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zeezelweazel · 5 months

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Alexia Putellas| Wrong place wrong time|

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Tumblr decided to be a pain in the ass again and for some reason didn't let me edit my drafts so I'm creating new ones. Sorry to all the people that requested something and it got lost in my drafts, blame Tumblr.

Pt 2 here → With all the time in the world

TW: semi public sex, oral (Alexia receiving), dirty talk

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Training was especially tiring today, given that you've just came back from national break. But you have a champion's league game in a few days. You feel Ingrid patting your shoulder as she gives you a smile that screams 'I know, me too'. You continue sipping on your water as you make small talk with the tall Norwegian.

After a few minutes training is pronounced over and you groan as you're finally able to take of your sweaty clothing. You throw your shirt somewhere in the training room, making a note to pick it up later, and you search through your bag for a clean shirt. When you find your favourite sweatshirt that you stole from Alexia's closet you move to throw your sweaty shirt in the training bag. Before you're able to put on the fresh garment a hand roughly pulls you back. You're met with Alexia's dark eyes but have no time to question anything before the captain pulls you away.

"Alexia, hey! I still don't even have my shirt on! Where are we even-"

Suddenly Alexia pushed you to the nearest wall and placed a hot needy kiss on your lips. You quickly recovered from your initial shock and kissed back gripping Alexia's hips and pulling her closer to you. The blonde whimpered against your lips and started grinding her hips up against you, without being able to find the much needed friction she was hoping for. Oh, so that's what this is about.

You push Alexia back and smirk when she whines at the loss. You normally love to tease her when she gets all needy like this but there's no time now. You're both still standing in the hallway, were anyone could walk by and see you still topples. You mirror her action from before and pull Alexia with you, opening a random door and closing it behind you. It was a storage room, probably. You didn't have any time to look around because the moment the door closed you pushed Alexia against it.

She whimpered against your lips when you pushed your tongue inside her mouth. She tried to keep up but you were practically devouring her. After a few seconds you got impatient and with a final bite to her lower lip you moved away and slightly lower to nip at her earlobe. Alexia gasped and slightly moved her head to the side. You smirked at her desperate reaction.

"Couldn't wait to go home and get fucked properly, huh? Is your pretty pussy dripping for me?"

Alexia bit her lip at your hushed whispers. She answered your question when her thighs clenched tightly and rubbed against eachother. She really didn't know how she got so wet. Watching you train, your muscles highlighted with sweat and then seeing your abs when you pulled your shirt off...

Alexia almost moans at the mere memories of you. You push your hand under her shirt to squeeze at her breasts and Alexia moans quietly, looking at you with wide pleading eyes.

"Want me to fuck you against the door?"

You asked when you pressed your body closer, effectively trapping her between you and the metal of the door. Your heads had found themselves under the fabric of her sports bra and you immediately took a nipple between your fingers and tugged.

"Yes! Please, fuck, I need you."

Alexia thought she was going to combust from the need to be touched. She looked at you desperately, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes and you couldn't resist anymore. Without a single warning you dropped down on your knees and pulled Alexia's sweatpants and panties down in one go. Alexia immediately spread her legs as far as they could go, with the fabric down her legs restricting her movements. You chucked at her eagerness and brought your hands up to caress her strong thighs. Not wanting to tease the blonde you immediately went into action.

When you leaned in and placed a short and light kiss on her clit Alexia moaned, loud enough so anyone walking outside could hear. You only smirked against her cunt and slowly dragged your tongue between her folds. Alexia moaned again, this time it was a high pitched sound, almost like a whine. You moved your mouth quickly this time going from her clenching hole up to her swollen clit. It was pulsing and begging for attention but you decided to go ignore it for now, opting to move down to her tight opening and tease. Alexia had moved one of her hands to tangle in your hair while the other tried, and failed, to muffle her moans.

You continued devouring her pussy like it was your last meal on earth and Alexia was getting more desperate for release. She started rolling her hips against your face in a pathetic attempt to get off. You growled in warning after a particularly hard thrust pushed her pelvis on your nose painfully. Alexia was so far gone she couldn't control her desperate movements so you moved your hands from her thighs to roughly grab her ass, squeezing the soft flesh and using it as leverage to keep her hips still. Alexia whimpered at your rough touches and her knees buckled.

Soon enough her thighs started closing down around your head, a clear sign that Alexia was close to coming. You suddenly paused when you heard something over Alexia's muffled moans. Alexia whined and looked down at you, eyes confused and pleading. She tried to push your head back to her cunt but the sound of cleats rapidly hitting the cemented floor broke the horny atmosphere.

"You think she lost us?" Aitana.

"I don't know but we're dead if she finds us." Ona.

You don't know what the two young friends did but sounds like their in trouble. You looked up at Alexia, who's eyes were filled with tears at the sudden interruption. You know how much Alexia hates being edged, especially when she's this needy.

"We have to hide somewhere, quickly. How about this room?"

Alexia's eyes widen in fear when she hears Aitana's words and shakes her head slightly as if the girls in the other side of the wall would somehow get the message. You hate how Alexia's attention has shifted to what's happening outside so you bite the inside of her thigh and the captain barely contains a loud moan by bitting her lip. She looks down at you with a shocked expression and just as you're about to dive in again you hear another booming voice in the hallway.

"There you are! No- don't run away from me, I'll get you!"

Thank god for Mapi.

You don't waste a second before you dive back in. Alexia was distracted from the interruption and the fear of getting caught so when you sucked her clit into your mouth she threw her head back so hard you were worried she got a mild concussion and moaned loudly.

"Fuck, just like that! Please, I need to come."

You continue licking her up, slurping all her juices as Alexia squirms under your strong hold, moaning uncontrollably. It only takes a few more moments before her thighs start squeezing your head once more. You brush your teeth against her clit and your nails wrack down her ass and Alexia's eyes roll back in her head and she comes with a silent scream.

Her cum spills down your face and you don't stop, your tongue working between her folds and dipping in her hole before coming back up at her clit. It's sensitive and pulsing so when your tongue touches it Alexia yelps and pushes your head away slightly. You take the hint and rise up to meet her lips in a heated kiss, your tongue pushing it's way into Alexia's mouth. You smirk against her lips when Alexia moans as she tastes herself in your tongue.

Alexia is left panting against the door barely able to stand. When she opens her eyes she grins at you with that just fucked look that you absolutely love and it takes everything you have in you not to jump on her again. Instead you caress her face and smile when she leans in your touch. You press a quick kiss on her forehead and move down to whisper in her ear.

"When we get home I'll make sure to fuck so good you won't be able to walk for days."

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siriuslysmoking · 3 months

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Into It

Part 3 of Meddle About

Series Masterlist

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get a new chapter out for you, holidays, work, and back to school. Reader's texts are in bold, Steve's are in italics.

Pairing: Fem!college student x sugar daddy!steve

Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, alcohol consumption, age gap (R:21, S:29), indications of sexual intercorse (nothing happens- false alarm),

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Working and being a student is tough, you never seem to have a moment to yourself, so when one of you co-workers needs a shift and offers to take your saturday night double, you take it. Finally going out with your friends you encounter a strange man with a strange proposition.

-Pull up and I'm higher than the big trees, yeah She don't really like it but she needs me, yeah She saying she don't really miss me But fuck it, now I'm faded after all things, yeah-

"Andrea?" You walk around the party, looking for your friend, but you come up empty, looking in every room and corner. "Michelle, have you seen Andrea?"

"Yeah, she left like thirty minutes ago."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Andrea was your ride home and all your other friends are here and drunk. You don't feel like taking an uber alone and drunk, that doesn't seem safe. But as you're scouring your contact list you come over a name that your have talked to in three weeks.

welp, why not?

-Hello?

The groggy voice makes you groan, it's deep and husky. "Hey, Steve, it's me."

-Are you okay?

You here the slight panic in his voice as it becomes more clear. "Yeah, um, my ride kind of left me... and I'm moderately functional right now, and I don't trust any people here to get me home safely. I didn't have anyone else to call."

-Where are you?

"I'll send you my location." You breath out a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

-I'll be there soon, angel.

You hang up and quickly send Steve your address and make your way outside, pushing through the sweaty bodies.

Twenty minutes later you see his BMW pull up, you stand up from your place on the front porch. You see him get out hurriedly, you've never seen him so disheveled before, his hair is a mess from his pillow and he's in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Are you okay." He gets to you and places his hands on your cheeks, looking you over to make sure that you're unharmed.

"Yeah, I'm alright, thank you."

"I still have your address, I'll take you home."

"Fuck, I can't go home." You sigh, while Steve tries to help you into your car. "Mia is having a night with her boyfriend, I was supposed to stay at my friends Andrea's, but she had the bright idea of coming here."

"Are you okay with coming to my place?" He looks you over, "I can take you home in the morning."

"I have I ever told you how great of a guy you are, Harrington?" You drunkenly smirk at him.

"This would be a first," He smiles as you sit in his passenger seat, "So my place?"

"Hey, Mr. take me out to dinner first." You laugh at him.

"Love, I did take you out." He shakes his head, getting in his seat.

"Your place would be wonderful." You smile at him, thanking him once again after giving his thigh a pat.

A crash is what wakes you, you look around a see nothing that sparks any familiarity. Where are you?

You look around, getting out of bed, and you realise that your dress is half off and your bra is on the floor. You hands start to shake as you put on your clothes. Then your eyes catch on a pile of clothes on a chair in the corner. It's a black t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, there's a note on top of the pile that reads:

Going for a run, be back soon -Steve

You finally breathe out a sigh of relief realising where you are. You hear some banging from outside the door and you quickly dress yourself before adventuring outside of the room.

You hear more crashing when you walk down the hallway, you pass windows and realise that you are on the top floor of an apartment building that you pass everyday on your way to work. Of course Steve lives in the fucking penthouse.

Before you can turn the corner into the living room you get jumped on by a blur of tan. A golden retriever jumps onto you, making you almost lose your balance.

Steve must have heard the commotion because he rounds the corner, looking at you in surprise, "Daisy, get down."

Daisy listens to Steve and sits on the ground with her tail wagging and a smile on her face. "Sorry, she loves strangers."

You just laugh, petting daisy behind her ears and giving her some head scratches before your eyes move to Steve. "I cannot thank you enough for picking me up... but did anything happen-"

"Between us? No! I would never-"

"Thanks." You laugh, cutting him off.

"I would never do anything with someone who was intoxicated while I was sober." He breathes out, "I made some breakfast, are you hungry?"

"Starved." You smile as Steve calls Daisy to eat. You sit on a stool on his island as he makes a plate for you, "Thank you."

"How'd you sleep?" Steve asks, turning off the stove, before facing you, leaning against the counter with his own plate in front of him.

"Like a rock." You laugh taking a bite of your Eggs Benedict. "I need the mattress you have."

"It's a good one."

"How come... I was half naked?"

"Ah- um, I carried you to the guest bedroom and before I could get clothes for you to change into you decided that you could just sleep naked, so I left you to your own devices." Steve laughs, running a hand through his hair, "I came back in about ten minutes later to make you were okay, but you were knocked out by them."

"That's- That's embarrassing."

"Nah- It's fine." He laughs, shaking his head, "It happens to the best of us, I promise."

He gives you a beaming smiles before taking another bite of his breakfast. "We haven't talked in a while, how have you been?"

"Good, I've just been working, been busy." His smile fades, "I didn't mean to drop off the face of the earth like that."

"It happens to the best of us." You repeat his line from earlier.

"How's school?" He asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

"It's alright, as long as I'm graduating I'm alright." He just nods, busying himself with his meal, "I don't know where my phone went."

"Oh, you dropped it on the couch so I plugged it in for you." He hands you your phone and you open it to a hundred texts from Andrea with an apology after apology. "I said I would take you home, when do you wanna head out?"

"I'll get out of your hair soon I promise."

"That's not what I meant." He says in all seriousness.

"I know, but I've got work tonight, so I should probably leave sometime soon to get ready."

"Alright, as soon as your ready, I'm gonna rinse off in the shower."

The next time you hear from Steve is the next week, you're walking out of your final class of the day when you receive a text from him.

-Hey, Honey! I was wondering if you'd want to meet up for lunch on thursday?

Usually you're asked a couple hours prior but the thought that Steve is asking you out four days before the designated date makes your heart oddly flutter. Wow, men are disappointing.

Hey, I would love to! Tell me when and where to meet you!

-Meet? Sweetheart, I will not make you drive. How does noon sound? Pick you up from your place or school?

School, I'd be finishing up Sociology class.

-Tell me where to pick you up and I'll be there, angel.

And he does, not a minute late, as soon as you walk out of your class you see him in the distance shifting his car into park.

You don't even notice your smile spreading until you notice he’s returning it when you get closer. He’s gotten outside of his car and has the passenger seat open for you- which is the door closest to the sidewalk.

“Hey honey, how was your class?” He speaks when you get closer, opening the door for you.

“Good, how was work?” You step into the car and reply.

“Same old, same old.” He shrugs before softly closing the door and rounding the car to his side.

“So where to?” You ask once he fastens his seatbelt.

“I thought that you could choose.” He looks toward you with a small smile.

“Oh no.”

“Wh-what?” Steve’s smile disappears in an instance.

“I am the most indecisive person in the world.”

“You can’t be anymore than my best friend, she’s the worst!” Steve laughs, “Pick your favorite place.”

“Ugh, alright.”

That’s how you get a man in business attire into a diner down the street from your apartment. “So why is this your favorite place?”

“The fries.” you point one at him, “Fries are a type of art, you know? Waffle, steak, curly, etcetera etcetera.”

“Oh, do tell me more about the art of fries.”

“See, now you’re just making fun of me.”

“I’m not, I’m not.”

“You don’t want me to get into the whole ranch art.”

“Ranch art?”

“Listen, growing up I would always go to this Bar and Grill and they had the best homemade ranch.” You laugh at his expression, as if you’re telling the most riveting story. “I always got their fries best, it complements the ranch so well-” You pause and furrow your eyebrows, “I’m sorry, I promise I’m not trying to chase you off with ranch.”

“No, go ahead.” He laughs, leaning forward in his seat.

“No, I’m done talking about food.” You shake your head, refusing to speak again even with Steve’s expression.

“Alright, I think it’s time for me to actually tell you why you’re here.”

“Oh, the man has ulterior motives.” You playfully shrug.

“No, no.” He shakes his head, “Uh- my birthday is coming up, around where you spring break is, and I want to go out of town…”

“Do you need me to watch Daisy?” You ask with a laugh.

“No, I was wondering if you would- if you would want to come… with me.” Steve looked like it was painful to say, “I don’t know, it would be nice to have company, if it’s too soon, I totally get.” He rambles, “If you say no, then I might take you up on watching Daisy.” Steve jokes.

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course!” He shoots up, like he was already preparing for rejection. “It’s in a month, so if you needed to plan ahead, you would have time, with work or whatever.”

“Okay.” You nod with a small smile.

When you got home you went straight to Mia’s room after you closed the door, saying goodnight to Steve. “Do I go on a really nice vacation in the Bahamas with Steve?”

“Girl- what?” Mia closes her laptop and dramatically throws it aside on her bed.

“He asked me when we went out to lunch, he sent me all the information, where we’d be staying, what we’d be doing, our plane tickets. Everything.” You saw, sitting on her bed, facing her, “I wanna go and I need you to talk me out of it.”

“You’re an adult, you can make your own decisions.”

“But I can’t though.” You huff, falling back onto the bed.

“Do you feel safe around him?”

“Yes.”

“Has he ever shown you that you can’t trust him?” You look to her, knowing where this is going.

“No.”

“Will you have service the entire time on the trip?” She raises her eyebrows with a small smile.

“Yes.” You grumble.

“Then I don’t see why not.”

“Really?”

“Yes, you can give me your location the entire time, daily calls, if anything happens I will have where you’re staying and his information.” She just shrugs.

“You’re right.”

“And you need to get out and have some fun.”

“Okay… Okay…. I’m gonna text him,” You pause, “Tomorrow.”

“Sleep on it.”

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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pretty please write a fic about squirmy, modern day Dolores— coming home from work and edged by Mariano? (Or an early, experimental girlfriend before him?) thank you!

I ABSOLUTELY wanna do some more modern au stuff? Lets do it!

"I'm home!"

Dolores shut the door behind her as soon as she entered. She was expecting to hear the sound of Isa in the kitchen, but she heard...grunting instead. And music, slightly muffled by earbuds. Super hearing gives you a lot of information in just a second, honestly. Sure enough, she found him in her room, doing pull ups thanks to the pull up bar he put right on her doorframe. She took a minute to just check him out, because why not? Her apartment, her boyfriend, she could look at him if she wanted.

She was dating THE Mariano. Aka, upcoming film star, model, and as of recently, and upcoming author. He was as sweet as he was absolutely built. Muscles for arms, muscles on his back that flexed as he pulled, and his ass looked GREAT in those sweatpants she got him. She heard the music die down (he was listening to Dolly Parton, and honestly she couldn't fault him for it), and he finally let go of the bar, landing on his feet. He started to wear thick socks to cushion the sound of his heavy gait, and it was honestly very sweet. She waited till he took his earbuds out, and she clicked her tongue at him.

"Been doing this all day?"

"Hey! You're home! How was the studio?"

Ugh, the way he pushed away his sweaty hair back in order to get a good look at him. He was too pretty for his own good.

"Eh, not too bad. The editing should be done soon, so we won't miss the release date. I'm tired though, I didn't even take my lunch break."

He frowned, putting his hand on the small of her back, and she totally wasn't checking out his abs.

"Well I made you dinner! We can heat it up, and I can help you relax a bit."

"You...made dinner?"

"Uh huh! And I did the dishes, swept, mopped, and watered Isabela's plants!"

"Wow. Where is she anyway?"

Mariano guided her to the couch, tossing her the comfy set of pajamas that she told herself she would clean when she got back. Turns out he did laundry too. He spoke to her as he dived into her tiny ass kitchen.

"She said she had another hand modeling job to do, then she had a swimsuit photoshoot. I made her a portion too, don't worry."

"What'd you make?"

She looked at him as she took off her bra, letting herself relax as her more comfortable shirt and pants covered her. He held up the tray for her to see, clearly proud of it.

"Meatloaf! I made mashed potatoes and greenbeans to go with it too. Sorry I didn't make dessert, I just got lazy and bought ice cream. I got it from the place you like though!"

She put her hand over her heart, swooning over this sweet as hell man.

"That's very...sweet of you. I didn't know you could cook."

"I can really only make this. And sandwiches. My grandma taught me. People are always surprised-do I look like I can't cook?"

"Baby, you didn't know how to open the creamer for your coffee yesterday."

He gestured to the rack of creamers, as if it offended him.

"You have tiny creamers! It's a lot for my big hands! Only reason I haven't chucked it is because it's not worth my time."

"And because you'd feel bad."

"I absolutely would, actually."

He nodded in agreement as he set the food in the oven, and set the timer on her microwave. Meanwhile, she plopped on the couch, and turned on some netflix, scrolling through the endless bunches of new crap. It was his account though, so she was gonna use it.

"When is it gonna be done, anyway?"

"Maybe thirty minutes. Would've been quicker if I left it out, but I forgot. Oh, and I bought you some groceries too, it looked a bit empty."

"Isa had half a yogurt in there, she's gonna lose her mind."

She chuckled, scooting over and patting the couch so he'd sit next to her. He did just that, wrapping an arm around her comfortably.

"You know what I never understood?"

"Hmm?"

"What animal is the pink panther?"

"What?"

"The pink panther, what the hell is he? I know he's not a tiger. Is he a lion?"

She couldn't help but gawk at him. God he was serious. And he was hot.

"Mariano?"

"Hmm?"

"Kiss me please."

He looked surprised, as if it was out of nowhere, but of course he did as she said. He cupped her face in his hand, and kissed her. Again, and again, to the point where they somehow ended up with him on top of her laying form. He pulled away for a moment, looking down at her through panting lips that quickly formed into an embarrassed chuckle.

"Sorry I uh. Smudged your lipstick."

"Mmph...it's no problem. At all. This red looks good on you."

She held onto his face, lightly rubbing his bottom lip with her finger. He looked good in red, especially on his blushing cheeks.

"Are we...doing what I think we're doing?"

"Depends. Do you want to?"

"Very much so, yes."

"Then yes, we are. What do you want to-"

He didn’t let her finish as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, decorating it in kisses. The scruff from his facial hair tickled her neck just right, and his hand drifting down her stomach was just heavenly.

"Dolores, you've had such a long day. I can see it on your pretty face. Let me take care of you, please."

She wanted to take care of him, but she just seemed to notice how exhausted she was, body feeling heavy at the thought of her doing too much work. She played with his hair, just how he liked it, before sighing in defeat.

"Okay, okay. You can take care of me."

He slipped his fingers past her pants, till he was rubbing her through her underwear, slowly and in little circles. He still kissed at her fair skin, occasionally whispering against it.

"I WAS going to eat you out, because I know you like that, but I want to talk to you. I like talking to my girlfriend. She's so pretty, and sweet, and funny, and talented."

She, with little force, tried not so very hard to push his face away with a chuckle. She didn't even have to try to be sexy for this man to want her, and it made her feel so...special.

"You're too much, you know that?"

"If anything, I'm not enough. I love everything about you. How soft you are, how nice your voice is...how your pussy is already getting wet."

He was really rubbing into her now, palm firm yet slow. She gripped tightly onto his hair, head falling back a bit as his teeth grazed her neck.

"Oh, y-you wanna be dirty now?"

"I wanna be good to you. I wanna be the best boyfriend, I wanna ruin your panties. You make a man very greedy, Dolores."

He was being such a tease, fingers dipping inside of her, yet separated by the fabric of her underwear. He was doing it on purpose, so he could watch her squirm, hear her swear under her breath everytime it felt like he'd actually be inside.

"Dios it sounds so LOUD when you do that..."

"What? When I play with your pussy like this? It's because you're wet, mi vida. You're so wet, you want me inside of you, anyway you can have me. I could do so much to you,"

She jumped a bit as he touched her clit, just for a second, forcing her nails to dig into his shirt and his scalp. She thought she hurt him, but if anything, she motivated his movements to go faster.

"I could pull your pants down, absolutely rail you into this couch. I could eat you out till I'm lost in your pussy. I could even make you hump the couch while I watch. But you know what I'm going to do?"

Her head was absolutely spinning at this sudden bout of dirty talk. Mariano never said such dirty things to her before, and she absolutely loved it. Man was a whole snack, so much sweetness, with just a PINCH of savory to keep her coming back.

"W-what are you going to do?"

His tongue dragged up her neck, slowly, till it reached her lips, shoving itself into her mouth as they shared a kiss.

"I'm going to finger that pretty pussy, and listen to every sound you make."

He wasn't kidding. His fingers finally slipped past her underwear, and pushed inside of her. The two fingers weren't gentle, fucking her in a frenzy, just how she enjoyed it. It was so loud, so wet sounding, only made worse when his big frame kept her from squirming too much.

"M-Mariano please, I can't-!"

Dolores was never able to hold it for long. It was something she tried to fix, but it was SO easy to make the poor girl cum. She was so close here, she could feel her toes curling. So close, so damn close-

"Ah ah ah. Not yet, mi cielo. That's too fast. I want to enjoy you. I want to cherish you."

She wined, the slight kiss to her ear being too much for her.

"Not fair! I thought you wanted to take care of your poor girlfriend..."

"You're just grumpy because you like this. You like it when I kiss your ear like this, don't you?"

She 'tried' to push away his face upon his lips reaching her ear. They were so sensitive, and he knew damn well what it did to her.

"Since when did you get so smug?"

"Since you reminded me how much I adore my girlfriend ~...let me give you more kisses."

He was building her back up again with those stupid fingers, ever so slowly increasing in speed, but only slightly. Meanwhile he started to nibble on her ear, giving it just the slightest pull with his perfect white teeth.

"Okay, y-you've had your fun, proved your point and all of that, you're pushing it."

"Someone is getting so snippy~...I can't tell if I like it. Oh wait, I think I do."

His palm pressed against her clit nice and firmly, making her squirm and writhe like an absolute bitch.

"I'm g-gonna kill you, this isn't fair-"

"What's not fair is how pretty you are. How you've been there almost twice, how you've been making all these sounds for me and...well, making me fall more and more in love with you. I don't know if I CAN let you cum, just because it means this would be over."

He was playing dirty, being so sweet, kissing just that perfect spot with his fingers and suckling on her ear enough to give her the tingles. So she knew she had to pull out the big guns. She pressed his nose against his, and mustered the sweetest voice she could.

"Pwetty pwetty pwease? For your little buho?"

His eyes softened like butter, and she knew she had him.

"I can't say no when you do that. Alright, give it to me, beautiful."

He was picking it up again, tugging on her ear just right, knuckles deep inside her, so fast and so perfect. She felt it in her stomach, felt her voice reduced to absolute whimpers, before he finally, FINALLY let her have it. Just the orgasm she needed after a full day of work. He fingered her through it, like a proper boyfriend should, only stopping when she got nice and limp underneath him. She let go of him, arms falling limp to the couches sides.

"Oh...thank you. So much."

"Oh my god- can you heteros NOT?"

Dolores jumped upon hearing the sound of Isa's voice. She stood there, holding her heels, looking at them in absolute disgust. Mariano was about to apologize when the oven dinged, and he sprang out of the couch in a second.

"MEATLOAF IS READY!"

Isa looked at Dolores, who was still in a state of post nut, and shock, brow raised.

"Wow. Malewifed him up already, huh?"

"Hey, he's more than that, I'll have you k-"

Mariano called out from the kitchen as he opened the oven.

"Hey Isa, settle a bet for us! What animal is the pink panther?!"

Isa looked down at her, hand on her hips.

"Ah right. He's also a himbo."

"He's. Joking."

"No he isn't, watch. He's a walrus, Mariano!"

"I KNEW IT!"

Dolores glared at the smug looking Isa, absolutely hating when she was right. At least he was HER himbo.

#not transformers #encanto #asks #lemon #modern au #listen this Mariano is fucking dumb #i stan by this #dumb and buff and oh so sweet #and rich so he can spoil his girlfriend

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uncouth-the-fifth · 3 years

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Happy 100 followers🥳🥳🥳

Can you write a fic w the prompt 371 with Robin and a shy shy VERY SHY s/o??🥺🥺🥺

I like that most of your fics have an of confidence to y/n but I'd rather have her extremely shy pls

371. "You have a voice and body like an angel. I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn't get to see those pretty eyes," with Damian Wayne.

ugh, i never realized that before! almost all of my readers are super confident, so i should try and mix it up more. thank you for the prompt!! happy 100 🥳 some sex pollen fun for u!

After hours of blood testing, surveillance, and fear, Damian was finally released to go home with you. Poison Ivy was officially in custody. Though Damian was confident that she hadn't dosed him fatally during their latest battle, Dick and Tim had coaxed him to take the precautionary tests anyway. Ivy’s usual toxin came up, which they had dozens of cures for in the cave. Bruce let him return home after being dosed with one, but asked that you keep an eye on him - not like you wouldn't already.

You could sense how tired Damian was. The fighting had lasted through the night, so the testing had brought you both to morning. The moment you shut the door of your apartment, you touched Damian's back. "Tell me if you feel any different, okay? I'm worried about you."

"I'm immune to hundreds of varieties of poison, beloved," Damian scoffed, shoving off his coat. He planted a soft kiss on your temple. "You don't need to worry."

"...I'll do my best," you replied, wary.

You had some things to do around the house, so you asked Damian to crash in the living room instead of the bedroom to keep him in sight. The night's events had apparently rattled him, because he twisted and turned under his blanket, grunting to himself. An hour passed with this routine. Damian would sigh and struggle to fall asleep, and you'd pause your tasks to run your fingers through his sweaty hair. He was only relaxed with his head in your lap, curling his cheek into your touch and blinking slowly at you.

"Talk to me," he murmured.

"About?"

Damian closed his eyes under your hand. "Anything. I... like your voice." He hummed to himself, brows gently furrowed, "...And your hair... your eyes..." he swallowed, "...your body."

Rendered bloodless by the compliments, you couldn't help but comply with Damian's request. It was always hard for him to fall asleep, and even harder for him to sleep well, so your heart ached for him. You talked about anything you could think of. What chores you had to do this week, how little you wanted to do them - bland things, like the dishes and clothes shopping. When you got to the part about the bras you were thinking about getting, Damian perked up.

"What kind?" He cleared his throat.

"Something cute," you shrugged. "You, um, r-ripped my favorite lace one, so I'll have to find something more durable? Something that looks just as nice."

"Mmn..." Damian's voice was thick with something dark. He sat up suddenly, turned over on his hands, and faced you on his knees. One broad palm squeezed the softest part of your thigh. “I adore you in lace,” he panted, pupils huge and black as the night sky, “the way those tiny panties wrap around your hips... I-I can’t resist myself. Just thinking about you in those cute little clothes makes me want to fuck you like an animal...”

“D-Damian!” You yelped. He’d never said anything like that to you before. Stunned words popped into your mind, but his hands caressing under your waistband made it impossible to speak.

“Say my name like that again,” he hissed. Damian crawled over you like a panther, dark and sexual. One huge hand viciously pinched your jaw and squeezed it. “You have the voice, the body of an angel - I’d fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn’t get to see those enchanting eyes.”

You braced your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his nude back. It was embarrassing how wet you were at just a little praise. “Damian... t-the toxin, it could be—”

All the energy in the world seemed to surge into him. Damian’s plump mouth kissed and nuzzled your neck. “I took the antidote already. Don’t worry, my love.” The fingers playing with the edge of your pants suddenly plunged in, cupping your damp, clothed core and practically singing, “This is only a side effect...”

His warm tongue drew and sucked circles into your throat, which instantly melted into his touch. You should be trying to be reasonable, but the power of Damian’s voice washed over you like a spell, and the slow, methodical press of his fingertips to your clit sealed the enchantment over you. Damian had you captured.

“Won’t you be a good girl and help your boyfriend feel better?” Damian drawled, wetting his fingers in your cunt. “I need you, Y/N... p-please, I’m so hard for you...”

He wasn’t lying. As your dance slowly reclined deeper into the cushions, you could feel his cock hardening against your leggings. Damian pulled himself out only when he knew you were watching, and pumped himself slowly, poorly, like he couldn’t bare to do it without you. Your cheeks burned with heat. You knew from experience how good Damian’s cock felt in hand, the weight of it meant for your touch and your touch alone. You drifted your fingers around him and Damian mewled, thrusting so hard into your touch that his sweatpants fell around his legs.

“C’mere,” you relented, and Damian crashed his lips so deeply to yours that it flattened you to the couch.

He tore down your leggings so you could wrap your legs around his middle. Damian pulled your bodies flush and curved his back, giving you both room to enjoy how you jerked the other off. With a throaty moan against your tongue, Damian sawed his cock between your folds and into your fingers, wetting the fabric of your panties. A boiling wave of heat locked your legs in place. Madly, Damian rolled his thumb around your clit, his voice keening into your ear with every circle, “So fucking beautiful... So fucking good for me...”

His enthusiasm made you desperate. Spitting a foamy circle of drool into your palm, you coated Damian’s sensitive shaft and lathered him as best you could. Damian’s jittery hips did most of the work, bucking his cock into the soft, sticky tunnel of your hand. You kissed like you were fighting, biting at the other’s lips and claiming each other's mouths with wide swipes of your tongues.

If you upped your pace, Damian would meet it. When you pumped him faster, Damian snapped your panties to the side and melted his fingers inside you. That was as coherent as the touching got. Everything else was primal instinct, wanting to touch and wanting to be touched. Damian’s free hand caressed your belly, grabbed your thighs, groped your breasts through your shirt, spasming for every inch of skin it could find. His mouth was the same, wildly claiming your moans until his lungs burned.

You came together, laboring for breath and trembling from head to toe. Damian pushed your shirt over your belly and came across it with unrestrained bliss, and you squeezed around his fingers, wound up like a toy box until Damian set you free.

But just as soon as his fingers drew away from your cunt, they closed around your thighs, pushing your knees against your chest and spreading your legs for him. The toxin’s side-effects had a greater hold on him than you thought - Damian was still rock hard, his girthy, wet tip playing with your pulsing folds.

Before he filled you, Damian uttered a single low order:

“Moan for me.”

#damian wayne/you #damian wayne/reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne smut #damian wayne x reader smut #damian wayne #user uncouth

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namjoonchronicles · 3 years

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impression | yg

↳ genre fluff, domestic, established relationship

↳ words 5.5k

↳ summary many forgot that when you marry someone, you marry their family too, at least that’s how Asian family is like

↳ warning that side of adulthood, lockdown because of pandemic, self-worth, over-sensitivity, pisces dude, married life conflicts

↳ song ariana grande ‘pov’

Just this morning you woke him up with ‘Daechwita’ blasting on his ear drums, dancing and prancing around the home gym in your spandex bra and sweatpants, rapping to every word he wrote, with more swag than ten Yoongis combined. Forehead glistened with sweat, rosy cheeks and more life in you than he ever had. He leaned by the door sill just watching in utter disbelief and renewed admiration to just how much you loved his music. It never gets old. But how the tables have turned, two minutes before midnight.

You’ve locked yourself in the bathroom, him leaning his back on the wall, speaking through the closed door, calling out for you.

“Talk to me. Please… Say something. Anything,” he puts his lips inches away from the door, covering his hand over his mouth to direct the sound towards you, hoping it would get through. Fat chance, but at least he tried.

Must be something in his drink last night for him to hear his own song even when he is sleeping, Yoongi thought. But he didn't drink last night? Yoongi pulled the duvet down his head, contorting his entire face and the blaring boom bass music, rippling through the miniature figure standees of famous baseball players he had lined up on the TV cabinet. The music was so loud, the pictures hung on the walls began rattling at each beat drop. Where is this music coming from??

Two seconds in, and the empty spot next to him spoke volumes. All answers were as clear as day.

Yoongi sat up on the bed, duvets pooled around his waist as he yawns loudly and his bed hair flopping on either side leans towards, some baby strands standing in all directions. He scratches his arms, neck and belly as he comes awake. Face puffy, eyes barely open, and cheeks as circle as they could be. He gathered the duvet to the side and pushed himself off to the edge of the bed while shoving his feet into his indoor slippers. He tried to fetch his phone from the bedside table and saw it vibrating on its own from the loud music.

"Better stop her before the neighbours come complaining…"

He waddles about the room lazily, dragging his feet, his arm reaching for the switch panel before he even arrives to have the curtain open and let the sun in. The automated curtain aligned and folded creases perfectly as it gathered itself to each designated side. The bed, the bed will be made up later after he advises his wife not to deafen the whole neighborhood with his albums and he could finally think.

The teal-colored walls that extended along the hallway of the house, decorated with wedding pictures, family pictures, his signed baseball jerseys, picture of his basketball days (the one he jumps for a slam dunk and especially proud of, you know the one), your graduation picture (with him professionally photoshopped in) and some lovely polaroids of your first unofficial date that he insists was official. More on that later. Yoongi walks pass this memory lane with a stern face, shooting glares ahead, marching in the direction of the music, which seems to be coming from the gym. What he saw was a petite figure, all hyped up, sweaty, holding up a water bottle to your lips like a microphone, mouthing his rap like it was your own. You saw him in the mirror reflection but instead of coiling away, shy, you spat his rap to his face with flaming confidence. Yoongi looks down with a shy smile, eyes turning small and polite, skin blushing pink with second hand embarrassment. His face is hot and your sweaty skin, hair plastered to your neck and forehead, in revealing spandex was not helping. Neither is your swag. He clamped his lips with his teeth while you pulled his arm so he would join you. He protested lazily but didn't resist as hard. He throws his head back, whining dejections but you couldn't care less.

"Are you making your own concert here? Plagiarising my songs?"

You heard him and grinned widely at the mirror. He folded his arms and watched you dance seductively and just as the rap got to the 'my tongue sends boys and girls to China' part, the music stops and he is no longer next to you but by the stereo and turning it off.

"Yoongi! I was working out!" "People are gonna come and complain…" "They know who you are…" "They know my name from you…"

Screaming underneath him, that's what he meant. You rolled your eyes at him. He passed you a face towel with a sheepish smile. Wiping your face with it, you watched Yoongi unplug your phone from the sockets. It reveals several missed calls from your mother in law, Yoongi's mom.

"Mom called…" "Really?"

You moved closer to him to see. Yoongi reads the message she sent you outloud and the colors drained down your face.

"What do I cook? What do I do? What does she usually have for lunch? OMG, I don’t know. Do we even have kimchis left? I hadn't restocked…" "She likes fried dumplings and soy garlic chicken stew… it'll be okay. She said she is coming around noon. It's just a little over 8 am… Go take a shower."

You scurried to the bathroom and did as told. Yoongi made the bed while he waited. He turns the cordless vacuum cleaner on but it beeped soullessly because it wasn't charged. He sighed. You always forget to charge them after using them. He opted for a broom and dustpan instead. Yoongi disappears into his home studio, to take the shampoo he had been using and after-shower lotion for you to use. He twisted the knob, knowing you wouldn't lock them when you shower. Knock on the glass door of the shower and told you to use them. You nodded, passing him a look over your shoulder but he was out as quickly as he entered. That cold, cold steely husband.

You stepped out of the shower wrapped in towels with your hair dripping wet, hurrying to the hairdryer to dry your hair. Yoongi walks in with nothing but a towel around his waist. He passes you a chaste kiss on the shoulder first, then your cheeks before he continues to unravel his briefs and showered as well. The water trickles down his face, neck and shoulders, cascading down his speckless back, over the bum of his ass and wetting his happy trails at the same time. He aggressively rubs water over his face, the tips of his hair appear darker as it gets wet. You dressed up in your oversized hoodie, a pair of jeans and red converse, hair tied up in a bun, grabbing your purse for a quick run to the store. If your mother in law is coming, the least you could do is cook an all korean cuisine, prep nicely on the table so she knows that her son was taken care of nicely. Giving her a lasting good impression was your core priority as of now. And Yoongi would have been more than happy to do the grocery for you but this time, just this once, you want to show him that you are dependable too.

If there is anything you learned from korean cuisine is that food is prepared meticulously like you would, a form of art. Everything is placed neatly on a plate, and wrapped tightly. Taste and looks must be perfect. Everything had a sequence. Tradition and culture shapes the good people of Korea to what it is today. And for Daegu native, Yoongi's deep accent and habits become one of the most significant traits that flags a Daegu representative. You are obsessed with getting it right. Although you mostly don't understand the heavy accents he tends to let slip out once in a while, you were expecting to guess the words as it comes. His accents are one of the things that you loved about him. Daegu dialects are strong, and oozing masculinity. They are often direct and unapologetic so it might be heard as harsh. You couldn't tell apart if he is cursing or if he is just plainly just talking about his day when his friends stop by. He caught you a few times, staring blankly at him when he blurted out dialects out of frustrations, and he laughed them off when you accuse him of lying to you about what the words actually mean.

With his mom stopping by, the dialects are going to be thick and you would probably stare blankly most of the time. Communications are limited and Yoongi had to come back and forth to translate some of them.

Korean cooking is not your forte. Let's put that out there, in the open for everyone to see and understand. You are not familiar with it, and although you love some of it, some just don't fit your taste buds. But Yoongi is a full blown Korean. You make adjustments here and there, but it's not like he is always around for you to cook them often. That's why your korean cooking skills deteriorated. Even simple things like choosing which mushrooms to cook with takes 10 minutes longer than it probably should. You went with your heart and took the one you saw first.

Yoongi came out from the baths to see an empty room. Your perfume wafts over his nostril and it tattles about your whereabouts. Just as he was about to investigate, his phone shrieked a calling tone. It was Jungkook. Asking for a chord. He sounds desperate and bored to death. Being a good friend, Yoongi speds to his home studio after clumsily putting on some white tee on top of a grey shorts, halfway through and sending him several chords the little guy could work with, then pulling the rest of the shirt down as it loads. He swore he didn't take long but he found you already changing your clothes and starting to chop things on the chopping board, sloppily. He knows that it was not you to do things sloppily so he offered to help sharpen the knives.

"Soy garlic stew?"

You chewed your lips at him as he asked and nodded. Anxiety was written all over you. Your hands were already so shaky, and that's why you couldn't hold the knife properly, aside from it being blunt. You turned to the sink and began chopping the scallions with another knife Yoongi handed you.

“There are some potatoes I bought in the paper bags, I brought the mushroom I am familiar with, I am not sure if it's the one used in the stew. What time is it already? Is this enough time to even cook the stew? The chicken hasn’t thaw has it? I am not going to have enough time… She is going to know that the dumpling is store bought and I am putting my pride on the line…” you spoke nonstop, didn’t even hear Yoongi if he was saying anything, which you assumed he was quiet, so you became annoyed and, “Why aren’t answering any questions I have??”

Yoongi stood there, with a blank expression, “You wouldn’t even let me talk…”

You answered your own questions, and he was here listening to everything, opening his mouth and closing it before any word could come out because you bulldozed him with words, as he dug out the potatoes you were talking about, as well as the mushrooms.

“I’m sorry, I watched the youtube video on making the stew on the way to the mart and it seems pretty complicated, but doable… I think that the ginger and garlic goes in first,” you paused and sighed, “It’s been awhile since I cooked a proper meal for myself. I don’t know if I had it in me to even do this anymore…”

That’s right. While Yoongi was always away from the last two years, his work trips extended from 3 months to a whole year, and while studying for your master’s degree, you opt for simpler food, just enough for you to get by the day with a filled stomach. Most of your time is dedicated to your studies and laundry. Stopping by Daegu was hardly done, and if anything, you would just send some gifts her way. It is pretty awkward between you and his mother; language barriers, interests, and principles. You didn’t notice when Yoongi was standing behind you, his hand was on top of yours, soothing over your knuckles and he hijacked the scissors from your hands gently.

And he whispered softly atop of your head, “I got this.”

Just like that, he took over kitchen duties and let you handle the simpler stuff like, putting the pot on the stove, fill water in it, skin the potatoes, chopped them into large cubes, unstub the capsicum, peel the skin off of the chicken, peel the garlic and ginger. Yoongi’s instructions are clear and easy to follow. After all the things are chopped and prepared, he hands the ladle to you.

Your eyes widen. And you shook your head. Stepping back. Yoongi clicked his tongue and chuckled through his nose. Coax you. But no, you stepped farther back. He then took your wrist gently and placed the ladle handle in your palm.

“Trust me?” “I trust you, it’s me I don’t trust.”

“I’ll help you every step. Let’s go. Have confidence!” “You’re the multi billionaire, I’m just the struggling degree student with a part time job.”

“You’re Min Yoongi’s wife.” “I find that hard to believe sometimes…”

With another scolding tut of his tongue, you conceded. With a heavy heart.

The chopped chicken pieces are placed in a boiling water pot, and when its reddish flesh turns white and is cooked, it is drained and washed underneath cold running water to remove impurities. You watched quietly as Yoongi cleans them with his capable hands. His veins protrude, extending well over his forearms. The tip of his fingers were pinker than the rest of his hands, and he smoothes over those nooks and crannies the chicken pieces have. As ridiculous as it may sound, you were quite envious of the fact that those chickens have his full attention now. Next, the carrots.

The carotene source is peeled and chopped in large size. Yoongi helped guide your hands over the handle of the knife, because he is pretty particular on how big he wanted those carrots to be.

“Isn’t that too large?” You asked him in a small voice. They are half the size of your thumb. “No, it’s just nice…” he replied in a low voice, his lips just behind your ear, “It has to be in the same size as the potatoes, so it will cook at the same time.”

Your bottom grazed over his front and he learns to just keep you sandwiched in between the counter and him, so it won’t turn to something else. He is just as anxious as you are with his mom coming. Therefore, the percentage of him turning frisky is zero to none. The onions come next. They are chopped in half and then into fours. Yoongi paused and braced himself for tear gas attacks only there was none. He asks where you bought those onions, and you replied, it was grown in your colleagues garden. They were given for free. And he comments,

“They should sell these, we will be their first loyal customer! It doesn’t sting!”

You laughed as you prepared the fruits you bought. It was rock melon and some papayas. You avoided buying tangerine because you know she will bring some from her hometown, knowing how much Yoongi loves them. Daegu’s tangerines are very sweet and plump. There is nothing like it. Yoongi sliced green onions for the stew and extra hot chili peppers because his mom likes them spicy. Then he prepares the mixture for the broth.

“Now watch,” he instructed you, “Soy sauce, rice wine, red chilli pepper powders, minced garlic, two cups of sugar, red pepper paste, sesame oil, pepper. Mix well.”

Yoongi prepared a pot and placed the cleaned chicken pieces in them, added potatoes, carrots and water with the mixture he made just prior. Then, boil. After the chicken is cooked thoroughly, he adds onions. Then the scallions. Then salt to taste. You prepared the oven and Yoongi carried the pot to it to keep it warm until his mom arrived. Dumplings were pan fried. That one was simple. His mom doesn’t like her beverages too sweet, a simple plain water is enough.

When all the food is done, you turn to him at the same time he did. Sweats rolling down his sideburns and his thin white shirt clinging on his skin like he ran a mile. You approached him with a huge smile, swept his hair back to reveal his forehead and dabbed your inner wrist to wipe away his sweat all around his face. He sniggers through his nose. Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, you can’t help but plant a kiss on them. Nuzzling your face on his neck, you draped your arm around his shoulder and mumbled, “Thank you…”

He leans his cheek on your head and kisses one side of your brain, before exclaiming that you both need another shower after cleaning up the kitchen and turning on the air humidifier to chase away the smell of cooking.

“How was the journey?” you chirped. “The weather is scorching hot, the sun is melting me away before I can meet my son,” Yoongi’s mom complained in a thick Daegu accent, and when she stepped in, she gave you a glance and straight away went looking for her precious son. As expected.

“He was just out of the shower, he will come soon, mother,” you said the last word awkwardly, it doesn’t really roll off your tongue as comfortably as it should. She replied to you with a dejected “Hmm.”

You blinked and cast your eyes downwards, then up again to change the topic, “...Let me take you some cold drink… it must have been a torture, to walk around in such hot weather,” you sped to the kitchen and grabbed her a cold water in a tall glass.

“Hello mom…” Yoongi revealed himself from the hallway, gave his mother a hug that you didn’t receive when she walked in. “It wasn’t torture when I’ve come to see my son!” She suddenly changed her words, now she is all bright and cheerful, and you disappeared from her sight completely unless Yoongi looks over to you and includes you in the conversation. That too, wasn’t permanent. Yoongi learned that his older brother’s wife is carrying a baby and Holly had been snuggling to her tummy at every chance she gets. The sight would have been adorable and they were able to take a picture of it so Yoongi’s mom excitedly showed them to Yoongi. They both are sitting on the sofa while you were in the kitchen scooping up cooked rice into bowls of three.

“This sofa is new isn’t it? I didn’t see it the last time I was here,” his mom asked. “Yes, yes… do you like it?” Yoongi said and said you chose them. Then her enthusiasm dissipates. “I like it better without one. Now it’s too westernized,” his mom’s lips turned lopsided, continuing, “Did you know that hanging your legs down will disrupt the blood flow up to your brain? We better sit down on the floor when we eat, too…”

Yoongi prepared a Japanese folded table and pushed aside the coffee table that was there. Everything you’ve prepared on the dining table was moved to the Japanese one. When everything is set, you and Yoongi wait for his mom to start eating before you both do. It’s tradition. Even between man and wife, the older one begins eating first. Yoongi sips the stew and then you begin scooping the stew into your bowl. You were the only one eating mostly with a spoon instead of chopstick since you aren’t too accustomed to it. Yoongi’s mother said in a joking tone that you should start using the training chopstick used by toddlers.

Why are you extra sensitive today? She was just joking, but smiling is so hard right now. Your cheeks feel heavy and your shoulders stiffened. Yoongi carried the rest of the conversation effortlessly. The deep Daegu accent is already shifting your attention towards the fried dumpling instead. It was just a little over 45 minutes since she arrived, why does it feel like days?

“Dumplings, mother?” You chirped, attempted to use the chopstick and successfully landed them in her bowl.

Then she puts them back where they were, and said, “I don’t eat store-bought dumpling, darling,” before resuming to tell Yoongi the story about her neighbour getting into a real estate feud. You hold your breath in your throat and try not to think about it too much. Although you’ve finished your bowl of rice, Yoongi still hasn’t. He was busy nodding away to what his mother was saying. She barely touched the stew. When she turned to her food, you tapped Yoongi’s knee underneath the table and he looked at you wide eyed, darting at the stew. And Yoongi’s lips turned to the shape of an “O”.

“How do you like the stew, mom?” He asked. “It’s okay…” “My wife made it…” Yoongi said with a smug smile.

You smiled, shyly.

“It tastes exactly how Yoongi would cook it. I thought you cooked it, I know how horrible her korean cooking is, Yoongi… You don’t have to lie to me,” his mom passed.

After bidding her farewell at the door, Yoongi accompanied her to his brother’s incoming vehicle that fetches her. His brother made a promise to stop by when the baby arrives and when the Covid cases reduce a bit. You watched from the window from your bedroom and when the car drove off with Yoongi waving goodbye to his mom, your heart thudded differently.

Your eyes stung, and tears impending to fall as it collected around the brims. As you heard the front door beeping open to Yoongi returning, your feet dashed to the bathroom door, pushing it open as your tears rolled down your face like a dam broke.

Sensitive? Too soft? Was I too emotional? Am I not trying hard enough to be enough?

Yoongi walks in, to an eerily silent house. Ridding his shirt by pulling it over his head as he walks down the dimly lit hallway. His heavy footsteps heard across the floorings and you covered your mouth with your hand to not make any sound. He noticed that the bathroom light was on unlike the rest of the room.

“You’re showering alone? Traitor…” he pouted and wriggled the door knob and noticed it was locked from the inside. “I have a stomach ache,” you hoped you sound convincing. Your voice didn’t sound as shaky and you hope he didn’t catch on. “Okay…” he said, after a long pause. You turned the shower on to reduce the sound of you crying, and went back to sitting on the floor by the door, dug the heels of your palm into your eyes socket, and hugged your knees, sniffling.

“Hey…” his voice muffled through the door. “Hmm?” you replied, through a broken smile.

“Are you okay?”

Another dam broke.

Shit, I’ve started crying again. Why can’t I stop crying?! He is going to find out now… Fuck.

“Talk to me. Please… Say something. Anything,” he puts his lips inches away from the door, covering his hand over his mouth to direct the sound towards you, hoping it would get through.

“Was it mom? She says something you don’t like? You know how mom is, right? She doesn’t mean any of it…” now it’s Yoongi’s turned to bulldoze you with questions he himself answered.

Unable to take it anymore, you had to speak out, even if it means behind closed doors.

“I know she doesn’t like me as a daughter-in-law…” you spoke in broken voices. “Nonsense…” Yoongi passed, nonchalantly.

“No, will you please just listen to me?!” you raised your voice a bit, “I am not like your brother’s wife who cooks great Korean food, who sends her nice homemade desserts to her likings, and now is bearing a grandchild for her. I can’t cook, and had to rely on you a lot. She came over and she didn’t give me a hug like she did you, and the whole she doesn’t even speak to me unless I speak to her first, and even then, she shuts me down so I couldn’t say another word. I can’t even use a damn chopstick or make homemade dumplings she’ll eat!”

It’s Yoongi’s turn to lean his back on the door and hug his knees, then hang his head low.

“Suddenly the sofa is too westernized. And the glass doors letting in too much sunlight when I renovated it the way she wanted. It seems like everything I do is wrong and I just have no place in the Min’s household no matter how hard I try,” you sniffed, and, “To make matters worse she brought up the girlfriends you had in high school and how they cook her favourite food! Girlfriends! Plural! Here I thought you only had one… Jokes on me, I guess… It’s fine, honestly.”

There's nothing more terrifying than the word ‘fine’ you threw when you’re sad and Yoongi knows it. It signifies so many things. It indicates that you’re done, and you’re ready to let go of it, by shoving it under the rug like many other things your mother in law did to you ever since you met her. Yoongi shot his head up when the door opened and his eyes followed you in silence, a little solemn. You dried your hair, sitting on the makeup chair table, running the cool air Dyson hairdryer over the lengths of your hair. Yoongi crawled on all four and knelt behind you to hug your waist, nuzzling his face on your lower back. Then the tears returned, and kept falling.

Your gaze is stuck on the reflection of you in the mirror. What have we become?

It was one of those moments where no words seemed to suffice. Regrets and guilt becomes almost the same thing. Pointing the blame is the last thing on your mind. Choosing sides is difficult when so much is at stake. You may have unclasped his arm from around your waist, heard his wordless gesture and refused to see his face, but so much of him is in you. The fact you held on for so long was because of that man you love and married. Is this going to happen everytime your mother in law stops by?

Even then, you didn't want him to go against his own mother, nor do you want him to side with her… It was such a confusing situation.

Yoongi needs to return to the studio. He packs a few toiletries and clothes for him to wear while he is there. You helped him pack leftover food so you are not burdened to finish everything alone. The conversation shifts to what matters now. You carry your duty as a wife, his partner. You make sure that he is able to provide for this family and even though your emotions are once again neglected for the time being, you were glad that it actually occupied your mind and heart.

At the door, his manager carried his things and instead of leaving along with his manager, Yoongi told him to go first. You already know what comes next. But you aren't sure if you had it in you. One look in your eyes and Yoongi knows that you will rather die than have that conversation all over again. He ran his finger through your hair, lowered his lips to your forehead and stayed like that for awhile, and you said,

“Take care of yourself,” you spoke to his chest, breathing in his musky cologne for the days ahead without him. He stepped back, thumbed your cheek and pinched your chin, tilting your head back. He glanced at your lips while biting his own then backed away, to leave. As the view of his back got smaller and smaller, he exclaimed, “I’m going.” Not once did he turn behind to have one last look. And it was something Yoongi would do. Doesn’t matter if it's at the airport, or at the backstage, he will never look at you after he leaves you, even when he knows you’re right there standing, and looking at him. He says that, if he saw you standing there waiting for him, he will not be able to fight the urge to run to you. So he never looks back. The one thing that he always does before a work trip, is to kiss your forehead. Dr. Laurel Steinberg says, a forehead kiss indicates strong emotional intimacy.

But Yoongi says that a forehead kiss to him signifies a bond that goes beyond lust and love, it was your soul. It is to say, “I might be too far away to hold you, but my soul is yours.” It sends butterflies and confettis your way when he does it. It always feels warm and you always feel protected with a stamp of Yoongi’s lips on your forehead. It feels like a talisman. That no matter what, Yoongi is here.

Recovery. The emotional turmoil, the rollercoaster. You fill your time organizing the photos Yoongi took. With your final exams finished a week ago, you’re given a month off before you begin your final year. Yoongi now lives in his studio office because the album recording session begins and he is in every process. He is in charge of doubling and finalizing the tracks, directing and whatnot. Yoongi sends you a 1 minute 23 seconds video. Scowling at it, your face softened at the sight of him, recording himself in the studio. Dark circles doubled in size and his cheeks sunken. Poor thing hadn't been eating well did he?

“Hey, sweetie…” his familiar guttural voice resonated with your heart strings, “Sorry I haven’t been able to properly give you a call. It’s too late when I’m free, and I’m asleep when you’re awake. So I figured I’ll just send you a damn video, to hell with it.” You chuckled softly as your visions turned blurry.

“I think I will be addressing the recent issue we tucked away for later day. It’s later. You have never been good at fighting for yourself. It was something I don’t really understand because I’ve seen you fight my fight for me,” he glanced to the side and smiled fondly. You were unclear what situation he was talking about but you kept listening.

“You told me that I shouldn’t side with you because that would mean I am against my mother. Here’s what I truly think…” he breathed in and sighed loudly, “I think I should side with you. I spoke to my mom a few days ago, asked her how she is, and I told her several things I don’t like, like bringing up my past ex girlfriend, or how you can’t use the chopstick yet, or how your korean cooking isn’t great yet… how upset it made you and me. She told me that she was just jealous. I left home when I was 16. Come back when I am 20, married at 25. I will always be her son, I let her know that. But I am now someone’s husband, and I happen to cherish this someone, her heart and her wellbeing is my responsibility. I am not stolen from my mom, I consciously chose this person to be with me, to be her husband and built a home with her. And if she can’t respect that, then she cannot return to our house…”

You had to set the phone down and wipe your tears with the back of your hand.

“I’m done being a referee,” Yoongi continued after a long pause, “You’re gonna cry again, and I won’t be able to pass you tissue or give you a hug, I hope you understand what I’m trying to say. I am proud of you and all the little things you do. Daegu dialect is difficult to understand ha? That’s alright. You’re getting your degree, and you help pack my things even though you’re sad as hell the day I left. I couldn’t… I couldn’t ask for a better wife, and I hardly think I deserve you. Until we meet again, soon. Your husband, Min Yoongi.”

The video cuts to him winking.

Another text from him,

[Yoongi, 1.03AM] Impression is never permanent. I hope you give mother another try…

Wife is typing...

[Wife, 1.04AM] Erm. [Wife, 1.04AM] Sends a pic.

[Wife, 1.05AM] How’s this for a lasting impression?

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hoodharlow · 3 years

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Rain or Shine

AN: Literally a month from today is EL Novio’s first birthady. So while we wait for EL Novio Week. Here’s some workout!Cal :) Also my bby @calumscalm is back and I missed her so much. ilysm Nadya

Requested? Yes by my bby @2fangirl4u [Oh I would love to see what kind of masterpiece you come up with cal and 28 🤤😊 ( “You’re going to get us arrested.” “Oh, I’ve always liked the idea of you in handcuffs.” )]

Warnings: smut and soft Cal talking about love languages towards the end

Word Count: 3.0k words

Claudia was annoyed. She was supposed to meet her group for a presentation but after making her wait over an hour, they all messaged her half-assed excuses on why they couldn’t make it. To add to her annoyance, it was raining and she spent three hours straightening her hair. She should have listened to Calum and stayed in bed with him. She would have gotten at least two orgasms out of that.

While she waited for Calum to pick her up, she graded some media reflections from the introduction to sociology class she was teaching. She reached for a lilac felt pen to make grammatical annotations to a paper. Once she finished, she grabbed a post-it note and wrote a quick summary of what was good about the paper and how the student could improve.

She did the same for two more papers when her phone buzzed. She fished it out of her laptop case. It was a message from Calum, letting her know he’s outside in the parking lot. She quickly responded and began packing her things. She grabbed an empty folder and slipped inthei graded papers. She finished up and made her way to the exit.

Claudia spotted the black G-Wagon and trotted down the steps. She hugged her laptop case, cursing that she’s in only a thin white long sleeve, sans bra. She slipped inside the car and kissed Calum’s cheek.

“Hi.” She said, pulling away before pecking his lips. “Thank you for picking me up.”

A loud honk was heard behind them. Calum mumbled and started the car. His hand instinctively landed on her thigh as he drove out of campus.

“Do you want lunch?” He asked her.

“Sure, but can we take it home? I’m kinda cold.”

Calum glanced over her noticing her nipples poking through her shirt. He bit back a snarky remark so she doesn’t make him turn back and they eat leftovers.

They arrived at Mikko's and Calum parked under a huge tree. Claudia turned to the back seat and grabbed one of Calum’s hoodies that he kept when he stayed late in the studio.

“I told you I left them in here!” Claudia exclaimed, pulling out a black floral bodysuit. She sat back in her seat and chucked it at him. “And you said it was in Ashton’s house.”

“No, I said the red La Perla one was.” He said placing her bodysuit in his gym bag. “Let’s go inside before there’s a line.”

Hand in hand they went inside the restaurant. Claudia sat in a chair and waited for Calum to order. Her eyebrows furrowed as the hostess giggled at something he said. Though she relaxed when she saw him take a step back as the hostess tried to touch his arm. He paid and sat next to Claudia, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Their food was ready half an hour later.

Calum led them out of the restaurant. He set their food in the back and reached to Claudia’s door to open it. He heard her groan in frustration. He looked over his shoulder and saw her leaning against a cement bollard with her shoe off.

“Did you step in a puddle, again?” He asked, knowing well that she did.

He wasn’t sure how, but she always managed to step in a deep puddle when it rained. No matter where they went, if it rained, her shoes got wet.

“Yeah,” she mumbled. She slipped on her shoe and made grabby hands at him. “Can you carry me, please?”

“Of course.”

He hiked her over his shoulder and set her down on the car. They stared into each other's eyes, their breath suddenly getting heavy and breathy. Without skipping a beat, Claudia pulled him to her lips. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as Calum’s hands rested on her ass. They slowly devoured each other, bodies melting into each other. Calum wedged one of his legs in between hers and let her slowly rub herself against his dark jeans.

He pulled away. “We should get home before I take you against the car. With how loud you get, you’re going to get us arrested.”

“Oh, I’ve always liked the idea of you in handcuffs.”

***

“We got an audience.” Calum’s trainer said, making him look back go see Claudia leaning against the door frame.

Calum smiled and waved at her, stopping to realize he forgot to pick her up from school. After lunch, Claudia's professor called her in for a last minute meeting about the class she was TAing. Since she hated driving in the rain, Calum offered to drive her to campus once again. He was going to pick her up, but his trainer managed to squeeze him in. A simple leg session turned into a full body workout.

"Oh don't mind me. I'm just admiring your work." Claudia told Jesse, gesturing to a sweaty Calum.

She bid them goodbye and slipped back in the kitchen. Calum had his gaze trained on her that he didn't notice his trainer signaling him. Until he snapped a band into Calum's arm.

He rubbed his arm and looked over to Jesse.

"Pay attention." He simply said.

Another half hour passed and Calum was exhausted. He regretted calling his trainer. He walked him out, agreeing to meet him in two days for leg day.

He closed the door and threw himself into his couch. Duke wandered in with his toy duck in mouth. He placed it on Calum's shoulder so he could throw it. Calum grumbled and gave his back to Duke. The old puppy yipped and got on his hind legs to push him. Calum responded with a few colorful words, resulting in Duke going into full barks.

"What's wrong baby?" Claudia asked walking into the living room.

Calum turned around. "Jesse worked—"

"I wasn't asking you. Not everything is about you, Cal." Claudia said. She scooped Duke into her arms and kissed his head. "Was your papi being mean?"

Duke yipped in response.

Claudia gasped. "No, that butthead." She shook her head in disappointment at Calum. "C'mon let's have a cookie in the kitchen."

"What about me?" Calum whined.

"What about you?"

"I want a cookie."

"Good for you." She looked at him confused then walked out of the living room with Duke.

Calum groaned and pulled off his wet clothes. He stayed in his boxers and went to the laundry room to wash his wet clothes. He ran upstairs and took a quick shower. When he came out of the shower, cinnamon and sugar filled the house. He excitedly slipped on his grey sweatpants because Claudia made snickerdoodles.

Duke and Claudia were dancing in the kitchen when he walked in. Calum was quick to notice that she changed out of her jeans and was only in his hoodie. He caught a peek of r light blue panties under his hoodie.

"Ew, now you're all sweaty Cal." Claudia giggled as Calum shook off his wet hair.

"Excuse you, I just took a shower." He argued.

"Aver?" She asked. She turned around and nuzzled her face into his neck. "Is that my body wash?"

"Yeah, I was in the mood to smell like lemon custard." he said referring to her body wash's scent.

"I'm not complaining." Claudia mumbled into his neck.

She pushed herself up on the counter to have better access to Calum. She pulled him with her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She softly ran her hands over his arms, gently squeezing his biceps.

"You might wanna put on a shirt," she commented. She slid her hands down his chest, tweaking his nipples. "You seem a little cold."

"Well it is raining outside."

"That's true."

Calum shook his head, trying his best to not laugh. He leaned down and gave her a quick peck on her lips. Noticing that he had her caged in his arms, pressed his hips into hers. Claudia let out a soft gasp of pleasure. He pulled away and thrusted into her once again, earning louder sounds from her.

"Need you." Claudia murmured into Calum's lips before kissing him.

The kiss deepened. Clothes were shed, leaving them both naked. Claudia shivered in anticipation as Calum tossed her panties onto the small pile of clothes.

"You might wanna put on a shirt," Calum commented. He slid his hands from her thighs to her chest, running his thumbs over her nipples. "You seem a little cold."

"That's probably because my boyfriend left me waiting out in the rain."

"I said I was sorry."

"Actually you didn't. I can't believe you let me potentially get ammonia."

"It's pneumonia, Claudia."

"Well that," She looked up at him and smiled innocently. "But you could, like make it up to me."

"I figured that's what I was doing since we're both naked."

"I mean since we're both naked might as well."

Calum snorted and pulled her close to him. He stroked his length a few times then coated himself with Claudia's arousal. He placed one of her legs over his shoulder and slid into her.

Claudia nails dig into Calum's biceps as he pounded into her. He took her rough and passionately. It was one of those times that they just wanted to get off. No time to enjoy each other with love and devotion. Just with lust. He snapped his hips burying himself deep into her with every thrust.

"Duke?" Calum mumbled, stopping mid thrust.

"Cal, I know you didn't just say Duke in the middle of us fucking." Claudia snapped at him.

"It's just that he's out rolling in the mud and I barely bathed him yesterday." He pulled out of her and pulled up his sweatpants. "I know, I know. I'll be quick."

She was left speechless as he ran out barefoot and shirtless. She hopped off the counter and quickly got dressed, pulling on her rain boots and raincoat to help him get Duke inside. Unfortunately for them, Duke thought it was a game. He sprinted past Calum’s legs and excitedly yipped as his pops slipped and fell.

“No la chingues Duke. Orale metese.” She said sternly. Duke immediately stopped wagging his tail and whined. Claudia crossed her arms. “I don’t wanna hear it. Inside, now.”

Duke scoffed and went inside as if he didn’t do anything. He laid on the floor and waited for them to rub his belly.

Claudia bent down and scooped him up in her arms. She turned to Calum. “Go take a shower and I'll dry him off.”

“I just took one.” He responded with a huff.

“And? You ran out barefoot and shirtless out to the rain. Do you wanna get ammonia?”

“It’s pneumonia.”

“Next time, you're not gonna be here to correct me. Go take a shower. I’ll be there in a bit.”

Calum looked like he was going to say something else but closed his mouth. He knew better than to start something over nothing. He retreated upstairs. Shrugging off his sweats in the middle of the room, he turned on the shower.

The warm water hit his back, helping his muscles relax. He leaned against the shower wall and his mind wandered off. He slowly stroked himself imagining Claudia on the counter. Her muffled moans filled his ears. The way she dug her nails into his biceps as he took her.

He groaned as his hand sped up. He placed his other hand on the wall in front of him to help him stay up. He squeezed himself, as if it was Claudia clenching him when she was close to cumming.

"Ni te esperas." Claudia said loudly, startling him.

"I was fucking close." He grumbled, sliding the shower door open.

"Now you know how it feels." She shrugged, getting under the shower head.

They both faced each other trying to share the shower head. Surprisingly they didn't try to do any sort of teasing. Ever since he dropped her at Michael's wedding, shower sex was on the no list.

Calum went to get Claudia some clothes for her to change in while she dried her hair with her diffuser. She usually dries her hair without any heat, but it was cold. She knew that when it was time for them to go to bed, her hair would still be wet. She had her mom's lecture of never sleeping with wet hair, and all the bad things that can happen if she did, engraved in her head.

She set the hairdryer on the counter and slipped on Calum's shirt and her panties. After she finished her after shower routine, she crawled into bed with Calum. His hands drummed on her ass while she scrolled through the DVR to pick something for them to watch. Deciding on ‘Good Girls’, Claudia laid on her stomach facing his TV. By the first commercial break Claudia on edge.

She looked over her shoulder at Calum. He was on his phone while his fingers mindlessly rubbed her thigh. She rolled her eyes and went back to watching the show. Every so often she’d feel his fingers close to her core, but he’d pull away. Annoyed with his obliviousness, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She lifted her hips, pushing her ass into Calum’s thigh in hopes of getting his attention.

“You know if you wanna have sex all you have to do is ask, pretty girl.” Calum said without looking away from his phone.

For the last half hour he’d been playing Bubble Pop with his mom. He began to tease Claudia after he noticed that she was watching the Rio guy—her current character crush—. He knew that she’d be ready for him if he intentionally pretended to not rub her through her panties.

“Can we have sex?” She sweetly asked him.

“Of course.”

With that Claudia stood on her knees and pulled down her panties. She laid on her stomach with her ass in the air.

“Guess me asking you to ride me is off the table.” He chuckled.

His boxers were gone. He took his time stroking himself as he lined up with Claudia’s entrance. With one hand on her hip, he used the other to guide his cock. He rubbed his length up and down her slit. Claudia knew this is him getting back at her as he continued to run his tip up and down her folds.

She looked over her shoulder to him and pouted as he continued to tease her. “Cal.” she whined.

“I need to get hard.”

“Please you’ve been hard since I hopped in the shower.” She sassed him. Before she could make another remark, he roughly pushed himself inside her. “Shit!”

“That’s what I thought pretty girl.”

Calum used both hands to grip her hips. He leaned down, pulling Claudia’s back to his chest as he kissed her shoulder. He slowly started thrusting his hips, letting her get used to him. She kept her eyes close shut as he fucked her.

All day they’ve been trying to find a way to get off, but something always stopped them. Now they weren’t going to let anything get in the way.

“Fuck.” Calum moaned out.

His lips kissed all over her neck as he continued to fuck Claudia. She rocked back against him meeting his thrusts.

“Fucking missed you, Claudia.” He whispered in her ear. Calum shifted his hips as he thrusted into her. The new angle hitting her in that spot that made her a moaning mess.

“Please, fuck—.” Claudia moaned out, not being able to finish what she was saying.

She pushed back rougher to meet his thrusts. He gripped her hips with one hand while the other went down to her clit. Calum worked his fingers roughly as he pushed his hips into Claudia.

He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her quiet praises filled the room, egging him on. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before her orgasm took over. Calum’s followed soon after. With three shallow thrusts, he pushed himself deep inside Claudia, spilling every last drop in her.

Wordlessly they helped each other clean up their mess. Claudia laid on her back as Calum plopped on top of her. She pushed back his messy curls to see his face. She’s not a big fan of the length since it covered half of his face, but occasionally the long curls served their purpose. Usually when she needed something to hold onto when he ate her out.

“Did you mean when you said you missed me?” Claudia softly asked him.

“You heard that,” he mumbled, burying his face into her chest.

“I mean you were hitting it from behind, how could I not hear you.” She teased.

Calum pushed himself off her and laid next to her, pulling her to his chest. Their go-to position when they have deep thoughts about everything and anything. He rubbed her back, wording in head what he was going to tell her.

“I did mean it,” he began. “I don’t know. I feel like we haven’t spent as much time as we could if that makes sense. I’m partly to blame since the guys and I changed labels and managers. On top of that I leave every other week to the studio with them. Then you’re busy with school, not that it’s a bad thing. I know school’s your first priority. I don’t want you to think that it’s getting in the way of us because it’s not.

I just missed you. I try to spend as much time with you even if it’s driving you twenty minutes to school or watching you bake when I answer a few emails. I used to be grateful that you kept the fridge and pantry fully stocked because I hate going to the grocery store and Target. Until now. I missed us reading all the unpronounceable ingredients of snacks we don’t eat. I miss us reading synopsis of all the erotica books with straight faces before we start laughing because an elderly lady is listening to us and actually considering buying a book… I didn’t realize that I missed doing all of that with you until we stopped.”

“I missed you too. I just didn’t say anything because I didn’t wanna sound clingy.” Claudia said, wiping a few tears.

She sat up on her knees and hugged him. Calum tightly hugged her back. They stayed quiet in each other's arms.

“You know what’s tomorrow?” She asked him. He shook his head. “Costco day.”

“Did I ever tell you how much I miss going to Costco with you when you wear leggings?”

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slashssunglasses · 3 years

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“Its My Turn Now” ~ Slash

SLASH X FEM~READER

KW: daddy kink, bondage, roughness

Slash- Velvet Revolver Era Slash

——— UNEDITED —— —

it was yet another Velvet Revolver tour and this one was very exciting for slash since he could finally take you with him. Oh your days were full of laughter, adventure and pure raw animal sex. he couldn't get enough of you, all this time he'd had to go on the road without you, no physical contact for months at a time… it made this tour one to remember.

it was the night of the show and you stood in the front row of the rowdy crowd watching slash run around and holler into the microphone. Even though he was lost in the music he still made sure to watch you from the stage, making sure you were ok. Slash always insisted that you stand backstage watching the show from your safe little area but you did like it. You enjoyed being in the crowd jumping and raging along to the music while you watched him sweat and just completely lose himself in his music,

This time though, there had been a guy who was rubbing up on you all night. At first it looked like it was just due to the overcrowding of people in the pit, but once he started trying to talk to you and flirt you knew those horny rubs were nothing but accidental.

“Dude I'm not interested” you pushed away from him, “c’mon sweetheart, you cant come around here dressed like that and not expect to get my attention” he'd less over trying to get closer to your neck.

“Hey back off!” you squealed, soon your attention was taken away from your fiancé’s performance and redirected to keeping this guy off of you. he continued his lewd comments before reaching his hand up and groping your chest.

you pushed him hard and just then the guitar stopped and the music got all fucked up.

“Hey! Hey! what the fuck?!” you heard Slash yell into the microphone before throwing himself into the crowd on top of the guy. security was quick to grab him and push him back on stage as the fans started to riot and try and grab at him. “Hey get him the fuck out of here!” he yelled into the microphone once he got back on stage, “hes making on my girl! fucking pig! im gonna get your fucking ass get the fuck out of my show!” he yelled angrily as security grabbed the guy hauling him out.

“you okay baby?” he asked in the microphone before kneeling down and grabbing your arm helping you up onto the stage and walking you off.

“you okay?” he nervously grabbed your face scanning your expression. “yes yes im fine” you sighed giggling quietly, “I'm gonna kick his ass” he angrily chewed his lip, “baby just relax” you sighed grabbing his face. you could hear the crowd getting impatient and rowdy, “Slash you gotta get back out there” you smiled looking out onto the stage.

“i promise you i’ll make it up to you” he smirked, “make it up to me? you didn’t do anything” you giggled, “just be quiet and let me show you how much i love you tonight” he rolled his eyes, “mm fine fine, i also have a surprise for you but only if you get out there” you giggled popping a kiss on his lips, “mm more” he whined pulling you back in

“slash! C’mon man let’s go!” Duff yelled at him as slash pulled you deeper into his lips. He groaned, kissing your lips one more time before walking back on stage. The crowd roared in cheers as the show started up again. “Sorry guys lets fucking tear it up!” he chuckled into the mic earning cheers and hollers from the crowd. “Hang on hang on! Let me say something really quick before we start up again..” Slash said into the mic, fixing the height so it fit him better, “if you see that fucker that was on my girl..save him for me, okay?”

you shook your head smiling from offstage. he kept looking over with a little smirk as he watched you sway around to the music. his eyes dancing across your body as you did little sensual things you knew would only catch his eye. you blew him little kisses and he had a cocky smirk while he riled up the crowd even more. once the show was over you knew you were in for a fun and romantically rough night. you wanted to take control tonight but you didn’t know how long it’s last. you had the outfit, the toys, and the restraints but slash had a reputation for ripping through the flimsy cheap sex store ties and cuffs but you were still gonna have your fun.

you smirked to yourself as he ran off stage adrenaline still pumping as his sweaty body engulfed you tightly “ew ew ew” you giggled against his wet body. “mmm i want to get you back to the room bunny” hed giggle biting your ear, “mmmm no no no, you’re gonna shower while i get ready for you...” you giggled swaying back and forth with him,

“mm you won’t join me?” he pouted, “no no no, i have very fun and special things planned for us tonight...daddy” you whispered, he tensed up under you, “you have to be patient and calm though...or you get nothing and i mean it” you added kissing his sweaty jaw, you knew it was killing him the whole ride home. little did he know you had binds, toys, lingerie waiting for you guys back in the room to play with.

Once back at the hotel, you had to pry slash from your body and into the bathroom, threatening him if he doesn't get into the shower.

After some heated kisses and playful shoves, he finally got into the bathroom and started his shower. With him distracted with getting clean, you set your plan into motion. You quickly pulled off your clothes, throwing the now dirty clothes in a hamper at the door.

You examined your body in the mirror, hands running over each inch of skin as you wondered what he would think, but right now you were under a time crunch. You quickly got out the toys and binds, laying them out neatly on the bed as you listened to him move around the bathroom. He shouldn't be long now. You scrambled around the room, lighting candles for some nice finishing touches, and laid on the bed in a sexy pose. Steam rolled out in clouds as the bathroom door swung open. Light poured over your body as slashs silhouette came into view. “Mmm~ what's all this bunny?”

"its fun for us" you smirked turning to get on your knees and crawl towards him. his hands traced every different shaped and colored vibrator on laid out on the bed, cock ring, handcuffs, and a few other fun toys.

"you see tonights gonna be a little different" you began in a sultry voice, "I know Its always you in charge but…tonight I want some fun" you smiled sitting up and rubbing your hands all over his bare chest, "so take these off" you pulled on the waistband of his sweatpants, "and let me come play with you daddy"

Slash bit his lip, smirking down at you as you played with the hem of his pants. “Oh~ so bunny wants to be in charge tonight hm? Well..we’ll see about that..” You pouted, glaring up at him as he pulled you onto his chest, “hey! No! No touching!” You grabbed his wrists,

his hands quickly grabbing handfuls of your ass before you yanked them away. You shoved him toward the bed, tying his wrists together as you sat on his chest. “Look so sexy like this bunny..thinking you can dominate daddy..” He purred, his eyes flaming with lust as you glared at him. “I'm not the one with their wrists tied..” Slash only darkly chuckled at your jab, “ohh~ I won't be for long bunny..just you wait and see..”

"Daddy" you whined smacking his chest, "ive been such a good girl…let me have this treat?" you crossed your arms, "oh bunny" he pouted bucking his hips up to push your pussy farther up his chest, "fine" he rolled his eyes, your eyes lit up as you jumped off of him going towards the toys you wanted to use.

"decisions decisions" you giggled, he looked at you with a proud and cocky smirk. "I know" you smiled and crawled back onto the bed. you rubbed your hands over top his sweatpants traveling up his legs, you saw the bus;ge growing and gently grazed it. you lowered your head and licked a hot stripe up his clothed bulge. he grunted harshly pulling on the restraints, you made sure to layer them so it'd be harder for him to break through.

you grabbed the vibrator and switched it on sliding it over his bulge and then around your nipples pulling the bra down flashing your tits. he was drooling and you decided it was time to give him a little snack, you giggled scooting up to his lips, "you want some?" you purred pulling your panties to the side, "you want to taste my cunt daddy? ohh~ its so wet" you moaned lowering yourself over his nose, his mouth opened welcoming you but you didn't sit just yet, "come taste what that other guy couldn't have" you smirked lowering yourself completely onto his lips watching his eyes roll back as your slick hit his tongue

He leaned his head up, tongue slipping in between your lips like a hungry dog. You melted into him, slow relaxing down onto his mouth, hips lightly swiveling to match his lips. You groped your tits, moaning at the pleasure sparking in your brain. Slash grumbled and groaned, the sounds vibrating against your clit deliciously.

“Oh!- oh daddy~” You purred, back arching and head tipping back. Slash pulled at the restraints, skin peeling around the ties as he ached to feel your skin under his palms. You ground down against his mouth, tongue filling your hole as you whined. “Ah ah ah! Daddy!” His hips bucked up at the sound of your pleads, frustration filling his system as he pulled at the restraints. “Daddy's going to eat you dry bunny..be a good girl and let him out of these ties..” He glared up at you, tongue licking at his lips, “come on bunny...don't you want to make daddy proud?”

"mm, not yet" you panted scooting down back onto his chest, you leaned down kissing your slick off his lips, "you'll get your turn" you smiled kicking your feet up and sliding the thing off your body flashing him your bare pussy as you layed back on his torso. "mm such a yummy cock" you moaned rubbing his hard through his pants, "your evil" he growled and you rolled your eyes leaning over for the vibrator, you switched it on setting it down on his abs,

"fuck" you grunted as you set your clit down onto of the vibrator. your lips began rubbing against his torso as you began humping. "oh daddy! ah! oh yes daddy you feel so good on my weeping cunt" you moaned maintaining eye contact with him, "oh I cant wait to see that cock ring on this big daddy cock, I want you to use everything on me daddy" you whined picking up the pace, "oh daddy im gonna cum! im gonna cum!!" you yelled gripping you

You squealed, head falling back as your orgasm washed over you. You shooke and arched, wet buzzing filling both of your and slash ears. His hips bucked up, harsh growls leaving his lips, “bunny..let daddy out..now. I'm not fucking kidding..” You lazily smiled, squinting at him as you got down on your stomach, face to face with his abs, “i don't know what you mean daddy..” You’d whimper, smiling up at him as you licked up your cum off his abs. “Ohh bunny you’re in deep fucking shit.” You cheek rested against his hip bone, “am I?” You’d tease, kissing his skin as your hand palmed his bulge.

"oh my… its so big" you gasped kissing his hard bulge through his pants. "mm I told you ti take these off daddy" you purred biting his bulging v-line, veins protruding down the toned muscle almost guiding you to his cock.

you leaned over grabbing the cock ring and holding git in your mouth. pulling down the pants you gasped excitedly giggling at his swollen hard cock, "mmm" you licked your lips drooling over his cock. you let drool drip and leak down his cock slipping down with precum

you moaned, pumping his cock lewdly as he sighed.

He stared down at you with hooded eyes, “bunny..” You grinned at him, taking his cock in you mouth, the cock ring slipping down his shaft as you did so. “Oh!- fuck-!” He pulled at the ties, teeth grit and bared as he choked. “Bunny-“ Once the ring was in place, you sucked his cock lewdly, the tip popping out of your mouth as you let go. You pumped him, licking your lips as you stared at him, “there you go daddy...a pretty ring on your cock..” His head rocked back, face turning red out of frustration as the need to cum filled him, but he knew, that he wasn’t allowed to.

“Okay bunny...you’ve had your fun..now take the fucking ring off me right now..before I get mean.” You bit your lip, humming to yourself, “mm..I don’t know..I think it’s a nice touch daddy..”

you licked a long stripe up his swollen red cock. “you’re such a good daddy, behaving for me and holding back all that thick juicy cum mmm” you moaned rubbing your clit while you gently stroked his cock. “bunny-ah fuck” he choked throwing his head back, “yes daddy?” you cooed squeezing his balls, “fuck!” he growled pulling in the restraints harder, “oh these are good ones, you haven’t broken them yet” you giggled leaning over and grabbing another vibrator.

you vibed along his shaft and circled his tip licking your lips as he tried to choke back his moans. “moan for me daddy, oh when you moan it’s so sexy” you whined sucking on one of his balls, “b-bun-oh fuck! oh my god bunny fuck right there!” he moaned loudly as you slowly slipped him inside your pussy. “ohhh!!” you whined, “oh fuck daddy! oh my gosh break free baby come fill me with your cum make me your pretty mommy” you whined loudly as you rode his cock, lewd and throaty moans escaping his lips as he tried to watch you move sensually on his cock but fuck it was too good he couldn’t hold it back anymore he was crazy, screaming practically at your dirty words

You lost yourself on his cock, little hands gripping his chest as you bounced yourself.

“Daddy..daddy more please..” You whined, needing more of him by the minute. “More huh? You want more?” he growled, foaming at the mouth as you nodded. “Please daddy..” His choked gasps slowly died down, a dark smile curving on his face as he glared at you.

“Please? Please? Oh, my bunny is begging now huh? I thought you were the one in charge bunny?” He mocked, head tilting slightly as he questioned you. You stumbled and stammered, “i know but-” “but what bunny? You need your big daddy to take care of you?” You trembled, tears welling up in your eyes as you grew tired of bouncing on him, “yes..i need you daddy..” His eyes darkened completely, “good girl.” He laughed, easily snapping out of the restraints and flipped you over.

you gasped as he hooked your legs around his hips. “you were staying tied for me?” you have him puppy eyes, “anything for you bunny” he smiled softening his piercing gaze slightly, “you did so good bun, so sexy” he growled against your lips while he teased his ringed cock around your hole, “hehe, thank you daddy” you giggled stretching underneath him, rubbing his bicep gently scratching down the divots in his biceps,“now show me who i belong to daddy” you pouted puckering your lips for him, “make me a pretty mommy” you batted your lashes after he placed a rough kiss on you. “you’re gonna squirt on this cock bunny, you’re gonna make a mess for me”

He gripped your hips tight, cock pounding into your g spot as you screamed, “daddy! Oh-oh!” You grabbed at him, pulling at his skin as he grinned at you, “is it too much bunny? This is what you wanted..” He teased, loving the way you looked all sweaty and used. “No more excuses bunny..no more holding back..daddy’s going to take hi sweet bunny until she passes out.”

you screamed losing your voice midway, exhaustion hitting you from how badly you wanted him deeper you couldn’t even fathom it. he held a vibrator against your clit as he yelled profanities from you tightening around his cock. “who’s daddy’s cum dump hm?” he groaned trying to keep himself at a steady pace in you, “m-me -ahhhh!! fuck me!!! i’m you l-little cum dump? in your cockslut daddy use me!!” you arched screaming as your eyes rolled back drool falling down your lips, “s-so good” you whimpered holding his face begging for some mercy

“use you, hm? That's what you want? You want daddy to take it all out on you, bunny?” You nodded franticly, words barely even forming in your brain at this point. “Mmm~ okay bunny.. let's see how long you last..” His thrusts stopped suddenly, light whines leaving you at the loss. “Shhh..don't worry... Daddy is far from done with you..” He snickered, his grip on your hips tightening. Suddenly, he slammed into you hard, tip hitting your g spot head-on.

You screamed bloody murder, clawing at his back. “Oh, that's the spot huh?” He growled, making sure each and every thrust it that special spit inside you.

“oh! oh! da-da-daddy!! AHHHH!!!” you screamed bloody murder, “i can’t take it! i cant take it!” you sobbed ultimate euphoria over taking you. his hand flew to your mouth shutting you up while he drilled into you. tears pooled around his hand as you sobbed and screamed into his hand. “bunny they’re gonna think i’m-fuck! they’re-ohh~~ they’re gonna think i’m hurting you!” his thrusts became sloppy as the cock ring felt tighter around his base

“daddy- daddy! Ohh-! Daddy!!” You squealed, licking his hand as he held it over your mouth. “Bunny-! Fucking god!-“ His cock swelled around the ring, his head filling with pleasure as he felt himself slowly lose it. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- Fuck!- FUCK!-“ He growled, panting as the ring gave and cum spilled inside you, triggering your orgasm. You squealed and screamed, thrashing around as pleasure filled your head. You cried and screamed against his hand, grabbing at him as you came down.

you were hyperventilating and sobbing against his hand as his head dipped down into your neck. his chest rising and falling rapidly as he kissed your damp skin. you couldn’t help the wave of emotions your several intense orgasms brought you, you broke down in a fit of sobs still not being able to breathe, after shocks from your orgasms shot through you as you looked down at all the squirt that coated the bed and both your bodies. your body still twitching as he stayed plugged in you, he let out soft moans trying to catch his breath. this time was insane, you guys had good sex before no doubt it was never bad, always mind blowing but this time there was so much more emotion on both ends you both needed to recover.

You sobbed, so sore and worn out that it was all you could really do. Slashs face came into few as he lightly picked you up.

He held you against his chest, rocking you back and forth as you slowly came down, “shhh shhh bunny...deep breaths..” You followed his lead in breathing, your mind becoming more clear. Well, as clear as it could be in that moment since you were still very exhausted. “Come on..let’s go get cleaned up..” He kissed your forehead sweetly, smiling against your skin as he carried you to the bathroom. You clung your him, not wanting to be set down or moved anymore than you already have.

Your muscles were sore and your overall being was worn out. As he lowered you both in the bath, he started to hum a soft tune. You didn’t recognize it, must have been something new he had been working on. He ran his hands threw your hair, the other leaning over and grabbing a washcloth. He soaked it in water, bring it to your face as he continued to hum softly. That’s when the hums started to turn into words. He sand softly in your ears as he washed all the sweat and tears from your face. Slash was never one to sing in the first place, but him singing to you never failed to make you smile. “There’s that pretty smile..”

“i-i-i love you slashy” you hummed gripping his chest giving him weak kisses. “i love you bunny” he bummed rubbing your back, “thank you for letting me have you fun” you giggled looking up at him, “you deserved it baby, you were so sexy” he chuckled lowly, “mm thank you” you leaned up kissing him deeply enjoying the feeling of his body against yours with the warm water surrounding you two.

CO-WRITTEN WITH @s-lasxh

#slash x reader #slash fic #slash gnr #slash hudson #Saul Hudson #gunsnroses #slash imagine #velvet revolver #smut #slash smut

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myheroacademiashorts · 4 years

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Hold Me Closer

Hiii it’s been a while, guys! Lots of crazy things happening rn, and I hope everyone is inside and at home, safe and sound. Im putting all of my requests on hold just to write this piece for the lovely @bakugou-katsukisgf, who has been feeling kinda down lately. @bakugou-katsukisgf, if you’re reading this, just know that I’ve always loved your work, and never apologize for how you’re feeling! I hope this makes you feel a little bit better. <3

-Jody

Prompt: found here ; Bakugou knows you’ve had a bad day, and despite his infamous explosive attitude, he wants to make sure you know he’ll always be there for you.

Pairing: Reader x Bakugou Katsuki

Words: 2,880

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You felt like crap.

You stepped into your dorm room and fell face-first into your bedsheets with a groan, backpack dropping to the ground with arms stiff at your sides as you allowed yourself to just... lay there. You’d had bad days before, sure, but today was just exceptionally terrible. It had started off with you spilling hot tea on yourself during breakfast, successfully staining your school uniform when you were already late for class. It continued to fall downhill from there, up to the point where you ended up staying after school to escape your friend’s questioning over your quiet state, camping out in the corner of the library until the sun began to disappear. Just the memories of the day caused your eyes to prick with tears.

You only lifted your head up from your mattress a few moments later, when your air supply had begun to dwindle, just in time to hear a rough knock on your door. Another groan escaped your lips, and you closed your eyes to pull yourself together. Then you stood, plastering on a smile as you made your way to the closed door. Before opening it, you swiped your hand under your eyes, wiping away any stray tears that had managed to escape down your cheeks. You yanked open the door, mask still in place as you found yourself gazing straight into a pair of familiar ruby eyes.

“Katsuki! What’s up?” Your voice was full of false cheer, and while most would’ve fallen for the act, your boyfriend’s brows furrowed. His attention swept over you quickly but carefully, taking in your stained and wrinkled uniform to your reddened eyes and tensed shoulders. He pursed his lips.

He held out a hand for you to take, while the other burrowed itself into his pant pocket. “C’mon.” He said, voice low and gruff as he glanced away from you. You hesitated before ghosting your fingers over his, and you didn’t get a second chance to think about your decision as he grasped your hand and yanked you down the hallways and away from your bedroom, making sure your door closed before doing so. He held your hand tightly, not sparring a look over his shoulder to ensure you were still following close behind as he led you up a flight of stairs and to his bedroom. Your heart tightened, and nervously you gulped.

He shoved his door open with his free hand, pulling you inside and shutting it behind the two of you. He seemed awkward at first, freezing by the closed door as he looked at you with cheeks dusted pink. He was lucky you were patient, and you stared back at him with tired eyes and a blank expression. After a silent moment, he moved to his closet, facing away from you as he rummaged through its contents with a grumble. He was in his workout clothes, a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top, and a stain of sweat was still fresh on his back. You clasped your hands together, averting your eyes and instead staring down at your chipped nail polish with a grimace. You weren’t sure what he was doing, but you knew you weren’t ready to talk about your feelings from the day. Not yet, at least.

You didn’t hear him turn around and approach you, not until he gently grasped your chin in one hand to force your attention back to him. Your eyes had lingering tears, unshed but present nonetheless, and he sighed before taking your hand in his once more. He didn’t speak this time, but you easily noticed the towels and extra clothes that were tucked under his free arm.

He led you right where you assumed he would, to the showers on the first floor. The two of you stayed quiet for the entire time, not even trying to start a conversation. At the time, you preferred the silence versus any questioning, and your grip on Katsuki’s hand tightened slightly. It earned you a soft squeeze in return, and you noticed Katsuki’s hand was just a little sweaty.

He took both of you into the men’s shower room, turning the lock until it released a satisfying click before moving further into the room. The first thing he did was walk to the first shower and switched on the water, the noise being the only thing within the room. Other than that, it was quiet, meaning the two of you were the only ones in the shower room, and he set the spare clothes and towels on a nearby bench before finally turning his attention to you once more. “We’re taking a shower.” He didn’t leave room for argument, and he stepped forward to loop his arms around you to reach for the clasp of your skirt, easily unclipping the small hook before pulling the zipper down. He smelled faintly of burnt caramel, a scent you had gotten familiar with since dating the hot-headed boy, and you inhaled it softly. It calmed you, as if he were your own personal relaxation candle.

You let him undress you, hands abnormally gentle like before as he slowly discarded your clothes, leaving them in a rumpled pile on the floor. He let his hands drift and linger on your bare back, caressing the skin before unclipping your bra and letting it hit the floor. He pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek; not sexual, but instead full of a very un-Bakugou-like softness as he pulled himself away, allowing you to strip yourself of your remaining underwear and socks. While you finished undressing, he started on himself, moving more quickly than how he treated you as he left his clothes in the same heap as your dirty ones. The shower room was similar to the locker rooms used before and after training, except the curtains were replaced with hazy glass doors and the lockers were a quarter of the size; just large enough to hold the essentials of a bath. You watched Katsuki pull out a few bottles from his locker, shampoo and conditioner being a part of them, before leading you to the now-heated shower.

He moved to let you enter first, and you stepped into the welcoming hot water with a grateful sigh. Immediately your shoulders dropped, and you let the water stream down your spine as you stared at the spot just underneath the showerhead. You heard Katsuki follow close behind, closing the door quietly before coming up closer behind you; close enough that you thought you could feel the heat radiating from his body. His hands glided over your arms, still keeping silent as he let you have a moment, before his voice finally broke through. “Turn around.” Despite being alone, his voice was hushed, and now that you’d had some time to gather yourself and your thoughts, you turned to face your boyfriend. His hands left your skin, one of them moving instead to your face to gently caress your cheek. His eyes were unusually soft, lips still pressed into a tight line as he scanned your face. “I have your favorite shampoo. The one that smells like coconut and shit.”

At that comment, you finally allowed a real smile to bloom on your lips for the first time that day. It was small and weak, but still there. “Aw, aren’t you a sweetie?” You teased, and a darker blush covered the blonde’s cheeks as he glanced away, dropping his hand to his side. Already, you were beginning to feel better, and you moved to grab the body wash from the shelf Katsuki had set it on. “And my body wash, too? Didn’t know you liked smelling like blueberries, babe.”

“Shut it, idiot!” The familiar snarl made your grin only widen further, and you lathered the gel in your hands before swiping them across his chest. “Hey! Cut that shit out!” He yelled, but a mischievous spark glinted in his eyes, showing you his anger was fake. The smell of blueberries and vanilla flooded your sense, and soon the two of you were chatting comfortably, little tidbit comments being thrown back to one another as you cleaned yourself. “Let me wash your hair.” Bakugou interrupted when he saw the familiar bottle in your hand, and you hesitated before handing it to him. He seemed serious to do it, even making sure that there was enough of the shampoo in his hand before barking at you to turn around. He had never offered to wash your hair before, although the two of you showered together often enough. The feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp nearly made you moan, but you bit down the sound and instead leaned further into his touch, humming gently as he worked the shampoo into your (H/C) locks. He rinsed it out, as well, and repeated a similar process with the conditioner, pinching your cheek and playfully biting your shoulder just to hear your shrill giggles instead of the silence. He loved your laugh, not that he had the courage to say it to your face; fighting villains was one thing, but you were an entirely different kind of monster.

By the time you two had escaped from the shower, your spirits had been dramatically lifted. You dried yourself with the plush towel your boyfriend had brought for you, allowing your eyes to drink up the hard cut of his jaw down to his chiseled abdomen before yanking on the clothes he had brought; a pair of his own sweatpants and a black t-shirt with a skull adorning the front of it. He had grabbed himself a second pair of shorts, not easily as chilled as you, and a white shirt that clung appreciatively to his body.

You practically skipped back to his bedroom, momentarily forgetting about your horrible day as Katsuki followed close behind, dirty clothes already tossed inside of a laundry machine before the two of you made your way back upstairs. You couldn’t see it, but your boyfriend held a grin on his lips as he watched you joyfully bounce back to his room, eyes full of a light that had been missing for most of the day. He wanted to ask you about it, about the blankness of your face during school, but he kept his lips shut. He knew you’d tell him when you were ready. He could wait until then... Maybe. But patience was never one of his strong suits, unfortunately.

You bounded into his bedroom first, immediately diving into his sheets and snuggling into them. They smelled like Katsuki, a mix of caramel and the musk of a boy that made your head just a little dizzy. You loved it, and buried your face further into the bed to inhale it with a blinding grin. Meanwhile, Katsuki shut the door, leaning against it as he watched you cuddle into his sheets like a puppy laying on the bed for the first time. He couldn’t help but smile, and pushed himself off of the door to sit next to you, leaning his chin in the palm of his hand. “Hey, dumbass, you plan to take up the whole bed or what?”

“Why not? You can sleep on the floor, can’t you?”

He snorted, and unexpectedly stood up to instead wrap his arms around your waist and hoist you from the bed. You squealed, the movement unexpected, but the sound quickly dissolved into giggles as he took your spot instead, leaning on his back and turning you around so you laid on top of him. “There. Much better.” He said in a rough voice, and you snuggled into his neck, pressing a kiss to the tender flesh that hid there. He shivered at the feelings, arms tightening around you, and responded by placing a peck to your still-wet hair. “Alright, let me up. I’ve gotta piss.” You nipped at his shoulder lightly before moving off of him, rolling to the other side and watching as he made his way to the bathroom.

It wasn’t until he shut the door that you found yourself alone once more, and the thoughts and bad factors of earlier came rushing back to you. You frowned. No, you thought to yourself, hands tightening into fists. Stop it. Just enjoy the moment now, dummy. Your argument with yourself was short-lived, and Katsuki quickly joined you back on the bed. A plastic bag was in his hand, and you stared at it in confusion before saying the first thing that popped into your head, which was: “Holy hell, you can pee out snacks?”

A booming, unexpected laugh escaped from Bakugou, and he thrusted the bag into your lap. “No, dumbass. Had to hide them for you. Here.” The bag was full of your favorites, from chocolate candy to chips and frowned-upon sodas that Katsuki always complained about. Your smile was a bit more uneasy, but still present. You knew comfort food when you saw it. “Thanks, blasty.” You said, squeezing his cheek with one hand, which he swatted away with a mere grumble.

He grabbed his television remote, directing it to the blank screen that sat across from his bed. “You like Disney movies, right? With the frilly dresses and talking shit?” He seemed to be talking to himself versus you, and you let him mumble to himself more as he fiddled with the controller, until the familiar golden letters of Beauty and the Beast flashed across the TV screen. Your heart warmed, because this was your favorite movie since it had come out in 2017, and just the fact that Katuski had remembered that fact made you want to smother him in loving kisses. Jeez, this boy really knew how to make a girl feel better.

He forced you to scoot over, propping the two of you upright with the many pillows you liked to hide in his room for yourself. He tucked you beside him, arm hanging around your waist and a blanket draped over your bodies as he stared at the screen, watching as Emma Watson danced across the town. While you might’ve liked the movie, Katsuki couldn’t say he was as big of a fan. He did like the beast though, even if he did get kind of mushy towards the end.

The movie played for some time, and finally you tugged at the bottom of his shirt to gain his attention. “Hey... I’m sorry with how I was today. It was just a really shitty day, and-” You cut yourself off, taking in a deep breath as unexpected tears began to form. You thought you had been done with crying, but apparently not. “Wh-what I mean to say is-”

This time, it was your boyfriend who stopped your words, placing a hand over your mouth with his eyes fixated into a natural glare. “Don’t do that shit.” He started, and used his free hand to pause the movie before continuing. “Don’t ever apologize to me about how you’re feeling, alright? Talk to me about it, but you don’t need to apologize for being sad, baka.” You knew he said the name lovingly, not as an insult, and smiled despite the unshed tears. “You got that?” You nodded your head, and he grunted. “Alright. Good.” He finally removed his hand, instead using it to wipe at a stray tear that had escaped from the corner of your eye. “Hey, don’t cry, dumbass. C’mere.”

He opened his arms wider, accepting you as you fell face-first into his chest as the tears flowed more freely. His arms automatically tightened around your smaller frame, and you fit snugly in between his thighs like you were meant to be there. He didn’t speak, instead resorting to gently rubbing his calloused hands over your back until your cries had subsided into quiet sniffles. “Sorry for causing you an idiot. I didn’t know it was going to make you cry.” It was Katsuki’s own way of teasing, and while it wasn’t very funny, you smiled nonetheless.

“I love you.” You sighed, cuddling further into his brace. He didn’t stiffen up like the first time you had said the three words, instead tightening his hold on you and tilting your head up to his. His lips found yours, soft and warm, and he pulled away more quickly than you would’ve liked. “I love you too, idiot. And even though you’re a dumbass, you’re my dumbass. Don’t you forget it.” You giggled, wiggling enough to reach your arms up and around his neck, lifting yourself up his body and pressing for a longer kiss, one that sent tingles throughout your body.

“Thank you, by the way. For everything.” You didn’t miss the way his ears reddened, or how he averted his gaze from your own as the blush spread to his cheeks. “Any time, babe. Just talk to me next time you feel like shit, okay?” You nodded, moving from on top of him to take back your original spot at his side, and grabbing the unopened bag of candy that sat scattered beside you.

“Alright, are you going to play the movie again? This is, like, the best part.”

“Depends. Are you gonna give me one of those Kit Kats, or what?”

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downbytheouterbanks · 4 years

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Happy Place (Rafe x Reader) pt 2

a/n: Hi!! I just wanted to say thanks for the support for the first part of Happy Place I really didn’t think it was any good so it was incredible to me to see people enjoy it ((: Anyways, here’s part two, I had a totally different plan for the next part but then I got sunburnt like really bad and it gave me an idea (;

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The next few days blurred together, all you did was unpack and organize, never again did you want to have to breakdown cardboard boxes. You placed one final poster on your wall before stepping back and taking it all in, proud of your work and excited to show it off, you shoot Sarah a text telling her that your masterpiece is complete and that HGTV would be proud. As soon as your message switched from reading “delivered” to “read” your phone starts buzzing and Sarah’s face appears.

“She’s alive!!” Sarah screams at you through FaceTime, making you laugh. “Now that you’re done settling in, we should celebrate! How about this weekend, when my parents take Wheezie to her first official tour of UNC, we have a girl’s day? We can do our nails, hang by the pool, and catch up! Plus, I know someone who can hook us up with some White Claws. You can sleepover and it’ll be like the good old days!”

“Sounds like a plan! I can have my mom make her famous chocolate chip cookies for us to much on while you fill me in on all the island gossip.” You offer up as you plop onto your bed.

“I can’t say no to that! Now give me ten minutes and I’m coming over for a grand tour of your digs. Plus we gotta pick out cute swimsuits to take pics in because a girl’s day is not complete without a photo-op moment.” She says before blowing a kiss to you and hanging up.

It was Thursday when you had FaceTimed with Sarah and let your parents know that you would be spending the weekend with Sarah, and Saturday had finally rolled around. It was a classic hot and humid summer day in the Outer Banks so the walk to the Cameron’s house had you sweaty and ready for the pool.

You let yourself into the house, instantly stripping down to your swimsuit, you yell, “HONEY, I’M HOME!” as you make your way through the house out towards the pool. You were only expecting Sarah to be home, which feeds your shock as you strut through the kitchen only to be met with Rafe slouched against the counter, eating a bowl of cereal.

“Do you have to be so loud?” He says as he makes his way closer to you, giving you a better opportunity to take in his appearance, his sandy blond hair is disheveled and lays against his forehead, lacking the gelled-back structure it had last time you saw him. You don’t answer his question as your eyes shift down, taking in his tanned skin, exposed thanks to the overly-cut muscle tank he wore. He was about three feet away from you but his tall stature towered you, forcing you to look up to meet his eyes. A soft smile and a light blush grace his features as his eyes meet yours.

“I didn’t realize you were gonna be here.” You respond.

“Someone has got to make sure you and the princess don’t burn the house down,” he chuckles lightly and then takes in your appearance. You had ditched your t-shirt and shorts at the door, leaving you in just your (Y/F/C) bathing suit. Sarah had picked it for you to wear because she said “it is the perfect combination of scandalous and tasteful” she then added, “your insta DMs will thank me later”. Rafe’s eyes rake back up your body to meet yours, he raises his eyebrows in a manner of disbelief, “Did you walk here in just that?”

You retort, “I don’t know did you walk here in just that?”

“Yeah, I live here”

“Well, aren’t you a lucky boy.”

“Hey! Stop stealing her from me, this is a girl’s day!” Sarah exclaims as she makes her way into the kitchen. She grabs your hand and walks you out to the backyard, as she leads you out of the kitchen you raise your free hand and dramatically blow a kiss to Rafe, who responds by catching it and throwing it into the trash. You gasp and exclaim, “how rude!” before you are pulled out of his sight.

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After all afternoon out by the pool, Sarah and you make your way inside to shower and get ready for a no-shame Barbie movie marathon. Sarah lets you use the bathroom attached to her room while she goes and uses her parent’s bathroom. As soon as the water hits your back, your skin is set aflame. You mentally kick yourself for not putting on sunscreen as you finish showering as quickly as possible, desperate to relieve the pain you’re in.

Once you get out of the shower, you wipe the condensation off of the mirror and inspect the damage. You let out a sigh as you realize that the sunburn spans all over your back, out of your reach. You pick up your towel and dry yourself off, putting on your underwear and sweatpants, hesitating when you go to pick up your bra, deciding, eventually, to skip it and put on your oversized t-shirt. You look through Sarah’s medicine cabinet, finally locating your saving grace, a bottle of aloe vera. Stepping out of the bathroom you start heading in the direction of Ward and Rose’s room but stop once you realize you can still hear the water running, Sarah is still in the shower.

Desperate for relief from the burning of your skin, you let out a groan and turn towards Rafe’s room. You stop in front of his door and hear music softly playing as you knock, “Hey, Rafe?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Can… uh. Can I come in?” You ask and almost immediately the door opens, revealing Rafe.

“What can I do for you m’lady?” He says in what you could only assume to be an attempt at a British accept as he opens the door for you and he walks back into his room. “Is the favorite Cameron sibling no longer entertaining you?” And then he lets out an exasperated gasp as he falls back onto his bed over-dramatically exclaiming, “Am I your second choice?”

You approach the foot of the bed and stare down at him while he just lazily smiles up at you, “Well, if you want to be technical about it, since Wheezie is not here, and you’re the only other Cameron sibling, then you would be my last choice.”

He sits up slightly, “Ouchie,” he makes a pouty face and then points to his heart, “that hurt me, right here.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re so fragile. Can we stay focused, please? I am in PAIN. Can you please put some of this aloe vera on my back? I got burned really badly today.” You say as you toss the bottle onto the bed next to him.

“Yeah, sure. No-” and then his breath hitches in his throat and he gulps. You had turned your back to him and taken your shirt off, still grasping it in one of your hands. “No problem.” He manages to stutter out as he stands up behind you.

Not thinking much of it, you weren’t really covering yourself up, as Rafe was situated behind you but what you don’t notice is the mirror in the corner of his room. Rafe is busy squeezing out some of the gel into his hands, and then when he gently rubs his hands with the cooling gel onto your searing skin and you let out a soft moan of relief, his head snaps up, instinctively looking to the mirror to see you. And, boy, does he see you.

“JESUS, (Y/N/N)!” He breathes out, soothing touch leaving you back as his head snaps up, looking at the ceiling.

“What is your deal?”

“Can’t you cover yourself up a bit?! I saw you… A LOT of you in the mirror!” He says, and then your eyes widen, your arm that grasps your shirt coming up to grasp at your breasts, gaze shifting around the room to locate said mirror. When your gaze lands on the mirror, you admire the boy in the mirror, all red in the face and neck, head tilted up and away, a hand held up to shield his eyes. You turn around and using your free hand, reach up to lower his hand from his eyes, a sheepish smile adorning your features, your blush only slight in comparison to his.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to flash you.” You giggle softly and turn your back to face him again waiting for his healing touch to return.

“Yeah.. uh… it’s um. Yeah.” He mumbles out, as he returns to rubbing soothing circles on your back, avoiding your stare through the mirror.

“You know you don’t have to act like you’ve never seen someone’s boobs before, Rafe.” You both let out a laugh and his breath hits the newly soothed over skin, and a pleasured sigh escapes your lips at the sensation. Rafe’s gaze raises to meet yours in the mirror, his eyebrows raised.

“Sorry,” You clear your throat, “You just uh breathed on that spot and it uh felt… felt nice.”

Holding his stare with yours, he finishes spreading a layer of aloe over your burning skin. However, as his hand leaves your back, a mischievous look flashes across his features. Suddenly, he fans his breath all over the area he just dampened with his touch, goosebumps raising on the rest of your skin. He pops his head back up to meet your shocked face in the mirror. You quickly turn, ready to bolt from the room to re-evaluate your feelings, but your brain is clouded and your depth perception has never been your strong suit, you turn right into the very culprit of your flustered state.

Rafe goes to grasp your elbows and steady you, “Woah, there. You alright?” He chuckles, amused at the newly flushed state of your face.

“Yep, all good. Good. Good. GREAT. I’m gonna go. Now, and uh wait for Sarah in her room.” You let out, avoiding eye contact with the boy that has undoubtedly got your heart beating out of your throat. You struggle to wiggle your way back into your shirt without the tit-show, again. Suddenly, an extra pair of hands guide your shirt back on you, his hands pulling it down your torso, and then settling onto your hips. Your head slowly lifts and your arms lower back down and settle onto his chest. You both stay here, sharing a stare packed with confusion, curiosity, and longing.

Is it possible to feel absolutely paralyzed while also absolutely overrun by butterflies at the same time? You think to yourself.

“I feel the same way,” Rafe whispers. His response snaps you out of your daze.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I said that out loud.” You say as you detach yourself from the entrancing hold you were in, backing up a few steps. “Okay, well. As I said, I’m just gonna go wait in Sarah’s room.”

“Okay.” You back up more with his response, he looked confused and you mirrored him with the same confusion overtaking your features. Desperate to gather as much space from the source of your racing brain, you turn to the door.

As you’re walking out you rush out a “thanks for the hold. FUCK. Thanks for the help.” And with that, you are walking as fast as you can to Sarah’s room to sit and mentally unpack everything that just happened with her brother.

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Erik and Reader have a 16 year old daughter who starts being disrespectful towards them.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst.

Kayla Stevens was currently on FaceTime with one of her home girls from school gossiping about Spring Fling and who they were going to go with. It was way past her bed time, around 1:00 AM and Kayla’s mom and dad talked about her getting some rest since sleep was a must for the body. Plus, Kayla has multiple AP courses to prepare her for college since she wants to be a Physician Assistant like her mother. Kayla was dressed in a pair of Nike women’s pro shorts and a matching Nike sports bra with her curly full lace wig up in a bun and wrapped with a silk scarf. She laughed with her braces on full display, short nude nails bright in the camera light.

“Girl, Donte is like, all over me,” Kayla says while smacking her lips and sticking her tongue out, “He is so fione! I would give him all of me.”

“Donte is a hoe, Kayla. He’s cute and yeah he plays basketball like you but he is not the boy you need to be going for. He will cheat on you quick,” Trinny, Kayla’s friend says.

Kayla rolls her eyes, “But how do you know though? He asked me to Spring Fling. We could be crowned king and queen.”

“I mean, that’s up to you. Just don’t come crying to me about how much he hurt you.”

“Whatever, anywayssss,” Kayla rolls over on her back, “I’m trying to get my mom to take me shopping for a new dress but she talking about I have plenty of dresses and I don’t need no more. Ugh, she gets on my nerves with that shit.”

Trinny laughs, “My mom bought me some heels and a dress from Fashion Nova.”

“Bitch,” Kayla puts her middle finger up at Trinny, “She just get on my nerves! She found my report card and saw that I’m not doing good in AP Biology.”

“Damn, what did she say?”

“She saying she’s gonna take away some privileges if I keep messing up.” Kayla groans.

“You better get back on it then, girl. What did Mr. Erik say?” Trinny spoke sweetly.

“Girl, DONT say his name like that. That’s my father, Trinny, I don’t want to think about that shit.”

“He’s just so handsome! Let me find a dude like that!”

Ew, just...eww,” Kayla scrunched her face.

Knock knock

“Kayla, what the hell are you still doing up!”

It was her mother.

“Why are you still up?” Kayla asks with an attitude.

“Because this is my house and I can stay up whenever the hell I want. Don’t question me. Now open this door, what did me and your father tell you about locking doors?”

“UGH,” Kayla looks down at Trinny on her phone, “Girl, I’ll see you in school tomorrow morning.”

“You’re about to get your ass beat,” Trinny jokes.

Kayla hangs up on Trinny before climbing out of her bed and heading towards the door. Kayla unlocks it, letting out a frustrating sigh before opening the door. Y/N, Kayla’s mother was standing there in a pair of black silk pajamas, her silk pressed hair wrapped around and secured with pins.

“What did your father and I tell you about staying up too late on a school night?”

Kayla rolls her eyes, “Go to bed by 11-”

“Who are you rolling your eyes at, little girl? last time I checked you’re 16 years old. Still a child. Don’t disrespect me, Kayla. I don’t know where you’re learning this behavior from but it damn sure didn’t come from me.”

“You embarrassed me on the phone with Trinny-”

“Is Trinny my child? no. If you weren’t on the phone then maybe Trinny wouldn’t know about it, would she?”

Kayla began tapping her foot with frustration, eyes heavenward as if she wanted to speak her mind.

“Keep it up, watch. There will be no Spring Fling, no prom, and no birthday party. Don’t think I forgot about your grades.”

Kayla groans, “Ma, it’s just one class. That’s it.”

“So? you decided to take these AP courses your junior year and that’s exactly what you’re going to do and pass every single one.”

Kayla glared, kissing her teeth before turning to walk back into her room.

“Did I say we were finished? Kayla,” Y/N spoke with warning, “You know what, give me your phone-”

“Seriously?!!” Kayla looked distraught.

“Yeah, give me the goddamn phone. No phone privileges until the weekend-”

“DADDY!” Kayla called out for her father. Y/N places one hand on her hip, looking at Kayla up and down before abruptly snapping her fingers.

“HEY!” Y/N held her hand out, motioning with her manicured nails for Kayla to give her the phone, “Phone. Now.”

“What’s going on?”

Erik Stevens, Kayla’s father, Steps from out of the room rubbing his hands down his face since he was asleep. He wore a fitted white T-shirt with a pair of light grey sweatpants and his now much longer dreads wrapped up since he just got them done.

“Dad,” Kayla started speaking in that sweet voice that always got her what she wanted.

“Yeah, baby,” Erik glanced over at his wife, noticing the anger in her eyes before looking back at his daughter.

“Mom is trying to take my phone away. Can you please tell her that I need my phone and that I can’t go the next few days without it.”

“She’s going to give me that phone. Calling your father out here isn’t going to change my mind, Kayla. I don’t know what has gotten into you but this is going to stop.”

Erik lets out a sigh, “Kay, come on, give your mother the phone.”

Kayla felt like her father betrayed her. She was definitely a Daddy’s Girl. Kayla is Erik’s little princess. Anything she wanted, he would give her, even after her mother told him no. Y/N and Erik had multiple arguments about spoiling kayla and trying to break her out of always having her hand out. Y/N has been trying to get Kayla to volunteer at the Hospital she works at so that she can have first hand experience but Kayla never wants to do it. All Kayla is worried about is her phone and how she looks. She desperately wants to keep her popularity.

“This isn’t fair at all,” Kayla looked like she wanted to cry as her hand reached out in front of her. Y/N grabs the phone, tucking it in the pocket of her silk pajamas before folding her arms across her chest.

“You can have it back this weekend but right now, you don’t deserve it. You need to learn some respect-”

Okay, okay. It’s getting late. Kayla take your butt to bed, Y/N, let’s go. That includes no TV, Kay. Love you, goodnight.” Erik mentions with his arms out to separate Y/N from Kayla.

“Kay, we only want what’s best for you-”

“I hate this,” Kayla turns, storming inside her room and then slamming her door shut.

“Erik, I am two seconds away from going in that room,” Y/N closes her eyes, “What is going on with her?”

“I don’t know. I’ll talk to her about it tomorrow.

Y/N laid in bed with a mixture of sadness and anger in her eyes as she looked at Kayla’s contact numbers for Erik and herself.

“Erik! Come look at this!”

Erik went to their master bathroom to use it before going back to sleep. He entered the bedroom, slowly getting into bed next to his wife before glancing down to see that she was looking through Kayla’s phone.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“I paid for this phone, I have the right to see what my daughter has been up to. I want you too look at this.”

Erik sighs before grabbing the phone from Y/N. At first he stared at the phone nonchalantly but when he spotted what Y/N was referring to his eyes grew wide with anger.

“See? This is what I am worried about, Erik. I’m telling you, it’s that Trinny girl. She’s too grown and fast in the ass and she is trying to steer Kayla in the wrong direction.”

“Whore one, and Whore two.”

Erik was referring to the contact names that Kayla gave them both. Y/N was whore one and Erik was whore two.

“Oh hell nah,” Erik was pissed, “She ain’t getting this phone back until I say she can.”

“You’re still going to talk to her since you’re picking her up right?”

“Yeah,” Erik places Kayla’s phone on the night stand before turning off his lamp light, “And she wanted to go driving tomorrow too so she can get her license by prom, ain’t gon’ happen.”

Y/N didn’t turn off her lamp just yet as she stared down at her hands. She never imagined her little angel would be this disrespectful towards her. Y/N started seeing the signs when Kayla started hanging around Trinny. All the horrible things began to cross her mind. What if Kayla is having sex? What if she is sneaking out the house or inviting people over whenever Erik and herself go out for date night?

“Baby,” Erik takes his muscular arm, pulling Y/N close to him so they could cuddle. Y/N snuggled her bottom closer to Erik’s crotch, her hand coming down to interlock fingers with his hand. Erik reaches his head across to kiss her neck and then her cheek.

“It’s just a phase. You know we went through that shit too. Kayla is just growing up. Hormones, wanting to impress her friends, pressure from school. It’s all a competition.”

“You’re not worried, though? What if it’s something she’s out there doing and not telling us, Erik?”

“Like sex?” Erik questions, his mind filling with that unwanted thought.

“Yes. She talks about this Donte boy a lot-“

“Donte? I know it’s not the little nigga I see clowning around whenever I help out at the school with assist coaching.” Erik felt heat rise over his skin.

“It is. She has a little crush on that boy, Erik.”

“Fuck,” Erik presses his face into the back of Y/N’s neck, “Yeah, I’m gon’ have to have a serious talk with her tomorrow.”

—-

Kayla was upset that basketball practice was canceled for the girls since the boys have a game coming up within the next two days. Kayla contemplated staying behind to watch Donte play but she decided it would be best to wait for her father to come get her. Kayla was on her way out of the gymnasium with her duffel bag and basket ball when a sweaty Donte caught up with her when she was exiting the school.

“What’s going on, light skin?”

“Shut up, I’m not even that light,” Kayla bashfully smiles with her mouth full of braces, “What do you want, Donte? Aren’t you supposed to be practicing?”

Donte takes the collar of his Wildcats jersey to wipe sweat from his forehead, “I need some air. You know that gym smell like ass and feet.”

“That’s y’all,” Kayla jokes.

“Whatever, light skin. So, you don’t want to stick around so we can hoop later?” Donte licks his lips.

“Can’t, my Dad is on his way so,” Kayla looks away before shouldering her duffel bag.

“Damn, daddy got you on lock down?”

“NO.” Kayla says to her defense, “He just needs to take me practice driving. I’m trying to get my license before prom so I can drive there.”

“OH SHIT!” Donte brings a fist to his mouth, “Kay Kay gonna have a whip!”

“Yes,” Kayla flips the hair from her full lace curly wig from her shoulder, “It’s gonna be so bomb.”

“If you stop playing games and let me take you I can keep you company in that car.”

Kayla blushes, “What makes you think I want you in my car?”

“Because of that look you’re giving me.”

Kayla rolls her eyes, unable to fight a smile, “You get on my nerves.”

Beep Beep

Kayla turns, spotting her father in his Lamborghini truck.

“Shit, I gotta go.”

“Tell Mr. Erik I said hi. And think about what I said, light skin.”

Kayla smirks, “I’ll think about it.”

Donte gives Kayla one final look over before turning, jogging back into the school. Kayla walks down the front steps of the school trying her best to control the butterflies in her stomach and the smile that fought to show. She didn’t need her father to question anything. Kayla approached the car, walking around the passenger side.

“Daddy,” Kayla closes the door, “Why did you bring the truck? I thought we were gonna drive in the Mercedes? I don’t know how to drive this-“

“Hello to you too,” Erik looks over at Kyla with a smirk.

“Hey dad.”

Erik drives off while turning down the music.

“So, are we going to practice drive or nah?”

Erik makes a turn, “No. we need to talk.”

Kayla rolls her eyes into her head, “Talk about what?”

“About what’s been up with you. Why you’re talking back to your mother. Why you’re putting us in your contacts as Whore one and Whore two.”

“Oh my God,” Kayla felt her heart drop to her stomach, “Y’all went through my phone?”

“Kayla, that’s not the point-“

“That’s not cool at all. Y’all don’t trust me?”

“Kay, I’m talking.”

She huffs, “Fine.”

“Why do you call us that? Your whores? Like we’re your friends or some shit?”

Kayla has a permanent scowl on her face as she looks out the window.

“Kay, I asked you a question.”

“I don’t know,” Kayla spoke with a small voice.

The drive was pretty short, only about ten almost fifteen minutes. Erik didn’t nag Kayla on the ride over.

“Still don’t know?” Erik asks.

“Nope.”

“I’m not buying that,” Erik pulled up to their home, parking the car. He looked over at Kayla his eyes patient because rushing her wouldn’t help.

Kayla rolls her eyes with a groan, “It’s just a running joke. All my friends did it.”

“You find shit like that funny? Calling your parents who take care of you whores?”

“Dad,” Kayla looked away shamefully, “Look, I’m sorry, okay? How does mom feel-“

“You already know the answer to that question. Talk to me, Kay, what’s really going on with you?”

“Ugh,” Kayla hugs her basketball, “If you give me my phone back I’ll tell you.”

Erik gave her a look that made Kayla cower in her seat.

“There is really nothing to tell you, Dad. Maybe it’s a teenager thing, I don’t know.”

“I don’t give a fuck what thing it is, Kayla. Your mom and I are worried. This girl, Trinny, never met her but your mom tells me she’s a little...”

“How would she know that?” Kayla laughs trying to calm her anger, “Did she go snooping on Trinny too-“

“Kayla. That’s not the point. Stop running your mouth and listen.”

Kayla stopped talking.

“What about Donte?”

“Donte?” Kayla tried to fight a smile but Erik already saw it coming.

“Yeah, what’s going on with that? I know your getting older and you’re gonna have your little crushes and what not but...I’ve seen him, remember? I assist coach the boys basketball team. The things he talks about, his actions, I don’t like it, Kay.”

“He’s just a jokester, dad-“

“The reason I am saying this to you is because I’ve seen the way he acts when you aren’t around. That’s what guys do, Kay, they put on a front. He’s being all nice and flirty with you now but take it from your father, I’ve been there, I’ve done that. I don’t want my daughter getting involved with that type of situation. You need to focus on school, your youth, and playing ball. That’s all that matters. Niggas like Donte will bring you down, baby girl, trust me when I say that.”

Kayla sat listening. She always took her fathers advice but hearing him talk about Donte the way he did bothered her. Trinny talks about him that way too but Kayla never took it seriously. Hearing it from her dad felt different. It felt like she was making a bad decision.

“We love you, Kay. We have your best interest at heart. Not Trinny, and not Donte. Imagine if we weren’t in your life. My parents-your grandparents, they died before I could even understand what it meant to be a teenager. I had to learn all that shit on my own. Then, your mama and I had you at such a young age. We were still teenagers, Kay. If it wasn’t for her family, we wouldn’t have been able to take care of you. You gotta think about stuff like that.”

Kayla could feel her eyes welling up with tears. Taking the sleeve of her hoodie, Kayla wipes away at her wet eyes, her lower lip trembling like crazy.

“Kayla,” Erik leans forward in his seat to stare at his daughters face. Kayla turns away from him, sniffling a little bit while jerking her leg. Erik takes his hand to rub Kayla’s back, his jaw clenching so he wouldn’t become emotional. This brought back memories for him. When Y/N and Erik took Kayla to get her ears pierced at just one years of age, Erik teared up when Kayla began to scream-cry. He was ready to attack the woman who was piercing her ears. Y/N was the strong one.

“Kayla, Princess, look at me.”

“No,” Kayla says with a small voice.

“It’s just me and you.”

Kayla licks her dry lips before turning towards her father with puffy eyes and her face flushed.

“I love you. We love you. You know if you ever need to talk to us you can.”

“I know,” Kayla gave her father a weak smile, “I’ll try to communicate more.”

——-

Y/N had a busy day at work, arriving home around 8:30 PM to find Cajun spaghetti left out for her on the oven. The smells of the spices made her stomach rumble. Y/N washed her hands before grabbing a bowl to eat. With her bowl filled and a tall glass of water, Y/N takes a seat at their kitchen island. In the middle of twirling spaghetti around her fork, Y/N heard footsteps approaching. Kayla was standing timidly at the entrance of the kitchen. Y/N places her fork in her bowl before standing from her seat to greet her daughter.

“Hey, baby,” Y/N hugs Kayla before placing a kiss on her forehead, “How was school?”

“Good. I didn’t have practice today.”

“Why?”

“Guys have a game coming up so they needed the space.” Y/N shifted on her feet, “Um...mama...dad told me about you looking through my phone.”

Y/N tilted her head at Kayla, “He did? Hmm...yes, I did look through your phone and I did find the names. Whore one and Whore two?”

Kayla shamefully looks down at her feet.

“I also found something else that I didn’t run past your father. You remember the conversations at family reunion about how crazy your father used to be, right?”

Kayla’s head snapped up to look at her mother.

“Kayla, the half naked photos in your underwear and bra? Who do you plan on sending those photos to?”

“No one,” Kayla reassures her mother, “I just...I just take them.”

“At 16? No,” Y/N turns away.

Kayla grew frustrated, “Why are you even going through my phone anyway? That’s like an invasion of privacy-“

“Kayla,” Y/N spoke with warning.

“what if I did that to you? Instead of talking to me you do something like that. Ugh, why did you go through my phone-“

“Because I can!” Y/N turns back to her daughter with rage, “I can do that because I am worried about my daughter keeping secrets from me. Why is it that every time we talk you always give me attitude, huh?! When you talk with your father you never disrespect him!”

“You’re always riding my butt! When dad says I can do something you go against it. You tell him about Trinny and Donte, you embarrass me, you never let me speak my mind-“

“You really feel that way about me?” Y/N looked at Kayla with a hurt expression.

“Yeah,” Kayla shakes her head, “I can’t talk to you about anything without you yelling at me.”

“Okay,” Y/N lets out a shaky breath before taking her seat again.

“That’s it, mama? No go to bed, you’re punished?”

“No.” Y/N stared straight ahead at the wall, “Apparently you can’t talk to me. Your own mother. I’m not going to argue with my child. I know what’s best for you even if you don’t agree with what I say. Some day you will understand but until then, if you feel like talking to your father is easier, then talk to him. It breaks my heart to get into these disputes with you. It wasn’t always like this, Kay.”

“Kayla.”

Kayla turns to find Erik approaching the heated scene. He heard everything.

“Dad-“

“Go upstairs, I’ll be up in a minute.”

Kayla didn’t think twice as she walks past him and up the steps. Erik turns to look at his wife playing with her food, her head bent low.

“Baby. Just give her some time. She’s still not over the fact that you went through her phone.”

Y/N’s face scrunched up with anger, “Who’s side are you on? Did you hear the way she talks to me?”

“I did.” Erik spoke calmly.

“And you want me to give her time? See, when I was growing up,” Y/N’s hands shook, “My mama would pop my lips, make em’ nice and swollen to the point where I couldn’t feel them whenever I talked back to her. She would whip my ass with a thick leather belt. That’s how I was taught not to run my smart ass mouth. I swore I would never lay a finger on my child. When she talked to me the way she did last night, I wanted to hit her, Erik. For the first time, I wanted to hit my child. But, I know that if I hit her, it would only make things worse. She can’t keep talking to me like that. It’s been going on too many times, far too long.”

Y/N shook her head, pushing away her food, rising from her seat and walking past Erik. Erik grabs her hand, pulling her into his embrace. He trapped her in his arms so she wouldn’t go, squeezing her to let her know that she was okay and that he would always be there.

“What am I doing wrong?” Her voice shook, “Am I too strict? Do I not give her enough freedom? Does she hate me and love you?”

“Kayla loves you baby,” Erik looks down at Y/N, kissing her lips, “she loves you more than anything in the world.”

“It hasn’t been feeling like it lately. It feels like she’s disgusted with me. We never talk about anything. When I try to talk to her she isn’t engaged and then she walks away. Last night, she was telling Trinny that I get on her nerves. That hurt.”

Y/N slips from Erik’s arms, wiping her eyes.

“I don’t know what to do. I think I’m losing my daughter.”

“You’re not losing her, baby. Go upstairs, knock on her door, squeeze her. Tell her how you feel and maybe that will make her understand. She’ll open up to you, Y/N, I know she will. She didn’t open up to me today. I don’t want you to feel like she loves me more than you-“

“You’ve always been around, Erik. I’ve been in school, and now I’m working late and she hardly sees me. You’re involved with her school activities and I only go to parent-teacher night. She barely knows me.”

Erik couldn’t find the words to make her see reason.

“I’m going to bed,” Y/N grabs her work bag from the kitchen Island, not once looking at Erik as she leaves the kitchen. Erik frustratingly pulls at his dreads before walking towards the kitchen island to lean on it. He was deep in thought as the silence surrounded him. He felt like he was caught in the middle. On one end, he could understand where his wife was coming from. Kayla has been very rebellious and disrespectful. On the other hand, he felt that Kayla felt like her mother couldn’t communicate with her and Y/N looking through her phone made her want to keep anything from her mother. He truly didn’t know how to get both of them to come together. He could only hope that tomorrow would be a better day to try again.

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angelic-holland · 5 years

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New Girl, Old Feelings // th x fem!reader

requested: netflix and chill w/ Tom, friends to lovers

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: embarrassing loss of virginity stories, smut

A/N: small flashback in italics at the beginning!

It became almost a routine for you and Tom. He’d come back from filming and sleep for about a day, then you’d show up with a box of pizza and the pair of you would sit, typically with Tessa between you, and watch New Girl.

You actually became friends when he told you a fake name from New Girl while you were serving him coffee.

He didn’t like using his real one, knew that people might find out who he is and go crazy in Starbucks. So instead he smiled at you and said ‘Schmidt’. You grinned right back, “New Girl fan?”

And he was cute, and you loved a guy with good taste in tv so when he replied with, “big fan, sort of want to marathon it with somebody,” you flirted back.

“I’ve been meaning to watch it again too,” your eyes twinkled, daring him to respond, to invite you over.

He nodded, the same twinkle in his eyes before you wrote the name on his cup along with his drink order, casually writing your number below the fake name.

When he texted you the next day you were over the moon, but when you found out he was famous, you figured it was best for you two to be friends. It’s not like there was nothing there. You would flirt, he would take the bait and flirt back, but it was all playful, neither of you moving past the flirtatious friendship you found yourself in.

You were watching episode 23 of the second season, “Virgins”, each of the characters recounting funny, heartwarming stories of how they lost their virginity. Tessa was at his parents' house since he just got back from his press tour for Spiderman: Far From Home.

“So,” Tom nudges your shoulder.

“So,” you nudge back, feeling his stare on the side of your face.

“How’d you lose your virginity?”

You choked out a laugh, “you really wanna know?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“This is so god damn embarrassing,” you laugh, burying your face in your hands.

“Can’t be as bad as mine.”

“Okay, I was out with a guy, we had just saw Suicide Squad and we were making out in the front seat of his Jeep. And we, you know, did the deed, but honestly he wasn’t my cup of tea so I was just picturing Margot Robbie the entire time-,”

“Wait are you-,” Tom pauses, “cause I don’t care if you are I just thought-,”

“No, I’m not gay, I don’t prefer labels, guys are hot, women are hot, everyone’s hot.”

“Even me?”

“You know you’re hot.”

“True, come on there’s gotta be more to this story for it to be embarrassing.”

“And I apparently leaned my back against the horn for too long and the mall security guard caught us, his dick literally inside me, clothes still completely on, fucking in his car. Worst day of my life, by far,” you weren’t exactly embarrassed by what you were saying, because this was Tom and you told Tom everything, you were comfortable but the memory made your cheeks heat up.

“My dad caught me.”

“Oh I’m so glad you also got caught, that’s the fucking worst isn’t it?”

“He kicked the girl out too, literally in the middle of having sex he told her to put some clothes on and get out of his house.”

“Tom! Oh my god that’s the worst actually.”

“Might’ve had something to do with we were pissed drunk after prom but yeah, one of my many fails.”

“Many! Oh Tom, do tell.”

“No, no way, too embarrassing,” he laughs, hand moving to rest against your leg, it was a casual touch, his finger drawing gentle circles against it, you found out he enjoyed human touch, whether it was a head on a shoulder, hand on the thigh, and it was comfortable. You enjoyed the warmth his fingertips spread through your body.

You both turned to pay attention to the characters on the screen, Jess was pushing the elevator button and you knew what was coming next.

Nick sweeps Jess off her feet, his eyes trained on her lips. Out of instinct you lick your own and Tom’s fingers freeze on your thigh, breath caught in his throat.

“What are you doing?” Jess asks Nick as he guides her back to their apartment.

“Let’s not think about it,” Nick replies.

“Tom?” You turn your head to face him and he’s smiling at you as Nick and Jess kiss on screen.

“Let’s not think about it,” he whispers and his other hand moves to cup the back of your head, eyes staring at your lips before he pulls you towards him. Your eyes slip shut as you meet his lips with an excited shiver.

“Wait,” you pull away, hands smoothing down the front of his shirt, “I don’t, don’t want this to be, just this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to be mine,” You whisper, eyes searching his for an indication that he didn’t feel the same. That your New Girl rewatch was over, that you made things awkward by searching for more.

“Oh thank fuck, I’ve wanted to be yours since you wrote Schmidt on my coffee cup.”

You smirk before moving his lips back to yours with a tug on the front of his shirt.

His tongue meets yours and it’s excited as you run your hands under his shirt and sigh as your hands meet his warm stomach and chest.

His hands were more urgent than yours, like he would let go and you wouldn’t be there anymore.

They moved to grip your hips, your legs easily swinging over his to straddle his hips.

Your mouths never broke apart, slightly sloppy as you attempted to make up for a year of lost time with the press of his lips against yours, fingers driving you crazy as they run along the bare skin under your tank top. You could feel his cock hard underneath his sweatpants against your ass, your hips slowly grinding against his hips.

“You want this?” Tom asks, fingers playing with the edge of your shorts.

“Oh fuck yeah,” you laugh and he’s helping you pull his shirt off, yours is next and he takes a deep breath as your breasts, encased in a pretty purple fabric press against his bare chest.

“God,” he grunts before his hands work on unhooking your bra. You toss it to the side and his hands are back on you, gently cupping your breasts as his lips trail down your neck.

Your hands work on unbuttoning your shorts as he takes a nipple into his mouth, tongue soothing it after a cheeky bite.

“Tom,” you whimper, his arms make quick work holding your back and sides tight before flipping you over. You pull off your shorts, shoving them down your legs while his hands make quick work of tossing them off the rest of the way. The lace covering where he wanted to be was shiny and wet with your arousal and Tom grunted as he settles on the floor between your spread thighs, fingers working your panties down your legs. The sight of your pussy, aching and wanting leaves him breathless as he balls your panties up in one hand, the other is a comforting weight on your hip.

“Can I?” He asks, lips leaving heated kisses up your thighs, pausing right next to your pussy.

“Please,” you whisper and his eyes darken before his tongue darts out and explores your folds just like he explored your mouth before.

The sound of the theme song for the next episode and your quiet whimpers and moans filled the room as his lips wrapped around your clit.

“Tommy,” you cry out as he slips a finger into your heat, then another, you’re clenching around his as he crooks his fingers just right and the sound of that nickname falling from your full lips has him moaning around your clit, sending you hurtling towards a mindblowing orgasm.

Tom works you through it, fingers slowing to a stop as his lips move to lick through your folds, as his fingers pull out of you he sucks them into his mouth and the sight alone makes you whimper before he’s standing up.

“Where’re you going?” You manage to get out, chest rising up and down as you try to catch your breath.

“Condom, stay right there darling,” he grins before bouncing off to his room. He comes back shortly with a silver wrapper in his hands and you pull him back down to you, turning him so you can straddle his hips. It’s a little clumsy as your chin bumps into his head, struggling to turn but you both giggle and his soft eyes are making your heart melt as you help him pull his sweatpants off. There’s no barrier between you now, no unsaid words and flirty eyes. Just you and Tom, bare for each other. His hard cock is throbbing against his stomach as you kiss him, one of your hands move to stroke his cock, thumb swiping the precum off the head and using it to help your hand.

He groans into your mouth as his hands work to pull the condom out. You work in tandem to put the condom on and when you do his hands move to your ass, holding onto you as you lift yourself up, gripping his shoulders before slowly sinking down on his cock.

You pant against his lips when he’s fully seated inside of you.

“Fuck,” he moans your name as you start to move, his hands making sure your body is flush against his body.

No words really need to be exchanged other than whispers of each other’s name, your fingers leaving crescent marks in his shoulders as his press tightly against the skin of your hips, helping you move when the burning in your thighs slows you down.

You’re so close and Tom can feel you clench around him, his cock twitching in response.

His fingers find their way to your clit, you’re too caught up in the feeling of his wet lips against your jaw, sucking and marking you when his thumb rubs your clit, you’re coming with a cry of his name. One more push of your hips against his sends his head spinning and he’s coming with a grunt of your name as you relax against him.

“That was nice,” you mumble as he helps you off of him.

“Just nice?” A laugh and an eyebrow raise meets your sweaty face as you collapse back against the sofa.

“More like so mindblowing you sound like an idiot when you try to describe it.”

“Fair enough,” Tom smirks and you watch him turn and admire his butt while he takes the condom off, tossing it in the trash in the kitchen before disappearing to his bedroom.

He comes back with a washcloth and a T-shirt of his.

He settles back on the floor, using the washcloth to clean your soaked pussy and thighs.

“Here,” He says, helping you slip his shirt on, smiling as his fingers trace the mark he left on your jaw.

“Do I get to keep it?” You ask, tucking your legs underneath you while he starts to get dressed.

“Hmm,” he steps back as he pulls his sweatpants up and stares at you, hair crazy, bare legs, arms wrapped around them over his T-shirt, “I’ve always wanted to see you in my shirt and I love it.”

You smile softly as he leans down and kisses your lips. You never want him to pull back for air.

Before you can wrap your hands around his neck and pull him down for round two the front door to his apartment swings open and you hear Tessa’s excited bark.

“Hey Tom, y/n,” Harry’s voice rings out and you quickly throw the blanket over your bare legs.

You turn your head sheepishly as Tom attempts to grab your clothes, bra and panties still bright purple thrown on the ground.

“Oh shit, well about fucking time,” Harry laughs, leaning against the living room entrance, Tessa jumping up on the couch.

Tom waves off Harry who tells him to keep it in his pants when Tessa’s around before leaving.

As you and Tom settle back on the couch, your head in his lap, Tessa’s head resting on your stomach you start laughing hysterically.

“What?” Tom asks curiously as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“It’s fitting the first time with each other someone also catches us.”

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aghasexxy · 4 years

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BAD IDEA | PARK JINYOUNG pt. 1

Pairing: Reader x Park Jinyoung

Words: 1727

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Teasing/Foreplay

Summary: you get into a heated argument with your boyfriend of 3 years Im Jaebum. Afterwards, you go to confide in your best friend Jinyoung. One thing leads to another and, well, let’s just say that going to Jinyoung was a good idea. For all the wrong reasons.

I wipe my tears as I storm out of my home and out to my car. I try to catch my breath but I choke on my tears again. The front door swings open to reveal my very angry and very drunk boyfriend screaming at me to come back inside. “Oh here the fuck you go running away from the issue yet again,” he hiccups as he stumbles onto the patio. “Very classy y/n!” My blood boils and my head starts to spin. I look back towards the front door. “Fuck you JB! FUCK YOU!” I take in a shaky breath and get into the drivers side. I speed off down the street. In between sobs, I call to Siri. “C-call Jinyoung,” I demand as I rub my swollen eyes. “Calling Jinyoung,” she responds. My phone automatically connects to the Bluetooth in my car and my entire vehicle starts to ring. After the third ring, he answers the phone and I let out a relieved breath. “Yeah?,” he says groggily. “H-hey Jinyoung,” I squeeze my eyes shut as I try my best to keep my sobs at bay. “I-I need to c-come over right n-now.” He lets out an exhausted sigh. “The door is unlocked.” I let out a breath and continue down the street. I’m so incredibly grateful for Jinyoung. He’s JB’s bandmate and the only guy I’ve become best friends with. At times, I trust him more than I trust JB.

I pull into Jinyoung's driveway, wiping my tears away and replacing my sadness with anger. I lock my car door and storm inside. Closing the door behind me, I plop onto his couch face first. I scream into the pillow that softens my fall. “Nice to see you too y/n.” I look up and see Jinyoung in a black muscle tee and gray sweatpants. His hair is disheveled and he wipes the sleep from his eyes. I sigh. “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were sleeping.” He nods his head and gives a sarcastic grin. “Oh now you’re considerate of my time?” I sit up and scoot over so he can sit down next to me. I put my head on his shoulder and he sighs. “What happened this time?” I roll my eyes and inhale slowly. “I was on twitter and I saw a video going around of him out with Jackson and Bambam,” my eyes start to tear up again at the thought. Jinyoung shrugs. “And then?” I wipe my eyes. “And in the background, I saw him…,” I squeeze my eyes shut to stop the tears from falling. “I saw him kissing another girl and getting a lap dance from her,” my sobs became too powerful to hold back anymore and I just break down. I bury my face into Jinyoung's neck as he pulls me close to him. “I’m sorry y/n,” he starts to pet my head, calming me down second by second. “JB is an obnoxious drunk, especially when he goes out with Jackson and Bambam.” He pushes my hair behind my ear. I get up from the couch and start walking towards the kitchen. My hands meet the granite of the island as I try to calm myself down. “I don’t deserve this,” I say as I look at Jinyoung. “I give him my time, my patience, my understanding, my undying love and support,” I start to choke up again but I pull myself together. “but obviously it’s not enough for him.” Jinyoung gets up and comes over to me. He leans up against the counter next to me. “I’m sorry you feel like this Y/N.” He rubs my back slowly and softly as I try and pull myself together. “It has nothing to do with you. It’s him. Don’t blame yourself.” I smile and reach out to wrap my arms around Jinyoung neck. I pull him into me, his hands instinctively finding my waist. He hugs me tight, making me feel safe and secure. Jinyoung always knows what to do and say when I feel horrible. He never fails to comfort me when I need him. My mind stops wandering when I feel his hands hold onto my hips.

I pull back and look at him. His eyes are transfixed on me as if nothing else in the world exists. My heart starts to race. The way he’s touching me is insanely inappropriate, but I can’t help it. I love being touched by him. I move his hair out of his eyes so I can see them better. Resting my hands on his shoulders, ask him what's wrong. He snaps out of whatever trance he’s in. He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair. “Y/N…,” he looks back up at me. He scans my face with his big pretty brown eyes. “I'm sorry to do this but you need to go,” I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion and begin to speak when he shushes me. “Because I’m trying to be a good friend to both parties involved right now,” his hands slowly leave my hips. “If you don’t go, I’m going to do something I’m gonna regret later.” I raise an eyebrow and chuckle softly. “Yeah you’re right.” I start to lower my hands when he grabs them. I gasp and lock eyes with him. I swallow. “Jinyoung?” he wraps his arms around me again, pulling me close. My eyes widen and my palms get sweaty. Oh shit. I hate the way he’s looking at me because of how it’s making me feel in this moment. His face inches closer to mine and I lean back. “W-we shouldn’t…,” are the first words to come out of my mouth. He lifts his hand to my face. He cups my cheek while caressing my lips with his thumb. He looks at them, licking his lips. My stomach fills with butterflies and I’m unable to form a clear thought. “Yeah, you’re right,” he whispers, shooting his eyes back into mine.

I suck in a breath. He smirks, inching closer and closer until our lips meet for the very first time. I shut my eyes and the first thing I see are stars. Stars of every color. I see fireworks exploding and glitter falling down from the sky as bittersweet symphony plays quietly in the background. His lips are so incredibly perfect for mine. And just as it starts, it ends when his lips disappear. I open my eyes to see him just staring at me, smiling. “Did you just whimper?” He asks slyly. I cover my face in embarrassment, internally cursing myself. I feel his hands come up and peel my fingers from my face. “No no princess,” he kisses me again but with more confidence. He pushes his tongue into my mouth exploring every corner of it. I run my hands in his hair as I moan deeply into our heated kiss. I whimper again when he bites my lip and pulls away. “Don’t be shy baby,” he leans in, kissing the crevice of my neck. “If you like what I’m doing, make some noise for me, okay?” His hot breath tickles against my skin every time he whispers to me and I feel my knees growing weaker and weaker. God, this is so wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this with him. But I really really want to.

“I-I really d-don’t think we should b-be…,” he bites my shoulder and I yelp gripping his shoulders. “Jinyoung,” I whimper loudly. “Don’t do this to me please.” He kisses up my neck and stops at my ear. I shiver when he breathes into it. “Why Y/N?” He turns me around, my back against the granite. His lips make their way down my neck to my collar bones and between my breasts. My hands get lost in his hair as he leaves wet, sloppy kisses all over my chest. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I bite my lip to keep myself from becoming a moaning mess before him. I can’t believe I’m letting Jinyoung do this to me. His needy hands grab onto the hem of my shirt, pulling it down abruptly. I look down. His eyes are the size of saucers staring at my blue lace bra. He cups them both and gently squeezes. He moans to himself before kissing my breasts softly. My pussy starts to pound harder and harder with each passing second. He really does know how to tease a girl. How can someone be so gentle but so rough at the same time? I look down to see him looking up at me, smiling. “Your face is so red,” he snickers. I roll my eyes at him. “I wonder why.” He kneels before me, taking my pants to the floor along with him. His soft lips leave sweet, wet kisses across my thighs all the way down to my calves and feet. My breath stays caught in my throat as I watch him worship me, literally from head to toe. His hands make their way back up to my hips as he grips the hem of my panties. I stop him from pulling them down. He looks up at me, a worried expression on his face.

“What is it Y/N? Did I do something wrong?” I shake my head and avoid looking at him. I struggle to find my words. “N-no it’s just...well...JB...he...he never….um….,” I turn back to see Jinyoung’s grin slowly start to spread across his face. “Really?,” he says in a deep sexy tone that makes my knees turn to jello almost instantly. I nod slowly. Jinyoung kisses my left thigh once more. “Do you want me to?,” he asks, not breaking eye contact. I shiver at his intimidating gaze. The way he is looking at me in this moment has me at a complete loss for words. I’ve never seen such desire and want in a mans face before, let alone Jinyoung’s. I was so incredibly turned on that I didn’t know what to do. I bite my lip and nod my head. His hands grip my ass cheeks as he lifts me up off the floor and places me on the island. He kisses me with want and need before pulling away. “Good.”

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abcdefanfics · 4 years

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Heated quarantine

Summary: It has been weeks since you and the rest of the Avengers had been quarantined. You didn’t really mind, because you had your boyfriend Steve Rogers there with you. The rest of the Avenges weren’t too happy with that, because you just couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Bucky in particular couldn’t cope with that anymore after a while.

(I chose to describe Steve like the way he looked in Infinity War, because I’m totally digging the beard and damn that look should just come with a health warning.)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: smut, rough and unprotected sex, dom Steve, captain kink, punishment and more sinful things...

Words: 4.5 k

Since you had been in quarantine your life consisted mostly of reading, watching Netflix, training, doing puzzles and well... sex. You were dating Steve Rogers for over six months now and you guys always had a healthy sexlife, but with all this extra time you had even more sex than normally. I guess that’s just the fun of dating a supersoldier. Tonight you and Steve were planning to just watch a movie in the livingroom.

You were about halfway the movie when Steve casually placed his hand on your bare thigh. You already knew what this action would lead to and that you were not going to see the end of the movie you were watching. You kept looking at the tv just to annoy Steve, because you know how he acts when he doesn’t get what he wants right away. He slowly moved his hand higher up your thigh and you were hating yourself for only wearing one of Steves shirts.

You were still not giving in and a low growl escaped Steves mouth. After 15 minutes of you pretending to watch the movie and ignoring his hand on your thigh Steve suddenly grabbed your waist on both sides and lifted you unto his lap like you weigh nothing. He then started kissing your neck, while you moved your hands up and down his clothed body. He moved his lips from your neck to your lips and gently bit on your bottomlip. You grabbed his hair with both of your hands and licked his lips before he let your tongue enter his mouth. You started a battle for dominance, which he easily won. You started to grind on his lap and not much later you felt his very evident boner. Steve grabbed your ass and made his way to your panties. Seconds before he could rip your panties to pieces you heard a familiar voice screaming: “OMG, I fucking eat my breakfast on that couch.”

You lifted your head only to look directly into Bucky’s furious face and you felt your cheeks reddening. “I can live with the fact that I have to wear earplugs every night to bed to drain your sexnoises, but this? This is you guys crossing my line.” he shouted. Tony Stark and Peter Parker had also made their way to the livingroom to see what all that fuss was about. “What the fuck are you guys doing on MY couch?” Tony ranted. Peter just stood their being his awkward self not sure what to think about this situation. “Rogers just can’t keep it in his pants that’s what.” Bucky replied sarcastically.

Steve stayed his calm self in the situation and simply said: “Are you guys done? So (Y/N) and I can go upstairs and continue this.” He was already getting up and grabbed your hand ready to drag you to his room. “Oh hell no, I have a better idea.” Bucky said. “I bet you two can’t even go one day without jumping each other, so why don’t we start a little challenge.” “Now it’s getting interesting.What do you have in mind?” Tony asked. “If you guys manage to not have sex in the next two weeks you both are freed of all the chores. And if you don’t manage then the one who caved first needs to do all the laundry, cooking and cleaning alone.” Tony nodded agreeing. “That’s ridiculous, right (Y/N).” Steve said looking at you to back him up. “Well, actually I’m in for a little challenge. And you are just afraid that you’ll cave first.” You said daring. “Okay if that’s what you think than fine, we’re in.” he replied. “I’ll go get you some cleaning gloves and an apron then.” Peter said laughing.

The next morning you walked towards the kitchen and it was clear that the rest of the Avengers all had been informed about your challenge, while you heard voices coming out of the kitchen saying things like “never gonna make it” “two whole weeks” “not going to last three days”. Everybody immediately fell quiet when you entered the kitchen. “You guys can laugh all you want, but I won’t give in. I just want to see Steve doing our laundry and making us lasagne.” You spent a little time talking and laughing with your friends before they all left for their daily training.

You were cleaning up after yourself when suddenly Steve came into the kitchen with wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants that hang loosely around his waist. You gasped at the sight. “Like what you see now, darling.” Steve said with a smirk knowing very well what he was doing to you. There was just something about this look that made you weak in your knees. Seeing him standing there with his hair undone, that sexy beard, those broad shoulders and those damned abs. But no you were not giving in, not so easily. If Steve decided to play it like this then so were you.

Later that day you caught Steve and Bucky talking about their training and how they were planning to go to the gym inside the tower. This was your chance to give Steve a taste of his own medicine. You went to your room and opened your closet only to grab the most revealing pair of shorts you owned. You put the shorts on together with a low-cut sports bra and with wearing just that you made your way to the gym.

As soon as you entered the gym you were distracted for a second when you laid your eyes on Steve. He was all sweaty from his workout so his tight white t-shirt clung to his chest and his bulge was very present in the training shorts he was wearing. But you were a girl with a mission and that mission was seducing Captain America in having sex with you. So you got your shit together and walked into the gym very nonchalantly and making sure you swayed your hips a little extra as you approached the two boys. The sight of you made Steve growl inside. "Damn, (Y/N) you look hot.” Bucky said after he noticed you walking in. Steve gave him a death stare due to his words. Bucky innocently raised his hands. “Oh you guys don’t mind me, I’m just here to work out for a bit.” you said with a low voice.

It seemed as though Steve his eyes were glued on you while you were doing squats, burpees, jumping jacks and some yoga. The effect you had on Steve was exactly what you were hoping on. You had finished your workout and while you were exiting the gym you heard Bucky shouting: “(Y/N), before I forget. Tony is throwing a little residents only party tonight at eight, because he can’t go two weeks without an excuse to consume alcohol and wear something fancy.” “Typical Tony.” you laughed. “I’ll be there.” and with that you returned to your room to take a quick shower.

After looking through your closet for the past half an hour you still were clueless to what to wear to the party. You desperately grabbed your phone from your bed and you sent Natasha a text saying “fashion emergency, come over NOW!” Three minutes had past when your door flew open and Natasha made her way into your room. “I got your text, I came as fast as I could.” “Thanks Nat. I really need your help.” “Anytime, (Y/N). How can I help?” “Okay so Bucky just told me that Tony is throwing one of his formal parties tonight and I have literally nothing to wear. And I also really want to look my best for Steve, because I really want to win this challenge. So I figured I’d wear something to make him lose his mind so he would give in and...” you rambled. “Wow easy tiger.” Natasha laughed. “It doesn’t take much for Steve to lose his mind around you. No matter what you’re wearing he is always eyefucking you.” she said with a wink. “Nat, please. That’s not going to work now, since he is also a man of standards and morals he’s not going to cave that easily.” you answered with desperation evident in your voice. “I think I have the perfect dress for you somewhere stocked in my closet. I’ll be right back.” Natasha said as she practically ran back to her own room.

It had been 20 minutes and you started to get a little impatient, but you weren’t surprised it took her this long. You had seen Natasha’s closet and it was a mess. Hell the word mess doesn’t even cover the ravage that was Natasha’s closet. Not much later Natasha entered your room again and in her hands she helt the most beautiful and sexy dress you had ever seen in your life. It was a black, low-cut, backless, lacy evening dress. “Holy shit Nat, that dress is perfection. How come you never wear it?” “Bruce doesn’t really like it when I wear a dress like that in public. I think it looks better on you anyway.” “I can’t thank you enough.” you chant as you pulled her into a tight hug. “No problem (Y/N). What are you waiting for? Put that damn dress on!” she said half laughing half serious. You took the dress that Natasha handed over to you and disappeared into your bathroom.

The dress was even tighter than you expected and it hugged your curves in all the right ways. The fabric was looser around your legs and now you noticed the split that started halfway your thigh. At least you would be able to dance tonight. “What’s taking you so long, (Y/N)?” Natasha shouted from the other room. You opened the bathroomdoor and entered your bedroom. “Damn girl, you look amazing. Steve is never going to be able to resist you.” “You think?” you ask shyly. “I mean, isn’t it all just a bit... much?” “Go big or go home, (Y/N). Trust me on this one. Now, it’s been fun and all helping you out, but now I’m going to get dressed myself. See you later.” “See you tonight Nat!” After Natasha left you put on some make-up and picked a pair of black heels that went well with your dress.

After you were all ready you slowly made your way to the party. You looked on your phone and noticed that you were already half an hour late. You descended the stairs that led to place with the dancefloor and bar where Tony had all of his parties. Steve was standing next to the bar with Sam and Bucky. He was looking absolutely irresistible in his suit. The jacket was very tight around his bulging biceps and while all the other guys were wearing bowties he still wore a regular tie. He almost choked on his beer when his eyes landed on you. Sam couldn’t suppress a whistle and Bucky’s mouth fell open. Steve hit both of his friends for looking at you like that. You made your way to the bar, because there was no way that you were going to survive this night without some alcohol in your blood.

You grabbed a beer at the bar and walked towards Peter who was sitting on one of the couches all by himself. “Is this seat taken?” you jokingly said to Peter. Peter looked up at you and his eyes widened as he took in your form. He just kept staring at you. “Did you like lose your tongue our something?” you said with a giggle. “So-so-rry, (Y/N). I ju-just... I uhm... wow yo-you-u’re breathta-taking.” “Thanks Pete, you don’t look so bad yourself.” you said while touching his shoulder. Peter looked awkwardly around and then noticed a furious Steve walking up to them. “It was a pleasure talking to you, (Y/N), but I got to go now before Steve kills me.” he said as he took off.

You turned around to see your boyfriend marching into your direction and he didn’t seem too happy. “What the fuck is this?” Steve said strictly while pointing at your dress. “That’s what people call a dress.” you said with a voice dripping of sarcasm. “Talk to me like that again and I swear I’ll...” “You’ll what?” you interrupted him. “Spank me? Oh no wait you can’t. Well, unless you want to give in and let me win the challenge.” you said daring. “As much as I want to fuck you until the only word you know is my name, I’m not going to cave.” and with that Steve returned to the bar and ordered something stronger than a beer. Leaving you behind as the hot mess his words made you. Okay so he is not going to give in that easily you thought to yourself. So now it was time for plan b, which consisted of making Steve jealous. If there was one thing you had learned after dating Steve for over half a year it’s that he gets jealous easily. And whenever he is jealous he sure had his ways to let you know you were his and his only...

You looked around the room to see Thor sitting all alone at the bar. Your mind goes back to the time when you had just joined the Avengers and you initially crushed a little on the Asgardian demigod. Back then you had no idea that Steve liked you from the very beginning, but at that time you were more thinking about Thor who was still caught up with his ex Jane. It took you a little while to realise that Steve was perfect for you and since then the two of you had been inseparable. Little did you know that a piece of Steve was sometimes afraid that you would choose Thor after all and leave him. Ignorant of this you walked over to the bar and took place in the barstool next to him. “Hey stranger.’ you said to Thor while placing a hand on his broad shoulder. “Hey (Y/N), holy shit you look stunning.” he said while checking you out. You both conversed for a little while when suddenly Tony yells “Let’s do shots!”. “I thought you’d never ask!” you screamed back at him. You grabbed Thors hand and led him towards Tony who was holding a tray full of shots.

Thor and you both took three shots and feeling the liquor warming your body made you instantly way more courageous. “Let’s dance.” you said to Thor with a seductive voice as you dragged him to the dancefloor. Thor willingly followed you. Steve was looking at the both of you from across the room while he was dripping from jealousy and rage. Thor was a really good dancer and you were genuinely having a good time. Then all of a sudden a slow and romantic song was coming out of the speakers. Thor immediately pulled you close and your back is now pressed to his chest. His large hands on your hips as you both seductively moved to the slow beat.

Steve couldn’t handle it anymore and after he downed his whisky he marched up to you and grabbed your wrist. “Fine you win.” Steve said to you through gritted teeth. “I just need to fuck you so bad right now.” he added as he pulled you towards the elevator. Apparently you didn’t walk fast enough in your heels, because Steve lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder. After the two of you had disappeared Bucky started laughing. “They at least survived two whole days without sex.” “I hope Steve can cook, because the last thing I want is eating instant noodles and burned toast for the next two weeks.” Sam remarked.

Steve had put you to the ground inside the elevator and pinned you to the wall. “You think you are such a smart girl, now don’t you. To try to make me jealous. You’re going to regret that in the morning, because you’re not going to be able to walk nor sit properly.” he said darkly with lust-filled eyes. Your breathing hitched and you felt yourself getting wet solely of his words. You heard a ping and the elevator doors slid open. Steve grabbed you and ordered you to jump. You locked your legs around his waist and he grabbed your ass with both of his large hands. He carried you to his room like this and after he had closed the door behind him he pushed you unto it and he started to kiss you fiercely. Your tongues intertwined and you passionately kissed for what felt like hours.

Steve detached his mouth from yours and only now you noticed that you were almost out of breath. He started kissing down your neck and made sure to leave dark purple marks to show everyone you were his. His mouth trailed down your neck to your collarbone and on to the valley of your breasts. You grabbed his hair with both of your hands and tugged it, which causes Steve to moan against your skin. You tried to move your hips to get a little friction. This action made Steve stop kissing you. “You’re not going to move unless I tell you to. Understood?” he said. You nodded. “Use your words, darling.” he said strictly. “Yes, I understand Captain.” you replied and that last word came out before you knew it. You had never called Steve Captain before in the bedroom. You sometimes jokingly called him like that, but that was it. Steve’s look gave away that he was pleasantly surprised by you calling him Captain and that it turned him on even more. “Yes that’s it baby, call me Captain.” he growled.

He walked away from the door and put you down on the edge of his bed. He turned you around so he was now facing your back. His warm hands moved your (Y/H/C) hair over your shoulder and he started to kiss and suck on the skin between your shoulderblades as he slowly removed your dress from your body. You were now standing in front of him wearing nothing but your panties. You wondered why he was still being so nice and sensitive while he seemed rather furious the moment he dragged you from the dancefloor. As if Steve had read your thoughts he sat down on the bed and signalled that you had to lay across his lap. You already knew what was going to happen and couldn’t deny that it turned you on so badly. You obeyed him by laying down on his lap. Steve ripped the black lace panties off your body and you gasped. It took everything in you to not make some witty remark about how he should start to pay you for all the lingerie he tears apart. But you knew very well that this was not the time to get sarcastic or you wouldn’t be able to sit down for the next week.

“You know very well that the behaviour you showed these last days is unacceptable and therefore a punishment is in place.” he said strictly. “Yes it is, Captain.” you almost whispered. “I think five times will suffice. And that’s just me being a gentleman this time.” He slapped your ass once. “This one is for you distracting me from my training.” His hand hit you for the second time. “This one is for wearing that thing you call a dress.” His hand came down a third time. “This one is for being such a smart-ass all the time.” He smacked your ass again. “This one is for trying to make me jealous.” His hand landed on your skin for the fifth and last time. “The last one is for dancing with Thor when you damn well knew that should have been me.” Your ass was sore and red by the time he was done.

He lifted you up from his lap only to throw you back on his bed seconds after. He quickly removed his jacket and carelessly threw it somewhere on the floor. He then took off his tie and walked over to you, silky fabric in hand. He grabbed your wrists and moved them up so they were placed above your head. Your mouth fell open at the thought of Steve tying you to his bed. After he had tied you up and made sure you couldn’t break free he stood up from the bed again with a smug on his face. You were never the one to be submissive and that was probably why you never did bondage before, but right now you would do anything for Steve to fuck you. Steve purposely took ages to take off his shoes, socks and trousers, while you lay there exposed and helpless.

He got onto the bed and you were now lying under his large body. He started to kiss you again on your mouth, but before you could kiss him back his lips trailed over your cheek towards your neck and further down across your shoulder and collarbone. He then kissed your breasts before he took one of your nipples into his mouth. You moaned and wanted to grab his hair when you remembered you were roped up to the headboard. He then moved to your other nipple giving it the same attention. His mouth trailed further down to your stomach and he was now almost at the place you wanted him the most.

He was now kissing your inner-thigh, the touch of his beard tickling your sensitive skin and then he lightly licked over your clit, which almost made you scream out of frustration. He started to move his finger up and down your folds before he slowly pushed it inside of your pussy. You moaned at the sensation and he soon pushed another one of his digits inside and started to move them up and down faster. He also started licking your clit more feverishly and when he began to scissor his fingers inside you you were just a moaning mess. “Fuck, Captain.” you moaned. You now noticed he was drawing figurines with his tongue on your clit. It didn’t take you long to discover he was writing his full name C-A-P-T-A-I-N-S-T-E-V-E-R-O-G-E-R-S. When he arrived at the last S your body started to shake and you arched your back, but just seconds before you came Steve completely pulled away from you. “You did not think I was going to make you come that easily after all you put me through tonight, now did you?” he said cocky.

Steve knew that all you wanted was for him to fuck you and actually he didn’t want you to give what you wanted so badly, but he just had to fuck you. His dick was unbearably hard and he had never been this horny in his life. He had removed his boxers in under three seconds and without any warning he pounded into you, which made you scream out of pleasure and pain. Steve didn’t give you any time to adjust to his massive dick and started to thrust at full speed right away. You came within seconds, because you were still on edge after he denied your orgasm just minutes prior. Steve’s pace never slowed down and he placed both of his hands on either side of your body so he could even go faster. You wrapped your legs around his waist and this new angle did wonders for you. Your toes curled against his back and you came a second time with a loud and pornographic moan.

He moved his hands to your tied ones and quickly untied you. In no time he had flipped both of your bodies so you were sitting on top of him now. His dick never leaving your body. “The thought of you riding me had been on my mind these past few days. The way your tits bounce and the look on your face when you’re about to come just does it for me.” You smirked up at him while you started to move your hips. You placed both of your hands on his chest to support yourself so you could ride him faster. This action made Steve’s head fall back and a masculine moan left his mouth. Steve grabbed your hips roughly with his large hands, sure to leave bruises. The familiar knot was building in your stomach and a warm feeling spread inside your body. Your walls started to clench around his huge member and that feeling made Steve groan and bite his lip.

You kept riding him like your life depended on it and it did not took long before yet another orgasm washed over your body. “Yes that’s it, darling. Come over my dick.” Steve panted as you screamed it out in pleasure. Not soon after Steve’s hot come filled your pussy while a stream of swear words left his mouth and he pulled out of you after you had milked him completely.

You fell unto the bed next to him, because your body was drained of all its energy. He gave you a peck on your lips before he disappeared into his bathroom only to return with a wet washcloth to clean your bodies up. Steve came lying next to you and pulled you closer to him. “I hope I wasn’t too rough tonight?” he asked sweetly. You laughed because of how he went from dominant Cap to caring Steve in under 5 minutes. “You know it’s never too rough for me, right Steve.” you chuckle. “God, you’re so amazing.” Steve whispered into your ear. And with that both of you fell fast asleep, bodies still intertwined.

The next morning you woke up with a smile on your face and you carefully woke up Steve by kissing his lips. “Goodmorning, (Y/N).” he said huskily. “Last night was absolutely amazing.” you began to speak. “But you still need to like make breakfast for everyone.” you finished. Steve covered his face with his pillow. “Fuck, I almost forgot.” sounded his muffled words. You both got dressed and walked towards the kitchen only to find all the Avengers already there. “Finally you’re here, I’m starving.” Bucky said dramatically. “So you guys just expect we had sex last night? Based on what?” Steve tried to come out of his duties. “Oh, it was very obvious.” Natasha said while winking at you. “Not only did we assume when Steve carried you to the elevators...” Sam said. “You guys also kept us up for hours with all the noises you were making.” added Thor. “You guys really traumatised Peter for the rest of his life. The poor boy.” Tony said dramatically. You started to blush and looked at Peter who was even more quiet and absent than normal. “He’ll get over it.” Bucky said. “Now go make some pancakes for us, Steve.” he continued while giving Steve an apron.

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ackermancurse · 5 years

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im super excited to see ffh !!! on another note tho, (sorry for nsfw) imagine thighriding w peter. him holding your hips to control your movements..

AN: kinda got carried away and wrote a whole essay haha but this is my first time posting smut on my blog so please give me feedback! i’d love to improve

Warnings: swearing, 18+ Peter Parker, SMUT!!!

When Peter and you decided to finally get an apartment together with the help of your families you were excited, possibly a little too excited. The two of you always had to plan when you guys could have sex since your dorm rooms weren’t the most ideal place. It especially became less ideal after Peter’s roommate caught you guys fully going at it on top of the covers, not your brightest moment. So to say you were ready to have sex without worrying about someone random barging in was an understatement.

The past week was very busy for Peter that his routine became unbearable for you, it was your first week alone together after all. Peter got home from lectures, worked on assignments, went to study groups, and then came home late at night too tired to do anything.

Watching him walk around in his grey sweatpants and tight t-shirt was absolutely unbearable for you. After he left to his study groups it was like clockwork trying to get yourself off using any and all methods to relieve some of the sexual frustration.

Tonight you decided that you were finally over trying to get off at imagining Peter do stuff to you that you needed to take things into your own hands.

You decided to wear Peter’s red t-shirt that he absolutely went crazy about whenever you wore it, it was like a seduction technique you had. You opted to wear black lace underwear underneath, again Peter’s favorite pair, and no bra. You knew that this was going to finally give you both the action you craved.

Peter’s face was illuminated by his laptop screen as he was typing away for an essay at the kitchen table and of course he was wearing those grey sweatpants that made you tighten your legs together.

You make your way into the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water, reaching for the glass on the third shelf.

It was of course to high so the shirt you were wearing lifted and revealed your underwear. The tapping on the keyboard went to a very slow pace at this change of events and you smirked to yourself, Peter was definitely looking.

After trying to grab the glass you sigh and turn to face Peter. Once you turn he instantly types away again, “Peter can you help me grab this cup please?”

He stops.

“Uh yeah sure,” he coughs and his hand taps lightly against the table before standing up and making his way towards you. He was hard and you could see it through his sweats. Your underwear was damp at the sight knowing you only got him hard with what you were wearing.

He grabs the glass and hands it to you, making direct eye contact and you notice the dark lust filled pupils.

“Thank you babe, sorry to interrupt you,” you pout and Peter’s eyes wander down your body.

He clears his throat again.

“Don’t worry about it. Anything for my girl,” he places a hand on your hip and drags you close giving you a kiss. You bite down on his bottom lip and he moans quietly, using one of his turn ons against him.

You poured yourself water and drank it at the counter watching him type away feeling your underwear getting more and more damp by the second. His concentration was killing you.

Setting the glass in the sink you sway over to Peter and standing behind him you wrap your arms around his chest. Peter turns his head to look at you and you place a peck on his lips. He looks back to the screen and types more. You begin leaving kisses along his jaw and his hands shake as they try to concentrate on typing. Once you got to his neck he slightly tilted it and you leave wet kisses, another moan escaping his lips. You stop.

“I’m not tired yet can I sit on your lap and watch you write until I get sleepy?” you innocently ask your boyfriend.

He hesitates, “Mhmmm.” Peter knew that if he tried to speak his voice would sound too needy. He knew that he hadn’t spent as much time with you as he had hoped. He knew that you were both sexually frustrated out of your minds. He knew that once you sat down on his lap that you guys would eventually get to rip your clothes off and have the sex you both desperatley needed.

You sit with your back facing Peter and try to find a comfortable position. Grinding your hips ever so slightly and feeling Peter’s hard on underneath you. You droop your left arm around Peter’s neck and watch him type away once again.

The veins on his hands were poking out, a sign that he was getting close to losing it.

That’s when you swing your legs to face him and run your fingers through his hair. His eyes close and you hear his breath tremble at your touch.

You slowly start to move your hips along his thigh and moan out at the friction. Peter shuts his laptop and pushes it further towards the center of the table. Your arms wrap around Peter’s neck as his head tilts back in pleasure.

His hands find your hips and help guide them to help your movements. They were extremely tight and you knew that you would have bruises in the morning.

Grazing his cock every once in awhile with your core Peter would let out the loudest groans you’ve heard.

Feeling the pit in your stomach that you have been wanting forever your movements become rapid and you are biting down on your lip.

You let go of the tightness and pant hastily soon feeling Peter release in his sweats as he sighs in content.

“Fuck we needed that,” Peter mumbles as he kisses you passionately.

You stare into his eyes and nod, “Hell yeah we did.”

“Now I don’t know about you but I could go for another round,” Peter pants and two of you rush to take off your clothes.

When you get off of Peter’s lap you notice the wet spot on his light grey sweats and feel yourself getting hot. Peter drops his sweats and you notice another hard on in his boxers.

You lift the red shirt and Peter stares at your bare breasts, your nipples hard from the cold air. You sit on the kitchen table and slowly pull down your black lace underwear while watching Peter pump himself in his hand.

Right as you pull the last bit of your underwear off your leg Peter latched his lips onto yours.

He kissed along your jaw down to your neck and landed on your breasts. He twirled one of your nipples in between his fingers while he sucked dark purple marks on your other breast.

You moan out and he places more kisses until he is face to face with your core.

Peter’s index finger slightly grazes your clit and you whimper, “Wet already?”

“Please Peter I-I need you,” you stammer as you feel Peter’s hot breath against your core. You felt your back arching off the table and you tried bucking your hips towards him.

“As you wish,” his hands pushed your hips down and his the tip of his tongue enters your core.

He licks rapidly and you were a moaning mess.

“God Peter just like that,” you say and your hands shoot down to his hair, tugging him closer.

Peter felt himself grow harder at how much you needed him and how he knew that only he could make you feel this way.

Your thighs wrap around Peter’s head as he continued to lick your clit wildly. Then he caught you by surprise by entering a finger.

“You look so pretty baby girl. So so pretty enjoying my tongue and finger,” Peter says before licking your clit again.

This was it. You started seeing stars.

“I bet you tried pleasing yourself but nothing compared to me huh?” Peter questioned as he entered one more finger and began moving faster.

“Oh god yes. N-Nothing c-compares to you. I needed you s-so bad,” you cry out as you feel your legs shake and the tightness in your stomach becomes unbearable.

“Now princess I want you to let go, let go all in my mouth. I want to taste you,” Peter latches his lips once more to your core and with a loud moan you release.

He slurps up all your juices and uses his fingers to clean the corner of his mouth, licking every bit.

He grazes his finger to your core and you wince. He brings it up to your mouth, “Suck.”

You oblige and suck his finger, tasting yourself.

Peter’s hand goes back down to his member and he pumps himself at the sight of you. Panting and sweaty all because of him.

He sits back down in the chair and continues to stroke his member, moaning quietly.

When you finally catch your breath you push yourself off the table and kneel on the floor in front of Peter’s cock.

Your hand replaces his own and Peter’s head falls back.

You let your tongue swirl the tip in your mouth and Peter whimpers.

Without warning you sink your mouth down all over Peter’s cock, “Fuck.”

Staring up at Peter his eyes are shut forcefully and his lips are slightly parted. You moan against Peter when you feel him hit the back of your throat and his hands grab a fistfull of your hair. He forces his eyes open and he looks at you staring back at him.

“God baby you’re d-doing so good. Do you like my cock? Did you miss me face fucking you?” At the last comment he bucks his hips upwards and you feel tears well in your eyes.

You felt another tightness in your stomach again. You were getting off for the third time and it was just because Peter was moaning because of you.

Peter’s cock twitched in your mouth and you were ready to taste him after such a long time.

Your head was yanked off of his member and you gasp, “Sorry love as much as I want to cum in your mouth I’d rather cum inside you…. You’re still on the pill right?” You nod and he smirks.

He helps you stand up and you hover over his erect member. You feel the tip enter your core slowly and you both let out sighs in pleasure. That’s when Peter grabs a hold of your hips and slams into you, bucking his hips.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as you bounced on Peter’s cock. Your breasts bounce in front of Peter and he flicks his tongue against one of your nipples.

You moan out, “Shit I missed this.”

“Tell me about it. S-so many times I wanted to fuck your brains out when I g-got home,” Peter stammered and your hand fell to your clit moving back and forth rapidly.

Peter speeds up his thrusts and you were screaming his name, letting profanities fall out of your lips.

You feel Peter twitch inside you and the tightness in your stomach was almost about to be set free.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you say as you look into Peter’s eyes, resting your forehead against his.

“Fuck… I am too. C’mon baby cum for me,” Peter groans as he looks deeply into your eyes. You feel yourself clench around him and let your juices fall out. You pant and Peter chokes on his breath when he cums inside you. Both of your eyes were closed as try to catch your breath.

You kiss Peter and open your eyes. He smiles a sloppy grin at you as you push his hair away from his face. He leans your forehead down and presses a small kiss.

As you stand up off of Peter, your legs tremble as you walk to retrieve the red shirt that was thrown on the ground.

You throw the shirt back on and put your hair in a messy bun, “You are so beautiful.” You turn and see Peter smiling at you, now fully clothed.

Walking over to the fridge you grab 2 gatorades you had bought earlier that day. You hand Peter a blue one while you take the red one. You sit back on his lap and the two of you drink in silence.

“Well I’ll leave you to finish this essay,” you give him a kiss and head to your shared bedroom. You uncover the bed and lay peacefully with the lights off.

A few minutes later you hear shuffling in your room and the bed sinks next to you. Peter’s face was inches from yours and you look confused, “What about your essay?”

He chuckles, “Yeah about that… If you were paying attention to the screen I wasn’t writing anything. Just a bunch of random words.”

You laugh and place a kiss on his lips, “I love you.”

His thumb softly rubs against your cheek, “I love you too.”

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stanbillyhargrove · 4 years

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Ghosts Chp 2

Billy x Katrina

A/N: this is a multi chapter series that will contain smut, angst, fluff, substance abuse

Katrina's POV

Billy's memories when I first touched him in my apartment were intoxicating. The smell of salt water lingering on my skin after swimming, the warmth of sun that threatened to scald skin. I wanted more of that, to sit all night and trail my hand along his skin and keep soaking in the warmth that I so desperately craved.

Elle had been showing up more and more, even though I wanted her to leave. Sitting on the counter while I cooked, trying to bury her nose in my hair while I showered. It didn't matter how many times I cried and begged for her to leave me alone. How many times I said it wasn't fair to keep seeing her.

I was rushing out of my apartment after seeing Elle again when I smacked into Billy's chest. I instantly felt the fear of a child listening to their parents yelling and the need to protect someone. Then, when he looked down at me it changed and I saw faceless bodies twisting with mine, tasted their sweat and the sweet burn of alcohol. I hurried away from him, went to a bar and didn't come back until after my shift the next day. Spent the night with a boy who offered me a pill and wanted to take me home, another boy who's memories were flooded with sweaty bodies that whined and moaned. I didn't see Elle anymore that night, not after I took the pill, I didn't see anyone that I shouldn't. The emptiness where they usually had been was sort of peaceful but as soon as the drugs wore off as I slept in my bed Elle was right there again.

"What do you want?" I hissed at her, "you're not real."

"Oh, Katie, if I'm not real why can you feel me?" She asked, dragging her hand along my waist.

The smell of my shampoo and a sweet morning kiss filled my thoughts.

"Ellie," I whimpered, "I'm dreaming."

Her hand trailed down to dip between my thighs, making me whine with her teasing.

I was thoroughly aroused when she whispered, "tell golden boy not to make toast."

I saw smoke pour out of a door and smelled the acidic stench of burnt bread and woke with a start, still feeling the cool touch of Elle's hand on me even though she had vanished. Quickly sent Billy a text even though it was four in the morning.

- Don't burn the toast.

I dipped my hand under my pajama shorts, felt the wetness that had begun to pool there and spread it around with a soft sigh. Reached over to grab a vibrator from the bottom drawer of my bedside table, turned it on and pressed it against my clit. Bit my lip to muffle any sounds as I gave myself up to the feeling. Came with a quiet groan and then sank back into my bed to go back to sleep.

I woke up a few hours later to the sound of a fire alarm. I jumped out of my bed, pulled on my leather jacket and stepped out into the hall of the building. The door to Billy's apartment was open, a little trail of smoke streaming out from it. Waving the smoke away, I walked up to his door and saw him by an open window in his living room trying to fan the smoke outside. He was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, his upper body bare and flexing as he tried to wave the smoke out the window.

"Hey neighbor, what happened?"

His head whipped around to look at me, "burnt my fucking breakfast, thank you very much."

I held my hands up as I leaned against the door, "hey now, don't get mad at me, I was sleeping."

"I was trying to figure out your stupid text and then," he swept his hand out towards the kitchen.

I looked over at the blackened bread sticking out of the toaster, the dry eggs stuck to the bottom of a pan and whispered, "holy shit."

I can tell the future? No, no way, it's just a coincidence.

"Yeah, holy shit," he grumbled, stepping away from the window now that the air had cleared a bit.

"You know toasters have timers on them right?"

He gave me a withering look as he walked back to his kitchen to throw his breakfast in the trash, "shut up."

I closed the door behind me as I stepped into his apartment, "do you work today?"

Billy shook his head, "nah, just gunna hit the gym and hang out."

"Well why don't I make you breakfast? Or we could go get something? Since I apparently made you wreck your first one," I smirked, trying to hold in my laugh.

"Sure," he grumbled, "what cha got?"

"I make amazing french toast and I have sausages," I offered.

"Sounds great," I watched his eyes rake up and down my body, taking in my barely there pajamas, "nice shorts."

I gave him a pointed look, "you are no more dressed than I am."

He scratched at his bare abs, a grin on his face, "least I have pants on," he joked, plucking a shirt off his couch before following me out.

I passed a plate to Billy, who was sitting on my kitchen counter, looking around at my apartment. Piled high on his plate was french toast, made just the way Elle taught me with just a hint of orange for brightness.

"Your place is..." he started.

I cocked an eyebrow at him, taking a bite of my french toast as I waited for him to choose his words.

"Chaotic?"

I looked around at all the plants I'd collected since I moved in. They were everywhere, filling windowsills, shelves and a couple tables. I loved the comfort of them, like I was living in a tropical jungle, but in truth it wasn't me who wanted them all. It was the blonde woman, Olivia. She'd point out neglected plants in the store all the time, telling me that it needed to be brought home and loved, she always knew exactly what they needed. And who am I to argue? So they always came home and flourished under our care.

"I like plants," I explained.

A wistful smiled stretched across his face and I grazed my hand up his arm so I could see what was going through his mind. The giggles of a young boy hiding among plants, the smell of the flowers around me, a womans voice pretending she didn't know where her son had gone.

"Growing up my mom always had a garden outside, used to spend hours out there."

"So what makes this chaotic?"

His smile faltered as he looked down to his plate, "just been a long time, and she never had them inside."

I pulled my hand away from him when I heard a man shouting in my head. We made some light small talk as we ate our breakfast until Billy put his empty plate down and jumped off the counter.

"Well..I should get ready to hit the gym, gotta meet Steve before he goes to work. Thanks for breakfast."

Olivia appeared just behind his shoulder, her long fingers brushing through his hair, "so pretty," she cooed, "have one, sweet boy."

I watched Billy, expecting a reaction but he didn't move, he couldn't feel her there. Of course he couldn't, I'm hallucinating.

"Do you want one?" I blurted out, "a plant?"

He looked confused for a moment, "what?"

"A plant, do you want one? Little neighborly present?"

He squinted at me before slowly nodding, "sure?"

Olivia beamed, slowly walked to one of my windows and pointed at a cactus with a little yellow flower on the top. I went over, grabbed it and offered it to Billy.

"How about this one? It's really easy to take care of, just put it in a warm window and give it a little bit of water every now and again."

He regarded me softly, reached out and took the little plant from me, "thanks."

-- 2 weeks later

"Jesus, Elle, what are you doing?"

It's late at night again, I think Elle likes me being sleep deprived since she usually shows up when I should be sleeping. Right now, she was stretched out across my bed, only in a grey bra and panties. The black bruise on her chest was a stark contrast against her skin.

"Come to bed, Baby," she urged, her hand trailing down her chest.

I huffed, running my hand over my face, "why am I hallucinating this?"

She got up and stepped in front of me, grabbed my hand to place it on her icy hip, "I'm real, Katie."

"No!" I yelled, backing away from her, "you're not! You're dead and I'm...I'm fucking crazy and torturing myself!"

I stepped out of her reach, not listening to her calls as I stormed out of my apartment. Instead, I went to a club and found a pretty girl with drugs who took me home with her. We tangled in her bed, moaning and high for two days until her boyfriend called. He was on his way home and I had to hurry to gather my stuff and stumble back to my apartment.

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