#creams fluff | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

neocitycafe · 3 months

Text

Home After the Holidays (Mark)

♡ genre: hot cocoa - fluff, sweet and steamy hehe; a bit smutty with too many thoughts; i guess "new year’s time pensive cheese" is a theme for me (here’s haechan’s version from last year) ✎ words: 2.1k ✓ summary/notes: busy idol husband Mark finally returns home :’) and you’ve missed each other. a trope that i love lots. @d-nghy-ck to bronwyn, here’s a slice of pensive cheese(cake), especially for you! this cafe would probably not be here if not for this first customer who came by and said hi! wishing you all the love in the world~

──────── °∘❉∘° ────────

It’s that awkward time in late January when you’re not sure whether it’s still socially appropriate to include “Happy New Year” in your greetings. Mark had told you not to come to the airport. The weather was frigid all week and it’d be way past midnight by the time he got out of customs, and then there was the long cab ride home.

But he missed you.

Closing the front door gently, he looks down to find his old lace-ups where he usually left them, as if he were home this whole time. Your favorite pair is set neatly next to his, and a smaller set of shoes next to those. Ones with velcro and lights that he bought a couple months back, but it felt much longer ago so quickly. You’d replaced the original laces with neon green ones, and all of Mark’s teammates cooed at how cute that was.

The lights are dimmed and Mark finds you on the couch in a pile of blankets, where you cozied up while waiting. His heart suddenly aches thinking of you with only a little cup of chamomile tea to warm yourself and get to bed.

He had been so busy working lately, loving what he did, creating music, making crazy new connections, show after show, press conferences, collaborations. Had he done anything for you lately? His mind races.

From where you’d dozed off, you find Mark frozen by the door. After years of knowing him, you could see his raised brows and the running thoughts behind them. His lips pressed into a thin line and his eyes shifting to the side meant self-doubt. You want to erase those worries and pour love into all the spaces where he thought he was not enough.

“I wanted to get you flowers.” His voice cracks and you get up to close the distance between you.

“Oh Mark... I have you now.” The cold from outside has clung on to his coat, but you ignore it and wrap your arms around him more tightly. “It’s the middle of the night, silly. I don’t need flowers.”

You feel him shake his head against you, “And I wanted to be home for the holidays,” he says with a bit of a whine.

“You’re here now.”

Looking into his eyes, you brush the hair away from his forehead and peck him on the nose. The end of the year meant holiday tour stops, special shows, concerts, and awards nights. The holidays meant the opposite of holidays for entertainers like Mark. It meant he couldn’t really be with family until afterwards. He follows you into the kitchen where you set your mug in the sink.

“Did you miss me?” You turn when he wraps his arms around you from behind.

You’re momentarily caught off guard by his boyish smile and a pang of longing wells up, an emptiness in your chest that had been there behind your smiles when he had video called. The answer is a thousand times yes, but you bite back the truth in favor of not worrying him. You shake your head playfully. “I don’t have to. I get to see your features in our son’s face every day.”

Mark breaks into a grin that you can’t help but match. “Is he asleep?”

“Yeah, but he sure begged to stay up! He can be a little headstrong sometimes. Like someone.” You give Mark a long look and he pouts in response. “But he finally fell asleep a couple of hours ago.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being my home.”

“You’re sappy, Mark Lee.” Nonetheless, you’re more than willing when he tilts your head for a deeper kiss. He runs the tip of his tongue along the seam of your lips and you part them to let him taste you. A familiar heat stirs in your belly, and you reach your hands up to tangle them in his hair and pull him closer. He groans into your mouth and presses you back into the kitchen counter. From this position, he places pressure where your bodies are connected, where you want it. He rocks against you once, twice, slowly, fluidly, and you pull him even closer.

Mark’s hands knock into the stacked pots and pans behind you on the drying rack, and you’re grateful for your husband’s quick reflexes. He steadies a pan, preventing what would’ve been a huge clatter. You both freeze for a moment.

“Easy, tiger,” you tease while throwing him a wink. “Or baby lion or cheetah or whatever small big cat you are.”

He responds with a playful growl that is both adorable and sexy, his nose scrunching up.

A delicious thrill runs through you as his gaze locks on you again. Knocking your legs apart and then lifting you onto the counter, Mark reminds you of how he wanted you everywhere when you were newlyweds. A tender bite between your neck and shoulder reminds you of how he wants you now. You make a mental note to call Jaemin for some babysitting this coming weekend, because you wouldn’t mind some more alone time like this.

You tug on Mark’s hand and he knows what you mean. You slip off the counter and try not to trip over each other as you eagerly make your way to the bedroom. It’s a familiar but exhilarating path, like a choreography that your bodies move to automatically once the music starts playing.

When he finds a towel already laid out on the bed, he raises a seagull of a brow, and you can’t help but laugh. He teases, “Oooh, so you were prepared!”

You lean in to whisper in his ear, feeling cheeky and bold, “Well, my husband gets messy.”

The look in his eyes and how he kisses you next is the response you were hoping for. When you fall back into bed, it’s easy and slow. You take your time wriggling out of your clothes, and you laugh at his cute shimmy while pulling his jeans off. The both of you sigh in content when his body is above yours, skin to skin.

Mark’s fingertips trail patterns along your sides, his left hand’s calluses from guitar playing are a little rough, but soothingly so. You map out the constellation connecting the mole on his neck, on his cheek, the tiny one on the corner of his mouth. He spends his time with his lips on your neck where you crave them, wet kisses with a slight bite that have you feeling hot all over and in want, and then you’re grateful they’re chasing paths over the crests and valleys of your body.

Mark travels down until his face is settled between your thighs, his warm breath causing you to shiver in anticipation. He takes your hand and kisses your wrist, your palm, your fingertips, slowly and thoughtfully. He moves to do the same with your other hand. The love in his gaze staring up at you is too much for you to handle, so you close your eyes and lay your head back. And then he’s lacing your fingers together, holding your hands as his perfect mouth dives in eagerly.

Mark isn’t shy about playing with your wetness and giving you what you crave. He laps at you with the intent of pushing you to the edge, like there’s nothing else he wants but for you to feel good, and you can’t help but arch up towards him.

When he tires, he keeps stroking your clit with his fingers, keeping the contact consistent and insistent, and then switches back to working you with his tongue. He keeps going even when you cry out his name, your thighs close around his head, and your hips lift off the mattress as you succumb to the overwhelming pleasure.

When he comes back up to face you, he’s surprised to find the tears falling down your cheeks and into your hair. You don’t notice it yourself until he starts worrying.

“You okay? Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head. “No, that was amazing.”

He rolls to his side and pulls you into his chest carefully. His eyes search your face.

The words are tumbling out before you can stop them: “I missed you. Mark… I missed you.”

You finally let yourself go.

Going to your son’s first winter concert at his school alone. You’d even saved a seat for Mark, but his filming schedule got delayed that evening. Opening holiday presents with Mark’s parents at their home, without him there. Counting down to the new year by yourself while his team celebrated their album of the year win. How you never wanted to burden him. How you understood his career and wanted to be his steady support, and yet... “I missed you so much.”

“You know you can tell me that. I’m not afraid of how you feel.” He pauses to dry your tears with gentle hands and a kiss on your cheek. “I want to know. I want to love you better.” He holds you tighter, as if capturing every bit of the emotion pouring out of you. It’s like Mark knew the exact words you needed to hear. While being laid bare and vulnerable, you feel safe and known, and now, ever grateful that your relationship is one you are both committed to growing and working out together. “Let’s talk more in the morning after some rest, yeah?”

“Thank you, Mark.” You gaze up into his shining eyes.

“For what?”

“For being home.”

“Look who’s being cheesy now,” he teases back.

You tug on him beneath the covers in response and Mark lets out a surprised moan.

“Mmm, in the morning’s okay too… ah, babe. I mean, do you still want to make love now?”

You nod against his chest and laugh at his insistence on calling it lovemaking rather than sex or anything else. “Do you?”

He nods too and the boyish grin you love so much is back. You push at his shoulders and move so you’re seated above him, your thighs settled over his.

I love you, I love you, I love you. He seems to say, and you feel it in your soul.

When you sink down onto him, you fill his presence with your closeness, as he fills yours with his. And it’s like the time and space between you disappears. All you hear is Mark, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he loses himself in loving you, and you him. He aids with your rhythm with his hands holding your hips, and then makes the switch so you’re under him.

There’s the softness of the sheets, his lips, your fingertips, the moonlight shining in, the sound of rustling and sighs pulled from deep within. The flush of his cheeks, your parted lips, the thrum of beating hearts, and later, the patterns slowing steadily into dreams together.

──────── °∘❉∘° ────────

You’re gladly surprised by the warmth in your bed when you wake up in the morning. Mark kicked off his side of the covers in the middle of the night as usual, leaving a mountain of blankets on top of you, so you pull them up to cover his bare chest. You probably should have showered after last night, but it was too comfortable being cuddled up. Mark’s discarded shirt is closest, so you pull it on, mind reveling in everything for a moment: his scent, his return, his closeness, your shared love.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the bedroom door swinging open. Little hands, messy morning bed head, and eyes shining as they peer in. (You’d have to remind your son about knocking on the door again.)

He’s quick to spot the lump next to you under the blankets. “Dada!”

You smile and hold a finger to your lips.

“Mm-hmm, yes dear, come here.” You sit up better and he clambers into your lap. “Shhh. He’s sleeping.”

His eyes are wide and he whispers rather loudly, “He’s snoring.” You cast a wistful gaze over the relaxed expression on Mark’s face, not knowing when the last time it was that he slept well.

“Let’s let him sleep more.” You ready yourself to sneak out of bed. Your son was really getting too heavy to carry. He’s squirmy and ticklish, and of course he starts giggling almost immediately when you try to lift him, the sound bubbling out uncontrollably. Someone else you knew laughed just like that. You’re trying to get up quickly when you feel Mark’s arms wrap around you from behind.

“Come back....”

The way he holds you tickles, and the added weight of your son makes you lose balance, so you fall back onto Mark’s chest, effectively making your family a little sandwich. Mark lets out a small grunt from the weight but he doesn’t really mind. His heart is as light as can be. His eyes are bright and his smile mischievous. He wriggles around and declares, “Love attack!!!”

There are lots of kisses and shared silliness, and you laugh until there are tears in the corners of your eyes, little crystals breathlessly kissed away too in the moment.

—

"And at last, I open my arms wide again to give you warmth. I'll do anything to make it right. Those stars are shining on us. I'll cherish this moment, all of it, my baby. I’m gonna love you… Love doesn't come easy, girl, but loving you is easy. Every day without you feels hollow. Because our memories refine even our imperfect moments into treasured times, I reflect, calling love a beauty."

#mark lee x reader #mark lee smut #mark lee fluff #mark lee scenarios #mark lee imagines #mark lee fanfic #nct smut #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct 127 fluff #nct dream fluff #nct dream smut #happy new year~ and…“I’ll be your home” 💗#wishing you love even when it doesn’t come easy #hot cocoa w/ sea salt foam top--the kind where you get cream on your upper lip when you take a sip and reenact the scene from secret garden

595 notes · View notes

me-writes-prompts · 9 months

Text

-:“Can we share?” Ice cream prompts-:

(It’s summer, so I gotta do this. Tag me!)

By @me-writes-prompts

“I wanna try yours.”

“Hey, no fair! You have more sprinkles than mine!”

“I can’t sleep, can we have ice cream?” “I was about to say that.”

^^Midnight ice cream dates

“Wait, wait, wait, this is melting, omg.” “I told you to eat it right away, you idiot.”

One of them is crying while watching a movie, the other one brings them ice cream to soothe them.

“I’m so hot-” “I know.” “Let’s get ice cream.” “Oh, you meant it that way…” (*blushes*)

“Your ice cream looks delicious, let me try.” “We have the exact same ice cream, for god’s sake!”

^^Grumbling but letting the other one try their ice cream, anyway :)

“What flavor are you getting?” “Chocolate. And strawberry, and also vanilla and-” “I think that’s enough, babe.”

^^Listing off every flavor the store has, because they want to try everything.

It’s been a hot day, and they could really use some ice cream with blasting air conditioner.

562 notes · View notes

tvgals · 1 year

Text

‘use me.’

pairing-lawyer! eren x black! plaintiff! reader 🤩

( just hear me out on this pleaseee )

@cafesho

lawyer! eren who went to school for 7 years after highschool, he worked his ass off for this six figure salary, but the one thing he’s missing, was a cute lil wife on his arm ! someone to flaunt and kiss everywhere!!

lawyer! eren who was assigned to a case regarding who gets custody of what in a divorce case. he just couldn’t deny the assigned case when he saw the beautiful brown skinned woman sitting in the empty meeting room.

lawyer! eren who comforts her during in the midst of her woes. telling her “it’ll be okay” and “he didn’t deserve you”

lawyer! eren who eventually comforted you enough to the point of you two becoming friends, going on tea and restaurant “dates”, which evolved going to one another’s houses.

lawyer! eren who got so drunk at your house that he decided to make a move on you while you two were hanging out. you gradually returned said affection…which turned into something more.

lawyer! eren who has you howling and crying his name the same night. who had you curling your toes after each orgasm. eren who had you in the most unspeakable positions, who was kissing your beautiful two-toned lips.

lawyer! eren who finally has a pretty trophy wife after 9 years of being alone <3

#black reader #im black #i love being black #ilovemyfollowers #ilysm <3 #blkshoyo #anime #eren x black reader smut #eren x black reader fluff #eren x black y/n #eren x black yn #eren x black reader #eren x fem!reader #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x reader smut #lawyer! eren has me creaming stop it #imagine him w his briefcase lawddd #him and those wired glasses 😫

1K notes · View notes

bambisnc · 1 month

Text

the way song eunseok's figure rests on your bed can only be described as ethereal in its truest form. skin almost appearing to be touched with gold, you really can't help but kneel down at his side and let your adoring gaze take him up.

one of your hands allows itself to gently card through the strands of his hair as you rest your chin on the other.

you're supposed to be waking him up; he does have training, practice and so much more to get to.

but that thought has completely left you; mind only occupied by the way his eyelashes curl against his cheekbones, by the way his hair fans out gorgeously over the pillow, by the way his pretty lips remain ever so slightly apart - it takes everything in you to not drown him in kisses.

"till when are you planning on staring at me, hm?" eunseok's eyes are still closed and a barely-there smile adorns his face. you swear you could spend your entire lifetime doing so; not that you would ever say that to him.

a kiss to his forehead. one on either cheek. a couple scattered over his neck. you both struggle not shake with silent laughter; until the birthday boy finally reigns victorious over you - turning you around and successfully pinning you to the bed.

your loop your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to finally kiss him properly.

"happy birthday my love <;3"

notes : HELL YEAH. + [m.list] song rec : glue song by beabadoobee <3 perfect 4 the feels <3

164 notes · View notes

nonranghaes · 9 months

Text

"hey... you alright?"

jisung steps out onto the balcony where you've escaped to, and immediately sees the tears that streak your cheeks. it's stupid, and maybe you shouldn't have come to this stupid little get-together in the first place when you woke up feeling like garbage. but all it really takes is one wrong comment to jab at you in a way that hurts for you to wait a bit before excusing yourself for some air. when you glance at your phone, you realize you've been out here for over ten minutes.

jisung's already moving toward you before you can come up with an excuse though, pulling you into his arms and rubbing your back. "i promise, he didn't mean it like that--"

"no, i--i know," you sigh, wrapping yours arms around him. "i'm just sensitive today."

he presses a kiss against the side of your head. "that's okay. do you want to stay? i'll make an excuse to leave if you wanna go--"

you shake your head, and just hug him a little tighter. "just... gimme a minute."

so he does. he sways a little while he holds you, letting you piece yourself back together. you know the guy didn't mean to hurt you in the slightest: seungmin just sometimes made comments that were meant to be funny. this was meant to be funny, too, and yet it hit you in the wrong way. you know he'll apologize, too, if you tell him, but you don't unless it starts bothering you more. it's one minor comment: no need to make a big deal out of it.

"we can stop by that ice cream place on our way home," he hums a little. "or we can cuddle and play games when we get home..."

"... can we do both?"

he chuckles warmly, drawing back and wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. "whatever you wanna do," he says, so filled with love for you. he'll do anything to turn the day around if you let him. "you ready?" he nods toward the door. "i'll say you got a phone call while you were out here."

you lean in for one quick peck before either of you move. "thanks, honey."

and he steals one more kiss from you before the two of you head back inside, feeling better than before.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #nonranghaes.skz #stray kids x you #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #han x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung fluff #sweet bf jisung... men im delulu over in the sense of 'i think we would be chill friends'#i got upset over some shit and now im just kinda here. writing this instead of listening to ppl.#i just needed a few minutes away and this kinda helps but god i might just leave game night #need me a jisung who will get ice cream w me and help turn my day around :(

412 notes · View notes

sanrikis · 21 days

Text

mint choco hater 🍦– k.s

genre. fluff, non idol au, ice cream shop au, acquaintances to lovers (?) // pairing. non idol!kim sunoo x fem!reader // cw. cringe, flirting (?), vvv silly // wc. 1.2k // synopsis. sunoo works at an ice cream parlor and you’re their number one customer, freezing weather or not.

“here comes your favorite customer,” sunghoon’s voice rings out from the front. sunoo would never admit it, but he definitely perked up and almost jumped in joy at the sentence, before heaving out a sigh loud enough for sunghoon to hear.

“you can’t be serious. it’s like -10 outside,” sunoo huffs.

“oh i’m dead serious. get up here.”

sunoo rolls his eyes dramatically, but it was hard to hide his smile over the arrival of a certain regular in the ice cream parlor.

i mean really. it was -10 degrees outside. who wants ice cream in that kind of weather?

apparently this girl. and apparently she wants it in every kind of weather. the girl frequented the parlor weekly, sometimes daily, to get her beloved favorite ice cream flavor, (…). rarely was it ever something else that she got.

“it’s not even that good,” sunoo thought to himself. he was kind of still in disbelief over her appearance on today of all days.

“hello to my favorite ice cream parlor employee! how’s business today,” the girl questioned, a smile lighting up her face as she made her way up to the order station.

“very slow. i don’t know if you realized but it’s pretty cold outside.”

“oh i know… i just was really craving ice cream.”

“yeah…,” sunoo doesn’t know how to reply, so he asks, “do you want your usual?”

“not today! can you surprise me? ‘m getting kind of tired of(…),” the girl buzzes, her cold face beginning to warm up.

“surprise you?”

“yeah,” the girl nods.

“okay…”

sunoo grabs one of the cups and looks over the many flavors of ice cream.

“she’s practically had all of these,” sunoo thinks. “why is this so hard?”

then, his eyes glance over green and his eyes light up. “perfect!”

upon seeing his expression, the girls eyes trail over to where her look and she pales.

“not mint choco! i hate it,” the girl frantically calls to him, hands waving in a “no” motion.

sunoo can’t help but roll his eyes at her reaction, but still wants to manage to convince someone to try it.

“you sure? have you ever had it? it’s my favorite!”

“um i haven’t had it in a while, but most people don’t really like it and i’m not a big mint fan..,” the girl admits, her hands twiddling.

“cmon ice cream girl! try something new! you won’t regret it… if you do it’s on the house,” sunoo smiles, beginning to scoop the ice cream in the cup.

“…okay,” the girl whispers, hesitation laced in her voice. “if you say so my favorite ice cream parlor employee.”

“my name’s sunoo yknow. you can call me that if you want, since we see each other so much,” sunoo laughs, a smile beginning to form on his face.

“well you can call me y/n then sunoo,” the girl, y/n, smiles back at him.

sunoos smile is on full display now, a light blush dusting his face. it’s just first name basis… why is he so happy?

“okay y/n, here’s your mint choco ice cream,” sunoo beamed, sliding the ice cream across the counter towards y/n.

“thank you sunoo”

y/n grabs the cup but only stares at the ice cream, not moving to try it.

“don’t be scared y/n. it’s ice cream! it’s not gonna kill you,” sunoo laughs, coming around the counter towards the girl, but not before grabbing an extra spoon, “i’ll eat it with you,” he winks.

y/n feels a heat grow across her face, but does her best to keep her expression the same and act normal.

sunoo sees her face darken and a satisfied feelings envelops him. “atleast i’m not the only one who got flustered today,” he thinks.

“okay sunoo,” y/n whispers, looking up at him before looking back down quickly at the ice cream upon making eye contact with him.

“why am i acting like this? we always casually talk and make eye contact… usually he’s the more shy one,” y/n pouts to herself.

“okay count of three we’ll both take a bite okay!”

“okay…”

“1,”

y/n looks up at him again, fighting the urge to look away. she needs to be the confident one.

“2,”

sunoo notices her gaze and looks at her. a blush rushes to his face again but he maintains eye contact.

“3.”

they both bring their spoons to their mouths, y/n shutting her eyes as the ice cream hits her tongue.

“yup. not a big fan of mint,” y/n admits, her face scrunching in disgust.

“you’re being dramatic. it can’t be that bad,” sunoo laughs, reaching behind the counter to grab y/n a napkin.

using all the courage he had, he wiped some ice cream off of the girls lips, reveling in her face darkened once again.

y/n felt like her face was radiating heat, and honestly felt like she was about to short circuit.

“apparently it can. but atleast it was free.”

sunoo laughs again, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth.

“wow, he’s really pretty. how have i not noticed this before,” y/n thought to herself.

“y/n, did you really not like it,” sunoo asks, his head tilting to the side. y/n can’t help the smile that falls upon her face at the sight.

“i really did not like it.”

“why not?”

“i don’t like mint… like at all.”

“you’re a weirdo,” sunoo huffs put jokingly, “how can you not like mint but you’ll eat (…) almost everyday?”

“because (…) is good and mint is not. hope that helps,” y/n smiles.

“hmmm… what i think is,” sunoo starts, “that you came in with a bias and you didn’t give mint choco a full chance! you need to try it again some other day, when it’s not cold!”

“why would i try something i don’t like again a different time?”

“because we’re gonna go to a different parlor and eat it on a nice sunny day.”

“we are?”

“we are,” sunoo smiles, “if you’re not opposed to it of course!”

“i am not. so when do you want to have our mint choco redemption,” y/n questions, her eyebrows raising at the boy in front of her.

sunoo smiles again. he’s relieved she didn’t say no. but he hadn’t really thought that far ahead.

“not sure. can i get your number? to plan out the details of course.”

“sure.” sunoo pulls out his phone and y/n takes it from him and begins typing in her number.

she raises it and takes a picture before handing it back to sunoo.

when he looks at the new contact, a blush rushes over his face again.

“y/nie 🩷” accompanied by a very cute picture of y/n.

“very cute,” sunoo says, not realizing he’s talking out loud instead of in his head.

heat rushes to y/ns face as she tries to cover her face. she laughs, “thank you? your turn.” she hands her phone over to sunoo and he excitedly takes it.

he types and the holds the phone back as he puts up a peace sign and takes a photo.

“here ya go!” sunoo hands the phone back to y/n and she glances down at what he put.

“sunoo 🦊🧡”

“it’s cute!”

“i know!”

“okay i take it back,” y/n glares playfully, “but i kind of need to get going…”

“okay… i’ll text you when i get off,” sunoo smiles at her.

“i’d like that,” y/n smiles back.

“mhm… bye y/n.”

“bye sunoo… see you later.”

ೀ mia’s notes – i asked star if i could use her ice cream shop au idea for a oneshot and so i came up with this :D it kind of gets bad towards the end but i wanted to finish and post it, especially since i reached 200!!!! thanks so much teheheh!! i hope you guys like this :DDD

for @thesunoosshining <333 i hope you like it :333

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ perm taglist open + (🎀) open

110 notes · View notes

honey-milk-depresso · 3 months

Note

dating HCs for Clotted Cream and Stardust Cookie?

CRK Dating HCS with Clotted Cream and Stardust!

Clotted Cream Cookie

He’s a sucker for classy, candlelit dinner dates, so he would definitely do that with you.

He’d probably sneak the two of you out of the convocation building to the garden outside, to the place he usually goes to have time for himself.

Clotted Cream hopes you like it, he consulted with Financier to set up a nice spot with crisp white tablecloth with gold linen and fancy blue cushioned chairs to keep you comfy there. The waterfalls that forms streams of burbles as it travels along its bed, bubbling over rocks and branches behind you, the cream white pillars standing in peaceful silence and blue birds that fly around and watch the two of you on your date as the warm candles around you create the romantic atmosphere that he wants to create.

Of course being the gentleman he is, he pulls your chair for you and lets you sit down first with that charming and charismatic smile of his. His heart however is thumping so fast out of anxiety. He knows he’s got nothing to fear, but he just doesn’t want to screw up anything.

The date is quiet and peaceful, with playful banter between you two, Clotted Cream sliding a little flirty and respectful compliment here and there as the two of you laugh gently and quietly into the night, his hand on top of yours.

Top quality food is what you deserve! Clotted Cream prepared a wide variety of food for you both: with a high tea set, served on fancy plates and made by the top chefs of the Creme Republic. It’s only natural, after all.

Clotted Cream can’t help but smile warmly (or like a lovestruck idiot-) as you laughed at his joke quietly and sweetly with that beautiful smile of yours, the candles illuminating your presence in a warm glow like the angelic being you are to him. <3

Stardust Cookie

He planned a date with you across the cosmos, no surprise, but with a twist.

Stardust wanted to impress you (or at least show that he’s trying his best here) and took time to learn about Earthbread-bound concepts into the date, to make it more ✨romantic✨.

Obviously, it’s his first time even having any sort of outing with one cookie, and you’re just so important to him he’s nervous maybe he’ll flunk it. He’s foreign to this concepts and he’s scared but he wants to show he loves you dearly.

With the help of Milky Way, Space Doughnut, Gingerbrave and Friends, Stardust managed to put together a picnic for you outer space on a planet he used to find solitude in, but now he has someone to be with him and that somebody is you. He’s pretty much only got Earthbread snacks (and stuff Space Doughnut likes) and was pretty nervous whether you’ll judge him for his choices, or that they are even good in the first place. Of course, you reassure him that you’re having a wonderful time, it’s true! As the two of you enjoy the cosmos from your view, leaning your head on his shoulder and in a warm embrace.

Alternatively, it’s another candlelit dinner date but in Milky Way’s Express Train! She decided to go off duty for the day, just for you two! Stardust is immensely grateful for her help, and she and Space Doughnut acts as his two wingmen for the whole date as caterer and also the driver, Milky Way we still need you to operate this train-

Space Doughnut serves you every Earthbread food Gingerbrave and friends recommend, and just for you two they resist eating any of them although you two definitely gave them some food to share which they were happy about.

You and Spacedust look out to the window, the moving train showing breathtaking landscapes of the cosmos, galaxies swirling with such sparkle and glamour as he holds your hand in his. He briefly turns back to you, seeing you face the window with a peaceful smile before you turned to face him when you felt him staring and smiled back at him sweetly. His heart melts as he smiled back. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

203 notes · View notes

obeymesheep · 1 year

Note

How would the brothers react if you fell asleep next to them? Gender Neutral MC btw

omg!! i love this so much

Falling Asleep

Lucifer Mammon Leviathan

You/your reader

Part 2 !here!

Aaaaa sorry for being so late, still trying to figure out a good routine with writing and school

Lucifer

You haven't been able to focus on you're homework, and have been complaining about it to Luci, for quite some time!

So in a desperate attempt to get you to stop, Luci invited you to do your homework in his office, so he can keep an eye on you when you get distracted!

He is way too focused on his work to even notice what you're doing, which is sleeping.

Which is surprising, as your forehead is flat on the coffee table drooling and snoring the whole shabang!

At like 3 in the morning Lucifer lifts his head and notices what you are doing and the SIGH THIS MAN LETS OUT

He picks you up and takes you to his room cause even when drooling he loves you, and wants to sleep next to you.

Mammon

He takes you on an all day, extravagant, date. In the morning he takes you too his favourite cafe for breakfast, then for a nice little shopping spree, then for lunch at a food truck you have been wanting to try, after he takes you to the casino for the evening, ending it with a movie on his couch.

You are exhausted! Spending the perfect day with your perfect boyfriend, him spoiling you all day, it makes you so sleepy!

Curling closer into his side, you let out a yawn, catching the attention of Mammon, who pulls you in.

You fall asleep, in his arms, with the sound of an action movie lulling you to sleep.

Mammons definitely freaking out on the inside, he feels his cheeks getting hot, and buries his face on the top of your head.

Levithan

You and Levi are studying, well, you are studying Levi has lost focus and is playing on his switch.

Levi is acutely aware how close you two are, and it's making him lose. Not that he cares to much as all he can think about is how your thighs keep bumping into his and the shoulder on shoulder brushes.

You start to feel how heavy your eyes become, but you try your best to keep focused, you are failing this class!!

Levi notices too, how can he not! your being so obvious with your little yawns and arm stretches.

It's just like in his anime when the love interest falls asleep on the protagonists shoulder.

That's all he can think of when you succumb to slumber, letting you snore on his shoulder while he continues losing his game.

#creams fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #creams headcannons #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #Levi x reader

1K notes · View notes

vikuo-kuma · 3 months

Text

Mash Burnedead

No cause why do I see Mash as a clingy lover, am I right or is it just me? 😭

Thinking about it brought butterflies to my stomach.

#anime #mashle magic and muscles #mash burnedead #character x reader #fluff #mashle x reader #mash #mash x reader #cream puff #shounen #shoujo

156 notes · View notes

sacredthefran · 4 months

Text

Cream & Sugar 8 (2/2)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka + Female Reader

Warnings: Sugar Daddy, Smut, Riding, a little bit of spanking, a minute of some unease,a little bit of girl x girl, nothing to crazy happens. If I missed ANYTHING please let me know. Also, this is a 18+ blog so minors DNI

Word Count: 6.7k

Authors Notes: Here ya guys go :) hoping to have part 9 up by New Years. Enjoy my loves!

Previous Part

“You’re taking me to a dinner where Mr. Costello the leader of the fucking mob is hosting?”

Jake gave you a blank stare before the corners of his lips turned upward.

“What’s wrong? You sound a little scared.” He teased you before jumping out of the car - walking leisurely over to your door, opening it with a grin that could give the Cheshire Cat a run for his money.

“I’m not scared.” You scoffed at him, waving away his hand that was stretched out towards you.

“What’s a little mob boss going to do to me?” You jumped out of the car, landing with a soft thud.

Jumping as you felt two calloused hands grabbing at your hips, spinning you around so your face was met with the base of his neck - forcing you to crane yours backwards so you could make contact with the coffee irises that were peering down at you over the bridge of his nose.

“What’s a little mob boss going to do to me?” Jake parroted back, reaching down to palm at your ass cheek, making you jolt forward even more into him. Feeling a blush starting to rise on your cheeks as you felt his dick starting to harden against your stomach, cursing to yourself that you were out in public when you wanted nothing more than to drop to the gravel and suck his cock right then and there.

Your eyelids fluttering shut as you felt the his hot breath hitting the side of your neck, his tongue making a line to the bottom of your earlobe - him creating a small distance between his mouth and your ear to whisper in a menacing tone “I could list all the things he would want to do to you…..sucks for him though..because you’re mine, you’ll always be mine, won’t you baby?”

Fuck. He knew he had you right where he wanted you. Trying to even out your breathing, you took in a deep breath - which backfired. New Cologne? You thought as you took in the scents of what he was wearing, he was clean smelling but had a hint of Vanilla to him with the smallest note of cigar smoke on him. Normally that would turn you off, give you an ick. But on him? On him it turned you on even more - thinking about him sitting in his office, chair pushed away from his desk, legs opened wide, but not too wide, just the perfect distance for you to fit right in between watching him wrap with plump lips around the end of the cigar. His eyes closed as he inhaled the smoke and slowly exhaled.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Jake teased you, placing an open mouthed kiss to your neck. You couldn’t stop the soft moan that left your lips as you felt him starting to add in a sucking motion.

Taking a final deep breath - trying to engrave the smell of him into your brain. Raising both hands to his pecs, you gave a gentle tap before pushing him away from you.

“Can we go now?”

“Not until you answer my question?” Jake raised an eyebrow up at you, tilting his head silently telling you to go on and answer him.

“Of course I’ll always be.”

“You’ll always be what?” That cheeky bastard.

“Jake…”

“Y/n.”

“I’ll always be yours.” You mumbled, staring down at your black pumps.

“Huh? What was that?” You could practically hear the smirk on his face.

“I’ll always be yours daddy.”

Turning abruptly on your heels, you started to make a beeline for the glass doors that are holding paradise behind them - before you could get too far, a strike was delivered to your left ass cheek and a arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“That’s what I thought.”

Jake mumbled against your head and giving a quick kiss to the top of it. Not that you were complaining, but Jake has been more touchy since the two of you had left Greenville - it didn’t matter what you were doing or where you were going but he always had to be touching you. At first you noticed it with the way he always loop his pinky finger around yours when the two of you would be walking but then it started becoming more obvious with the way how he would always pull you in tightly beside him, pressing himself against you - almost as if he wanted to live in your skin or vice versa.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been in the mall - but you would assume it had been at least several hours, based on the fact that Jake would drag you into every store that crossed your path. He didn’t care about the protests and whines that would leave your mouth, instead he would just tug on your hand with a smirk each time mumbling ‘It’s not going to kill you’.

An eyebrow arching everytime he would check out and the total amount was always in the high hundreds or low thousands. Even though you knew how much the man in the cream colored shirt was worth beside you, it never failed to send a shock to your system. As you watched him swipe his black credit card you could hear that singular sentence he would always state everytime you would protest on how much he was spending, ‘It’s just money…I’ll make it back”.

The thing that really got you going? It was always the look on the cashiers face when they realized who it was standing in front of them. Either a look of fear or desire would grace their faces - the first time it happened you were embarrassed but by the second time, it gave you a power trip. Now you completely understood why Jake is the way he is. Afterall, it is his world and we just live in it.

“C’mon.”

While you were in your own little world you failed to see the store that was up ahead - Agent Provocateur . The lingerie store that haunts your dreams. Jake absolutely loved putting you in the provocative undergarments, but you on the other hand? You absolutely hated it. At first you loved the idea of it, knowing that he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. Of Course your curiosity got the better of you, so you looked up the catalog online and all you saw were women that you envy. They were everything that you wished you could look like for Jake, scratch that, they were just the women that you wished you looked like in general.

“I don’t want to go in there.” You mumbled, pulling back on his hand when he tried to move you towards the store's opening.

“Stop sulking. I’ll buy you a cookie when we’re done.”

“And a milkshake?”

“And a milkshake.” Jake smiled at you, feeling on top of the world as he finally pulled you into the store.

You could feel your breath tightening in your throat as the overwhelming scent of jasmine and rose filled your nose. Or maybe it was due to the fact that the store was covered in a promiscuous lighting, the dark gray carpet with black lines swirling around it, or the mannequins being placed all throughout the store covered in scanty clothing.

“Hello, welcome to Agent Provocateur. I’m Tara. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Oh for fucks sake. You rolled your eyes as you took in the sight of the women before you. She looked just like them - just like the women in the catalog. Of Course she does.

“We need one of the suites.” Jake smiled at the short blonde, turning on his charm.

“Of course Mr. Kiszka. I’ll take you back to your usual. Would you like a bottle of Dom Perignon as well?”

Jake pulled you along beside him as he followed her towards what you assumed was his usual suite. Your stomach was turning a mile a minute as you thought about all the girls that he had taken to the store. How many women were there before me? Your stomach was turning even more when you saw the looks that Tara was giving Jake. The eye contact was intense, the way she giggled whenever he spoke. He’s not that funny.

“Here we are. Is there a certain set you had in mind Mr. Kis-”

“Please call me Jake.”

“Sir, that's against policy, you know that.”

“No, I insist. I prefer it.” That smug bastard. You weren’t sure what he was up to but you knew he had something planned - the gears in your head going a mile a minute.

“Jake…” She paused for a second looking deep into his eyes before blushing “Is there a certain set that you would like me to bring back here?”

“Not really. I do happen to love seeing y/n in purples, reds and greens. Obviously I want support but the least amount of clothing. Thank you.”

Jake dismissed her while pulling you further into the suite. Clearing his throat when you took the liberty of walking away from him, examining everything in the room - the plush black couch, the sleek black table sitting beside it with two champagne flutes on top, a door that was left slightly ajar, to what you assumed was where you were actually supposed to change.

“Yes?” You turned around after feeling the heat from his stare on the back of your head for a couple of minutes.

“You okay?” He arched an eyebrow at you before taking a seat on the couch - placing his elbows on the back of the couch and making a show of him spreading his thighs, lifting his hips gently before setting them down.

“Peachy.”

“Drop the attitude. I’m doing something nice for the both of us.”

“And how exactly is this fo-”

You were cut off to the sound of a knock on the door, silently cursing at yourself for not closing the door after Tara.

“Sorry if I’m intruding, I have a couple of items for you to try and I have the champagne. Where would you like me to put it Jake?”

Jake smiled wickedly at you before turning his head to face her.

“Actually, could you pour me a glass?”

“Of course.” Tara finished wheeling in the rack of undergarments, closing the door in the process and practically skipping over to the table to crack open the bottle.

Anything to please Jake. Your cheeks were turning red as the situation pissed you off even more. She was practically undressing him with her eyes when she brought the flute over to him.

“Would you like one as well, Y/n?” She then turned her attention towards you, her green eyes sparkling in the light.

“That won't be necessary. Pour yourself a glass. Y/n here, is going to try on a couple of outfits for us.”

“Ja-”

“Try the purple one’s on first.”

Tara’s lips started to turn upward as her eyes flickered in between you two. With an exaggerated flip of your neck, you made your way over to the rack of clothing grabbing every hanger that had an article of purple clothing on them and made your way to the dressing room - making sure to slam the door shut behind you. Sinking down to floor and pausing for a second, all of this starting to become overwhelming. You knew that Jake loved flirting with every women that came across his line of sight, but this? This was horrible.

You couldn’t quite make out what Jake and Tara were saying out there but you could hear the different voice octaves and it made your heart start beating harder than it ever has before. Fuck. Rubbing a hand over your face and taking a deep breath, you decided that enough was enough and you needed to get the show on the roll. The quicker you put on your lingerie, the quicker this day would be over.

Looking at the pieces in front of you, you sighed, grabbing the set that would cover more skin then the other pieces that look like they would barely cover a nipple. Stripping off your clothes slowly, you paid attention to every detail that you could see in the mirror - the stretch marks on your thighs, how soft your tummy looked, how your right breast was slightly bigger than your left. Tears welled in your eyes as you couldn’t help but compare yourself to the woman on the other side of the room sharing laughter with your sugar daddy.

Taking another deep breath, you adjusted the lace fabric over your breasts one more time before turning towards the door and pulling it open. The conversation between Tara and Jake had ceased as you came into view - raising an eyebrow as you noticed her sitting on the couch beside Jake, legs crossed with a champagne flute in her right hand while her left hand was resting on his thigh. He was sitting with his back pressed against the couch with his face a light red almost like he just got done laughing. Great, here come the tears again. Blinking your eyes to try to rid yourself of them, you stood awkwardly, not sure how to position yourself.

“What do you think Tara?” Jake kept his eyes on you as he directed the question to the woman who started rubbing her hand in a smoothing motion on his thigh.

“You want me to be honest?”

“Ofcourse, honesty is the best policy after all.” He mumbled over the rim of his glass.

“I think she looks delicious.”

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Air caught in your throat once again as you stood there wide eyed, realizing that you read the whole dynamic of the situation wrong. Now you were staring at the both of them, watching as they both turned to look at each other, Jake raising both of his eyebrows up at Tara, almost like the two of them had a secret language between them. Giving a final squeeze to his thigh, Tara pushed herself off the couch and slowly started walking towards you, swaying her lips a little bit, which you presumed was for Jake.

Jake leaned back into the black couch, licking his lips before raising his right hand that was holding the flute to his mouth. His eyes zoned in on the sight unfolding in front of him - Tara circling around you, lightly tracing her pointer finger over your body, starting at your shoulder and as she went around, it dropped lower diagonally until it met the waistband of your panties in the front. Pursing her lips at you, she placed her pointer and middle finger in the purple band of the fabric, pulling back softly and then letting them snap against you. Tara smirking at you as you flinched at the action.

“You’re a shy one aren’t you?” She leaned forward to whisper in your ear “Jake loves the shy ones.”

Your body shuddering when her glossed lips met the side of your face.

“I..”

“Shh. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. Can I taste you?”

Fuck it, why not?

Tara slowly backed away from you, looking at your face for reassurance - a smile breaking out onto her face when she saw you shake your head yes. Placing her hands on the side of your hips, softly digging into your flesh before pulling your body flush against hers. Chest to chest - her hands starting to move slowly up and down your body, her finger tips pulling at the clasp of your bra in a teasing manner. Planting her lips on your shoulder, she started a trail of sloppy kisses up your neck before starting to suck on the one spot behind your ear that drives you crazy. Taking a final look at Jake to see him starting to slowly palm himself in his pants, your stomach started to turn. It wasn’t anything that Tara was doing to you that was affecting you this way. It was the fact that Jake was watching the scene in front of him unfolding. The thought of Jake staring at Tara was enough to make you ill, this whole situation was becoming too much for you.

Closing your your eyes and placing your hands on Tara’s shoulders, gripping them firmly. Using what strength you had, you pushed her off of you.

“I didn’t take you for being the feisty type.” The blonde winked at you, placing her hand on top of yours, trying to pry your grip off of you.

“Tara stop.” Jake’s voice pulled her out of the lust filled trance she was in.

“But, I thou-”

“She clearly doesn’t want this to happen. Stop.”

Retreating your arms from her, taking a couple of deep breaths, you moved backwards so there was at least a six foot gap in between the two of you. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you crossed your arms, flicking your eyes back and forth between Jake and Tara - an intense stare down was happening.

“Ja-.”

“Apologize to her. Then after you are done doing that, I want you to leave the two of us alone in here, you are going to put everything on my tab and make sure that it gets delivered to my house. Do I make myself clear?”

Jake raised a single eyebrow up at her when she didn’t listen to him. Instead, the woman opted out of just staring back at him, stomping her left foot when she realized he wasn’t going to budge.

“Now.”

Tara’s shoulders falling in defeat as she slowly turned towards you “Sorry.”

“That’s not a proper apology and you know it.” You didn’t have to look at Jake to know that his eyes were shooting laser beams into the back of her head.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I know that you shook your head yes, and I took that as an indicator that you were okay with the situation, but I should’ve been paying to your body language to realize that you got timid and you weren’t really okay with me continuing.”

You found yourself starting to feel bad for the girl in front of you, she looked like she was on the verge of crying. Well, Jake does have that effect on people.

“Baby.” Jake called out softly forcing you to bring your attention towards him - he waited until the two of you made eye contact before speaking again. “Do you accept her apology or does she need to try again?”

“I accept it. Thank you for saying sorry.”

“You can leave now.” He addressed her in a stern voice.

Without saying another word, Tara looked back at you before turning around and walking out the door - making sure to close it with a slam. Clearly pissed off about the plan the two of them had going south.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” Giving Jake a small reassuring smile, “If anything I’m embarrassed.”

Now setting the flute on the ground, he leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees, his head hanging low, seeming like he was lost in thought.

“Why would you be embarrassed?” He finally spoke out after a couple of minutes.

“You and Tara clearly had a plan of what you wanted to do to me and I couldn’t follow through.”

“Look….Tara is an old friend of mine. I met her back when I was starting out at New Horizons. I was fucking people left and right back then…once I started coming into money, I started taking them here and figured that I could atleast buy them something as a way to thank them for letting me use them.”

You let out a sigh as he was reminiscing about his life before he met you, jealousy starting to course through your veins, thinking about all the other women he had before you.

“The first time I visited here with a girl, Tara was attracted to her. One thing led to another and I just haven’t broken that pattern. Well I haven’t broken it until today.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You asked him, arching an eyebrow up at him, tilting you head to the side. A smirk gracing his face as he watched your ‘little tantrum’ as he liked to call it.

“There’s my girl.”

My girl. You couldn’t help the way you smiled - your heart swelling as he looked at you.

“I’m sorry that I put you through that. You should know that I never want you to feel like you have to do something in order to please me.”

“I thought you wanted me t-”

“I want you to do what you’re comfortable with. If you don’t like the idea of me sharing you with someone else for a night, we won’t do it then.”

“Okay.”

“It’s a deal.”

“Well….” You trailed off, breaking your eye contact from him to look towards the door.

“Well?”

“I mean…I wouldn’t mind one with Danny.” Biting your lip trying to suppress a giggle, the air around the two of you felt tense, you were trying to bring it back to a joking manner. You didn’t like it when the two of you were having serious conversations - you liked the version of Jake that would laugh after everything you said.

“You’re so funny. Has anyone ever told you that before?”

“A couple of people have mentioned it.”

“Well they’re wrong.”

The two of you giggling before breaking out into full blown laughter. It felt so good to laugh with him. His cheeks slightly turned rosy, placing a hand on his tummy as he leaned backwards onto the couch. Jake ran his eyes up and down your body, before settling back onto your face.

“Come here.”

“Ja-”

“Just come here.” He patted his right thigh - signaling for you to make your way over towards him and sit there.

You know he didn’t mean anything malicious with that action, but you couldn’t help how your mind went back to the vision you saw earlier in the mirror - the stretch marks, your tummy and your breasts. Crossing your arms even tighter across your body, trying to cover up as much as you can, you dropped your eyes down to your feet, trying to make it seem like you were interested in the white nail polish adorning your toes.

“Why are you getting all shy on me now? What’s wrong?” Jake furrowed his eyebrows, standing up from his previously seated position on the couch. Making his way over to you, brushing your hair behind your ears before cupping your jaw gently.

“Don’t lie to me.” He whispered softly, using the hand he had on your jaw to push your head up.

“I just…it’s stupid.” You weren’t about to tell him about all the insecurities that were rushing through your head right now.

“It’s not.” Jake insisted, now taking both hands up to your cheeks and pushing them together, causing you to make a kissy face, before leaning down to place a kiss softly on your lips.

“Just…..I don’t know Jake. I guess all the attention you get from every woman we pass is starting to catch up to me.” Jake’s eyes softened as he processed what you were saying, your cheeks were starting to get hot from all the attention he was giving you - closing your eyes seemed like a good idea, so you did just that.

“I was stupid and let my curiosities get the best of me….so I did some creeping on socials….and I found what your exes look like.” The hot air from Jake’s mouth hitting your face as he let out an airy laugh. “I can’t compare to them.”

As you spoke the last sentence, the air that was once filled with light suddenly was filled with tension again. He dropped his hands from your face, causing you to peek one eye open, finding him standing up straight and his head thrown back. Looking up towards the ceiling as he clucked his tongue. In a lightning fast speed, he jerked his head forward again and crashed his mouth onto yours.

“Jump” He mumbled against your lips as he placed his hands on the back of your thighs signaling you to do so.

“Jake” You squealed when he lifted you up “Put me down!”

Why would he listen to me you thought as he started walking towards the black couch.

“Don’t drop me!” You jerked forward into him, locking your arms around his neck.

“Oh, like this?” He smirked at you as he loosened his arms, mimicking the motion of dropping you.

“Stop” You squealed even more - clinging onto him for dear life. Jake breaking out into a belly laugh, turning around sitting down on the couch with you straddling him.

“You really think you can’t compare to them?”

“I said it was stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. Just answer my question.”

“Yes.” You let out a large inhale.

“Bullshit.” Jake whispered - cupping your jaw].

“It’s not.”

“Yes it is. If I wanted them, I would be with them. But I don’t. I want you.”

“You’re just saying that.” You rolled your eyes at him, of course he would try to use a line like that on you.

“I’m not. Y/n I want you.”

“Ja-” You started but then were cut off as Jake placed a single digit over your mouth.

“You’re not listening to me. I want you. If I wanted someone else I could have them. I don’t want them. I want you. I want everything you have to offer me. I want you Y/n.”

Your heart was swelling inside your chest - looking at Jake you could tell he meant every single word he spoke. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled his finger away from your mouth, leaning forward and capturing his lips in a feverish way. Your lips fighting for dominance, Jake placing one hand around your throat to keep you near him and the other finding its way on your upper thigh, his fingers digging deep into your flesh. Even though the kiss was in a hurried manner, something about this felt different.

Maybe it was the passion in the air or maybe, just maybe, it was the two of you starting to fall into your feelings for eachother. No that can’t be it. You were quickly pulled out of your own thoughts by Jake placing both of his hands on your ass, the fingers on his right hand toying with the lacey purple fabric. Your skin felt like it was on fire.

Deciding that you needed more friction, you started moving your hips slowly back and forth - you could feel his cock harden with every movement. Detaching his lips from yours, Jake found that spot behind your ear that Tara was sucking on earlier. Your eyes fluttering close at the contact - you were positive by now that you were soaking his brown suit pants.

“Fuck”. You let out a breathy moan when the seam of his zipper rubbed against your clit.

“You feel what you do to me, princess? My cock gets hard everytime you come into the room. Can you feel that?” Jake whispers into your neck, his lips brushing against it lightly, leaving goosebumps to break out all over your body.

As you felt yourself getting lost in the slow rhythm that you and Jake were creating - a harsh slap was delivered to your left ass cheek. Gasping, you jolter up straight to look down at the long haired man underneath you.

“Words, princess. I need words.” He gave you a wicked grin, grabbing your hips and pulling you down directly on top of his cock. “I won’t ask again…can you feel what you do to me?”

“Yes..” You whine out. Fuck him. If you were being honest with yourself, you would admit how you loved the power he had over you - the way he made you soaking wet with just one look.

Satisfied with your response, the brown haired man sits up straight, wraps his arms around the middle of your back, pulling in close to him, so your breasts were at his eye level.

“Good.” He whispers against the cup of the bra, forming his mouth into an o-shape before placing it directly on the fabric of the right side where he can see your nipple pebbling. Your hands making its way into his hair, pulling it lightly, resulting in a low groan releasing from his chest.

“Daddy, that feels so good.”

Your words changed him - the passion he was using on you before changed into a starving frenzy. Pulling back from you, Jake put his hands in the middle of your bra, right where the clasps meet and gave a harsh tug. Wasting no time he pulled the straps down your arms, wanting to free you completely of the fabric. Looking back down at him, your eyes met his lust-blown pupils, keeping direct eye contact with you, he put his palm in the middle of your back, arching it more, leading your left breast directly into his mouth - licking, flicking and biting.

You were a moaning mess on top of him, moving your hips in a searching manner, hoping to just get a feel of his cock - but there was one problem. Every time your clit grazed his cock, he would wrap his arm around your waist, lifting you higher so it was almost impossible for you to do so.

Judging by the way you would feel his lips curling upwards into a smile along your skin, he knew exactly what he was doing. He had you in the palm of his hand. Your eyes were threatening to close as he snuck his right hand was tracing your slit over the lace material. Hips bucking forward into him as a feather light touch circled your clit. If he couldn’t feel your juices soaking through the fabric before he definitely could now.

“Does my princess like that? Does she like it when daddy plays with her little pussy?”

Knowing that his gaze was still focused on you, you gave a quick nod hoping that it would be good enough for him - but of course it wasn’t. A smack was delivered to your pussy, making your thighs stiffen and jolt upright, pulling your chest away from his mouth.

“Answer me.”

“Yes daddy…I do.”

“Good, I’ve been thinking about this all day. Watching you try on these clothes, just for me to rip them off so I could see what’s mine.”

While he was talking, your body dropped down further and further down into his lap. Thank you Jesus, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he used his pointed and middle finger to apply pressure on your clit while rubbing quick circles.

“How long has it been since you’ve touched your clit? How long since you’ve made yourself cum?”

“Since that one phone call.” You let out in shaky breath, feeling the white heat of your impending orgasm starting to wash over you.

“That phone call from last month?” Jake slows down the pace of the circles, going at an impossibly slow pace.

“Yes.” You state while tilting your head to look down at him, A sigh leaving your mouth - the hot air hitting his face as he continues to stare at you.

“Really?” Jake asked, quirking an eyebrow up at you.

“I’m serious.’ You let out an agitated chuckle.

Tilting his head to the side, he puckered his lips, sticking his bottom lip out as if he was mocking you. “Oh baby, it’s been what? A month and a half?”

“Ja-“

Smack.

An open palm landed against your left ass cheek this time - letting you know to correct yourself.

“Daddy…please.”

“Please what?” He clucked his tongue at you in a teasing manner.

“Please…don’t stop. Please let me cum.”

“Please…don’t stop. Please let me cum.” Jake parroted back at you, he was loving every minute of this. His lust blown eyes had a new sparkle to them as he watched you writhing on top of him - your hips jerking back and forth, tears starting to form in your eyes. The frustration of him not letting you get your release was doing a number on you.

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“Yes! Yes I do. I’ve been so good. Please, please, please.”

Your sentence was starting to turn into a mantra as his pointer and middle finger were rubbing harsh sharp circles on your clit. Jake whispering ‘Don’t move’ into the valley between your breasts while you heard the slow antagonizing sound of a zipper being undone - taking the hand that was holding you up in a bruising grip, to take his cock out.

With a sharp exhale against your skin, Jake took his left hand, moving the lace material to the side and ran his fingers through your soaking slit. Using those same fingers, he wrapped them around his hardening dick, giving it a few tugs, before removing his other fingers off your clit, pulling you down firmly against his lap. Your eyes widening in surprise feeling his cock nudging against your entrance - threatening to push its way in and divide you but there wasn’t enough movement for it to follow through.

“Earn it.” Jake growled into your ear, his hot breath fanning your face making goosebumps appear on your skin - placing his arms on the back of the sofa, letting you take the reins for once.

Deciding not to waste anymore time, you lifted yourself up enough to wrap your hand around his cock, holding him steady, placing his tip against your slit. Sliding down slowly, every inch of him going deeper and deeper until he was nuzzled up against your cervix. Moaning softly when the familiar burn of him stretching you out was starting to wash over your body - your eyes turning into slits as you grabbed his shoulders to help you steady yourself enough to switch from your knees onto the balls of your feet.

“Fuck.” Jake’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, letting out a soft moan as you lifted yourself off him - going all the way up so just his swollen head was in you before lowering yourself all the way down again.

As you bounced you traced a line from his shoulders to his neck and then back again before deciding to place both your hands on the back of his head. Holding Jake’s head straight so the two of you were staring at each other - both of your cheeks flushed, mouths parted slightly open, you breathing in his exhales as he breathed in your inhales.

“C’mere.” He whispered out in a begging tone, practically begging for more contact with you.

Dropping your forehead onto his, your eyebrows were furrowed together when the waves of pleasure started to take over your body, your legs beginning to shake. The lewd sound of his cock going in and out of your pussy was filling the air. In a flash Jake moved his arms from the back of the sofa to cradle your head in between his palms. Tilting his chin up he met your lips in a feverish kiss, tongue and teeth clashing - faces smashed against each other. You swallow his moans and in return he swallows yours.

Jake pulled away to press his forehead against yours, tightening his grip in your hair so you had no choice but to look at him. “Fuck, princess. I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”

You nodded the best that you could against him, your legs turning into a trembling mess, the wild look in his eyes was the only thing that was keeping you from giving up on reaching your high.

“C’mon baby, let me have it. I want to feel all of you.” Jake looked deep into your eyes as he spoke - suddenly turning the emotions in the room of a sexual frenzy into a loving atmosphere.

“Let me help.”

Untangling his hands from your hair, he moved them down to your thighs. Placing his hands under the shaking muscle, manually moving you up and down, trying to get you to relax enough to the point where you could succumb to the pleasure. It worked - you feel forward completely, your chest pressed against his, your mouth landing right next to his ear. The small pants leaving your mouth sounding like music to him.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” Turning your head to press your forehead into his hair as your vision started to become blurry.

“I know…you can do it. I have you.”

I have you, you repeated that sentence in your head a couple of times, trying to even out your breathing, trying to ground yourself, but it didn’t work. Every time Jake let out a grunt, you clenched around him involuntarily - he took notice of this. Holding your legs still, he used all the strength in his abdomen to start thrusting up into you, turning you into a moaning mess. Hot tears gathering in your eyes as he hit the perfect spot inside of you - drilling into it over and over again.

“Stop being a brat and fucking cum for me.”

That right there - that sentence caused the rubberband in the pit of your stomach to snap. Tears streaming out of your eyes as your vision started to blur. Pleasure taking over full reign of your body - causing every limb you had to shake. Hearing the sobs of you cumming was enough to make Jake reach his high too. Sitting up straight, he gripped your thighs and pulled you down harshly onto his lap - burying his cock the furthest it can go, moving his right hand up to tangle into your hair, his left hand sliding around your back, trapping your body against him. Jake’s hips thrusting frantically as he cum spilled into you.

He collapsed back into the sofa taking you with him. Both of you exhausted, bodies shuddering against each other and breathing heavily. Jake tracing his left hand up and down your back before settling onto your hip, giving you a couple of reassuring squeezes. Lifting your head off of his shoulder, you took a couple of seconds to steal some glances at the man you were currently attached to. Smiling lazily as he looked fucked out. Sweat making a few strands of hair stick to his face, a soft smile spreading across his features as his eyes were closed and humming a little song to himself.

“What?” He cracked one eye open, peaking at you before giggling.

“Nothing.”

“Mmmhm. Sure.”

Fuck, you needed to put a stop to this moment - your heart was swelling with love with every second that you looked at him. Stop y/n. You can’t do this to yourself.

“I just remembered I gotta be home early tonight. I told Landyn we could go out to dinner.”

You tried to ignore the little dagger of pain stabbing you as you took in the look on Jake’s face. He looked hurt.

“Sure.” He quickly wiped the frown off his face by replacing it with a toothy smile, throwing a wink in your direction. “I owe you a cookie.”

Jake gave a light tap to your ass, signaling for you to get up and start getting dressed. Standing you up, your legs were a little wobbly when you turned around making your way to the dressing room that held your clothes. A deep chuckle stopping you in your place - looking over your shoulder you saw Jake watching you with a cocky smile.

“Need help?”

Scoffing, you faced forward and made your way over to the dressing room, stepping inside of the brightly lit area, placing your hand on the door. When you tried to close the door, you found yourself stopping in your tracks again as you watched Jake throwing his cream button up back on, only fastening the bottom two - stopping as he felt your eyes following his every move. Raising his head up, he gave you a cocky smile again before shooting you a wink. In return you made a scene by letting out a big sigh and slamming the door. Grabbing your clothes off the tiny shelf that was placed on the wall, the mirror caught your attention. Moving your hair to the side, you saw a tiny purple mark starting to show on your skin. Running your finger along it, you couldn’t help but to smile as you thought about the man who gave it to you.

I’m so fucked.

Taglist : @heykoonsy @dannythedog @joshkiszkatoothgap @milkgemini @gretavanbear @sacredjake@chmpgnnlace @objectsinspvce @poofyloofy @saaoko @twistedmelodies @cal-a-bungaa @writingcold @sarakay-gvf @gretasmokerising @lunaindigoraven @gvfpal @brokenbellsgvf @josh-iamyour-mama @shesawomaninadream @gretavangroupie @kleogvf @jakekiszkasmommy @jakekiszkabf @jakekiszkapunchmeintheface

@whiterosekiszka @laneygvf @jordie-gvf @takenbythemadness

If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know :)

#cream & sugar #jake kiszka #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka x reader #jake gvf #greta van fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #jake kisza fluff #sugardaddy #sugardaddy!jake #alternate universe #c&s #cream and sugar pt 8 (2/2)

183 notes · View notes

atsoomi · 7 months

Text

It's been exactly 2 days, 4 hours, and 32 minutes since you and Kuroo got married.

It was the kind of wedding you thought you’d never get the privilege of having— small, comfortable, and filled with familiar faces— not to mention, the most memorable day of your life. You’d never thought you could be that happy, or that you’d be surrounded by so many people who shared the sentiment. But if Kuroo has done anything through the course of your entire relationship, it’s prove your negative thoughts wrong.

And then, of course, came the honeymoon.

Previously, you’d argued with him a lot about where to go for the honeymoon period. He thought somewhere in Japan— like Hokkaido with its breathtaking natural scenery, or Kyoto with its countless temples— would do just fine. But you’d nagged him about taking you somewhere outside the country, reminding him of the fact that you live in Japan; you have the rest of your lives to travel around Japan, but who knows when you’ll get the chance to go to Europe again?

After a few weeks of going back and forth, discussing all the possible locations and looking up things till one in the morning, you finally agree on Italy, specifically, Venice. It’s the perfect mix of culture and fun for both of you, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to see The Grand Canal, especially with all the lights at night.

So, after a day of post-wedding packing, and a long day of traveling, you’re finally in Venice. In Venice, on your honeymoon. And it would be absolutely perfect, if you hadn’t lost your husband of two days in the crowd of locals.

You’d done a lot, a lot, of research on spots in Venice that you wanted to visit during the 3-week stay. And you’ve always known (after a lifetime of fantasizing about this trip) that if you come to Italy, you have to try their gelato. So you went through a few articles, bookmarked a few websites, and found this shop, Gelateria il Doge.

It’s been described as a hidden attraction, and you’ve always loved discovering hidden gems. The excitement was so overpowering that the first thing you decided to do once you settled down in your hotel room is go out and find it. Kuroo can’t say no when you’re so excited, so it only took twenty minutes to find yourself at the desired spot.

You went in, without Kuroo because he insisted on slowing down and taking some more pictures, and you finally ordered the gelato you’ve been thinking about since you agreed to come to Italy. But it seems to have cost you your husband.

He’s not where he was standing five minutes ago, you turn and scan the mass of people walking by, but you don’t spot the familiar head of dark hair. Your phone rests in your cross bag but your hands are full with gelato, so you hesitantly accept your fate and sit on the nearest bench you can find, assuming that you’ll just spot him when he comes back from wherever he went.

You sit and admire the cold treat in your hand, it’s beautiful and inviting and it makes you feel like you’ve never had ice cream before. It makes you feel like your life is about to be altered permanently, even though you’re not completely sure what flavor you got— something about poor Italian skills and taking risks.

You’re about to taste it for the first time, practically salivating at that point, when a strange guy sits on the same bench, seemingly popping out of nowhere. You pause, mouth shutting, as you peer at him with caution. He’s undeniably good looking, skin-kissed tan skin and brown hair falling over warm green eyes, but he’s not exactly your type. No other man could be.

You attempt to ignore his presence, but he turns his head and you make intense eye contact. Your mouth hangs slightly open as he scans your face, it’s awkward and you feel the awkwardness paralyze you into speechlessness. You’re sure you look incredibly dumb but your mind is too busy malfunctioning to save you.

His eyes go down to your hand and he says something in Italian that you don’t understand. A few seconds pass by before he reaches for it, your hand that is, with wide eyes. You reflexively flinch away, alarmed at the sudden approach. What the hell is going on?

“Oh my god, you idiot, the gelato.” He speaks, frustrated, this time in the language you can understand, with a heavy Italian accent.

You look down at your hands and you’re surprised at the trail of melted gelato on your hand. Oh, he’s not a creep, you realize, he was just trying to help.

You bashfully keep your head down, embarrassed at how you reacted and the fact that you were too tense to realize he said the word gelato about 3 times. God, this is embarrassing, where is your husband when you need him?

“Sorry about that,” you lick the melted sweet off as discreetly as possible, “I don’t speak Italian.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Yeah, I can tell.”

You’re silent, ashamed to be specific, as you eat the rest of your gelato before something else happens. He observes you for a few minutes, as you eat from both cones to prevent any disasters, before he chuckles quietly.

“Tourist?” He asks.

“Kinda,” you answer, slowly relaxing as the embarrassment wears off.

He nods, “How did you find this store then?” he points to Gelateria il Doge. It stands there proudly, almost mocking you for making a fool out of yourself in front of a local.

“Oh, lots of research.” You laugh to yourself, remembering the sight of a very tired Kuroo by your side while you’re on your thousandth new tab. “It actually wasn’t that hard.”

“Do you like it?” He asks.

“The gelato?”

He shakes his head, “Italy.”

“Oh,” you smile, “yeah, it’s lovely and I’ve wanted to visit for a really long time.” He hums approvingly so you go on. “You’re Italian, aren’t you? Grew up here?”

“Kinda”, he retorts and you giggle, “I grew up in the south, but my brother lives here.”

You nod your head in understanding; more questions are on the tip of your tongue (like his name for example?) when you’re interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Oh I thought you looked familiar.” You turn your head and see your husband of two days walking towards you and this Italian stranger. He beams at you, happy to be reunited with the sight of your lovely face, but halts for a second when his eyes shift over to the guy. He tips his head to the side, silently asking about him, and you just smile. I’ll tell you later.

“You weren’t going to eat both gelatos yourself after all,” the Italian says, which reminds you of the two cones you’ve been holding yourself the whole time, and the fact that your husband walked off and left you all alone, in Venice of all places. You’ll definitely yell at him once you’re alone, but for now, you settle on standing up and handing him his cone.

“I’ll leave you lovebirds alone now, enjoy the honeymoon, ciao.”

He winks at you discreetly, maybe not discreet enough because Kuroo suddenly places his arm around your shoulder protectively, and you manage to wave at him before he’s gone.

Kuroo turns to you, eyebrow raised, “was he hitting on you?”

You laugh, “that’s all you care about, isn’t it? What about telling me where the hell you’ve been? Or apologizing for making me wait so long,” you slap his chest, “it’s actually your fault I had to entertain another man.”

He holds your hand against his chest, grinning at the fake annoyance in your voice, “I apologize my dear, dear wife.” His eyes rest on the ring he put on your finger for a second, feeling prideful. “ Let’s sit, we have to finish this before it melts.”

While you eat, you tell him about the whole interaction with the Italian man and every small thing that happened while you were apart. He scoffs at the events between you and the guy, fully convinced that he just wanted an excuse to touch your hand. You laugh and tease him about how attractive the guy was, telling him maybe you should’ve gone with the guy who didn’t leave you all alone. He flicks your forehead before you can continue and that conversation gets lost between all the other topics. You ask him what he was doing while he was gone, and he smiles, all-knowing and mysterious.

“You’ll see.”

#i cant stop writing about this guy with ice cream and ice cream relatives.. what is wrong with me..#anyways expect more of this if i dont get ambushed by classes #im not sure i like my writing in this but i feel like its been too long since i posted anything so.. tell me if u liked this !#word count : 1.4k #this is longer than the og ice cream piece lmao #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #kuroo tetsurō x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo scenarios #kuroo tetsurō

240 notes · View notes