you started, being cut off by her massaging your breasts again. She pulled away from lo’aks lips before speaking. “Just enjoy it because this is the last time.” She tilted her head at you before leaning into you. The two of your lips connected in a passionate kiss as you rolled your hips into lo’aks. He watched you both with fascination, realizing that he had both of you right where he wanted you.

“My favorite besties.” Lo’ak grinned, watching you two swap spit just inches infront of his face. He licked his lips, joining in as you two welcomed him. The three of you kissing each other in sync, as your tongues dance around each others.

“lay back, lo’ak.” Tsireya spoke softly. Her wet and wavy hair laying on either sides of her cheek, as she glared at him. He trailed her soaking wet body before looking back into her eyes. He leaned back slowly, still bouncing you on his lap. The position shifted for you, allowing him to to impale you deeper than before.

“Mhmmm you’re gonna make me fucking cum!” You chuckled in pleasure, as you looked him in his eyes. Your beautifully wet curly hair flowing down either sides of your face as the rain hit your gorgeous body just right. Lo’ak watched you in awe, mouth slightly agape as he eyed you up and down. He slapped your ass one good time before looking back at tsireya.

“Come take a seat, mama.” He smiled, licking his lips as he watched her straddle him backwards to face you. She scooted back so that her cunt was on his lips. He immediately devoured her, French kissing her cunt and flicking her clit with his tongue.

“Ohhh fuck, just like that baby!” Tsireya moaned, eyeing you up and down. You bit your lip, leaning closer to her.

“Tsireya, I-I love you so much, I-I’m so sorry!” You whined, contorting your face in pleasure as you bounce on lo’aks lap at a steady pace.

“Mhmm, I-I love you too, bestie.” She moaned before leaning in, finally breaking the tension. You two indulged in a lustful kiss, quenching the craving of each others lips. Both of you felt your highs approaching as you moaned in each others mouths.

“Like music to my fucking ears.” Lo’ak growled into tsireya’s cunt, gripping her ass. The vibration sent shockwaves through her body, causing her legs to shake.

“Ohhh y/n, I’m gonna cum!” She whined, pulling you closer by your dripping wet hair. You kissed her lips sloppily, feeling the knot tighten in your stomach.

“Mhmm let’s cum at the same time!” You moaned breathlessly, rolling your hips into lo’aks. You snaked your hand up to tsireya’s neck, griping it tightly.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck! I’m cumming lo’ak!” Tsireya screamed, looking into your eyes.

“Yesss! Me too lo’aaaak!” You screamed with your best friend, holding her close as you both shook violently, moaning his name. He detached from tsireya’s clit, balling his face up in pleasure.

“Ohhhh shit!” He growled as his cock twitched inside of you. His eyes rolled back as his legs shook underneath you. You felt him paint your walls, as he thrusted up into you slowly. All that could be heard was loud panting as all three of struggled to catch your breaths. You finally pulled up off of lo’ak, falling over as you held on tightly to tsireya. She fell on top of you and you both laughed hysterically before pecking each other on the lips.

“You don’t kiss me NEARLY as much as you kiss y/n!” Lo’ak shouted jealously as he sat up on his elbows, watching you kiss his girlfriend a couple more times.

“Becaaaause, you talk too much. How can I kiss you when your mouth is constantly moving?” She chuckled, sitting up on you, straddling your lap. He rolled his eyes, sitting up completely.

“Let’s do this again sometime.” he bit his lip, observing the position you two were in. Your eyes widened, shaking your head frantically.

“No way, I’m not getting in the middle of you two anymore!” You explained, as you looked between the two of them. You sat up, wrapping tsireya in your arms as you laid your head on her chest. Lo’ak watched how close you two were, even after the three of you were finished.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you two had done this before.” Lo’ak chuckled, looking into the stormy sky. You and tsireya stared at each other with wide eyes, before silently laughing in each others arms.

Some things are just better left unsaid.

First story of the week! What do we thiiiinnnnk? I really like it y’all, I think the rain adds something to it. Anyways, I love y’all to death and I’ll talk to y’all soon.

Outtie🖖🏾❤️,

Pandorxx

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Neteyam who?

(Pt. 2 to Good Luck Finding Better)

Based off this request!

Pairing: Dilf Jake Sully x fem omatikaya reader

Warnings: HEAVY SMUTTT, darkish Jake?(rougher than the previous part), p in v, oral, spitting in face, dom Jake, creampie, a lil face smacking, lots of dirty talk, think that’s it but lmk if I missed anything

W/c: 2.8k

A/n: hey y’all, sorry this took longer than I wanted it to but schools been kicking my ass. I hope you all and the anon who requested this enjoys!! Dilf Jake is my guilty pleasure 😈😈

As the sun rose the next day, you slowly blinked your eyes open. You immediately felt soreness in your muscles, especially in a particular region between your legs. Then the realization dawned on you and you remember what happened last night. You wondered if it was a dream or if it really happened. You gasped as you noticed the cum seeping out of your hole onto the bed and decided that was enough evidence to confirm you weren’t dreaming.

You stayed alone in your hut for 2 hours, refusing to go into the village and overthinking last nights’ events. What were you gonna say to Jake now? Or Neteyam? Nothing would ever be the same! You fucked your Olo’eyktan, a whole married man! And he was your best friends dad, to make matters worse. You felt shame and wished you knew what to do.

By now you were hungry and it was well past breakfast time. You had to leave sometime, you couldn’t just stay in here forever. So you begrudgingly got yourself ready and tried to clean the mess between your legs. You were fearful everyone would be able to smell exactly who left their seed in you. So you tried to cover it up by dabbing your strongest smelling oil that you had on your inner thigh. It would have to work.

Just as you were about to walk out of the door and face your fears, a familiar face appears. And speak of the devil, it’s Jake.

He was smiling mischievously down at you, and you just looked up at him angrily and crossed your arms.

“Get out of here.” You demand sharply.

“Excuse me?” He scrunches his eyebrows in confusion and tilts his head to the side, scanning you over with his intense gaze. Part of you wants to cower but you kept going.

“Last night was a mistake,” you explained, “I was in a vulnerable state and you knew it.” You said as you poked his chest hard with your pointer finger. “And now I’ve probably lost my best friend because of you.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Jake holds his hands up to stop you. “If I remember correctly, that skxawng rejected you and I came to make you feel better. To which you had seemed to thoroughly enjoy,” he cockily smirked and you blushed, looking away with a pout. “Why are you mad at me and not my son?”

“Because he means more to me than you do! You’ve ruined everything!” You yell at him without thinking.

He suddenly grabs your neck with one hand and brings you closer to his face. Your breath caught in your throat and you struggled to balance on your tippy toes.

“Watch your tone, girl. Don’t forget I’m still your leader” he lowly speaks, his hot breath was fanning over your face and causing your thighs to clench together.

“Fuck you.” you manage to spit out.

He lowly chuckles and seems to be amused. “You already did that, honey.”

You bare your teeth at him, it made you so angry he was taking this so lightly and nearly mocking you like this was some kind of joke.

“Let me the fuck go!” You choke out harshly, still barely touching the ground with your tip toes to hold you up, both your hands gripping his arm to help hold you up so you wouldn’t actually choke.

His smile grows bigger. He seemed to like having so much power over you.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he faked like he was actually thinking, “I think you look so pretty like this.” You fought and wiggled as much as you could, but it was to no avail. “You’re a feisty one, ain’t ya? I never knew that about you.” He muses.

Then something came over you as you decided you’d heard enough of him, and with no thought you spit in his face.

You surprised yourself more than you surprised him it seemed like. Your jaw drops at what you just did and he just blinks once. Most of it landed on his mouth and to your absolute horror he licks it up and groans in appreciation.

“Mmm you taste so good, baby.” He tenderly smiles and you look at him in disbelief. The bass in his voice and his vulgar display lights something inside of you.

He gathers the rest of your spit off his face on two fingers and puts it to your mouth, beckoning you to open and pushing his fingers inside.

“Suck.” He demands, still holding your neck with his other hand but he sets you lower so you’re back on your heels now at least.

You didn’t know why you listened to him, but you did. Maybe it was his authority, or maybe because you felt yourself heating up and loosing your resolve.

Once you sucked your own spit off his fingers he pulled them out. He was making intense eye contact with you to the point you couldn’t force yourself to look away, almost like you were hypnotized.

“Good, now swallow.” You did as you were told with no hesitation. It was like your body answered to him before your mind could tell you not to.

You stuck out your tongue to show your empty mouth. “Good fucking girl,” he said while lightly smacking your cheek a few times.

“You still wanna go talk to Neteyam?” He asks, feigning innocence and mocking you.

You shook your head no, the desperation in your eyes from him getting you riled up was obvious to him but he liked teasing you.

“Good. Get on your knees” he demands roughly.

You were a little surprised at his straightforwardness but you obeyed and sank down to your knees before him.

He gracefully unties his loincloth and his full erect cock springs up right in front of your face. You didn’t get to see it this close up last night but now you’re noticing how pretty it is. Long and girthy, sprinkled with tiny bioluminescent freckles all the way up to the dark purplish tip.

“Open up for me, pretty” he rasps while rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip.

Once again you do as your told, your body fully submitting to him. You stick your tongue out and he places his dick on it, tapping it a few times. You lick and swirl your tongue around his tip as he lets out a pleased sigh while his body relaxes. You close your lips around him and he places his hands on your head to tug you closer and take more of him.

“Think I need to fuck this pretty mouth, how’s that sound?” You moan in response and he pushes your head hard, making you take almost his entire length and you gag.

He chuckles while you choke on him. “Yeah, this bratty mouth just needed to be stuffed with some cock, that’s all” He groans and tosses his head back while feeling your tight throat sucking him in.

You were already a mess, spit running down your face and neck, and tears welled up in your eyes. He picked up his pace and now held your head in place as he thrusted himself into your mouth. You couldn’t do anything but just take it. You focused on breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat, trying not to gag.

“Oh fuck-“ he whimpered and bit his lip trying to suppress his moans. “Shit that’s good. You’re doing so fucking good for me,” he praised as he felt himself coming near.

Your nails were digging into his smooth thighs and your throat was stinging at this point but you honestly couldn’t get enough of him. Your lower belly was warm and had butterflies.

“Gonna cum in your throat and you’re gonna swallow it all, okay?” He panted.

You felt his body stiffen and his cock twitch before you felt the warm ropes of cum spilling in your mouth. It felt warm and smooth like honey and you greedily took it all.

He pulled out of your mouth once he finished and smiled proudly at you.

“Good girl, that’s what a good slut does. You learn so quick,” he said while grabbing your face and placing a sloppy smooch on your lips.

He graciously grabbed a small towel to wipe your tear stained face and the sticky drool off your body. You smiled deliriously up at him.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I haven’t forgotten about you,” he grins. “Bet that lil pussy feels so neglected right now, huh?”

You nod your head and could hardly wait any longer.

“Nuh uh, need to hear you say it. What do you need?” He asks while petting your hair as you were still on your knees.

“Need you! Need you and your cock, please” you outright begged like he wanted.

“Please what?”

“Please.. sir?”

“Mhmm. Atta girl,” Jake praised.

He crouched down to your level and started crawling to tower over you. Your eyes were glued on his lips and he seemed to understand since he connected your lips in a heated kiss. He felt warm and tasted sweet and earthy.

He guided you to lay all the way down and you felt his rough hands start exploring, first just on your arms but then he couldn’t help himself from touching your tits.

Slipping under your top he kneaded one of your breasts, still holding himself over you with his other hand. He slightly moaned into your kiss at the contact and then pinched your nipple, making you break the kiss.

“Mmm” you hummed and threw your head back in pleasure.

“Yeah? Is that it?”

You bit your lip trying not to sound too desperate but still shook your head yes, begging him with your eyes. He took that as more than enough permission to keep doing it how you liked. He shifted to balance on his knees and his other hand wasted no time by going to knead your other breast that was left out.

“So, so perfect,” he whispered admirably.

Then with no warning he ripped your top off, beads flying everywhere. Normally you would’ve been upset about the damage of your precious clothing but right now you couldn’t care less.

“This needs to go too,” he said while yanking off your loincloth. It kinda hurt, but again, you weren’t in your right mind at the moment. And he was clearly getting impatient.

“Fuck” he breathed while eyeing your form. “Pretty. So fucking pretty” he rubbed your leg gently, quite contradictory to his former display of roughness.

Deciding to take the lead now, you opened your legs up for him. You were propped up on your elbows so this position was picture-perfect, and Jake did indeed wish he had a camera for your pornographic pose.

He was practically salivating over you but he wasn’t gonna let you get the upper hand. Snapping out of it, he looks at you devilishly like he was gonna devour you whole. You notice his cock is already fully hard again. Fuck, he’s good you admitted in your head.

Your pussy was a mess, your juices coating your lips and running down your ass.

“Jake, please” you begged.

He stopped ogling you and practically pounced onto you. He stole your lips in a hungry kiss and God, you loved the way he tasted too. You fought for dominance with your clashing of tongues but of course he wins with his larger mouth. He was shoving his tongue far into your mouth trying to get everything he could take from you. And you let him.

You whimpered as your heart rates increased and the thrill was like no other. Yeah, you loved Neteyam as your best friend but Eywa, his dad made you feel like you were flying.

All that could be heard was heavy breathing because neither of you wanted to stop. Then you felt his five-fingered hand slide down to rub your inner thigh and you thought you could almost cum right then. It was dizzying and made your body feel fuzzy.

He finally stopped teasing around the area and touched you where you wanted him the most. You both gasped at the contact.

“Damn,” he breathed while coating his fingers in your slick, “Needy little thing”

He pushed his middle finger in your sopping cunt and it slid in easily. You moaned and looked at him.

He started finger fucking you and gained a rhythm, then slid in another digit to add to the stretch.

You closed your eyes shut and were making so many little sounds that he loved. He also loved the sight of you squirming in pleasure.

“Watch it” he gruffed

You obeyed his request and turned your eyes to the sinful scene. He had you spread wide open and was pistoning his two big fingers into you like there was no tomorrow, hitting all your sweet spots so perfectly. It was so good you were struggling to get any sounds out as your mouth stayed open in a silent scream.

You felt your impending orgasm coming quickly. He seemed to have picked up on this as he started rubbing your clit in circles, making your climax rip through you.

“JAKEEE” you screamed and arched your back as it wracked through your entire body, toes curling and grabbing his dreads for support.

“Fuck yes. Fuckkkk yes!” he praised as he kept pumping you with one hand and lightly spanking your clit with the other, prolonging your orgasm.

You slowly came down from it, panting and a bit dizzy. Your eyes looked heavy.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, I ain’t done with you yet, babe” he said while manhandling you to flip you over on all fours. You could barely hold yourself up on your arms as you felt tired so you slumped down on your face, ass up in the air.

“Now ain’t this a pretty sight,” Jake chuckled from behind you. You felt his tip prodding at your entrance that was still soaked from your arousal and orgasm.

With no warning he slammed himself inside.

“OH!!” You shot up, the intrusion catching you off guard.

“Had to get you awake somehow,” he laughed. “Now take this cock until I cum in your little pussy”

Before you could say anything he slid all the way out and slammed back in. Your eyes were almost popping out of your head at the fullness. He had to be in your stomach, you thought to yourself.

He grabbed onto your ass cheeks for leverage to pull you back onto him, setting a brutal pace. The skin slapping could probably be heard from the village.

“You feel so good.. such a good slut for me”

You clenched around him at his degrading comment.

“Oh yeah? You like being a lil whore? That’s all you are, hm?” he growled clenching his teeth, already lost in the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.

You moaned and whimpered below him, taking every inch of his dick.

“Bet you’d probably like Neteyam to see you getting fucked again” he taunted and you once again squeezed him tight as confirmation to his statement, “Yeah, I know,” he laughed, “it’s funny, ‘cause you try to act all innocent for everyone else. If only they could see you now”

You were hearing every word but truly didn’t care. Not right now, not when his dick was blissfully pounding your cervix and you feel another orgasm rolling in.

“Pleaseee” you whined.

“Please, what? One cock not enough for you?” he teased and smacked your ass.

“It is! Just please don’t stop!”

He sped up and thrusted harder into you.

“You gonna cum? Yeah you better cum for me,” he panted, feeling himself approaching his own high.

And just like that the coil in your lower tummy snapped. You cried out in ecstasy and he ate every bit of it up, boosting his ego.

“That’s it, baby” he cooed.

Then he felt his rip through him. “Gonna fill you up- fuck!” He whimpered “you won’t ever be able to get my smell off of you,” he promised while riding his out, his groans and little whimpers between words.

“This pussy is mine,” He made sure to milk out every last drop of his seed inside your pussy. He wanted to own you and mark you as his, so no other men could have you. He slipped his dick out carefully, making sure to not overstimulate you.

You were both fucked out beyond belief so you laid limp and he grabbed another towel to clean you up first, and then himself.

You smiled weakly at him and he smiled smugly in return. “So you gonna take back what you said earlier about wanting me to leave or do you like my company now?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and scooted back against him where you were laying down. “Shut up” you yawned.

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