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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Your Favorite — Part 3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: As the summer comes to a close, Spencer and Y/N start feeling a shift in their relationship. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, thigh riding, exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, breeding kink, one line of daddy kink, Word Count: 4.3k exactly, love how that turned out lol

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NOTE: Thank you all for sticking with me through this long wait, I feel so bad for having to keep putting it off. But I’m very proud of where this ended up, and I’m so glad you’ve all been so excited about it! I had so much fun writing this story, so again, thank you very much for reading and indulging me in this weird fantasy lolol ❤ Love you guys! And, as always, thank you to the lovely Em ( @boldlyvoid ) for being my beta for this series! Your feedback and support has been a big help from the start, ILY

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AUGUST 12th

"I don't wanna hear a single word, understand?"

Not like I have a choice; As soon as the harsh whisper leaves Spencer's mouth, his hand is covering my own and my back is being pressed up against the wall of the storage closet.

But that's all he does. I wait for him to make a move, but instead he insists on being a tease.

"What? You've been trying to get my attention all night, and now that you have it, you're not gonna do anything with it?"

"I want you to do it for me," I mumble into his hand.

He shoves me harder into the wall and slots his knee in between my legs, spreading them apart and making me sigh.

"You wanted it so bad... So take it..."

Watching the amusement dance through his features as I grind down on his leg and whine into his mouth only excites me more, right next to the knowledge that downstairs the house is congested with people visiting to celebrate my mom's new promotion at work.

Needless to say, it doesn't take me very long to start feeling my stomach tense. My hips are wild as they roll over his leg, whines spewing from my mouth and into his hand. I look up into his eyes, doing my best to show him how much I could never grow tired of this, and he returns the favor by lifting his leg higher and giving me more friction.

In no time at all, I'm shuddering against him, feeling his hand press harder into my mouth to muffle the high-pitched whines that I can't help but expel.

"Nice and quick... Good girl..." Spencer muses, slowly peeling himself away from me. "You're really looking forward to being spoiled later, aren't you..."

The grin that spreads over my face is unwavering. "Definitely. Knowing Mom, she'll be passed out cold in like an hour."

I know I'm the one who brought her up, but it still stings a little when Spencer smiles fondly. "Yeah, she's a lightweight alright... You sure you can handle all this time without me until then?"

Despite the butterflies I get when he says it, mischievous and downright delectable, his hands reach out to grab my waist and pull me closer to him, I roll my eyes. "You underestimate me."

He studies my face for a moment, a pretty smile flashing before me in the dim light before he kisses my cheek. "Sure."

And when he leaves, I wait.

Minutes later, my skin still burns from his touch.

———

The moment my eyes open the next morning, it all comes back in flashes.

His lips are on my skin, travelling lower and lower...

His hands trail all over my body, featherlight in a way that leaves me with goosebumps.

His tongue starts slow, taking its time to taste me and savor every precious second.

His voice is like the sweetest prayer, whispering praises that leave my head dizzy and my heart pounding.

His lips languidly open and close around the most sensitive parts of my body, in tandem with that sweet, magnificent tongue as each action pulls sighs from the very depths of my soul.

His hands reach up and tangle with mine as he makes me come on his tongue, over and over again until I'm practically numb and the lull of sleep drags me under.

His hands now ghost over my bare skin, along my sides and down to my waist. I hum happily and push back against him when I feel it.

He's hard.

"How long before you think she wakes up?" he whispers in my ear.

"Not long... Maybe we... shouldn't risk i—"

The words fall off a cliff, never to be seen again when he slowly enters me, gripping my leg and forcing it over his own. "I'll be quick."

I can tell, though, that he doesn't want to be. It's present in the way he enters me, over and over with motions that feel rather stunted and definitely too rushed.

"Baby, no," I whine, reaching behind me to hold his hips still with one hand. "Fuck me slow... Don't rush..."

"But... Your mom..."

"Please..."

Spencer sighs, though not from exasperation. No, his breath is long and teeming with relief, hands gently roaming over the entirety of my body as his hips move slower. He's taking his time, relishing every second and feeling me gradually get more slick at his undoing.

His lips are on my neck, not providing marks to match the ones hidden on the inside of my thighs and my chest, but merely resting there. He kisses me in between gentle thrusts, letting out small whimpers of his own when I clench tightly around him.

This...

This is different.

We've had slow morning sex before, but never like this. Somehow, I find myself drifting, like I'm being carried away by his current. There's nothing but me, Spencer, and our breathing... Our bodies, our air, our souls...

This is what I imagine making love feels like.

Which is why I barely notice when it slips from my mouth— Three words that should feel more daunting due to the weight they hold and the way they ultimately change everything. And yet, whispering “I love you,” in a nearly breathless string of syllables feels incredibly natural. It’s more sincere than anything I think I’ve ever told him, so much so that I don’t even think about what it will mean in the long-run. Instead I let it fall from my lips again and again without regret or consequence.

He doesn't stop, either. Spencer continues to fuck me softly, like it's all he knows how to do. In fact, my confession only seems to make him relax more.

And that's what finally pushes me over the edge.

His name escapes my mouth in a whisper that sounds more like a plea not to leave, and he holds me closer to him. Our bodies are flush together, my back resting perfectly against his chest as he takes a few final thrusts and empties himself inside of me.

If we stayed like that forever, I could die happy.

And actually, that wouldn't be far from the truth, given that if we did stay here forever, my mom would certainly find us and kill us.

The thought makes me sigh.

"You have to leave..."

"I know..."

Spencer pulls me closer, squeezing me tight and giving me a long, bold kiss on the jaw before he rips himself away and takes my heart with him.

AUGUST 18th

Things are significantly different now.

After the morning I let slip that I love him, Spencer and I had been intimate once. We found ourselves alone while Mom was at the grocery store and instinctually came together.

It was quick, and it was fast and rough, and while it obviously felt good, something was off. But I knew it wasn't a physical problem. Like I said, it felt as good as any other time we'd been together, but it just wasn't right.

I hate it.

It hasn't even been a week since then, and I miss him. I miss our dynamic, and I miss the way I used to feel when he touched me.

So I stalk into the office and lean against the doorframe, watching Spencer as he goes through a large pile of paperwork. His hands and his eyes are moving at near light-speed, and the way he concentrates almost makes me feel bad for my intrusion—Honestly, I could have looked at him all damn day.

But there's a bigger plan in mind.

"What'cha up to?"

He looks up and greets me with a smile. "School starts in a few weeks. I'm just trying to get my coursework prepared."

"Oh... You... mind if I keep you company?"

"Not at all."

It's an innocent enough exchange, though I'm hoping I can change that. Mom doesn't get off work for another few hours, so it gives me ample time to do what I have planned.

I walk over and nudge his leg with my knee, and he lets me in. I climb on his lap, and after giving me a brief kiss on the cheek he returns to going through his paperwork.

My face turns and I nestle it into his neck. He hums softly when I kiss the skin under his jaw, once, and then twice, and then over and over in quick succession.

I can feel him smile. "What are you up to, princess?"

Hearing the nickname return in earnest makes me smile. I nip softly at his neck and run my tongue along it. "Mmm, trouble."

"Sounds like you," he mutters through a sultry sigh once I start going lower, kissing the top of his shoulder.

I slide my hands up the front of his chest and gently undo the top button, giving me access to more skin. "You love it when I make trouble..."

"Hmm, I'm not sure about that."

I slide off his lap then, crouching between his legs and looking up at him with a smile. "Really?"

All he does is look down at me, his pupils growing bigger by the second. So I continue my venture, sliding my hands up the insides of his legs until I reach the belt. "So you don't love when I do this?"

Spencer sighs, helping me by lifting his hips a little and letting me slide down layers of fabric until his dick is right in front of me.

I don't waste any time, taking him in my hand and bringing him to my mouth. He's still not entirely hard yet, but I don't mind at all. In fact, I let out a happy sigh just before I press kiss after kiss along the entire length of him. From base to tip, I take my time kissing and licking along the salty skin and giving him my full attention. I pull back and admire him, I smile, I kiss and I lick and I squeeze him with my hand... And when he's finally nice and hard, I take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck gently.

"Y/N..."

I hum around him, sinking further down until he hits the back of my throat, and then I come back up and repeat. It's slow. Maybe torturous even, but really I don't mean it to be.

Thankfully Spencer seems to be happy with my speed and technique; His eyes are on the verge of closing and his chest is heaving slowly, fingers gently caressing the sides of my face as I go down on him.

It's this same slow, steadying pace we'd taken before, and it's exactly what we needed.

I can feel his touch on my face, burning into my skin and marking me for all eternity. Likewise, the thick, throbbing weight of his cock sliding over my tongue and down my throat feels just like home— Like it's right where we're meant to be.

Once again, we fit together perfectly.

This epiphany sets a fire deep in the pits of my stomach, and just like that our spark is back again.

I look up and catch his eye, and he lets me keep it, forcing himself to keep his eyelids open to watch me. My pace remains consistent and slow, and and he brings both of his hands under my chin. The way he holds my face is so gentle, so loving and sensual that I nearly burst with tears at the sentiment alone, and it doesn't take long for him to start letting go.

He stutters my name when he comes, still using the pads of his nimble fingers to caress my throat. I take in and swallow each rope of cum until it's gone, and even then I keep him in my mouth, gently bobbing my head up and down just for the sake of feeling him inside me somehow.

But then he lifts me off of him and his dick falls limp in his lap. I sigh and lean down, kissing it a few times before just resting my head in his lap as he strokes my hair.

"You're right," Spencer says after a few moments.

"About what?"

"I do love when you make trouble."

We laugh, and I lift my head to look up at him.

"I know... It's your favorite."

"That it is, princess."

AUGUST 26th

I wish more than anything that this orientation would just end. My left foot is anxiously tapping the cool white tile of the floor as I wait to be next in line to grab my paperwork and get on my way— To home for what I'm sure will be a long weekend trying to find free minutes to steal with Spencer.

In another life it might have gotten tedious and painful sneaking around for so long, but I found it excited me. Sure, my feelings for Spencer were growing at an exponential rate, but ever since I visited him in our home office, we seemed to be getting back our groove— With an added flair I might add...

Each time we were together was more intense than the last. His hands got more possessive, his kisses got deeper and more passionate, and the way he looked at me?

I could swear I felt him falling just as deep as I was.

The smile it all brought to my face in that moment fell a little short when they called me next in line, and I fell into a joyful step forward to collect my things.

When I get home, though, things aren't as joyful.

The first thing I notice is that Spencer's car isn't in the driveway or even on the street. He's usually here on weekends, so I wonder if he's out for something, or even out with my mom on a lunch date or something.

I try not to think about that thought too much and step inside, hoping to at least enjoy the silence for a little while, lest they really are out together.

I think I'm out of the woods when I hear the television, a laugh track of some kind, but then it turns into the Friends theme blaring through the speakers, and my heart nearly falls into the pit of my stomach.

There's only one reason Mom would be watching Friends. She swears up and down that she hates it, but it always ends up on TV when there's one specific thing she's going through, because "Hearing them complain about their stupid problems make me feel better about my own!"

Her own problem being a breakup.

For a moment I wonder if maybe Spencer had told her about us. Or maybe she found something somehow that would give us away. I make my way slowly through the space until I reach the living room, my brain making up every possible horrendous outcome— Not even to prepare for the blow, because I know that absolutely nothing could prepare me for the wrath of my mother in any situation... I simply can't help myself from feeling guilty and heartbroken as my stomach churns and my heart beats so loud I can barely hear the TV anymore.

When I come into her view, Mom freezes and lets out a large breath of shaky air. The small tub of ice cream in her hands shakes just as much, and I can tell she's trying her hardest not to burst into tears.

I've never seen her this upset before. Normally it's just anger and annoyance, but this time she looks utterly broken.

"M—Mom?" I stutter, even though she probably can't even hear what I'm saying over the TV. I still don't know if she knows about my involvement with Spencer, but I feel like she'd be more angry with me than sad, so I figure it's safe to come closer.

The moment I take a step forward, she sets the ice cream on the floor and opens her arms to me, a choked sob forcing its way out. It almost makes me cry, just seeing her this heartbroken, and in an instant I'm running to her and snuggling into her side as she hugs me.

"What happened?" I will myself to ask, even though I still have no idea what it means for me. Maybe that's selfish, but if he's taking himself out of Mom's life, surely that has to mean he's removing himself from mine as well, right? And if he's just leaving without saying anything... God, that would ruin me, too.

Still, I wait to hear what Mom will say.

"He broke up with me," is all she says, through a long and tired sigh. She mutes the TV and then holds me tighter. I can feel that there's pure sadness controlling her every movement, and it crushes me.

"Why?"

"I don't know, he just... He said he didn't love me, and he wasn't feeling it anymore."

"That's all?"

"Uh huh... It was so sudden, too, like... I thought we were really getting along, and I just... I don't understand how he couldn't feel it... I felt all of it, and he just... He felt nothing. How could he feel nothing?"

I really don't know what to say anymore... It seems to me like Spencer really told her the truth and ended their relationship because he didn't feel anything for her anymore, but... I always knew he had to have felt something... I guess I just didn't realize someone could fall out of it so quickly.

The guilt overwhelms me then, when it dawns on me that I made him fall out of it so fast. I was there, taking up small moments of his time until, eventually, I'd taken up so much of it that it wasn't just his time I was stealing, but also his love. His fire, and his passion... Month by month, day by day, I was draining the love he had for my mom and distilling it to meet my own desires.

And now, here I am, in my mothers arms as she weeps over a man she truly loved, all because he and I were selfish and treasonous.

If Spencer decides he still wants to be with me after this, I really don't know if I could do it. Even after all this time... After all this trouble and guilt and glorious treason...

He could never really be mine.

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Y/N,

I knew this day would come from the moment I met you. Of course, I didn't know how far my feelings would take me, but in the end I knew I would one day have to leave you and your mother behind.

Day by day my feelings for you grew stronger, and it wasn't until you told me you loved me that August Thirteenth that I realized I loved you, too. What we had was always dangerous, but by then my heart was focused solely on you, and I could feel your mother slipping from my grasp.

I pretended for as long as I could, but now you've taken up so much space in my brain that when Eve pulled me near, I almost sighed out your name instead. I knew then that no longer could I "keep up appearances," as I often like to tell you.

Maybe one day you and I can find our way back to each other, but for now, I think it's for the very best that we go our separate ways.

In my wildest dreams I will think of you fondly, and I can only hope that you might do the same.

Always Yours, Spencer

JUNE 19th, SEVEN YEARS LATER

There are so many things I'm thinking about when I come home tonight.

One: I'm a little tipsy and completely fucked out, which reminds me of that night I came home in the exact same state, only to find my mom's old boyfriend, Spencer, unable to sleep and to stop staring at my bare legs. The memory brings a smile to my face.

Two: My feet fucking hurt and I want to get these goddamned shoes off.

Three: The ghost of Spencer's smile when he saw me for the first time in seven years burns in the back of my mind, right next to the ghost of his hands caressing my skin like it had been the first time.

Four: How am I going to spend the rest of the summer back in town knowing what it feels like to have fucked him at all without an ounce of guilt attached to it?

Five: Am I going to tell my mom that I slept with her ex-boyfriend tonight?

Six: Fuck, I'm hungry...

My heels come off as soon as I step through the door.

The light is on, and I can hear Mom laughing in the kitchen with Adam from far away, which brings a fond smile to my face. I'm glad that she's finally happy, with someone who doesn't make me want to fall to my knees, thank you very much.

And truthfully, if I hadn't ran into Spencer at all tonight, I'm not sure I ever would have thought about that whole situation again— It was fucked up, he ended up leaving both of us, and Mom was so deeply devastated after their breakup that I didn't have the heart to tell her I missed him too. I just buried it deep down and tried to move on right alongside her, eventually erasing his memory from my mind, body, and soul.

Well, almost.

There were days, obviously, where his letter hummed inside my pillowcase where he left it, whether I brought it to college or kept it at home, or it sat soundly in my new apartment. His words were always there, spilling into my dreams and dancing with me through our memories; tangled tongues and limbs, wild nights and passionate mornings...

I'd wake up feeling hot to the touch and missing him completely.

Thankfully those days were few and far in between, and for a while I'd stopped thinking of him altogether.

But of course, it turns out that Spencer Reid is in fact, pretty damn inevitable.

That bar downtown was packed, so it was a wonder I'd even ran into him of all people in the first place. What he was doing there I didn't know. And neither do I now, because from the moment we laid eyes on each other, it was this constant state of shell-shock and fire, nothing else. He asked briefly about Mom, I told him she'd been married for four years, and then he joked about how he was surprised I hadn't tried to steal him from her.

Naturally, with that ever so playful look in his eye practically taunting me, I played to his joke and responded with a sultry smile, "The only one I ever wanted to steal was you, Doctor..."

The rest wasn't exactly a blur, but all I'm going to say is that we spent the rest of our time together at his apartment, "catching up on lost time"... And as much as I'd grown out of the submissive role sexually over the years, I found myself crawling back, submitting to him like I'd done it a million times over. And, really, I might as well have.

It's like we'd never stopped.

That being said, I declined his offer to stay the night and told him to give me a call some time before I left to go back to Seattle. Though, not without giving him a thousand goodbye kisses that were rather counterproductive.

Thinking about it makes my cheeks burn hot, though thankfully it's summer, and Mom won't have to question it. Though, if she does, I suppose I could keep it short and sweet and tell her the truth at the very least: that I met up with an old friend who showed me a good time.

"Hey'a, Sweetpea," she greets with a bright wave. She and Adam are obviously a little tipsy, more than me by the looks of it, but I pay it no mind. "How was you're night?"

"Great! Went to a few bars downtown, met up with some friends..."

"Oh, good, well we're glad you got back safe."

I snag a bottle of water and an apple from the fridge, then turn back around to see Mom and Adam snuggled in, sharing a smile that would make even the happiest person on the planet sick to their stomach.

Oddly enough, it reminds me of back then, when she was with Spencer, happier than ever and completely oblivious to what was going on in her daughter's life.

The thought makes my stomach flutter, taking me back to earlier in the night when he had his hands tangled in my hair and his mouth attached to my skin, spewing filthy words and praises that had me begging for more...

"I missed you, princess," he whispers, holding himself deep inside me. His fingers brush the matted hair from my face, revealing more of my saccharine smile and eyes that swim with mischief.

"I missed you too," I whine, reaching out and grabbing handfuls of his ass, shoving him even farther inside me and wrapping my legs around him tighter. "...Daddy..."

Spencer loses all semblance of cool, pulling back and slamming into me with full force. I—

"Y/N?"

I blink away his memory, reminding myself of where I am and what I'm doing, finding Mom looking at me with a curious gleam in her eye.

"What are you thinking about?"

With a small smile, I nod in her direction. "Oh, uh... You'll never believe who I ran into tonight."

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eremiie · 3 years

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If ur still taking reqs from arminists... Can the people get their Armin breeding kink cummies please. To go along with that spicy af choking blurb 👌🏼😩 I've had Armin brainrot since I was 17, pls I'm beggin you

bucket list;

❥ armin x reader | nsfw | 1.1k words

❥ content: breeding kink, mentions of choking

❥ a/n: i got you anon, back to our armin testing kinks out franchise😁😁

your hands were spread on armin’s chest as he laid on the bed in front of you. his hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat accumulating as you rode him so flawlessly. your ass continued to bounce up and down, coming down with a soft slap that sounded like music to armin’s ears and as much as your hips were getting tired you couldn’t help but please your baby boy.

“oh, fuck,” his moans were so dragged out, just like the way you dragged yourself up and down his length causing him to grip your waist to slam you down harder on him.

his chest was flushed, your skin was hot, and the two of you practically melted together. you felt so good, it was almost felt like a sin for him to be inside you, to slide himself against your walls, for his tip to nudge your cervix with every time your hips met his. “feel good?” you said, your voice coming out so breathy that it almost sounded like a moan. “am... i making you feel good?”

armin’s lust filled eyes met yours, half lidded and cloudy as if you were a drug and he was intoxicated. he nodded his head hastily at you and continued to resist the urge to plant his feet, pull you down on top of him, and fuck you how he really wanted to. he knew he could, and he knew he could shush your complaints, but he wanted to be nice and let you take the lead for once.

plus... he wanted to save that for when he filled you up, when he was ready to come inside you. he wanted to pull you against his chest and hold you in place as he fucked up into you, let you take him and his seed while planting kisses against your cheek and lips to shush your cries.

the mere thought made armin shudder and subconsciously buck his hips up into yours for a second, your mouth dropping over at the abrupt intrusion, and you swore your cunt fluttered around him when you came up to squeeze his tip with your walls. he didn’t even realize his eyes were closed from his fantasizing until he opened them to watch your expression shift in pure pleasure.

your tits bounced up and down above him, and he could only imagine them if you were pregnant, swelled and ready for the two of yours kids. his eyes couldn’t help but drift down to his stomach, his dainty fingers ghosting over the skin of your stomach and rubbing at the fat causing you to whine at the too gentle touch. armin’s eyes squeezed shut as he cursed himself for the thoughts running through his head. ever since you told him about the surplus of things you wanted to involve in your sex life, armin couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to one. that’s one reason why he wanted to let you take control today, he decided it’d be a great opportunity— from the way you’d be splayed in front of him to let his imagination run wild to the way he could efficiently pump you full.

it was no harm in making his fantasies become realities right? after all, you were the one who proposed the offer after you let his hands wrap around your throat a couple weeks prior.

“yeah, you feel good... really good, baby— i’m gonna cum, come here let me kiss you.” he murmured his words slurred as he could barely think through the euphoria surrounding him. you complied, leaning down until your knees were felt by the sheets below you and your ass grinded back and forth on top of armin, his dick twitching inside of you. he did as he said he would, his lips connecting with yours and his tongue tasting the inside of your mouth before you pulled at his bottom lip. his rosed lip bounced back when it went back to place and he puckered them to kiss your nose and forehead.

although, not only did he kiss you, he did as he did in the fantasies that wandered in his head just earlier, he did what he wanted to do, his feet steadying on the bed and his arm wrapping around your lower back, the other going to the back of your head. “i’m gonna fill you up with my cum too,” his voice was low and dirty, it was enticing, even if you wanted to complain the way he spoke to you made any retort you wanted to say retreat back in your mouth.

armin fucked up into you, his cock driving deep inside of you, every thrust being punctual and he couldn’t help but let out a loud groan, his teeth tucking his lip and you tried picking your head up as you moaned against his chest but the grip he had on your hair prevented you from doing so, so you continued to let your wails vibrate through his chest. “can i fill you up with my kids? i can, right?”

“armin,” you cried, the sensation felt to good and your clit pressing up against his abdomen that moved with each of his thrusts it helped your climax arrive a little faster.

“i know, i know, i’ll give you them, fill you up good, i won’t let none of it come out, okay?” he spoke right beside your ear, you couldn’t see the way his eyes were screwed close just like yours as he fucked you and fucked you good.

it wasn’t log before you felt yourself cum all over his cock, the feeling of you pulsing around him causing armin to grip your hair tighter and cum inside you, fill you up just like he said. with the cry he let out his hips stopped abruptly as he felt himself cum spurts inside of you. both of your mouths were dropped open because two you— the feeling of his seed hitting your cervix was just as pleasuring.

you didn’t regret telling armin about all the things you wanted to try, he never failed you to fulfill them so well.

“fuck, baby i came— i came inside of you...!” his eyes fluttered open as he finally let go of the grip on your head so you could turn it and balance it on his chest.

you smiled lazily, tiredness taking over your body. “well, that marks two things off our bucket list.”

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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Peter was initially pretty apprehensive about pegging, he was 100% down with submitting to you but it was mostly just you riding him, but when he finally caved, it was like the greatest thing to ever happen to him and now he makes a big fuss if you ride him but don't peg him (he's a big brat, loves to be submissive but wants to do it his way, just edge him a few times and you'll have him eating out of the palm of your hand)

YES he’s a total brat when it comes to pegging, he wanted to act like he was going to hate it but he absolutely loves it. Will probably cry if you don’t peg him after riding him.

Pegging Peter

You had just finished riding Peter, he had cum hard, his sticky seed dripping down your thighs. You were laying against his chest, trying to caught your breath. He was whining that he wanted you to go again, you could feel his member already harding. You could hear his whimpers vibrating through his chest. Since he was still in a very subby headspace you figured it was the perfect time to bring up your newest idea. You sat up, running your hands across his chest. “I wanna try something new baby.”

He hummed, hands latching onto your hips. “Anything for you momma.” His voice was still slurring from his high, right now the only thing on his mind was pleasing you. You gave him a kiss, lightly nipping at his bottom lip before you got off his lap making him whine yet again, crying for you to come back and ride him again. You reached under the bed and pulled out a red box. Peter shifted his weight so he was laying on his stomach, that way he could see what you were getting. And also so he could slightly rut his harding member against the sheets, he thought he was being sneaky but you could hear his soft moans.

You opened the box to reveal a strap on, Peters eyes widened as he glanced between you and the toy. It wasn’t too big, it was the perfect size for just starting out. “What are you gonna do with this?” You could hear the apprehension in his voice.

“I was thinking I could peg you.” You ran your hand through his hair, he leaned into your touch. “You always like it when I finger you, I figured you might like this.”

He bit his lip. “I don’t know.”

You gave him a soft smile, and climbed back onto the bed. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, we can do it another time.” Peter glanced between you and box and decided that he’d be more comfortable trying it another time. You smiled at him and climbed back on the bed, easing yourself back onto him without warning. His eyes rolled back as you rode him, trying to make him cum for the fourth time that night

For the next few days Peter kept thinking about the box under your bed. He had done a little “research” after you had fallen asleep that night. He couldn’t deny the way his cock twitched as he saw other subby males like him bent over and crying out as women pounded into them with a strap on. All he could imagine was you doing to same to him. Making him lean on his Pac-Man machine for support as you thrusted up into him, pulling his hair back and kissing his neck. Making him drool all over, his precum staining the front of the machine.

He had touched himself in secret to that thought at least once a day. Dying for that fantasy to come true. But Peter being the brat he was, he wasn’t going to outright admit he wanted you to peg him. So he tried to subtly hint at what he wanted throughout the week, hoping you would get what he wanted. You did, but it was amusing to watch him suffer. He didn’t cave until a couple days later when you guys were messing around on his futon, you were straddling his lap, messily riding his cock and he cried out your name, hands latched onto your breasts. “M-mommy please.”

“Please what baby?” You asked, rolling your hips, making him whimper. “Use your words.”

“Please fuck me.” He muttered out, face burning in embarrassment.

“I am fucking you baby.” You teased, increasing your pace. “Just the way you like it.” You lifted up on each word, grinding your hips down and clenching around him. He came with a loud groan, squeezing your tits as he spilled himself inside you. He tried to ease himself down from his high to mutter out what he wanted.

“Not like that momma.” He whimpered, burying his face in your neck. You smirked knowing exactly what he wanted. You lifted yourself off him, pressing down on his hips and making them sputter. You reached under your bed and took out the box, Peter felt himself gulp with anticipation. He watched as you secured the strap on your waist, reaching your fingers down to your entrance to collect some of your arousal. Peter moaned as he watched you coat the base of your strap with it, his cock hardening at the sight.

“Is this what you wanted pretty boy?” You asked, standing over him. His eyes trained on your tits and the way they moved with each breath you took. He had to stop himself from leaning forward to suck on them. “Answer me baby.”

Peter looked up at your cocky expression and as much as he wanted to be your good boy his brattiness over powered that. He kept his lips sealed, refusing to answer your question. “Oh so you wanna act like that do you?” You roughly flipped Peter onto his stomach, he moaned at the feeling of you manhandling him. You coated your fake cock with lube, teasing his entrance as you forced his bum into the air. “I was gonna take it easy on you baby, but now.” You thrust into him with one quick motion. “You’re gonna pay for it.”

He cried out at the intrusion, his face burying into the pillows below him. You gave him a moment to adjust, you wanted him to enjoy it after all. You rubbed his back soothingly and cooed sweet praises as you let him get accustom to the foreign feeling. Pretty soon Peter was mewling with delight, pushing his hips back into yours, silently asking you to move.

You complied, pulling all the way out before pushing back in, directly hitting his prostate. He moaned into the pillows, fingers clutching at the sheets underneath him. “You look so pretty like this baby.” You reached down to lift him up by his torso, he moved with you, steadying himself on his shaky arms. “You look so good taking mommy’s cock like a big boy.” His arms nearly gave out at your comment.

You increased the pace of your thrusts, loving the way peter was drooling all over himself, his cock staining the sheets below and making his lower stomach sheen. You reached down to lightly choke him, raking your nails along his Adam’s apple, making it bop up and down. “M-momma.” Peter stuttered out. “I’m c-close.”

You hummed at his response. He knew that meant that he couldn’t cum just yet. You didn’t stop your assault on him, you increased it, pressing your whole body into his. Letting him feel your hard nipples against his back. He whined, crying about how much his pretty cock hurt and how much he wanted to see you.

You filled him back into his back. Peter starred up at you with watery eyes, his legs already coming to latch around you. You ran your thumb across his cheek, brushing away the tears that had managed to escape. “Pretty boy.” He leaned into your touch, shivering as you left feather light kisses on his stomach. You started your movements again, one of your hands gripping his waist with a bruising force while the other began to lazily stroke his cock.

He began to leak all over your hand, twitching in your grip. “P-please, p-please mommy.” Peter cried, craning is neck up for your to mark as you pleased. “I’ve been good. Can I come? C-can I?”

You felt yourself clench around nothing at the sight of him withering underneath you. You pushed as far as you could into him and began to shallowing thrust. “Cum for me baby.” Peter’s whole body started to shake, his cum splattering his tummy and yours. You pressed your body down on him, smearing his cum all over both of you.

You slowly pulled out, whispering to Peter about how good he did. You undid the straps and threw the toy off to the side, settling into peters open arms. You kissed his forehead, brushing the sweaty hairs away from his face. “So baby, how did you like it?” He hummed, peppering kisses on your collar bone.

“It was okay I guess.” He answered, smirking against your skin.

“Well if it’s okay I guess we won’t have to ever do it again.” His eyes widened and they glanced up to meet yours.

“Don’t say that mommy.”

You rolled your eyes at him, pulling him closer. “I told you you were going to love it.” Peter snuggled closer, breathing in your scent.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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katsukisprincess-archive · 3 years

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need | kiribaku x reader

a/n: jo asked me to reupload this from her birthday last year! for @lady-bakuhoe

summary: kirishima is hit with an aphrodisiac quirk on the job and bakugou knows exactly who can help him out.

pairing: mostly kirishima x reader, slight bakugou insert

word count: 2.3k

warnings: nasty. dubcon, rimming, fisting, implied pegging, dirty talk, squirting, slight threesome

“Shut up, shitty hair, you’re going to wake her.”

“I can’t help it, dude, look at her.”

The voices peaked through your consciousness, followed by a cold whisp of air that caused bumps to rise on the exposed skin of your leg. You let out a groggy noise, finally allowing your eyes to blink open to the scene in front of you. You tried to focus in and when the spinning shapes of morning turned into figures, you found it hard to believe that what you were looking at was reality.

Katsuki Bakugou, your husband, was sitting across the room from you in a chair. His arms were crossed against his chest and he had a classic smirk on his face, already alerting you that something was off. What it was, you discovered, was the grown man in bed with you- one that smelled like battle and sweat and everything you didn’t want against your sheets.

Eijirou Kirishima was someone you were very familiar with. He had been your friend alongside Katsuki since the Yuuei days and up through the present; he was at nearly every house function and worked in the same agency as Ground Zero. Kirishima was no stranger at all, but you just weren’t used to him in your bed.

“W-What? Eijirou? Katsuki?” Your voice was so innocent, so meek, that it went straight to his already-stiffening cock. His reaction made your head snap to him, and then to your husband, and back and forth until Katsuki finally stood up at joined you at the side of the bed.

His hot palm brushed your hair back while the other cascaded your stomach, easing the goosebumps from the open window. His lips came down to your forehead where he pressed a rough kiss before speaking. “Got hit by a quirk on the job today.” He motioned to your friend, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of your bare torso.

“And?”

“Help me.” Eijirou rasped. “We joke about it all the time- fuck- right?”

He wasn’t wrong. Conversations about your sex life were in no way private and in no sense of it all had Katsuki ever been closed off to the idea of his best friend joining in on the fun. You had just figured that when- if- it had happened, it would have happened on… different terms.

But how could you say no to Red Riot on his knees for you, thick cock straining through his shorts and leaking through the fabric?

You crawled over to Eijirou as Katsuki sunk back into his chair on the other side of the room. Leaning back and legs spread, he watched as you closed the distance, your grabby hands urging Eijirou’s massive length out of his shorts. It was so large you could barely wrap your fingers around it, truly. He was bigger than Katsuki was, but you were sure that he had much less experience using it compared to his belligerent best friend. As you took in the sight of his meat, Katsuki was pulling his own out of his pants across the room.

One upward tug on Eijirou was all it took for his first orgasm to hit him- and it hit him hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across the mattress and over your thighs, marking you up for the first time that night. He came with a guttural grunt, but by the time he was finished, you could tell he was in no way even close to being satisfied.

“Fuck,” Eijirou exclaimed, toppling you onto your back and laying his weight on yours, attacking your neck with his teeth and drawing blood on the first plunge. “This quirk. I’m sorry, shit, I can just smell you from here-”

Eijirou pulled himself off of you to yank your lacy panties off of your frame. With a yelp your hips landed back on the bed and you watched in shock as he brought them up to his nose and smelled your essence that was dripping against the material. A visible shiver ran down his spine and you caught yourself rubbing your thighs together, strangely turned on by the sight of Red Riot sticking his tongue out just to suck on your panties.

“Taste her, Eij, it’s like fucking candy.” Katsuki’s voice was strained, and it only fueled your lust further to see him lazily jerking his own girthy cock in his hands. It was one thing to fuck your partner, but it was near etheral to watch them pleasure themselves with an outside perspective. With his hair fanned back and dirt still sticking to his skin, Katsuki looked delicious.

You didn’t have much time to think on your husband as Eijirou quickly tore your legs open, dipping his head down to lick a clean stripe up your folds. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and your thighs moved down to clamp around his head, but they were immediately slammed back open and shoved back against your chest by two large, hot hands.

While unexperienced, Eijirou was passionate. He was moving so quickly and so harshly against your sensitive skin that you couldn’t keep up, instead deciding to crane your neck to watch him suck and slurp. His eyes would come up to meet yours occasionally, shooting you a desperate look from under lidded eyes. Mewls and whimpers fell from your lips like a song, and you were unable to stop yourself from bucking up against his face and forcing your juices to coat his cheeks and chin.

“Get her ass, too. She’s a dirty little slut, aren’t you, princess? You want Eij to rim you?”

Both of you on the bed groaned instantaneously at Katsuki’s lewd notion. Since Eijirou’s hands were planted flat on your thighs, it was easy for him to push you up and use his thumbs to spread your cheeks apart, your back arched into the air and your ass leveled with his mouth. His tongue moved to prod at your tight hole before he began running circles around it. One hand moved to rub at your clit at the same time, and before you could react, you were cumming. Eijirou groaned as your asshole flexed against his tongue and waited for you to settle down before dropping your back onto the bed once more.

“You felt so good Eijirou, let me feel your cock~”

Before you could continue, he had slipped three fingers at once into your cunt. It was tight, and it hurt, but he looked absolutely desperate above you, holding his weight on one arm and pummeling his hand into your heat to chase you along.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He muttered, his cock twitching as he watched his fingers disappear inside of you. A fourth finger was slipped in and you cried out loudly, your hands flying down to grab at his wrist. Pain soon fell into pleasure and Eijirou climbed up on the bed, resting his forehead on yours and fucking you until he was sure you were warmed up enough for his thumb as well.

“Gotta stretch you out, babe.” He was so deliriously lost in lust that he was unable to form full sentences, but you got the gist of what he was saying. Under him, his cock looked dauntingly thick, and you wondered how it would feel inside of you compared to what was now his entire fist inside of you.

Tears broke the surface and cascaded down your face as Eijirou’s pace picked up, burying himself wrist deep inside of you. Katsuki couldn’t keep his eyes off of the scene- it was so fucking dirty and something he had been dreaming about for so long. Watching his best friend wreck his little princess was a fantasy buried deep in his brain that was finally breaking the surface.

“Please, please, please, Eijirou, please-” Your begging turned into sobs, unable to hold back when he was stretching you further than you had ever been before. “Please give me your cock, Red Riot. Ple~”

The use of Eijirou’s hero name snapped something inside of him.

You had never felt an orgasm hit you harder than your third of the night, almost immediately after you began swiping at your clit in time with his thrusting. Eijirou didn’t slow his pace as you began to gush over the sheets, squirting all over his torso. “That’s a good girl, fuck, babe. Fuck.”

The feeling of his fist pulling out from you left you feeling empty. His hand was covered in slick and your stomach churned as he brought it up to his mouth and sucked off as much as he could before bringing it to your mouth and making you taste yourself. Dizzy and overstimulated, your eyes drifted to Katsuki, who was covered in his own cum and panting heavily.

Eijirou was reaching a breaking point. He wanted- no- he needed to cum again, and while the idea of him shoving his length down your hot throat sounded like a dream, he couldn’t pass up the way your gaping cunt was currently clenching around nothing.

“Fuck her, Eijirou, or I’m going to do it for you.” Katsuki hissed from the other side of the bedroom, already growing hard again at the thought of either option. There was something so fucking sexy to him about watching you get thrown around and used like a fuck doll, not being able to say anything to complain with his friend’s massive frame towering over yours.

“I haven’t done this much.” Eijirou muttered as he positioned his cock to your entrance and adjusted himself accordingly. When you gave him a questioning look, he continued. “Haven’t been able to fit it in.”

His words partly made your stomach flip while also sending you into desire overdrive, causing you to help pull your legs apart to give a better view. You wanted to watch his girth stretch you once again, this time helping his current problem and getting your husband off at the same time. He already knew you’d be getting him back for this all at some point, especially when your eyes drifted over to see that it was just past three in the morning, but you were going to enjoy it while it happened.

Eijirou pushed the tip in slowly, watching your face for any signs to stop. You only dropped your jaw and whined, pulling your legs closer to you and trying to get a better view of it. His cock was fucking insane, truly, and it was an thought in your mind that was finally being satisfied. “You are huge, Red Riot.”

With a grunt, he thrusted himself all the way in. You should have known that your games were misplaced, especially during a time where Eijirou was in a completely different state of mind. He didn’t really know that his dick was so fucking thick that is was going to split you in half, and when he crawled forward and slammed you into a mating press, you knew he really was completely oblivious.

“Tight fucking pussy.” His words were sloppy, but the force in his thrusts made up for it. His thighs felt enormous on either side of yours and you wondered how much cock he couldn’t stuff inside of you as you felt nearly overwhelmed with the sheer weight of it. “Gonna fucking tear you apart.”

Animalistic was an understatement. His thrusts were so loud that it rang through the room and between his noises and yours, you were sure you could be heard down the street. Katsuki had moved over to you, watching and jerking his cock. He slipped his fingers into your mouth, watching you suck down on him as his hand moved frantically.

“Fuck her harder, Eij, she’s not crying.”

You would be crying if you could breathe. He was so close to you, radiating so much heat and so much force that you were lost for movements. You laid limp as he took you, his cock dragging against your walls and stuffing you beyond repair. His mouth found your nipple and soon his hand found your other tit, giving both so much attention and bruising while still tearing away with his thrusts.

Katsuki pressed his hand down onto your forehead, giving him access to see your tear-stained cheeks and watch as your face morphed into one of serious pleasure. He was bearing his teeth as he came closer to you, signaling that he was about to cum and it was going to be all over your fucked out expression.

Eijirou pulled out at the same time, crawling up your body to angle his swollen cock at your face and join Katsuki in covering it completely. You stuck your tongue out to catch both of them as white strings coated you, both of their scents mixing and both cumming enough to leave you overwhelmed.

After he was finished, Eijirou fell back on his heels before crawling off the bed and over to your dresser. You watched in curiosity, still covered in cum but realizing that Katsuki must have mentioned that was where your toys were kept. You didn’t know what you were expecting him to pull out of there, but it definitely wasn’t a strap-on.

“It’s our turned to be fucked, don’t you think, babe?”

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bangtan-pugh-bug · 3 years

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Scott Lang x Reader Chapter 13

This chapter follows directly on from chapter 12 I REALLY need to make a master list I know. Ended up way longer than I expected but I hope you enjoy! :)) and let me know if you want to be added to my tag list <3

Warnings: smut, age gap, swearing as fucking always

‘Oh fuck,’ his eyelids fluttered as he rode into you. You wanted to take his shirt off and take all of him in but the pleasure was keeping you lay down. Scott felt your walls tightening as you struggled to decide where to look and what to do with your hands. He seemed to sense the indecision because in a surprisingly wholesome twist, Scott’s hand found its way in your hair before caressing your cheek. All you could hear was both of your heavier breaths matching each other’s rhythms. You’d known before (and of course said before) that you loved Scott but having him look at you with such compassion in bed made you know for certain.

You both let the pause continue but Scott’s impatience was obvious, despite him trying to hide it for your sake. ‘You’re wearing too many clothes,’ you finally said before smirking up at him. The atmosphere took an instant shift as the two of you fought with the fabric and felt it rip off of his chest. And oh fucking hell was the sight of Scott shirtless a treat. You knew he worked out, Tony had a gym everyone used for training, but you never knew he had actual ab muscles. Scott chuckled as he watched you stare at them in awe. Fuck fuck fuck. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

Scott’s finger below your chin guided your gaze back to his green eyes. There was no hesitation after that. As the two of you kissed with lust filled ferocity, you postured up and pushed down on Scott’s shoulders so you could sit in his lap. You tried to continue devouring each other’s taste but the sound that slipped from you as you sank down onto him was pornographic and distracting as hell. You rode him slowly because after such a long wait why not tease him? He could have made this happen ages ago. Selfish of him really.

‘Jesu-fuck Y/N,’ the poor man struggled to keep his head facing you and not back looking at the ceiling. ‘You feel amazing,’ you couldn’t help but beam at his praise. After spending so many nights touching yourself to the fantasy of riding him, having it happen in real life was overwhelming. His large hands gripped your waist while you continued your torment of slowly filling yourself up and down. You didn’t want this to just become another memory in the past that would never happen again. Scott’s firm hands digging into your waist brought you away from the nagging thoughts. ‘Fuck you’re so tight.’ He felt so good it was driving you insane. As he hit your g-spot dangerously slowly you let out a whine.

‘You..can go,’ he already sounded wrecked which made you smug as anything. ‘Faster than that Y/N.’ His eyes were closed but you were determined to keep yours open to look at his face. The obvious pleasure he was feeling. You decided to oblige him and speed up, never once did his cock grazing your g spot not send wonderful shivers down your spine. Your face felt hot- your whole body was on fire.

It was your turn to throw your head back. No one had made you feel as high as Scott, not even close. The man was fucking addictive.

All you could focus on was the full feeling you had in your stomach, Scott’s wrecked voice and his firm grip on your waist. Part of you wished they were around your neck. Maybe next time. ‘Scotttttt….’ you moaned. He fucking adored hearing you moan and hearing you say his name was going to send him over the edge. You wanted to see it. With desperate, yet shaky hands, you thought about crawling his back but it felt forced for a moment. Once again he sensed your minor uncertainty and handled it for you. ‘Come here,’ his voice was husky but breathless as he pulled you into a kiss while you rode him faster and faster.

Your walls were tightening and your toes began to curl on the bedsheets but you felt a sudden impulse to move so you pulled him on top of you. It broke the kiss but it meant on Scott’s next thrust you felt him even deeper and a prolonged moan left your open mouth as you came. Your eyes closed and your body jerked and writhed underneath Scott’s panting chest. He didn’t move for a moment, completely lost in witnessing you enjoy every second of your orgasm. It hit you in waves that felt endless for a moment before your entire body stopped its uncontrollable writhing that pushed Scott over the edge.

He came inside you and, for a moment, almost lost balance. You were so in shock from the huge mass of pleasure you’d just felt that your chest was rising and falling heavier than it did after a run. That orgasm had hit you like a brick. You struggled to sit up as you felt Scott, to your surprise, move down your body. How did he have any energy left? You were exhausted.

One more feeble attempt to sit up was not needed because Mr Scott Lang had decided to surprise you by inserting his fingers in your pussy and smugly licking your clit. Without the much needed warning. ‘Ah- too sensitive!’ You squealed, backing away from Scott on the bed to escape. He was definitely amused. ‘You okay over there?’ Wow. After the sounds he had made?! He was going to make you out to be overwhelmed? However his confident side made you wet and you were not one to complain after sex so:

‘I’m great.’ You smiled coyly and closed your legs as if you weren’t leaking his cum all over the bed and just there to talk. Scott smiled and made his way back over to you like a panther on some sort of sick hunt. ‘You’re trouble.’ He responded, almost judging but still humorous. When you didn’t respond you saw his face change to show some insecurity about his actions. ‘Are you already regrett-‘

‘I regret not getting you to slam me against a wall to be honest.’ You hugged your knees, your breath had returned to normal and you were grinning at Scott like a cat that had gotten its own way. Finally.

‘Well shit,’ he paused with his hand on his forehead and a raise of his eyebrows. ‘That can be arranged.’

Yes but not now, you thought, too tired for that. Must sleep. Must lie down.

The bed, despite being wet, was so inviting and Scott following your lead and wrapping his arms around your waist even more so. You felt safe next to him. At peace. You heard Scott’s breathing normalise but neither one of you spoke. There was no awkwardness like you’d feared and apart from the horrible intrusive thought ‘Am I better or worse than his ex wife’ you felt calm and… happy. Really happy. Tentatively, Scott’s hands found themselves stroking your hair. He ran his fingers through it gently and you smiled and closed your eyes. The smell of sex had filled the room but your arousal was somehow being overpowered by the calm. And there was one question you were curious about.

‘How long for you?’

You expected a brief silence or atleast a ‘Huh’ due to your vagueness but Scott just knew exactly what you’d meant.

‘Atleast a year,’ you quietly turned to face him so he knew he had your full attention. ‘But I really knew when you came to comfort me, on my anniversary.’ You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows and scoff. ‘You mean when I came to annoy you on the roof?’ Scott’s smirk grew into a full grin at you. ‘And why is that so surprising?’ To be quite honest you’d felt like an intrude that night and not much help to him at all but it was nice to know he felt differently. He looked so pretty lay opposite you, your hands found their way into his hair ruffling it even more. ‘I don’t know.’ You lied.

‘What about you?’ It was his turn to play with your hair again. Oh that was easy. Too easy. ‘First day I met you,’ it was growing harder to look Scott in the eye as you admitted it. ‘I kept thinking about y- I only ever asked you dumb questions as an excuse to talk to you until- well until we were friends.’ He was listening intently which you were not used to men doing. “Were?” Scott questioned knowingly, he waited for your response and you could practically see his ego growing by the second. Of course ‘were’.

‘Well would you call this friendship?’ You laughed, gesturing to the two of you in bed slightly sweaty from moments earlier. After a second too long for your liking passed your eyes widened at the sight of Scott’s hoodie on the floor. You’d forgot he’d brought it with him and it looked comfy as anything. ‘Hold on I’ve always wanted to do this,’ you grinned excitedly like a little kid and Scott watched you in amusement. Struggling for a moment, you pulled the black hoodie over your head (because your hair wasn’t messy enough already) and gestured proudly to your new (stolen) outfit. It smelt like him which just made you giddier.

‘You’ve never slept with a guy and stolen his hoodie before?’ Scott raised his eyebrows clearly not believing you or understanding the appeal. ‘They’ve been out the fucking door too fast.’ You shrugged trying not to let that harsh fact sink in. Oh well. You were feeling good now at least. Scott frowned but once again you couldn’t help but not wait for his reply- just in case it hurt you in some way and brought your high down. ‘Kinda hungry not gonna lie.’ You hadn’t even eaten yet but that wasn’t what you were really thinking about as you stood over Scott as he sat on the bed.

Slyly, he ran his calloused hands under his hoodie and up your torso making you gasp. He couldn’t help but grin at the strong reactions you had to his mild touches. Deciding to really tease you, Scott’s hand traveled down to your pussy so he could finger you but being overstimulated you whined and grabbed his wrist. The man just thought you sounded pretty. ‘Fuck- you’re dripping sweetheart.’ You grinned once again at his words and clenched your thighs together. ‘Who’s fault is that?’

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r3almellow · 3 years

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Birthday Breakfast (Happy Birthday, Gavin!)

Happy belated birthday to our favorite Bird Cop!

I’m late! I’m so sorry, guys! I really hope this little drabble is to your liking! You know I’m the typo queen, so I’m sorry for that in advance! I did the best I could! 😭

Warning: Slightly NSFW

Morning runs always filled Gavin with enough energy to get through the day. The way his blood pumped as his sneakers hit the pavement and the use of his controlled breathing as the moist air entered his lungs filled him with so much adrenaline. He wasn’t sure what the day had in store for him, but he was ready to tackle it head on.

He was also ready to get home to you. Seeing you in the morning was the true start to his day. He could see it now. As he’s getting out of the shower after washing off the sweat from his run, you’ll stumble into the bathroom trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes. He’ll kiss your cheek as you mumble a tired ‘good morning’ with your toothbrush in hand. By the time you’re finished, breakfast is already prepared and waiting while Gavin adds the final piece of toast to a plate on the table. Then you would spend the next hour or so enjoying each other’s company before getting ready for work.

It was a routine that Gavin loved and would never change for the world. So, when he walked through the doors of his home and was met with the sight of you happily humming in the kitchen with a whisk in one hand and a bowl in the other, he was completely caught off guard.

You turned around hearing the front door close with a bright smile gracing your lips.

“Good morning!” Your voice was cheery for someone who was up earlier than normal. Setting down the contents in your hand, you wiped your hands on your apron then pranced over to Gavin, standing on the tips of your toes to give him a small kiss.

No matter the type of kiss, Gavin always found himself yearning for more. Could you blame him? They were addicting. It was practically impossible to resist the feel of your soft plush lips against him whether it was on his lips, cheek, or other parts of his body.

Gavin leaned down like a magnet drawn to your lips, not wanting to part from you. You giggled and whispered a “Happy birthday” before stepping back to look up at him.

That’s right. It was his birthday.

It was kind of hard to forget his birthday when you made it a point to bring it up every chance you got ever since the clock struck midnight on July 1st. Gavin was never one to celebrate his birthday. He was usually busy with work or just spent the day running his usual errands before cracking open a cold beer and mindlessly watching whatever he could find on TV at the end of the day.

You, however, hated the idea of him not doing anything special on a day where he should be appreciated and loved ten times more than normal. But Gavin made it difficult. Every year you asked him what he wanted to do and each time he said the same thing.

“I just want to spend time with you.”

It frustrated you to no end. You wanted to shower him with so much love and affection on his special day. You wanted to take him out and buy him as many gifts as possible to show how much you appreciated him being born, but he was so nonchalant about it all.

You knew the reason why. His birthdays as a child weren’t exactly filled with balloons, party hats, and clowns. There was no room for that sort of thing from what you knew and that made you want to celebrate his birthday even more. You wanted to show him that his existence was important.

“Go get cleaned up and I’ll have your super special birthday breakfast ready by the time you’re done!”

Gavin stood there for a moment contemplating his next move. He could go shower and enjoy a nice breakfast with you afterwards or he could workup an appetite partaking in something a little more lecherous. He wasn’t surprised at the sudden intrusion of salacious thoughts in his mind. You looked so cute in that pink apron and don’t think he didn’t notice that the large t-shirt you wore barely covered your boy shorts which outlined your ass perfectly.

“You could always join me.” He said in a low tone. The implications of his offer were not lost on you. It was impossible to ignore the tempting look in his eyes and the hands slowly reaching out to pull you against him. You backed away and folded your arms over your chest. You wouldn’t allow yourself to fall for his tactics when you had so much planned for today. Tickets to the “Stars and Planets” exhibit at the museum, dinner reservations at his favorite restaurant, and a night spent in a hotel room that overlooked the city. It was going to be perfect.

“No way, mister! I have a full day planned for us. Besides, I’m not done cooking.”

“I can wait.” He said with a bit of mischievousness evident in his voice.

You looked at him skeptically, placing a hand on your hip. Him waiting meant he’d get handsy and that was something you couldn’t afford, no matter how tempting the idea to have his hands run along your body sounded.

“No, you can’t.” He was never a patient person when it came to wanting you. Given the chance, he’d have you in his arms, carrying you off into the bathroom for what you suspect to be more than just a simple shower.

“Off you go, my sweaty birthday boy.” You said jokingly as you pushed him towards the bathroom. You were met with just a tiny bit of resistance from Gavin, but he reluctantly yielded to your demands.

“Alright, alright…” Poor thing sounded defeated.

You signed in relief as he walked into the bathroom. Now you could properly focus without him interfering with your plans. - You were able to finish cooking within twenty minutes. You took off your apron, admiring your handy work with a small smile. All his favorite breakfast foods were nicely prepared and ready to be eaten. They just needed to make its way to the table.

“Gav, foods ready!” You called out only for get silence in return.

“Honey?” You called out again and still nothing. Was he okay? It wasn’t like him to not answer. You anxiously walked over to the bathroom and realized it was empty. You could still feel the heat from the steamed room but the lights were off and Gavin was nowhere to be found. Your eyebrows furrowed as you made your way to the bedroom, the only other place he could be.

“Gavin, I swear if you-“

Your words were cut off by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around your waist. You squealed as you’re pulled into the bed.

That damn sneaky man.

Gavin nuzzled his face against yours, a strong smell of soap filling your nose. His damp hair brushed against your cheek and the warmth of his breath against your neck caused your spine to tingle. You laughed at the feel of ticklish kisses along your neck as you tried wiggling out of his hold. You quickly realized Gavin was only half dressed his torso warm and comfortable. It made you want to melt into him.

No, this was his way of getting what he wanted. You had to fight this or your perfect birthday meal would get cold.

“Baby, I don’t want the food to get cold.” You whined. He ignored you, the kisses slowly turning into small nibbles against your exposed neck. He knew your weakness all too well.

With a deft hand he slipped under your t-shirt surprised to come into contact with the swell of your breast. Gavin mentally cursed at the t-shirt realizing that was what deprived him of seeing you only wearing an apron. What he wouldn’t give to see your breasts spilling from the sides of the pink rabbit themed apron, wearing only a thong, but that was a fantasy he’d have to explore another time.

“Gav-ah…” He pinched your nipple roughly.

“Its my birthday, right? I think I deserve to eat my dessert early.” He whispered against your skin. You weren’t sure what he meant by that until you suddenly found yourself laying on your back at the edge of the bed and him kneeling on the carpeted floor with your legs draped over his shoulders. He wasted no time ridding you of your boy shorts, tossing them to the floor.

“Th-this wasn’t how this was supposed to go.” You wanted to sound irritated with Gavin’s antics but the way his lips pressed against your inner thigh, trailing dangerously close to the wetness between your legs, had your body screaming. All it would take was just one stroke and you’d be his to devour.

Gavin looked up at you from his position on the floor his golden eyes filled with lust.

“I want to eat what my girl has so graciously prepared for me...”

I know I could’ve continued! 🙈

This was actually going to go down a whole different route. It was going to be so wholesome with people like Eli and Minor making an appearance, but then I was like...NAH! I’ll probably save that part for next year! Thank you all for reading!

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Sequel to Push

Warnings: noncon sex, oral, violence, abuse, and death.

This is Lee Bodecker (who is already dark!af) and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The sheriff keeps coming around.

Note: Okay, so probably a three-parter. I didn’t intend for this to go beyond a one shot but same old story, eh.

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“Oh what the hell she says I just can't win for losing And she lays back down”

-Her Diamonds, Rob Thomas

🚔

You stared out the window. The trees along the edge of the yard were pale and barren, a sheet of frost laid over the ground. There was a wailing in your head. The tears blurred your vision and your fingernails curled into the lip of the sink.

"Goddamn it, girl," you flinched at your father's voice. "The kettle's fucking screaming."

You pushed yourself away from the sink and shook away the haze. You turned the knob and moved the kettle to the front burner. You took off the lid of the percolator and poured the piping water inside. You left the coffee to brew and turned your back to the stove.

"Are you alright?" Will asked as he cut up his eggs with his fork.

"She's fine. She just ain't wanna do her work." Your father growled through a mouthful. "Way she's been draggin' her ass lately like the rest of us ain't work a lot harder than rinsing a pan or sweeping a dang floor."

"I've been doing all that, daddy." You cringed after you spoke. Not just because you knew you're father wouldn't like it but because that word, 'daddy', tickled that memory in the back of your head.

"Try to do it without makin' a bigger mess," he snarled. "Your ma raised you better. She was still here, she'd be shakin' her head."

Not just at me, you thought but kept it to yourself. You turned and filled the four cups lined up with coffee. You set each before the men at the table. Your brothers thanked you, your father grumbled for the sugar. You set the dish in the centre of the table and backed away.

You would eat after them. A bowl of porridge with cinnamon as your daddy went to his shed and the boys drove into town. Your only peace for the day although you hadn't had any since that night.

Six days. You counted each in your head. Laying in your bed, sleepless. Even after almost a week, you still felt the Sheriff's intrusion. You were still sore; bruises on your ass and thighs, a hole deep in your being. You closed your eyes and you were bent over the chair or the table. Your skin crawled and your stomach flipped. You couldn't shake the terrible shadow from your mind.

They left without ado, the boys in an argument over Mr. Calver's new car and what year it was. You cleared the table and sat to make yourself eat. It was hard but after a two day fast, you'd almost passed out against the burning stove. So you ate without tasting and washed the dishes.

You found yourself gazing out the window again. Snow began to fall and you shivered. You looked down, your hands mindlessly in the dishwater that had long turned cold. You pulled the plug and dried your pruned hands.

The gravel crunched outside as the wind battered flakes against the window panes.

Your heart dropped. It used to be weeks between visits, sometimes a whole month. As of late, Sheriff Bodecker had taken to visiting more often. You were never very vain but you suspected it might be on your account. How could it not be?

You went to the door and peeked out the tall window beside it. It was him. The lights atop the cruiser and the emblem painted across the door. It was early but every visit was unexpected.

He looked at the house and you let go of the curtain. You pressed yourself to the door and listened. His footsteps trailed away and he knocked on the shed door. Your father answered in his usual gruff demeanor.

You felt brittle as you pushed away from the door. You walked to the stairs and looked up. The carpet was worn away by years of steps taken up and down. You leaned against the railing as you climbed. Don’t think about the man below and perhaps he wouldn’t think of you.

You took a cloth from the linen closet at the end of the hall and began to wipe down the plates that decorated the wall. Each was painted with a landmark; Niagara Falls, the Eiffel Tower, the Statue of Liberty, the Pyramids in Giza. You focused on cleaning each, even as your hands shook and your legs threatened to crumple.

His hands on you, his sickly sweet breath, his body crushed against you. You gripped the plate with the image of the Coliseum. You stared at the hundreds of windows, the falling facade. Your eye overflowed and the door below slammed.

You sniffed and set the plate back in the hooks. You wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater and wiped the top of the side table. Thick soles climbed the stairs and a figure stopped in your peripheral. You turned as Lee peered down at you, fingering the heel of his gun as he neared.

“Your pa said I could use the facility,” he said.

“Behind me,” you said quietly as you picked up the vase and wiped the inside.

“What’re you doin’? Tryna hide from me up here?” He tapped two fingers on the table.

You shook your head and put the pot down. You looked at the old sepia picture of your parents beside it.

“You know, I was wanting to come back sooner but… duty calls.” He lowered his voice as he leaned close, “There’s not much to do sittin’ around in the cruiser. I end up thinking of you. Wishin’ it was your hand down my pants instead of mine.”

“Sheriff,” you breathed. “Please, don’t--”

“You mad ‘cause I been gone, I get it. Not right of a man to be with a woman than just leave her waitin’,” he touched your cheek as you looked away. “You smell nice.”

“You better do your business and get goin’, sheriff,” you uttered. “I got laundry to do.”

“No point in actin’ all coy anymore,” his hand stretched over your jaw and he forced you to look at him. “And I can’t hold out much longer. You remember the river, where I take my break, you meet me there at midnight, after your pa’s asleep.”

“It’s snowing,” you argued.

“I don’t care if it’s a goddamn blizzard. You come find me or I find you,” he snarled and his hand slipped down to the top of your dress. He undid the top two buttons and squeezed your tits together as he watched them with a lewd leer. “I gotta pay more attention to these… but that ass is so nice.”

“My daddy--”

“Half drunk, as usual,” he huffed, “I could fuck you on his bed right now and he’d be none the wiser.” He purred and admired your tits as he bounced them. “Midnight… I’ll keep the car warm for you.”

He winked and dropped his hands, his palm brushing over the front of his pants and causing him to groan. He turned away and unbuckled his pants as he entered the bathroom. He kicked the door closed and you whimpered.

If your daddy found out what had happened, even if it was the Sheriff, he’d string you up by your knickers.

🚔

You found the flashlight under the stairs and waited until the house was filled with snores. The old standing clock ticked as you counted down the hours sat on the stairs across from the front door. The snow wasn’t thick but enough to make it slippery. With the night, the temperature dropped and seeped in around the windows. It would take you a while to get through the woods.

You opened the front door carefully. You wore the old hand-me-down coat and your heavy boots. You hated the forest after dark. When you were kids, your older brothers like to tell tales of grisly murders and other atrocious acts there. You’d since learn much of those were fantasy but it didn’t make them any less sinister.

You flipped the flashlight on as you neared the trees. You hit it twice to get the bulb alight. You pointed it ahead of you and followed the glow like a beacon. If your daddy knew what you were about, if your mama was alive to know it… you could hardly bear it yourself.

Your teeth chattered as the bitter wind swept under your skirt and you crossed your free arm over your middle. You hunched against the cold as flakes began to fall once more. You heard the river ahead of you and came out onto the dirty shore.

Bodecker’s cruiser sat waiting, his flashlight on the dash as it lit up the interior. You saw him in the yellow haze as you neared. He got out as he spotted you and rounded the car. His breath fogged before him and he rubbed his hands together.

“Got the heat on, not that you’ll be cold for long,” he said, “Come on,” he opened the back door and reached for the flashlight. You handed it to him as he waved you into the car. “On your back.”

He was out of pretense, out of patience. You sat and shimmied back on the seat. He got in behind you and pulled the door closed as he huddled on his knees on the seat. He was bent awkwardly as he grabbed at your skirt.

“Common, let’s get these off,” he reached up and grabbed the waist of your wool tights and jolted them down your thighs. “It’s so fucking cold. I don’t know we can keep to the car through the winter.” He left your tights at your knees and tore down your underwear. He pushed your legs up so they hung around him, the wool stretched across his stomach. “There’s a hotel in town. We can drive in…”

His voice trailed off as he fumbled with his pants. He grunted and planted a hand beside your head as he bent over you. He slapped the tip of his cock against your cunt as you turned your face away from him. You pressed your lips together. Better to have it done with.

“What’s the matter, girl?” He grabbed your chin and turned your head. “Open your eyes…” he rubbed his nose against yours and pushed against your entrance. “Look at your daddy, girl.”

“Please--” You opened your eyes and begged. “Please, don’t make--”

He impaled you and let out a long groan. You yelped and as you curled beneath him and he sank to his limit. It hurt just as much as before. He hit the same bruises as he began to thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said with each tilt of his hips, “You don’t know how I’ve been thinking about you.”

He pushed himself up as he continued to move against you. He unzipped your coat and unbuttoned your blouse with some difficulty. He ripped your jacket, shirt, and brassiere strap down your shoulder. He grabbed your tit as it fell loose and toyed with your nipple. He flicked with his thumb and circled the hard nub.

“You need to dress yourself up, girl,” He purred between thick breaths. “Show off what you got. Just for me, no one else.”

“I can’t-- I can’t--” You squealed as he sped up and sent a pang up your spine. “Ow, ow, ow.”

“I ain’t care about your pa,” he murmured, “I’ll buy you something nice, hmmm? Then I can fuck you in that.”

You blinked away the tears as they threatened. This man could use your body but he wouldn’t see you cry. You hadn’t truly done that since your mama’s funeral.

The car rocked with him. He crushed you into the seat as his feet hit the door. He was too tall to be crammed in the back of the cruiser atop you but it barely seemed to matter. The leather of his coat squeaked as he hammered into you and the scent of his sweat permeated the air.

He dropped down on you, smothering you as his hips kept going. He nuzzled your ear and gave a throaty grunt. He came and slapped the seat beside your head. He slowed and went limp over you, out of breath as he shuddered.

“Mmm, can I use my cuffs on you next time, girl?” He lifted his head and tickled your temple. “Hmm? You can be my perp?”

You stared at him, mortified. You nodded, unable to speak.

“Tomorrow,” he rasped, “I won’t wait another week.”

🚔

Your nights belonged to the Sheriff and the days had never truly been your own. Two weeks of his sick game, trekking through the dark, cold woods to his cruiser by the frozen river. Face down on his seat, cuffs behind your back, him behind you, on top of you.

That day, he’d been by to see your father. He found you in the kitchen before he went. “Forget the underwear tonight, girl.” That was all he said before he left you to dread him again.

The same path, the same bobbing light before you, the knot deep in your gut. You were as sick with yourself as you were with him. You let him use you. Maybe you didn’t have a choice but you didn’t fight. You just laid there and waited for him to finish.

As you walked through the woods, you still jumped at every snapped twig and every rustle. It all seemed louder that night. The wind was wild and the branches shook above, no leaves left to block the moonlight.

He took your jacket off that night. You shivered and he cuffed your hands behind your back. He bent you over the hood and hiked up your skirt. Your thigh highs began to sag as he entered you. Your cheek nearly stuck to the cold metal of the car as he pushed your head down.

“Fuck yeah, girl, you like when daddy fucks you?” He snarled as he slapped your ass. The open zipper of his jacket brushed your skin and his pants scratched the top of your thighs. “Hmm, you like being a whore?” He tugged on the cuffs as he fucked you harder. “That’s it.”

He snorted and slowed. You sensed a disturbance and he reached to his loose belt.

“Who’s there?” He called out as he slipped out of you.

“I fucking knew you was sneakin’ around,” Your father’s voice cut through the air. “Might be with a policeman but it don’t make it any better, you tramp.”

You tried to stand and Bodecker pushed you back down. “She’s a grown woman and times are changin’, Rhett. Why don’t you go back home? You know I’ll get her there safe.”

“Home? Uh uh, she can stay out in the cold. I won’t have no whore under my roof.”

“Now, let’s not be rash, Rhett, I’ll take care of her. You won’t have to. I was just--”

“Everyone knows about you, Lee,” your father barked, “This where you take your other whores?”

“I’m a changed man,” Bodecker insisted and you heard a subtle snap. You watched as their shadows got closer in the dark lit up only by the flashlight thrown onto the ground. “She’s--”

“You can keep her. Maybe you can find a man who will buy or sell her when you’re done.”

“Don’t be sayin’ that--”

“You fat fuck, don’t you--”

You were deafened by the sudden bang and your ears rang as your father’s body slumped to the floor. You stood with some trouble and stumbled back. You heard your father gasping as he twitched in the dirt. Bodecker turned and caught you before you could stepped away from the hood.

“I didn’t tell you to get up,” He growled as he bent you over the hood again.

“Daddy!” You cried out. “What did you do? Daddy--”

“I told you,” he pressed the gun to your head and poked around until he slid back inside you, “He ain’t your daddy no more.”

Your boots kicked in the dirt as he fucked you. The cold metal of the gun had you frozen, your eyes on your father’s body as the life slowly drained from him. You closed your eyes as his last, moist breaths escaped him. You bit down; you couldn’t cry, not even then.

You didn’t even notice as Bodecker finished and backed away. As his cum leaked from you and your legs folded. You fell onto the cold ground and he hauled you up into the back seat. He slammed the door and got in the front.

“Daddy…” You muttered.

“Pity. You never know what scoundrels are hanging out in the woods after dark,” Bodecker said as he started the car. “That’s some bad news to wake up to, isn’t is, girl?”

“Wh-why-why?” You stammered.

“Shhhh, you gotta be quiet, girl,” he coaxed, “‘Specially when drop you off. Better not wake any of your brothers, right?” He was quiet for a moment and cleared his throat loudly, “Right?”

“Right,” you whispered as your sticky thighs rubbed together, “Right, right, right…”

🚔

“Now, girl, you go inside and put your clothes in a bag and wash yourself up.” Those were Bodecker’s instructions as he dropped you off.

You didn’t remember doing it but you awoke with damp sheets and a bag by your bed. You rolled over, stiff from the night spent tense and rolling back and forth. It hadn’t really been sleep. More shock.

You laid there. Numb. You heard the gurgling again. Saw the lifeless black form of your father’s body in the dirt. It wasn’t real. You’d go downstairs and he’d be there. Once you put on the coffee he’d get up and demand a cup. It couldn’t be real.

You sat up and kicked the bag under your bed. You wore the grey dress with the pleats, a black sweater over it, with black stockings, and your mary janes. You descended the stairs one at a time and put the kettle on the stove. You stared out the window. It had snowed more in the last hours of the night.

You got out the tray of eggs and the sausages. You searched for the large skillet and Will walked in with a yawn. He was always the first up. You stared at him as he sat at the table. You tried to say something, maybe you said ‘good morning’, and then you went back to your work.

Arn and Cal came shortly after. None of the three mentioned your father’s absence. It wasn’t that unusual. Sometimes he drank too much, sometimes he had been up for hours or hadn’t slept at all. You served them and added the bacon grease to the jar of lard.

Where was he? He couldn’t be there. In the dirt. In his own blood. Dead. No, he was going to come right through that door.

You heard the tires before the knock. Your heart raced as reality closed in around you. Arn got up to answer it and came back with the sheriff. He didn’t even acknowledge you as he nodded at the men around the table.

“Pa’s not awake yet,” Will said and chewed the edge of a strip of bacon.

“Well, I think…” Bodecker hooked his thumb in his belt, his stomach sticking out awkwardly, “I think we need to talk about your pa. Can I sit?”

“Course, sir,” Cal said, “Should be enough fixins if you want some.”

“No, no thank you,” Bodecker sat heavily and sighed. He was an effective actor. “Look, your pa… well, we don’t know exactly what happened but… we all agree he must’ve been drunk.”

“What’s goin’ on?” Arn snipped, “What do you mean? Pa is here--”

“You remember when he went to bed last night?” Bodecker asked.

“Well…” Cal frowned and looked at his brother. “Well, I think I laid down before him.”

“Me too,” Arn said.

“I’m always the first asleep,” Will added. “Same with my sister.”

You gulped as the sheriff finally looked at you. “Well, you know we had them flyers around town for the longest time about the woods. About the criminals we got hangin’ around these days and there’s really no easy way for me to say it but it looks like your pa ran into one of them last night.”

“All the way out in the woods? But why?” Cal asked.

Arn’s nostrils flared as he shook his head. “Because he got no sense. You remember last summer. We found him face down in a bog out there. Took the three of us to get him out.”

“Yeah, but so late…”

“You know how he’s been since ma.” Will intoned.

You were dizzy. You grabbed onto the counter as your legs turned to liquid and you cried out. “No!” You fell to your knees and touched your forehead. You knew it was real, you’d seen it, but you had wanted so badly for it to have been a dream. A nightmare.

Will was the first at your side. Bodecker helped him lifted you back to your feet and get you to a chair. Arn and Cal watched in concern.

“You sure it was our pa?” Arn asked.

“I’ll save you the sight. I can assure you it’s him.” Bodecker said as he rubbed your shoulder and Will stood over you. “She should be fine. Get her some water. It’s the shock. You know the ladyfolk and their temperaments. They aren’t so equipped for things like this.”

“Any idea who? Why?” Arn prodded.

“Don’t think your pa had the sense to take his wallet but his belt buckle was gone and we can’t be sure what else they took,” Bodecker took your hand and caressed the back of it, “Honey, you drink tea? You want your brothers’ get you some?”

“I-- I--- You--You--” You stuttered.

“Come on, boys, let’s get her laying down,” Bodecker said as he stood. “She’s just havin’ a moment.”

Will and Cal lifted you out of the chair and carried you to the sofa in the front room. You were stiff as a board as they angled you onto the cushion and you could only babble at the ceiling.

“Go get that tea going, Will,” Bodecker ordered, “Cal, you go get her something to keep her warm.” Arn stood in the doorway and watched. “And Arn, get some wood for the fire. We should get it going.”

The boys dispersed as you laid across the couch. Bodecker touched your shoulder and you latched onto his wrist.

“You--” You hissed.

“Shhh, I only did what I had to. What you made me do,” he whispered, “‘cause you weren’t careful.”

You turned your head back and forth and squirmed. “No, no, no! You raped me! You killed my daddy!’

He covered your mouth and leaned over you. “Shut up! Shut up!” He sneered and his other hand went to your throat. “Now you got your clothes in a bag.” You nodded with wide eyes. “Good. I’m gonna take your brothers into town and you’re gonna burn them. Got it?” You nodded again. “And you’re gonna shut up.”

He released you roughly and stood as Cal came in with a blanket and tossed it over you. Bodecker helped straighten it and looked around.

“Think y’all should come back with me. We can get you sorted at the station then see about the caretaker.”

“All that already?” Arn asked.

“I ain’t rushing. Bodies don’t keep long, though. Investigations neither. We’ll get some statements from you boys and you’ll be free to choose what you wanna do from there.”

🚔

Will stayed home from school to keep watch over you. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. When your ma died, you didn’t feel this empty. You had cried for her, mourned for her. But now all you could do was sit there. Was it your fault? Even if Bodecker had pulled the trigger, you had brought your father there. You had been so concerned with keeping the sheriff from telling your secret, you had failed to hide it yourself.

Bodecker stopped by almost daily. He claimed it was to ask more questions or check on the family but you didn’t miss the way he looked at you. The way he made the excuse to be in the same room when he talked to your brothers. The way he shifted on his feet and peered around the house in silent triumph.

On the fifth day, you made Will go to school. He shouldn’t miss class because of you. He was the only one out of the boys who had ever read a book full through. So you saw them off, a proper breakfast for them for the first time since that horrifying morning, and you went about the list of undone chores.

You looked out the window at the shed. Your daddy never said much to you but you were used to his presence; the noise of his activity just outside. You couldn’t blame him for his faults, he’d fought a war, he’d worked hard, and he’d lost a wife. And now he was dead because of you.

You were scrubbing the floor when you heard the engine and the rubber treads on snow. You didn’t stop as you tried to scour away the salt stains and layer of dirt from the hallway. Boots clambered up the stairs and you kept your head down.

No knock, no warning as Bodecker opened the door. You looked up at him as he kicked the snow off his feet.

“You’re up and about today,” he said in a pandering tone.

You said nothing and focused on your work. He took off his jacket and hung it on the rack in the corner. He wiped his boots on the mat and watched you. He hummed as he tapped his toe.

“I like that. You on all fours.” He taunted.

You sat back on your heels and dropped the rag in the bucket. “I got cleaning to do, Sheriff, and if you don’t recall, my daddy’s gone… for good.”

“Oh, I know it,” he said as you lifted the pail and he followed you to the kitchen. “But do you? Do you really know it?”

You dumped the water down the sink and plunked the empty bucket on the floor. “I know it and I know who done it. I saw you. How could you?”

“Your brother Arn’s gonna get the house in the will. He’ll be lookin’ for a wife soon. Means Cal’s gonna have to get his own place, take Will with him or get a wife of his own. And you? Where does that leave you?”

“There’s jobs for me out there, I can clean, I can cook, I’m sure I could waitress,” you argued as you crossed to him. You grabbed his arms and tried to shove him. “Go. You don’t need to worry about me. I’d prefer it if you left me alone all together. You got what you wanted, Sheriff.”

“Not all of it,” he smirked. “You gonna drive yourself mad with all this.”

“What do you care?” You slapped his chest with both hands. “You don’t care about no one but you. You killed him!” You hit him again, “You killed him!”

He grabbed your upper arms and shook you. “You shut up about that now. You say anything again and you’ll be lyin’ beside him. If that ain’t enough, I’ll put your brothers there first.”

You reeled as if he’d slapped you. Your lip quivered and you sucked it in to keep from sobbing. “What do you want from me? I never wanted any of this.”

“You can’t know what you want, girl,” he wrenched you back and turned as he dragged you through to the living room. “So let me show you what you want. What your new daddy can do for you.”

“Get off of me!” You wrestled with him as he angled you around the couch. He shoved you and you fell back onto the cushions. “Leave me alone!”

He forced you back as you tried to stand and grabbed your chin. He squeezed as he looked down at you.

“Take them bloomers off now,” he ordered. “And hush your mouth.” You gaped up at him. He turned his hand and rested it against your cheek. “There’s one sure way to knock some sense into a woman,” he slapped you lightly, “You can decide if this lesson is an easy one or not.”

You sat back as you shrugged away his hand. You winced and lifted your pelvis and slipped off your underwear. As you did, your stockings bunched at your knees. Lee watched you with thick breath and purred. He knelt down and pushed your legs apart.

“Put your arms up. Just across the couch. Relax.” He directed as he got closer. “I wanna show you somethin’ makes the girls happy.”

“What are you--”

“You stop asking questions before I make it so you can’t. Now,” he squeezed your knees and his hands slipped up your thighs as he urged them further apart, “Just don’t think. Just sit there.”

He lifted your skirt over your head, one hand still on your legs. His warm breath tickled your pelvis and you squirmed. He pinched you and you exclaimed. You stilled and he slid his tongue down your cunt and poked between your folds. You choked on air as he dragged the tip of his tongue around your bud and your legs tense as your feet tried to arch in your flats.

He delved more firmly into your pussy and you grabbed onto the sofa. Your heart sped up and you pushed your pelvis out without thinking. You looked down at his head draped in your skirt as his mouth made sloppy noises. You felt a strange tingle as he kept on and your neck was pricked as you filled with guilt. It should feel good, whatever he was doing.

“Stop, please, Sheriff,” you begged.

He lapped hungrily as he ignored you and his hands gripped your hips. He pushed you into the couch as he devoured you and drew your pleasure to a point on his tongue. Your breath hitched and you moaned without thinking. You wanted him to stop but more, you wanted him to keep going.

And he did. He seemed to enjoy it just as much as your core pulsed. Your fingers dug into the cushion and your toes curled. You cried out, a voice that didn’t sound like yours, and rocked your pelvis against his face as you were overcome with delirium. You’d never felt so delicious.

Every ounce of strength drained from you. You panted as you slouched against the couch and he pulled away. Your skirt slipped from his head and his lips shone with your juices. He rubbed your legs and watched you writhe as your nerves were overwrought.

He stood with a grunt and unbuckled his belt. He licked his lips and tilted his head. “I knew you wanted me and now you know it too,” he said, “Now you show me that ass. You know I can’t resist.”

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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years

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Femme Fatale - Ch 2 / 2

Pairing: Alex x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: Sub!Alex, Domme!Reader, pegging, blow job on a dildo, praise kink, bondage, cock bondage, spreader bar, dirty talk about exhibitionism, degradation Word Count: 3.2k Created for: @spnkinkbingo - Praise Kink | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Blindfolds

A/N: Thank you so much for being my first ever commission Sin! I've had a lot of fun tackling this challenge because I've never written a Domme!reader before but I really appreciate you trusting me with your idea, and I hope I do it justice ❤️

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Alex has been waiting so patiently. Since he and Y/N had gone to Femme Fatale a few weeks ago, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about everything he saw there. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what he saw Jared doing – or more accurately, what he saw being done to Jared.

Seeing Jared submit so publicly to all those people had been mesmerising; Jensen watching on proudly from the sidelines, offering Jared encouragement and praise when Jared finally couldn’t take it any longer and asked permission to cum. Jared had spurted into Jensen’s hand, held just below him while some tiny thing continued to pound into him from behind, her own domme egging her on the whole time, and then Jared had dutifully licked Jensen’s hand clean for him when he was finished. Alex had thought he was going to cream his shorts just from watching but he’d managed to restrain himself until they got home and Y/N had ridden him until they were both shuddering and sated.

He’s been dreaming about it, waking up hard every morning since that night. And not just semi-chubbed up – achingly, maddeningly, rock-solid and leaking. It’s gotten him into trouble, because he hasn’t been able to resist touching himself when he’s that hard up, and he’s not allowed to do that. Y/N had actually brought home a cock cage the night before for him to sleep in, so he didn’t wind up breaking his rules and ruining her plans for him. She can’t very well give him what he’s been dreaming about for weeks if he’s misbehaving.

Y/N had brought home a few other things last night along with the cock cage – she’d clearly enjoyed her shopping trip a little too much. The object of his fantasies is now sitting in front of him in the centre of their bed, black and threatening against the crisp, pale linens of the rest of the bedroom. The strap-on was a good size. Alex had been nervous that Y/N would be too cautious, too gentle with him, and get something shamefully small, but she hadn’t. Caution has never been her style anyways. He’s already getting ahead of himself imagining what it will be like to take something even bigger.

Alex is wearing the other new addition to their collection, a silicone plug that has been holding him open for the past hour or so while he kneels, waiting, at the foot of the bed. He had settled easily into the familiar position, his ankles and knees spread wide and in line while he sat back lightly on the spreader bar holding his legs apart. Being held open like this, he has to concentrate on staying tight so the plug doesn’t slip out. He knows if it does, he’ll be punished.

Y/N is in the shower, part of her ritual when they plan longer play sessions like this. She leaves Alex to sit and settle into his headspace while she uses the steam and the quiet to find her own. At the sound of the hairdryer, Alex feels his cock try to harden inside its restraint. That sound means Y/N is almost ready for him, and it’s a conditioned response by now, the excited heat he feels creeping under his skin. The sound of the door opening and closing comes a moment later, and Alex’s cock gives another smothered leap. She’s in the room with him now.

The scrape of blunt nails across the short hairs at the nape of his neck makes Alex shake, and the cuffs on his wrists and ankles rattle. He tries to crane his head back to see her but she pulls away, and he knows that means he’s not supposed to look yet.

“Have you been good for me, baby boy?” Y/N’s voice rings sweetly above him, sinking into his veins like a shot of something cool and calm. She’s using Jensen’s nickname for Jared again, the name he’s come to associate with this act. With dildos and harnesses and boys on their knees showing off how good they can be when they’re told what to do – when they’re owned like he and Jared are.

“Yes, Mistress,” Alex answers steadfastly. He has been good, he knows he has. He has been perfect for her.

“Yes, I can see you have been,” and he can hear the smile in Y/N’s voice, even though she still won’t move to where he can see her. He gasps suddenly but manages to choke it off before he gets too loud. Y/N had bent down to tap against his plug, nudging it maddeningly close to his prostate. “Good boy,” Y/N drops a small kiss to his shoulder in recognition of his efforts to keep quiet.

Alex savours the compliment, smiling proudly until a wisp of black trails up his back and over his eyes – his blindfold. He instantly deflates as Y/N secures the tie at the back of his head. He wants to see her. Well really, he wants to see her with a cock jutting out from her hips. He desperately hopes this doesn’t mean he won’t get to do that. A sharp tug on his cock sends Alex’s back rigid again as he tries to hold in the cry of shock at the sudden pain, however short lived.

“If you’re going to mope, we can stop right now,” Y/N speaks gently against his ear. She’s not mean about it, not cruel or teasing, she’s simply informing him.

“No, sorry, I’m sorry,” Alex sits as straight as he can manage, shoulders back, thighs and spine tensed.

“It’s okay, baby boy,” Y/N slips the back of her hand across his cheek and down his chest before pulling away. The creak of the bed springs tell Alex that she’s climbed on, hopefully, he prays as fervently as he can, to retrieve the strap-on she’d left him to contemplate this whole time. There’s moving and rustling and breathing but it’s all muddling together in his ears. He can’t make out where anything is, what anything is. He can only wait.

Something firm brushes against his lips. Y/N is in front of him now, and, he hopes, wearing the harness. The dildo is what’s pressing at his lips, and it is pressing now, not just brushing against them. Y/N wants him to let her in. He does, with relish.

“Good boy,” Y/N intones above him, her hands reaching for his head and combing through his hair. She doesn’t try directing him at first, just lets him explore the toy on his own. The silicone feels odd against his lips, it dries too quickly every time he pulls back so his mouth catches against its veins on each push back in. He isn’t sure how much of it he’s managing to fit into his mouth but he finds his limit fairly quickly, accidentally gagging himself and having to pull off.

“Sorry,” he pants, wishing he could wipe the spit that’s dripping down his chin, but his arms are still tied to the bar behind him. He must look so pathetic right now. His cock gives another twinge in its cage.

“It’s okay baby boy, try again, you can do it.” Y/N reassures him gently and pulls his mouth back to the toy. This time, when he reaches his limit and starts to pull away, Y/N stops him. She grips his hair tightly and holds the back of his head still on her cock. Alex gags again but stays still, and after a moment the intrusion doesn’t feel as bothersome. “Good boy,” Y/N murmurs above him, and Alex’s chest swells with warmth. “Just take a little more for me, baby boy. There we go,” Y/N eases him down just a fraction, and Alex starts to suck to distract his throat from wanting to push the toy out the other way.

“Fuck, you look so good like this baby,” Y/N sighs above him, petting his hair in appreciation. “Can just imagine how jealous all those guys at the club would be, seeing you suck me down so good. They’d all want a turn. It’s a shame to have you waste such a pretty mouth on a cock that can’t even feel it.” Alex moans around the toy and Y/N lets him pull back to suckle at the head. “You tryin’ to make me cum, baby boy?” Y/N laughs as Alex nods. “Such a fucking cumslut, aren’t you? Perfect fucking toy for that club.”

Alex’s mouth is suddenly empty and the air around him grows still and cold. He wants to call out, ask where she’s gone, but he doesn’t dare. Y/N keeps him waiting, testing him to see if he can behave, if he can keep quiet.

He passes.

The restraints holding his wrists to the bar click as Y/N undoes the buckles. She carefully rubs each wrist and moves the arm gently back and forth so she doesn’t shock his joints, before placing each hand palm down on the bed in front of him.

“Stand up, and keep bent over.” Alex pushes up from his knees onto his toes gracefully, in a move reminiscent of a yoga transition, and sinks his head and shoulders to the mattress, back arching and feet still widespread, leaving his ass open and on display. Arousal courses through him from the depth of the submission in this position. “So pretty,” Y/N coos. “I’ll have to bring a camera next time.” Next time. Alex’s blood sings at the promise, and he hasn’t even been fucked yet.

A fingernail trails lightly over the head of his cock through its cage, and he groans, unable to hold it in. That earns him a smack right over the plug sticking out of his exposed hole. He can’t stop the moan that follows that either, and Y/N repeats the motion harder, and harder again.

“C’mon baby, if you’re gonna moan like a little bitch then at least try to sound sexy while you do it,” she sneers behind him. Alex feels his body flame red under the insult. “You just sound like a slut. There’s plenty of those to go around, nothing making you special.” Alex cries out at the next hit and feels a spurt of precome force its way out of his cock. “That’s more like it,” Y/N praises, and he sighs in relief that he got it right.

The next sound Alex hears is the snick of a plastic cap – lube – he clenches just thinking about it. Then the plug in him is being twisted, swirled and thrust in and out of him teasingly. He moans again, now that he has permission, and Y/N pumps the plug in even harder as a reward. His ass doesn’t want to let it go when she pulls it away, oh so slowly, but it’s almost immediately replaced with her finger. It’s much thinner than the plug, and Alex feels his hole fluttering around it wantonly, silently begging for more, which she readily gives.

A second finger follows quickly and easily. The third is tougher, this time it’s a stretch, but the tight pain sends another shot of warmth through his cock and leaks out of the tip onto the bed. Y/N notices.

“You like that, baby boy?” she asks, sugar sweet. Alex nods and whines, and her fingers leave him instantly.

“Yes, Mistress!” he corrects, arching his back to try to find her fingers. She obliges him and pushes them in again.

“You think you’re ready?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answers properly, fucking himself back into her hand.

“Okay,” she withdraws her fingers and gives his butt a soothing pat. “On the bed, on your back for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Alex turns to sit on the bed and hoists himself back until he can feel their pillows and headboard behind him. He lays down, bending his knees and pulling them back to his chest. The bed dips below him as Y/N climbs on too, crawling between Alex’s legs. Another click, more lube drips down his ass, the cool liquid pooling on the covers as it runs off his ass. He feels the dildo press against his hole and he holds his breath.

The first nudge inside of him is strange. It’s thicker and rounder than anything he’s had back there before. The second little push is uncomfortable, and Alex scrunches his eyes shut, even though, with the blindfold on, it doesn’t make much difference. Y/N’s hands smooth up the backs of his thighs, rubbing gently, soothing the tension that had rocketed through them a moment before. After a few seconds of sympathetic touching Alex manages to relax, and he feels the dildo slip a little further inside of him.

Y/N keeps up soft cooing noises under her breath, making sure Alex knows how good he’s being, what a perfect baby boy he’s being for her. The praise makes him glow, and helps him forget the pain that’s still pulsing dully between his legs.

“I think you deserve a little reward, for being so good,” Y/N whispers when she’s finally pushed the toy all the way in, her hips flush with his.

“Can I see you?” Alex asks desperately. “Wanna look at you Mistress, please.”

“That’s what you want?” Y/N laughs, a little creully. “I was going to take this off,” her fingers skim over his balls and the cock cage keeping him soft and Alex jumps under the touch, “but if you want the blindfold off instead…” Y/N trails off, leaving the choice up to him. Alex falters, caught out by his own eagerness. If Y/N doesn’t take the cage off him now, she might not take it off at all. But on the other hand, the thought of not being able to see her the rest of the night… not being able to watch her fucking him, to see the cock pushing in and out of his body, the same sight he’d been so transfixed by when he was watching it happen to Jared… he needs to see it.

“The blindfold,” Alex whimpers as Y/N continues to tease his cock through the metal rings clamped around it. “Take off the blindfold, please, Mistress.”

“As you wish.”

Alex blinks up at Y/N’s smiling face as his eyes adjust to the light in the room. She looks fucking sexy. She’s in the same lingerine that she’d worn to Femme Fatale that night, the set he’d picked out for her to wear, and the addition of the leather harness at her hips is unfairly attractive. Alex glances down to their hips, takes in the sight of his cock lying limp against his stomach in its little metal prison, and skims further down to catch a glimpse of shiny black poking out from between their bodies. He swallows hard. This was absolutely the right decision.

“Like what you see baby boy?” Y/N taunts, swivelling her hips just a little to pull a groan from him as the dildo rubs against his prostate.

“Fuck yes,” Alex whines, the sound catching high in his throat and pouring out of him raggedly.

“Gonna let me fuck you now?” she asks sweetly, swinging her hips again.

“Fucking please, Mistre– fuck!” Alex shouts as Y/N pulls out and pistons her hips back in harshly. The pain is still there but the sharp strike of the toy inside him sends something like lightning up his spine that drowns out any other feeling his body is trying to conjure.

“Such a dirty mouth,” Y/N pants, beginning to sound out of breath as she fucks his ass relentlessly. “Love that about you, baby. Let me hear you.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” That’s the only word Alex can remember right now. He’s been waiting for this, dreaming about this, for so long and now it’s finally happening he can’t hold himself back. His cock aches and his head goes fuzzy as all the blood in his body tries to drain to his groin to get him hard but the cage keeps him soft and passive. It doesn’t stop him from leaking precum all over his stomach though. It’s dripping down his side, pooling in his belly button, leaving him slick and sticky and fucking humiliated the more he looks at it. Y/N catches where he’s looking and smirks, running her fingers through the offending liquid and bringing it to his lips.

“Look at this fucking mess, such a needy little slut aren’t you?” Alex whimpers and nods, head jerking back as Y/N pushes his hips up so she can get even deeper. “Like my cock in your ass baby boy?” Alex nods again, lost for words and breath. “Can’t wait to see how much more this slutty little hole can take. Maybe it can take two? What do you think about that, me and someone else fucking you open so you’re all loose and used up?”

Y/N’s monologue has Alex gasping for air. He’s always found her voice sexy, and when she paints these pictures for him, how can he not fall straight in and give himself up to the pleasure she’s promising?

“Wanna get you a cock that’s so big I can see it inside you.” Y/N runs her hand over his stomach, through the sticky mess he’s leaking over his happy trail. “Wanna see it right here, punching up inside you, filling you up so good.” Alex groans, pushing up into her hand and pushing his hips back onto her cock. “That’s it baby, fuck yourself for me, good boy.”

Alex is starting to get dizzy. The physical exertion and the immense pleasure and the tinge of pain and lack of hard on to channel everything into has him thrown off, and achingly desperate – obviously just how Y/N wants him. Then, without warning, the pressure on his cock disappears and it fills so rapidly it’s painful and without the chance to even think about asking for permission he’s cumming in long pulses, shooting up his chest and onto his lips and his chin. He thinks he screamed but he can’t be sure and then everything goes orange and red and splotchy, and then white.

Alex blinks awake in the semi-dark, the blue glow of Y/N’s laptop illuminating her baggy t-shirt and messy hair as she sits up in bed reading. It takes him a moment to orient himself, to remember how to move his fingers and toes but he finally manages to drag himself closer to Y/N.

“Hey there, sleepy head,” she grins down at him, and reaches out to stroke his hair off his forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Completely dead,” Alex breathes. “In a good way,” he adds when he catches the tinge of worry flit across Y/N’s face. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, baby boy,” Y/N leans down and brushes his lips in a soft kiss. “So, you want to do that again?”

“Absolutely,” Alex sighs, snuggling into Y/N’s side and wrapping his arms around her like a teddy bear.

“Good,” Y/N pushes away her laptop and settles into the cuddle, curling up in Alex’s arms like a happy little spoon. “Because I’ve got some ideas.”

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chrisevansgoodgirl · 3 years

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i am incredible

summary: these two sluts were not as sly as they thought they were being

warnings: so much smut. cheating discussions. anal shit. choking. that daddy stuff.

word count: about 10,250

pairing: andy barber x reader

a/n: (never again will i pick a song to use if it’s unreleased but honestly, you guys weren’t even supposed to like this. i didn’t know anyone would want more than one chapter) part 1, part 2, part 3

You weren’t sleeping, you’d just been pretending for all of five minutes before Andy got too impatient. He kissed your cheek and you didn’t move. He kissed the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your collarbone, and you didn’t move. Then, he pressed a soft, wet, open-mouthed kiss to one of your nipples and your body instinctively arched up for more.

Pulling away, he chuckled.

You finally opened your eyes, sighing. “Seriously?” He’d woken you up several times throughout the night. Since it had always been with his fingers at your clit, you decided not to complain.

But now, six in the morning, you were just shy of exhausted. How did he want to fuck you this many times? It seemed a blur now, you truly could no longer put a number on how many times you had been wrapped around his cock.

He didn’t say a word, just proceeded to repeat his actions to the opposite breast.

“Daddy,” you breathed.

He glanced up at you.

“Fuck me.” Okay, so, yes, he was waking you up a little too often but that didn’t mean that you didn’t like the reason behind it. Besides, each time, he’d rolled you over on top of him. You didn’t want that, you wanted him pinning you flat down to the mattress with his body, fucking you in all the ways he promised he would.

Smirking, he placed his hand on your hip to get you on top of him.

You grabbed his wrist, shaking your head. “Like this, fuck me like this.” You took his hard cock in your other hand, pulling him toward your pussy.

Slowly, he sunk into you, watching your face to make sure it wasn’t too much for you to handle.

“Fuck,” you breathed, “fuck, fuck, fuck—” Still such a tight fit. You were sore, especially between your legs, but you couldn’t stop wanting more of him. It made no sense to you, you’d never experienced need like this. You’d never wanted to fuck someone after you’d already fucked them. All the losers you’d been with before, the idea of being intimate with them after sex made you sick.

When he was pressed flush against you, you brought your hands up to his shoulders. “Daddy, you feel so good.”

“Yeah?” he muttered against your cheek. You smiled as he kissed all over your face. You were getting used to his beard against your skin, it might have still hurt, but you were starting to like it.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

At that same agonizing pace, he pulled his hips back and you whimpered as his cock slipped completely out of you. The next second, he slammed back in. Your scream was one of surprise and pleasure, a sound you immediately tried to clamp your mouth closed on. You clung to him, arms wrapping over his shoulders and he smirked. Andy was a man who needed to be needed and you more than fit that bill.

He repeated this several times. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, your wet pussy eagerly taking his cock, your shameless moans, his gravelly grunts.

“Choke me, daddy.”

One of his hands came up, circling your neck. He thrust harder to elicit those same desperate sounds from you, the ones so loud even lack of oxygen couldn’t stop them from spilling from your opened mouth.

He fucked you like this until you were coming, a slow, gentle end that left you shaking underneath him. You theorized this had to be reaching the 20 range in this small 24-hour time span. It was a lot, more than you could wrap your mind around, you trusted him. You knew Andy would take care of you, so you never once asked him to slow down.

As your head rolled back, as he continued thrusting into you for his end, he kissed all over your jaw and his hand tightened. You always knew what that meant, his hips began to snap up harder as further proof. Soon, he was spilling into you, grunting softly, as you touched him wherever you could reach.

He kissed his way up your skin back to your mouth until you had to break away because you just couldn’t stop smiling. “You good?”

You nodded. “The best I’ve ever been.”

He glanced down and sighed, preparing to move his body from yours. “I’m gonna wake up before you again, and I’m sure I’ll be hard. Again.”

“Good. Fuck me awake.”

He looked back up, eyebrows lifted. “Really?”

“Really.”

“I might have to fuck you again after hearing that before I can fall back asleep.”

You snorted. “Well, I have no objections to that.”

It had been three weeks of pure bliss and you just couldn’t stop smiling. Ever. For even a second. Well, obviously you were busy doing other things with Andy, but whenever you were alone, grocery shopping, taking Jacob for a walk, anything else, you were smiling like an idiot.

You’d only seen Jacob a handful of times. Andy knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer. People were going to notice that you were at the house, but Jacob wasn’t. He just wanted a little bit of time with you.

But with Laurie being gone, you had to be extra cautious. You couldn’t show up at his work, especially not without an assignment as an excuse like the last time. That meant Andy had to indulge your fantasies as well as he could at the house.

He was working one morning but promised he would let you know when he was done. For nearly an hour, you were naked on the bed, peering into your closet for an outfit. Only, his text came before you had located that slip of lingerie and you had the bright idea to forget clothing completely.

Besides, once Jacob was back, you’d never be able to do this. You walked downstairs to Andy’s office, shameless, naked, with obvious impure intentions.

He stopped typing as soon as you opened the door.

“So…I need legal advice.”

He scoffed. “Cute.”

You moved in, pressing the door shut behind you. He shifted and swallowed audibly, eyes glued to your swaying hips as you moved closer. “But I am very poor…there’s only one way I could think to pay you for your time.”

Rolling his eyes, he pushed back in his chair. It was an invitation for you to climb on top of him. You straddled his lap, using his shoulders for balance, and immediately, your mouths connected. Andy’s hands roamed along your thighs and ass, and you ground your cunt against his cock until he was hard.

You set your feet to the floor and stood only to tear his pants out of your way. You were about to toss his belt aside, but he pulled it away from you. After you pulled his cock out from his pants, you watched his face as you crawled back onto his lap.

“What are you doing with the belt, daddy?”

One hand grabbed your hip and he jerked you closer before his hand moved down to find his cock. He didn’t say a word as you started to slide down his length.

Your head rolled back, a moan breaking the silence of the room as soon as you were seated on his lap. Your favorite thing in this world was having him this deep inside you. It felt like he was part of you, it made you forget that he wasn’t truly yours.

“Daddy, what’s the belt for?” you whined impatiently.

“Does my little girl want to be spanked with it?”

“No,” you claimed, looking back at him. But it was a weak protest, one that held no sincerity. Before he’d brought it up? Never crossed your mind. Now? Your skin was practically burning with the desire to be hit with it.

“No?” he scoffed before he leaned in to kiss you again. He took both your hands arms and brought them behind you. You didn’t say a word as he started binding your wrists with the belt.

You simply nipped at his lip and he pulled back to see your face. You wanted to ride him. That was the plan, not you getting tied up.

He saw that little pout that was starting on your lips and grabbed your waist. “It’s okay, princess. Daddy’s not going to let you fall.”

You figured out how to use your knees and thighs to pull your body back up. You bounced up and down on his cock, the chair squeaking underneath the weight of you both, a noise easily quieted by the noises pouring from your open mouths.

Andy kept a good hold on you, fighting his urge to take control. He wanted you to have your fill of this fake office fantasy, using his cock to pleasure yourself until you needed him to be in charge. But he knew he was going to need something else, hence the belt. He just needed to wait.

With your orgasm, you stopped moving. You let your pussy rest around him as you fell against his chest. He gave you the time to come down, petting your hair and whispering about how beautiful you were.

He waited for a sign that you were firmly back in reality, a sign that came in the form of you kissing his neck. That had been your little way of telling him you were ready for more, whatever it was that he wanted to give you.

He started to stand but didn’t pull out until he was on his feet. He let you settle on the ground the same way before he grabbed your hips and turned you away from him.

You didn’t wait for him to push you down, instead, you bent yourself over the desk and spread your legs wide. You didn’t care how cold it was or how uncomfortable turning your neck was. You simply waited as his hands roamed your body. He stared with your hips, leaning over to kiss your back, down your spine until he reached the curve of your back.

He pushed back in fast, your pussy echoing wetly around the intrusion. Your face felt hot, but he paid no mind to your humiliation. He grabbed the belt around your hands and pulled you down the desk a little. With space to move you, he used the belt to push and pull you along his cock. It was fast, hard, almost animalistic the way he used you.

One of his hands curled around your pelvis tightly, his fingers rubbing firmly against your clit even as he continued to fuck you with his hold on the belt. He knowingly stimulated your clit the entire time, pulling finish after finish from your exhausted body.

By the time he spilled into you, your voice was raspy with overuse, your throat ached, the muscles in your legs were burning, you were drooling all over the desk, and you knew your cunt had been dripping everywhere. You were a complete mess and he had never found you more beautiful.

It wasn’t that you thought this was going to be a summer of pure sex and you weren’t going to have to lift a finger. You remembered why it was even possible that you were staying with Andy, you remembered why Laurie had trusted you enough to allow you in her home. You weren’t stupid.

Maybe just a tad unrealistic. You had thought you were just going to be able to dive right back into it with Jacob. You hadn’t considered the fact that he had aged since you last cared for him, entering a much different phase of development that you weren’t familiar with. You hadn’t considered that there would be changes in his mood and behaviors because he missed his mom.

Not that he was saying that, he probably didn’t even know that. It was just that this was the hardest morning you had ever had with him. In fact, it was the only hard morning you’d ever had with him.

Not simply because he wanted to fuck you, Andy had enrolled Jacob in a neighborhood group. You had listened to them both speak about it a couple of nights before at dinner, but Andy had sent you a text and well…you were incapable of focusing on anything but that text and what he promised for that night. It was the first time he had to use the gag.

Regardless, Jacob was half an hour late. He was currently in his bedroom, screaming at the top of his lungs and you had no idea why. He was never like this with you. He never acted out at all. He was perfect to the point of your genuine confusion about why others didn’t want to babysit him.

Andy was going to be annoyed with you. You had one job. Why couldn’t you do this one simple thing and make sure Jacob got to his stupid club meetings on time?

It was almost fifteen minutes later after you finally had the kid dressed that you thought maybe you’d be able to get him there for half of the meeting. They called them meetings, didn’t that mean it had to be some type of weird boy-scouts thing? You had no idea, just assumptions.

Regardless, on the way out, he had another meltdown. He was in the hallway, screaming again, when Andy found you in the kitchen leaning on the counter with your face buried in your hands.

“Hey.”

You startled, turning back to him. “Andy? What are you doing here?”

“I got a call from Derek’s parents. They were wondering why Jake didn’t show up.”

“They couldn’t hear?” you scoffed, attempting to make light of a situation that was causing you extreme distress. “It’s fine, I’m so sorry. I should have texted you—”

“No, it’s okay, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

“It’s fine. You didn’t need to leave work.” You tried to move around him, but he caught you by the shoulders and settled you in front of him.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Go back to work.”

“Stop,” he said softly, but it was final. He wasn’t going back to work until he got to the bottom of this.

“Nothing,” you repeated. “Okay? He’s just having a bad morning.”

“Take a minute,” he directed, sensing the stress you were feeling. “Just breathe, okay? I’m gonna see if he’ll talk to me.”

Much to the pleasure of your ego, Jacob did not want to talk to Andy. He simply screamed and cried until he fell asleep. Andy carried him to bed and came downstairs to find you trying to drown yourself in a cup of coffee.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He made his way to you, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you into his chest. “What happened?”

“I don’t know…he’s never been like that with me. I’m sorry, I’ve dealt with this a million times with other kids, I was just caught off guard.”

“It’s okay.”

You sighed, pressing your face against his shirt. “I feel terrible that you had to leave work.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He kissed the top of your head. “But I do have to get back.”

Of course. You were expecting that, but you still hated hearing it. “Five minutes?”

He hummed, pretending to think about it. “How about ten?”

You finally hugged him back.

He left you with a kiss and a promise that it was all okay. You felt useless. You never thought your relationship with Andy would take you away from Jacob. It was supposed to be the opposite. But then, weren’t you fucking his mom’s husband, his married father? You knew even Jacob would hate you if he found out. Anyone in their right mind would.

Jacob had slept nearly the whole day, save for the one brief period of consciousness when he asked you to make him lunch. You were still tense, wallowing in how useless you felt. But just before he was heading back upstairs, he hugged tightly at your legs and muttered an apology before scurrying off.

A few hours later, you were getting ready with your door opened, just in case Jacob woke up again. You were kind of hoping he would, knowing you would have an actual excuse out of this. But no such luck, Andy showed up and Jacob was still out, and now you had no reason not to go to the party your boyfriend begged you to attend.

You’d nearly forgotten how to do your makeup, a struggle you had just finished when Andy found you.

“Hey,” he started, eyes immediately taking you in. He wasn’t just staring, he was trying to piece together your actions. You hadn’t done your makeup or even gotten dressed up since your first day there.

You were in a tiny skirt, a tight top. You wondered if that would bother him. It never had before, but then, that was before you had sex with him. “Hey…Jacob’s been asleep most of the day. I made him lunch, he seemed fine, but then just right back to bed.”

He nodded, leaning against the doorway. “You going somewhere?”

“Yeah…um, just a party.” Which sounded stupid and immature to say to him. You didn’t feel your age anymore. The people your age were seeking things out that you had already found in Andy. Why did you want to hang out with them? “Unless you need me here. I can stay—”

“No, no. You deserve a night off.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. You know, I’m his dad. I’m not completely helpless.”

You scoffed. “No, I know, but I’m here for a reason…I don’t want to just leave—”

“It’s okay,” he insisted. “Whose party?”

“Um…Lily’s.” Now, you did feel like you were your age. You knew he didn’t much like Lily and he didn’t like that you were friends with her. He claimed she was a sneak, self-serving person. You figured you did not want the back story behind that conclusion of his.

He hummed. “Right. The one she throws every year. I usually have a few parents calling me afterward, vaguely asking me how likely it is their children will end up doing time for the stupid shit they do there.”

You started wringing your hands. Yeah, the party was usually horrible. People had sex with people they shouldn’t, there were fights, cheating, drugs. All of that, stuff that never really bothered you, things you were simply uninterested in.

“But I know you haven’t really talked to anyone but me for the past three weeks, it’ll be good for you to get out.”

“I’m fine just talking to you, though,” you promised. “You’re not terrible company.”

He smiled. “Just be safe, and call me if you need anything. Okay?”

You nodded and then he was turning to leave. “You’re not going to kiss me?”

He scoffed, keeping his back to you as he stopped in the doorway again. “If I do that…I risk not being able to let you go.”

After all the things he’d done to you, that shouldn’t have been able to give you butterflies. Yet, it did. You stood there, biting your lip and smiling as he rushed out of the room. He hadn’t told you that you looked beautiful, but that was more than enough to give you all the confidence you needed to face your overly critical friends.

Hours later, you returned much later than you had planned. You hadn’t intended to stay with Lily to clean up, but you ended up being there near the end and it was clear no one else was going to help. Once she asked you about the huge fight with your boyfriend, you knew it would just be better to stay behind a little. You had to vent before you went back to Andy.

Three in the morning but he was still awake, so was Jacob. At three in the morning? You weren’t trying to be judgmental…but, what?

“He’s sick,” Andy explained. “A fever…I don’t want you catching it…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I get every vaccine I need to stop these walking germs from getting me sick.”

He scoffed. “A positive way for a babysitter to talk about children.”

“Y/N,” Jacob called out, pointing to the screen. “Finish the movie with us?”

You had sobered up a little so you were sure you would be able to. You made your way to the couch next to Jacob and he detached himself from Andy to lay his head on your hip. You pressed your hand to his forehead and made a sympathetic noise when you felt how hot his skin was. “Oh, baby—goodness.”

“It’s okay,” Jacob promised. “Because you’re here and you’re my favorite person and you’ll make me feel better, and my dad is going to come home early every day until I’m not sick anymore. And he’s one of my favorite people, too. Sometimes.”

You sent Andy a smug smile and he arched an eyebrow back, amused. You knew it wasn’t like he wanted you to be Jacob’s mom, but he must have felt something deep and twisted over the fact that you were in his home, caring for his son who he loved more than anyone else in the world. Andy was a domestic man who you were sure was affected by you behaving in domestic ways.

He used his son’s distraction as an opportunity to really watch you. He knew something was off—you’d walked home instead of calling him or getting a ride from your loser boyfriend, you had your heels in your hands when you showed up, and your makeup was missing, cried off or faded with something else—but it was clear that he wasn’t going to find out what that was for a while.

Jacob immediately started filling you in on the movie and Andy paused it to get something from the kitchen. He returned with a plate of Jacob’s favorite fruit—cantaloupe, weird kid—and a glass of water for you.

If you hadn’t been so tipsy, you might have been able to figure out the movie. Instead, it was just a bunch of noise and movement that you could hardly focus on. It was hard being back in that environment. You felt that you didn’t fit in with those people anymore, that your life had changed so much, but you also felt a little lonely. You couldn’t stop seeing your friends.

Before Andy went to put Jacob to bed, he directed you to get in the shower. By the time you were getting out, he was just making his way in. He wrapped you up in a fluffy towel and kissed you until you were dried off. “You good?”

You nodded. “Mhm.”

He was extra careful with your hair before he slipped you into one of his shirts. Much to your surprise, he didn’t ask anything else, he didn’t even speak. He simply put you to bed and explained that he had a couple of emails to answer before he could turn in with you for the night.

When you woke up, it was morning. You put on some leggings and rushed downstairs. You usually woke up at 8 to get ahead of Jacob. Apparently, Andy had woken up extremely early to make breakfast, a plate of pancakes was left for you, next to a note explaining Jacob was at Derek’s again and he would pick him up on his way home.

Derek was sick as well and Derek’s mother, Dina, was staying home anyway and offered to take Jacob. That was one family you never babysat for. The winter of 2018, Maya, a girl two years older than you had fucked Derek’s dad and Dina found out. It was a huge thing and since there wasn’t going to be a divorce, Dina refused to let anyone babysit for them ever again. Any time she had a conversation with Laurie and Laurie would suggest you take the kids so they could spend some time together away from their motherly jobs, it was clear that Dina didn’t trust you. She also got super judgmental toward any of the mothers who needed help. So yes, you were just a bit annoyed that Andy had taken him there.

When Jacob and Andy got home, Andy said he had work to do in his office. You and Jacob spent the rest of the day watching pre-approved scary movies. Since Jacob was sick and couldn’t stay awake for longer than 30-minute periods, it was a pretty quiet afternoon.

When Andy finally came out of his office, it was to check on you and Jacob. He carried his son upstairs and told you to get some rest. You thought that was strange, you thought he would have wanted to talk about the party. But since he promised to join you in a couple of hours, you didn’t protest.

When you woke up the first time, the clock informed you that you’d only been unconscious for about two hours. Andy wasn’t in bed yet, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay conscious enough to go look for him and lure him into bed. Instead, you used your energy to get into the bedside table because tired or not, you were always thinking of ways to tease Andy.

The second time, it had been a total of nearly five hours and Andy still wasn’t in bed. Regardless of if you were sufficiently awake, now you were just worried. You got yourself out of bed and headed downstairs, finding him on the couch in front of the television again.

“Daddy?”

He turned to you, sitting up straight. “What’s wrong?”

You almost smiled. Of course, his automatic thought would be that you were seeking him out because something was wrong. Well, something was wrong, it had been too long since he was inside you, but you were sure that wasn’t what he meant.

“Nothing. What are you doing down here?”

“Just can’t sleep.”

“Well…you could be upstairs with me,” you pointed out.

“Looked like you needed rest.”

“I need you more,” you assured, moving closer to him. “Always.”

“Come here.”

You needed no further prompt, stopping just inches away from him. He curiously watched as you took his hand and guided him under the shirt. He thought you were going to lead him to your pussy, but you went around, letting him feel the plug that you had slipped in earlier that night.

He yanked his hand out of yours and grabbed your ass.

You gasped, hand flying up to your mouth to keep yourself quiet. Jacob was here, this wasn’t even supposed to be happening, but neither of you were going to say no at that point.

He gripped your skin tightly until you whimpered softly, then he got a hold of the plug and slowly pulled it out.

You brought your free hand back to grab his forearm for balance. Your legs shook as he gently pushed it back in. “Daddy, fuck.” You were so deliciously stretched and worked up since you’d put the plug inside you, desperate for him to make you come.

He did this several more times, careful not to make you cry out too loud, but enjoying how much easier it was becoming each time he did it. He stopped only to move his pants out of the way, keeping only his boxers on. He made sure the plug was settled inside you before he pulled you in to sit on one of his thighs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against him. “Are you worried about a case, daddy?”

“No, just not tired.”

“But you’d tell me if there was something wrong?”

“It’s not your job to take care of me. It’s mine to take care of you.”

You frowned, pulling back to look at him. “Why can’t we take care of each other?”

“Come on, don’t be argumentative tonight. Did you have fun at the party?”

You scoffed, settling back against him. A conversation for later, apparently. “No…not really. I…I guess I just kind of missed you.”

He hummed. “I missed you, too…but you shouldn’t cut your friends out of your life.”

“Those aren’t my friends. They’re just my parents’ friends’ kids… I’m not trying to ignore them, I’d really just rather spend time with you.”

He touched your face and you turned, nuzzling against the palm of his hand. “You didn’t have any fun?”

“Well,” you admitted, “I don’t hate everyone.” Besides, Lily had gotten really drunk really fast and was trying to fight with some high school dropout that was several years older than everyone because he was trying to prey on some freshman girls.

He hummed as he removed your arms from his neck. He then took your waist and turned you forward.

“What are you doing?”

“You wearing panties?”

“No…I was hoping you would eventually join me.”

“I’m sorry for getting distracted.” His hands started at your thighs and you instinctively pulled them open more.

“Daddy, please.”

“If we do this…you’re going to have to be very quiet, baby.”

You nodded. “I will, daddy. I promise I’ll be so quiet.”

“I know you will, baby girl, because you’re such a good girl. And good girls don’t lie to their daddies, do they?”

“No. Never.”

“Did he touch you?”

Your eyebrows pulled together and you looked back at him curiously.

“Your boyfriend.”

“Oh…no.”

“You need to tell me. You got here and you were upset, and I can’t help if you don’t tell—”

“No, it wasn’t that… We broke up.” Though you simplified it, it was anything but simple. He had cornered you at the party, and you were scared he would cause a scene, so you suggested going upstairs. He thought that meant sex and when you informed him that was the last thing on your mind, he began accusing you of cheating on him.

He said he wanted to break up. Obviously, you didn’t want to put up much of an argument. He didn’t deserve what you were doing to him, no one did, no matter how much of a dick he could be. Cheating was cheating, two wrongs didn’t make a right, that meant you weren’t about to manipulate him into continuing the relationship.

Even after all the terrible things he said, you only cried for two reasons. First, your alibi was gone. If you weren’t dating him, that would open the door for questions about your romantic life. Second, you realized you were always going to need an alibi when it came to Andy. Because he was married. He was older than you. He had a child. To some people, you were just a child.

You spiraled a little, overly emotional because of the alcohol. You were just wondering what all of this meant. When Laurie got back, what? Were you guys over until the next time she was gone? Were you going to have to get yet another boyfriend just to hide again? Would you have to go back to just texting every night?

“Oh…and you were upset about that?” He seemed a little bothered by the idea of you caring about your boyfriend. After everything.

You made a face. “No, definitely not.” It was hard to care about someone who talked to you the way he had at the party. Though, not all of it was completely unwarranted.

“Then I’m lost, sweetheart.”

“I just…I just feel bad for lying. I feel like a bad person, I guess.” Now, that was not untrue. You were not lying to him. But you could not, under any circumstances, explain the emotional episode you had worked yourself up over to Andy.

“You’re not a bad person.”

You were. What cemented that was that you were more upset about having to hide your affair than the fact that you were having an affair.

“You know I think you’re the sweetest little girl,” he reminded. He kissed your face until you couldn’t help but smile.

“I know,” you confirmed.

“I don’t want you worrying about any of this, okay? It’s on me. I touched you first, I started this—”

“It’s cute that you think that.”

He arched an eyebrow at you. “Excuse me?”

“Andy, come on. You had to know, all those times in the car, that I was wearing the tiniest skirts, acting like I had no idea that they were moving up—”

“You tempted me but I was the one who took the bait,” he insisted. “Baby, it’s not on you. You’re not married, I am. You don’t have a child, I do. And I know I shouldn’t feel this way about you, but I do. I’m the one that’s wrong, okay? Not you…you…are perfect.”

You kissed him. “I don’t think you’re a bad person either, though.”

“I know you don’t. You’re too nice for that.”

“You think I’m nice, daddy?” you teased, one of your hands moving inside his boxers. You took a hold of him and he sighed sharply.

“You can be a brat, when you put your mind to it,” he admitted. “Like this stunt with the plug. I never gave you permission to do that.”

You merely shrugged. “I don’t want your permission.”

“You better watch yourself. He will be gone soon enough, and I’ll spank your ass red, baby.”

You hummed. “With the belt?”

He kissed your cheek. “I’ll get more creative if you keep mouthing off.”

You smirked, pushing your hips up his thigh. It was a little awkward getting him out of his boxers and inside your cunt, but once you had managed, you were both moving on pure instinct and need. He touched you everywhere, through the huge shirt you were wearing because he wanted to tease. You rolled your hips slowly in that deliberate way that you knew made his ability to control himself just snap.

It was only minutes later that his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing hard enough that you knew you wouldn’t make enough noise to wake Jacob. Andy took his other hand and held you inches above his lap. He drove his cock up hard, slamming into you ruthlessly until you were both coming together. Your mouth dropped in a silent scream, a choked whimper the only sound you could manage, as he pressed his face to your back and groaned.

It didn’t take long at all, must have been withdrawals from having gone more than a few hours without him inside you. He didn’t stop, though. In typical Andy fashion, he kept fucking you until he was soft. His cum had spilled out of you onto your thighs, his, and the couch.

When he let go of your neck, you took huge, grateful breaths. You couldn’t stop yourself, you knew you were about to say something stupid, so stupid, but you wanted Andy to know. You reached one arm back, hand pressing to the back of his head and you turned back to see him. “Daddy…”

“What, baby girl?”

“I think…I think I lo—”

He cut you off with a fierce kiss until you were breathless again, pulling away only when he had sufficiently rendered you incapable of speaking for a moment. “I know, baby,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. “I do, too, so much…but we can’t say it. Not right now. All night, I’ve been thinking the craziest things…if you say it, I’m sure I’ll just lose my mind and do something we’ll both regret.”

You waited for a moment, until you were sure your voice wouldn’t crack. “When?”

He frowned. “One day, angel, I promise. Okay? Just give me a while to figure this all out.”

You nodded. Of course, he had to think this all through. He had a life, a child, and even if he didn’t love Laurie anymore, he still had a lot to lose.

“What are you thinking?”

You thought for a moment. Your mind was racing, you were thinking a million things. You’d nearly told him you loved him, you’d never said that to anyone. You had almost convinced yourself that he would be furious that you allowed yourself to get in this deep, but the fact that he was right there with you was a huge relief. But that wasn’t the most pressing thing on your mind. “That this summer is going by too fast.”

“I know what you mean.”

“I haven’t talked to my parents once…and I wish I could keep it that way for the rest of my life.” But eventually, you would have to return home.

“I think I should get you an apartment.”

You looked back at him, eyebrows pulled together. “What?”

“An apartment,” he repeated. “So, you don’t have to stay at home anymore. I know you were thinking about getting a job at the end of the summer…I don’t want you to. I want to get you an apartment and just let you figure out what it is that you want to do. No pressure from your parents or your friends.”

“Andy…I don’t know.” That would be kind of hard to explain. How was someone without a job going to afford an apartment?

“Let me take care of you. Please.”

“We’ll talk about it later, okay? When it gets closer.”

“Okay,” he relented. He glanced down at the mess you’d both made of the couch. “Shit.”

You scoffed. “Your fault.”

He kissed your shoulder. “You want to get up?”

“No, not really.” You took his arms and pulled them around your waist. “I want to stay here forever.”

“We can’t even stay here another hour.”

“No, I want to fall asleep here. With you inside me.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, laying against his chest and setting the back of your head on his shoulder. “Yeah.”

“Then what?”

“When you’re hard again, you should fuck me, but don’t wake me up. I want to wake up full of your cum and imagine all the ways you used me.”

That did nothing for Andy, the idea of fucking you while you were unconscious. He knew it was a kink for some, but he wanted you responsive. However, hearing that you would allow him to do this to you, that you were placing that much trust in him, did do something.

In a second, he had his hand back around your neck and his other hand at your pussy, hurriedly rubbing his fingers over your clit. He turned his head, his lips finding yours, swallowing those tiny sounds that managed to escape you.

Jacob was still sick a few days later and since Andy was at work, you were bored. He was sleeping it off and that left you downstairs trying to watch television. Your mind was moving with all this time alone, you thought about Laurie and what was going to happen. You thought about what people would say about you, about Andy. It would be terrible if anyone ever found out.

But what if they didn’t because nothing changed? You knew how you felt for Andy, but how long could you do this? How long could you fuck him while he was still with his wife? These were things that you hadn’t suspected you would care about. You were stupid then, acting purely out of your own selfishness. You just knew you wanted him so badly. And you were sure you always would, but you couldn’t do this forever.

You’d set your alarm for when Andy was supposed to be home. You didn’t want him to catch you watching those trashy true crime shows, he would surely side-eye you. It hadn’t been that long when you heard someone on the porch. Turning off the TV, you checked the time. It wasn’t time for his lunch break, let alone time to be home.

You headed to the door, peeking out the window at the side. Lily was standing there, arms crossed, pacing. You pulled open the door, leaning out just slightly.

She let her arms fall to her sides. “Hey.”

“What are you doing here? I can’t have anyone in here if I’m the only one with Jacob.”

“No worries, it won’t take long. Can you step outside for a second?”

“Is everything okay?”

She shrugged. “Maybe.”

You hesitated at first, concerned that Jacob would wake up and go looking for you. But your curiosity was the reason you went outside with her. You guys weren’t best friends, you had no idea why she would ever show up here to speak to you. “What’s up?”

“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?” But just like that, your heart was pounding. You felt like your legs were going to give out on you any second. Your stomach was twisting and your face felt hot, you were going to be sick.

“Mr. Barber,” she clarified. “You are fucking him.”

There was no way anyone in the world could possibly know. You scoffed harshly, feigning irritation. “You are out of your mind. Is this why you came here? This is not okay. I am working and you are wasting my time—”

“You haven’t been talking to any of us, and after your breakup…it seemed weird. I was talking to him and—”

“Why were you talking to him?” you demanded. “You’re supposed to be my friend, not his.”

“He said he thought you were cheating on him, and I told him that wasn’t possible. I told him that you seem so happy and so in love, and I realized that that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re in love with him. I babysit for the Yoo’s neighbors, Y/N. I know Jacob was there for days and you were here.”

“No, that’s not happening. You’re projecting because you sleep with all of the father’s you babysit for—”

“Yeah, I do, so drop the innocent act because I know it’s bullshit.”

“It’s not. Andy wouldn’t do that.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” she claimed. “And I believed that, for a while…but he’s human. And if he cares about you, he definitely would.”

“He doesn’t, he’s in love with his wife—”

“Yeah, what about her?” she demanded. “What are you going to do about that? Is he going to leave her?”

“No!” you blurted out. “Because nothing is happening.”

“I’m not planning on telling anyone,” she promised. “That’s not why I’m here.”

“Well, it’s not happening.”

“I already know, I can see it on your face!”

“You need to leave.”

She grabbed your arm before you could run inside. “Listen, I just wanted to check on you, okay? I know how you are; I know that you don’t do this often, and that means that you have to honestly care about him. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You can’t be here. Ever again.”

She pulled her hand back. “Fine, I will go, and I’ll never say another word about this. But when this blows up in your face, you know where to find me.”

Without another word, you disappeared inside, locking the door as soon as you slammed it shut. You were panicking. What were you supposed to do? Should you tell Andy? What if it was for nothing? What if she meant it and she wasn’t going to tell anyone? You didn’t want to get him worried for no reason.

But you also didn’t want him to be caught off guard, but the last thing you wanted was for him to be upset with you. Would he think that you were being careless? Would he think you let her know on purpose? Laurie was a looming problem, you didn’t want him to think you did this to force him to deal with it.

“Was that Lily?”

Startling, you whirled around and found Jacob in front of the fridge. “Hey, what are you doing down here?”

“Got hungry.”

“How long have you been awake?”

He shrugged as he pulled out the carton of milk. “Not long. Why was Lily here?”

“Oh…um, she just wanted to talk.” You moved into the kitchen to look for the cereal. Jacob couldn’t reach it on his own.

He sat down at the table and waited for you to join him. You poured the cereal and the milk into the bowl in front of him, forcing yourself to remain calm. “Why did she ask if my dad was going to leave my mom?”

You looked at him, shaking your head. “She didn’t. No, she wasn’t talking about your dad or your mom.”

“Then who was she talking about?”

You stood up to get him a spoon. “I can’t tell you that…it was one of your friends and I don’t want you to worry or anyone else to worry. You know Lily, Jacob.”

“Yeah…my dad says she gossips.”

“She does.” You sat back down, handing him the spoon.

“So, my dad and my mom are still in love?”

“Of course. Why would you ask that?”

“They used to fight a lot.”

He hadn’t told you that, but this needed to end right now. This all needed to stop. “No, they’re fine. Sometimes…adults just fight, but that doesn’t mean anything. I don’t want you worrying about this, Jacob, okay?”

“I’m not worried.”

“Good.”

“No, I mean…I think it would be cool if I had two houses and two bedrooms. My friend, Dylan, has divorced parents and he said they both buy him whatever he wants. My dad wouldn’t buy me a pet snake when I asked him last week.”

“Okay, well, sorry to disappoint you because your parents are staying together. You only get one house and one bedroom, and you are not getting a pet snake.”

He sighed. “I was going to name it after you if you were on my side.”

You couldn’t ask Andy anything about the fights with Laurie. You wanted to know, you wanted to get an idea of how he felt, if he had only done this with you because they were fighting, or if it was something that you had caused. But to ask, you would need to tell him Jacob told you.

And why would Jacob tell you? You would have to answer a lot of questions that you didn’t want to. It was better to pretend that this just wasn’t happening. No one knew, as far as Andy needed to know. You’d known Lily since you were four, you were sure that she meant it when she said she wasn’t going to tell.

You didn’t need to act like the sky was falling just yet.

When Andy got home, you were just getting out of the shower. Jacob had fallen asleep again and from his past few days, you figured he would be out for the rest of the day.

He smiled as he made it into your room, pressing the door shut behind him. “Hey, baby.”

You sat on the edge of the bed and held your arms out to him, hugging him as soon as he was in your reach. “You have the strangest kid in the world, just so you know.”

He became very still. “Did he do something?”

You leaned back to look up at him, eyebrows pulled together. “What?”

“He just…sometimes…acts out. You saw him the other morning.”

“No, that was a temper tantrum, Andy, all kids have them. But I’m referring to the snake he wants. He told me, that if I had been on his side in that argument, he would have named it after me.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, he says some…colorful things sometimes.”

“Yeah.”

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “What about you? What else did you do today?”

“Just watched TV.”

He hummed, hands coming up to the tucked-in part of your towel. You let him unwrap it from your body and laid back as soon as you were naked. He stared at you for a moment, one hand coming up to touch your face. He started at your cheekbone, sliding his fingers down your jaw, your neck, your chest until he was at your breasts. He closed his hand around one, pulling back to pinch your nipple, and did the same to the other.

You liked fucking Andy, but you hated having to be quiet. You reached down and he gave you his hand. You brought it up to your lips first, kissing his palm before you led him down to your neck.

As he wrapped his hand around you, his fingers continued moving down your stomach, until he was at your cunt. You opened your legs for him, and he slowly pressed two fingers inside you. Your eyes fell shut and you rolled your hips, urging him deeper inside you.

“I could watch you like this, naked, coming for me, for the rest of my life.”

Not that that really cleared anything up. It only reminded you that he cared for you, the same way you cared for him. But you weren’t a child, you knew that sometimes, love wasn’t enough.

“I just want to know why you didn’t tell me; I want to know why you treated it like some huge secret.” Andy had been going on for the past ten minutes, appalled at the idea that you would keep any secrets from him.

It wasn’t as if this relationship started on the best note. You were both supposed to be committed to other people enough that you wouldn’t have been involved with other people. And no, you weren’t saying that either of you were terrible people who never deserved happiness, but he should definitely reframe his expectations.

If you could partake in an affair, you could keep a secret.

“Do you have an answer?” he pressed.

You could remember a time when car rides with him were a lot more pleasant. Crossing your arms, you turned to glare out the window. “You know why.”

“Because you were ashamed.”

You turned back to him. “No, because you’re a snob!”

“I’m a snob?” he demanded. “Me?”

“Yes, you!” You rolled your eyes, changing the radio station.

He gave you a warning look as he went to change it back.

You turned it off. “And you’re judgmental.”

“I am not,” he argued. “I am a lawyer. If I wanted to judge, I would have.”

You made a face. “You would never win that election. You’re a jerk.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“What someone watches on television is their own business!”

“It’s dramatized trash.”

“You’re a snob!” you repeated. “A Crime to Remember has won an Emmy!”

“That is not as good of an argument as you think it is.”

“Do not speak to me like a lawyer,” you warned. “Do you want to argue, Andy? Do you want me to go round up a fucking judge and a jury?”

“I’m the best lawyer in Massachusetts.”

You glared at him. “Thank you, I now know what I want to do with my life. I’m going to law school and then I’m going to become a lawyer and you know what? I’m gonna ask Neal to be my mentor.”

He looked at you, shocked that you would say that to him.

You shrugged. “I bet he wouldn’t judge me for watching true crime shows.”

“How far does this go?” he wondered. “Do you watch those terrible Netflix documentaries?”

“They’re not terrible! Okay, you know what? We are done talking about this. Why is this drive taking so long? I thought we were picking up Jacob.”

“We are…later tonight.”

“Then where are you taking me?”

“You watch true crime shows, haven’t they prepared you for this?”

You glared. “Andrew.”

“No, don’t call me that.”

“I’m not calling you daddy. My daddy isn’t a snob.”

“Your daddy is going to punish you tonight if you don’t quit with the attitude.”

“My daddy,” you said again, “tells me where he’s taking me.”

It was only seconds later that he pulled into a parking spot in front of this apartment complex you always drove by on the way to the nearest shopping mall. See, you knew that he wasn’t going to drop the apartment topic, but you did not suspect that he would ambush you like this.

“Andy…”

“Look, we have to talk about this.”

“We did, and I said we would resume the conversation when Laurie was almost back.” This was not a solution; it just created more problems. Maybe you should have told him about Lily, maybe he would have felt the need to be a lot more discreet about all of this.

“She called.”

You turned to him. “And? What does that have to do with anything?”

His hands were still on the wheel and he wouldn’t look at you. “She’s coming home early.”

Early. Wow. It seemed like it was just right around the corner but at least you were going to have time to come to terms with this. At least you were going to be able to make the best of your last days. The best did not include arguing about television. And now you were going to have to argue about this stupid apartment. These were expensive and they were close enough to him, but still, it wasn’t ideal.

“Oh… When?”

“Soon.”

You wouldn’t be getting a more specific answer than that. You both stayed silent for several moments, and you had no intention of ending that. He could have told you this before. He didn’t need to lie and bring you here and then throw the news on you like that. Was he just planning on moving you out and starting this stupid apartment plan?

You were supposed to have a month left, an entire four weeks before she got home. Why the hell was she coming home early? She had seemed excited for the work trip, whatever it was. You couldn’t remember anymore.

“Say something.”

You scoffed. “What do you want me to say?”

“Just be honest.”

“I’m upset.”

“I know, I wish it wasn’t like this.”

“I’m not upset with you, Andy.”

“Why don’t you want this apartment?”

“Because…I just…I don’t know. I just wanted everything to stay like it was. I…wanted everything to pause.”

He set his hand to your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “I understand. Will you please come inside with me? Will you at least look at it?”

“I guess…” You shrugged. “I guess we don’t have many other options.”

It was just an apartment. Were you supposed to fall in love with it? You didn’t like the picture that you were getting from it. The living room, you would be waiting there every day for Andy to possibly sneak away and come see you. And for how long? An hour at most, before he had to get back to work or get home to his family. The bedroom was big for nothing. It was a bedroom for two people. The same with the kitchen. It was too big for you, you would get lonely in a place like this.

No more than 50 words were exchanged between you and Andy. He was mostly speaking to the woman giving the tour, and you lagged behind them like a miserable child about to throw a tantrum. You hated this beyond comprehension. You hated that she was coming home early. And you hated Laurie, which made you feel terrible.

It wasn’t her fault, none of this was. But you didn’t want to go home, and you didn’t want to have to live alone. You blamed this current predicament on her even though you knew that was irrational and out of line. You were fucking her husband, you were living in her home. But you were still so angry.

The drive was silent as well. He tried to hold your hand, but you pulled away from him and turned to stare out the window. You didn’t want to take it out on him, but then, it wasn’t like you could or should take it out on Laurie. Maybe you should call Lily and just be a bitch to her.

You were out of the car as soon as he parked, storming to the door. It wasn’t a completely logical plan since he needed to unlock the door.

“Are you going to speak to me?” he inquired after he opened the door.

“I don’t appreciate being ambushed like that.” You stormed in and started pulling your jacket off.

He assisted you, figuring the denim getting stuck on your sleeves would only further annoy you. “If I had been honest, you wouldn’t have gone.”

“So, that makes lying to me okay?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

You turned to him, glaring. “What are you saying?”

He wasn’t sure what he could say that would make you feel better. This was terrible and he knew it, but you weren’t the only one that felt that way. It wasn’t like he was going to be happy with the new arrangement. He liked seeing you every morning and every night, he liked falling asleep next to you.

“Look at you two, fighting like a married couple.”

It was Laurie’s voice and you and Andy instantly froze upon that realization. You turned to your side, finding her at the dining table. She had her hair in a bun, not an ounce of makeup on her face, but the red lines in her eyes told you the glass of wine in her hand couldn’t have been the first.

“Hey,” Andy greeted. “I thought you were getting here next week.”

“I lied,” she asserted, her eyes flitting between you two. “I wondered if I would walk in on you two actually having sex or if it would just be something like this. Something so sweet and domestic, in my god damn home.”

“Laurie,” Andy started, “I don’t know—”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to deny it,” she scoffed. “Please tell me you’re not a complete piece of shit.”

He fell silent at that.

She turned to you. “And what about you? Are you going to be honest?”

“Laurie…I’m sorry, I don’t know what you have been told—”

“Do you know who told me?”

Fuck, if it was Lily, you would hit that bitch.

“It doesn’t matter,” Andy cut in. “This is a conversation between us. She doesn’t need to be here.”

“Your boyfriend,” she went on. “Ex-boyfriend now. He wasn’t sure but he had a suspicion, and then I called around everywhere and found out about Jacob being gone while the both of you were here…but see, I still believed nothing was happening. I still thought my husband would never do this—”

Andy stepped in front of you. “Laurie—”

“Then I went upstairs and found everything you bought her, all the sex toys, the lingerie—”

This was the worst way this could have played out. Seeing the bedroom, everything in it, must have been earth-shattering. There were handcuffs, gags, the red paddle that Andy was dying to try out. You had wondered if that would happen tonight on the drive over, if you were being bratty enough. That was what was going through your mind. The one thought you’d never had was that Laurie would have to see the room.

Andy looked back and you started urging you out of the house, despite your protests. When the door was shut, he handed you his keys. “You should go.”

“No, we should both talk to her.”

“No, you shouldn’t be here for this. I did this, I don’t want her blaming you—”

“Stop, I don’t need you to protect me—”

“Hey, we are not debating. You are not going to be here apart of this. I will call you as soon as I can.”

You shook your head as he started putting his keys in your hand. “No, I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave you with this. You weren’t the only one.”

He touched your face. “Go to the apartment, okay? Please. I will call you soon.”

“Andy—”

He cut you off with a rough, short kiss. You were stunned silent when he pulled away, but he knew you still wanted to argue. He knew you didn’t feel comfortable leaving the scene, and he knew what you needed to hear to have faith that he would handle this situation and go see you as soon as he could.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“I know now is a bad time to say it, but I do. I love you. Please.”

You finally took the keys. “I love you, too.”

“Go to the apartment, okay?”

“Okay, fine.” You hurried to his car and he didn’t go inside until the car was out of his sight. Shit, this was everything that you didn’t want to happen. This was everything that you both were so careful to prevent.

You pulled over to check your phone. Laurie said that she called everyone and if she had done so while she was drunk, you weren’t confident that more people didn’t know. You weren’t expecting to see texts from your parents, but as soon as you read them, you knew you were correct.

The last message from your mother after nearly thirty between them ordering you to get home or to call, was, tell me this is not true.

You were not going to that stupid apartment, that much you knew.

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littlesniggy · 3 years

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I wouldn't want anyone else take me like this

Anon: Hi ^^ I was wondering if you're ok writing a scenario about pegging? 👉👈 If you do can I ask for it with Bartolomeo x active fem reader please? The reader had always been submissive in sex with Bart, but he finally discover her dominant part when she ask to peg him for the first time

Thank you so much in advance <3

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting! First, I didn't know if I wanted to write about this since I'm not really into pegging but it was actually kind of fun! I've never done it before so I hope this is kinda accurate? Idk but if not I hope you're not too mad 😂 Please enjoy!

Warning: nsfw, 18+, pegging

Pairing: Bartolomeo x female reader

Word count: 2.7k

You were in the middle of a heated make-out session, Bartolomeo on top of you, his hands roaming your exposed upper body, leaving a hot and prickling feeling. His sharp teeth were scratching over your delicate neck, biting down from time to time but not drawing blood. You were panting at his ministration and your hands scratched over his exposed back, feeling some tiny scars on his skin.

The green-haired man pressed his still clothes crotch against yours and you could feel the obvious erection in his pants. You moaned quietly, pressing your body closer against his. Bartolomeo licked along your neck, down your collar bone and eventually capturing your nipple between his teeth and teasing it.

Your hands moved from his back to his chest, stroking down his hard abs and to the waistband of his pants. Swiftly, you opened them and pulled them down a little awkwardly but managing eventually. His hard member sprung free and he groaned in relief, moving his dick against your clothed thigh, leaving a small, wet trail of pre-cum. His hands made their way down your body as well, getting rid of the rest of your clothes.

His hand wandered between your legs, feeling your wet folds and rubbing against them. You moaned, louder this time, and grabbed his stiff member, moving your hand up and down. His finger entered your hot core, his mouth moving to your other nipple. You panted underneath him, enjoying the way he made you feel but today something didn’t feel right. You couldn’t pin point it directly but you had an idea.

Biting your lip, your other hand moved to his back and down to his butt, massaging it gently. Bartolomeo let go of your nipple and looked up at you, a grin on his face. “That’s new. You never grab my ass dabe.” He chuckled but not minding at all. You started massaging the trained ass harder, pressing his hips closer against you in the process.

“Nee, Bart. I’ve been thinking…” you started, second hand still massaging his dick, feeling the light pulsing underneath your touch. Bartolomeo added a second finger but kept looking at you, indicating he was listening. “Can we try something…new?” you suggested, voice a little insecure. After all, you didn’t know how he’d react to your proposition.

“Sure. What were you thinking about?” his voice sounded a little strained due to your touch on his dick; he added a third finger and spread you open, preparing you for his dick. At least, this was his intention. You moaned in response, moving against his touch while your hand on his ass slowly wandered towards a certain spot on his body no one has touched before.

It didn’t dawn on him immediately but when your finger gently and ever so lightly over his anus he understood. He stopped his movements inside of you, his body tensing up a little. “I-if you don’t like it, that’s fine! I just…had this fantasy….” Your voice got more and more quiet and your face felt hot in embarrassment.

Bartolomeo didn’t seem to know what to say, being quiet for a moment. You felt more and more insecure, already wanting to backpaddle and tell him it was a joke when he raised his voice. “I guess…we can try something new….what were you thinking about….exactly?” He sat up, looking down at you, his fingers slowly retreating from your wet core.

“Well….how about you just…let me do and if you don’t like something you tell me and I….I’ll stop. How does that sound?” you proposed, biting your bottom lip again. You could see the conflict within him but to your surprise he agreed, his grin finding its way back on his lips. “I’m intrigued dabe.” Relief flooded your body and you grinned at the man above you.

“Then let’s switch positions.” You said, getting up and letting him lay down on his back instead. You climbed on top of him, your ass hovering above his face. Your mouth was close to his dick but before you wrapped your lips around him you looked back at him with a small smile. “Just remember….if you don’t like it, tell me!”

Instead of a response a deep moan escaped his mouth when you put your lips around his head, sucking on the slick dick and taking him in deep pretty soon. Bartolomeo pulled your hips down as well, starting to lick and suck on your core, drinking your juice and making you feel incredible. His sharp teeth scratched against your lips from time to time, making you moan in response around his dick.

Your head moved up and down in tandem to the movements of his tongue fucking you in earnest and your hands moved to his balls, fondling them gently. You let your saliva glide down his dick, over his balls and it disappeared between his cheeks, coating the tiny hole. For a moment, you let his dick pop out of your mouth. “Spread your legs a little. “ you panted and he obliged, giving you better access to his most private part.

You put your mouth around his dick again, sucking and licking his dick like you were eating a popsicle. One of your hands moved further south and your finger brushed over his anus gently, not wanting to scare him immediately. You felt his hips jerk away a little from this touch but he let you continue when you rubbed over the sensitive muscle, pressing against it with some pressure but not entering him yet.

You felt how he let go of your cunt, his hot breath blowing against your wet core. “Hey, Y/n. Use lube, okay? It’ll go smoother dabe.” At this moment you felt dumb. Of course this would make things a lot easier for him. You just weren’t as experienced as him when it came to preparation; after all, he was always the one remining to use lube if needed. Especially the first times you two had intercourse.

“I’m sorry. Of course! Can you throw it to me?” you asked. Bartolomeo grinned, his hand opening the drawer next to the bed, searching around for a moment before he tossed you the bottle. But against his expectations, you didn’t coat your fingers with the lube yet; instead, you got off of him and with a grin told him to turn around and put his ass up. “Let’s focus on you today, shall we?” you giggled when he obliged, presenting you his backside.

“I don’t know if I’m gonna like what you’re about to do but you’re making me so hot right now when you tell me what to do dabe!” he admitted, looking at you over his shoulder. You didn’t reply anything to his words but you couldn’t deny that this was getting more and more exciting by the minute.

You kneeled behind him, your face getting close to his ass and your one hand grabbing between his legs, stroking his dick. The moan rumbled through his body but that was nothing compared to the moan he let out when your tongue licked over his anus. The sound gave you chills of pleasure and it encouraged you to keep going. Your hand and your tongue moved in tandem, your other hand placed on his butt cheek, massaging it and spreading it to the side to get better access. Your saliva coated his entrance and when you were sure he was ready your tongue pushed past the muscle and you felt his dick twitch in your hand.

“Damn, Y/n!” he panted, his face flushed and his eyes closed. He grabbed the sheets underneath him to have something to hold on to. Your tongue pushed in and out of his hole, twirling it inside of him, making him moan and pant in response. You felt your pussy drip as well and you wanted to get to the “fun” part soon. But you knew you had to prepare him properly.

Your grip on his dick tightened a little and after taking a quick look you saw his pre-cum drip down onto the sheets beneath him in a long string. I can go further. You thought and grabbed the lube, letting it drip down between his cheeks and also coating your fingers. The cold liquid had him shudder for a moment and he was looking at you from over his shoulder again.

“Put your face down and don’t look at me. Just enjoy the feeling.” You said, a grin on your lips. You were so excited and didn’t want to wait. “Fuck.” He hissed but laid his upper body down, burying his face in the pillow. You grabbed his dick again after putting the lube away and started coating his balls and dick with the lube as well, the lube turning warm pretty quickly and making slick sounds.

Bartolomeo moaned into the pillow and he moved his hips to your stroking. Your other hand spread the lube across his entrance and you finally pushed your pinky inside of him. You had to moan when he tightened around it. Now you could somewhat imagine how he was always feeling when he prepared you.

You moved your finger slowly inside of him, his chest heaving, his body trying to either get used to the feeling or get rid of the intrusive feeling. But with you continuously stroking his dick he relaxed around your finger and your could eventually add a second one. This time, a muffled moan could be heard. With a concentrated face you moved your fingers in and out, spreading them lightly before adding a third finger. Your curled them up inside of him and apparently hitting his prostate. His body rocked back against your finger, a loud moan echoing through the room, the pillow not doing much to muffle him.

You repeated the motion and watched in amazement how more and more pre-cum dripped down. It made your insides tingle in relief and excitement. You were scared he might not like it. Sure, you would’ve stopped. It wasn’t like sex with him was bad but this fantasy had popped up more and more often in the last couple of weeks and you wanted to try it so badly. During this time you also bought a little something the last time you stopped at a port.

When you were 100% sure that he was ready, you withdrew your fingers and let go of his dick. Panting, he looked at you once again, his face flushed and his eyes glazed. “This feels so good, Y/n. Why did you stop dabe?” he asked. “Just be patient.” You responded and got off the bed for a moment, opening a drawer and pulling out a strap-on dildo. His eyes widened and he looked a little concerned. “Why….? When did you….? What….?” He couldn’t form a coherent sentence which had you giggle. “Don’t worry. If it hurts I will stop immediately.” You reassured him when you got back on the bed. “You wanna take a look at it first?” you asked, smiling at him sympathetically.

You handed him the strap-on and let him examine the piece. His main attention was on the part you’d be shoving up his ass and it had him a little worried. But on the other hand, he trusted you completely and he was sure that you would make it as pleasurable as possible for him. So he eventually handed it back to you with a grin.

“I trust you dabe!” he said. You blushed at his words and nodded. He watched you insert the dildo into your core slowly after coating it with lube. The wet noise had his dick twitch, his eyes glued to the silicone dildo disappearing inside your pussy. You moaned at the feeling and closed the piece around your hips. Now, only the black dildo you were about to sink into him was visible and he had to admit that it looked hot and was making him feel excited.

After putting a huge amount of lube on the dildo, you placed your hands on his ass, spreading his cheeks and positioning the dildo at his entrance.

“Ready?” you asked, looking at him from behind him. Bartolomeo took a deep breath in, then nodded and pressed his face into the pillow again. You took a breath as well before slowly pushing the tip inside of him. You had to moan at the feeling of the dildo inside of you but Bartolomeo didn’t seem to feel too good right now.

His whole body was tense and the knuckles of his fingers turned white while he grabbed the sheets. “Damn!” he panted, trying to relax. It took you a while to think about touching his dick to make him feel better. As soon as you had the thought your hand was already wrapped around his dick, jerking him off with fast and hard strokes, trying to make it more pleasurable for him.

Inch by inch, you pushed further inside of him, seeing how he got more and more used to the strange feeling. When you were buried inside of him completely, your hand still vigorously stroking his dick, you moaned and closed your eyes. It felt incredible. But you couldn’t go all out just yet, Bartolomeo still not too sure how he should feel about this.

“You okay?” you panted, rubbing your thumb over his mushroom head. His dick twitched at this touch, having some sort of its own mind. “Yes…” he pressed out. His body slowly relaxed and when he moved his ass against the dildo you took the invitation.

Your first thrusts were slow and careful but the more you moved the more he got used to it and the faster you got. His moans grew louder and louder, just like your own and soon he was moving against you, the strap-on penetrating both of you, pleasuring your insides just the right way. The dildo inside of you was pushing against your g-spot with each thrust and the one inside Bartolomeo’s ass hit his prostate more often than not.

“Go faster dabe!” he demanded. Sweat was running down your bodied at the exertion, your hand still jerking him off. You leaned over his body, pressing your body against his back, your boobs feeling soft against his skin. You moaned into his ear, biting his neck and leaving light marks. You felt your orgasm come closer but you didn’t want to cum before he did. “Bart!” you moaned. “This feels so fucking good!”

The green-haired male looked at you over his shoulder, his mouth open and his breath coming in short pants. “It feels amazing dabe!” he moved against you as best as possible. “I-I’m gonna cum soon, Y/n!”

“Me too!” you pressed your body closer against his, your hand grabbing him harder, the slick sound mixing with your moans. You felt his dick throb in your hand and with a loud moan he came in your hand, his member twitching with each ribbon of cum shooting out his dick. After a few more thrusts you came as well around the strap-on, your moan joining his.

His body collapsed and you with him, both of you were panting like crazy. After a while, he shifted slightly underneath you. “Y/n…could you…pull it out? It’s getting uncomfortable dabe.” He asked. “Oh, right! Of course!” you just weren’t used to being the one thinking about everything and you kind of appreciated it even more how much effort he put into sex each time.

Carefully, you pulled out and took the strap-on off entirely, letting it fall to the floor. You dropped down next to him, your eyes closed and your mind blank, not thinking about anything at the moment.

Bartolomeo was the first one to speak up again after wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer against his warm body.

“You were great dabe.” He said with a low voice, sounding tired. “Did you like it?” you asked, pressing your body closer to his. He pulled the blanket over the two of you. “I wouldn’t want anyone else take me like that dabe.”

“That’s good to hear.”

#one piece #op #ns.fw #bartolomeo x reader #op bartolomeo #op imagine #Bartolomeo imagine #female reader #x reader #op x you #Bartolomeo x you #x you

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all-things-fic · 4 years

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Stay Still

A/N: Welcome to another day in quarantine. Here’s part two of Quarantine Harry which I wasn’t expecting to happen, to be honest with you all. Hopefully it lives up to any expectations. As always, stay safe and let me know what you think! Loads of love to you all.

Shout out as always to people I have pestered with this one. @waitingfortwilight for always being the ultimate babe, @harryfeatgaga for being hype woman of the century, @huccimermaidshirts for telling it to me how it is and @haute-romance-quotidienne for fuelling fantasy and possibly making it so we could get a part three!

Enjoy everyone! .x

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You frowned softly at the intrusion of the morning light against your eyelids. The sound of a soft whistle hit your ears as you slowly roused for another day in quarantine. The sound of the bathroom tap shutting off brought a sense of stillness after Harry had brushed his teeth and washed his hands.

Keeping your eyes closed you heard the way Harry tip-toed around your bedroom, his feet heavy against the flooring regardless of how much he tried to overcompensate in trying to be as quiet as possible.

A small smile pulled at your lips as you imagined him acting like some drunken teenager trying not to wake his parents as he entered the house after a night out; worse for wear and not interested in being read the riot act for not sensibly drinking.

The sheets next to your feet felt heavier than usual, before suddenly becoming lighter again. You heard the rustle of clothing, followed by a light grunt from Harry as he got dressed at the end of your bed.

Head pushed through the neck of his hoodie, Harry fixed the hood on the clothing item before walking the short distance to the drawers that housed his undergarments and socks.

The sound of the wood sliding against the draw hinges caused you to cringe, before you bit away your smile as he whispered ‘shit, shit, shit’ quickly in succession due to how unsuccessful he was in not being noisy.

Turning around, Harry saw the way the sheets moved, the up and down of your shoulders letting him know you were laughing at the awful job he was doing.

“‘S that you laughing at me over there?”

Harry’s deep morning voice broke through the sleep-filled silence. He stood, still at the end of the bed, looking down the length of your body and willing you to pop your head up to look at him.

“Can see your shoulders moving under the sheets y’know?”

Still hidden by a mound of sheets and luxurious duvet, he heard your less than impressed response. “You’re so shit at being quiet.”

“Who even said that ‘m trying,” he scoffed, trying to pass off his clumsiness as something he had planned, letting his feet take him over to the other side of your bed. To his side.

You felt the familiar dip to the bed, and as he sat down you rolled over to your opposite side to be greeted with the expanse of his back. A soft groan left Harry’s lips as he leaned down to pull on his socks, you guessed his socks simply from the way you heard the band snap against his calves.

When he sat back up straight, you watched as he stretched up and rolled his neck to the side, left and right.

You weren’t prepared for his stare when he turned his head quickly to his right, looking over his shoulder at you. God, he was so frustratingly handsome.

Over the last couple of days, you’d watched Harry relax in a way that you’d yet to completely get to enjoy. His hair had grown to a length that had your fingers itching to braid at the locks sitting at the top of his head, his facial hair becoming darker, the thicker it got with each passing day that was crossed off on the kitchen calendar.

And his body. Where did you begin?

He had confessed to you a couple of nights ago he was considering getting a lock for the fridge. The two of you for some unknown reason falling into a fit of giggles after he’d said it as you lay along the couch together.

It was something to do with the desperation in his voice when he’d confessed his lack of self control. The rant he’d gone on about how much bread he was eating and how he knew he was ‘just being a greedy bastard’ but he couldn’t help it.

The thing was, he was working out with it too. You knew that simply because you’d spent far too many hours of the day telling him to ‘shift these bloody weights’ as you stubbed your toe for the fifth time in the space of a week.

He definitely was putting you to shame.

Quarantine really was working out for him. His thighs spoke for themselves, and you were sure one day he was going to split the shorts he appeared to be pouring himself into each morning to either do a weights or HIIT session in the middle of the lounge, or the garden if he fancied a change in setting.

The only thing you had found yourself lifting had been the fork that housed carb after carb. Pasta and potatoes mainly.

You were also lifting liquids to your lips too, staying hydrated was key in quarantine. And luckily for you the cases of wine and champagne that had gone untouched at your wedding towards the latter end of the previous year were buried in the garage of a house that you hadn’t ever thought you’d call home. Lack of flight paths back home and the closing of borders had changed that thought for you however.

Burying yourself deeper in the pillow beneath the side of your face, you watched Harry as he softly smiled taking in your less than impressed expression.

“Woken up on the wrong side of the bed or summat?” He teased, watching the way your expression scrunched up at him and his annoying love of early mornings.

“It’s not my fault someone kept me up half the night-“

“Didn’t ‘ear yer complaining last night,” his voice teetered off, eyebrows raised.

“Well, ‘m complaining now,” you pushed out your bottom lip, challenging him in a petulant way.

He laughed down his nose, shaking his head as he reached up to pick at the strings of his hoodie. Chin tilted up to the ceiling, you heard the way his tone of voice changed to a strain as he concentrated on tying his usual bow at his neck.

It was almost like he thought of himself as some form of present.

“‘Av at it then,” he encouraged you to bitch at him with whatever it was that had made you moody. “Eating into m’workout time so best be a good’en.”

“Piss off, you’re not even interested,” you scowled at him, knocking away at his hand as it reached out to touch you.

“Oi,” he frowned. “Don’t do tha’, don’t be like that.”

“‘M not being like anything.”

Harry’s eyes hardened as they looked at you, holding your gaze with his. You didn’t dare look away or crack a smile, even when you saw his lips start twitching as he found amusement in your childlike pouting.

Before you knew it, Harry had twisted his body so he was leaning over you, his presence welcomed rather than intimidating. His forearm pressed into the pillow at the side of your head as his free hand brushed at your slightly wild bed head.

“Gimme a kiss,” he muttered, his lips close to yours. You shook your head, with a small frown thrown at him. “Really gonna let me leave wi’out one?”

You hummed “‘s what you deserve.”

“‘S what I deserve? Me? What ‘ave I done?” He questioned. “You ‘ad a bad dream ‘bout me or summat?”

The silence that lingered after his question had you blushing under his gaze, as you focused anywhere but his eyes.

“Wha’ did I do this time?” He chuckled, feeling you shift in the soft hold of his arm. “Sorry that dream me is a bit of a knob’ead, I’ll ‘av a word.”

“You better,” you huffed.

“‘S as good as done, ‘f you let me have tha’ kiss,” he whispered, leaning in and pressing his face against the skin of your cheek.

His attempt at bribery meant he had basically won you over the minute he rubbed his lips down your chin and jaw, the feel of his beard harsher against your sensitive morning skin that still held its warmth from your nights sleep.

“Harry,” you giggled, wanting to curse yourself out at how you had buckled under him. Body tense as your head dipped into the pillow below as you tried to get away from the tickle of his facial hair.

Mouth pressed to your neck, Harry chuckled before opening his lips and leaving a gentle suckle against your pulse point while your fingers wove into his longer than usual hair. He knew he had you in the palm of his hand.

Your voice was breathy when it next spoke to him, velvety and happy as he nudged his nose lovingly along your skin. “Stop being a daft git.”

“Know exactly what would sort you out,” he whispered in return, making his way back up to your lips. “Come an’ hike wi’me,” he drawled, watching the way your eyes lulled to a hooded gaze.

You started to groan as Harry left a soft but pert peck to your lips. “‘M leaving in five,” he said, hand sliding down your back that was covered in your duvet. “Up yer get, meet you downstairs.”

The jolt of his hand against your bum, two swift and dull claps against the duvet material surprised you, before he pushed his body up and swiftly left your bedroom ready to start a new day.

***

You didn’t like the message that was on his hat.

You hated even more so that you were letting it bother you.

The horrible 70s font of ‘free and easy’ was unnecessarily winding you up. This man was a married man. Hardly the correct message to be portraying.

Eyes watched as Harry walked heavily in front of you, attacking the hill that you were both climbing, you lingered behind him.

His legs, the muscles in them we’re enticing to you but only in a way that was winding you up. How was he so fucking tanned already? His skin was so weathered that it always managed to piss you off at just how quickly he became a lovely shade of golden. His legs tanned better than yours did. In fact his everything tanned better than you did. His everything in general was doing better than yours.

Here you were once again being irritable. Frowning at anything and everything. Snappy but unable to figure out why. He was always so happy, you know? And you loved it, you really did but sometimes it was too much.

California had many a hiking spot. The knowledge of making it easily one of the best things about the place. Anything else, you could do without, but the hiking was always worth the struggle it took to even convince you to take part in the first place.

The sound of the gravel beneath your trainers, the sun beating down onto your skin, you watched as Harry’s trainer clad feet started to turn to you as he began to halt his pace.

Huffing and puffing your way behind Harry, you watched the way he tugged at the straps of his backpack and trekked along the desert like ground beneath your feet.

Looking up at him, you saw him move his sunglasses off his eyes and you swore if he placed them on top of the peak of his hat you were going to divorce him. Luckily, for him, he didn’t.

Sunglasses folded in his hand, you squinted up at him and waited for whatever it was he was going to say. “Told you, you should’ve brought a hat,” he shouted down to you, his voice carrying as you were surrounded by nothing but open space.

“I’m fine, just need to keep hydrated,” you held your water bottle up to him.

“You sure? You’re so slow-“

Before you could stop yourself you snapped at his teasing, “I’m social distancing, Harry!”

His eyes were wide from your response, his lips rolling into his mouth as he looked on at you harshly pulling open the lid of your water bottle and taking a large sip of your drink.

“Alright,” he dragged the word, his tone pitched slightly higher. “Like a bear wi’a sore head this morning, aren’t ya?”

“‘M beginning to think dream you is a lot better than real-life you,” you spoke, eyes refusing to look at him as you checked to see if anyone was around while you.

“‘S not true,” he softly responded, walking back down the hill to be closer to you. You knew he was right as well. “What’s up with you?”

Again you stubbornly took a sip of your water and squinted in the sunlight. “Darlin’,” Harry coaxed. “D’ya think-“

“No,” you stopped him before he could even begin to let his head carry himself away down the rabbit hole of baby talk. The baby talk that had been planted by his mother to begin with, the one thing that he had previously been trying to nip in the bud.

He was back to being amused again, you knew before you even chanced a glance at him from the corner of your vision.

The smile he wore was fleeting, barely there but reassuring all the same. Just one look in your eyes, properly, made him aware of the rush of uncertainty you had felt about the whole thing.

“Alright, ‘s fine either way though. Just so you know.”

***

Had your husband always been this hot or was it because he was about to feed you?

That was a question that was more and more frequently popping into your head with each passing day.

By the time you’d gotten back home from hiking, you were edging closer to lunch time and the growling of your stomach meant your mood was only going to get worse. If that were even possible.

You’d taken great delight in letting Harry know that no uplifting endorphins had found their way into your body after spending just under two hours, including the time you’d hiked and the time you’d been stuck in California traffic.

He had done nothing more than take every single thing you had thrown at him, as he wrapped his hand around yours and kissed at your knuckles affectionately.

Now you sat on the island counter in your kitchen, legs lightly swinging as you watched Harry boil pasta and simultaneously let your meat simmer away.

Next to you sat a glass of white wine, taunting. Harry’s wine was half-drank on the kitchen side as he talked through some tour logistics with Jeff. It felt like a massive elephant in the room. There was no denial.

Harry had picked your favourite wine, made this big deal about putting a ridiculous amount of effort in cooking lunch when usually the two opted for some picky foods of breads, meats and salad, given the hotter weather than you were used to at this time of year.

You warmed thinking about the trouble that he was going to but it wasn’t enough to shake the way you felt on edge with nerves.

“Speak to you tomorrow, mate,” he chuckled. “Stay safe, tell Glenne I’m sorry she’s stuck inside with you.”

A small smile played on your lips as you heard expletives through the other line from Jeff, before Harry cut him off.

Phone tossed to the side, the noise of sliding it along the counter filled your ears before Harry spoke over the noise of his cooking, “Even he’s pissed of wi’me. Got it in stereo at home from the wife and from m’mate.”

You knew he was joking from the glance he threw at you as he stood in front of you, before reaching to his right for his glass of wine. Your eyes were drawn to his Adam’s Apple as he swallowed, wine glass clinking down before he spun around to walk to you.

As you admired him, you smiled thinking about how he’d yet to take a shower. Instead he’d let you go and enjoy the first soak of the day, underneath the steamy hot water.

“Legs,” he commented, requesting you lift them up straight so he could get to the cutlery drawer that you were covering.

You did so, feeling his right hand wrap gently underneath your one calf to help you keep them up. His left hand pulled at the draw, the rattle of the metal knives, forks and spoons, sounding heavily into the room.

He plucked up a fork easily, pushing the draw back into its place with his hip.

“I do appreciate you, you know?” You questioned, watching the way he lingered close to you. You watched him, messy hair in his eyes and knotted to high heaven. “Sorry for being in your ear all day,” you continued, eyes careful as you looked at Harry.

“Can’t quite hear yer over the cooking,” he mused. “Wha’ was tha’?”

“You heard me fine.”

He smiled, repeating your words back to you. Humming happily, eyebrows slightly raise, “I heard you just fine.”

Arms boxing you in, Harry’s shoulders were hunched as he stood between your legs. “Gonna let me have tha’ kiss now?”

“You’ve had plenty-“

“Not a proper ‘un,” he protested, enjoying the feel of your fingers brushing back his hair out of his eyes. Face wincing as you tried to remove any of the knots from his chestnut brown strands.

“Need to do something about this,” you spoke wistfully, changing the subject, eyes concentrating on your fingers as they continued to comb through his hair, taking it away from covering his expressive, as ever, face.

“We’re not at that stage in quarantine where we start having to cut me hair, no chance,” he deadpanned, his eyes enjoying the way your expression lightened with his lack of desire to your addition to the conversation.

“Reckon I could give you a lovely bowl cut,” you shot back, realising how quiet he had gone on you. Softly slowing the movements of your fingers, you let your eyes drop down to meet his gentle gaze. “What?” you asked, voice barely there, his expression very pleasing to your eye as his hair softly fell in a middle parting, tousled and very nineties.

“‘Seem a bit happier, hm,” he acknowledged, enjoying the way your hands had moved from his hand now to rest lightly at the sides of his neck. “Not fancy your wine?”

And just like that nerves swirled in your stomach again.

You scrunched your nose up at him, giving him a soft shake of your head. His eyes brightened and you knew exactly what he was thinking. You hated that you were thinking it too.

“Think I’m late too,” you admitted, seeing the way his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath in. His chest heaved, before he blew out the most happy sigh.

“‘S fine,” he responded.

“Don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up.”

“You’re not.”

“If you could see your face,” you shook your head, dropping your hands away from his neck.

“If I could see my face, what?” He jutted out his lips in question, his hands gently clasping yours and lifting them to wrap around the back of his neck this time.

“How you’re looking at me-“

“How I always look at you,” he mumbled. “Like you hung the fuckin’ moon. Stop worrying.”

Running your tongue across your teeth, you took in a deep breath. “Stop it,” Harry warned, the two words clipped, his hands setting themselves to the top of your thighs. “We’re just prepping a nice lunch, gonna eat it out on the patio, in the sun-“

“I don’t even think we’ve got a test lying around here, if we’d have been in London-“

“Baby,” he cut you off.

You swallowed heavily.

“When you think about it, this couldn’t have come at a worse time-“

He spoke your name harshly as he cut you off, his face hardening at your words. Nervously chewing on your bottom lip, you fidgeted under his gaze. “I didn’t, I don’t mean it how it sounds,” you knocked your head back so your eyes met the ceiling of your kitchen.

You could feel him scrutinising you. His gaze never fleeting as he watched you come to terms with all the possibilities.

“I mean, we aren’t even going to be able to get to a doctor. They aren’t seeing anyone right now and-“

“And we don’t even know if we are,” he soothed, reaching for your face and wanting your eyes back on his. He hated the worry that had stolen this moment from you. The shy giggles and nervous rambles, around passionate kisses and lingering pecks that usually were part of any pregnancy talk between the two of you.

But I think I want to be, you thought, eyes glossy as they looked at Harry. Leaning forward, he welcomed your weight as you rested against him. With a heaved sighed you spoke, “God, I could really use that glass of wine right now.”

***

The record player in your lounge was the only thing keeping you sane at this point in the afternoon. The soft hum of Billy Joel playing around the room on the lowest volume, enough to keep you out of your own head.

There was something about songs that were piano heavy that managed to instantly soothe you.

It had felt like forever since Harry had slipped away from you as you stood at the kitchen sink, rinsing off your empty plates before placing them into the dishwasher. Your eyes glancing over at him just in time to watch him pull off his sweat laced t-shirt, tugging the collar upwards and revealing his broadening back.

Since then all you had heard alongside the crooning of your favourite record was the sound of the shower running, the occasional croon also leaving Harry’s throat slightly drowned out by the sound of running water.

As you sat, head tilted against the back of your couch, a soft smile hit your lips when you heard the water shut off. Not long after the soft, low singing voice of Harry filtered through your landing and downstairs.

The sentimental softness in that moment had you sinking further into your hoodie and pressing your nose into its neckline. You couldn’t help but smile as you heard how heavy footed Harry was being upstairs, a harsh contrast in comparison to the softness of his singing voice.

“‘S one of your faves, this one innit?” You heard his voice boom, cutting through the peace and quiet that had formed of its own accord after he’d dragged himself upstairs. You loved it when he commented on songs you liked.

Eyes closed, you imagined him leaning over the banister on the landing and shouting down the stairs to you in conversation between the floors of your home.

Choosing not to answer, you continued to mutter under your breath the lyrics and tried to ignore the havoc Harry was making upstairs in your bathroom.

There was a loud crash upstairs, before you heard a delayed curse of ‘bollocks’ from Harry.

His voice suddenly became clear as he shouted down, “‘s fine, nothing’s broken just knocked off some stuff of the ledge. Definitely not watching it leak everywhere right now.”

Your mother used to always tell you she used to count to ten with your father. Now you understood what she meant in saying that.

Men really liked meddling when they were bored. You were used to it by now. Pick your battles. Let it be like water off a duck's back.

Continuing to try and tune him out, you listened carefully as he pottered around upstairs. It wasn’t much after that you heard him descend down your stairs, and pad his way through your house into your lounge.

Harry stood in the doorway, watching as you sat with your eyes closed, trying to find some form of stillness. Softly clearing his throat, he kept his one hand behind his back while the other clasped tightly at the white towel that sat against his waist.

Eyes fluttering, you knocked your head slightly to your left and stayed quiet as you took the vision in front of you.

One thing that always amazed you about Harry was the way that he managed to almost fill the entirety of a doorway but never look menacing. His body was broader, the pecs of his chest more defined. The hair between them darker regardless of how he’d been shirtless in the sun. You took delight in that cause that meant his chest hair was getting thicker.

You eyed him, spending time on enjoying his rounded tummy and how much he was clinging on for dear life to the towel.

“No big towels left in the airing cupboard,” his voice broke your shared silence, causing you to sweep your eyes back up to his face. “Think you need to do some laundry.”

The smarmy, amused expression after his comment, made you shake your head. “You’ve got hands as well, you know?”

He didn’t answer your question, continuing to let the wet strands of his hair drip over his face and down his naked chest. “If you stand in the middle of the doorway any longer people will think we’ve got a flasher in our home.”

The frown that pulled onto his face made the smallest amount of laughter leave your chest.

“‘Ere,” he lazily spoke, throwing an item onto your coffee table. The noise of it sliding along the wood pulled your eyes away from watching him and onto the item that he had just gently thrown. “Just found this hidin’ at the back of the cupboard under the sink.”

That explained what all the knocking was.

Barely lifting your head to take in the item, you already knew what he was referring to. Eyes back on him, you watched as he fidgeted with his towel again. This time, opening the item slightly wider than necessary as he pulled it tighter around his thickening body and folded it in to keep itself together.

Turning his back to face you, you watched as he tried to drop his body down onto your couch. You made a noise of disapproval, seeing him still in a hunched over position. Harry turned his eyes to look at you over his right shoulder. His stare asked you what the problem was.

“You’re all wet,” you lightly screeched at him, watching him softly roll his eyes and twist his body to plonk himself down onto the coffee table opposite you instead.

In the silence, Harry once again began to pull at the towel at his waist. “For god sake,” you whispered, “put it away, will you?”

“‘S wha’ ‘m trying to do,” he argued in return, as he fidgeted with the white cotton and tried to cover his modesty. “Christ, you could just keep your eyes up ‘ere.”

“What’s happening here,” you joked, lifting up your foot from where it sat perched on the coffee table and poking at his stomach with it. His stomach really was rounding out and you found yourself loving it, any comment you were making simply out of pestering affection. “That’ll be those twenty trips a day to the fridge.”

“I’m possibly eating for two but I won’t know without the test,” he deadpanned, reaching up with both his hands and brushing back his wet and heavy hair. You smiled when it fell back in his after he pressed his forearms into his thighs, wanting to lean forward to get closer to you.

He wasn’t trying to conceal himself at all, his man spread the biggest you’d seen from him for a while. The towel gaped more than ever.

“Like you need anymore of excuse,” you responded, flashing him a false smile. You watched as he pressed his tongue to the corner of his mouth, trying to stop his laugh at you jokingly commenting again on his quarantine eating habits.

“‘S not very nice is it, that? To the potential father of your unborn child.”

You howled at that one, head falling back against the couch. “Potential father,” you squealed. “I’ve not been holed up in the house shagging anyone else, have I?”

Your laughter was too much. His silence said it all. There was no doubt a scowl over his features as you laughed at him.

“Dunno? Have you?” He sulked as he spoke back, annoyed you’d got one over him. “Might’ve done, this house is bloody massive.”

Letting your laughter die down, you pressed your lips together as you looked at him. Swinging your legs down you leaned in, squeezing his chin and jaw in one hand.

You melted at how pouty his lips became, his cheeks smushed as you pecked at his lips.

“One man, that’s it.”

He hummed, as you dropped your forehead to him. “Must have decent swimmers.”

“Swear to god,” you muttered under your breath, causing him to breathily chuckle.

This was the man you’d chosen to marry.

***

His back faced you as he slept. The dim light from the early morning seeping into your room from the slight crack that had been left in your curtains, thanks to the way Harry had poorly pulled them together the night before.

The sound of Harry’s deep breathing had your eyes lulling as you continued to allow them to roam over the expanse of his bare back and tousled hair.

Hazy eyes tried their best to zone in on Harry’s figure as he lay sleeping. It was nice to wake up before him, to get the opportunity to admire him at your own pace rather than peeking a glance his way as he whooshed through the room like a tornado like every other morning.

The smell of your newly washed bed sheets was alluring as you lay against your soft mattress, almost too alluring.

A faint snore left Harry causing you to softly smile as you saw the way his week had somehow managed to catch up with him. He’d done this thing where he’d taken it upon himself, to make himself work. He couldn’t tour, that was out of his control. And you knew that regardless of how much he tried to play it off, he was struggling with how he couldn’t change it.

Probably why he was throwing himself at every radio station possible.

Part of you was jealous that he was still sleeping, but the other felt warm in knowing he was allowing himself to switch off for this long today. That his work had been forgone and he was allowing himself to rest.

The last couple of days had been strange as you had become hyper-aware of your body and how it felt, the way in which it was reacting to smell and taste. To the touch of your husband.

And touch you he had. Harry was always tactile but as the potential news that you could be having a baby had made him even more so. His hands never really left you.

They were against your thigh when you sat close to him as you ate your breakfast together every morning. Fingers usually softly cupped around your thigh, sometimes trapped between both thighs if he thought he was being funny in dragging his hand higher up your leg in an outdoor setting.

That would usually drag a lazily, morning laugh from him. Pleased with his flirtatious antagonising.

Fingers would gently take to playing with yours in the evening, as Harry seemed to master the art in eating his evening dinner with just one hand. Gone was the use of a knife, as he would tilt his fork to the side to cut through whatever food you had cooked that evening.

The fork would even clatter against the plate to allow him to reach for his evening tipple of choice, rather than break how he was holding your hand, which was usually your left.

You’d noted he was still so enamoured by your wedding band which had joined your engagement ring. He usually would find himself gently plucking at the cushion cut diamond to make sure it was sitting central on your finger.

In this moment as you lay in bed, you supposed him taking time to touch you was his way to stay grounded. He’d been outrageously busy since your hike just three days earlier, more for someone who was in lockdown and made his living by singing music live.

The work was a blessing in disguise though as it had drawn his attention away from the pregnancy test that had found its place back under the bathroom sink, connected to your room.

It had allowed you to get out of your head for the last seventy-two hours. Breeze around like the newlyweds that you were, still basking sickeningly in how amazed you were by everything the other was doing.

It was hard not to get in your head now, though.

Laying awake and in a dream-like state, you always felt your body’s sensitivities more so when you had first woken up. It was one of the things that made morning sex your favourite.

But your body sensitivity seemed to linger more so now than ever. It didn’t make itself known solely in the morning. It was around when you took the chance to lay in the morning sun just before it peaked at midday.

You’d found that your skin became itchy, a form of prickly heat spreading over you, a lot quicker now and while it wasn’t something new your worry was already heightened tenfold since the pregnancy suggestion had even become a thing.

The first time it had happened, and you’d become irritated Wednesday, you cursed at your body for playing some sort of sick April Fools trick on your with it being the first day of the new month.

Harry’s deep chuckle against the soft skin of your shoulder hadn’t done anything to soothe you. “Just sit in the shade, grab one of m’old shirts and lounge in summat loose,” he had suggested a couple of days earlier.

You’d panicked at the time, regardless of his calm demeanour when hours later the red dots on your skin had remained, “I just don’t understand where this small rash has come from.”

“Where?” He’d set his tone, “Lemme ‘ave a look.”

From where he stood behind you, you shifted your - his - baggy dress shirt from where it was loosely buttoned up and draped over your body. His chin was resting against your shoulder as he looked down your shirt, catching sight of the light sprinkle of red dots on your skin.

“Looks like prickly heat t’me,” he hummed, knowing just how itchy heat rash could get. “Come take a cool bath wi’me, it’ll help.”

That cool bath had helped, a lot actually.

But away from your thoughts, in the present moment, the cool bath that had previously soothed you wouldn’t help this time. This sensitivity was the kind that had you wincing when clothes ran against you.

To put it bluntly, your tits were hurting.

There were no two ways about it.

And you didn’t even need to google how that linked to pregnancy because you knew it was a symptom women often had in their first trimester. However you’d had that symptom before and you and Harry were still baby-less.

It didn’t stop the anxiousness that flowed through you, however.

Could be solved by you taking the test though, couldn’t it?

That thought wasn’t wrong. Yet, it was scary.

It would change your life in two ways. Either you were going to become parents or it would make you realise you wanted to become parents. A sense of happiness while splintered with apprehension would either be your feelings of choice, or simple and unbridled disappointment would linger.

Harry’s deeper snore had you blinking yourself out of your blurring stare and let him come back into focus.

Wouldn’t hurt taking a test would it? It’s not like you were officially doing it without him. If you kept the door open as you peed, he would basically have been right there with you.

It would stop you thinking irrationally about the pains in your chest anyway.

Releasing a nervous sigh, you reached out towards Harry and softly touched his bare back. His back that was broadening more and more as quarantine went on. Fingertips lightly tracing at his skin, before your fingers slid up and wove through the hair at the nape of his neck.

You scratched lightly, before pausing when Harry’s breathing patterned changed. All movement from you froze, waiting for him to let you know if he was still sleeping. Instead of waking, you saw the way his body sank back down to relax into the mattress once more.

This noise of contentment left his lips in his sleep, Harry rolling further onto his tummy and pressing his face deeper into his pillow.

He was practically telling you to piss off and leave him be, even in his sleep.

Your hand, from his new position naturally fell away from his head as he was just a little bit out of reach now.

Taking that as a sign to get up and do what you’d been putting off for long enough, you slipped gently out from underneath the duvet.

A sense of sadness flew over you as the sleepy warmth of your bed fell away from your body while you walked around the bed and closer to the bathroom.

Eyes dropping down to your bed, you took in Harry’s face that was less than elegant as he slept. Mouth slightly ajar, his pouty lips were still framed with his thickening beard and a light divot sat between his shaped eyebrows. You fought against the urge to reach out for him and smooth out the disruption to the otherwise even contour of his forehead.

Footsteps sounded loud to your ears but were nothing more than soft pats as you turned to your left and entered your bathroom.

You felt nervous about shutting the door, not wanting anything to wake Harry in that moment. Leaving it ajar to avoid the click it would make as it connected to the doorframe, you bent at the knees and pulled at the cupboard door.

Sleepy eyes landed in the box that had become familiar with you now, slightly shaking hands reaching out for the item and pulling it towards you.

Standing, you - for some reason - couldn’t bring your eyes up to take a look at yourself in the mirror that practically covered the entirety of your sink and hand washing station.

The edges of the box had become quite worn which was hardly surprising given how many times it had been passed between you and Harry on that last day of March.

You didn’t need the instructions. There was no point reaching for them. Instead you went straight for one of the two pregnancy tests that sat wrapped inside and pressed your legs together.

You needed the toilet, of course you did. You’d just woken up. It wasn’t going to be an issue. And that was part of the problem as you stood in your stark white bathroom.

It wasn’t pretty, was it? Anything about pregnancy, you were sure wasn’t going to be airy fairy. The fact you were likely to get pee on your hand in order for you to find out in the first place, summed it up pretty well.

Breathing deeply, you hated the negativity you were forcing yourself to feel as a way to combat your anxiety. Swallowing, you lifted your eyes cautiously to take in your figure.

Wild hair met your eyes first, followed by an incredibly creased white shirt of which the sleeves half swamped your hand. You liked being engulfed in an item of Harry’s clothing, however. It was so hard to come by when you’d first started dating, up until the latter years where he’d taken it upon himself to bulk his body up for tour.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, you rucked up the bottom of the dress shirt and turned to sit on the toilet, clenching your eyes together as you placed the test where it needed to go.

And then you went for it.

How else were you supposed to describe it.

Not that you would ever need to describe this part to anyone. No one ever talked about this part.

Lifting the stick out from between your legs, you pressed it onto the counter to the side and sorted yourself out. Toilet flushed and hands washed, you cringed when the faucet created a noise louder than you wanted but it was out of your control.

Drying your hands you frowned at the faint call of your name, not sure if you were imagining it. Hand wrapped around the door, you pulled it open and caught sight of Harry gently looking at you.

He looked partly disoriented, blinking quickly before he set his gaze on yours. The softest smile you had sworn to have seen grace his face, since you had walked up the aisle to him, met your stare.

Not a word was spoken as he raised his left hand out for you to take, his right arm tucked securely underneath his pillow and he lay down.

“Come get back in back,” he mumbled. “‘S early innit.”

The bathroom light was turned off before you could even say ‘pregnancy test’. The item swamped in darkness as you shut the door and gently walked to your waiting husband.

Eyes dropping from his you noticed the way he’d folded down the covers so they sat against his lower abdomen. The span of his upper body on show for you to see.

“‘S late,” you corrected him when you were stood next to his side of the bed. Hand in his, Harry pulled it and gently placed it against his face, eyes slowly shutting when you found his hair and gently wove your fingers through his unruly waves.

“Refuse to believe it,” he mumbled into your wrist, lifting his head slightly from his pillow to kiss your skin.

“Why? Cause it makes you lazy bones,” you softly laughed, it turning into a squeal as he pulled you down to him, legs straddling either side of his body.

“‘S ‘nough out of you,” he hummed, chin dropping to his chest as he reached up to brush your fallen hair out of your eyes.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you felt the way the pads of his fingers gently skimmed across your face. His gentle touch tickled your skin, a smattering of goosebumps lining in the wake of his touch as he showered you with affection.

You had no other choice but to press yourself down onto him, as he lay against the mattress.

“Bloody obsessed wi’you,” Harry confessed, his eyelids hooded as his vision of you blurred and any light in the room was taken from him from your hair curtaining around your both. “I’d do some foolish fuckin’ things for you.”

“Would you?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, voice low. “Surely you know it an’all.”

“Might do,” you felt the way his lips pulled up into a smile, your lips resting against his rounded cheek. “Might not.”

“You fuckin’ do,” he groaned, head knocking back causing your lips to fall further down his face, “Would give you the clothes off my back, would give you anything.”

“That’s a loaded statement, sure you don’t want to retract it.”

He shook his head, swallowing as he said, “Do with me what you want, doll.”

The rawness to his voice as he spoke had you brushing your nose against his beard, the tickle of his hair something you had grown used to over the never ending days.

He turned his head waiting for you, the sound of his softly gasped name falling off your lips and straight onto his as he hummed happily in return. His hands brushed your hair behind you again as it continued to get in the way.

Breathing heavy against his lips, he smiled when you pulled him closer to you, squashing your noses together as you devoured him. A hum low, in the back of his throat, as you slowed. A confidence warmed you, fingers carding through his hair and gently pulling at his chestnut locks to create a gap between the two of you.

He tried to nudge forward to reclaim your lips, but you stopped his movement with a commanding, “Stay still.”

His jaw clenched, before you soothed the back of your fingers over it. Harry wasn’t always used to you taking charge in any situation, especially not in bed anyway. Not all the time and not with such an authoritarian tone anyway. Usually you played it lightly, a flirtatious push and pull between you both.

“Said I can do what I want with you,” you hummed, watching the way his nostrils flared as his breath picked up. “Gonna take my time-“

You ducked your head, lips sucking his skin the minute they came into contact with the light dusting of his beard that scattered down his throat.

“Never usually get to take my time with my husband,” you trailed off, teeth naughtily grazing at the top of his rounded pecs. He’s usually far too greedy, you though, keeping it to yourself.

Harry’s breathing was heavy now, his chest expanding as he tried to anticipate what was to come. His stomach tensed as your hands got lower.

“Your husband,” he emphasised.

“Know this is your favourite,” you watched him bend his left arm behind his head, raising his head slightly as he looked up at you sitting in his lap.

An amused chuckle reverberated through him. “If it’s with you, yeah, it’s my favourite.”

You dropped your eyes to his right hand as it came up to fiddle with the buttons on his dress shirt. Whilst there weren’t many buttoned up, he still couldn’t see as much of you as he would have liked.

As he unbuttoned, from the bottom up, you began to rock your bare nether region against Harry’s pubic bone, before you pushed back some more and came into contact with the sensitive and wet head of his heavy and waiting cock.

“Mm, found it,” he breathed, biting down on his bottom lip and tilting his chin upwards, eyes peering down his nose at you. “Tha’s what you wanted.”

You knew you should’ve been mad at the way he wasn’t doing what you had asked but there was something about how his right hand sprawled it’s way across your stomach as you rolled yourself messily on top of him. How it had just stayed there, resting, warmly.

With hooded gazed, you watched the way his bottom lip bounced away from his teeth, tongue enticing licking at the luscious pinkness and shining up at you.

“‘S tha’ look for?”

Frown etched between your brows, you appreciatively gasped as you felt the way his cock tucked between your folds as you humped against his wetness.

You were looking at him whatever way you were, because you were obsessed with him too.

Harry slowly pushed himself up, so you were chest to chest now. His lips bumped clumsily to rest on your chin, hand sliding around from your stomach and down your back before gripping at the top of your bum cheeks to keep you to him.

“Glowing, y’know tha’,” he huskily mouthed against your jawline, your head slowly tipping backwards and starting to show the expanse of your heaving chest to him.

Eyes dropping down, he quickly glanced at your boobs, how they pushed against the material of his shirt and how rounded they looked. Definitely looked bigger to him.

He knew he should stop himself, but he couldn’t. He was dying to strip you of the clothing item so he could get a proper look at you.

His hands travel back up the span of your back, nails catching against the cotton of his shirt. You felt him start to bunch the item up as you slowly brought your head back up, just in time to catch the way he set his jaw as he pulled at the final button of the shirt to make it fall open.

That button ripped away from the fabric, lost somewhere forever, mixed between the sheets until you would find it sometime later next week and it would pull you back to the memory of this time you’d had sex.

Harry’s head was already tilted back, his mouth now slightly ajar and lips still shining and pouty. Regardless of how much desire filled his face, you could tell he was waiting for you to tell him off.

He was being too handsy for someone who had been told to stay still.

“You’re not listening to me,” your soft whines were met with this breathy laugh down Harry’s nose.

The silence between you was short before his deep voice said, “Can’t help wanting to have a proper look at you.”

Your bum pushed back into his hands as a response, gliding easily against him regardless of how he held your center snug to his crotch.

“I’m getting hot,” you admitted, the cotton shirt becoming nothing more of a nuisance as it rustled around you. “This is getting in the way.”

Knowing you’d need help to pull the item off, Harry’s hand found their way to the middle of the shirt, slowly peeling the fabric away from your body.

He heard you suck in a breath through your teeth, the wince cutting through the room as he helped you remove the shirt you had picked to sleep in. Hair cascading down your back, you felt him sit up further, pulling your face to his, as he cupped the back of your neck. Shirt long thrown to the bottom of the bed.

“What was tha’?” His question was half lost against your cheek, his hands sliding down your nude back again, his grip strong as his palms found your arse and pulled you tight to him. He tugged you closer to him, a groan of lustful appreciation omitting from his throat.

“Bit tender, this morning,” you whispered, head dropping back as Harry pressed his softly smiling lips against the skin of your clavicle. “Stop it.”

“‘M sayin’ nothin’,” he spoke with a sing-y lilt, far to pleased with himself, softly lifting up and pressing his forehead to your collarbone. “Gonna have to suck on summat else if they’re hurting.”

“Haven’t done that in a while,” you mused, lips lifting as he hummed in agreement.

“Not since the full beard came in,” he wistfully replied. “Come and sit on my face.”

“Harry-“

“Alright, I’ll get back in m’box,” he jested. “Want you that way before I shave it off, at least once. At least-“ he trailed off when you took his mouth with yours again.

It never got old feeling him between your legs, and the two of you just staying like that. Kissing heavily like teenagers and neither of you making the first move.

“Don’t always get what we want.”

“I’ve done alright so far-“ he chuckled when you stilled against him, annoyed at how he had an answer for everything.

Wrapping his arms securely around your back, you felt him lower the two of your back down to your bed. Forearms resting in the sea of pillows, you gripped at the side of his face, “why won’t you just let me have my way?”

“‘S fun like this,” he whispered, keeping his mouth hot and heavy against yours as he breathed.

“You’re just spoiling it for yourself,” you tried to reason with him.

“Believe me I’m not,” he groaned, feeling you start to brush your aching centre over him once more, “I’m driving myself mad with want. Know you are too, know you’re gagging for me.”

You whimpered at his suggestion, breathing getting heavier by the second as you desperately rocked against him in slow, purposeful rubs.

“Darling, just put me in,” he dropped his eyes to look at the rock of your hips, “Have the real thing, have it properly, go on.”

His lazy but deep tone was too much to say no to as you lined him up at your aching warmth.

“Fuck yea,” he bit down on his bottom lip, breathing heavily through his nose. His voice was spent, as he let his mouth hang open, dry and desperate for him to swallow. “Take me,” he barely murmured, as you felt his tip sit at your entrance.

“God,” his worn out voice sounded, his clammy hands moving to rest underneath your nicely raised bum cheeks , “Take me. All of me.”

And just like that he was proved right, you were gagging for him.

His length slipped easily inside you as you sat down upon him and released a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding out in one almighty pant.

You didn’t waste much time once he was inside, leaning your body back and placing your left hand on the top of Harry’s thickening thighs for support, this mass of hair cascading down your back, the tips tickling at the tops of his knees.

Creating a 45-degree angle with the use of his legs, you put yourself on show from him immediately. You both knew this angle helped target you in all the right places, while still giving you ample control over the speed and depth of the thrusts.

You’d gotten exactly what you wanted.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed with Harry how your reclined position was an obvious invitation for him to stroke away at your clit. However, he found himself far too mesmerised by the way your body looked above him to bring himself to do anything but watch.

Your body had changed since he’d last taken you this way, or let you take him. He wasn’t sure where the power lay now and he didn’t care; not in the slightest.

You’d blossomed nicely, a bit more for him to grab onto since your wedding and he found himself flushing at how he could been fucking you like this and you be pregnant with his child.

He was convinced you were. Your boobs heaved above you, bigger than he’d ever seen them and he could’ve sworn you tummy was slightly more rounded than before. His gaze was getting lower, hands fighting with themselves where to go first and eyes trying to help him make the right decision.

As they dropped, he swallowed heavily. You had started to get hairy, a sign of laziness but also of being comfortable. He remembered so vividly the first time he’d taken you when you hadn’t shaved, and you weren’t as brazen to share it with him as you were now.

“Look at you shagging me,” he hoarsely caught your attention as your right hand moved from where it was pressed against his stomach and swiped up your own body to smoothly bring your hair around to your front. “Tits look incredible.”

His head dipped back as he saw your desperate expression as you brought your head up to sit your body up straight. Your adopted rhythm had been more of a rub and roll of your hips, rather than a drop and grind. It was almost as if the minute you had taken him inside, you didn’t want him to leave.

“‘M dying to play with ‘em,” he confessed, his hands coming up to your sides, before stroking back down. His hand cracked against your bum without warning, as you rocked forward with more fervour. “Fuck me, go on. Please keep fuckin’ me, don’t stop.”

His voice was choked and as you looked down at him, his lust filled hooded stare was waiting for your frowning expression, as your hands found his chest and softly slid up to his neck.

They rested there lightly, until you saw Harry raise his chin upwards to open the expanse of his neck and throat to you. He looked alluring like this, lying beneath you and exploring something you’d yet to discuss together.

You lightly stroked your thumb against the center of his throat, feeling the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed. The feel of it causing you to panic, your hand starting to retract. How did you even know this was what he wanted? Just cause he had shown your more of his neck, didn’t mean anything.

Before you could get too far away, you felt him gently take your hand and encourage you to keep exploring. His eyes were dark with arousal as he whimpered up at you. The stubble that lightly decorated the underside of his chin was more than taunting enough; never mind anything else.

“You want that?

“Want everything wi’you, do it properly,” he pressed heavily against your hand, jaw clenching before your eyes were greeted with his falling shut and his mouth hanging open. A wanton moan, fell off his lips. “Use me.”

Keeping your eyes on his face you saw the way it began to flush with colour as your took away his ease to breathe.

The stifled groan of approval that left his lips as you rolled your hips up and dropped back down onto him with a clap of your thighs meeting, caused the most shit-eating grin you’d ever seen him wear, to pull up onto his lips.

The leverage you had changed from digging your fingers into his throat. The position allowed you to press yourself hard down onto his cock, so much so that you could’ve sworn it was the deepest he had ever been.

You stayed that way for a while, the echo of your skin clapping together as your thighs began to burn. His hand smoothed over your skin and gripped at your hips to encourage you to not give in.

“My wife, pleasing me,” the roughness to his words, voice broken as you let his neck go but kept your hand there. “Doing as she’s told.”

You fell forward and brought your lips to his, his laugh at his previous statement mingling with yours. He knew he’d pissed you off saying that, a self confessed wind up merchant. He definitely didn’t wear the trousers here and he knew it.

“Remember where my hand is,” you faux-threatened, soft raise to your brows.

“Darling, you've had me by the balls since I first clapped eyes on you. Having me by the throat is nothing.”

Now it was your turn to be smug. To drop your hips down upon him again and hear him submit a groan confirming his willingness to please you just as much.

You felt yourself fluttering around him and it took everything within Harry not to hold you to him and just thrust upwards, giving you what you both wanted.

He liked that you had wanted to drag it out, to roll your hips over his this entire time and let your clit rub against his pelvic bone on every thrust. He wanted you to get it how you wanted, to hold out for you and have you draw his release out of him.

The whine that left your throat as you cupped around his neck and brought his face back to yours had him muttering words of approval that you couldn’t decipher. He knew you liked that, when you couldn’t quite figure out what filthy things he was saying to you to try and get you there.

A playful mystery which summed the two of you up perfectly.

“God, I love you,” you desperately gasped, face flushed and feeling clammy from your exertion.

“D’yer?” He roughly spoke. “You love fucking me, hm?”

“No, I love you,” you whimpered at him, breathing deeply and eyes wide. “Say you love me.”

He chuckled at your sense of needy showing itself, “‘course I love you.”

He softly smiled when he saw how blissful your face fell, his hand finding the back of your head and holding you to him. “Love having sex with you too, hm. Fuckin’ love it.”

You hips pressed down onto his as roughly as they could, a mixture of your arousal and his everywhere inside your thighs. Back and forth you moved in quick succession, panting matching how much you wanted it.

“Love it when you get like this, all messy and desperate for me. ‘S not like you, usually so put together and so good.”

“‘M so dirty for you-“

He groaned louder, feeling himself somehow press deeper in you. “Mhm,” he agreed against your jaw. “Yea, you are. Gonna come for me?”

“Dunno, ‘m thinking about it,” you smiled before fluttering around him and dropping your hips again. “Yes,” the motion of your hips started to get quicker once more.

“Don’t stop this time,” he quickly whispered, pushing his chin up and catching his lips with you. “Want you all over me.”

As your movements got more abrupt the sound of the mattress beneath you made itself known. The rustling sounds of sheets, a tangled mess against your merged together limbs, spurred you on.

He knew how much you loved the sound of the mattress like this, really showed how heavy you were going at it.

His awe for you was written all over his face as he looked at you. “Bit more baby,” he clenched his teeth, pushing up into you for the first time since you’d taken control. “Let me help you, hm?”

As he brought his hands down against your cheeks and hips, he pulled you down onto his strong thrust up causing you to reach for his face. “Come on, come on,” he whispered, sweat running down his temple and disappearing into his hairline.

The minute your mouth fell against his he knew he had you. Pliant as ever. You felt slack everywhere than around him. Tight and then gently fluttering teasingly around him.

And he knew was done for.

“Keep going, bit more,” he encouraged, just needing you to press down once more to meet him. When you obliged him, he spoke, “That’s my girl, yeah.”

Pulled down hard onto his pelvis, Harry vocalised how grateful he was. Pushing in further each time you squeezed and let him have it. So physically deep you don’t know where he ended and you began.

He loved how you fell against him, shaking arms wrapping around you and holding you gently to him; keeping your face tucked against his sweaty neck. The two of you shook against each other, allowing your unsteady breath to even itself out.

As you felt him begin to soften before your legs, you shifted your body slightly, Harry mewling at the loss of contact as he slipped out of you.

He nudged his nose into your hair, enjoying how the two of you were taking time to stay close.

“Come share a bath wi’me,” he mumbled against your cheek. Feeling you shake your head, no. “No?”

“I don’t want another go,” you mentioned

He chuckled, “I don’t wanna shag you, I wanna treat you to summat.”

“But I’m tired-“

“Yeah, ‘s hard putting all the work in, in’it.”

His statement caused you to bury your face into his neck even deeper. “Tell you what,” he hummed. “How ‘bout if I run the bath and you get to lie here while I do it? Sound better?”

“Yeah,” you childishly responded.

“‘Kay,” he hummed, amused, “Gotta let me out first.”

Not happy in the slightest at how you had to move, you gently rolled away from Harry and moved onto your stomach. Face pressed into his pillow, turned away from Harry he took his opportunity to run his eyes down your body.

The dip between your shoulder blades, how soft your skin looked to the naked eye, never mind felt to the touch. He couldn’t resist dropping forward, choosing to climb over your body rather than slip off the bed by his side and walk around.

“Think you should take that test,” he murmured, into your sweaty shoulder, as you lay sprawled out facing away from him.

“Why?” You asked, question weary and voice slightly wetter than usual. You already had taken it.

“Just think you should,” he happily hummed, nose running against the curve of your shoulder. “Call it a hunch, husband’s intuition.”

When he was met with silence, he decided to throw out a comment he knew would he incite a reaction from you. “Thinking of taking the bike out later.”

His motorcycle, which had definitely seen better days, was absolutely not something you wanted him going near. Regardless of how attractive he looked on the bloody thing.

“Are you trying to start an argument?” You mumbled your question, half of it lost against the pillow.

“Alright I’m going,” he replied, hanging half over your body. The way he chose to climb over you, caused you to press your face into your pillow to hide your smile.

“D’ya want bubbles or not?” He asked, standing in the doorway of your bathroom, and looking over his shoulder. You stared at him, feeling a sense of nervousness swallow you. “Baby-“

“Sorry,” you blinked softly. “Surprise me.”

He lingered, trying to see if you were okay, before he turned to enter your bathroom. Door kept open, you could see his bare arse as held any over the tub to push the plug in and turned to look at something to add to your bath.

The sound of bottle shuffling around filled you ears before he asked, “We’ve got the muscle relaxant one of you-“

He’d seen it. The way he’d stopped talking let you know.

The shuffle of his feet was heard before he appeared at the doorway again. “What’s this?”

“What’s it look like?” You nervously replied, not even letting your eyes move to the item in his fingers.

His softness of his face had you sinking into the bed, further than you thought possible. “Have a look, ‘s it say?” You asked him, watching his eyes blink before he turned to look at the item and read over what he had already seen once more to be completely sure.

Harry blew out this sigh. The kind that really caused his body to move down. “What do you want it to say?” He asked, voice deep.

You hated how his expression was so hard to read. Usually he was so expressive that he tended to give himself away, not this time.

You saw him flick off the light in your bathroom, feet carrying him to you and letting his knee dip into the bottom of the mattress. Eyes following his every move, you dropped them down to his hand and saw the way that you clenched the item in his grasp.

The longer he took to let you know what the outcome off your test, was the worst you began to feel. His eyes were shining when they met yours again, them taking in the worry etched upon your face.

“You’re making me nervous, stop it-“ you let your eyes flit between his as he silently crawled over you. “Harry, seriously-“

Dropping his nose to yours, he breathed out a happy laugh. This close lipped smile brushing its way into his lips as he let his lips hover over you.

“Let’s go take that bath together, Mommy.”

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ruffled feathers [pro hero hawks x catgirl criminal reader]

▷ bnha

↳ pairing: pro hero hawks x catgirl criminal reader

↳ content: noncon/dubcon, hunter/prey, rough sex, dacryphilia, degradation, outdoor sex, quirk use, restraint, cum play, power play

↳ words: 2.5k

⇢ summary: it was at the end of a decent night of petty crime, but you knew you were being watched.

over the last few weeks, maybe longer, you had caught the attention of one pro hero in particular. they call him wing hero: hawks. he’s a fierce and cunning bird of prey while you’re little more than a helpless kitten by comparison.

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⇢ note: i may or may not be a just a tiny little bit obsessed with hawks using his feathers as restraints...

It was cold, your breath visible in the night air. A lonely streetlight cast a sickly orange glow on the road ahead of you. The houses were quiet at this hour, no one awake to interfere with your evening of petty crime. It had been a successful evening of thievery, your spoils swinging in a bag in your hand. While you were so sure you had remained undetected, you were beginning to sense the presence of someone.

Over the last few weeks, maybe longer, you had caught the attention of one pro hero in particular. They call him Wing Hero: Hawks. He’s a fierce and cunning bird of prey while you’re little more than a helpless kitten in comparison. You were no villain, yet you were sure he had been tracking you relentlessly as of late.

Your feline ears twitched with alertness when you heard something. Instinctively, you lowered onto your haunches and your tail flicked against the air around you. You felt all the exposed hair on your body stand on end when the faint gust of his wings hit you from behind.

You felt your muscles burn as your flight response kicked in, desperately willing your legs to spring into action but your incoherent thoughts overwhelmed you. You coul-

Too late.

Strong arms were wrapped around you quicker than you could think, the bag containing your loot dropped to the concrete with a clank as your hand let go of it in shock. You struggled against his clutches but the effort seemed hollow as he remained unperturbed.

When he unfurled his wings, the shadow that engulfed you made your tail twitch, reacting in fear. You whimpered as he marched you forward, closer to the shadow of a high boundary wall of a house.

“So this is where you were.” The lilt in his voice made you sneer.

“Wh-what’s that supposed to mean?” You tried your best to feign bravado but the tremor in your voice was far too obvious.

“I’ve been hunting you for a while now,” he told you.

As he talked, the warm breath he exhaled with every syllable brushed against your vulnerable neck. You wanted to cry out but your mouth stayed shut. You could only whimper as he marched you forward to disappear into more concealing darkness. The high wall in front of you was imposing, it cast your doom.

This is bad.

“I suppose I’ve just been waiting for the right time to--” he released the grip his right arm had around you and reigned a hand down hard on your soft asscheek, “ --strike .” He squeezed tightly.

You let out a pained yelp. Maybe in hindsight, your choice of attire wasn’t the best idea you’d ever had; you were very conscious of just how short your skirt was, how tight and revealing your top was, how utterly impractical it seemed now.

He may have lacked the mass and height of most of the other top pro heroes, but his strength was more than adequate to keep you restrained; he certainly wasn't bothered when you tried your hardest to push back against him.

“P-please,” you begged, tears now brimming in your eyes, “I’m not a villain, I’m just a nobody! I only stole a few things!”

“That still makes you a criminal,” he breathed in your ear, continuing to grope you, “but if you’re good, maybe I won’t have to hurt you.” Your body stiffened and your lip quivered, your tears delicately began to brim over. “If you’re not, I guess I’ll be cleaning up more than one mess.”

This domineering man who preyed upon you was a stranger compared to the laissez-faire, happy-go-lucky persona he showed to the rest of the world. The sexy, young pro hero, the man of a fangirl's night-time fantasies. Maybe even your night-time fantasies.

His hand swung at your ass again and this time it stung; you failed to contain your sobs as your body shuddered involuntarily. You heard his husky chuckle as a finger teased the seam of your underwear. Your brow furrowed and your face contorted against your tears as you struggled to close your thighs against his intrusion.

But now?

Now he terrified you.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he sounded so deceptively gentle as his boot kicked the insides of your feet, jolting them to the side, just where he wanted them. He spread you nicely.

It’s no use.

Hawks freed his other arm from around you but your relief was short-lived when his hard chest pressed into your back. Your breath hitched in your throat as your breasts pressed against the brick, it felt freezing against the unprotected skin of your cleavage thanks to yet another design flaw in your costume.

In another futile attempt to resist him, you pushed your palms against the wall. You felt humiliated in your defeat which only made you cry harder.

“I’m not sure what I was expecting” he cooed, “but you’re just a pathetic little kitten, aren’t you?” Hawks brushed his newly freed hand along the tip of your feline ear, smirking when it twitched beneath his touch.

His hand drifted down, fingertips resting softly against your wet cheek. A growl caught in his throat as he followed the tear tracks to your mouth where he roughly held fingers around your jaw. The growing bulge in his trousers pressed harder against your ass, your body only shuddered violently as your sobs grew.

“P-please,” you pleaded again, you could only feel helpless as you let your hands fall limply to your side. “This isn’t… this isn’t fair!”

His grip on your jaw tightened while his hand between your thighs began to move, teasing your sex beneath your underwear. A betraying jolt tightened in your core when his finger came in contact with your clothed clit.

“How can you say that,” he murmured as he flattened his hand against your pussy, gently rubbing back and forth, “when I can feel just how wet you are?”

Hawks groaned as he applied just a little bit more pressure. You shuddered beneath his touch.

“Quivering in fear, right?” He pressed his lips to your ear, his warm breath made it twitch involuntarily. “You’re disgusting. I’ve seen you strutting around, you think you’re so confident, not a care in the world,” he gripped onto your underwear, pulling it back, the cotton bunching and pulling around your clit, “and now you’re shy?”

You wailed, clenching your eyes shut, as he used his grip on your chin to manipulate your entire body into facing him. Your head hit the wall with a dull thud and you only saw white when your eyes shot open. His grip began to hurt.

“I want to watch you as I take you,” he stated, the soft tone didn’t match his words. Nor his actions.

You were hurt and confused, your sobs now an ugly, gurgling choke as he brought both hands in front of your chest. He said nothing as he traced the outline of the cut-out in your top before tearing it in two; your breasts bounced lightly after being freed from the garment that now hung limply at your shoulders.

“You’re quite appetizing like this,” Hawks breathed, one hand caringly stroked your cheek while the other fumbled at the fastening of his trousers.

You could see the hunger in his eyes now, golden irises bore through you, it was unnerving, Your tail twitched and flicked against him but he was quick to release your cheek in favor of grabbing your obnoxious tail, and the whoosh-ping of one of his feathers piercing the wall right beside your head caused you to jump and yelp.

“St-stop,” you cried, your eyes darted to the bright crimson feather in the wall, the true danger of the situation was crushing. “P-please,” you were begging wholeheartedly but the hiccups interrupting your words were pitiful, “n-not like-- not like this!”

“Just because you don’t want to do something,” he purred, rolling your tail in his hand, “doesn’t mean you won’t do it for me.”

Even though you had planned to raise your arms in defense, he was quicker. He was looming over you, his feathers restrained your wrists high above your head and you noticed a few more flashes of red fluttering around your ankles.

He’s always one step ahead.

With one hand he had unfasted his trousers, his large cock still hidden just behind his boxer shorts. With his other hand, he traced a finger up your thigh, along the curve of your pert cheek, and up to the waistband of your underwear. He slipped the tips of two fingers into the band at the front and you felt the twinge in your abdomen as he pulled gently.

“I’d ask if you think you can be a good little kitten,” Hawks began. He smirked at the mewl that broke through your lips when he pulled just a little more. “But you’re just a liar and thief, aren’t you.”

Any struggle was futile, you already felt so defeated. You hung your head shamefully, shaking as you sobbed with your throat now hoarse and sore.

His fingers gripped tighter at your underwear as he unfurled his long, hard cock. He stroked his shaft lazily while he fingered along the seams just like before, only this time he brushed against your exposed lips where it was nestled just between your slit.

“Let’s just--” he grunted, the slick sound that came from your pussy when he moved your underwear to the side flustered you, “--move these out of the way.”

His fingers roamed your folds, finding your sensitive, swollen clit. You fought the urge to throw your head back, biting your lip to quell the way your body reacted to his touch,

Your clit fluttered beneath his fingertip as he pressed down hard on the bundle of nerves, the circular motion sending electrifying pulses with every rotation.

Dazed. Confused. Disgusted.

Aroused. Needy.

“It- it’s too much,” your voice was strained and whining.

“Oh, come on,” he laughed, “I’m just getting--” with a grunt, he slid two fingers relentlessly into your quivering hole, “--started.”

Yowling, you threw your head back upon hearing the tell-tale squelch of your arousal as he scissored his fingers inside you. He moaned, the grip he had on his cock grew tighter, stroking faster while he struggled to stretch you open enough. Feeling your tight cunt contract around just his fingers this way made him impatient.

You watched helplessly as a group of feathers wrapped themselves around your right ankle and thigh, you stared at him in panic.

“Wh--”

Before you’d barely gotten a word out, the feathers lifted your leg high, you bent your knee as the feathers held your leg just tight enough against the wall.

You whimpered when he removed his fingers. The emptiness was unexpected. He brushed a hand against the front of your skirt, lifting it up to look at you in your exposed state. He was breathing heavily as he stood over you, he didn’t need to shift much before he was able to brush against your presenting hole with his cock.

As he teased your cunt with his tip, he brought his wet fingers to your mouth. You strangled out a cry as he forcibly shoved them in your mouth, stretching it wide. You shut your eyes tightly as your nose began to sting, desperate to hold back more tears that were close to the surface.

He shunted forward, taking you by surprise. The white-hot blistering pain that spread across your body in waves made you unaware that he had buried his hard cock as deeply, and as quickly, as he could. Your cries were desperate as he rolled his hips against you, kissing your cervix with each nudge.

“Pitiful little kitten,” he told you, willing more tears from you as he shunted with short, deep thrusts. When you coughed, choking on your own spit and tears, you could feel his cock tremble as he moaned.

“I-I can’t…. I don’t…” you spluttered incoherently.

He pulled out briefly and he waited. He waited until you so desperately needed him to fill you back up that you let out a frustrated, pathetic whine. You burned as he tore through you.

You felt a hand roam around the small of your back, it was useless trying to fight, you accepted it while he started to knead just above your tail, nipping into the sensitive flesh with his sharp nails. A guttural, animalistic moan escaped your lips as your head lolled back and onto your shoulder.

“You’re too easy,” he growled, digging his nails in further as he pounded your cunt harder.

“N-no, it--” you choked on your words as the pleasure finally took you.

Pain fluttered to ecstasy as you neared orgasm but Hawks liked teasing you. He pulled out again, his cock thick, veins protruding. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you lifted your hips into him, whimpering so needily.

Hawks let out a feral grunt as he pushed hard against you, his cock easily finding your dripping wet entrance as he forced his way inside. You were still so close and you could hear his breathlessness as his cock felt resistance from your tight walls.

Hawks moaned loudly as he hastily groped one of your breasts, he greedily took an erect nipple in his mouth and rolled it around his tongue. His hand squeezed rhythmically. The knot in your abdomen swelled, it was too much.

“ Fuck, fuck-- ” you moaned, long and drawn out as body spasmed beneath him.

His teeth made contact with your nipple and that sent you over. Mewling into your orgasm, you could feel his cock deeper, your cervix being beaten this time, you could feel his cock twitching when you made a pained noise.

“Good--” Hawks lifted his lips away from your nipple, but before he finished speaking, his body convulsed against you, “ Fuuuuck. ” He spasmed again. “ Fu-fuuuuck. ”

You howled, feeling the hot thick ropes of his cum coat your abused walls. He felt so shamelessly good inside you. He pulled his cock out with a pop sound that made you wince. It wasn’t until his feathers released you to fall limp on the floor that you were brought crashing down to reality.

Hawks stood over you as he unceremoniously fastened his trousers before crouching down to you. Your eyes grow wide when his hand reaches between your legs, scooping up your mixed cum on two fingers. He looks at you expectantly.

You knew what to do.

You obeyed by opening your mouth for him to insert his fingers; he does the same as before, stretching your mouth wide. You cough as he coats your tongue with your juices and his seed.

“Good girl,” he finally offered before standing up again.

“What happens now?” you asked, terrified. You tried not to cry again, covering your breasts with your arms as best you could.

“I suggest you quit being a little thief,” he told you, shrugging his jacket from around him. “Or I might just have to get a bit more creative next time.”

He limply threw his jacket toward you. You stared blankly at the tan jacket at your feet but you didn’t even get the chance to put it on before he beat his wings to propel him into the air. You watched as the feathers that had restrained you followed after him to reattach themselves.

Next time?

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The Five Minute Adventures of Snake Noir: Ch 8 - Confrontation

Chapter 1: I Want It To Be You

Chapter 2: Best Friends

Chapter 3: Best Laid Plans

Chapter 4: A Thank You

Chapter 5: Unwanted Revelations

Chapter 6: Miraculous Abuse

Chapter 7: Five Minute Adventures of Ananta

Chapter 8: Confrontation

Adrien started at the sudden thud on his bedroom floor. He looked up. Ananta was breathing heavily and his expression was solemn. His best friend definitely didn’t look like he was just there to continue his day of goofing off and having a ridiculous time.

“What’s wrong?” Adrien asked.

“Your old man is a serious piece of work!”

“Did you punch him?” Adrien asked.

Nino threw his hands up. “No! And I definitely should have! I have serious regrets! He fucking shattered my knee cap and tried to take the snake!“

Adrien dropped his stylus, and turned his full attention towards his guest. “Umm… maybe you should start from the beginning.”

Read on Ao3

Nino sighed, and let himself flop backwards onto Adrien’s bed.

“I was just continuing to live out my reckless fantasies. I just confronted him! I yelled at him about how awful of a father he was, and the bastard barely reacted!” Nino complained. “Then I told him you were Chat Noir, and it was like he flipped a switch.”

“You told him I was Chat Noir?” Adrien asked, his voice small.

“It never happened now! You don’t need to worry.”

Adrien shook his head. “I wasn’t… Uh… I mean, how did he react?” Adrien asked softly, his throat had dropped into his gut.

Nino wasn’t even looking at him - his friend was staring at the ceiling, fidgeting in clear agitation. “He went scary silent! He called Nathalie in. Apparently, they’ve suspected you were Chat Noir before, and thought they had ruled it out during Gorizilla.”

“Did he say anything else?” Adrien asked.

“Umm… he said barely anything the whole time I was there. I was the one talking. I told him how amazing you are, and how much of a jerk he is, but he didn’t react.”

“He said nothing else?” Adrien asked again, gripping the side of his chair, trying to disguise the urgency with which he needed to know.

“He mostly just said his parenting choices were none of my business. But… he did say something melodramatic like, ‘my own son, this entire time,’” Nino said, dropping his voice into his lower register in a mock impersonation of Adrien’s father. “Like you being a superhero was a personal affront to him!”

“He was disappointed then?” Adrien asked.

Nino bolted into a sitting position, his expression horrified as he finally caught Adrien’s train of thought. “Dude! I’m sorry! I didn’t think! I didn’t even consider that! Of course it would matter to you what he thought of your dual identity. I definitely didn’t mean to hit you with all this like a train. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s…” Adrien trailed off. It wasn’t exactly okay, but Adrien wanted it to be okay. He definitely knew Nino hadn’t been trying to hurt him, but Nino had also known that Adrien was avoiding talking to his father with the snake. “It doesn’t matter,” Adrien said instead. “Just… tell me what he thought of the whole thing.”

“I… I don’t know, dude. He was definitely super creepy. But… I think he was holding back everything he was thinking. I don’t know what he thinks. Do you want me to go in there and try and find out?”

Adrien shook his head rapidly. “No… it’s better if we keep your knees intact, and make sure he doesn’t have access to the snake. Maybe, you shouldn’t be here at all.”

“Dude, are you okay?”

“He really attacked you?”

Nino nodded. “When my miraculous beeped its first warning, he looked right at it and then lunged forward. And dude! He was super capable! He knew exactly how and where to strike to incapacitate me.”

“Did he know who you were?” Adrien asked softly.

Nino winced. “Yeah, he figured it out. It probably wasn’t hard based on what I was screaming at him.”

Adrien wilted.

“It’s okay!” Nino insisted. “I reset. I’m fine.”

Adrien disagreed. It wasn’t okay that his father was willing to attack a miraculous holder, but especially wasn’t okay that his father was willing to attack his friends.

What would motivate him to do that?

“He actually tried to take your miraculous?”

“Dude! He almost nabbed it. If it hadn’t been for yesterday where I had so much practice hitting that reset without thought, he might’ve been successful.”

Adrien fell quiet, but his mind was whirling, and he wasn’t happy with where it was going, but he couldn’t not consider it.

“Dude, what are you thinking?”

“Nino, what if my father is Hawkmoth?” Adrien was amazed at how steady his voice was. Maybe it was because he had heard it before. Or maybe, it was just starting to make too much sense.

“Dude! That’s a big leap. The guy is awful and honestly, I wouldn’t be that surprised, but surely there are other explanations for him being a jerk and a good fighter?”

“Ladybug suspected him once before. She had actual evidence.”

Nino’s eyes widened. “Shit.”

“Yeah,” Adrien said on an exhale.

“What was the evidence?” Nino asked quietly.

Adrien shook his head. “I don’t know. I got really defensive and snapped at her. And then he was akumatized, and she crossed him off the suspect list. I never thought about it. I didn’t want to think about it.”

Nino nodded. “Understandable. But what does he get out of being Hawkmoth? He already has pretty much everything!”

“To bring back maman.”

And it fit. The second the words were out of his mouth, Adrien wanted to throw up. He could see it. His father was used to getting what he wanted either through intimidation or money, but bringing back his mother was something he was denied. Instead of accepting that, grieving and moving on like a normal person, would his father have turned to magic?

“Nathalie would have to be in on it,” he thought out loud. Maybe that’s why she had been so horrified by his identity and insistent that she and his father couldn’t know his.

“I’m going to need the snake back, Nino,” Adrien announced, his voice monotone, but steady.

“What are you going to do?” Nino asked.

“I’m going to find out for sure if my father is Hawkmoth,” Adrien said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Will you be okay, alone? Shouldn’t we call Ladybug, maybe bring in some reinforcements?”

Adrien shook his head. “Time loops are easier when you don’t have to explain everything you’ve learned to a team...” he trailed off, considering. “And honestly, I… I would prefer to know first. If we’re right, I will tell her. But I’ll set the time loop outside the mansion. If he makes any kind of move, I will reset immediately. It’ll be fine.”

“But… will you be? If it turns out that he is?”

“I… I don’t know. But it’s like you said, Nino. I have to know.”

“I’ll be here.”

“No,” Adrien disagreed.

“No? Dude! If you’re right about all of this, I don’t want you here in this mansion alone!”

Adrien shook his head. “Honestly, I don’t want to face this alone either, but… if Ladybug has taught me anything, it’s that we have to be smart about this. If you almost lost the snake… I might lose it, too. I might get captured or incapicated or worse. I need someone to know, who’s not here! If you don’t see me by tomorrow, you go straight to Alya with our suspicions, okay?”

Nino looked so torn, but in the end he nodded. “Okay. But can I give you the snake back after I’ve gone back home?”

“What? You don’t want to be carried over the threshold bridal style by your superhero crush?” Adrien teased, but if Nino’s somber face was anything to go by, the joke fell flat.

“I don’t want you to be tired right before you go and confront your father.”

…

Adrien took one slow deep breath with his eyes closed. Then he activated the snake and launched himself through the open window in his father’s office.

“You are trespassing on private property. I demand that you leave,” Gabriel barked instantly, rising to his feet at Snake Noir’s intrusion.

“Is that anyway to greet your friendly neighborhood superhero?” Snake Noir joked the way Adrien Agreste never would.

“You are a teenager in possession of a power you do not understand. Using a miraculous that you just randomly found is hardly an accomplishment worthy of respect. Especially if you are using it to break into private residences.”

“I would think not having lost once to Hawkmoth, and having personally saved you on two separate occasions would be its own resume,” Adrien countered.

“Or perhaps, if you had given it up to him in that very first encounter, the city would already be free of his influence and I never would have needed rescue.”

“Are you seriously suggesting I should have handed over the power of destruction to a terrorist.”

“Yes.”

“You’re a real piece of work,” Adrien snapped.

Gabriel picked up his phone. No doubt to call the authorities.

Adrien reset with a sigh.

“You are trespassing on private property. I demand that you leave.”

“Actually, I happen to live here.”

Gabriel froze, his grey eyes rising to Snake Noir’s masked eyes.

“Adrien?”

“I realize you likely don’t approve.”

“Of my son gallivanting around the city in that ridiculous cat suit while putting his life in mortal peril?” Gabriel barked. “No, I don’t approve.”

“And here I was hoping that some part of you would be proud of me,” Adrien admitted softly.

“Adrien, I forbid you from continuing as a superhero. It is far too dangerous.”

“You’re not going to remember this conversation in three minutes, father. You’re not in a position to make demands.”

Gabriel held out his hand. “Give me your ring and I will take care of it.”

Adrien backed away, knowing if what Nino had said was true, his father was more than capable of an effective strike. “I’m not going to give you my miraculous. Not either of them.”

“Then what did you want to tell me?”

“I’ve come to ask if you’re Hawkmoth.”

“You would accuse me? Your own father? Of being a domestic terrorist?”

“Would you cut it out and just answer the question?”

“Watch your tone!”

“You’re worried about my tone?!”

“I see no reason to entertain your insolence and disrespect with a response.”

Adrien’s gut twisted. It wasn’t a denial. But it wasn’t a confirmation either. His father was not acting like an innocent man. And while Adrien was more convinced than ever that he was onto something, he wasn’t leaving until he was absolutely sure one way or the other.

“Father, I’m sorry.” He wasn’t actually sorry, but Adrien knew that an apology was often one of the only tools he had to calm his raging father. “I just… Ladybug suspected you. And I had to prove her wrong. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

His father’s face gave away nothing. There was no change in his expression or posture.

“I’m just worried about you, Adrien,” his father said. “You’re a child. You shouldn’t be risking yourself. This isn’t your fight. Nor your responsibility.”

“It’s not that big of a risk,” Adrien countered. “Ladybug always brings me back.” Adrien watched his father’s face carefully.

And sure enough, his lips pressed together into a thin line.

“You don’t have a say,” Adrien pressed further.

“I’m your father!” Gabriel insisted.

“That doesn’t mean you get to make every decision about my life!” Adrien shouted back. He knew that he’d never have had the gall to say that if his father was going to remember his defiance, but it felt freeing to say. Maybe Nino had been right and he should have confronted his father with the snake weeks ago.

“You are still a child! Until you’re an adult, it is my right to see to your safety and affairs.”

Adrien bristled at his father’s choice of words. His right?! Didn’t he mean responsibility?

But that was just it. His father probably didn’t see caring for him as a responsibility. Nathalie saw to his affairs, and his bodyguard saw to his safety. What did his father ever do other than try to control him?

“I haven’t been a child since mother left! And I think I finally understand why she did! To get away from you controlling every part of her life!”

“How dare you?!”

“How dare I?” Adrien repeated. “You’re the one that drove her away!”

Gabriel shoved his computer monitor off his desk. It fell to the ground with a shattered crash. Then Gabriel flipped the desk itself.

Adrien took a step back, every muscle tense and ready to spring into retreat. He had never seen his father lose control like this.

Gabriel stalked forward, over the debris, his breath suddenly heaving in his chest.

“Get out of my house!” he screamed, spit droplets flying from his mouth.

Adrien didn’t need to be told twice. He reset.

He stood once again on the mansion’s tiled roof. The sun was shining, the sky a perfect blue. Birds chirped in the garden and a car drove past the outer gates.

There was no evidence that he and his father had been screaming at each other seconds prior.

Because they hadn’t been.

He drew in a shaky breath and sat down, burying his head in his hands and knees. The event now only existed as a figment in Adrien’s memory.

His father hadn’t just lost control. He hadn’t just kicked Adrien out of his childhood home.

And yet his hands were trembling and his heartbeat was roaring in his ears.

Adrien was more convinced than ever that his father was the villain Ladybug had suspected he was. But what would get his father to come clean? Just asking hadn’t worked. Challenging his authority always made things worse. As apparently did direct confrontations.

Adrien stood up.

He knew what he had to say.

He reset, and then dove back down into his father’s office for the fourth time.

“You are trespassing on private property. I demand that you leave.”

“Hello father,” Adrien greeted formally.

Gabriel’s eyes widened, focused on his transformed suit. “Adrien?”

“I’ve come to apologize to you. I’ve been fighting as Chat Noir this entire time to protect Paris. But that was before I realized what Hawkmoth was fighting for.”

Adrien could already see the anticipation gleaming in his father’s eyes as he leaned eagerly forward.

“And what is Shadowmoth fighting for?” Gabriel asked.

Did he seriously just correct the villain’s name to Shadowmoth?

“You’re fighting to bring back mom,” Adrien told him. “And I want to help you. Ladybug…” and he had beat back a sob for even uttering these words. “Ladybug… she trusts me. I can… I can get you the miraculous of creation and I already have destruction,” he said, holding up his hand putting the ring on display.

“And you are willing to support Shadowmoth against the partner you’ve fought beside and defended for two years?”

“Family should come first, don’t you think?” Adrien said.

His father was silent, considering him stoically.

“I would do anything for Maman,” Adrien whispered. “To hear her voice again? To see her smile? Wouldn’t you?” It was what his father would have said to him had the identity reveal had played out in the reverse direction.

Gabriel smiled as he rose to his feet. “I should have trusted you with this ages ago, Adrien. I am sorry. I doubted you. I wasn’t certain that you had the stomach to do what needed to be done. To think, you were the key to victory the entire time. I should have had more faith.”

Adrien’s whole world shattered at the unequivocal confirmation. And yet, he remained standing, his eyes were dry, and his hands remained steady. Some part of him wondered at his ability to take the revelation without flinching. He knew if he had learned this a year ago, he would be a puddle on the floor balling, barely able to function.

But a lot had changed in the last year. A lot had changed in just the last few weeks. Adrien suddenly had a lot of practice at dealing with world-ending revelations and the accompanying grief. A lot of practice at saying good-bye to people that he loved.

“I miss her so much,” Adrien said, his voice cracking. And this time he did nothing to suppress the tears that wanted to fall. Because in this much, he was being honest. He missed her.

So much.

His father came around the desk, and swept Adrien up in a hug. For one weak moment, Adrien allowed himself to melt into the awkward embrace.

And then, the snake miraculous beeped, and his father jerked away violently, his eyes blazing with unbridled rage.

“You’re in a time loop?!” his father roared.

Adrien didn’t give him another second to react.

He reset. And he was back on the mansion’s rooftop. He dropped like a lead weight to the roof tiles.

He had just done something he had never done before.

He had earned his father’s admiration and respect.

His love.

The tears came fast and hard, and Adrien just let himself heave and sob because he knew he couldn’t keep his father’s love.

It came at a price Adrien was unwilling to pay.

And now, given what he knew he had to do, he knew without any doubt he would never have his father’s love.

Not for the rest of his life.

…

It only took two more loops to stop crying. And then his experience as a superhero who always had to act, to strike, to make decisions in life or death situations took over. Because he was a professional with a job to do.

But before that, he would give his father a chance to surrender. Adrien knew that his father wouldn’t take it, but he had to try anyway if only for his own peace of mind years from this moment.

“You are trespassing on private property. I demand that you leave.”

God, Adrien was really getting sick of that line.

“Gabriel Agreste, hand over the butterfly and peacock miraculouses without a fight, and I won’t tell a soul who you are.”

Adrien held out his hand, hoping with every fiber of his being that his father would just surrender.

Gabriel glared at him, but didn’t say anything for several seconds. Was his father considering his escape options? Or was he actually considering surrendering the miraculouses?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he eventually said stoically.

Snake Noir snorted. “This is my ninth loop. I’ve already confirmed you’re Hawkmoth. If you give it up, you can continue to live your life of privilege with your family. The city never need know who you are.”

“That’s quite the generous offer coming from you,” Gabriel said.

Gabriel was wrong. It was a selfish offer. Please father, please just take it.

Snake Noir glanced at the portrait of his mother that hung behind Gabriel “You’re not the only one who has lost someone you know.”

Gabriel launched to his feet, snarling. “What do you know of loss?”

“I lost my mother about three years ago, and I think I’m about to lose my father,” Adrien confessed calmly.

His father froze, his eyes widened. “Adrien?”

“Please father, give it up,” Adrien entreated. “Give it up and we can be a family.”

“Adrien, we can be a family. A whole and complete family with your mother here with us again. Please, just help me. With Chat Noir on our side, our victory is certain.”

Adrien squeezed his eyes shut against his father’s pleas.

“I will forgive all the years you fought against me. Join me now, and we can bring her back.”

“We can’t,” Adrien sobbed.

“We can,” his father insisted. “The ladybug and black cat will grant any wish.”

“The cost is too high.”

Gabriel snarled at him. “How can you be against me?! I did this all for you!”

“For me?! Are you serious, right now?! This was always for yourself!”

“For both of us!”

Adrien shook his head in agitation.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Adrien,” his father said, his voice contained an actual note of desperation.

Adrien’s eyes shot to his father’s and considered him.

His father might now want to hurt him. But he would. If that’s what it took.

Hot tears spilled down his face.

“So be it, father.”

“Adrien!”

Adrien didn’t give him the chance to say anything else.

…

On his next loop, he came through the front doors rather than through the window. His focus was on Nathalie.

If his father deserved a chance, so did she. And he was far less certain what she would choose.

Nathalie jumped to her feet instantly at his unexpected presence.

“Don’t stand on my account,” he told her. “I know you still haven’t been feeling well.”

“What can I do for you, M. Noir?” she said with as much dignity and professionalism as ever. Like his presence wasn’t abnormal at all.

“Where does he keep it, Nathalie?” he asked.

“Where does who keep what?” she asked, but it was clear to him that she was stalling when she glanced toward the doors to his father’s office.

“My father?” he clarified, following her gaze. “Where does he keep the butterfly miraculous?”

She stared at him, her expression almost unchanged except her pupils had dilated. It was good to know some things were capable of throwing Nathalie off her unshakeable foundation - that she was human.

She pushed the glasses up her nose. “I wouldn’t presume to know who your father is.”

“Nathalie, you’ve already figured out that I’m Adrien, and you’ve clearly known about him for far longer if you were using the peacock.”

She flinched.

He walked right up to her, his eyes looking down at her.

When had he grown taller than Nathalie?

“I’m not going to tell you anything,” she said.

His chest tightened painfully. He knew he had no claim to Nathalie’s affections, but he didn’t want to lose her, too. “Nathalie, please. Help me end this somewhat peacefully before one of us winds up killing the other. Please!”

“He’s doing this to bring your mother back,” she confessed.

He nodded. “Yeah, I got that. But I think maman might’ve had a good reason to leave. He has no right to force her back to a life she clearly didn’t want.”

Nathalie shook her head. “She didn’t leave. She’s still here. She’s just in a magically induced coma.”

He lost the ability to breathe.

His mother was here? The whole time? They had let him believe she was gone, that she had left him? Or that she had died? When she was here the whole time?!

His grip tightened around his baton, and his eyes burned.

“Did either of you ever consider telling me?” he choked out.

“He tried once, but you gave him your blessing to move on, and he decided you weren’t dedicated enough.”

He shook his head. Of course he did. “I gave him my blessing to move on with you,” he snapped back.

She glanced past him and adjusted her glasses. “Be that as it may,” she said softly.

“I don’t understand you. You’re willing to die for him?”

She turned back to him, her eyes suddenly intense. “For all of you! To heal your family!”

He took a step back. He wasn’t certain he wanted to be a part of this family.

“So you won’t help me?” he concluded.

“I won’t betray your father, Adrien. I can’t. I hate that it was you that we were fighting. And I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too, Nathalie.”

He reset the snake.

…

It only took thirteen loops to figure out how to get to the super secret supervillain lair underneath the mansion.

And there she was, preserved perfectly. She was exactly as he remembered - beautiful and soft. She could have just been sleeping if she hadn’t been lying in a glass coffin like some fairy tale princess waiting for a kiss of true love.

“Hi maman,” he whispered, his claws tracing out the curve of her face on the glass. “It’s… good to see you,” he managed before his throat lodged itself closed. He leaned his forehead against the smooth surface and he shook as silent sobs overtook him.

He fought to gain his breath back under control. He had so much he wanted to say to her. “So much has changed since you left us,” he whispered. “I wish I could tell you about all of it.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he sobbed.

“How did you get down here?!”

Adrien whirled, and found himself face to face with Shadowmoth.

“It wasn’t hard,” Snake Noir said, before pointing to the window. “That’s a very big window.”

“What are you doing down here?” the villain demanded.

“Saying good-bye to my mother,” Adrien said.

Whatever his father had expected him to say that was not it. He literally stopped in his tracks, his eyes going wide as if Adrien had just struck him. Which in a way, he supposed he had. “Adrien?”

“Yes father?”

THe older man smiled. He actually smiled. “This is perfect.”

Adrien had never disagreed with his father more in his life. This was about as far from perfect as they could get.

“You can help me,” he was saying. “Help your mother. You have what we need! And I’m sure if Ladybug knows it’s for your mother, she’ll be willing to help as well.”

Snake Noir shook his head, tears trailing over his mask. “We can’t revive her,” he whispered.

“We can!”

“The price is too high.”

“I will pay any price!” his father screamed.

“And that’s exactly why you can’t revive her! Did you know there was another timeline out there? One where you akumatized me! And the whole fucking world was destroyed! Is that a price you’re willing to pay?”

“If you help me, there would be no reason to akumatize you.”

“I can’t believe you! There’s no way I can convince you to give it up, is there?”

Gabriel ignored him, stalking closer. “Give me your miraculous!”

“I won’t!”

“This isn’t your battle to fight!” Gabriel snarled. “You are a child!”

“I stopped being a child the day mother disappeared! Because you disappeared the same day she did! I thought…” Adrien broke off momentarily overwhelmed with his tears. “I thought you were grieving! Turns out you were terrorizing the whole city!”

“For you!”

“That’s a load of bull shit!” Adrien screamed back.

Shadowmoth surged forward, snarling. And Adrien had run out of walkway. “Is your mother not worth it? You would betray me? Betray your own mother? For what? Some girl you barely even know?”

Adrien laughed bitterly. At this point he knew Marinette far better than either of his parents. If only she knew that.

“You would make me choose between two women that I love?!” Adrien countered.

“It shouldn’t be that hard. There are millions of women for you to fall in love with. You only have one mother.”

“I could say the same to you,” Adrien said. “You could fall in love again. You only have one son.”

Shadowmoth lunged forward, striking with his cane. Adrien parried the blow with his staff, and dodged to the side. “Maman wouldn’t want you to do this!” he yelled.

His father laughed. “This was her plan!”

Adrien stumbled, and lost his form. Shadowmoth struck again through the lapse in his defenses.

Snake Noir took the strike to the shoulder, and fell backwards. “Then she doesn’t deserve to be revived!”

Gabriel sneered. “I failed in raising you.”

“You didn’t raise me at all! And I’m likely better for it!”

Shadowmoth struck downwards, but Adrien just flicked the snake miraculous before the cane could make contact again, and he was back on the mansion’s tiled roof overlooking his mother’s gardens.

“Sass, scales rest.” The snake slipped away, but he was still Chat Noir. He vaulted blindly away needing to be anywhere else.

Once he had put half a mile between himself and his former home, he collapsed to the ground, and pulled open the communicator.

“M’lady, I figured out who Shadowmoth is. And I took the liberty of doing some reconnaissance with the snake.” He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. “And I-I… have a plan. Let’s meet on your balcony; I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Please invite Rena and Carapace. And don’t worry about costumes. I already know who all of you are and I think both the others know who you are, too. See you soon, princess.”

He ended the call, buried his head into his knees, curled up, and cried.

…

Chapter 9: Family

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