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#and i put my head on her shoulder and what bliss that always is
li0nn3stuff · 3 days
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Aemond and his Italian girlfriend
English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Aemond x fem!Reader 
Warnings: smut
Aemond was just looking at his girlfriend getting ready, as he sat comfortably on the edge of the bed with his legs spread apart. She was tightening the belt of a dress, to a point where Aemond started doubting she could even breathe. She saw a little glimpse of pain cross her face, but as soon as she tied the belt she smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
“Doesn’t it hurt you?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Well, if beautiful you want to appear, you have to suffer a bit.” she answered, still looking with proudness at her reflection. Aemond almost laughed.
“What?” he asked amused.
“In Italian it sounds better.” she says, raising her shoulders. Aemond shakes his head.
“I’m pretty sure it remains meaningless just as it does in English.” he rolls his eye.
“It’s not meaningless! It’s true!” she immediately defends herself, crossing her arms to her chest and turning to look at him. Aemond gets up as she goes back to look at her reflection, he stands behind her, and he unties the belt, she groans in relief, making Aemond smile slightly.
“You’re beautiful.” he says, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’ll make sure to remind you everyday, so you won't come up with such ideas anymore. I don’t want to see you suffer.” he kisses her neck as she pouts.
“I can always look better.” she points out, Aemond shakes his head.
“You always look your best. My pretty, perfect girl.” he murmurs, nuzzling his face in her neck, breathing in her scent, as she blushes.
“You’re being cheesy.” she muses and he chuckles.
“Mhh, you want me to be something else?” he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back, pressing his body against her. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, but he can see that she is hiding a smile.
“Any other stupid Italian phrases I’ll have to make sure you’ll forget?” he asks, making her roll her eyes.
“Shut up.”  Aemond smiles and hugs her tighter, raising a hand to her neck, and gripping it, making her tilt her head to the side so he has more space to kiss her skin.
“We could go to Italy. I could fuck you in Rome.” he grinds lazily against her back.
“You know I’m not from Rome.” I whine as I push myself back.
“Doesn’t matter, I can fuck you everywhere.” he groans as her grips her hips and he press her firmly against him, keeping her still as he grinds faster.
“Aemond…” she whines as she puts her hands on the mirror to keep her balance.
“What do you need, mh? Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you, pretty one.”
“I need you…” she says as her breath starts getting heavier, and she pushes herself back.
“You have me, I’m right here.” he smirks as he moves her hair to one side as he keeps working his hardness against her buttocks. She whines louder as she lets her head fall back on his shoulder.
“Aemond…” her cheeks flushed, her eyes closed. She was a beautiful sight. She always was.
“Come on, say it.” he incites her as his grip on her hips tightens.
“Aemond… fuck me, please…” those words were music to his ears. He grabs her by the back of the neck and pushes her down, making her bend forward as he raises the skirt of her dress and he quickly unties his pants, staring at her buttcheeks.
“Want my cock so bad you’re already begging?” he pulls down his pants, letting them pool at his ankles as he pulls to the side her panties, and spreads her legs with his foot as he slowly fisten himself, to get completely hard.
“Yes, yes, I want it, please…” she turns her head to the side, trying to look at him as he positions himself, but he grabs her by her hair and turns her head towards the mirror.
“Want me to make you feel good?”
“Yes, pl- ah!” without preparation, the stretch of his cock was pure bliss, a bit painful, but it was such in a good way, it just made it more pleasurable. He forces himself to start with slow, gentle thrusts, to let her adapt at his length before he could speed up and fuck her brains out like he liked to.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight…” Aemond thought she was even tighter than usual, she squeezed him even more than she ususally do, so he knew that he would have never been able to keep this pace. He quickly starts thrusting harder, making her body jolt forward repeatedly, as she sobs and she claws at the mirror.
“A-Aem-ond…” she says, getting interrupted by his thrusts, and her gasps. He starts quickening the pace, digging his fingers in her buttoks, spreading them apart to have a better view of what he was doing to her, how his cock was stretching her wide open, how she was struggling to take him in. 
“You always look good baby.” he groans as he moves his arm back around her waist, his other hand wraps around her neck, pulling her back, keeping her back pressed to his front. “But now that I see you… you look better when you’re taking my cock- fuck-” He groans and he thrusts even faster, the room filled with the sound of his thighs slapping against her buttocks, her moans and his occasional grunts.
“Aemond… I want to cum, make me cum…”
“Yeah? You want to cum on my cock?” she nods eagerly, making him smirk.
He lets go of her neck and he puts his hand beside hers on the mirror, as his other drifts down to play with her pearl, making her moan out loud as her legs start shaking.
“Cum on my cock. Make it yours.”
“Holy- Aemond… fuck-” her legs shake more as she hits her orgasm, sucking him inside, squeezing him like a vice. Aemond opens his mouth and leans his head back, and she eagerly watches him lost in pleasure. His eyebrows knitting together, his pained expression and his mouth hanging open. He didn’t relent. He kept thrusting and thrusting, making her cry out and close her legs because of the overstimulation.
“Shh, just take it baby…” He groans as he leans his head on the back of hers, he opens his eye and he watches her reflection in the mirror, admiring her face of pure pleasure. Her eyes glossy, the desperation in her expression, as her body started to work her towards another orgasm thanks to his actions, her plump lips.
"Look at you, you look so pretty like this... so perfect... you're my perfect girl, aren't you?" he groans, she immediately nods her head.
"Yes- Yes, I'm your perfect girl, yours-" she sobs and he smiles proudly.
"Mine." he growls.
Aemond closed his eye again and quickened his pace, making her gasp in surprise as he pressed her more in the mirror.
“How about one more? Mh? One more and I’ll cum with you, yeah?” he says as he looks back down at her buttocks, he plays faster with her pearl, putting more pressure with his fingers.
“Aem- God… I… I’m…” she mumbles as he takes his hand off the mirror to grip at the skin of her hips, speeding up even more, barely taking it out of her, feeling his orgasm reach him too. He squeezes her flesh and he grunts loudly.
“Cum. Cum pretty girl, please.” 
That hit her, hearing Aemond asking her to come like this was so rare, and it just made her explode a second time, letting out a long moan of his name, he thrusts a few more times before actually stopping himself, after having filled her to the guts with his seed. She leans completely against the mirror, panting. Aemond kisses her cheek nussling his face in hers and caresses the back of her head with his hand as he leans towards the mirror too, careful not to crush her too much.
“You’re so good to me, pretty one.” she smiles softly at his words, and he pulls out, making her whine a bit. She turns around to face him, feeling his seed dripping down her thighs. Aemond smiles at her and he cups her face, kissing her passionately and softly. She hums in appreciation and she wraps her hand around his neck.
“So we’re going to Italy?”
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ghouljams · 16 hours
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Has Love ever held Bug for Birdie for any reason and has Ghost seen her if she did? I just want to watch Professor Ghost have a moment when he sees how sweet Love is with a baby.
Love and Birdie don't have many opportunities to cross paths, HOWEVER, you're so so right about Ghost seeing Love with a baby bestie and I'm going to make it happen.
Ghost follows after Gaz, the two men discussing last night's footie match as they weave through the education department's halls.
"You coming for dinner?" Gaz asks, "Soap's already invited himself."
"Not doin' anything else," Ghost hums, eyes scanning the various posters pinned around the halls. Children's drawings and calls for volunteers, internship opportunities. The education building has always given him a sort of squirmy feeling in his stomach. He can't help but think about his nephew, what grade he'd be going into, whether he'd be doing well. Gaz smacks his chest to pull him from his thoughts.
"Giving you a ride, may as well stay." Gaz grins, and Ghost rolls his eyes.
"Just don't go handing me the baby again," Ghost tells him as they turn the corner to Birdie's office. Ghost stops short, gaze sticking to Love as soon as he sees her. Gaz grabs his shoulder to stop him from turning around.
Love smiles, grins really, lighting up the hallway as Birdie chatters away about something. She's bouncing Gaz's baby in her arms, the infant's head tucks against her shoulder as she rocks and bounces. Birdie spots them and waves, Ghost has to force his feet to carry him forward as Gaz drags him into the thick of it. There's not much that scares Ghost, but babies? Terrifying. His eyes stick to Bug, the tiny thing has their fingers wrapped around Love's necklace, the rest of them lax and sleeping against her shoulder.
Birdie says something and Ghost grunts, his eyes moving from the baby back to the woman holding them. Love glances at him, cooing softly at Bug when they start to fuss. When he'd thought about marriage he hadn't imagined kids. There were certain things, specific dreams, that always seemed off limits to him, parts of the Riley lineage that were cursed. It had felt like a noble sacrifice to have the name die with him.
But there was Love, there was a baby, a future, sleeping under her gentle hand, and there was a warmth in Ghost's chest that he hadn't felt before. "You like kids?" He asks. Gaz and Birdie discussing evening plans beside them hardly seem to hear the question.
"They're alright," Love hums, "I never think I want any until someone puts a baby in my arms, then it's like all bets are off." She laughs, the motion of it hardly jostling the infant. Ghost watches the way her hand smooths over Bug's back, gentling every soft breath the infant takes. "What about you?"
"What about me?" The question catches him off guard. Love raises her brows.
"Do you like kids?" She bites down her teasing smile, her teeth tugging at her lip. Charming, every inch of her seems tailor made to tug at his heart. Ghost reaches to uncurl Bug's tight fist, easing the chain of her necklace out of the baby's grip.
"This one's ok," Ghost supplies, settling the necklace back against Love's chest, "Liked my nephew."
"It's easier when they're your kids," She tilts her head for him, her skin prickling at the touch of his fingers. Ghost wonders if his hands are that cold. He hums.
"It is."
"Do you want kids?" Love asks. Ghost's eyes dart to her face, she isn't looking at him. Ghost looks at the baby, glances at the way Birdie smiles and leans in to kiss Gaz, a picture of familial bliss.
"I didn't used to," Ghost answers after a moment. That feels like the truth. He didn't used to, he didn't think about them, but now all he can think of is Love and babies: how pretty she'd be with one of his on her hip, what they'd look like, if they'd have his hair or if they'd have her eyes. If they were with her... maybe he does want kids.
He should start looking at houses again. They're going to need a yard, and more than just the main/guest bedrooms. He could do it. What's one kid?
Actually one kid might get lonely, things were always better when he had Tommy.
What's two kids?
Unless they're fighting.
Ok, three kids. Three kids, Ghost can handle three kids if they're hers too.
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entitled-fangirl · 1 day
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Our needs.
Remus Lupin x reader
SMUT
18+ please and thank you and you're welcome
Summary: the reader is hesitant to go any further with Remus, and she finally tells him why. He is determined to prove her wrong.
Warnings: sweet dom!Remus, mentions of past partners, oral sex (F receiving), crude comments
Author's note: Is it hot in here, or is it just me?
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"Rem?" She asked quietly against his lips.
Remus immediately pulled away His gaze turned worried, "What, love? Something wrong?"
She stares at him apprehensively. 
He gives her a reassuring smile, "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
He recognized the pattern she went through. How she always pushed him away when things were starting to get heated. But, he patiently awaited until she was ready to talk about it.
She takes a deep breath, "it's just… I don't know… I don't know if I can…"
His eyebrows furrow. He kisses her head gently before letting his deep brown eyes rake over her face. "Don't know what?"
Her face turns red as she buries her head into his shoulder. "I don't think I can cum."
He gently pulls the hair on the back of her neck so she'll look at him, "You can't, or you haven't?"
She gives a small shrug in worry. 
He chuckles under his breath, "You've been with someone else, haven't you?"
She nods.
He tilts his head in fake sympathy, "Poor baby. That boy couldn't make you cum, could he?"
Y/N looked away in embarrassment at his crude language, but he grabbed her jaw with his free hand, making her look at him. "Hey," he reprimanded. 
Her doe-eyes stared up at his.
He couldn't help but smile, "That's the difference between a boy and a man. A boy will put his own needs before yours. But, have you even been with a man, love?"
She hesitantly shakes her head. 
He leaned in close to her, letting his breath caress her face, "Your needs are my needs."
He gave her a gentle kiss and began to move down her body, kissing and nipping playfully as he went.
He loved the way her body responded to him.
She had never felt like this before.
The tightening in her stomach was almost painful.
All due to Remus's sweet tongue consistently lapping between her legs.
Her hand found itself in the messy curls on his head at the beginning, and he practically groaned at the feeling of her unconsciously pulling at it.
"Remus… Re… please," she begged.
"Please, what?" He muttered teasingly.
"Make it… make it go away."
He pulled back, his concerned gaze returning like before, "Does it not feel good? Does it hurt?"
She shook her head, "'s just too much…"
He chuckles, "Too much, how?"
She groaned, "I don't know."
Remus leaned forward and stretched his arm to wipe some sweat from her forehead, "Feels funny?"
She nods.
He sucked on his teeth, "That's how it's supposed to feel. It gets better, I promise. May I continue?" He asked as if he was the one getting pleasure for his actions.
And let's be honest, he was.
When she nods at him, he moves back.
Her body jerked as his nose brushed against her clit. She let out a whine at the unfamiliar feeling.
He grunts and wraps his arms around her thighs, keeping her from being able to wiggle around.
The spring in her stomach tightens again and the feeling returns.
She lets out an involuntary moan, blushing at the sound.
Remus groaned, vibrating everything between her legs, "Mmm. You sound lovely. You get that feeling again?"
She lets out a soft breath to answer his question. 
He smiles against her, "Good. Give into it. Let me make you feel good. You trust me?"
Her hand pulls at his curls again, "Please, Rem."
He couldn't help his teasing, "Please, what?"
She groaned, "Please, help me feel good, Remus. Please."
Remus laughed, "Anything you need."
She moaned again as the feeling continued.
If was like she was on fire, but also in ice.
Indescribable. 
The spring tightened until she thought she would snap. 
And the spring snapped.
She let out a shaky breath as she was overcome by a feeling of bliss and overstimulation.
But Remus didn't stop.
Not until she gently pulled at his hair, "Rem, please. Hurts..."
He leaned back, admiring his handiwork. "Pretty girl. Did so good for me."
His hands gently swiped the liquid onto his fingers, licking them sensually.
She spent the time catching her breath, not trusting her body to help her sit up.
He smiled and crawled over her. Another gentle kiss, but she cringed at the taste of herself on his lips.
"What?" He asked, "Don't like it? I think you taste wonderful. I'd have it be every meal if you'd let me."
Her cheeks blushed again and she caresses his curly hair, "Th..thank you, Remus."
"No problem, love. Just taking care of our needs, am I not?"
She nods.
His face rose with a cheeky smile, "Think I'll get to do it again soon?"
She smiled shyly at him.
Of course, he'd do it again soon.
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geltears · 2 months
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3's a crowd
(dad) Nanami Kento x Reader
Nanami works hard to give his daughter another sibling cw: shameless smut, dad!Nanami, fem!reader, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, breeding, fingering, spit kink, pure filth, dirty-talk -> prequel of heart throb
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Nanami's heart pounds in his chest as he walks back to your shared bedroom. Your daughter's words have left his mind reeling, heart thrashing like a bird in a cage as her words replay on a loop.
"All my friends have siblings, I wanna be a big sister too."
Namiko was young, clueless and entirely oblivious to the true extent of what she had just asked of him. She was a cute baby,— she is an adorable child—and he honestly wouldn't mind another. He doesn't realise where his feet have taken him until he bounces his toe on the foot of your bed, groaning in pain soon after.
When you look up from your book, your eyebrows are scrunched in worry as you reach for your husband's arm. Like a pre-mature teenage boy, his cock twitches in his pants at the mere feel of your skin on his.
"Nami? Everything alright?"
"Mhm," he hums, "There's just something we need to talk about."
Nanami's breath becomes more rapid as he moves closer to you on the bed and his tongue seems to have a mind of it's own, desperate to speak to you, "Namiko wants a sibling."
His words are punctuated by the rough pads of his fingers rubbing loving circles into your clit through your thin panties as he tries to get you in the mood and it suddenly becomes all too clear what his intentions are--
He plans to give her the sibling she so desperately wants.
Your husband is large as he crawls on top of you, his big burly shoulders easily overshadow your frame and it makes your pussy twitch in anticipation. Your heart is thumping savagely in your chest with the rapid rise and fall of your tits— if Nanami was a bit sicker he would've slipped them into his big palms: one tit per hand and he would fondle and tease your sensitive nipples until you were leaking through your panties against his knee.
But Nanami is impatient, eager to bury every inch of his throbbing cock in your tight heat and ruin you until he was sure there was another little blonde baby in your belly.
He leans down to capture your lips in a sloppy and mushy kiss, "Hmm. Another baby wouldn't be so bad, right?" he breathes against your lips.
You've been married for years but you feel filthy with the way he's speaking to you, string of spit still connecting your lips and glistening in your dimly lit room.
"We make cute babies," you agree, in the way that a woman does when her husband plucks the stars out of the sky for her, "Make me a mommy again, Ken."
He shivers at your tone, feeling very much like a virgin again- Had his wife always been this coy? Or were the hearts in your eyes just extra big tonight?
You whimper at the feel of his ring and middle fingers easing into you, cold metal of his wedding ring pressing snuggly against your pussy. Nanami bends down to get an eye-level view of your pussy, hot breath fanning against your slick folds as he regards, "I love you and your sloppy cunt."
He keeps his fingers nestled against that squishy spot that makes your toes curl and digs them in to rub deliciously at your sweet spot and spits a fat glob of spit onto your clit.
"Hngg right there Ken."
And then he's sucking your throbbing clit into his mouth, tongue swirling as he steadily thrusts his fingers in and out of you until your thighs are shaking around his head. He eats your pussy through your orgasm, loving gaze drinking in your blissful expression as his tongue teases your hole to taste your cum.
"Nami kiss me," you're practically begging, flimsy arms outstretched to take him into your embrace.
You suck his tongue into your mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue in a way so lewd that both your faces flush bright red. His gaze is filled with nothing but love and lust— you think you could get pregnant just from the way he's ogling you.
"Nami- Nami put it in," you gasp, small hands fumbling with his belt as you try to get to his cock, "Please, Ken."
Nanami swats your hand away sternly.
"Lie back," he says and you obey gingerly. "Now show me your cunt."
When he thinks you're taking too long, he reaches down himself and spreads your legs to reveal your glistening cunt to the cold air. Your hole twitches under his stare, clenching around nothing as you desperately wait for him to fuck you.
Nanami is in love with you, he has been since senior year and he'll stay in love with you even after you're both dead. He'd do anything for you so he's determine to give you another baby.
It'll have your eyes— just like your little girl— he thinks and presses the leaking tip of his cock into you. "Oh god- Kento, you're so fucking big," you squeal, "I can't take it- Nonono."
He shushes you softly with a kiss, one that instantly makes you loosen up a bit and lets him push another inch into you. "I know," he whispers against your skin, "How're you gonna give me a baby if you won't even let me in?"
Desperate to please your husband, you cunt seems to welcome him gracefully, making wet sounds as he bottoms out. His moan as his balls press against your ass is sinful, making you groan all the same.
You squeeze your eyes shut, heat pooling in your belly as he twitches inside you. He's so big and thick and you love him and his fat cock. When you start to hump yourself against his cock, he squeezes your hip roughly and draws his hips back until just the tip is still nestled inside your cunt.
Your slick bubbles out of your hole around his tip and squelches when his hips slam back into you. "Pussy's fucking soaked- she's begging me for a baby." You whine in response, pretty manicured nails raking down his back in an attempt to keep him deep inside of you.
The tip of his cock bumps deliciously against your cervix and tears dribble from the corners of your eyes. He feels so fucking good- this is what it's like to have sex to make a baby. A baby born of love.
"Yesyesyes, cum in me Nami," you babble, mind lost with pleasure, "Gimme your cum- put a baby in me."
His pace is rabid now, hips shaking like a dog as he fucks into you wildly. His balls smack against your ass and your pussy squeezes him like a vice, working to milk him for all he's worth— for your precious baby. And he'll give it to you- he'll fill you up and keep your pussy stuffed of him until you're both satisfied.
"Tell me you want my baby- tell me you want me," he rasps. His hand snakes between your sweaty bodies to fiddle with your clit. He flicks it softly and rolls your wet nub between his fingers, pushing you closer to the edge.
"C'mon say it and I'll make you cum all over my cock."
"I want your baby, Nami! I only want you," your words slur as he cuts you off with a sweet kiss.
He meshes his tongue with yours and fucks your throat with his tongue as his cock plunges roughly into you. He makes you pussy sore and your heart ache as your entire body shakes and convulses in a series of bursts. And your pussy becomes so impossibly tight that he's got no choice but to slot his hips against yours and buck strangely into you as he cums.
He cums in hot, thick spurts and he makes sure to press his tip right up against the depths of your cunt so it all rests nicely in your belly.
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Ao3
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rafecameroninterlude · 2 months
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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader
warnings: best friend’s brother, manipulation, slight angst, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, slapping, slight praise, sarah is so fake tbh
word count: 1.3k
a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb but i got a little carried away lmao. all note’s and reblogs mean the world to me <3 mini series masterlist can be found here
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“fuck, all i could think about was tasting this pretty pussy again.” rafe draped his arm over you, his hand pressing down onto your stomach. you mewled at his words, your hand coming down to intertwine with his. “ah, fuck.” you whimpered, your back arching off the soft sheets. rafe’s grip on your thigh was bruising, his fingertips digging into your skin as he continuously pushed you towards the edge of euphoria. “look at me.” he delivered a slap to your cunt, the stinging sensation making you jump in his hold.
glancing down at him like he requested, you watched as he inserted two fingers into you, your eyes nearly rolling back in your head at the delicious stretch of his digits. “you see how good you take my fingers? huh, pretty girl, you see that?” you moaned as he brought his soaked fingers to his mouth, sucking off your juices. “i can’t be loud, rafe.” you sucked in a breath when he slapped you once more. “why? because sarah’s downstairs?” he laughed, snaking his way up your body. “because she’d have a bitch fit if she caught you fucking her brother?” he taunted, forcing your thighs open.
without warning, he slid into you, your hand flying to cover your mouth. rafe’s head fell on your shoulder, his noises shooting straight to your core. “holy fuck, y/n.” he started moving slow, your moans muffled by the palm you still had against your lips. rafe looked up, his eyes darkening as he picked up the pace, knowing it’d be impossible for you to keep quiet. finally you moved your hand, gasping for air as rafe hooked both of your legs on top of his shoulders. just when you thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he put you in this position and now you were sure you were seeing stars.
“i can’t!-” you cried when rafe began rubbing tight circles on your clit, his abs flexing with every thrust. “you’re gonna fucking take what i give you.” he grunted, meeting your teary gaze. there was nothing that satisfied rafe more than seeing you all fucked out because of him. your hooded eyes, swollen lips, flushed cheeks, in his opinion you looked the prettiest when he made a mess out of you. “r-rafe,” your thighs started trembling, both of your movements stuttering as you neared your sweet release. you watched as rafe’s adam’s apple bobbed, his eyebrows knitting when he threw his head back.
“cum with me.” he leaned down, taking your lips in a searing kiss as you both tipped over the edge. losing all sense of awareness, your nails dug into his arm as you let out a sound that was between a wail and scream. rafe held you tighter as you felt the warmth of his cum fill you up, his breaths turning into pants as you clenched around him. “you’re so fucking perfect.” he whispered into your neck, your heart pounding in your ears. with a final kiss, he pulled out, collapsing on top of you as your eyes fluttered shut. “fuck.” rafe rolled over, pulling you into his arms.
you wanted nothing more than to stay in rafe’s room, in his bed, smelling his cologne, and falling asleep in your post orgasm bliss, but with sarah waiting for you downstairs you knew you’d have to get up soon. “stay.” you could always leave it to rafe to somehow know what was running through your mind. “i can’t rafe, you know that.” you attempted to move, but rafe didn’t budge, his arms locking you in the way they usually did when you’d tell him you had to leave. “god knows what sarah heard,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, your reailty setting back in.
“she didn’t hear shit, that tv is loud as fuck.” rafe let go of you, the cool air engulfing you instead. “i’m sorry.” you got up, pulling on your underwear, and grabbing your sweatshirt from the corner of the room. rafe watched you get dressed, shaking his head as you did so. “she’s such a shitty friend to you, i don’t know why you care so much.” rafe was mad, you knew that. “she’s my best friend.” you turned, both of you glaring at each other now. “your best friend?” he scoffed, tossing the covers and getting dressed himself. “the same best friend that uses you as a cover up so she can go hang out with pogues instead?” rafe knew he struck a chord when you blinked away tears.
“what kind of ‘best friend’ ditches you on your birthday just to go hang out at some shithole house and do nothing?” rafe kneeled in front of you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “you’re too good to be her friend,” he kissed you, “fuck her.” rafe wiped your damp cheeks. before you can say anything, sarah yelled. “y/n! pizza’s here!” you and rafe looked at each other, his shoulders falling in defeat when you pushed him away. “i better go.” you quickly ran your fingers through your hair, stealing a glance of yourself in rafe’s mirror. you hated yourself in this moment, knowing rafe was watching you leave him, again.
“what took you so long, you alright?” sarah didn’t look up from her phone, rafe’s words repeating themselves in your head. “yeah, yeah, just had to answer my moms call,” you lied, taking a seat on the couch. sarah paused the movie just in time for you to hear rafe’s door shut from upstairs. “hey, so i was gonna ask you something.” sarah turned towards you. your eyes traveled to rafe, who was already staring you down as he took out two plates from the cabinet. “my dad is literally so annoying, he updated the security system because wheezie snitched me out, but since him, rose, and wheezie are gone, i was thinking maybe you could watch the house for me… like overnight?” and there it was. the entire reason why she asked you to come over in the first place, not because you’re her best friend and she wanted to have a movie night like y’all used too, but because she needed you to cover her ass again.
there was a loud crash in the kitchen, both you and sarah jumping at the noise, “my hand slipped.” rafe looked pissed. you and him both knew the plate crashing on the floor wasn’t an accident. “anyways,” sarah rolled her eyes, “do you think you can do that for me?” she grabbed your shoulders. “pleaseeeee,” you could feel the burn of rafe’s gaze on the side of your face. “uhm.. yeah, okay sure.” you felt so stupid right now. “thank you!” she shot up from the sofa, swinging a backpack over her shoulder as she made her way to the back door. “if my dad calls asking about the back door opening, just tell him we were in the pool.” she waved, running outside.
you stood there, staring at nothing while your ears rung. she knew you were gonna say yes, for fuck’s sake, she already had a bag packed. rafe closed the door, moving the giant curtain to conceal you both. instead of saying ‘i told you so.’ he took you in his embrace, your arms wrapping around him like it was muscle memory. “don’t even be upset.” his hands massaged your lower back. you took in his familiar scent, shaking your head. “i don’t care anymore.” you kissed him, allowing him to lead you to the kitchen island where the pizza was. “you know, i grabbed two plates for a reason.” you accepted the plate with two slices on it. “i knew she was gonna leave, and i knew she was gonna leave us two alone for the night.” he pulled you against him, his erection digging into your back.
“how about round two? and this time you can be as loud as you want?”
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sunnyaelia · 24 days
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Hickeys and Concealer
Got several asks who wanted more jealous/possessive Alexia so here you go :)
Quite suggestive at one point and Alexia lowkey being toxic but who cares my pookie can do no wrong 🥰
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“If you keep covering those marks up I’m gonna have to add something more obvious” 
You raise your eyebrows at the words of Alexia as you look through the mirror at your girlfriend who’s currently leaning against the doorway to the bathroom, arms crossed and a displeased frown on her face. You were trying your absolutely hardest to cover up the various hickeys she had left on you last night and the night before and the night before that one too. Alexia had always been possessive, hands constantly all over you, tugging you into her side whenever someone even dared to look at you and one arm around you at all times. She also loved posting snippets of you that didn’t show your face but made obvious that she was taken, wanting to show you off despite being the one who wanted to keep the relationship on the down low. You hadn’t minded and you also didn’t mind the various bruises she left all over you in order to claim you - until she suddenly started leaving them on your neck too - a place where it was pretty hard to cover up. 
To be completely honest, you hadn’t complained last night or the two times before when she had done it, more than happy to let her have her way with you as you couldn’t really resist your girlfriend and her mouth. The reward for your good behaviour had followed suit, you were still aching down there from the countless times she had made you come last night, losing all track of thoughts after the third one. 
Now you were certainly regretting not stopping her constant sucking on your neck because the entire skin was basically purple and red and you had to pull out the green and yellow concealer to do a colour correction since your usual concealer wasn’t doing the trick. 
Normally Alexia just sent you a cheeky smile whenever you had to change your clothes to something longer to hide the hickeys on your stomach, chest or thighs. She wasn’t amused in the slightest right now though, the annoyance clear as you kept dabbing more concealer onto the part of your skin that wasn’t hidden well enough with the turtle neck you had opted to wear. You winced at how sensitive the area felt, though you couldn’t deny that it was hot how your girlfriend was apparently trying to ensure everyone knew you were taken. You were just a bit lost on why now all of a sudden, since you had spent the last few months in a blissful bubble of peace and quiet with your private relationship and Alexia being keen on showing only a bit of you so nobody would recognise who you were - scared you’d have to deal with weird comments. 
She stepped closer to you now, her hands finding your waist as she pulled you back into her, taking the concealer out of your hands and closing it. 
“I don’t like it when you cover them up. I put them there for a reason amor.” Her voice was low, eyes fixed on yours in the mirror with a stern expression on her face. You couldn’t help but grin, the open confession that she apparently wanted to claim you was making you feel giddy inside and you couldn’t help but tease her a tiny bit. 
“Feeling possessive?” 
Alexia was less amused, her head leaning forward to place it onto your shoulder as she tightened her grip around your waist. 
“So what? You’re my girlfriend. I’m allowed to be possessive.” 
You watched as she grabbed one of the make up wipes from the box, folding it once before handing it to you. 
“Wipe it off.” 
You frowned, for a moment confused on what she meant. She saw you hesitate and got clearer. 
“The concealer. Wipe it off.” 
You grabbed the wipe a bit tighter wanting to ask her first why before you did it, though it apparently took too long for Alexia who gave your midsection she was still holding a squeeze with her hand and fixed you in the mirror with a strong intensity in her eyes. 
“I’m not going to tell you again.” 
“Tell me why and I’ll do it.” She hummed at your response, her gaze staying on you as she answered. 
“I’m not a fan of your little friend. I don’t like the way she looks at you so we’re going to make sure she knows you’re taken. By me.” 
You were lost again for a second, all your friends knew you were with Alexia of course. Seeing that you weren’t sure who she meant, your girlfriend pulled her phone out of her back pocket, one hand still holding your waist as she scrolled for a moment and showed you a picture from instagram. 
“This one.” 
It was friend of a friend, someone you barely even talked to since you two didn’t interact much. You hadn’t even noticed that she was apparently interested in you, though that wasn’t your strong suit anyway, often not realising when someone was outright flirting with you. She was part of the group you and Alexia were getting ready to meet this evening, hence your girlfriend wanting to mark her territory apparently. 
You met Alexia’s eyes in the mirror again as she waited to see your next move. She could technically do it for you but she wanted you to do it, wanted to see you listening to her and doing as she said.
And you did. Taking the wipe you winced again as you had to rub it a bit over your already bruised skin. You half mindedly felt Alexia’s hand that was holding your waist slip underneath your shirt, softly caressing the skin there to comfort you. After the insane amount of concealer you had needed, you had to grab a second wipe, though this time Alexia took it from you and wiped your neck down herself. She was very careful, not rubbing over it at all and taking her time to gently remove the makeup. It took a while and you had to wash your neck properly afterwards in a bit of an awkward angle to get rid of the stickiness of the wipes, but once you were done Alexia was smiling at you all happy, shamelessly checking you out in the mirror as her other hand met her first and tugged your back flush into her front. 
She leaned down, pressing a few light kisses to the now perfectly visible hickeys onto your neck while one hand wandered up and tilted your head towards the ceiling with a grip on your jaw to give her better access. When she pulled away she had that infuriatingly attractive smirk on her face again, meeting your eyes in the mirror once more as she slowly moved your head back into its normal position again, the hold she had on your face not letting up though it wasn’t uncomfortable. You felt your cheeks heat up at the way she was looking at you, clearly thinking some less than appropriate thoughts as her eyes raked over your body appreciatively. 
“So pretty. And all mine.” 
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notjustjavierpena · 1 month
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Te Quiero, a Husband!Javier Valentine’s Special
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A/N: This is for all my readers who have wanted to get an insight into Hubby and Wife’s dynamic, backstory and family life. I hope you enjoy it because I put my heart into this mess of a fic. Thank you @strang3lov3 for always inspiring me, thank you @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for always being a great beta-reader and here’s to @morallyinept who told me to tag her in any V-Day fic I post!l
Summary: Your husband has made big plans for Valentine's Day, beginning with breakfast in bed, but not everything goes as smoothly as expected, and suddenly you are faced with a big surprise. 
Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader/You (No y/n)
Tags: +18, hubby!Javier, tooth-rotting domestic bliss, breastfeeding, playful banter, Chucho makes an appearance!!, siblings being siblings, Javi loving you and his kids, negative feelings about your mom-body, insecurity/comfort, spontaneous sex, pussy eating, (Spanish) dirty talk, fingering, unprotected piv sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, silly people in love, LOTS of kisses, lots of i love yous, mention of pregnancy and its symptoms    
Word count: 11.7k (i am so sorry)
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53757202
Te Quiero
You open your eyes, reaching to rub them as the door to the bedroom opens by Javier using his shoulder and backing into it. There’s a crease on his forehead, between his furrowed brows, from looking extremely concentrated because he is carrying a wooden tray in his hands. 
Most days you are a heavy sleeper. It is a result of having two children without an understanding of the concept of privacy when it comes to their parents. However, what truly wakes you up is the concerning rustle of utensils, plates, and mugs that your husband is balancing as he nears your shared bed. 
Because Javier has his back to you, you close your eyes again and pretend to be asleep, not wanting to ruin the surprise. The tray is placed on the foot of the bed, and you fight a smile as you hear his footsteps coming around the end of the bed and closer to your side. 
“Buenos días (good morning),” he whispers to you, and you roll onto your back and sit up. Javier stands by the side of the bed and waits. 
Like in a movie, you blink awake slowly and lift your arms up over your head to stretch and yawn. Javier looks at you expectantly, and you catch a glimpse of why your son resembles him so much. They both have that boyish charm, the ability to look excited in the exact same way when waiting for a reaction from you. 
“What’s all this?” You ask with a grin. 
“Happy Valentine’s Day, mi vida (my life),” he says and leans down to initiate a kiss.
“I have bad breath,” you point out.
“I have coffee,” he replies and kisses you anyway, “And today’s crossword puzzle.”
“I knew I married you for a reason,” you scoot to sit back against the headboard. Javier moves to get into bed with you, pulling the covers aside to get under them while you reach for the tray. You place it between the two of you as if you are about to have a picnic in bed. 
“Did you check on Seb?” You ask as you marvel at the breakfast that Javier has put together for the two of you. There are heart-shaped chocolate chip pancakes, an abundance of fresh fruit (including blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, and banana), whipped cream, syrup, and coffee the way you both like it; black without anything more which Javier claims - to this day - is still one of the reasons that he fell for you. 
“Still asleep for now but I suspect he’ll want one of us soon because he can hear us,” he tells you and reaches for his mug after handing you yours. 
“I’ll enjoy this while it lasts then,” you take a sip of coffee, humming at the taste. Then, after putting down your mug, you pop a blueberry into your mouth. 
“I think Lucas has a crush,” Javier tells you in a heartbeat later, smirking into his own cup of coffee. 
You raise a brow in suspicion and surprise, looking at him without turning your head. You swallow down the blueberry and go for the pancakes next, “What makes you say that?”
“Well, he got shy when I asked him if they were making Valentine cards at school today. So I figured something was up because he usually doesn’t get quiet about all those things, you know, he’s touchy-feely,” Javier explains. As he talks, you pour syrup onto the stack of pancakes on your plate, “Inés nearly fell off her chair as she talked about what the school has planned. So yeah, whatever, he’ll tell us if he wants to.”
“Well, perhaps, and hopefully I might add, he’s inherited his dad’s charm as well as his good looks,” you tease, tapping your chin as if you are trying to remember something, “What was it Connie called you? Think it was serial romancer.”
“Hold on, you’ve never told me this,” he pretends to look offended, “When was this?”
“At the bar… just after I laid eyes on you,” you sprinkle fruit on top of your breakfast and wipe your hand on your tank top, “She told me not even to think about it but I knew that I was done for.”
“That damn woman,” he lets out a genuine laugh, “Better tell Steve to keep his lady under control.”
“Connie’s definitely the one keeping her man under control. Just like me,” you smirk, taking a bite that is way too big because your eyes can’t get enough. You groan at the taste. Everything is delicious, so you stuff your mouth and thus don’t have to reply to your husband’s outrage.
“Hey,” he says but you just grin at him, showing off each piece of pancake between your teeth. He sighs but there’s a hint of adoration in his eyes and you know he is fighting a smile, “Charming.”
When you finally swallow, he has dug into his own meal. You eat in silence for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s company as it is undisturbed by children. 
“Don’t you have work today?” You ask eventually. 
“I told them I was coming in later,” he replies, stabbing a strawberry with his fork, “They can survive without me until 10-ish. They’re gonna have to.”
You glance over at the clock on your nightstand. It is 8:16. There’s still time to enjoy each other’s company, maybe even have a cuddle or something more if you aren’t too full from breakfast. 
Javier has opened the paper now but he hasn’t gotten out a pen yet which means that he isn’t starting the puzzle yet. You continue eating, and meanwhile, conversation flows naturally around subjects like work, kids, and sweet memories. 
Suddenly, in the midst of reminiscing about your first trip out of town together, the light on the baby monitor comes on and Sebastian’s distraught, unhappy cries sound through the speaker. Javier puts down the paper and gets up before you. 
“Do you think he’s hungry?” You ask, already moving to pull your top’s straps down to reveal your breasts. 
“I know he is, that’s how he cries when he is,” he moves towards the door, already talking to his son throughout the house, “I’m coming, mijo (my son).”
“You’re so much better at the parent thing than me,” you try to remember which of your breasts you nursed from last night but you cannot, and therefore resort to feeling for the fuller one. 
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” he leans down to kiss your lips before heading down the hall. You listen and wait, hearing Javier coo at his newborn and causing the cries to turn into hiccups instead. 
After a moment, he returns with Sebastian in his arms. You hold out your own and he carefully hands him over to you. With a grin, you settle your baby into your arms, “Hi, sweetheart. Hi there, baby boy, ooo, you’re hungry, aren’t you? Look at that big mouth you’ve got — Honey, can you get me a cloth?”
You don’t look up but hear Javier leave the room again but only briefly. He comes back and gives you a muslin cloth which you throw over your shoulder, a thing that always makes Javier joke about you looking like - and kind of being - a bartender if that bartender only served milk. 
Sebastian quickly latches on. He closes his eyes as he nurses, and you look longingly at your breakfast as he eats his own. You frown, “It’s getting cold. My coffee too.”
“Just sit back,” your husband reassures, shifting on the bed without making the tray tip over. He cuts a piece of pancake and stabs it with his fork, “Open up.”
“You’re ridiculous,” you smile happily but oblige. 
“You’re literally keeping my kid alive, mi amor (my love). The least I can do is keep you alive as well, fuel you up,” he feeds you with his own mouth slightly agape. It makes you laugh. 
“What?” Javier chuckles in his confusion.
“You look like a fish,” you tease as you giggle, letting Sebastian grab at your index finger, “I’ve never noticed if you look like this too when feeding the kids.”
“Cállate (shut up),” he laughs, consciously avoiding making himself look foolish again as he feeds you another bite. He purposely pokes your nose with the back of your fork to smear the tip with whipped cream, and you respond by looking shocked while laughing. 
“That’s so unfair, I have an actual baby in my arms,” you argue, looking down at Sebastian to give him the run-down on his father’s behavior, “You know, Seb, it’s a good thing I love him so much. Look at this. Absolutely ridiculous.”
“I think you might have deserved that one, baby,” he reasons, “Don’t think I feel bad. Seb agrees.”
“You don’t know that,” you use the muslin cloth to wipe a little milk off of your child’s cheek and then wipe whipped cream off your nose too, “Now, please, feed your starving wife. I feel weaker by the second.” 
“Always the dramatic,” he replies but follows through. 
The teasing dies down after that. You eat whatever Javier gives you whilst you are breastfeeding and Javier eventually finds the crossword in the paper to do it during your quiet morning. 
When Sebastian is done eating, cooing happily, you bend your knees and place him against your thighs. You hold both of his hands, doing a little dance with him whilst your husband reads clues aloud. 
“Another word for radiance, four letters and beginning with g,” he says. 
“Glow,” you reply instantly.
“You’re so much better at the crossword thing than me,” he winks and writes down the remaining letters. 
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” you smile at him and he smiles back. The morning is perfect. 
*
After a cozy morning, Javier has to leave for work. He kisses you and Sebastian goodbye and takes the breakfast tray down into the kitchen with him so you can sleep more if you want to. 
You protest at first - it really hadn’t been your intention - but seeing your baby yawn and coo in your arms makes you sleepy, and you end up on your side with Sebastian on Javier’s side of the bed. He has his arms above his head, face turned towards you and you rest an arm over him whilst you snore lightly. The few hours of sleep you get like this without any interruption are fantastic, boosting your productivity for the rest of the early afternoon. 
You dress casually and wrap Sebastian in a sling, so he can sleep against your chest while you clean up from breakfast, fill and start the dishwasher, and do a round of laundry before having to pick up Lucas and Inés from school. 
However, when you start to get the car keys from their place in the hallway, you hear the door open and the familiar sound of children’s voices filling the house. You can hear the enthusiasm in their voices as they talk to who you assume is your husband but when you turn the corner, you see that it is, in fact, your father-in-law.
“Hello, mija (my daughter),” Chucho says and takes off his hat. He hangs it by all the coats and scarves, “Javier told me to pick up the kiddos.”
You look a little dumbstruck, having been taken completely by surprise but still, you walk over to give him a hug and receive a kiss on the cheek, “Did he say why?”
Chucho kisses Sebastian’s head too, who only coos quietly against your chest. From below, Inés is trying to get your attention. You run a hand over her hair without looking at her, trying to get her to tone down her enthusiasm as you search for answers. Chucho just smiles. 
“It’s Valentine’s Day, sweetie,” he reasons with a gentle smile, “I think he has his reasons. All I know is that I’m not supposed to bring them back here before tomorrow afternoon after school.”
“Abuelo promised that we could get pizza for dinner,” Inés interrupts again. You smile down at her whilst trying to process having a whole twenty-four hours off from being parents. 
“Ain’t you lucky,” you say with a grin. 
Chucho beckons Lucas over who brings his school bag with him, “But first, I think these two have some things to show you. Lucas, c’mere.”
“We made presents!” Inés says and Lucas glares. He frowns at his little sister, placing his backpack by his feet and throwing daggers in her direction.
“Inés, you’re ruining the surprise,” he grumbles despite still digging into the bag. Inés seems unbothered about his irritation, simply joining him to stick her hands into the bag as well. Lucas continues, “Don’t tell Mom what it is.”
You and Chucho watch them, hiding a chuckle as Inés eventually still states that she wants to show her drawing first and Lucas starts groaning. 
“Mom!” He says with exasperation. 
“Ay, Inés, por favor (please),” you say, “Let Lucas share his surprise. It’ll be your turn soon.”
“Mine is for Papá,” she states proudly. 
“She’s just excited, hijito (little son),” you hear your father-in-law say. He puts a calloused hand on Lucas’ shoulder, whispering quietly, “Show your mom your present. Inés’ll be too busy talking to notice.”
It is true. Inés gets a hold of her drawing and spends her time admiring her work, and Chucho is sweet enough to indulge her to give you and your son a moment alone. 
In his very own gentle nature, Lucas finds the card that he has made for you just next to where Chucho had told him to store Inés’ drawing as well. He blushes as he hands it to you, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mom.”
You inspect it before opening it; it is a blank card that Lucas has decorated with colorful stickers and glitter, having drawn shapes and patterns along the sides and a big heart in the middle where it says To Mom in his wonky handwriting. 
You open it to reveal a little letter addressed to you. It is framed by another border of glitter:
Dear Mom,
Happy Valentine’s Day! I love you a million billion times around the Earth. You take care of me and Inés and Sebastian. And you always make me happy when you give me a hug. 
Love, Lucas
You find yourself speechless for a moment and out of the corner of your eye, you see the familiar expectant face that Javier sported earlier too. It takes your breath away. 
Carefully, you crouch down with Sebastian still in his sling. It gives you the opportunity to embrace Lucas from the side, hugging him close and kissing his hair repeatedly. You whisper endearments to him, tell him you love him and he gets shy as he reciprocates, using the time to caress Sebastian’s fine hair on top of his head. 
“I love you so much, my Valentine boy,” you say with a soft voice as you pull away, stretching again and running your hand through his dark hair repeatedly. You can feel a few more tears escape your eyes, your heart pinching in your chest from how much love you feel. Could the day become more perfect? You doubt it. 
“Dad asked me about it at breakfast but I was scared of him telling you so it wouldn’t be a surprise because he always does. But then Inés did it anyway…” he grumbles and looks up to see your tears. His eyes widen, “Mom, are you crying?”
“It’s just happy tears, mijo (my son),” you reassure, “Sometimes having babies makes you cry a little more often.”
Lucas seems a little confused by this. You tell him that he’ll understand when he gets older. After all, he only has so many years until hormones will start to rage through his own body. 
Suddenly, the front door opens and closes in the next moment, and Inés giggles loudly as she recognizes the sound of her father’s footsteps. When he enters the kitchen doorway - his steps are way bigger even if Inés is running - he crouches down and opens his arms, “There she is! Mi diablilla (my little devil), how are you?”
Inés throws her arms around her father’s neck, drawing still clutched in her grip to the point where the paper crinkles. You feel like it was a waste of time to try and wipe away your happy tears because the sight makes them well up in your eyes once more. 
“I made you a drawing. Abuelo told me I could give it to you before we go to his house. Did you know we are having pizza tonight? I can have a whole pizza to myself and I want the pizza to have pepperoni,” Inés announces, squealing with delight as Javier wraps his arms around her before stretching to his full height again and picking her up with a dad-groan. He places her on his hip, bumping his nose into her cheek.
“Christ, you get bigger by the second. Pizza? I don’t remember you liking pizza,” Javier teases, walking across the room to the rest of his family. He smiles at his son, reaching out to rub his shoulder with his free hand and winking at him before talking further with babbling Inés, “Hold on, I thought you liked broccoli and spinach the most. Do you really want pepperoni? I think you should get broccoli on your pizza.”
Inés loves it when her father teases her. He’ll act dumb and silly on purpose - her favorite thing a year ago had been whenever he made himself purposely bad at puzzles, and he’d try to piece two corners together -  much to his daughter’s delight. 
“Nooo, ew!” She says with a grin, clinging onto him. 
“She only wants it because I want it,” Lucas says matter-of-factly, still a little frustrated with his little sister. He bounces back and forth on his heels. 
“Then you can have her leftovers, mijo (my son), she never eats a whole pizza anyway” Javier reasons and mouths the last bit of the sentence, moving the hand on his son’s shoulder to put it on the back of his neck. He gently tugs him into his side. Eventually, your son gives in and hugs him around his middle.
“Hi Dad,” he says softly, hugging him tightly even if it’s briefly. 
“Hola,” he smiles. 
“We should get going,” Chucho interrupts gently and reaches for his hat again, “We’ve got a lot of things planned this afternoon. The animals won’t take care of themselves.” 
“My drawing!” Inés yells, squirming in her father’s arms from eagerness and rushing, so much that she nearly smacks the picture into his face. She holds it too close to his eyes so that he has to take it and hold it for her. 
You find yourself tiptoeing up behind them to look at the picture yourself, trying not to distract anyone from what they’re doing. 
It’s a picture of your house. There’s a fire in the chimney but its smoke blows the opposite way of the way that a cloud is raining. She has just started drawing butterflies but they’re as big as the trees in the garden and with multicolored wings. 
In the bottom right corner, she has written I love Daddy but replaced the word love with a heart instead. Underneath is her signature. The S in her name is turning the wrong way but it’s her name nevertheless. 
“This is so good,” Javier says enthusiastically, “Tell me about it. What is it?”
“It’s my house! I drew a lot of butterflies in the garden,” she explains proudly. In the background, you notice that Chucho is carrying bags, which you had no idea were packed, out of the front door. 
“I can see that. You really know how to color. The green one is my favorite,” Javier continues, “Do you want me to put it on the fridge for when you come home tomorrow?” 
Inés nods eagerly. She beams and then turns serious, “Yes! If— if you want to take the rabbit one down that’s okay.”
“Oh, I am gonna miss you, mi vida (my life),” Javier pecks her cheek and she giggles, “So much.”
“It’s only till tomorrow,” you point out with a giggle. 
“Doesn’t mean I won’t miss these rascals,” Javier puts Inés down on the floor again, still holding her drawing and making sure not to crumple it. He ruffles Lucas’ hair, “You too, hijo (son).”
“I love you, Dad,” he says with a shy smile. 
“I love you too, Daddy!” Inés joins in. 
You mimic a wave with Sebastian’s little hand, “I love you too, Papá.”
“Now, now. As much as I love you, say bye to Mom,” he protests, nodding towards his infant son, “Want me to take him?”
“Yes, please,” you say and carefully unwrap Sebastian from his sling. It’s not a difficult transfer, something you have done a million times in the past many years. Sebastian only complains a little, Javier tuts and bounces him and the paper in his hand flaps. 
You hug both of your kids at the same time, kissing them repeatedly on their heads, “I love you very much, my babies. I hope you have a fun time.”
“That’s the car packed,” Chucho announces as he comes back inside, “Come on, kids.”
“Right, I’ll put Seb in his car seat,” Javier replies as Inés and Lucas run to their grandfather’s car. Chucho goes with them to put on their seatbelts. 
“Sebastian is going too?” You tense up. This hasn’t even crossed your mind. 
“It’s just supposed to be us tonight,” Javier says, having put Inés’ drawing on the kitchen counter and already moving towards the front door where the car seat is on top of a cabinet. You hear shuffling around as your husband clicks the safety belt on, and you instinctively follow. 
“We haven’t done that since the summer,” you argue. 
“All the more reason to do it again if it’s been that long,” he responds with a little smile.
“Well, does he have enough milk?” You ask, moving your weight from side to side. 
“More than enough, I packed extra.”
“O-okay.”
Javier leaves the car seat on the floor, steps close to you and cups your face, “He’ll be fine. Just like Inés and Lucas have been in the past. Relax, mi amor, no pasa nada  (my love, it’s okay).” 
“Okay,” you take a deep breath and nod, holding onto one of Javier’s wrists for a moment as you steady yourself. He looks like someone ready to catch you, “Está todo bien (it’s okay).” 
“Now, let’s say goodbye so I can have you to myself, vale?” He smirks, leaning in to kiss you just barely. 
“You have to tell me what you have planned tonight too,” you say and he nods. 
“Claro (of course).”
It takes five minutes to get Sebastian in the car, secure him properly, and wave goodbye to your kids from the driveway. When you cannot see the car anymore, you walk inside and the house gets incredibly quiet after you close the door. The both of you let out a sigh. 
“What now?” You look at Javier questioningly. After all, he is the one who has planned the next 24 hours.
“Honestly? I just want to take a nap,” he finds your hips and steers you closer, linking his arms around your waist. You reach up to rest your palms on his chest, scratching slightly against his shirt. He chuckles, “Do you want to take a nap with me?”
“Just a nap?” You raise a brow. 
“Yes, just a nap,” he confirms with a boyish twinkle in his eyes.
“I’d kill for a nap but only if you tell me what’s happening later. I don’t like surprises,” you remind him when he already starts dragging you by your hand toward the stairs.
Javier waits until the both of you have ascended the stairs before telling you. You don’t say it but there’s a bit of relief following as you thought that he had forgotten what today was, especially because you usually at least get a present from him. He smiles brightly as he speaks, seeming proud that he has managed to keep it a secret from you, “Well, first you are going to wear something nice, a dress, and get all gorgeous for me.”
He continues as you reach the bedroom, toeing off his shoes, “Then at eight, I’m taking you out to dinner at that new place downtown where the portions are fucking tiny and ridiculous.”
“Wait, the gourmet restaurant?” You have let go of his hand to undo the baby wrap, folding it afterward and placing it on your shared dresser, “They’ve been fully booked for months.” 
“Well yeah, and guess whose name is on one of the bookings,” he smirks, crawling onto the bed and waiting for you to follow. 
“You spoil me,” you lay down on your respective sides and turn to face each other. You rest both hands underneath your cheek, grinning at the way that Javier looks so mischievous but suddenly, something in his eyes darkens. 
“What?” You ask.
He reaches out for your waist, “And then when we get home, when you are all giggly from champagne, I am putting a baby in you.”
Your heart skips a beat. All blood in your body goes south. Without thinking, you sling a leg over his body and move closer, “Is that so?”
“Indeed, mi vida (my life),” the hand on your waist goes to rest on top of your thigh. He rubs it once and then twice but doesn’t do anything further, “But not now. Have a nap, wake up, and get pretty for me. You won’t get dick before tonight, lo siento (I’m sorry).”
“Unfair,” you mumble with already closed eyes. 
*
It turns out to be just a nap. You wake a good while longer before Javier, knowing that you need more time than he does to get ready if you want to feel good about going to a fancy restaurant. 
Besides you, your husband continues sleeping soundly. He doesn’t even sense it when the mattress shifts, bed springs creaking a little, as you leave the bed, and you make a mental note to ask him about his day to figure out what on Earth has made him this tired. 
You have a checklist in your head with steps for getting ready to go out. It changes with the details of the event, so you pull out the one that includes what you like to do to look pretty for your husband. However, all the lists always start with a shower. 
The spray is hot and soothing against your skin. You wash your hair and leave in your conditioner while you scrub your body, giving it extra time to work as you top your normal shower routine by shaving your legs. After struggling with balancing your leg against the wall for what has seemed like forever, the last five minutes of your shower are just spent standing underneath the shower head to feel the water cascading down your clean, smooth, and soft skin. 
It takes you twenty-five minutes more to put on lotion, brush your teeth, blow dry your hair, and choose an outfit. When you leave the bathroom to put on your dress, Javier kisses you in the doorway before popping into the shower himself. 
Now the hard part, you think to yourself. The dress you have chosen is from your anniversary a few years ago, consisting of tight red fabric. A part of you knows that it’s a bad idea as soon as you take it off its hanger and start putting it on, stepping into it, and pulling it up over your hips. 
When it hugs your body in a way that feels unfamiliar to you, you step towards the full-body mirror on the bedroom wall with the intention of seeing if it needs any adjustments around your chest and waist. What greets you is not something that you wish to continue looking at but staring into the mirror, you find yourself unable to look away.
A reflection of your post-baby body stares back. You aren’t anymore who you were when you had Lucas, and thus getting back into your usual shape after giving birth to Sebastian has not become a reality despite the pressure from people around you being there. 
There’s not much to say about it except your hips are wider and your stomach protrudes more than it did before. Usually, you haven’t worn a dress before getting down to your pre-pregnancy weight but Javier had made it sound so easy and now, it is so difficult; insecurities whisper in your ear as you try to flatten the fabric in hopes of looking prettier.
However, the scrutiny you put yourself under only intensifies and self-doubt becomes the uninvited guest that insecurity brings to the party. Should you ditch the idea of a dress altogether? You think yes and start to undress again because it’s way too tight around your middle and torso.
When Javier comes back into the bedroom, his hair is still damp and he has put on black underwear. You cannot help feeling the tiniest bit bitter at how well his extra pounds suit him and simply leaves him with a so-called dad-bod. He finds you stepping out of the dress as it has pooled around your feet. You look on the verge of tears at this point, knowing that you are not the woman that he chose to marry ten years ago. 
“¿Que pasó (What happened)?” He is just about to head for the dresser when he stops in his tracks and turns on his heel to face you, noticing immediately the way your shoulders slump when you feel defeated.
You smile at him in the mirror, slightly unsure, when he catches your eyes, and you shift a little on the spot when he goes to stand right behind you.
“What?” You ask.
“What’s wrong?” He inquires once again. 
“Do you think I’m pretty?” The question leaves your mouth before you can stop it, and Javier raises a brow. 
“Is this a trick question?” He continues with a smile, “Baby, you are pretty, so pretty. You look incredible. As in, it is actually illegal or should be.”
Your attempt at a smile falters and Javier seems to realize that he has overdone it. You don’t believe him when he goes too head-on with the compliments. 
“I don’t have anything to wear,” you say in frustration and reach up to rub your face, finally turning around to avoid the mirror completely, “My boobs are too big, my thighs and waist too. Nothing looks good on me, especially not a dress.”
“Ay, slow down,” he looks down at your half-naked body and smirks a little. It mostly just makes you want to cover up again, “First of all, your boobs are great.”
You try to laugh but it just sounds painful. Then he finds your eyes again, watches the pout on your face, and tuts when a tear escapes your eye and rolls down your cheek. 
“I’m not beautiful anymore,” you say as if it’s a fact, “I look so different from when you met me.”. 
He wipes the tear away with his thumb, saying your name gently and you find your eyes prickling with more frustrated tears. 
He lets out a soft aww, baby, and steps closer to pull you into his arms, holding you as he lets you whimper quietly and then cry softly into his shoulder. His hands rub up and down your back. He is so warm.
“How about I choose something?” He suggests after a long silence filled with a bunch of silent tears. He pulls back to look you in the face, “You know I have a favorite, and then it won’t be as much pressure if you worry that I won’t like it. Even if that’s bullshit.”
“O-okay,” you sniffle, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. 
“Okay, baby,” he smiles genuinely and pecks your hair.
He goes to browse through your clothes and you stay by the mirror, still not turning around to look at yourself but instead looking at your feet like a child feeling guilty. It takes a moment for him to find the dress that he refers to as his favorite but when he returns to you, you look up again and are surprised by the one he apparently likes more than all the others.
It’s a navy blue satin dress that you bought last year when you were pregnant with Sebastian, and it quickly became your favorite dress for the summer because it had to be tied just below your breasts and therefore didn’t sit tight around your belly. It has butterfly sleeves and a flowy skirt that is slightly longer in the back and stops right at your knees in the front. It’s a wrap-around too, which means that it shows enough cleavage to make you feel sexy for him and to top it off, holds your breasts in place so you can avoid the annoyance of a bra. 
You don’t know why it didn’t come to mind but you suspect that given how much you wore it last summer, it didn’t feel special enough. However, the fact that Javier likes it so much seems to transform it into the most beautiful dress you’ve ever seen. 
Javier pulls the dress off its hanger and walks around you. He puts it on you like a coat and then stands in front of you to tie a knot on the front, undoing it and redoing it when he isn’t satisfied with his creation the first time. None of you say anything. None of you feel the need to.
His hands smooth out the fabric in a careful manner, and you suddenly find that Javier making you feel loved is so interchangeable with you feeling beautiful that you don’t have a clue why you had been in tears five minutes earlier.
He helps you into your heels too, lifting your feet one at a time by holding your ankle. The action is so gentle that you forget to breathe, even more so when he stretches to his full height once more and cups your face. 
“Listen to me,” he says and there’s a certain sternness in his voice. Despite this, he doesn’t sound mean or angry, “I don’t ever want you saying these things about yourself again, okay?”
You nod your head as much as you are able to. A whimper wants to escape your lips but you hold it back. 
“You are my wife, mi vida (my life),” he begins, letting his hands smooth over your shoulders and then down your arms until he can hold both of your hands, “I don’t give a shit about what you used to look like, it’s past, it’s not important. Eres tan hermosa (you are so beautiful). Look at the love you pour into our family. You’re the best Momma in the world, patient and kind, and I am in awe of you every day to the point where I can’t stop falling for you in new ways. You make me happy, make it worthwhile to power through at work so I can come home to you and the kids.”
“And you have never looked sexier,” he continues, eyes going down your body to see for himself that he is undoubtedly right. He grabs your hips, rubbing circles with his thumbs, “Your hips, your thighs… You’ve carried my children, for fuck’s sake. Without you, I’m nothing.”
“I mean look at you…” He trails off for a moment, looking down at where his hand is resting on your hip. You cannot help thinking about how warm his strong hand is, radiating comfort throughout your body. He looks lost in his thoughts and licks his lips without thinking. 
“Javi,” you say quietly. 
“Do you understand?” He asks.
“Yes,” you say almost nervously.
But then suddenly, his arms are around your waist and he is pulling you in for a kiss that makes you forget about the dinner reservation, the insecurities, and the time management altogether. You sling your arms around his neck and give in to his lips on yours, following him wherever he goes as he tugs you away from the mirror and towards the bed. 
Before he instructs you to lie down, his hands find the knot on the front of your dress. He undoes it slowly, letting the dress fall open like a satin robe and groaning at the sight of your lack of a bra. He lets his hands go inside the dress, skimming his palms around your waist to pull you close and your head swims from the feeling of his skin on yours. 
“Hermosa (beautiful),” he says, hands going up and cupping the underside of your breasts, You smile shyly, looking down to where he is touching you. Warmth has started to burn low in your belly just like before you fell asleep. 
With newfound bravery, you reach up to peel the dress off of your shoulders. It falls down to your elbows, exposing your chest and tickling your back, until you let it slip off onto the ground in a pool around your feet. Javier looks like he might need someone to tell him to breathe. 
He wraps one arm around your body and reaches behind your thigh with the other to pull your leg up slightly. Allowing him to slip you off your feet, he moves you onto the bed in a swift motion. 
You kick off your heels as soon as you can, crawling back towards the headboard and Javier follows you without having to get undressed. After all, he never got any further because he saw you. You feel like you want to giggle with glee at the fact that you still have this effect on him years later. 
Instinctively, you bend your legs and plant your feet flat on the mattress and without hesitation, Javier crawls between them to look down at you and marvel at the sight. He looks like a child on Christmas Day, hands reaching out to run up your shins, over your knees, and to grope at your thighs. 
“Qué fuerte (unbelievable), are you really my wife?” He muses while rubbing your thighs absentmindedly. You reach for his hands and tug him down to you. 
“Sí, mi amor (yes, my love),” you sound drunk on him already, using his own words against him. He is so close to you as he lies on top of you, crushing you so heavenly with his weight.
He kisses you longingly and gently scoops you into his strong arms whilst he does it, holding you flush against himself so you can feel your nipples harden against his chest. When you inhale through your nose to keep the kiss going, his scent fills your nostrils and God, he smells like soap and home.
It takes a minute to move on. You can see how he wants to descend on your body but each time he tries, you want another kiss and he happily indulges you. Like a couple of teenagers, you only stop when both of you have slightly swollen lips and he has a hard-on poking into your thigh. 
“Let’s get these off,” Javier crawls back on the bed with elevated breath, fingers slipping underneath the waistband of your panties. He tugs them down your thighs and you help by lifting your ass off the mattress for a moment. His eyes are glued to your soft, fresh-out-of-the-shower and glowing skin, kissing your ankle as he slips your underwear off your feet and throws it to the side. 
“You are so fucking hot,” he sounds in awe, “Look at you.”
You cannot stop grinning. Even when he lowers himself down on the bed again and gets comfortable between your thighs. 
When he settles, he takes the sight of you in. You can feel your heartbeat in your untouched clit, and it only gets more powerful when Javier looks between your legs as if he is starved. He noses along your knee and then bites your inner thigh, growling under his breath. He moves inwards towards your quivering cunt then finds your eyes just before he dives in, indulges, “Do you know how fucking wet you are for me?”
You do know. It has steadily gotten to the point where you know that when you are going out later, you need to wear a new pair of underwear since the white cotton has probably become see-through and shiny. 
And then his mouth is on you and you throw your head back, nearly breaking your neck and letting out a hah-sound as you stare up at the ceiling.
“You’re so good at that,” you moan, letting your eyes fall shut so nothing can distract you from the way his velvety tongue feels between your legs. It is intense to focus on nothing but the way he can guide it over your clit until your toes start to curl, “Oh my God, baby!”
When he kisses your clit and then sucks on it afterward, you lose your mind. Both of your hands come down to rest on the top of his head and when you feel the first flutters of pleasure that tell you that you are getting closer, you cannot keep your hips still. You move underneath his mouth, pushing your pelvis upward occasionally to let him devour you even further.
He eats you until you are seeping arousal into the bedsheets, pussy aching to be filled and stretched in only the way that his cock can. You twitch, clit pulsing, when his mouth leaves you briefly but you know what is to come - other than you, obviously - so you don’t complain. He does it to concentrate on slipping two fingers inside of you, pressing them upwards toward your g-spot before curling them over and over again. 
His mouth finds your clit again and he is beyond his usual enthusiasm. The hands on his head stop simply resting there. Instead, you thread your fingers through his hair to channel the way you want to scream into something else because oh, mmhm, oh… oh! 
You come on his tongue, shaking like a leaf and with a high-pitched moan that bounces off the walls. Your whole lower body spasms, walls clamping down on Javier’s fingers which still press towards your front wall and make you delirious with pleasure. 
“Fuck!” You cry, “Fuckfuckfuck!”
Javier has pushed himself to his knees to watch you. He replaces his tongue on your clit with his thumb, teasing out the very last twitches of your high by going in circles until you need to yank his wrist away from the overstimulation. 
After a moment, you begin to giggle. Your hand skims over your forehead, holding it there afterward in an almost soothing manner. Javier is looking at you, having wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and is now trying to decipher whether he can move on to something more or if you need a break. 
At no point do either of you think about checking the time. 
“Happy Valentine’s Day to me,” you say when you finally get your breath under control. You still feel giggly but instead, it comes out as a soft chuckle as you speak. 
“You make it sound like I don’t do this often,” he crawls closer to you again, and you tell him to come here as he enters your arms. He kisses your neck a few times and then looks up at you, “I go down there quite a lot and often, you know.”
“Yes, yes, like a good boy, I know,” you tease him, reaching for his chin to pull him into a soft and lazy kiss. He tastes like you, and you lose yourselves in each other once more until Javier pulls off his briefs with one hand. He discards them without leaving you for too long, throwing them to whatever spot he had aimed your own underwear at. 
“Need to have you close,” you voice what you long for, having grown needy from seeing him undress completely. The sight of his beautiful cock is enough to get you fired up again, clenching around nothing, “Please.”
You spread your legs even further and Javier lies between them, reaching down to ease his cock inside of you. He enters you slowly and with a shaky breath, the both of you staring down to watch as he disappears inside of your cunt. 
You hold onto his arms, breathing hard and trying to relax as it stings slightly due to his generous girth. The second he bottoms out, you whine feebly as if you have been holding it back and it’s now safe to do so. 
“Lo sé (I know),” he soothes.
“You feel so good,” you babble, “I love you.”
“Y yo a ti (I love you too),” he bumps your noses together, looking into your eyes as he moves once and then twice. Your mouth falls open in a gasp and he uses the opportunity to lick into your mouth and kiss you deeply. 
You slide your hands underneath his arms to hug him close, letting them go up along his broad back and each ripple of muscle that flexes as he fucks you until you can clutch onto his shoulders. You rock with him, relishing in the smooth motion of his hips moving back and forth to stretch your cunt open again and again. 
Your fingers dig into his shoulders until your knuckles start to ache. No matter how many times he is with you like this, it will never be enough. It will never be enough because you need him to be this close and connected to you every goddamn day. It’s like a hardcore drug that clouds your brain, like the oxygen that you breathe in daily, like the food and drink necessary to survive. 
Without interrupting him, you move to dig your heels into the back of his legs. With each stroke of his cock inside of you, each roll of his gorgeous hips and pelvis, you can feel the muscles of his calves tightening and relaxing. Your limbs tangling around him allows you to angle him how you want it most, so you mumble something and dig your heels in further. 
Suddenly, his pelvic bone crashes against your clit, and it continues doing so until you know that this is how you are going to come a second time. 
“Oh, just like that,” you let your head fall back into the mattress, “You’re gonna make me— Javi! You’re gonna make me come, baby.”
“Is this pussy mine? Esta cosita linda (This pretty little thing)?” He asks with a growl, sounding so sexy that you know he is determined to make your orgasm approach even faster because his thrusts speed up.
“Para toda la vida (for life),” you say breathlessly, panting as you near your crescendo. It only takes a few more strokes against your clit and then you are done for, coming a second time with a sharp intake of breath and then a cry that could disturb the neighbors from whatever they are doing.
He kisses each whimper from your mouth and slows down a little to give you space for you to return to him. However, you know that this isn’t the end. His stamina today is mind-boggling but you don’t complain, instead take what he can give you even if it leaves you sore until the next day.
“You okay?” He asks when you have calmed down. 
You let your arms and legs fall down to your sides with a blissful expression on your face. You nod, reaching up to rub your eyes as you feel deeply sated, “Just give me a moment.” 
“Think you can take anymore?” He pulls out of you to get back onto his knees. You make a noise. On his shoulders, you spot the little crescent marks that your nails have left. 
“We’re making babies, right?” You note.
“Claro (of course),” he snorts. 
“Then you better screw me silly, Mr. Peña,” you shift slightly on the bed to present your spent cunt for him once more but more obscenely this time by reaching down and spreading your lips open. He groans at the sight, especially when you visibly clench around nothing and silently promise him what’s to come.
“Anything for you, Mrs. Peña,” he almost sounds in pain from the desperation to get back inside of you.
The sweet tenderness and romance are put on hold for something dirtier to take their place, Javier moving forward until the front of his thighs touches the back of yours. He pushes inside of you again with a gasp of your name and places his hands on your hips, holding on tightly so he can pound you into the mattress. 
The sound of his skin slamming against yours fills the room along with your moans, and each thrust sends ripples of intense pleasure through your body now that you are so sensitive. You allow yourself the relief of crying out towards the ceiling because, for the next twenty-four hours, you are completely child-free so who cares?
Javier’s eyes burn with desire at your noises. He is so beautiful, mouth hanging slightly open as he pants and his shoulders looking even broader when he hovers above you. And his noises, he is louder than normal too, you realize, with no intention of quieting his moans down either. 
A particular snap of his hips sends you reeling as he nudges your g-spot just right and makes you grip at the sheets. Javier is on you like a hawk and notices immediately the way that his cock has severed connection to your brain for a moment. 
“You like that? You like my cock?” He digs his thumbs into your hip bones, indulging himself by staring down at where his cock pistons in and out of you. His length is sticky with your arousal, “I can tell you like my cock, God, your come is all over me, baby.”
You bite your lower lip, furrow your brows, and nod repeatedly, “Yes… yesyesyes!”
“You’re on fire today, mi amor (my love), makes me wanna come inside of you like I’m meant to,” he spits filthy words as he goes harder, “Think you can give me one more? Make those gorgeous legs shake?”
The comment about your legs makes you bend them to your chest so you can link your arms under your knees. The position makes Javier swear under his breath, and when you squeeze around your calves, he becomes a tighter fit inside of you and a sob escapes you. 
He is the one to look drunk now, fighting the urge to let his eyes roll back into his skull in case he misses anything you do while he drives into your pussy in this new position. He moves his hands to place them on the back of your thighs and contort your body slightly. He digs his fingers into the extra pounds there and then fucks you with your shared pleasure in mind. 
The squelch of your cunt is obscene and you almost sound like you’re crying from how he pounds your g-spot. A third high, which started building slowly, approaches so quickly that you squeeze your eyes shut and nearly choke as you scream for him, “Yes, oh my God, yes! I’m—“
“That’s my girl,” he sounds close too, “Get it all over my cock, baby.”
The bliss you feel as you come a third time turns your demeanor from pathetic and whimpering into smiling and giggling instead. You look up at him with hazy eyes while you are grinning, moaning, and coming so hard that Javier cannot stop himself from laughing slightly even if it’s interrupted by his own moans.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous coming for me,” he praises with a shit-eating grin, gasping sharply at reaching his own peak a second later because he just cannot hold back any longer. He pulses inside of you, breeds you until you are filled to the brim, and you can feel some of it spilling out onto the bed sheets. 
Exhausted is not the right word. Your whole body slumps when post-orgasmic bliss hits you and you groan as Javier topples down on top of you as well. You melt together and breathe hard, one big tangle of limbs turning you into an octopus. 
“Definitely didn’t have time for that,” you say eventually.
“Stop being so hot then,” he jokes. He lifts his head to kiss you longingly and you allow yourself to lose yourself in it, again forgetting about the time that’s ticking by. 
As Javier reluctantly tears himself away from you, he casually looks at the clock on the nightstand and gets up so quickly that he needs to find his balance. He seems to realize that you are not just fashionably late but actually really late, “Mierda (shit).”
You check the time too and swear as well. It is twenty minutes to eight, and it takes at least fifteen minutes to drive to the inner city. There’s no way that the two of you are going to make the reservation, and you will just have to hope that they are kind enough to hold onto your table the minutes you are going to be late. 
It seems like you turn into the stars of your own romantic comedy, the only thing missing being the laughing track in the background because you move through the house so quickly that you almost forget to put on underwear after getting cleaned up in the bathroom. The rush doesn’t even give you time to ponder your shape in the mirror again.
By the time you actually leave the house, you are laughing at the ridiculousness of it all and looking disheveled. In fact, you have to stop Javier from getting into your car because his buttons are buttoned unevenly and his collar looks like he’s been out in a storm. 
“Right, fuck, what’s the time?” Javier asks when he slams the car door on his side. 
You look at the car radio’s clock, making a concerned noise, “Hmm… Ten to eight. If you speed a little?”
“I’m law enforcement,” he deadpans. 
“You’re also late for a booking you have had for months,” you argue. 
Javier pulls out of the driveway but despite it all, he still doesn’t speed with the mother of his children in the car. 
However, he does use his badge in the window to get a parking spot close to the restaurant. He pulls it from the glove box and you raise an eyebrow at him, to which he simply tells you to shut up with a tiny glint in his eye. 
Your heels click on the sidewalk as you speedwalk towards the restaurant’s main entrance. Javier holds the door open for you, and for a moment, you actually look like a couple who has it all together and is on a date. 
Despite this, it seems that impromptu sex is apparently not good for new restaurant businesses, even if it starts out innocently with an intention of comforting one’s partner, because your table has already been given to someone else. You can see Javier’s fist tightening into a ball at his side as he is told this. 
The man at the front desk looks unimpressed with your husband’s attempt to make him show you to a table anyway, and you even hear Javier saying that he cannot, in good conscience, let you starve. 
You stand a little behind your husband who quietly fumes because nothing seems to work, “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m afraid we’re fully booked tonight and many nights ahead. It is Valentine’s Day after all.”
“Yes, I am aware,” he replies with gritted teeth. 
“Honey,” you reach out to put a hand on his arm and he whirls around, only to look a lot more calm the second he finds your gaze, “It’s fine. Come on, we’ll find someplace else.”
“But you’re starving,” he says helplessly. 
“Then let’s not keep this up. I know a place around the corner,” you smile at him, holding out your hand until he gives in and takes it, “Besides, they can keep their tiny portions to themselves.”
It may just be the last remains of what you did half an hour ago but Javier starts snickering while you guide him through the door and out into the evening air. He only manages to walk down the street with you for a few yards before he presses you against a brick wall and kisses you. 
“No,” you scold him playfully and place your palms on his chest, “I don’t care if you’re Laredo’s local hero. You couldn’t get a table so we’re not wasting time by making out in public. Like you said, I am starving.”
“Descarada (cheeky devil),” he pecks your lips but lets go of you, “Fine, lead the way.”
The two of you start walking. The place you have in mind is only a short walk away and it’s a nice night, so you don’t mind. Especially not when you can walk hand-in-hand with Javier the whole way and not have to say a thing.
You end up in front of a food truck that sells tacos. It is the perfect spot for something low-key which makes your whole night seem even funnier now that you are so overdressed. The two of you snicker together as you wait in line, mostly resembling a couple who have escaped a tedious wedding to get junk food. 
“My treat,” he says.
“You better. It’s your fault we’re here,” you tease.
“I think we have different versions of what happened back home,” he winks, “But fine, order whatever you want. Like always.”
You order your food, telling the owner of the food truck to go heavy on the pico de gallo and Javier follows behind with his own order. After paying, you take a step back to let other people buy their food. 
“This is where we had our first date,” he notices, an arm around your waist as you wait for your food. He tightens his grip around you as he speaks, “Where I knew I wanted to marry you, have kids with you.”
“This is not where we had our first date,” you say with a playful roll of your eyes, looking at him long enough for him to give you a kiss. 
“Yes it was,” he replies. 
“No, you were drunk and we were heading home from the bar a few blocks from here,” you remind him, “We’d only just met. Connie told me not to follow you.”
“Fuckin’ Connie,” he shakes his head, “No, that was definitely our first date. I don’t care what you say. I just don’t wanna think about the disaster that followed even if you want to call that the first date.”
“You were late and we missed our reservation,” you reminisce, “Just like today.”
“Which is why I am not calling it the first,” he lets go of you as the woman in the truck places your orders on the counter. He hands you yours and then takes his own, “We had food, talked for hours and you were wearing that dress with the bows.”
“No more talk about dresses,” you groan as you walk to find a spot, “You’re making me depressed.”
“I’m just saying,” he shrugs with a grin, “I knew then.”
“Well, I knew when Connie told me you were forbidden fruit,” you smile back at him, and there’s something strangely comforting about knowing that he follows right behind. 
The food truck's sitting area is right behind it in a cozy nook between two buildings. As disappointed as you were at not getting to try out the new restaurant in town, the picnic tables, and colorful plastic chairs more than make up for it. It is a lot more romantic than what you assume the gourmet restaurant would have been, and you choose a spot right underneath a blanket of string lights that seem to imitate stars. 
There are a few guests aside from you, and you feel warm at hearing their voices filled with laughter and joy. 
You sit down on the bench and tuck your skirt between your knees, getting comfortable and looking excitedly down at your soon-to-be-devoured food. There’s something uniquely satisfying about a greasy meal after sex, and even more so when your husband indulges you to have whatever you want. 
You pick up your taco and bite into it, doing a happy dance as you chew whilst Javier watches you with a grin on his face. However, the happiness is short-lived because something in the taco triggers a wave of nausea and you soon realize that it is the pico de gallo. 
“What is it?” Javier has caught on because you cannot help but grimace. 
“This tastes funny,” you say. Puzzled, you take another bite but quickly stop yourself before you are stupid enough to go for a third. Your stomach growls but there’s no way you are eating the rest without at least scraping it off. 
Carefully, you place the taco back down on its paper tray and take a few napkins from the dispenser on the end of the picnic table. You spit your latest bite out into one of them because your body does not agree with the idea of swallowing the acidity again. Then you take a long sip of your water and wish you had something to neutralize the taste in your mouth.
Without thinking much of it, you start to rid your food of the salsa fresca. You use your index finger to scrape it out onto the napkin and pick any remaining pieces off too, avoiding the natural instinct to suck your finger clean and wipe it on a new napkin instead. In front of you, Javier has stopped eating and simply watches you. 
You feel slightly judged by him, narrowing your eyes from annoyance, “What?”
“Are you pregnant?” He asks with a furrowed brow.
“What? No way,” you let out a chuckle of disbelief, “That’s not funny.”
“Honey,” he continues, nodding down at the napkin, “You love pico de gallo.” 
“So? The only times I haven’t eaten it has been when I’m pregna—“ your eyes widen, looking down at your taco for a moment before staring at Javier again. He looks just as alarmed by your food which is only two bites down, “There’s no way.”
Around you, people have started to notice a shift in your voice. It probably sounds like you are upset, like Javier is using Valentine’s Day to break up with you. 
“Baby, there’s no way,” you say again and your voice has become a little higher pitched, “I’d only be five weeks along.”
To the opposite of you, Javier is speechless. He has stopped eating his own dinner, sitting with his own taco but is unable to figure out how to react. 
“We can’t have been lucky the first time around. My period is due in a few days. This is ridiculous. Sebastian is only just about five months old,” you are starting to sound frantic, “Javi. Baby, I am freaking out.”
Javier blinks a few times almost as if he is mentally shaking himself out of his trance. He reaches across the table and takes hold of your wrist, “Calm down. Let’s just finish eating and then we can go get one of those early detection tests, yeah? Te prometo que todo va a salir bien (I promise you that everything is going to be okay).” 
“Yes, alright, you’re right,” you feel instantly calmed by his touch, turning your palm upward so he can hold your hand instead. Then you frown, “But I can’t eat this. It’s probably still going to taste like it.”
“Hold on,” he says, letting go of you to switch plates with you without hesitation, “There, now you can eat.”
“Te quiero (I love you),” you sigh happily, smiling at him from across the table. 
“Love you too, now eat, so you can feed my kid,” he starts to load the taco with pico de gallo again. 
*
The late-night pharmacy, just opening, exudes a subtle but steady hum of activity, bathing in the fluorescent glow of overhead lights. Shelves are neatly lined with pharmaceuticals, and you scrunch up your nose at the faint scent of antiseptic. Javier keeps a hand on the small of your back the whole time, steering you gently toward the counter as if this new piece of information has made him instantly more protective.
There’s only a single pharmacist behind the counter, a middle-aged woman with her glasses around her neck in a chain, but she doesn’t blink when you explain your sudden emergency. She beckons you down along the aisles and grabs a few different pregnancy tests for you to choose from. 
“This one is more certain but it does cost a little extra,” she explains and holds up a Clearblue digital test. Javier quickly exchanges a look with you. 
“We’ll take that one, actually make it two,” you say, tapping your feet nervously on the floor, “Can I use the bathroom here?” 
“We’re that eager?” She smiles, “Sure, dear. Let me just get the key.”
Javier pays at the counter, a twinkle in his eyes as he makes a joke, “My treat again.”
“You better; you’re the one who got us into this mess - again,” you giggle and it even earns you a chuckle from the pharmacist. 
“I hope you get the result you are hoping for,” she says when unlocking the door to the staff toilet. She ushers you both inside the door and then closes it behind you.
Silence at last, you think to yourself and even find that the water you drank with your meal earlier has run right through you. You pull up your skirt, twisting it and tying a knot to keep it from falling down again. You go for your underwear next, bending over to pull them down your legs to your ankles. You feel Javier’s palm steadying you without thinking.
Besides you, Javier starts tearing open the Clearblue boxes. He hands them to you one by one, and you finally sit down to pee, angling your wrist awkwardly to make sure you use the sticks correctly. The both of you stay silent through the whole ordeal.
You wrap both pregnancy tests in toilet paper and hand them to Javier who places them on the edge of the sink so you can finish up and get dressed again. He takes a step to the side to let you wash your hands, having crossed his arms over his chest and started tapping his fingers nervously.
While you listen to the sound of the water running, the air in the tiny, poorly lit bathroom seems to hang thick with anticipation. You want to say something but there is nothing you can say that’ll ease your shared, anxious heartbeat. Eventually, Javier beats you to it.
“Don’t be disappointed if it’s negative,” he gives you an uncertain smile. Mostly, it sounds as if he is talking to himself. 
“You know I will be,” you sigh, stepping close to link your arms around his neck. He nods in understanding, cupping your waist and rubbing soothingly with his thumbs.
“Me too,” he lets out a shaky breath.
“I know,” you automatically tighten your grip on him as the minutes go by, knowing that he needs it as much as you. On the sink, the white plastic sticks seem to mock you with their silence. 
Come on… 
A few minutes more and suddenly, you know there is no way back. It seems ridiculous that a stick with your pee on it has the ability to predict your future but here you are. You shake your head after untangling yourself from your husband, “I can’t look.”
Javier bravely takes them from their place on the sink. Your stomach does somersaults as he unwraps them, twisting them so their displays face upward. A slow, relieved smile spreads across his face and he looks up immediately, “You’re four to five weeks pregnant.”
“What?” You grab his wrist to take a look for yourself, “There’s no way!”
Sure enough, both displays show a positive result and an approximate number of weeks. Calculating in your head, you know it has to be that one time in the middle of the night in January. The thought of getting it right without even really having begun is crazy because it’s so unbelievable. 
“That’s so surreal,” you walk straight into his arms. He hugs you tightly, resting his lips on your forehead and you can feel his elevated breathing because you are so close to him. 
“Pop is going to have a heart attack,” he mumbles with slight amusement, although you can hear the tremor in his voice. You look into his eyes, reaching up to cup his cheek and smiling softly.
“We can’t tell anyone yet, it’s not been three months,” you say, lost in just staring at him. He is so beautiful when he is happy. 
“God, I know, I'm just so excited,” he chuckles, a little embarrassed. 
“I’m sure you’ve already figured out that it’s going to be a Halloween baby,” you grin. 
“Oh fuck, forget about Pop; Inés is gonna get so pissed if she has to share Halloween with a birthday child,” he starts to laugh after he has said it. You join in, high on the happiness you feel.
“I love you so much,” you say when the laughter dies down. 
“I love you too,” he kisses you after saying it. 
“And happy Valentine’s Day to us,” you continue, letting Javier pull away to throw the pregnancy tests out and wash his hands. 
“See? Now you’re using it right,” he teases after drying his hands. 
Then he opens the door and waits for you to step outside. Everything seems possible tonight.
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bfbkg · 8 months
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*Dreamy sigh*
I’m sure it’s been talked about before, but…I’m just such a sucker for Bakugo who’s head over heels in love with you and you’re too much of a dummy to realize it. When he’s suddenly handsier, more protective, buying you your ‘nasty ass coffees’ and whatnot. Like literally every little thing that practically screams, “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!” because he isn’t sure how to tell you yet.
But you think he’s just being friendly. Because how on earth could the Dynamight feel that way about you? His buddies wanna tear their hair out wanting y’all to just get together already
lmao just always walking in and they’re talking about you and you never catch on.
“well i dunno what else i’m supposed to fuckin’ do?”
“you just tell her kacchan. like normal people do.”
“fuck that, isn’t there anythin’ easier—,”
and you pop into the staff room, sliding your lunch into the microwave and getting a mug from the shelf. the boys have succumb to silence but you’ve barely noticed since you’re focusing on grabbing your mug. it’s too high and you’re just the tiniest bit too short.
bakugou notices because there isn’t anything he doesn’t notice about you. he whips out of his seat, leaving kirishima to roll his eyes in humour.
he appears right beside you to easily grab the mug from where your fingertips were brushing it.
“it’s gonna drop on your head,” he mutters and it’s only when he passes you the mug he realises how close he is to you. his chest pressed against your shoulder. how you just need to tilt your head to press your lips to his. how your perfume is strong, stronger today and he feels suffocated in bliss. how maybe he should do what kirishima said and confess how he feels about you. or maybe—
“thanks bakugou. dunno who keeps putting my stuff on the top shelf,”
bakugou looks at the red head behind him who just shrugs with a smirk on his face. he knows that bakugou will always be there to help you. for fucks sake.
“whoever it is is a fuckin’ idiot,” he huffs, meeting your round shiny eyes before looking at the heroes training outside. he knows you don’t have a mind quirk, one that makes his heart race and his palms sweat more than necessary. so that only leaves the answer that he’s the fucking idiot here.
“at least you’re here to help me. what would i do without you?”
your voice is lyrical, a small smile on your cheeks as you practically dance around the staff kitchen to make your tea. your routine is simple yet haphazard. rushing to make your drink so it’s ready at the same time your lunch is out the microwave.
bakugou begs the blush not to spread across his face. he’s lucky it always starts at his neck before his cheeks so it gives him enough time to leave the situation.
he wonders how you can’t see his love for you spilling out of him. how for you he’s an open wound, all undone at the seams.
bakugou scratches the back of his head, an awkward chuckle passing his lips, “aha, if you need anythin’ else let me know.”
he catches your, “sure! thanks!” before he drops back down in his seat beside kirishima.
“you’re a—,”
“fuckin’ idiot. i know.”
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okaylikesmomo · 6 months
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Exchange Part 3: All Eyes
~5k words, male reader, smut
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The morning started off so peacefully, a false promise of what was to come - not that you had any idea. If only some divine power could have warned you, maybe you would have convinced Lisa to let you stay in the bed. Or perhaps you would have skipped the coffee and ran out before being roped into an act you’d regret to enjoy. Alas, it was out of your control - at least that’s what you would tell yourself later.
A ray of light, sneaking through the barely-opened curtains and landing on your face, gently woke you up. There was yet again a set of limbs wrapped around you - this time you double checked to make sure it was actually the correct girl - snugly comforting you like a soft blanket.
Your actual blanket felt heavier than normal as you turned your body slightly and gave Lisa a soft kiss on the cheek, watching her eyes slowly open up. Her warm smile filled your circulation with comfort, that blissful expression of hers. You turned over to face her properly, when suddenly you heard a scream as your blanket was yanked off the bed.
“Ow,” Jennie moaned, sitting up so that her head was peeking over the side of the bed.
Her messy hair accompanied by the loose shirt that only covered one shoulder was quite the look. It only got sexier when she stood up to reveal that the shirt was only accompanied by a very small pair of gray panties, one that left very little for the imagination as it creased between her legs.
“Why’d you kick me off the bed?” she whined, rubbing her head.
“Why were you on the bed?” Lisa laughed.
“You alright?” you asked, trying to show concern while holding back your own laugh.
Jennie climbed onto the bed between you and Lisa, cuddling into your open arms.
“No, kiss it better,” she said, making her voice all cutesy.
You kissed her forehead before rubbing it with your hand when suddenly you felt a hard smack on your own head.
“What was that for?” you gasped.
“I never said you can kiss her,” Lisa said sternly, sitting up in the bed.
“Oh, you only do what Lisa tells you to do now?” Jennie teased. “I guess you’re not as dominant as you act.”
“Is that so?” you said casually as you slid a hand down Jennie’s back, threatening a finger against her asshole.
“Do it,” she moaned, her fiery cat-eyes piercing you.
“How many others used this after I left, little slut?”
“Not a single one!” Jennie sighed, abruptly replacing the combative tone of her voice with one of pure exasperation. “Can you believe that? Even after watching you, they were still too scared.”
“What do you mean, when I left there was a line-”
“Yeah, for my throat, not my ass,” Jennie scoffed. “I always end up throating cocks all night at these parties.”
“True,” Lisa chimed in.
“Why don’t you just like, ask them to fuck your ass,” you laughed. “It’s not like they’d say no.”
“I know, but I wanted…” Jennie paused, thinking for a moment. “I guess I just wanted another surprise?”
“Like how I shoved my cock into your ass without telling you?”
“Excuse me, what?” Lisa’s eyebrows shot up. “Jisoo never told me about that part.”
“Yeah, can you believe your boyfriend surprise anal’d me?” Jennie asked while turning to Lisa.
“You better not even think about doing that to me,” Lisa said menacingly. “Do whatever you want with this slut, though.”
“Yeah, Lisa doesn’t like anal,” Jennie added casually.
“Noted,” you replied.
“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Lisa clarified. “I just need time to mentally prepare.”
“Lisa’s ass is really tight,” Jennie continued. “Too tight to put anything up there.”
“Noted as well,” you chuckled.
“It’s not too tight, you just suck at going slowly,” Lisa snapped back.
“It’s too tight,” Jennie fake-whispered to you so that Lisa could hear her.
Lisa gave Jennie a hard slap before yanking down her underwear and giving her bare ass another slap.
“Oooh Lisa,” Jennie teased her. “Your boyfriend spanked me harder than that.”
Lisa gave her a few more playful smacks which did nothing more than entice Jennie to stick her ass out even farther. Then she picked Jennie up by her hips, positioning the unruly girl on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed before raising her hand up high and bringing it back down.
“Ah, harder Lisa, harder!” Jennie moaned, her jaw hanging open as she stared at you with half-lidded eyes. “Punish me.”
A few slaps later and you could actually see a prominent red hue on Jennie’s cheeks - apparently Lisa was spanking her way harder than you realized. After one excessively loud spank, Jennie shrieked and fell forward flat on her stomach, her hands flinging behind her to cover herself.
“What the fuck,” Jennie cried, turning to Lisa.
“Hey you’re the one who said harder,” Lisa defended herself, smiling proudly.
“Not that hard,” Jennie whined, rubbing her ass.
“Aww I’m sorry,” Lisa ran her hand through Jennie’s hair. “One more?”
Jennie let out a heavy sigh, as if saying no wasn’t even an option.
“Fine.”
She moved her hands apart, exposing her bright red ass cheeks just for Lisa to send each one into a jiggling frenzy with a barrage of slaps, alternating between each cheek.
“Lisa, stop!” Jennie sobbed while trying to cover her ass again before giving up and rolling over onto her back.
“Oops,” Lisa giggled while Jennie glared at her. “Want my boyfriend to kiss it better?”
“No,” Jennie replied without hesitation. “I want you to kiss it better, he’s mean.”
“Hey, what did I do?”
“You stuck it in my butt without warning me last night,” Jennie replied while turning back over and sticking her ass up.
“Yeah and you literally just said you loved it,” you argued.
“Baby boy,” Lisa shushed you while slowly rubbing a finger across Jennie’s ass. “Give me a minute alone with her, please.”
Joining in, or even watching, was something you would have loved to do, but as per Lisa’s request, you got out of the bed. By the time you got to the door, both girls had stripped down, and Lisa’s face was already pressed into Jennie’s cheeks.
The coffee machine was borderline confusing with how many options there were. Such a machine probably cost thousands, easily, but for a room of this caliber it was just another drop in the bucket.
“I think you’re supposed to push the button that says pour.”
You turned towards the voice to find Jisoo smiling at you.
“Good morning, how’d you sleep?”
“A little sore,” she yawned, walking past you towards an unused bedroom. “Coming?”
The quest for coffee was abandoned as you followed her into her room, your groggy mind not immediately understanding the implication of her not sleeping in her own room last night.
“What ever happened with the solo stuff?” you asked, closing the door behind you. “I meant to ask you last night, but we got a bit distracted with…”
“With you taking my virginity?”
“Yeah…” you responded shyly.
“It’s going to happen.”
“That’s amazing!” you cheered, pulling her into a hug before quickly letting go. “Uh, sorry, that wasn’t appropriate.”
Jisoo covered her mouth while letting out an adorable giggle before grabbing onto you again.
“I’m so excited,” she squealed into your ear. “Thank you again.”
“You deserve it,” you rubbed her back warmly with one hand as your other hand stroked her hair. She looked so gorgeous this morning, you thought to yourself as the two of you parted; she absolutely had that morning-after glow.
“Can I ask you something?” Jisoo muttered quietly, staring tenderly into your eyes.
“Of course you can,” you replied as you reached forward, pushing her hair behind her ear to uncover her bright pink cheeks.
“Last night, you and Jennie…” she began hesitantly, suddenly too shy to look directly at you.
“Hey,” you grabbed her hands. “I want it to be clear that you can tell me anything without being embarrassed about it.”
“I…” she stammered, looking up into your eyes. “I don’t even know how to ask.”
“Just say it.”
She bit her lower lip before taking a deep breath.
“Can you be rough with my throat?” she mumbled.
“What…?”
“After you left last night,” she continued. “One by one, they all took her throat. Even the security guards took turns, again and again.”
“Did they make you…”
“No, nothing like that,” Jisoo replied softly, smiling lightly. “But the way I saw Jennie in that room with everyone lusting for her, I want that.”
“Believe me when I say this,” you said tenderly, massaging her hands with your fingers. “Whenever you’re in the room, all eyes are on you.”
“I don’t-” she began before you silenced her with a kiss.
“They are,” you whispered in front of her face. “You’re so beautiful, trust me when I say everyone is watching you.”
“You’re sweet,” Jisoo smiled warmly. “I could almost fall for you.”
“Almost?”
“Yeah, almost,” Jisoo repeated. “You’re Lisa’s.”
“Not this morning,” you laughed. “She just kicked me out for Jennie.”
“Don’t take it personally, those two do that a lot,” Jisoo smiled. “So, what do you say?”
“Alright so, don’t get me wrong,” you began carefully. “Honestly, I can’t imagine anyone with a cock passing up on the chance to… you know. But why?”
“I just feel like I have to…” Jisoo muttered under her breath. “To guarantee it…”
“What do you mean?” you asked while sitting on the edge of the bed, bringing Jisoo with you. “I thought everything was taken care of?”
“You were supposed to fuck me,” Jisoo’s voice trembled. “They assumed you would fuck me in front of all of them, that was the plan all along.”
“I…”
“They said it’ll happen,” she continued, her voice still shaky. “But it wouldn’t be the first false promise, I just have this feeling…”
“I’m so sorry,” you expressed your regret, feeling an overwhelming amount of sympathy for the beautiful girl before you.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Still.”
“That’s why last night I wanted you,” she said as her eyes began to tear up. “At least this way my first time would be on my terms.”
Hearing her story was painful, such a sweet girl did not deserve to go through this. Frustration and resentment towards her company began to really build up inside you.
“Anyway, they made some implications,” Jisoo choked up briefly before recomposing herself. “The person I have to convince likes deep-”
“I got it, you don’t have to say it,” you interjected, leaning back and sighing at the situation you were in. “Are you absolutely sure you want this?”
She nodded, her face basically begging for you to go through with it while still being full of fear.
“Then tell me,” you whispered softly. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you to put your cock down my throat,” she whispered back, tilting her face 45 degrees and leaning forward.
Without hesitation, matched her movement in the opposite direction, pressing your lips tenderly against hers. You kissed her a couple more times before she leaned back, her eyes locking onto your crotch.
“Not yet,” you said softly, giving her shirt a little tug. “First take this off.”
She complied immediately, lifting her shirt off her head before standing up and dropping her shorts to the floor - no bra, just a pair of black panties. You wrapped your arms around her, grabbing two handfuls of her ass and squeezing.
“You’re absolutely certain, right?” you asked while sitting on the edge of the bed, only for her to immediately nod down at you. “Then get on your knees,” you instructed her, taking off your own shirt as she lowered herself between your legs.
Jisoo began to tug your underwear down, aided by you lifting your butt off the bed slightly, until they were down to your ankles. You kicked the undergarment to the side and took your cock in your hand, stroking it slowly to the sight of topless Jisoo on her knees.
“Take your time,” you instructed her as you let go of your cock.
Taking your advice, she leaned forward and took a hold of your shaft with one hand. She bent her face down and ran her tongue from your balls all the way up your length. Chills ran up your spine. Her tongue was so soft and warm. She licked up and down your cock until all sides had a thin layer of her saliva coating them, before letting go with her hand and slowly inserting your tip into her mouth.
“Try to go as deep as you can,” you whispered as you grabbed her hair, holding it up for her. “Don’t worry about going all the way yet, just do your best.”
With your cock spreading her lips, she nodded before slowly pressing forward. She made it about halfway before pausing for a moment. Then she jerked forward, getting about three quarters of your cock into her mouth before immediately pulling back and coughing.
“I told you not to worry about going all the way,” you said while gently stroking her hair. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” she spat some saliva out of her mouth, landing on her bare thighs. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, it takes practice,” you reassured her before grabbing a handful of her hair again. “Whenever you’re ready.”
She took a deep breath before leaning forward again. This time her mouth was opened wider, and she slowly engulfed your cock. The warmth of her mouth felt amazing, but again she only made it as far as the first time before pulling back out and spitting again.
“It’s not easy,” you tried to encourage her. “You’re going to have to let it go down your throat, try to relax your neck.”
Once again she tried, putting your cock in her mouth, this time pushing even harder before violently pulling back out and coughing.
“I can’t do it,” she coughed. “It’s like there’s a wall.”
“As soon as it goes down your throat for the first time, it’ll become way easier,” you explained. “Do you want to keep trying, or do you want me to push?”
“I think I need you to push,” she answered after thinking about her options for a second.
“Alright, then put your hands on my thighs,” you instructed while standing up off the bed. “If you need me to let go, just tap my thigh.”
Jisoo nodded, placing her hands on your thighs before looking up at you. She almost looked excited behind the nervousness. You put your cock into her mouth again and held it there.
“Show me how you’ll tap.”
She gave your thighs a couple of light slaps.
“Good, just like that,” you said warmly before grabbing the back of her head with both hands.
Slowly, you pushed your cock into her mouth. You went deeper, until you were just past halfway, and then you held yourself there for a second. Her mouth was spread beautifully - ready to engulf your cock entirely.
After taking a deep breath, you pushed the back of Jisoo’s head and your hips at the same time, shoving your cock down her throat. Her eyes shot open, and tears immediately began to spill out the corners. You weren’t thrusting, simply holding your cock all the way down, watching as Jisoo’s nose pressed into your crotch.
She held on for a few seconds before frantically slapping your thighs. You immediately pulled back and let go of her head, and the second your cock left her mouth she began coughing. She slumped over, saliva spilling out of her lips onto her lap as her head was hanging down. Without speaking, you simply watched her for a second, worried that you went too far. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake.
“Jisoo, we can take a break.”
“No!” she shouted before getting embarrassed. “I just mean, I don’t need it.”
You sighed heavily before pulling her up off her knees and kissing her again.
“You’re doing great, it’s not easy the first time, and you managed to take it all.”
“For like two seconds,” she chuckled, wiping her eyes of any remaining tears.
“The first time is the hardest,” you reassured her. “New position?”
“Good idea, maybe it’ll be easier,” she nodded. “I think I still need your help though.”
“Lay on the bed,” you guided her so that she was laying on her back with her head at the edge of the mattress. You pulled her just a bit so that her head was hanging over the edge, unsupported by the bed. “If you need me to stop, tap the bed alright?”
“Okay,” she confirmed, wiggling slightly to get comfortable.
You walked right up in front of her and rubbed your cock against her pretty lips. Slowly, you pressed your tip into her mouth. The new position blocked most of your view of her face, but your gaze was fixated on the muscles in her neck.
Slowly, you pushed forward, inch by inch. You took your time, making sure Jisoo was comfortable - as comfortable as she could be with a cock entering her throat. Deeper and deeper, until you felt yourself at the entrance of her throat again.
Instead of pushing through with force, you slowly eased into her throat. She gagged once, making you stop just before your cock went all the way in, but she didn’t tap out. After giving her just a second to adjust, you pushed forward again until your entire cock was once again down her throat.
This time she didn’t panic. Carefully, you pulled your hips back until you were halfway out before pushing back in. Her whole body shook at times, yet still she endured. You started to move your hips back and forth, carefully watching her, observing the saliva making a mess all over her face.
All your efforts to make this work had distracted you from how amazing it felt - until now. The tightness of Jisoo’s throat around your tip suddenly flooded your senses. In and out you went, slowly but steadily, while words could not explain how amazing her mouth felt around your cock. The new angle made it considerably easy to push your cock down her neck; hopefully it was easier for her as well.
It was secretly the greatest blessing that she wasn’t tapping out. Her body was swaying back and forth with your movements, her tits sliding up and down just slightly. You couldn’t hold back, not with how good Jisoo’s mouth felt, and you found yourself leaning forward to get better leverage.
There was an incredible amount of wetness coating your shaft now - as well as Jisoo’s face. Each time you went in, your balls grazed against her nose, sticking to her skin slightly whenever you pulled back due to the spit that had accumulated all over her face.
Leaning forward, you took her tits into your palms and gently began caressing them. She had her hands balled up in fists, her knuckles white, but she didn’t tap out. You gave her nipples little pinches which seemed to relax her, or perhaps it simply redirected the discomfort away from her tight throat.
She opened her hands, laying them flat on the bed. You couldn’t help but notice a wet spot on her panties, it seemed she at least somewhat enjoyed this. Subtle gagging noises were escaping her mouth, but for the most part the only noise in the room was wetness of skin sliding against skin.
The fact that she was able to take your whole cock with ease already was incredible. Jisoo was incredible. You could feel yourself getting close to your climax as your cock gently poked the back of her mouth over and over again. It was almost time, you felt the tension building up all the way to your thighs, you were probably two or three thrusts away from launching your cum down her neck.
Then her body went into a frenzy as she started tapping the bed. Immediately, you pulled your cock out, not hesitating for a second. You crouched down and supported her head, softly sitting her up as she coughed spit all over her chin and torso.
“I felt like I couldn’t breathe,” Jisoo croaked while you rubbed her back gently. “I panicked.”
“Don’t worry,” you leaned over to grab some tissues off the side table. “Come here.”
She turned around on the bed and let you wipe the mess off her face. After tossing the tissues aside, you took a seat next to her on the bed and hugged her.
“Now do it harder, I know you’re holding back,” she insisted, wiping her eyes with the back of hand. “Please, I can take it.”
“I don’t…”
“He’s not going to be this gentle,” Jisoo pleaded. “This time, face fuck me until you cum.”
“Are you absolutely sure you want this?”
“Yes,” Jisoo answered firmly. “This time, no tapping out, fuck my throat until you cum no matter how much I protest.”
“Jisoo there’s no-”
“Please.”
After a heavy exhale, you grabbed her hand and pulled her over so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. You lifted one leg onto the bed next to her, and with both hands on the back of her head, you looked down remorsefully into her eyes.
“I’m sorry for this,” you muttered before tightening your grip.
What happened next was the most satisfyingly painful dilemma you have ever experienced. On one hand, watching Jisoo’s body go limp as your hips slammed into her face felt wrong. Yet, the way her throat opened up and was comfortably accepting your cock just felt so right. No matter how hard you thrusted into her face, you made sure to stay aware of her hand, ready to stop as soon as she tapped.
But she never tapped.
Even as you pushed deeper and deeper, her entire head being pushed around like a glorified fleshlight, she never once showed any signs of giving up. For a bit, she had her eyes closed, focused entirely on keeping her jaw lax enough for your cock to ease into it.
For some time, she had her eyes open, unable to look up at you. Despite that, you could see the cogs turning in her mind, fresh thoughts filling the pretty girl each time your balls flopped against her chin. That slapping sound got wetter and wetter as Jisoo’s saliva refused to stay put. It spilled out of her lips through the slight gaps your cock wasn’t plugging.
There was a subtle hint of guilt, one that got worse when you focused on how amazing Jisoo’s throat felt. You ignored it, remembering that this was Jisoo’s request. In a way, you were doing her a favor, that’s what you told yourself as you watched your cock disappear into her mouth.
Her throat had been taking a relentless attack for a few minutes now, and she was still holding on without any signs of giving up. You, on the other hand, were nearing your own breaking point once again. It was impossible to hold on much longer without stopping entirely, but that was just as difficult as trying to hold on.
As your cock went all the way into her mouth, you held her face against your body for a few seconds, just long enough for her to start gagging. As soon as she did, you pulled your cock out entirely, a thick string of Jisoo’s saliva connecting it to her mouth.
She coughed heavily, spitting out the excess spit before looking up at you again and opening her mouth. You took the cue and plunged back in, going all the way to the balls. With a spin of your hand to wrap her hair around your fist, you fucked her throat a dozen or so more times before again holding your cock down her neck.
This time she held on for a bit longer, but again as soon as she started to gag you pulled out. You gave her less time to recover this time before again entering her mouth, making her deepthroat your cock a few times before repeating the sequence.
Each time you pulled out, you gave her less time to catch her breath. At this point, she wouldn’t even spit out, she would just take the short second to take a breath and let the saliva naturally drip out of her mouth and down onto her thighs while she prepared for the next barrage of throat fucking.
At this point you were only thrusting two or three times before holding, you knew any more than that would lead to you exploding in her mouth. After one particularly hefty gag, you decided it was time to test your theory after giving Jisoo an extra few seconds to catch her breath this time - she would need it.
With a firm grip on her hair, you pushed past her lips for what you figured would be the last time. Slowly, you pressed forward until yet again your cock was embedded into her throat. Then you pulled back all the way and started jamming your hips back and forth as hard as you could.
Jisoo started to moan loudly, her hand squeezing your thigh but never tapping out. You could see in her eyes that she was bracing herself for what you both knew was about to come. A few thrusts later, ending with one final crash, you started to release.
You kept your cock as far down her throat as physically possible, staring into her eyes as you throbbed into her mouth. Your cum immediately went down her neck, there was no need for swallowing at this point. Jisoo’s face was turning red, but she still never tapped out. You held your cock there until the very last pulse released, before slowly pulling out.
As soon as your cock left her mouth and you let go of her head, Jisoo hunched over and started coughing. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand before spitting on the floor some more. You turned around to grab a towel for her when you noticed the door was open.
“Wow,” Lisa whispered while Jennie was standing next to her with her mouth wide open in shock.
“It’s not what it looks like,” you quickly explained as Jennie walked past you and sat next to Jisoo, comforting her.
“That was… wow,” Lisa commented, still looking at you in pure shock.
“Jisoo that was so impressive,” Jennie gushed, wiping Jisoo’s chin for her.
“So,” Lisa began. “Want to explain why you just throat fucked the life out of Jisoo?”
“It was my idea,” Jisoo croaked from the bed.
Lisa turned to her, eyebrows raised, but Jennie was the one who spoke up.
“She has a meeting with him.”
As if that made all the sense in the world, Lisa suddenly understood everything.
“Ah, practice is a good idea, it’s better than going in for the first time without any,” Lisa commented casually before grabbing your hand.
You took one last look at Jisoo hunched over, still leaking saliva from her lips while Jennie patted her back, before letting Lisa pull you out of the room.
“Lisa,” you stopped walking, making Lisa look back over her shoulder curiously at you. “This person Jisoo was talking about… have you…?”
“Yes.”
“Oh…” you sighed heavily.
“It was different for me,” Lisa disclosed, giving your hand a little tug.
“Different how?”
“Look, he’s really into doing… basically what you just did to Jisoo,” Lisa continued. “But I’m his favorite member.”
“So what did he make you do?” you asked, following Lisa into a new bedroom.
“Turns out he also likes being on the receiving end,” Lisa giggled. “I rode his face until he nearly passed out.”
“For what it’s worth, he’s not the only one who’d be into that.”
“Is that so?” Lisa asked coyly, sliding a finger down your chest. “Who else would be?”
“Any other day,” you answered, struggling to match her energy. “Just not right now.”
“Come on now,” Lisa stepped back. “Don’t beat yourself up over what just happened, it’s going to help her in the long run.”
“Yeah it was easier to use that as an excuse when I was horny as hell watching you and Jennie fool around,” you sighed. “Of course I deluded myself as soon as Jisoo suggested it, but that wasn’t right.”
Lisa looked at you understandingly, expression full of sympathy.
“You didn’t do a bad thing.”
“Didn’t I?” you replied, making Lisa jump slightly as your voice was a bit louder than you intended. “Sorry, it’s just… I didn’t know I had it in me to do that to her.”
“You didn’t hurt her,” Lisa tried reassuring you. “She may be the least experienced out of us, but she’s still the strongest member.”
“I hope you’re right,” you sighed. “I can’t get her look out of my mind.”
“How about you think about something else for a second,” Lisa suggested. “Like perhaps this boyfriend girlfriend thing actually happening?”
“Do you mean it?”
“This morning when you kissed Jennie, I was joking about being jealous,” Lisa said genuinely. “But part of me kinda thought hey, what if our thing was real?”
“Even though you just walked in on me and Jisoo…?”
“That wouldn’t stop.”
“What do you mean?” you asked, confused by her intentions.
“These three are my closest friends in the world,” Lisa clarified. “If we began dating, you would have to be comfortable entertaining the idea that they’ll be involved sometimes.”
“Involved?”
“You know what I’m hinting at,” Lisa laughed as she jumped onto her bed. “As long as nothing happens behind my back.”
“Alright Lisa, I promise I’m not just saying this because of what you just said, but I’m down for this if you are.”
“Then it’s official, baby boy is now my boyfriend.”
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A/N:
Life. Has. Been. So. Busy! I seriously wish I had more time to write! It probably doesn't help that I'm currently working like like... 5(?) different fics at the same time. Little teaser, Private Manager is being worked on again, Photographer is still being worked on, KAMPFyre is still being worked on, and some others that I'm going to keep secret.
I was originally going to continue making these chapters 10k words long, but then I hit a really nice breaking point and it happend to be around 5k words. It got me thinking, if I'm going to keep writing more, why not just keep my general aim of 5k words?
So yeah, that's why this chapter might feel a bit shorter, but on the bright side I can reveal that I'm about 2k words deep into Chapter 4. Yup, turns out I enjoy writing this series, and apparently a lot of my readers like it as well, so I guess there's more coming! Plot stuff is already done for the next chapter (or two).
Anyway, thanks again everyone for being patient! Let me know if you guys are still enjoying this series (although I'll continue it at least for one or two more chapters either way because I personally enjoy writing it and have ideas still). By all means feel free to leave comments/messages/asks/whatever, I try to read all of them!
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aki threatening to make us housewives………. the way i physically gasped 😭. he’s the worst—one year as your senpai and he’s already decided you’re his.
it’s so vile too bc you want it, want him more than anything. want aki to cream your cute pussy ‘til you’re bloated. wanna hold up chunky lil babies that giggle and pull at their daddy’s topknot :((
the way i immediately opened my docs this ask sent my brain into overdrive
Glutton.
cw: car sex. breeding. dumbification. overstimulation. choking (aki wraps his hand around your neck) creampie. 1.1k
You already know he’ll name it after his little brother.
Or his mom. Whatever her name was? You’ve been chalking up ideas since he put it in your head and now it feels like you can’t remember a thing. Just your hope that if it’s a boy it’ll look like him and if it’s a girl - for her sake - she won’t have her mother’s tendency to misbehave.
You’re nothing if not a glutton for punishment.
You know, you’ve always assumed that Aki was a smart guy. I mean he’s team leader for a reason? He’s level headed in most cases, stalwart when it counts, a little demented but conscious of the things he does, and stubborn. He’d walk on a plate of fire just to prove a point - but it’s not a bad thing to stay true to your own ideals. This is a guy who keeps his promises. Every single one of them.
He’s too ticked off to put two and two together. “It’s like you like pissing me off.”
Aki’s heated breaths burn sear marks into the crook of your throat, just over the open wing of your collar and love notes left by his lips from earlier. Your brain’s too mushy to do anything but pant into the air, blowing thicker tufts of condensation that have already turned his car windows misty.
He’s fucking you like he means to turn your guts around, pistoning into your poor overstimmed cunt like it’s all he’s meant to do. Not even faltering when the acrylics of your nails tear shallow gashes into his button up - If you had the half of mind, you could even say he enjoys it.
Feeling you cling to him so desperately as he grunts in the crook of your shoulder, tighten when he curses at you. Maybe he’s too blissed out. Maybe he’s not as smart as you took him for. But you seem to be taking the repercussions of your misbehavior in stride.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Aki hisses in your ear. “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve going over my head after what I told you.”
You croon when he lifts one of your legs and fastens it over his arm to get you at a better angle - a deeper angle. God, his seats are probably ruined.
You already knew you were in trouble when he offered to drive you home. You knew the look in his eyes, and you knew Makima was obviously gonna tell the guy overseeing you that you requested clearance to be contracted with a new devil, especially one so substantial. You even pulled the extra stop of shoeing in a compelling argument. ‘The life of a hunter is short anyway. Why not make it mean something?’
Like getting knocked up by your boss in the back of his Lincoln. “P-…Please forgive me, senpai! I’m- fuck, m’so sorry-“
“You might as well get used to calling me by my first name.” He grunts. “It’d be pretty fucking confusing when we start sharing my last.”
Aki lets out a broken curse when you tighten up again. “God, I can’t believe you. Were you even gonna tell me? Was I just supposed to find out when you…”
He doesn’t even finish the thought. Instead he blows out a puff of air against your pulse that makes you shutter. Lifts his head to look at you more directly and stares at you for a moment. There’s a lot of emotions behind his eyes that you’re not exactly cognizant to decipher. A way the tendons in his jaw tense - that seems less angry and more ‘something else entirely.’ But before you can zero your misty eyes on what exactly that could be, he’s already pressing his lips against yours.
A slow kiss. Not messy and unrestrained like earlier but savory. Sensuous lip smacking all the more sultry when he tilts his head to follow the current of the kiss. His loose hair falls freely over your face, lax from all the tugging you’ve been doing since he started turning your insides to bisque. But a kiss like this is the kind you give when it means something. Goosebump and butterfly inducing - You moan in his mouth and he swallows it heartily.
And then he deepens it.
That earnest passionance becomes lustful and raunchy before you can even realize he’s sucking on your tongue. Deepening his thrusts until you’re feeling him in your stomach and groaning down your throat when your fingers start to dig into his scalp. If you didn’t know any better you’d say Aki was hoping for this kind of outcome just as much as you were. Especially when he starts to angle his thrusts for the spot that has you gushing around him like he likes.
The kiss leaves a gossamer trail of his spit when he pulls back for another look at you. Your pretty doe eyes have gone teary.
“Don’t even worry about your resignation, I fired you as soon as I found out.” Aki grunts. “We’ll figure out the living arrangements later.”
Your eyes roll back when he settles for a firm grip on your throat. “I’ll have to get a bigger car. Oh fuck - And a car seat.”
You babble something that sounds like a cross between “So good!” and “I’m cumming!” but it’s more a jumbled mess of moans and overstimulated whimpers. He’s stopped counting the amount of times your pretty pussy has gone into the process of milking him for all he’s got. But even as he follows you over the edge does he continue to fuck you brainless.
Aki peers down at the mess you’re making on his leather seats. “S-Shit. Quit wasting it. I’m not stopping till I know it’ll take.”
“S’good, senpai! A-Aki-senpai! So good! It’s s’good!”
He pulls your other leg up till you're folded in a mating press, groaning at the difference in angle. “You know - mhph - You’re even cuter when you’re all fucked out like this.”
His dick twitches at the way you start to drool. “Gonna be my pretty wife? Gimme some pretty babies?”
“Sso pretty…!” You slur. “G’nna make you a daddy!”
He gives you a blitzed smile that definitely says he’s as far gone as you are. “Yeah?”
Your mouth gapes as he bends over you, much too deep with your legs hooked over his shoulders and pressing his hips flat against your ass to grind in as thoroughly as possible.
“So stupid…” Aki skims his lips over yours. “You’re stupid if you think I’m done with you after that.”
He hums as he brings you into another kiss, briefly pulling away to murmur drunkenly. “Gimme a pretty family, baby.”
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Sleepyhead | Aitana Bonmatí x Reader
probably the absolute cutest request ever. I am soft for Aitana always... ha this was harder to write than expected, but hope you enjoy :)
Breakfast was always loud with the team, and you loved it. Well you loved it for the duration of your meal, but then it was the quiet that you desired. Your eyes scan over the lounge area as you move to throw out your trash. Spotting Aitana sitting alone on a couch in the corner and making your way over.
A smile breaks across her face as she sees you approaching, “did you eat first?” You nod as she pats her lap inviting you to lay down. “Estás bien?”
You wrap your arms around her waist, face burying itself into her stomach, “sí,” you mumble. 
Aitana tries to ignore the butterflies that erupt within her at the feeling, “that tickles,” she giggles a hand beginning to work through your hair. You hum already finding yourself dozing into dreamland. 
“NOPE! NOT TODAY,” Mapi’s voice booms from across the room as Aitana’s hand comes up to cover your ear.
You groan, still able to hear the steps approaching as Aitana speaks in a hushed voice, “Mapi por favor, leave her.” 
You don’t move trying to ignore the poking fingers you feel at your back, “time to wake up, no nap today.”
Aitana’s hand brushes against your back as she swats away at the intruding fingers, “I’ll tell Ingrid.” The poking seized instantly, a huff and footstops heard retreating shortly after. “Lo siento,” Aitana whispers to you. 
“Gracias Tana,” you tell her quietly, pulling your face away just enough so she can see you. Her face flushes as she sends you a nod, returning to her task of running her fingers through your hair. 
You breathe deeply, relaxing once again in her lap. This was your calm. Aitana had become someone who so easily brought you peace and comfort in Barcelona over the last three years. You don’t know when you picked up the habit that earned you the title of sleepyhead. 
It was like whenever Aitana had an open shoulder or lap your head couldn’t help but fall into it. Much too the misery of your teammates who the girl was quick to fuss at if they got too rowdy around you. 
Team movie nights were the worst. You don’t think you have made it to the end of one in all of your time in Barcelona. There would be pokes at your cheeks and tickles at your feet by your teammates that Aitana was quick to shut down. At the end, waking up to her gentle words and protective arm around you was bliss. 
She would always joke on bus rides that it was only because her stories were so boring, but that wasn’t it. Her voice could soothe even the most agitated person, that you were sure of. Smooth as velvet the words would fall from her tongue and soothe you like a lullaby. 
Your morning naps before training never lasted long, just a quick spurt of energy recharge and you hear her soft, “time to train,” floating into your ear. Her smiling face is always there to greet you. She perfectly timed your wake ups for you, giving the needed amount of time to wake up gently, get yourself together, and make it to the pitch in time. 
“Aw, sleeping beauty has risen,” Lucy jokes coming up to you on the walk out. It was her favorite joke, but you’d never once laughed at it. “Did Prince Charming take care of you?”
You scoff, “wrong movie idiot,” you shove her before sprinting away from her incoming attack. 
You didn’t much mind the teasing these days. You did mind however when they took it too far and made it a point to keep the two of you separate on trips. 
That’s what happens the next match day. You walk onto the bus and see Ona sitting beside her childhood friend, a sly smirk covering her face. You had no doubt Lucy put her up to it as payback for the other day. “Ona,” you whine, “please can I have my seat.”
“Your seat? We don’t have assigned seats. Sit with me today (y/n),” Lucy hangs over the seat from a few rows behind. You roll your eyes, you would sit on top of the bus before you sat beside Lucy.
“Ona please,” you attempt to give her your best pout. 
“Sorry (y/n),” she shrugs. You look at Aitana and see the conflict in her eyes. She looks ready to get up and follow you to a new spot when Ona’s arm comes down on her waist. “Nope, we have catching up to do.” You can see Aitana’s small frame deflate back into the seat, a sympathetic smile sent your way.
“Sit with me,” Alexia’s calm voice comes from a few rows in front of you. Sighing in defeat and making your way over. “You can rest…on my shoulder if you need.”
You knew Alexia meant well, the captain was one of the few who didn’t try to bother you. You send her a grateful smile as you feel your phone going off in your hand, ‘please nap well still.” You try to settle into Alexia’s shoulder after reading Aitana’s words. 
It’s not as comfortable, Alexia is stiff and you can tell this isn’t ideal for either of you. It was a long ride of tossing and turning between her shoulder and leaning against the window. You feel some shuffling over you before you finally feel settled against the window after way too long. 
A nap was never a part of your pre-match routine. However, ever since you and Aitana had become unofficial bus buddies it felt mandatory that you take one. 
It seems as soon as you get into a restful sleep that Alexia is shaking you awake. Again it’s not like Aitana she wouldn’t shake you and definitely not let you sleep all the way to the stadium. Aitana gives you a five minute window to wake up before you arrive. 
“Gracias Alexia,” she sends you a curt nod. You get ready to remove the puffer that was draped over you when you're hit with the familiar scent of lavender and vanilla. A blush creeping its way to your face when you see the 14 on the sleeve. 
“She said you would get cold,” Alexia says as she walks away. 
You shake away your overwhelming thoughts and hop off the bus. Aitana by your side the moment you reach the visitors' change room. “Did you sleep?”
“A bit, I couldn’t get comfortable,” you tell her quietly. “Thanks for the jacket, it helped.”
“Told you to sit with me, kid. Everyone knows La Reina is a terrible Prince Charming,” Lucy pokes fun at the captain. 
“Quick! Someone grab a pillow,” Patri shouts through the room. “She’ll be asleep in ten seconds,” she jokes as your head drops to Aitana's shoulder when you both take a seat in front of your jersey. 
It was nothing new, you had heard all the jokes at this point. You let them have their fun and focus on the match.
Afterwards you are eager to get to the bus first, refusing to let Ona steal your spot again. You snuggle into Aitana’s side the moment you slide in. She smiles at you before placing a kiss on your head, “you played so well today.”
“Thank you, so did you,” you yawn, head burying deeper into her chest as she wraps an arm around you. 
The peace doesn’t last long after a win. The girl’s at the back of the bus blasting music as soon as it sets off. Loud conversations and laughter filling your ears. “Do you want headphones? I made a new playlist for you.” 
“Not going to sleep, just wanted a little cuddle to make up for earlier.” Aitana smiles like she knows something you don’t, but doesn’t say anything. Instead she just dives straight into a conversation. 
You liked the dynamic you and Aitana had, she didn’t mind having to carry a conversation as you much preferred to just listen. As usual, the patterns begin to get drawn into the fabric of Aitana’s pants with your finger. Your head drops before you quickly snap up right in an attempt to stay awake. Aitana’s melodic voice fading as she guides your head down against her shoulder. It was inevitable, no matter how hard you tried to fight it.
A rough bump in the road jolts you awake, and you can hear the soft vocals playing in your ear. Aitana had placed one of her earbuds in your ear to drown out the noise of the bus while you sleep. You look up to see her resting against the window, an arm wrapped around you causing her neck to be in an awkward position. 
It wasn’t often the midfielder fell asleep on the bus with you, well not that you were aware of. You gently remove her arm from around you and place her head against you. Perfect timing as always Lucy walks past, “look at you taking care of Prince Charming for once.”
“It’s only fair,” you say, removing the earbud from your ear. 
“You like her,” Lucy smirks, deciding to take a seat in the open row next to you. 
You look down at Aitana resting against your shoulder, “I like her,” you agree with a nod. It was the first time you admitted it. 
“Well if you can stay awake long enough maybe you should tell her,” you roll your eyes at her jab. 
“Maybe I will,” you stick your tongue out at Lucy as she gets up to leave. Aitana shifting against your arm, she rubs her face along you before sitting up. “You’re awake.”
“I’m awake,” she confirms, staring at you sleepily.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You laugh at the almost frightened look. 
“Because I don’t want to pressure you, but I also don’t want to pretend I didn’t hear what you said,” Aitana looks down at her lap. 
“Oh…OH,” your eyes bulging out of your head. “You don’t have to say anything, it's fine. I’m sorry I said it.”
“It wasn’t on purpose. I really was trying to fall back asleep, and we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I’m glad to know,” she finally looks up, a blush coating her cheek. 
“Can we pretend you didn’t hear it and I can tell you in a better way when we aren’t whispering on a bus?” Aitana smiles and nods excitedly. “Do you want to have a movie night?”
“Just the two of us?” She questions and you nod , “might be boring. You will fall asleep on me.”
You scoff crossing your arms with a pout, “it’s not my fault you are so comfy.”
Aitana quickly leans in to kiss your cheek, “I like our cuddles, sleepyhead.” 
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purerae · 11 months
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What if the reader was high/drunk and when she’s high/drunk she’s the sweetest and very loving. How would Kieran react? Would he be all lovey with her?
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YANDERE!PLAYBOY X FEM!READER.
DRUNK IN SWEETNESS // ONESHOT.
warnings ;; yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour , fluff, obsession, lying (??), jealousy etc, slight angst (if you squint)
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Kieran walks into the party that he was dreading going to. Because he gave up hooking up with girls, going to parties was too boring for him. He can’t get drunk because he has a very high tolerance and the conversations he has with his so-called ‘friends’ makes him want to feel pain so he can shoot himself five times in the head.
The white-haired male would much rather talk with you, feel you, and joke around with you. Too bad, every time he asks for your number you mutter out a sarcastic response and switch the topic.
It’s not his fault he wants to speak with you at all times! I mean…He could just sneak into your house and watch you from there. But he isn’t going to do that of course! He’s not a fucking creep.
As he walks deeper into the house party, alcohol is pushed against his nose as his past hookups wink at him, the ones who want to be his new girl attempt to walk up to him but he just gives them a wink and pushes past them. If he got a coin for the number of people who dabbed him up and knew his name while he didn’t know theirs, He’d probably be twice as rich as he is now.
The playboy (or ‘former’ playboy) gets pulled into a conversation with the football jocks as they speak about the next game, who they’re going to go for and just basic stuff etc. Kieran makes a joke here and there and he can’t tell if they’re laughing at it because it was legitimately funny or if they’re laughing because they want to get on his good side.
With you, he never had to think that. He knows that you laugh if something is actually funny and God, it makes him feel so proud when he’s the one who gets the laugh out of you.
Speaking of you…His eyes glance away from the group for a split second and the same eyes widen at the scene in front of him. It was you. Dressed up for a party he would never imagine you would go to and hell, you looked fine as fuck. But there was no way you would go to this shitty party! Who would even invite you? The jocks?? No, no it couldn’t have been. Could it?
Maybe he’s just too obsessed with you that he’s imagining you there. He quickly disregards the conversation and walks up to the couch he’s supposedly imagining you on. But there you were, In the flesh. He gives you an infamous smirk before smoothly saying
“Woah, didn’t kn—“ “Oh, my god!! Kieran! Helloooo!!” You grin at him before jumping up from your seat, almost stumbling to the ground and give him a big hug before giggling. “Fancy seeing you here~!”
Kieran remained still for what felt like hours but was actually around 5 seconds. Why were you happy to see him? Why are you hugging him??? “…Haha hey now— What’s gotten’ into you princess?”
This was one of the first times he was almost speechless. Normally you reject his advances constantly. Even if he put an arm around your shoulder, you would give him a sharp glare and push him off. But now…You’re hugging him?!
Unfortunately for him, you let go of the blissful hug before looking up at him and pouting with wide glassy eyes.
“Are you not happy to see me…I’m r-really happy to see you, Kieran!” You sniff and flop back onto the couch. Glaring at him with narrowed eyes and a pout on your cherished lips.
The blue-eyed male recovers from his shocked flustered stare before realising…bottles everywhere, your eyes were struggling to stay open, emotions off the rail. You were obviously drunk! Your personality seemed more intimate too. He could use this to his advantage. Kieran quickly sits down next to you and holds onto your arm.
“Of course, I'm happy to see you, cutie! I'm always happy to see your pretty little face~” He flirts back at you, wondering how the drunk version of you would respond.
You lean into his touch and smile. “I knew you’d be happy to see me..!!” you look at his face and then his shirt before placing a hand against it. “Woah— your shirt suits you so much, Kier! You should wear blue more often” You compliment him with a wide smile and your eyes closed.
Kieran looks at your flushed face. In his heart, he knows it’s because of the alcohol but ignorance is bliss so he’ll pretend it was because of him. His face matched yours despite not drinking anything. The new nickname and the compliment which you never give him, gives him electrical pangs in his heart.
He looks down at you with a widened smile and you’re so close to him, he just wants to kiss your red plumped lips but decided against it. He wanted you to be sober when you guys kissed. He wants you to remember his lips on yours.
“Jesus, how much did you drink princess?” He mutters to himself, intending for you not to hear but since you guys are only 8 cm away from each other, you hear him loud and clear.
With a big frown, you say “I'm not drunk…at all… barely even dranked…drunk..drank?” you slur your words out and struggle to keep your head up before giving up and placing it on his chest.
To people surrounding you guys, it looks as though you’re his millionth girlfriend and he’s just flirting with you. But Kieran doesn’t care what people think. The male turns you around and lets you lean on his chest with a content smile, he wraps his hands around your shoulders.
“Hm? I believe you babe~ you’re not drunk at all, yeah?” He says with a humming tune in his voice.
You let out a “Mhm!” noise and you guys stay like that for a while. Kieran is flirting with you and instead of your sarcastic responses, you giggle and laugh while acting all sweet to him too. He knows if you were sober right now and saw how you were acting with him, saw the very public display of affection, You’d vomit all over the place and never speak with him again.
But he was always good at keeping secrets.
Your sweet conversation got cut off by one of Kieran’s ‘friends’ who walks up to you both with a drink in hand before laughing.
“Yoo, this your new bitch? She’s hot as fuck, where’d ya’ get her?” He yells out, obviously drunk and high and everything in between.
Kieran’s smirk turns into an angered look. Something no one has ever seen before. His eyes darken as he hears the cunt refer to the love of his life as a ‘bitch’…as well as complimenting her too! No one deserves to compliment what's his. He should be the one to call you hot, not some guy who doesnt even know your name.
He snarls out “She’s my girlfriend you freak, Say shit like that one more time and I’ll knock you the fuck out. Got it?” He places his signature smirk back on but his eyes remain the same.
The poor guy has never seen Kieran act like this before. This was a look he never wanted to see ever again. He responds meekly with a “m-my bad bro” Before scurrying off like a lost little sheep.
Kieran’s smirk drops once again as he holds you even tighter in his grasp. His fingers dig into your skin as you yelp in pain.
“Ow!”
His touch loosens. “Sorry princess, just close your eyes again for’ me, okay?” He looks down at you and sees your tilted head staring at him with a confused and worrying stare. He raises his eyebrow before you softly explain
“I’m…your girlfriend?” Kieran laughs and nods his head confidently.
“Of course! Did my cute girl drink so much that she almost forgot?~” He pecks your nose before leaning back onto the armrest and closing his eyes, his arms still resting against your body.
You make a noise of confusion before accepting the fact that you’re his ‘girlfriend’ and get comfortable against him again.
“Ah…Sorry!” You giggle out. and hold onto his arms.
Kieran knows this is wrong. He knows that if you knew he did this, you'd hate him forever. But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help the domestic feeling of being a boyfriend. Your boyfriend.
Although he loves your snarky responses, He could definitely get used to the sweet side of you. Just one more hour of this. Please.
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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months
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Could you write something like whenever reader can’t go go a race she secretly packs a good luck charm for Oscar, like a handmade bracelet or something, which improves his mood on race weekends as if a part of her is there with him, and he returns with a gift for her too and just a lot of affection
A/N: this is cute, I just couldn't resist
"I hate that you can't go." Wrapping his arms around your waist, he buries his face into your shoulder. "Oscar, I know. But, you'll do just fine." Patting his head you go back to fixing dinner.
"Yes, but I want you there. Summer break is about to be over. Don't want to leave you." Placing the knife down you turn. "Wombat, these last few weeks, have been. Blissful." Kissing him on the nose he pouts.
"Can't we just go back to bed?" Fingers dance on your side which has you laughing. "No...we..." You gasp between laughs trying to say no. "Oscar." He laughs lifting you up as he carries you to the bedroom.
Tossing you on the bed he jumps on it, making you bounce. "Come with, you're my good luck charm." Pushing out his bottom lip, he makes his eyes big. "Oscar, I have a life and have put it on pause for summer break. I want to be there, but I can't." Pushing his hair back, Oscar groans admitting defeat.
"I'm going to miss this." Moving his body closer he pulls you into him. "I still have to make dinner." You whisper, hearing this his arms tighten around you. "Forget dinner." Giggling Oscar shuts you up, kissing you as his hands move over your body.
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Sitting in bed, you keep the blanket wrapped tight around you. Your boyfriend currently lays on his stomach, sleeping. Holding a small flashlight you work the blue and orange beads onto the elastic band. The mention of you being a good luck charm you came up with an idea.
You always saw fans making bracelets for the drivers, so why not make one for your boyfriend. Each strand had the orange and blue beads but then white, red, and blue for his flag, your favorite colors and other things.
Oscar snorts, rolling over as you freeze not wanting him to wake up. When he doesn't you sigh out in relief finishing up the bracelet.
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He hated this, being in another country away from you was torture. Oscar wanted nothing more than to have you unpacking with him. Tossing out some clothes, he hears something rattle. "Ugh, what broke."
Searching for the noise he finds something bright orange poking out. Hooking a finger under it, he pulls it out your little gift. "What?" A little tag sticks on it, your familiar handwriting on it.
Your good luck charm
His goofy smile spreads across his face, as he pulls the tag off and slides the bracelet on. "I love you." Kissing it, he knows damn well he was going to do great.
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Oscar had texted you a couple hours ago that he was home. Sadly, you couldn't great him as you had work and other things to do. Unlocking the door, you stutter to a stop. Flowers and little fake candles line the hallway, with hesitant steps you poke around the corner.
Oscar was clearly unaware of you being home as he stood in the kitchen focusing hard on whatever was on the stove. Your little table had a white cloth and nice bouquet of flowers and little boxes with bows on them.
"Oscar." Gasping you drop your bag, whipping around he groans. The surprise was ruined hating that he couldn't meet you at the door. "Surprise?" Looking up you smile, small puffs of smoke floating up behind his back.
"Oscar! The stove." Curses leave his mouth as he grabs the pan tossing it in the sink and dousing it in water. "Damn, there went dinner." Laughing you grab your phone. "Pizza?" He nods making sure nothing else was burning.
An hour later you and Oscar lay on the couch eating pizza, Oscar refusing you to lay anywhere else but on his chest. Your back was pressed to his chest watching some trashy show.
"I got you gifts." You hum, not caring for them. This was a better gift. Pizza and trashy shows with your boyfriend? Nothing beats this. "Here." He places a little box on your stomach, wiping your grease covered hands on your napkin you open the box.
He waits for your reaction, smiling as you pull out Oscar's good luck charm. "You're gifting me your bracelet I made you?" You don't like this, seeing as his smile grows on his face. "Nope, I'm wearing mine." Lifting his arm from behind his head showing off the one you made for him.
"Oscar, you-" Closing the box you turn hugging him as he takes deep breaths enjoying this moment. "My favorite colors, your flag, exact copy of mine. Now we both have our good luck charm." Smiling you open the box again and slide it on. "How'd you make this?" Winking he keeps his mouth closed.
"Not revealing my secrets." Studying the bracelet you notice two small initials on one of the beads. You have to make a mental note to thank Logan for making this.
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ceriseheaven · 1 year
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could you write clothed joseph/naked reader where reader is straddling him, fully tired from her day, and he just gently fucks her to sleep? 👀 i know you're busy so take you're time, darling, i would wait forever for you <3 (trying my hand at charisma there)
shoutout to the clothed/naked kink, gotta be one of my favorite genres 😵‍💫
warnings: fluffy smut so minors shoo away. + my daddy kink making a little appearance at the end so if you're not into that.. ignore it i guess
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"hey.. you're okay?" joe asks, getting up from where he's sat on the couch and walking towards you. he knows you better than he knows himself so he knows when something isn't quite right. "what is it love?"
work has always been work, it was never something you enjoyed or hated. it was merely a paid chore that needed to get done in time throughout the week and for the most of it, it was alright. most of it didn't include fridays when you have to stay for two extra hours for the weekly meeting with the other employees and your boss.
after pulling all these hours, all you wanted to do was get back home and fall asleep inside of your boyfriend's arms while his hands massage the tension off your body.
you grab his arms and made him walk backwards, he sits down after the back of his knees hit the couch and you put each one of your legs on the side of his thighs, sitting down straddling his lap. "i'm okay, just tired." you tell him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and closing your eyes. "today was a bitch and she bit my ass"
he chuckles at your choice of words, bringing his hands down to your ass and gently kneading the skin there over your clothes, massaging it. "that sounds terrible i'm so sorry baby, how about i take care of you hmm? make it better?" he asks, kissing the top of your head.
"please i'd do anything to have this day end on a better note"
"yeah? then lift your arms for me, would you sweets?" he asks and you do as he says. he holds the end of your shirt then pull it off your head, his hands rest on your bare waist, caressing your skin there tenderly before one hand moves to your back where he undoes your bra with a quick flick of his fingers.
you almost moan at the feeling of relief your shoulders are experiencing after a long day of holding up the tight straps. he pulls your bra down your arms, leaving you naked from the waist up.
his hands find your shoulders and he massages them for a bit, digging his thumbs in deep and undoing the knots in your muscles one by one, "that feels good my love?" he asks, kissing your jaw as you nod while he slowly dips his hands down to your tits, giving them their fair share of his attention, massaging and fondling them lovingly. "can you lift your pretty hips for me a bit darling? need to rid you of these jeans"
you put all what's left of your strength into doing as he said, lifting your hips off his lap so he pulls your jeans, grabbing each one of your legs to slide it down them along with your panties so he wouldn't need to ask you to do this again.
"better now?" he asks as you settle in his lap again, housing your face in his chest and he wraps his arms around your naked figure securely, providing you with enough warmth to make you want to drift into sleep.
you hum quietly while his hands rub all the way from your shoulders down your spine then to your thighs and legs, making sure to not leave any piece of you untouched or neglected as he continues leaving kisses on your temples, your forehead and any spot his lips can reach.
after a while of a much needed blissful rest in his embrace, he feels you getting more and more relaxed in his hold, exactly like you needed to be and he begins to feel you rocking your hips against him while nuzzling your head deeper in his chest trying to conceal your light whimpers but he hears them anyway, "baby what have i told you about those pretty sounds?" he asks as he brings his hand to his pants, pulling it down followed by his boxers. he knows what you need without you ever having to ask for it.
he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, stroking it a few times to get it to harden a little more before lining it up against your wet entrance, knocking the air out of your lungs at the sudden contact before you could answer his question so he answers it for you, "i remember saying i wanted to hear them. i want to hear you whine and moan.. don't hide from me again, yeah my love?" his voice is soft and low, could be mistaken for a whisper when he spoke.
you nod against him as he thrust the tip of his cock inside you, slowly pushing more of his length in, stretching you out with every inch. "god you feel so good around me.. so fucking tight"
grabbing his shirt in your fists, you moan his name into his neck and feel him harden inside of you at that. his grip on your hips is strong but gentle and once he's buried all the way inside you, he sits you back on his lap, rocking your hips against his in slow circles, your clit hitting the end hem of his shirt with each time he brings it close to him but it doesn't feel too much, none of it does, everything feels just right.
the warmth, the fullness, the safety, it all feels just right.
joe's movements stop once he notices your heavy eyelids shutting down but you wince when he does, "you want me to keep going? keep you fucked and full while you fall asleep?"
"yes please daddy" you whine in a whisper. the name doesn't surprise joe, he's heard you say it before whenever your sleepiness controls the best of your thoughts. he's never brought it up to you when you're fully awaken though because you haven't and he worried that it would embarrass you if he did so him being the good boyfriend he is, he kept his mouth shut. it was like a secret he shared with your barely conscious self.
"if that's what my baby wants.." he says as his hands begin to rock your hips on his cock again, gently thrusting in and out of you just enough to keep the stimulation nice and steady for you, giving you enough to feel all of him warming you up from the inside and out. it feels like a dream and a part of you would almost mistakes it for one if it weren't for how real he feels. "go to sleep darling, daddy's got you."
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ihrtsevyn · 2 months
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Can you please write something about Johnnie getting jealous🫶🏼
— JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY . . . 𖤐 | j.g x reader
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synopsis small scenario + headcanons of johnnie being jealous !
warnings slightly aggressive behavior?, cursing, lowercase intended, no specific race/gender/age specified. use of gender neutral terms. reader is intoxicated in the scenario. talks of insecurity.
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SCENARIO:
johnnie would like to think that he isn't a jealous person, but undeniably he is. there's not a worse feeling than seeing the person you love fawn over another.
the feeling that grows in his stomach is unsettling, it makes him want to throw up. do you always scrunch your nose up when you laugh? is this guys jokes really that funny? the way you throw your head back and let out a loud cackle makes it seem so, but johnnie fully believes you're putting on a show. johnnie's funny too. you would know if you weren't so busy cuddled up under...brian? brad? whatever his name is, it doesn't matter. that should be him.
jake had been talking johnnie's ear off for the past 15 minutes about a small brawl that happened between two girls, or was it two guys? johnnie couldn't remember, his eyes had been laser focused on you the entire evening, his ears only picking up bits and pieces of jake's story. the sight hurt him, truthfully. it really shouldn't have because you two weren't dating but he did believe there was something going on between you two. an unspoken mutual attraction.
"dude, you haven't blinked once in the past twenty minutes i've been talking to you." jake worriedly mentioned with raised eyebrows.
jake's small comment easily caught johnnie off-guard. he rubbed his eyes with his free hand before rapidly blinking. his taller friend was joking but it was comical to see the emo get red in the face from embarrassment.
"just go talk to them." jake muttered, following his friends gaze. "they're busy, can't you tell?" johnnie mumbled bitterly before finally tearing his eyes away from your form for the first time that night.
he looked down at the solo cup that he maintained a loose grip on, woefully swirling the alcohol in choppy motions. he couldn't even remember what he was drinking at that point. ever since he laid eyes on that familiar face it's all he's been thinking about. you. you. you.
as well as the fact that all of your attention was on some other guy when it should be him.
jake scoffed before taking a quick sip of his drink, head shaking in disappointment. "just go talk to her, i can't stand to see you looking like a kicked puppy all night."
he tapped johnnie's shoulder a few times before escaping off into another conversation.
johnnie's gaze followed jake's form until he was fully out of sight, turning his full attention back to you. what he didn't expect was for your eyes to already be settled on him, making him freeze in the spot.
you offered him a kind smile before waving him over. he hesitated in his steps before taking quick strides over to you. what happened to that guy you were talking to?
"hey." he quietly muttered with a tight lipped smile. "hey, are you enjoying the party?" you asked. from that sentence alone, johnnie quickly came to the conclusion that you were fucked up. your smile was wide and blissful, eyes glossy and spaced out, not to mention the drunken drawl in your voice.
"sure, are..are you okay?" johnnie asked, a worried tilt in his voice. you nodded your head with closed eyes. the way your head lolled to the side and the cheshire grin on your face made johnnie think that you weren't fully aware of how drunk you had gotten.
"have you met my new friend brandon? he just went to go make us some more drinks. but he's so funny, i swear you'll love him." your pronunciation of words was all over the place and you could barely keep your eyes from closing.
oh, right. brandon was his name. johnnie rolled his eyes at the simple mention of the man before sighing and taking the seat next to you. even with your dazed state you could see the clear annoyance on his face. "i think it's time we get you home, hm?" johnnie muttered, eyes softening at your doe eyed stare.
"you don't like him, do you?" you asked quietly, completely ignoring johnnie's last statement. his eyebrows furrowed at your comment, slightly caught off guard by your question. "what? what do you mean? who don't i like?"
"brandon. you've been staring knives at us the whole time we've been talking."
shit. you saw him? "i-i dont even know the guy enough to hate him." johnnie nervously croaked out, his smile fell weak as he avoided your gaze.
"if i didn't know any better id say...you're jealous." you muttered, a sly smile growing on your lips. "what? no! come on, let's get you home, you're talking nonsense."
"don't you wanna wait for brandon?" you asked looking up at him as he grabbed your arm, pulling you up. "no." he immediately answered with slightly widened eyes.
you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your mouth as you leaned into him for support. "you're definitely jealous." you quietly stated another muted laugh following after.
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HEADCANONS:
he gets quieter. johnnie himself isn't the loudest most out-spoken person but when shuffles to the side and stops inserting himself in certain conversations, you'll know something's wrong.
becomes passive aggressive. he doesn't really mean to, it just comes naturally. the person that you seem to take a liking to makes a joke at someones expense and johnnie will find a way to turn it back on them. adding in snippy comments whenever they talk open their mouth and scoffing in disbelief when you laugh at one of their corny jokes.
tries to act unbothered. he'll force a smile and shrug his shoulders if someone asks him if he's okay. his responses are curt and have a monotonous tone, his voice straining sometimes as he forces out an "i'm good." he thinks he looks cool and unbothered when in his jealous state but instead he looks spaced out and miserable. it's very noticeable how frigid his posture becomes, his jaw clenching in annoyance as he stares daggers at whoever is taking up too much of your time.
overthinks. johnnie has been hurt before and he doesn't want it to happen again. his mind starts to go to a dark place and insecurities start to rise to the surface. he hates feeling this way so once he realizes these harmful thoughts are starting to come back he won't hesitate to voice his thoughts to you. you mean a lot to him and he'd hate for your relationship to go off of the rails because of a lack of trust or because of an insecurity that's been uprooted.
will isolate himself. if he's feeling jealous to the point of anger then he'll outwardly avoid you until he cools down. he goes to the quietest place available and is just alone with his thoughts, which isn't the best idea when he's starting to lose confidence in the role of being your boyfriend.
seeks comfort. in all honesty johnnie doesn't get jealous that easily, it's a rare thing. but when it does happen it's kind of hard to pull him out of that self-deprecating headspace. he won't outright ask for your comfort but as you build your relationship and notice his habits, it's easy to realize when he's in need of some reassurance.
he'll become a fidgety and nervous mess. his thoughts becoming more clouded and loud as time went on. half of his thoughts are telling him to grow a pair and the other half are worriedly expressing their concerns about the state of your relationship. he really just needs to hear you say that he's all you want/need.
once he gets that reassurance that he's the love of your life accompanied with an unwavering confidence from you, he starts to feel all better. even a bit cocky when he hears how you fawn over him. his once congested thoughts become clear of any and all doubt and he's suddenly smiling from ear to ear. he realizes how stupid it was to feel any type of jealousy when it's clear that the love you share for each other is equal.
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thank you sm for the request! i really enjoy writing for johnnie lol. hope you guys like it <3 :)
requests are still open if you guys have any ideas :)
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russellsppttemplates · 4 months
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Dad!driver looking after mom!reader whe she's feeling overwhelmed with the baby.
Driver of your choice.
Tw: postpartum, breastfeeding
"Hey, little one, aren't you fussy today?", Daniel cooed at your daughter as he picked her up from her cot, holding her against his chest. Sophia seemed to be going through a rough patch in her sleep, or maybe you had said 'she's a very good baby, sleeps very well', outloud too many times and the universe ought to test you.
Like clockwork, you were up as soon as you heard her cries, shifting your position against the pillows so you could get her, "I have her", your husband said in a low voice, not wanting to disturb your sleepy state. Because Sophia had been struggling with sleep, you and Daniel hadn't been sleeping much either, the only difference being that he wasn't recovering from giving birth to a baby, so between you two, he was the one dealing better with the sleep deprivation.
"Come here, babygirl, I have just what you want", you stretched your arms, holding her and helping her approach her mouth to your nipple, "there we go, my love, it's all good", you smoothed put her head. Daniel excused himself, saying he was going to the kitchen to get something.
You had finished feeding Sophia and gotten up to burp her when Daniel got back, "I was on the phone with my parents, and grandpa Joe and grandma Grace are more than happy to take over and be with Sophia for the afternoon", he offered as he walked closer to you, "you've been stretching yourself thin, and I figured it would do you, and us, some good to have some help. Besides, mum and dad were excited for some cuddles", he attempted, checking any signs of you not agreeing to the idea, "they really don't mind?", you asked, "they don't", Daniel said as he kissed your forehead, "they'll be here in fifteen minutes".
When Joe and Grace arrived, your mother in-law kissed your cheek sweetly before whispering, "go and rest, darling. Don't listen to the voice in your head saying you're a bad mother because you'd like some hours away from her, it's completely okay. She loves you so much, and she wants you, and needs you, to be happy, too", she smiled, rubbing your shoulder as you and Daniel went upstairs while they stayed in the dowstairs area of the house.
"I was thinking we could go and have a shower, those 'everything showers' people talk about", Daniel suggested as he walked you inside your shared bedroom, "I got that set from the laundry room earlier this morning", he said as he kissed your shoulder as you looked at your favourite lounge wear set laying on top of your bed. It was soft and stretchy, so, really, it was the perfect fit for the time being.
"You really are the best, Danny", you whispered, turning around and kissing his lips, "I always try to make sure you know why you keep me around", he joked, picking you up and taking you to the bathroom.
Like he promised, Daniel turned the shower and walked in with you, helping you wash your body and grabbing the razor from your hands, helping you shave your legs before you did the rest, kissing his tanned skin afterwards as you both lathered shampoo in eachother's hair, "I love you so much, Y/N", he would whisper every time he felt like it, "you're the most gorgeous woman", another kiss was pressed on your skin, "the best mummy for Sophia, and the best partner in life".
"My sister said I should get this body oil and make sure you used it, so I think giving you a massage is the best way to guarantee that", he winked once you got out of the shower and wrapped yourselves up in towells, "just be careful around my chest, please", you said as you lied down, seeing Daniel's beaming smile. You had been slowly learning to love your body after having a baby, and seeing you grow so comfortable and proud of your body made him smile as he felt that in a way his words of encouragement and actions had been fruitful.
The massage was blissful and playful, too, giggles flying around in the room as you grabbed some of the oil and rubbed it on Daniel's skin, "thank you, for this, I wouldn't have admitted it, but I needed this", you mumbled, "Soph is downstairs, if they need anything, they'll call, and besides, they raised kids and grandkids of their own. Soph, even with her sleep all messed up, is still the quietest of the grandchildren", he chuckled.
Once your hair was dry, Daniel laid next to you in the bed as you fell asleep, hoping to sleep properly now that you knew your daughter was fine too.
You wake up from the nap to smell some delicious food, heading downstairs to see the table set up, Joe playing with Sophia on her tummy time and Grace taking a tray out of the oven, "I made roast chicken, that recipe you really like", she smiled sweetly before you walked closer to your daughter, "and for her, we took one of the frozen bags in the freezer", she said as she rubbed your back, "you're doing great, darling, she's such a happy baby", she comforted.
"Daniel is a great man", you began, "I know I keep telling you this, but it's true. You raised a great son, both of you did", you told Grace and Joe once Daniel grabbed Sophia and took her to her nursery to change her nappy and put her pyjamas on her, "you are both a great team, dear", Joe added.
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