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suguruplsr · 4 months
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Agoraphilia
featuring.. Toji Fushiguro
✰ ✰ ✰ What's life like for Toji when he's dating a celebrity? A celebrity that just so happens to be you. And of course, life's nice.. but you just can't keep your hands off him. Who cares about paparazzi? Let 'em see.
,, model/influencer! Toji x fem actress reader , fluff + smut w/ small crack , based off “agora hills” by doja cat , toji is referred as a Zenin w/ small angst + comfort about it , PDA , dirty talk & pet names , mentions of sex in public places + limousine scene , mention of fans taking clips of you two kissing/ getting a bit touchy , choking , oral (f & m) , face fucking , riding + unprotected , clit licking , he spanks you once , reader wears makeup , you guys got recorded having sex (only audio + it was non-con) , exhibition kink (reader and toji aren’t that bothered abt anything at all) , it’s a lot pls lemme know if i missed smth <3
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Toji would say he has a good life. food, expenses always paid, access to practically everything in life, plus a big area to work out (his favorite), nice mansion, clothes, money, cars, and a lovely woman who is the love of his life, you. you’re quite the famous actor, making six figures and playing in multiple series that he makes sure to religiously watch. cuz’ he loves to see his woman on the big screen. and it’s not like he doesn’t work, mostly modeling and unexpectedly becoming an influencer, a good use of his name he’d say. posting workout videos and rating shit with his most honest opinions. there’s definitely complications of his most out of pocket opinions.
and perhaps there are a few things toji could say he doesn’t like about dating a famous person. like your fans. before your relationship was public, those damn losers had no restraints, trying to meet you in random places with any chance they had or getting touchy when you allowed hugs at meet and greets. he hates it even more when they try to touch you while you’re walking through the big crowds at events. like, let a woman be.
there’s other pet peeves, like nosy interviewers or weird directors you ended up working with, only to drop from their cast out of disgust. things any normal person would find annoying. the worst? pda. okay, it isn’t a pet peeve. but he wasn’t expecting someone as private as you to be all over him like you do. at first, he thought it was because maybe you just get bored out and about, but no. you just.. really fucking love him. and his dick of course.
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“Somethin' different about you
Love it when he hit and smack too
Baby, let me lick on your tattoos”
“fuck, you’re wild.” toji grins against your lips, pulling away to adore the needy look covering your face. you two were laid in bed, him leaning on the headboard with you on his lap. a place you always find yourself at. you bit your lip, looking up at him with eyes full of want. “yea, just f’you though.” you didn’t understand the exact feeling you have for the large man. it’s more than just love. but it was something that you could only convey with physical affection most of the time.
you just need him, to feel him, to show him just how much you want him. you feel so comfortable with him. you two have been dating for over five months, already smothering each other in love in every way possible. “so corny baby.” toji, shakes his head, yet with an undeniable smile forming as you trace the tattoo that reached from his right shoulder up to his neck.
it was simple, a snake with an arrow shooting through it. you remember on a hot summer night, you two were laying in bed and just learning each other's bodies with small touches and kisses. you were on his chest when toji explained to you the meaning of his tattoo. rebirth and healing. to signify him not only getting away from the toxic environment of his family, but also healing from it. at that time, you didn’t know all the details. you knew what kind of people his relatives are, but to think they could’ve treated their kin in such ways broke your heart.
that day, you, drunkenly, swore to kiss and love that tattoo to hopefully give him the love he didn’t receive.
you still do.
“yea? you love me though.” you grin, making toji hungrily chase after your lips. it was messy, something you two love in your own way. raw and undefined as your lips lock perfectly. you hold onto his shoulders, him pushing you down into the duvet and towering over you. your eyes open slowly as he pulls away with a parting bite on your lips, so dreamily and entranced by him.
“damn right. can’t get enough of you.” he chuckles, sitting back to spread your legs. to think someone like him feels the same way as you. sometimes you think you’re too much, but he might argue the opposite. toji gives a small slap on your thigh, tugging away your panties to bless himself with the sight of your wet pussy. “can you eat me out t’night?” you whine, lifting your legs up as he gets comfortable between them.
his head disappears under, mouth muffled into your skin as he kisses your clit. “was plannin’ on it..” and he gives a fat stripe in your folds, causing you to gasp and lock your legs around his neck. he continues, amused with your ‘response’ and holding your thighs to pull you closer. he licks up and down, no care for your squirming and teasingly rolling the muscle around your bud.
“mm’yea love your big tongue toji~ wan’ it in me!” you whimper, tugging his hair and eliciting a guttural sound from him, his dick twitches in his sweats, tongue entering your pussy that welcomed him in with no qualms. the taste of your juices has toji moaning in your cunny. he gets sloppy, careless with his movements and flexing his tongue as deep as he can, kissing your folds periodically or opening his mouth wider to suck your clit and have you pull his hair harder.
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“That's true that I like PDA, take it to a seedy place
Suck a little dick in the bathroom”
“you really into this?” toji grunts as you nod, keeping your crouched balance on your heels and unzipping his pants. amazing really, he thinks. you two were at some function hosted by a friend, snucked in a bathroom that someone is surely going to bang on if you two take too long. “yea, it's somethin’ we shouldn’t do. but fuck, you look so good.” you pout, fishing out his cock and kissing the tip. you don’t want to waste time, melting from the taste of his length and letting it sit on your tongue.
“really? shit.. c’mon baby, just get on your knees. i’ll get you a new pair of tights.” toji grits his teeth when you obey, giving your ‘thanks’ by taking his girth down your throat. you hold one of his thighs, other hand finding the base of his cock and jerking off what you couldn’t reach. it’s almost humiliating how quickly toji’s muscles are tightening, falling weak to the feeling of being so deep in your throat.
you let go of his cock, hands now clutching his thighs, and looking up at him all teary. he knows what you want, for him to just fuck your face and cum down your throat. he’s hit the fucking jackpot.
toji reached down with two hands, mindful of your hair that took so long to do and settling for grabbing the sides of your head. “want me to fuck your throat huh? yea ya do. gonna get rough baby.” he smiles, watching you get closer to him, wanting whatever he’s going to give you. he gives a low moan as he eases himself completely down your throat, you hollow your cheeks expertly, flush against his pubes before he begins moving.
he fucks your throat harshly, holding your head still as you moan around his dick. you look up at him through your blurry eyes, and he’s so handsome. jaw clenched with the veins in his arms popping, he gives one particularly hard thrust, slowing a bit and giving you time to actually suck his cock. the warm cavern of your mouth is just perfect, something that he could never want to get rid of.
“oh shiiit, fuck, fuck, fuck. fuckin’ love your mouth, gonna make me cum baby.” toji blabbers, groans filling the walls as you roll your tongue around him as much as you can. his voice, all deep and raspy, makes your pussy wet. closing your legs tight together and rubbing them to try dealing with the growing heat between your legs.
he pushes his hips forward, making you choke. “sorry baby, j-just gonna— fuck. gonna cum down this throat.” toji moans, looking down at your expression, he almost feels bad for the way he’s ruined your face. but he knows you love it, every single time. there’s loud wet sounds reverberating throughout the rest room. both of you hearing little ‘shlicks’ as spit drips from your lips and coats his cock. you squeeze your eyes tight as when he stops, your nails digging into the fabric of his pants while his dick basically quivers in your mouth.
you can hear the thick lump of cum before it pours down your tongue, pussy throbbing at the salty taste as the warm liquid slides down your throat until it turns into tiny little spurts. opening your eyes, you see toji’s head thrown back, body shaking in pleasure as he gives a drawn out moan. “d-definitely should do that often..” he mumbles.
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“Who that man with the big strong hands On her ass in the club with the paps?" Baby, that's you”
‘whose the guy you were dancing with at the club in your recent post?’
you read the question aloud, already feeling giddy once you remember your activities over the weekend. “oh! that’s my boyfriend!” you grin, watching how the comments flowed faster through the insta live. it’s not like you hid him, if anything, you’re just always seen with him. but maybe he’s been mistaken for a bodyguard? you ponder. thinking about the recent comments and articles about you, they’ve never seen his face. well, at least not anywhere around you.
a damn shame. such a handsome man. your, handsome man.
‘yea who is he? he was so big lmao.’
“toji— wait!” you pause yourself before you let your big mouth rant, flipping the phone on the couch as you run through the house. you really hope that by some miracle they weren’t able to hear the name that slipped from your lips. considering you never really talked with the man about publicity, especially with all the extra things PR and management might force onto you.
shaking your head, you open the door of your gym room. if you could even call it just a room, toji was in the middle of his set of planks, headphones on and shirtless with a pair of baggy shorts. you almost let yourself get distracted, eyeing his sweaty form as you walk over to him. how the hell can he be so broad? well, you’re seeing in real time how he does it— but fuck, the mere structure of his neck and shoulders makes you want to wrap your legs around him.
“hey beautiful.” toji grunts, sitting himself up at the sound of his timer ringing through his ears. he slides off the headphones, grabbing the towel you hand to him and taking a sip of his water bottle. you stay silent, biting your cheek as you think about your next words. “what’s wrong?” he sighs, and you immediately cave, giving an exaggerated groan. “okay so maybe i may have just accidentally said you’re my boyfriend on live like three minutes ago and perhaps i could’ve just made a really really big mistake that i kinda want but i was just wondering—“
toji stands up with a chuckle, stopping your small rant with a pat on your head, hand moving down to hold your flustered face. “what’re you tryin’ to say baby?” “i was getting to that. but would you like, want to go public with me? like y’know.. actually tell people we’re dating..” you mumble, looking down as he shrugs. “i thought we already were since ya drag me practically everywhere. but go ahead. i don’t mind.” and you gasp, no way.
but it seems to be yes way from the kiss of affirmation toji gives you on your forehead before you run, more like slide, through your house in glee. getting back to your phone and confirming the wild comments that didnt stop.
“so yea, im dating toji zenin. y’know that hot guy from that one family..”
“Hot News! Actress [Name], popular for her character in — reveals that’s she’s dating the distinguished model, Toji Zenin, a workout influencer who is also a part of the well-known family—“ read more at…
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“Front-seat chillin' with the window down I be ten toes down on the dash, gettin' fast food”
“that shit better be f-fucking soundproof..” toji groans as you shuffle his cock out his slacks. giggling with a sweet smile on your face that rivaled the dirty stuff you’ve whispered in his ear the whole ride. you have too much on your mind about your man to think about the partition separating you two from the driver. “it is.. maybe.” you mumur, mindlessly running your thumb along the slit of his cock. it glistened with pre, leaning towards you with small twitches as you greeted it with your lips.
you kiss the tip, purple lipstick stanning the lightly red muscle as you go further down. you have to remind yourself you can’t play with the hefty balls stuck in that stupid clothing, opting for simply pressing on them, knowing that was enough for him to shift, trying to feel the friction more. “fucker better not look at us weird— fuuuck baby, yea, just like that.” toji desperately wants to push your head further down as the warmth of your mouth envelops him.
you’re devilish. doing more that just sucking his cock and getting him off quickly. the image of him getting ready earlier was plaguing your mind, and even just the way he sat across from you ten minutes ago had you salivating. legs spread for freedom as his dark eyes watched you munch on the snacks left on the small table. you can’t get enough toji. but you damn sure are trying by bobbing your head up and down, not moving too fast, lips sucking tightly so he could hear the nasty sounds of spit.
“doin’ so good f’me. you can go a bit deeper, mhm, yea you can.” toji coos, placing a hand on the back of your neck, appreciating the show of your skin and running it comfortably. but it was so big for him to wrap it around your neck, choking you from behind and lifting your head up to see your fucked up face. or to push you further down, listening to the gurgling sounds as you choke on his length. “shit. that’s so hot baby.” he grunts, pulling you up for relief as you hiccup, clearing your throat and looking over at him.
you’re so gorgeous, he think— knows. the way your expensive ass make up was ruined, mascara and eyeliner smudged and he thinks some stained his pants too. but he could care less. especially from the way you kiss his jaw, him tilting it back further so you could paint it in little bits of purple lipstick that was left on your lips. “a few blocks away. please, lemme make you cum toji.” you whine, pouty lips meshing all over his skin as you move onto his lap, rolling up your dress.
thankfully, you were wearing a mini version of your sleeveless dress. allowing you to grind into his length, feeling the fat cock between your thighs. maybe you should post a small review to fashion nova later.
“baby.. fuck, don’t look at me like that.” toji grunts, falling victim to your puppy eyes as you eagerly move to align him with your hole. you take him in one go, both of you moaning as you fall onto his lap with a ‘plop!’. you love it, the familiar sensation of his dick molding your sweet insides, it’s like your comfort place. soothing you into placing your head onto his chest as your mind processes the feeling of him inside you. “makin’ me do all the work huh?” he scoffs, bringing his hands to your sides and starting to bounce you on his cock.
he didn’t have any remorse, you started this. he sets a quick pace that has you clawing his button up, each ‘plap!’ of your flesh meeting leads to his dick reaching up into your goey walls and hitting your g-spot. over and over again. “toji.. mm fuck, i love your dick..” you mumble, head tilting back with your tongue lolling out, too fucked out to even understand anything. only able to comprehend how good your man’s dick feels.
well at least the driver knows too?
“Hot News! Limousine driver goes viral for breaking the law and uploading an audio with the sounds of his clients apparently having sex in the back of the car. It’s not said who the people are, but fans suspect it might be—“ read more at…
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“Hope you can handle the heat, put your name in the streets
Get used to my fans lookin' at you”
“baby they’re lookin’” toji groans, holding you tightly as you pepper his face in kisses, even daring to go lower to the skin of his neck that peeked out his collared shirt. “and?” you huff. you came to the airport to pick him up. and who were you to not love your man after nearly a month of being apart?
sure you could’ve waited, but fuck, you just missed him. “c’mon baby. i don't like those cameras on ya.” toji feels hot, something about knowing his woman having no care for the rest of the world does something to him. the clicks of cameras seemed infinite, and he almost felt bad for the bodyguards surrounding you two, keeping the phones and curious people at bay.
“just one more..” you mumbled into his skin, an arm reaching up around his neck and pulling him in. there was a loud sound of ‘aw’s and cooing as you two kissed. and despite his previous words, it edged toji on a bit, making him press further into you, leaning closer. his body trapped you, not letting you leave for air and keeping your lips locked. your tongues battled against each other, his winning and exploring your mouth so vigorously it made you whine against him.
as soon as your legs buckle, too hot and bothered from his actions, he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips until he gives you one more quick n’ sloppy kiss. “we’re gettin’ out of here. fuckin’ wet arent’cha?” he whispers, grinning when you nod quickly, wrapping your arms around him as he picks you up.
the men in black surround you two through the paparazzi until you reach the designated ride. your head was tucked into his neck as toji throws the crowd a smirk, winking before shuffling you two into the car.
“Hot News! Famous actress, [Name], seen to be making out with her newly introduced boyfriend, the, Toji Zenin. is this a good pair? there’s already clips of—“ read more at…
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“Fuck what they heard, I don't fuck with them birds
I'm a mean kitty, don't get stabbed with the rat tooth”
“shit baby. i think someone saw us last friday.” toji grunts, turning on the bed, phone in hand and showing your groggy self a video. it’s kinda blurry, the recorder whispering to themselves and getting a glimpse of you and toji sneaking away from a small secluded area. in the video, toji was close behind you, fixing the back of your dress as you fixed your messed up lip gloss. you only hum, reading the caption,
‘saw them at the VMA awards last week.. were they doing you know what? in public too?’
you grin up at toji, bringing a hand up to read through the comments. most of them were assumptions that you two did fuck. considering there’s already a few small infamous clips of you two kissing or getting touchy in public places. you notice that people mention it to be shameful, which you admit, it kinda is.
it’s only shameful if you feel shame.
“you don’t care huh?” “nah.” you giggle, watching him put away the phone before pulling you over onto his chest. you give a small yelp, looking down at his tired form and dragging your hands along his body. “why not baby? don’t you gotta rep? hope y’r not getting emails or stuff about this too..” he sighs, gripping the plush of your thighs and meddling with it as you lean down to kiss him.
“yea, but i don’t care. we still get offers, opportunities and stuff. everything’s well. soo..” you shrug, making him laugh as you grind on his chest. you two were barely clothed after your activities last night, your panties being the only thing keeping your cunt from his defined muscles. “you’re crazy.” and you grin, “your love’s got me lookin’ so crazy right now—” “oh hush, c’mere n’ kiss me..”
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sooniebby · 1 year
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Hi, were you accepting request? if so, could i request a nsfw fiction? where m!reader is having an intimate night with his soft boyfriend (any male character you're simping for) who's happy to pop m!reader's virginity and bottomed him out with lots of cum!
“would you look at this? there's a bulge inside you, so adorable just like you..”
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ఌ 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈
❝ 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚?! ❞
꧁ 𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂
Word count › 1.9k
Rating › NSFW
Warnings › cringy idiots having sex
Kinks › creampie
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╰┈─➤ BEGINNING
Denji was ready. He prepared everything in advance—something he rarely does which told Aki and Power that he indeed was serious. The small apartment they shared was empty with just Denji and his boyfriend, (Name). They had been dating for almost six months which was honestly a record for Denji. 
He was honestly not sure what shocked him the most: that he was dating a man or that their relationship lasted more than a week. 
But he had gotten over that. Denji silently smirked to himself, not noticing the raised eyebrows he got from (Name). 
Honestly, (Name) should’ve been used to Denji’s strange quirks by now. 
(Name) was only an inch taller than Denji and had more muscle on him compared to his previously malnourished boyfriend. Maybe that’s why Denji thought (Name) was supposed to take the lead in the relationship. 
That’s what the comics showed. 
“Denji, if you’re done smiling to yourself, can you pass me the remote?” (Name) asked, holding his hand out. Denji bristled but handed him the remote, eyeing the other beside him. 
Okay, maybe he was just stupid, but wasn’t something supposed to happen by now? 
(Name) changed the channels until it was on some random action movie. He hummed as he moved to rest his head on Denji’s lap, getting himself comfortable. Denji couldn’t help his urge to tangle his hand in (Name)’s hair, doing some little braids that would be a pain to undo later. 
It stayed like that for a moment—just the two enjoying each other’s company. 
“Something wrong?” (Name) asked. 
Denji hummed. “No. Why?” That was one of the weird things about (Name). It was like he was able to feel whenever Denji was overthinking something. 
“You’ve been on edge ever since I got here.” (Name) moved to sit up to look at Denji. “Was it…?” He trailed off to let Denji get the idea. (Name) hated Makima and really any one that took advantage of Denji’s naivety but he knew not to state it outloud. 
Who knew if she could hear their every move? 
Denji frowned. Damn, did he really suck at hiding his emotions? “Uh, well, it’s really just I thought you’d do something by now.” 
“Do what?” 
“Sex.” 
(Name) blushed. If this was any other situation, Denji would’ve began celebrating since it was practically impossible to get (Name) to blush. But right now, he was worried his boyfriend would faint from overheating. 
Was he embarrassed by sex? 
“Do you not want to have sex? You’ve dated before.” Denji said. 
“But….” (Name) looked away. “I’ve never had sex before.” 
Denji blinked. 
No way. 
No fucking way! 
“Huh?!” He yelled, a bit too loud for (Name) who suddenly turned back to stare at him with a scowl on his face. 
“What?! Why’s that so hard to believe?” 
“How can you date other people but not have sex?” 
“I was scared…” (Name) muttered. 
Denji was so confused. How could (Name) fight devils with no issue but he somehow had a problem with having sex? Denji stared at him with a confused look that only embarrassed (Name) even more. They stayed like that for a moment while the movie continued on in the background. 
“Was this why you wanted to have this sleepover?” (Name) asked, his cheeks finally returning to back to normal. 
Denji shrugged. “Half of it. I also just wanted to spend time with you.” 
(Name) bit his lip. “We can have sex but I might be a bit bad…” 
“It’s not like I’ve ever had sex ,” Denji stated. 
“I should get ready then,” (Name) said, standing up. 
“Ready for what?” 
“….for you to fuck me, did you forget already?” (Name) asked, his usual snappiness coming back. 
Denji paused. “You…. You’ll take my dick inside you?!” He asked, shocked at the new development. 
(Name) stared at him as if he was crazy. “Yeah, I don’t want to top. Besides, I doubt you know how to open yourself.” 
“Open myself?!” 
“Do you even know what has to happen for us to have sex?! Neither of us have a vagina!” 
“I thought the person who had the biggest dick tops.” 
(Name) frowned. “Where did you learn all of this?” 
“Manga….” 
“Just ask me next time. But you have the bigger dick anyway.” (Name) said, walking away to the bathroom. 
Denji blinked. 
Wait how did he know that? 
(Name) was scared. Yeah, sure, he had been wanting to have sex with Denji but he was also terrified. A dick was supposed to go inside his asshole. That’s scary! What if it tears him open?! 
He sighed, looking around in the bathroom for any type of lube. Much to his surprise, he did. He tried not to imagine who this belonged to. (Name) walked over to the small bedroom that Denji was already in, pacing around. 
“You okay?” 
Denji nodded, stopping in his tracks. “I quickly read one of Aki’s hidden porn mag and saw what I have to do.” 
“Uh, okay. Do you mind getting out so I prepare?” 
“No. I wanna see.” Denji said before quickly realising how harsh he sounded. “If you don’t mind…” 
(Name) controlled his urge to pout. “Sure, fine. Just don’t look at me weird.” He slipped off his pyjamas and laid down on the bed. It was a bit odd to be fully naked in front of Denji but he tried to ignore it as he slipped off his boxers. 
With shaky hands, he grabbed the lube to squeeze out a generous amount and went straight to his ass. (Name) moved himself to where his legs was pulled closer to his chest as he easily slipped in a finger inside himself. 
“So easily?” Denji asked, not noticing the look of embarrassment on (Name)’s face. 
“I masturbated this morning…” He whispered, slipping in another finger with ease. It was somehow making him horny to masturbate in front of his boyfriend. Maybe he was a pervert.
Soft moans left (Name)’s lips as he tried to open himself up as much as possible. His face was dusted pink, feeling the watchful eyes of Denji. He wondered what he was thinking. 
Did he think he was sexy? 
“(Name)…” 
“Mmh?” 
Denji was way closer than he was earlier. He stared at (Name) as he gently reached over and parted his legs even further to get a better look. 
“Your legs are in the way.” Denji said, grinning at the whine of embarrassment he got from (Name). “Are you ready?” 
(Name) glanced down at the bulge in Denji’s pants and gulped. He was ready physically but mentally? 
“Yeah. Just don’t go so hard…” 
Denji simply grinned and motioned for (Name) to lay down. He pulled down his pants, not having worn boxers, and grabbed some lube to spread on his cock. It was a bit cold… 
This certainly wasn’t his own lube. 
Oh. 
He shuddered at the thought of either Power or Aki using it. (Name) was too busy counting cats in his head to notice Denji’s panicked thinking. A laugh caught his attention as (Name) looked down to see Denji in between his legs. 
“What are you laughing at?” 
“Nothing…. It’s just I thought since you were bigger than me that you’d have a bigger dick,” Denji said, staring at down at (Name)’s 4 inch dick that seemed to twitch under his gaze. (Name) glared at him, sitting up to get a glance at Denji’s cock when his skin turned pale. 
“What the fuck…?” 
“What? Is it ugly?” 
“No… Are you a grower?!” 
The one time (Name) had saw Denji’s cock, it was large but not as big as it is now. It had to be close to eight inches than the five that he last saw. Denji blushed while a confident smile grew on his lips. 
(Name) rolled his eyes but laid back down. Denji took that as a sign to go ahead. He inched in closer and pressed his dick right at (Name)’s hole that was dripping with the copious amount of lube he had used earlier. It was a bit scary for (Name) but Denji was excited. 
This was way better than what he imagined. 
He was going to give his boyfriend the best night of his life. 
With one swift movement, he easily pushed inside. (Name)’s breathing hitched, a soft whine leaving his lips. He gripped the bed sheets beneath him as Denji continued to push his entire length inside. It should’ve embarrassed him at how easily he took him in but he was sort of proud of his body. 
Once Denji was fully inside, their skin touching, he finally looked down at (Name)’s stomach. It was a bit toned from the work they did but still had a softness that he loved to play with. But there was something causing (Name)’s stomach to bulge. 
Was it his dick? 
“(Name).” 
Only a pitiful whimper left (Name)’s lips. 
“There’s a bulge inside of you from me.” 
(Name) let out a gasp of concern as he glanced down to see it was indeed true. He was shocked. And horny as his lower region tightened around Denji’s dick. Denji groaned and a playful smirk appeared on his lips. 
Denji trailed a hand on (Name)’s stomach and lightly touched the bulge. He leaned down to press a kiss on his lips. 
“It’s cute, like you.” 
With that, he began to slowly pull out and slam back inside. (Name) mouth opened in a silent scream as Denji used most of his strength to keep up the harsh motion. (Name) wanted to kill Denji for not going slow like he wanted but he couldn’t deny that it felt so good. 
There was a constant pressure on something inside of him. Whenever Denji so much as brushed it—(Name)’s body jerked upwards as he moaned. Their neighbors were going to kill them in the morning. 
(Name) reached over to wrap his arms around Denji’s neck, bringing him close to kiss him once more. This only seemed to make Denji gain more energy as he reached down and grasped (Name)’s right leg, pulling it up more to gain more space to move faster. 
The position for (Name) was a bit uncomfortable but he had no time to complain. 
Denji pulled away from the kiss and groaned. “I see why you wanted to bottom. I feel like I’m going to pass out already.” He said, his thrusts getting considerably inconsistent. 
(Name) smirked, “aw, you can’t handle it?” Denji simply stared at him as if he shouldn’t have said that.
Maybe he shouldn’t have because obviously the guy with a devil living inside of him has more power than the average human. 
It could’ve been, maybe almost ten minutes, of Denji’s inhumane thrusts. (Name)’s stomach was covered in his own cum that had began to be more watery after the third time. His throat was sore and honestly he wished he kept his damn mouth shut. 
“Denji…” he whined. 
Denji simply hummed, nipping at (Name)’s neck as he slowed down his thrusts. 
“Finish already. I’m so tired…” 
“Fine, fine. I’m close anyway,” Denji grunted, easily flipping over (Name) to lay on his knees and face away from him. It took only a few more harsh thrusts that deliberately touched the magic spot inside of (Name) as they both cummed with the other’s name on their lips. 
(Name) groaned, wanting to sleep. He could feel the hot cum inside of him that felt like an amount no normal human could realistically make but Denji wasn’t exactly human anymore. With his head on the pillow, he was about to fall asleep as Denji pulled out only to feel him push the cum dripping out back inside of him. 
“Denji!” 
“What? Don’t want it to spill.” 
(Name) headed chuckling before feeling Denji push his cock back inside. 
And it was still hard. 
“Do you mind going for a few more rounds? I still have stamina in me!” 
(Name) was done for. 
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recreationalfanfics · 8 months
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Yandere Adventurer NSFW Headcanons
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Mentions of: Dumbification, intimate dreams, bongage, choking, praise and degradation, dry humping, use of the word "slut", masturbating
General:
- First thing to note about Jesse: he is panromantic, meaning he adored his darling for how and who they are. Does he have sexual urges? Yes and those sexual fantasies of his darling develop as he descends into his obsession. Does that mean he feels like he NEEDS to have sex with his darling? Absolutely not. Give him a fleshlight and his darling's undergarments and he's good to go. Would he want to have sex with them? Yes but if they ain't into it, they ain't into it, but that's fine because he just wants to spend every waking minute being with them.
- Jesse is definetly a switch. Yes, he'd love to use his whip to tie your hands above the bed and watch you squirm underneath him in pleasure but he also would love the idea of waking up to see you straddling him and looking down at him with hungry eyes.
- LITERALLY DOESN'T CARE IF YOUR EXPERIENCED OR NOT, HE IS COOL EITHER WAY. If you're inexperienced then he'll try be as gentle as possible, softly guiding you through it and showing where to touch and helping you. Will absolutely stop in the middle of sex if you have any concerns and it's amazing how goes from seductive to listening to you so patiently and smiling softly at you as you speak on your concerns and he tries to reassure you as best as he can or tweak his whole approach and once you're all good, he goes back to being seductive.
- If you're pretty well experienced, he is absolutely excited to see it for himself. Would love to be beneath you even when he's the one domming/topping because he wants to see if he can make you experience an orgasm like you've never felt before or touch you in ways you've never been touched if you let him.
- Jesse would feel an extreme amount of guilt at first. He wakes up in a coldsweat in his tent in the jungle because he had an erotic dream about the two of you and he just pants softly before he rubs his face and tries to shake it out of his head.
"C'mon, Jesse, the hell's wrong with ya?"
- He knows he has feelings for you at this point, he just isn't yet aware of how dark they are. In the beginning, he'd try to wake himself up as fast as he could when he had those dreams but the deeper he becomes obsessed, the more he allows himself to indulge in them.
- You wouldn't know about this either, since he's very good at treating you same as ever. He might be easily flustered around you a lot more but he plays it off as just lack of sleep from researching and adventuring and thats why he's so weird and out of it. But then you look away and he just stares intently at your ass and shakes his head and goes back to what he was doing.
- If you happen to leave an article of clothing or something in the archives of the university you both work at, like a scarf or a jacket or anything else then it is his now. First he would put them over his pillow and cuddle it and pretend it was you but then one night he had one of his damn dreams again and well, he felt absolutely pathetic as he used it to try and get rid of his boner. When he returns it after it loses your scent, he makes up something like that it was in the lost-in-found but really dirty so he took it home and cleaned it. His heart soars when you smiled and thank him but frowns when you ask: "Jesse, you're honestly the most amazing friend anyone can ask for!"
"Aw, shucks, darlin'...That's-...That's real sweet of ya."
- WHEN YOU TWO FINALLY GET TOGETHER, IF YOU WANT TO EXCITE HIM: use the keys you have to get into his house and wait for him nude. He'll come home, tired and exaughster but when he walks in the bedroom and sees you there with your legs spread nice and open for him. He just smiles like a doofus and is quick to strip and jump in bed with you.
Kinks:
Dry Humping: God he will absolutely hump his hips against his bed or his pillow when he thinks or dreams of you. In general, he'd love how sensual and exciting dry humping is. Like, you'll he bent over one of the tables in your shared work spot and you moan softly and desperately as he grinds his hips against you from behind, or maybe you'll wrap your arms around him and grind against his thigh and palm at the bulge in his pants and he'll squeeze your ass through whatever bottoms your wearing. It's like heaven honestly when he looks down at you and your looking up at him, your eyes dreamy and half-lidded but when he hears footsteps of the annoying headmaster, the both of you are talking about the history of some civilization and once he leaves, you and Jesse look at each other and smile. But yeah, you wouldn't even have to be naked for Jesse to want to bend you over the table, just let him hump you from behind and massage your chest as he leaves hickies on your neck.
Fingering: God please just let him shove his fingers in your hole and give you the most pleasure you've ever experienced. His hands are big and calloused from his adventures and sometimes you catch yourself noticing the veins on them. They'll feel so good as he uses them to squeeze your thighs and they'll feel even better once they're inside you. If AFAB, PLEASE LET HIM FINGER YOU IN THE MIRROR. Lean against his chest and moan and beg as his fingers explore inside of you and fuck you so good that you'll keep a hand on his wrist to let him know that he's not done yet. Let him see himself touching that sweet pussy of yours and how he leaves you so nice and wet. If AMAB, him jerk you off and if you'll let him, stretch out your ass. Just him gently whispering about how good his darling is doing for him as he pumps your cock with his hand and praise you for taking his two fingers so well and being so good for your sultry moans and whimpers.
Brat taming: Yandere Adventurer has the whip and the "fuck around and find out attitude". Jesse is a sweet man but even he has his limits, especially if it's his darling trying to tease him sexually or being a little difficult. When he finally gets his hands on you, he will make you absolutely cry as he somewhat mocks you.
"Aw, whats wrong, poor baby? Don't worry, after ya learned your lesson, Jesse'll take care of you real good. Just hold on a lil' longer~"
Pegging: LOOK, IF YOU WANT TO BEND HIM OVER AND TIE HIS HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK WITH HIS OWN WHIP AND RAIL HIM WITH A GIANT STRAP ON, HE WON'T STOP YOU. If you want to grab his lil pony tail and pull it back so you can hear him beg and yell like a whore in his southern drawl, he is down for that. If you want him to get on his knees and suck on your strap on and then grab his hair and face fuck him with it for the fun of it, HE HAS NO COMPLAINTS. But like, only if you want to tho-
Anything that has to do with you sitting on his face: Please let him eat you out. When you're stressed, sometimes he just thinks that maybe you'd be a little less stressed if you just sat on his face and let his tongue take away all the stress from your pretty little head. If you're worried about hitting him, he will reminded you he got trapped in an elephant stampede and survived somehow.
"...A-Are you comparing me to an ELEPHANT?"
"WHA- NAH, I'M JUST- That definely ain't what I meant! See? This is why ya gotta sit on my face so I don't say dumb shit like that-"
".... Have a good day, Jesse-"
"DARLIN', I JUST MEANT TO SAY YA DON'T GOTTA BE AFRAID OF ME GETTIN' HURT!"
Manhandling: Look, he grew up in a farm in the south so he absolutely is able to to toss, choke, and hold you down but since it helped him realize his own strength, he knows how gentle he's gotta be with you too. But yeah him just holding your wrists above your head as he pins you against the wall and his other arm wrapped around your waist so he can fuck you. Or like, 69 you but HE'S STANDING UP. So if you're sucking him off but slowing down, he can grab the back of your hair and bob your head for you as he does his part to make you feel good.
- Bondage: Loves the idea of tying you up and being tied up himself. HE'D BE SO DOWN FOR SUSPENSION but understands if you don't want to do it, but let him tie your hands together and tie your legs apart. Another thing is that he's escaped ropes before so when you tie him up and he acts all whiny and helpless as you tease him, just know that he's actually enjoying it. Also, about those dreams he's had, he's definetly had one where he got stuck in a bunch of tree vines and was suspended from the ground but was exactly crotch level to your face and instead of getting him down, you sucked him off. He walked into a wall the next day and when you asked about his black eye, he tells you that it was a hitman-
- Choking: It goes without saying that Jesse won't try to hurt you, since, after all, he's fucking you so YOU feel good but he does like it when he leaves bruises on your neck from his hands or small indents if his nails and he licks over them when you're both in the bathtub and he's cleaning you up. If you choke him out? Instantly nutting and he's absolutely shameless about it.
Praise/Degradation: If want to be praised, he's got you! He praises you all time in non sexual ways but moments when you're sitting on his lap and he's planning for his latest trip that he decides to be mean and whisper sweet nothings and seductive praise. For degradation, he's a bit hesitant and would want to talk about it since he doesn't think people who love each other should say things like that to each other but if you're into it, watch him slowly enjoy calling you his cockdumb slut. He also likes praise himself, no matter whose being more submissive that session, but if you want to degrade him, he'll hesitantly allow it but the longer he's with you, please call him a manwhore. A pervert who instantly opens his lega for you and only you. Be smug that you got the most amazing and impressive historian underneath you and his eyes are rolled back as you call him some mean names that don't cross over the line TOO much. Whether you're being mean or being nice, he loves it, but he comes to find out that you being a bit mean to him hits different.
- Overstimulation: THIS MAN HAS SO MUCH STAMINA IT IS INSANE. NO TOY CAN OUTDO OR MAKE YOU FEEL HALF AS GOOD FOR AS HALF AS LONG AS HE CAN. Cry as he fucks you through your orgasm, go numb with pleasure as his mouth licks and sucks whatever it can reach, and whimper timidly when you feel his calloused hands grab you and pull you into him because he promises this is the last tine and he'll be done. Alternatively, OVERSTIMULATE HIM. Put him to the test by using so many toys and vibrators on him while having him eat you out or such or bitting into him. Watch as that happy little smile turns into a lip bite as you make him orgasm for the 6th time that night and how he'll hasp in surprise as you get ready to make it 7.
- Dumbification: He loves watching you turn into a babbling mess. He loves having intelligent conversations with you but he also discovered that he loves it when you talk absolute nonsense because his cock is pounding you so good. He will get dumb with you two and soon you both are just two bodies pressed each other mindlessly fucking and he loves it. He loves that all you can do is incoherently beg for him not to stop and that your whines are the only thing that his brain can hear and that the pleasure of his cock being squeezed by you is the only thing he can feel.
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witchy-scribblings · 8 months
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are you still watching?
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shinazugawa genya x reader
synopsis ➳ it might have been you who selected the movie currently playing on your tv, but as of right now it was the last thing you could focus on.
warnings ➳ characters are aged up, shy genya, dom reader, making out, dry humping, coming in pants, dirty talk, praise kink, lowercase, mdni!
wordcount ➳ 2.3k
[crossposted on ao3]
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it might have been you who selected the movie currently playing on your tv, but as of right now it was the last thing you could focus on.
you knew this scene and its dialogue by heart now, the tension-filled first confession of mr. darcy towards elizabeth bennet was and would always be one of your favorite moments in cinematic history, but right now you could hardly care about any of it, unlike your lovely boyfriend, who was hanging on to every heated word that elizabeth dished back to the object of her unfortunate infatuation. and that was the problem.
he looked so damn good when he was focused on, well, anything, really.
it would be an understatement to say that you were utterly smitten with genya. despite his extremely rough exterior, he had never been anything if not kind and sweet towards you, even way before going steady. he had been an amazing friend back then (still is), if a little awkward with certain kinds of affection, and an equally outstanding boyfriend. despite still shying away from your love at times, which you actually just found all the more endearing, he never let you doubt his own feelings towards you, and showed that he cared in his own smaller but just as meaningful ways.
for example, letting you sit him through what could be your fiftieth (but his first) rewatch of pride and prejudice. he had agreed, not without making a face, and somehow ended up being more invested in the old drama than you.
you couldn’t keep from stealing quick glances at him even if you tried, but he just looked so good in his gray baggy t-shirt and red sleeping shorts. you loved that he didn’t feel stiff and nervous under your legs as they rested across his lap, and even had a big, warm hand rubbing up and down the expanse of your calf, warming up the skin and sending shivers through you, but he didn’t seem to notice. he didn’t because, against all odds, he was loving the wretched (you’d regret your own wording in the morning) movie and you wished he’d lay all of that undivided attention on you instead.
as much as you loved it whenever he got into something you enjoyed, you needed him in a different headspace right now.
to be fair, you had been dating genya for a relatively short amount of time, and he had made a lot of progress with processing your displays of affection (he didn’t nearly faint every time you kissed him anymore!), but you really wanted to take things a little bit further. even making out could prove a bit of a challenge, so you never really pushed because the last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable and, truthfully, you could reign in those needs, for heaven’s sake! you weren’t a horndog.
…not like you were currently drooling over your very oblivious boyfriend. not at all.
“genya…”
maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just ask .
“hmm? w’cha need, babe?” and you hesitated because how could you not? he was still watching the movie, although you could tell he was paying attention to you as well. how would he react if you just blurted it out? you were okay with rejection, but you didn’t want him to feel guilty for denying you and completely ruin the mood. would he faint, even? you really hoped not, because that would ruin the night for sure. but you couldn’t just backpedal now; it’d be weird and awkward to just say “nevermind” without a proper explanation.
“...can i get on top of you?” you were fearing the words had been too forward, but instead of overreacting, genya just spared a quick glance to your legs and threw a confused look your way.
“but you’re already on top of me, baby.”
god bless his dumb ass .
“no, no,” and you giggle, of course you do, feeling more relaxed after you were suddenly reminded that this was just your boyfriend; your idiot, lovely boyfriend. “i meant, can i sit on your lap?”
you could tell he was blushing now, but, to your surprise, that seemed to be the extent of his reaction to your request. outwardly, at least.
“uh… sure can, babe,” and you were baffled as much as pleased by the way genya had easily acceeded, but it only took you one second of curious consideration before you acted on your words and shuffled slowly to place yourself on top of him, with both legs straddling his thighs (you could tell he was way stiffer now) and pressing your chest snuggly against his. you peered into his wide eyes. “b-babe… the tv’s the other way…”
“i don’t wanna keep watching the movie right now, genya…”
oh.
your shy boyfriend looked too stunned to answer, so you waited patiently, letting your hands roam up and down his firm chest through the thin cotton, adoring the way you could feel his tiny shudders and hear the hitch of air in his throat. your fingers traveled further upwards, until they came to cradle his jaw in both hands; the skin felt warm and clammy to the touch. you made sure he didn’t miss the way your eyes flitted to his parted lips.
“is this okay?” you breathed against his lips, a silent plea. his body was so close, so warm and hard compared to yours, you could feel it despite having full layers of clothes in between. your thumbs ran circles on his reddened cheeks and your nose brushed against his from how close you were hovering towards him. you just needed the green light to close-
“yes, yes it’s so okay-,” you didn’t let him finish, couldn’t let him finish before your lips fell on his almost of their own volition, and his words merged into a moan that you gladly swallowed into your mouth. the kiss was gentle, experimental if only to gauge his every reaction and make sure he was comfortable with your advances.
so far, you knew he was.
you knew from the way his hands immediately flew to your hips to brace himself against your onslaught of affection, the way he shivered when you ran your tongue along his lower lips after every playful nibble, the way your mouth, pressed so insistently against his as the kiss grew in fervor, couldn’t contain the tiny, pleading whimpers coming from his throat.
at some point, you pulled away just enough to observe how he was faring and, boy, was it a sight to behold; genya, with his thin lips looked deliciously kiss-bruised and glossy with spit, his skin flushed all the way to his ears and possibly down to his chest, if you were to guess, and his unfocused eyes staring absently at you.
you weren’t any less than thrilled to have him so messed up from just some kissing.
“p-please…,” he murmurs, trying to chase after your lips like they’re his new vice, but you swiftly snake a hand into the unruly tresses of his mohawk and pull him back, maybe a little harder than you should have, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when you are rewarded with a loud groan that goes straight to your cunt, right along with the messy babbling you’ve pathetically reduced his speech to. “please, baby, kiss me more. y’r lips so sweet ‘n warm, i need more, more please, i- ah!”
you can feel your pussy soaking through the thin material of your panties when you grind yourself on genya’s crotch, once, twice, steadily building a rhythm where with every push and pull of your hips you could feel his dick getting harder and growing bigger.
“i can feel you through your shorts, baby,” you moan, shamelessly, keeping that one hand at the back of his head while your free one went to soothe the tight grip he held on your hip, through your oversized sleeping shirt. “your cock feels so hot and hard against my pussy, genya…”
if he’s embarrassed by your vulgar choice of words, genya doesn’t show it, and you’re sure it’s because he’s already so far gone into the steady pleasure, into your addictive touch, that he couldn’t be embarrassed even if he tried to.
he’s so unbelievably horny at this point that everything you say only serves to make his dick twitch inside his briefs.
when you lift yourself up a little, he follows and he whines , and you can’t help the amused giggle because he’s so damn needy already, but you let it play in your favor by taking the chance to slide his shorts down to his mid thighs; before you settle back down, you make sure to ogle the mouth-watering print of his cock tenting the material of his underwear.
“i really, really need to grind on your big cock now, genya. can i?” you ask sweetly, watching him throw his head back against the top of the couch and close his eyes to escape your impish smile and lustful gaze before they make him come embarrassingly early.
“p-please… i want it, baby, i-”
“i think you can do better than that, baby boy,” you coo, and you wonder how much you should push without risking ruining everything you’ve built-up until now but, it seemed, genya found it much easier to tolerate your teasing when he was already in the mood.
“b-babe, please… i need you t’grind your p-pussy on my cock…” he was doing so well, barely even stuttering, and you decided to reward him with a sensual trail of wet kisses on the side of his neck, tense like a bowstring with the self-imposed effort not to thrust up against your core himself. “‘m so so so hard for you, baby… i’ll be such a good b-boy for you…”
“yes you will, baby,” you sigh contentedly and, with that, begin to roll your hips back and forth, swiveling in circles and alternating between fleeting rolls and harsh grinding. “you’re already such a good boy, genya, letting me make you feel so good for me. aren’t you feeling good?”
as if the death grip he held on your hips and the desperate need to match your pace weren’t answer enough, you gave him time to put his own words together, to piece them despite the mist in his brain that only let him whimper and groan and moan breathily and raggedly into your neck.
“y-yes, you feel so good, oh my god, so so good… please don’t stop, please, i’m-” 
“oh? are you close, genya?” and this time he does seem too embarrassed to answer, but you can tell by the trembling of his thighs against yours, the increasing volume of his voice and his clenching hands at your sides that it is, indeed, the case. 
your pussy flutters at the thought of your sweet, lovely and pathetic boyfriend creaming his pants just from some light dry humping, and you decide right then and there that he’s going to do. just. that. 
“n-no…” he finally denies, but it comes out so weak and unconvincing that he has to force himself to try again, “no, no i can’t… can’t cum like this, please-”
“you can, and you will, genya,” your voice is a gentle authority that leaves no room for debate, and he whines shamefully. desperately. “you’re going to be a good boy for me, aren’t you?”
“...y-yes, but-”
“and good boys make a mess when they’re told to, don’t they?” he’s so lost in your steady rhythm, trying so hard to fend off his impending orgasm that he can’t even come up with a reply. so you do it for him. “yes, they do. and since you are my dirty, little good boy, you’re going to come in your undies and-”
-and that’s exactly what he does. without warning, actually.
it is so sudden that you only know it happens because genya releases a strangled cry and a beautiful chorus of breathless “oh, oh, oh!” at about the same time you start to explicitly feel, through your sodden knickers, his throbbing prick soiling both of your crotches with his sticky seed, hips barely able to keep from chasing his relief with insistent jerks.
you find out later that night (because he tells you through mortifying embarrassment) that that had been the hardest he’d come to date. and you believe him, because it takes him a long time to ride out the euphoria, to settle back from the beautiful arch of his back into a boneless heap of post-orgasmic bliss, panting messily all the while, and you observe, feeling the mess between your thighs grow colder and stiffer as the seconds tick by, but you let him have his moment. he deserves it.
then, the post-nut clarity seems to hit and genya grimaces heavily, everything dawning on him at once; the mess, the shame, the relief, the utter adoration he holds for you because holy shit you really made him do that but he’s-
“s-sorry, oh my god-”
“nope, i’m not letting you apologize for that. you were so fucking hot, genya.” you relish on his flush, but let your tone soften with sincerity. “is everything all good, though? i really hope i didn’t go too far, baby…”
“no… you didn’t.” he seemed to struggle with finding the words, even more with finding your eyes, but you knew his words were honest. “that was actually really good…”
“i’m glad,” and you are, because despite the latent embarrassment, you can tell he enjoyed himself as much as you did. the living room is blanketed in comfortable silence, pride and prejudice still playing in the background, unattended, while you cuddled into his chest.
“but… y’know, there’s actually somethin’ wrong…” his words spike some unease inside of you, but when you look up to try and guess what could possibly be wrong, you’re met with a toothy quirk of his lips and wild-looking eyes that harbor a thrilling promise.
“you haven’t come yet, babe…”
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d4adf4iry · 11 months
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Brothers Best Friend
Mature themes ahead! NSFW…
(A little song to set the mood teehee)
(fem reader, oral,male receiving, masterbation, caught in act, dirty talk, praise KINK OMFG, aftercare <3 🤭 etc…) HERE YOU GO YOU WHORES/hj
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You knew Charlie was going to here at you house.You knew. Unless you were delusional you felt like he felt the same as you. Yes it was weird liking your brother Robbie’s best friend but you couldn’t help it. It all started when he sat next you and started talking about his favorite films and the way he lit up did something to you. It was adorable really. One day you accidentally wore some short shorts and a tank top when he was visiting. He saw how he looked at you looking so parched like he could drink you up, it made you flustered. How could you out of all people have a affect on Charlie Walker? Your brother didn’t think much of it since he was oblivious to everything that didn’t concern him or the slasher movies.
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This time was different he was here, his attitude was different and you felt it. You played along to his thoughts. You chose the most sluttiest outfit you thought of, how much self respect did you lose? You wore a tank top exposing the top of your breasts and some skimpy shorts. Robbie came leaping down stairs glancing at you in the process. “Would you put something on Jesus” you glanced at you before walking to the living room. “I feel fine thank you” you yelled. He was gonna be here in a few minutes. Soon enough the doorbell rang and Robbie went to go answer it. He opens the door revealing the angelic man. You had to say Charlie was very pretty for a man. He said hi to Robbie then looked at you. His eyes traveled down your body. You almost dropped the glass of water that you had. He cleared his throat then walked into the door. You escaped up the stairs to your room. You entered and fell on bed. You had this funny feeling in your stomach you couldn’t quite placed. You felt something damp in your low region traveling your hand down to your womanhood. You hand touched your panties and you gasped you felt how damp they were. You didn’t really masterbate like a a lot of other people meaning Kirby and Olivia. You dipped your hand between your folds moving in a circular motion. Your back arched as you moaned quietly. Fuck. You pictured Charlie’s face. What the hell? you thought for a split second. You shook your head but you pictured him between your legs. You were a moaning mess, god damn.
Charlie’s Pov (real quick)
“Hey Robbie where’s the bathroom” I asked. “Oh uh it’s to the right before y/n’s room” he responded. I walked up the stairs turning to the right untill I heard soft moaning. I thought she was hurt so I quickly walked until I saw her. Her legs were spread open her hand dipped into her shorts, one of her hand under her shirt on her chest. Shit. Fuck I felt my self pitch a tent. I leaned against the doorframe feeling the friction of my dick press against the door frame. I whined. I want her. God damnit Charlie what is wrong with you? The next thing I did I didn’t think I could do.
Back to your pov
The door opened revealing Charlie. SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK! I quickly shut my legs, terrified. Was he watching me get off to him?? “What are you doing in here?” You whispered yelled. He stood up frozen for a second looking at you then back at the door. You waited for his response. “I-I uh was looking for the bathroom and I thought you are in pain or something… my bad I was just leaving..” he started walking towards the door. You saw how tight his pants were.. then you thought. “Wait… don’t go” you said quietly. He turned around looked at you stunned. You dropped the blanket that showed your disheveled clothes. Your tank top barely on and your shorts pushed to the sides. He swallowed his adams apple moving. He turned around trying to be respectful not like he was before he looked like a pervert. “Come here” you taunted. He turned around walking till he hit the foot of the bed. “Can I help you out..?” You asked motioning to his jeans noticing how he wanted the release. He nodded. “Use your words Charlie.” “Yes please” he breathlessly whispered as you hand rubbed the outline of his dick. Your mouth watered, you’ve thought about this a little bit. You teased him before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants; them pooling at his ankles. He stepped out of them reluctantly. Your hands traveled to his legs then to his hips where his boxers rested, pulling them down his cock slipped out hitting his stomach. Your eyes raised. So this is what the film nerd has been hiding. You ran your fingers over his veined cock. “Have you done this before?” I asked he shook his head implying no. “Me either…” you left calloused kisses over the top and down his shaft before licking it. You slid down your mouth onto his cock; cheeks hollowing. You moved your head up and down making his hips bucked. God damn has he never touched a woman he’s a god damn senior?! He whined his hands going to my hair as he forced me to take him whole. I wanted every inch of his body. I didn’t care anymore. I released myself string coming out of my mouth. I breathed as if I ran a marathon. I looked at him through my lashes. God he looked beautiful like this a whiney mess. I slid off my tank top revealing my breasts him reciprocating. I pushed them to the floor resuming what I wanted to finish. I grabbed ahold of his cock again pumping it a few times. I didn’t know what I was doing really but yes, I did research thank god for the internet. I sucked him again. “Do you want to cum on my tits pretty boy?” “Yes please fuck!” I started pumping his cock over my chest, he started grinding into my hands moaning. “Your doing so well baby” I prasied him. “Oh fuck.. oh fuck I’m gonna cu-“. His words were quickly cut off as he came. He breathed heavily. I grabbed some napkins off my nightstand cleaning him off and me. He kissed my cheek and looked at me for a split second. I threw my shirt back on and he but his clothes back on. “I thought about this for a while..” I confessed. He blushed a little bit. “Me too” he smiled. “Maybe we could do this again..?” I look at him smirking. “For sure”. He walked out the room and fell back into my bed falling asleep.
(Guys this was my first smut I tried my best okay plz give me recs or suggestions PLZ)
Ps. This isn’t really proof read 💀
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starsheer · 4 months
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no pentagrams here - E.M.
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summary: roommate!eddie catches you experimenting with something he'd never imagined himself being into. now infatuated with it, he never expects you to walk in on him watching porn of that same kink.
warnings: wedgie kink, so wedgies (duh and no i wont apologize), eddie walks in on you masturbating, and then you walk in on him masturbating, eddie watches porn with someone who looks like you, eddie comes in his pants & humps the bed. i think that's it.
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a/n: shoutout to @lovesickonmybed for writing roommate eddie w/ a wedgie kink first and for listening to me bs about this fic
You don’t mean for it to become a thing.
It’s not that you don’t know you’re into it – or that you’ve just found out. No, you’ve known since Ethan or Tommy or whatshisface had tugged your panties up on the playground during recess, dredging up something within you that you couldn’t have found yourself. Boys will be boys, teachers told you, a phrase you’d come to detest for many reasons, but not that one, not your first wedgie.
So yeah, you really don’t mean for it to become a thing, but it does. By the time you masturbate for the first time, it’s with tentative pulls of your panties that stroke you just the right way.
Honestly, you’d prefer it if it weren’t a thing much at all. You’ve seen how people talk about it on the internet.
Everyone has skeletons in their closets. Shibari rope. Butt plugs. Tentacle dildos. The list goes on. But when that skeleton is buried underneath a mountain of mostly-shredded panties? The internet is suddenly a lot less receptive.
It results in a valley of shame cutting through your chest, regardless of how good the responsive pleasure that weakens your limbs is in comparison. That makes sense, considering how society at large reacts to your kink.
That pales in comparison to how you react to your kink, though. Currently, your panties are attached to a set of hooks in your bedroom, toes just touching the ground. Your vibrator whirrs against your soaked pussy, your eyes fluttering and thighs twitching whenever it presses just right against your clit. You muffle your moans in your hand, desperately grinding down into it with all you have. A pair of your own panties gag you, if only to stop your roommate, Eddie, from getting an unexpected show.
He plays his music too damn loud for him to hear what slips out, anyway. It’s always Black Sabbath or Iron Maiden or Metallica or something, and although you can’t identify what’s screaming through his radio at the moment, you do know it means he can’t identify the buzzing of your vibrator.
You allow your eyes to slip shut in pleasure, and you can feel yourself getting closer, that long-anticipatory wind in your stomach twisting all the way tight, mountain so much that anyone could see your pussy throbbing around your wedgied panties.
Gasping around the panties bunched up in your mouth, your hands claw at nothing, and you can practically see the other side of your orgasm.
Then the door flies open, and once again, you prefer your wedgie kink didn’t exist. It slams into the wall, rattling your room. When your eyes scamper up to see a wide-eyed, red-cheeked Eddie in your doorway, you try to tell yourself it isn’t him that tips you over the edge.
You scream something like LEARN HOW TO FUCKING KNOCK!, in your panty gag, but it comes out strained, seesawing with moans. Your eyes are practically pinned open and on Eddie as you topple over, your orgasm springing through your body and leaving you lightheaded. You clench around nothing, aching and satisfied from your wedgie as it presses so perfectly against you. Oily shame coats your stomach, which spins humiliation like cotton candy.
Then there’s Eddie, mouth parted, eyes darker than soot, his breathing picked up, and maybe this is when it becomes a thing more than it had in the past. When your roommate walked in on you masturbating with your weird kink, and his hands went up as he stuttered and backed up. “I– fuck, oh shit – fuck, sorry! Shit – I mean, I didn’t – fuck!”
You manage to spit out your panties, as degrading as it is, and shout, “Get out of my fucking room!”
Then, really then, is when it becomes a thing.
Eddie’s been stomped on a lot. Shoved around by thick-skulled athletes, fucked over by cheerleaders with pretty pink bows, told by countless divorced English teachers that he wouldn’t make it past graduation without a bracelet on his ankle. He’s the freak of Hawkins, the devil-worshiper himself. Nobody would be surprised if he was performing satanic rituals out by Lover’s Lake or if he himself were Satan.
Being the freak of Hawkins means he’s seen some odd shit. 
None quite as odd as his roommate orgasming in(? from?) a wedgie. He never would’ve expected it, having walked in to ask if you’d seen one of the patches he needed to put on his jacket, and instead singing you strung up by your panties, blissed out and squirming. The patch had simply vanished from his mind, and it was just you after that. You, making his blood run dangerously, cruelly hot. 
You, making him run away and slam his own bedroom door behind him. God, he’d seen you orgasm. He’s surprised you hadn’t thrown a shoe at him and called him a perv. He is, though, already straining against his jeans at the mere sight of you, still hard now as he tries adjusting his pants.
He knows you look good, has known for a while. You strut around the apartment in next to nothing and give him lingering smiles that make him think a hundred miles per hour, but now that he knows what you look like when you orgasm? What you orgasm from?
He’s fucked, and that’s just the first step. The thinking. The bottomless pit of thoughts he’s always sucked into like a golf ball through a hosepipe. He always struggles, but it gets him in the end, and that’s how he ends up sitting on the corner of his bed, bouncing his thigh, and thinking.
What were you thinking about? Did it feel good? Did it hurt? If it did, is that why you liked it? Had you orgasmed from the vibrator? From the wedgie? From him? Were you thinking about… him?
He can’t let himself go there. Not about his sweet roommate. The person on the opposite side of the wall.
Thinking and then touching, the reason for almost every awkwardly-timed boner he got. And you. That third, much more sinful reason.
It’s coincidence, he tells himself as he opens twitter and quickly dives into the realm of wedgies, that he finds a porn clip of a model that looks just like you to get off to. That the woman in the video has the same hair as you, the same body type, the same eye color. If he squints, it could be you, you getting your panties pulled up, flossed between your ass and pussy.
It’s between him, a god he never cared to get to know, and the towel he used to clean up the cum from his stomach just what you and wedgies do to him.
You weigh your options, as someone who had been caught masturbating by their roommate in a less-than-normal way is expected to. Not usually someone who paces, you’re sure you mow down the carpet in your bedroom with how much you walk your room from one end to the other in the next few hours. Hell, you even find yourself on Cragislist, which might be even more humiliating.
Ultimately, you convince yourself you’re overreacting. He’s Eddie fucking Munson, after all. It’s not like he’d kick you out or call you a degenerate to your face. Not when he’d tried finding a suitable roommate in the whole entire town and everyone had shot him down. You hadn’t found any pentagrams yet. No bloody chickens or upside-down goat skulls, either. Still, surely he wouldn’t risk losing a perfectly willing (albeit kinky) roommate?
You only leave your room to pick up the pizza you ordered, and Eddie’s eyes feel like lasers following you. He coughs when you turn around, and you face him as he rubs the back of his neck. 
“Uhhhh – it’s no big deal, you know? I’ll just… I’ll knock next time, alright? And maybe learn how to lock your door.”
Relieved, you playfully flip him off, rolling your eyes as you return back to your room.
And that’s that — until it isn’t.
He sounds hurt. That’s the first thing that unravels in your mind when you walk into the apartment just past nine, dropping your bag on the counter on your way in. Through the thick-paneled door of his bedroom, you hear soft, muted pants, a dragging grown thrown in the mix. 
The last time you’d heard him like this, he’d touched a still-lit stick of incense, the dumbass. What happened next couldn’t entirely be blamed on you, right?
To your credit, you did knock. Lightly, but you still knocked. Fumbling on the other side, paired with a muffled curse.
Without a real answer, you open the door, hand falling immediately once you see the state of your roommate. 
He’s standing over his unmade bed, phone face-up, one leg in his pants, his dick – his very, very hard dick, leaking a bead of precum at the tip – hanging loose. His face is scathing red, eyes widened with fear, jaw completely slack. Eddie alone would’ve been a sight if not for what you can see on the phone. 
You practically have the video memorized. It helps that the woman looks like you, that she moans enthusiastically as her boyfriend coaxes her with all the right words. It helps that they make wedgie content, that particular video being her in an atomic wedgie, her panties pulled over her head as he rubs her clit through the front of her panties. 
It takes a second for that part to settle in. Eddie, your roommate, who had walked in on you giving them to yourself, had turned to watching the same porn you used to get yourself off when you were in a pinch.
Holy. Shit.
You stand in the doorway, unable to pick your feet up off of the ground. Eddie clears his throat and lunges for his bed, doing a move that gets his pants over his waist and turns his phone off with a click, abruptly cutting off the audio of needy moans and raspy degradation. 
Eddie’s chest heaves and his eyes track you from your feet to your eyes. “I’m – so – sorry.”
From that alone, you can tell what he thinks you think. He thinks you caught him being a creep, him being a pervert, fisting himself to a kink he knows you have, to a video of a woman that looks just like you. 
“I – I swear, I was just curious and –”
“Eddie,” you try, reaching out a hand and stepping inside his room.
“I promise I’m not, like, sniffing your panties, or – or… fuck, I don’t know, going through your nudes album, or –” 
You say, “Eddie,” this time your voice sterner. It gets him to stop, at least, looking up at you with big puppy dog eyes. He’s practically pouting, and it has you endeared. Endeared that you know such a gentle-looking (if you ignore the chains and leather and patches) man’s most perverted, sadistic fantasies, ones that you’ve probably played a role in. The thought has your head spinning. “It’s okay,” you breathe.
He softens up after that, the tension leaving his jaw. His lips are still pinched in a pout, eyes like those of a kicked puppy. You have to fight to keep your eyes away from below his waistband, where he’s tenting his jeans. Against all logic, your mouth waters. 
He stumbles forward on still-shaking legs. He must’ve been close, might still be with how much he’s panting, eyeing you up and down with a damn near pleading gleam in his eyes. “I– can I try it on you?” His eyes flick back to where his phone’s still off, and that’s all it takes for your cunt to bottom out.
Out of everything you’d expected him to say, it is not that.
“Please,” he practically whimpers. “I’ve been thinking about it so much, those little sounds you made when you came the other day – and… I want to make you feel that good, or – or that pain. I can pull your waistband over your head and rub your pretty pussy, anything you fucking want. Please. Please, I’ll make it so good for you, sweetheart. I promise.”
And how – how – can you tell him no after that?
Your hands go down to the drawstrings of your shorts, and you undo them before you step out carefully. His breath snags between his teeth. In spite of only having a shirt and panties on, in spite of how he’s drooling over you, you don’t feel exposed in front of him. No, there’s a certain correctness to it all. That you’d been doomed to end up here since he’d walked in on you.
His breath hitches as he walks up to you. “Can I?” he exhales, placing a palm over your side and tracing circles into your skin.
“Yeah, Eddie. Show me what you’ve been fantasizing about, pretty boy.” You gesture down to your waistband.
He makes a soft sound when you call him that, and you don’t have to tell him twice. He bunches his hand in the back of your panties and gives a hard yet tentative tug all at once, and you mewl into his chest. He takes it as an opportunity to pull it harder, effectively lodging the front of your panties in your soaking cunt and dragging them up the seam of your sensitive ass all at the same time. A moan leaves you as he pulls them up to your shoulders, checking in your eyes for any uncertainty. When he finds none, he flicks your panties and brings a hand down to your wet pussy.
He brings two ringed fingers through your wedgied cunt, pressing down hard on your clit and rubbing a rushed circle there while his other hand keeps your panties held high. You let out a strained whine as he slaps it, your knees quivering in the best of ways.
“Fuck, you look so good. Really are a slut for it, huh?” You whimper, canting your hips down, and that’s when he pulls the rest of your waistband nice and over your head. Your head pulls back, a device to your own undoing.
He shoves you back on his bed, running a hand from your cheek, down your front, all the way to your front waistband. He gives it a firm yank, leaving you to squirm underneath him for more. “Eddie,” you whimper.
“Pretty little ass and cunt just swallow up those panties. Like you were fuckin’ made to take what I give you.” Another tug, that familiar confetti-spiral of pain raining through you. You feel too good to resist grinding down into the bed, and Eddie slams his hands down onto your thighs to hold you in place. “Think you can come with me pulling on your panties, baby?”
You nod eagerly, or as best as you can in your atomic wedgie. The humiliation, pleasure, and pain make a beautiful cocktail in your stomach. Eddie can see your pussy throb now the same way he’d seen it when he’d watched you dangle. His mouth waters again, and he spits on your clit. That alone has you flinching before he fists your panties again and drags them up, sensual in a way that you didn’t know wedgies could be.
He’s groaning as he does it, rubbing your panties up against your clit. Heady gasps keep leaving you with each of his ministrations, and it has you fisting the sheets, digging your heels into the mattress as he works you. The bed frame squeaks and moves, not just from your own desperate grinding, but Eddie’s too as he humps the bed. The sight has your mouth parting, head going back the same way it had when you were about to come last time. That compressed curl of pleasure in your stomach reaches down to your clit, and you tumble off of that edge, right into Eddie’s arms. A deeper groan leaves him when you do, twitching and breathing heavily underneath him.
Not only had he humped the bed as he’d wedgied you. He’d come in his pants while he did it.
Dizzy with pleasure as he removes your panties from you and picks them back into place, you look down at him with pleasure-darkened eyes. “Eddie, what the fuck was that?” you pant out, still not down from your high. You’re still seeing spots scattered throughout your vision.
He shrugs, looking up at you with a sheepish smile. “Told you I’d make it good.”
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bucknastysbabe · 1 year
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My puppy man is trained,,,
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Rating: Explicit what’s new
Word Count: 1,544
Tags: 40’s au continued, BIG OLE SUB BUCKY, chubby!bucky, dom!afab!reader, lots of name calling and teasing, Degredation, ye olde butt stuff (m!receiving), begging, man tears, oral (m!receiving), he’s the whiniest of babies in this bad boy
A/N: I told y’all thoughts were incoming about those Bucky pics from CW I found also this gets kinda weird as in The Other Kink bleeds thru at times but hey I write smut for fun so LICK IT UP
Bucky was whining and whining for her attention, eyes shot red and glassy from tears. She turned a page in her book with a manicured hand. His wife was clad in only her undergarments, perfect body on display. The Sargeant eyed her legs, gasping in strung out pleasure.
Her red lips moved. Bucky had to really focus to understand, especially with his hips jerking into the pillow. “Horny puppy,” she laughed. He frowned in distress, a sad noise crawling up a raw throat. Bucky could barely think straight, even fucking his cock against the pillow was hard.
His frantic rocks against the silky thing were disjointed and sporadic— Bucky would stop to beg some more and fail. His balls hurt and the damn thing Buck’s pretty wife had shoved up his ass didn’t help. It grazed against his prostate on the right move, but the needy brunette really just wished it was something he could bounce on.
Bucky swallowed the drool in his mouth at the thought of having something heavy sitting on his sweet spot, crying out in a surprised manner. Her eyes flicked up at that, a questioning look on stern features. She asked, “Did something come up? Dumb puppy have a thought?”
He nodded desperately, lips unable to form anything besides another whine. Bucky’s mind was growing more scrambled by the second. She put down the book carefully, sitting up to peer at her mess of a husband. Oh fucking please, please, Buck thought.
Her victory red lips curled into a smirk as she crawled forward off the chaise lounge— slinking towards Bucky. His wife cooed, “What were you wanting sweet boy?” She watched him grab harder onto the pillow, shoving it firm between his trembling thighs.
The sargeant mewled, “Ah- hngh- I wan’!”
He couldn’t finish the rest of the sentence, too overcome and fuck dumb to talk. She giggled softly, pressing a thumb between his bite-swollen lips. Bucky sucked at the intruding digit eagerly, eyes peering wide up at his wife. She hummed, “Poor pup, can’t even talk, only good to hump and look pretty.” His eyes slid shut quickly, a frustrated moan echoing in the room.
“Let me guess, you want more up your greedy ass,” she said to Bucky’s excitement. He nodded and sucked harder on her thumb to show, yes, he really really really wanted that. She grabbed at the soft flesh on his side, teasing, “Always gotta have more huh sweetheart? Glutton.” Bucky blushed in hot shame, making his dick throb worse.
His wife had a point, he did over-do most things in life. His eyes flicked away as she continued in a low purr, “Never know when enough is enough. More work, more food, more sex.” He frowned deeper. Bucky’s currently very mean wife tutted and said, “C’mon then pup, turn around so I can fuck you.”
He peered up at her in confusion, her thumb sliding out from puffy lips, a thin string of drool connecting the two. “God, you’re clueless,” she patted a full cheek attentively, “On your back.” Bucky blushed in embarrassment. He truly was brain dead right now. The man’s wife always liked him to be exposed. He discarded the pillow slowly, rolling back to lay down.
Bucky was acutely aware of his flushed cock, soft belly, and stretched ass on display. He felt his whole body heat up at her predatory look, a hand planting on his hip with a rough squeeze. Bucky whined through his nose and shut his eyes tight. God- he was a mess but she made it feel so damn good.
“Spread em’ babydoll.”
He did so with a broken pant of her name, eyes still closed. The sargeant’s cheeks were flaming and probably matching her lipstick by now. Her other hand thumbed his nipple before sliding down to his belly. She mused, “Chubby pup.” Bucky trembled when she grabbed a handful of his softened tummy, nails digging in just so.
“F-fuck, god, please n-no,” he begged breathlessly.
She gave another possessive squeeze and let go. Bucky could breathe again, slightly. He’d get so overwhelmed when she’d tease about the extra weight, but he never made an attempt to work it off, because Bucky was apparently masochistic like that. Insanity really.
“You’re so pretty like this,” she commented, squeezing at a thigh, leaning forward to loom over him. Bucky couldn’t catch his breath, sounding like he’d run across the entirety of Brooklyn. She cooed, “Relax sweetheart, shh, I’ve got you, shh.” He laid his head back down and sucked in a breath to steady himself, focusing on her hand rubbing methodical circles on the softer inner thigh, dangerously close.
“You want me to open you now sweet pup? Such a good boy.”
Good boy. He was being good.
Bucky’s eyes pricked with tears, again. He whimpered uselessly, “P-pluh-ease.”
She pressed a kiss to Bucky’s knee, smiling real gentle and sweet at him. He stuttered on a breath, chest heaving when his wife eased the plug out of his ass. The tears ran down his full cheeks at the aching feeling of being empty, the sargeant blubbering about the horrid sensation. “I know, just a second baby,” she promised. Two of her fingers slid into the heat of his ass, moaning under her breath.
Bucky’s cock twitched at the sensation, mouth falling open on a weary cry. She scissored him for a bit before sliding in her ring finger with a soft coo, “So wet for me baby, lookit’ you.” He whined her name, spreading his legs wider and dragging fingertips into the wood floor. Bucky’s absent mind tittered about him making claw marks.
He definitely made scratches with his metal hand at the feeling of his wife’s hot mouth around his cock. Bucky arched into her touch, shouting when she found his swollen prostate. Her fingers rubbed slow circles into the sensitive gland while the woman’s tongue assaulted his tip. The brunette begged in a pitch that hurt his throat, “Ohh, baby, ohmygod, oh it feels s’good s’good please pl-please!”
He had no clue what he was begging for. Only that this felt like heaven and she was the angel. His wife bobbed her head along, fingers still making the maddening circles. Her free hand groped at Bucky’s thigh before cupping his sac and rolling. He arched painfully and shook, noises getting higher and higher, louder and louder. She pulled off his dick, Bucky choking on a breath.
She laughed, “Sound so damn cute. Put you behind a curtain and those SSR boys would think I was the one getting fucked.” Bucky brokenly whined again, sweet shame licking up his spine. Her hand lifted from his sac to jerk him off firmly, rambling in a raspy tone, “Yeah? You like that pup? Big strong Barnes is a whiny little slut when he gets something up his ass huh?”
His baby curled her fingers up harder with a grin. Bucky wailed, shaking his head to deny her words. Even if he was proving the point to be correct. She quickened her fist around his achy cock, purring, “Why are you lying baby? You can’t go more than two days without something in there.” Bucky sobbed softly, coming extremely close to that breaking point.
“Slut. That’s what you are,” she breathed over his sobbing lips, “You’re gonna cum from me telling you that.” Bucky rode her fingers in earnest, more of a jerky movement as he couldn’t figure out the hand and fingers thing. He moaned deep in his chest, “M’a slut, oh god, yes!” She pecked his wet lips and slid her thumb across his weeping slit.
“There we go. My greedy, soft, pretty slut. Wanna see you let go now sweetheart.”
The missus didn’t have to tell him twice, Bucky wailing again and painting his tummy and her hand with his spend. His thighs trembled and fingers scraped feverishly. The brunette couldn’t stop crying, his ass squeezing her fingers like a vice. She kept up the movement of her digits, hand sliding slick over his dick overwhelmingly.
“Fuck, Bucky, so precious,” she gasped in awe.
He finally sobbed from overstimulation, “S’too much s‘ much I’ve been good- hngh! N-no more!”
Her hands cleared from Bucky’s throughly used body, relocating to his belly and thigh. She whispered, “Such a good boy, came on my fingers like you were made for it.” Bucky could only respond with a breathless warble of nonsense, blue eyes lidded with exhaustion. He couldn’t even manage to bitch about his wife’s slim hand rubbing his pudgy belly. Bucky blinked away more tears, nuzzling her neck, panting.
“Do you want some water? Maybe I can draw a bath after huh baby?,” she asked slowly. Bucky held onto the words and finally nodded, his scrambled brain was still offline. His wife smiled and let him pull her flush on top of him, chiding him for getting her dirty. She said that with no heat, instead laying featherlight kisses and praises in Bucky’s ear.
She sighed, “I love you, my sweet Buck.”
Bucky clenched her closer and tapped back ‘I love you’ in Morse code, earning a delighted laugh from the woman. The Sargeant could truly say, he has it good, for once.
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profitofthedune · 3 months
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Lover, Be Good to Me
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Word count 21,821
Jake Kiszka x Reader
A/N this chapter is just a lot of smut, but I promise it sets the ground for a lot of what’s to come.
A/N this is a cowrite with the loml @holybananafuck
🚨 A/N while there are a lot of adult situations and serious conversations being had through this entire story, it is imperative that you heed warning tags for each chapter. We have compiled a list of resources here for these issues and will add to them as this story progresses. If you or someone you know is struggling with ED, body dysmorphia, disordered eating, self harm, or thoughts there of please know we are always here to help and listen. All of you is celebrated and loved here!
Warnings: Minors DNI, fluff, smut, angst, protected sex, unprotected sex, oral sex female and male receiving, extreme portrayals of sadness, grief, drug use, implications of lust, betrayal, eating disorders, disordered eating, body dysmorphia, poor body image, anal sex, recording, sex tape kink, sir kink, being interrupted, choking
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Chapter 5 “Oh, to be alone with you”
Jakes POV 
You spent a lot of time that night holed away in your childhood bedroom, wondering why it seemed to be that she could tell her dad she was leaving the damn country but not you. You saw her daily, for lunch at the very least, and you had helped her pick that damn art class not even two months ago. When had all of this come about? Already, you had made so many plans for what your summer would look like and she had been included in every one of them. And she couldn’t be bothered to include you in hers? The idea swirled around your thoughts, mixing with the messages Bill had shown you. Was she putting a show on for him, or for you? You had yet to hear from her, which made it even worse. Your thoughts had become so dark that Josh and Sam had to will you out of your room just to have dinner with the family. But you weren’t hungry, and you didn’t much feel like being around people. Even your sister, home from college for the weekend, couldn’t turn your mood around. When the next morning rolled around, things didn’t feel much better. You awoke early to no new notifications from her, though Bill had messaged you that he was excited to catch the show. It was weird, the friendship the two of you had forged since meeting. He reminded you a lot of Dad, only maybe a little more easy going. After giving him the information for the show, you’d gone about the rest of your day in hopes that you’d hear from her and things would feel semi normal again. But no such luck. By midday you had given up on the idea that she would reach out before the show, and you wondered would she even show up? Josh swore she would, she was just as excited as you were that the band was able to perform again. But you had your doubts. 
Alas, when it was time to leave Frankenmuth to drive the hour and a half toward Holland, there still had been no contact. The town itself was about half hour from Grand Rapids and an hour and a half from school but it was a good two and a half from Frankenmuth. The drive was quiet, save for Sam and Danny joking back and forth as they tried to make bets on how many people would try to buy you and Josh drinks tonight. He wasn’t dense enough to believe he looked anywhere close to being old enough, but your parents let you all drink when they were present so even then he could count on someone to slide him a beer. Ronnie had chosen to ride in the van with everyone while mom and dad followed. You guessed she had caught on throughout the day to your mood because she eagerly helped carry equipment in when you’d arrived to The Brew Merchant. Normally, Ronnie wouldn’t bother helping and would instead opt out of that, but you had to admit you were thankful for the help today. You busied yourself carrying amps and pieces to Danny’s drum set in, setting things up on the stage the way they needed to be, all to keep your mind off of whether or not she would show up. Show time was 8:30, and around 7:45 you made your way out to the main part of the bar to where your parents sat at a table. As you jogged over to where they were, you noticed Bill walk in with his wife and you waved them over without giving it a second thought. 
“Hey son!” Bill exclaimed as the pair approached, reaching his hand out. As you took it he pulled you in for a one armed hug, patting your back gently as his other hand held firmly to yours. “You ready for your first show back?”
“Yeah,” you blew a breath out, because at that moment you weren’t even sure if you were actually ready anymore. “Bill, let me introduce you to my parents.” You turned and gestured toward them both, introducing them one at a time and watching as everyone shook hands and greeted one another politely. Dad offered for them to sit at the same table, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at how easily they seemed to just fit together. 
She still hadn’t shown at 8:05. Anxiety took over as you worried your lips together, picking at the cuticle on your thumb as you sat in the small room the establishment had available for bands that performed there. Ronnie, having noticed once again how you seemed so off, bounded over with a grin on her face. 
“You ready big brother?” She perked an eyebrow at you and again, you blew a deep breath out. 
“Not really. Not feeling great this time Ron.” You gave a shrug, studying the floor beneath your feet as you hung your head. 
“You’ll be great. Whatever has you feeling anxious, it’ll be fine. And hey, I’m here! I love you and I believe in you!” Your sister did her best to encourage you, you were thankful for her even if it wasn’t working. Reaching over, she pulled your hand toward her and uncapped a pen. Where the hell had she gotten that?
“What’re you doing?” 
“Just a reminder for when you get up there. If it feels weird or you get nervous again. Just look at your hand!” She scrawled I love you on it and you rolled your eyes. 
“Roooon,” you whined, but it secretly made you feel a little better. “Everyones gonna think some girl wrote that.”
“Well a girl did,” she offered as she released your hand. 
“Okay but you’re my sister, they’re going to think some random girl did it.” 
“Don’t you mean Y/n will think some random girl did it?” Josh chided as he strode over to where you sat. 
“Assuming she shows?” It bit out of you before you could hold the words back. 
“She walked in a few minutes ago.” You jumped up and bound out of the room before hearing the rest of the words he was saying. As you rounded the corner out into the bar area, you suddenly wished you had stopped to listen. Because sure, she had walked in. Looking cute as hell in a tight pair of jeans and a little cropped T-shirt donning a Sublime logo, one of your flannels tied around her waist. You recalled letting her wear it back to her dorm from yours one night when she couldn’t find the sweatshirt she had shown up in. Your heart raced, she looked stunning. But next to her was some dude you’d seen around campus, you were positive he was the star football player on the college’s team. How the fuck were you going to compete with that? Why the fuck had she shown up with a date? 
“Hey, don’t worry about him okay? Let’s just go out there and do what we do,” Josh offered from behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder as you gave a nod. 
“Yeah. Let’s do what we do.” Game on bitch, you thought as you stared the guy down. He was too busy trying to put his hands where ever he could, at least you could find solace in the fact that she seemed to keep a little space between the two of them. You scanned the room a final time, noticing that Bill was scowling at his daughter from where he sat next to Dad. Good. So he didn’t approve either. You followed Josh back to the tiny green room, excusing Ronnie and the few friends who had popped in early to say hi. As they all retreated to the front of the establishment, you grabbed a bottle of Corona and popped the top off before chugging it down. 
“Hey big guy, slow down. We don’t want a repeat of the last time you ended up drunk on stage, right?” Josh. At least he was being rational. You sighed but gave him a nod, because he was right. You didn’t want to blow this. You wouldn’t. So, you centered yourself, you let Josh guide you in a brief moment of meditation, and then you went out there to do exactly what you were there to do. Play some music to the best of your ability. By the time you four took the stage, the place had packed out and gotten stuffy with humidity. You wore your normal show gear, a pair of jeans and a button up that only had three or four buttons fixed together. One song in and you were already taking it off, forgetting about how tore up your back was from a few nights before with SG. Honestly, it had looked like you’d been mauled and you wore those marks proudly. You were the only one who had her in that sense, the only one she gave that to. Between staring at your guitar and letting your eyes scan the crowd, you noticed a cute little brunette eyeing you. Maybe eyeing wasn’t the best way to describe that, really her eyes followed your every movement and you didn’t hold back in those movements. Were you showing off for her, or for SG? At the end of the day, it was always your Space Girl. Toward the end of the set you remembered you’d put Mountain of the Sun on the setlist, you weren’t in the mood to play it tonight. But that’s what you had arranged, and Josh had suggested an acoustic version so when the time came you pulled a stool out and took a seat with your acoustic guitar as Josh talked briefly about the song before you began playing. It didn’t take long before your eyes had found hers, but you couldn’t hold them there. You cut your gaze away quickly, settling back on the brunette who had obviously been staring throughout your entire set. It hurt too much to lock eyes with SG, none of this shit was fair in any way. You finished the set out without looking her way and when the final song ended, you hopped off the stage and crossed the room toward the bar to get a cold bottle of water. You were drenched in your own sweat. 
“Hey,” a soft voice offered from next to you as you stood waiting. You glanced to your left to see the same brunette, smiling at you widely. She was about your height, if you had to guess, so she was eye level with you as you returned the sentiment. 
“Your set was great, my name is Jess,” she was moving closer to you as people shuffled around and you got the feeling you were being watched as you stared between where her hand had jutted out toward you and her face. It didn’t matter in the moment that you weren’t sure where SG was, nor that she may or may not leave with some star quarterback. You at least knew what and who you wanted. 
“Look, Jess.” You stressed her name as if you had some weird hatred toward it. “Thanks for watching and all, but you were eye fucking me all night. And I have a girl. So don’t bother.” You took the water the bartender had just pushed across the bar to you and started back toward the stage, Dad intervening. 
“Hell of a set kid,” he offered, squeezing your shoulder in the same manner Josh had before the show. 
“Thanks, Dad,” you couldn’t help but sigh, your eyes flitting around as you searched for her. 
“I wanted you to meet Y/n but…” you found her tucked off to the side talking to the guy she’d brought. You couldn’t tell if the conversation was friendly or not but she looked mad. For a moment, you let yourself wonder why. What possibly had upset her? But you knew your expression must’ve screwed up into a scowl because Dad squeezed harder on your shoulder as he followed your stare. 
“Look, son,” he started, and you knew based on the tone of his voice that he was either about to drop a bomb on you or he was going to give you sage advice. You held your breath as you waited for either, your eyes moving back to meet his. “It sucks, I know. I don’t know what’s going on with you two, I can’t pretend to know but you,” he poked your chest gingerly. “You, my son, have part of her no one else will ever have. So that’s a start.” 
“Yeah. Yeah thanks, Dad,” you cracked the bottle of water open and took a long pull of it as he rejoined mom at the table. You noticed Bill standing close, you offered a smile as you recapped the bottle of water. 
“So did we suck?” You tried to joke, stepping over to him and hoping by some miracle he hadn’t heard the conversation you had with your dad. He looked…confused maybe, so there was no real telling. 
“You’re pretty damn talented, Jake,” he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around as you did the same. “Think I can talk to you for a few? Maybe privately?” Oh. God. Okay, stay calm. You blew a breath out and agreed, leading him across the room toward the small green room. Once you were both there, luckily no one else had gone back there, you pushed the door shut before facing him. 
“What’s up, Bill?” 
“Well, Jake. I was hoping you could tell me why my daughter showed up here with some guy who isn’t you, when I was under the impression you two were together.” 
“Uh well, um, see. It’s. It’s funny,” you stuttered as you tried to think of anything you could tell him. 
“Look, son, I’m not mad. I’m a good read of situations and hearing your dad out there, and all the messages she sends me about you…these…marks on your back…” you grimaced, remembering that you were still shirtless and there was no mistaking the way she’d tore your back up. Fuck, this was about to get so awkward wasn’t it? “I just don’t understand why she’s making it seem like the two of you are together if you aren’t. I guess that makes me understand your reaction to her going to France a bit more. You want to be with her, don’t you?”
“More than anything, Bill, I told you I just want to give her the world. She just won’t let me. So we, we see each other on her terms. Whatever she wants. When she wants.” Honesty was the best policy, right? You hoped so. 
“Whose idea was that?” You couldn’t tell if he was mad at you, or mad for you. You worried your lips together, considering for a beat what telling him that truth looked like also. 
“Uh, h-hers actually.” Bill shook his head, you could almost see the anger flash in his eyes then before it dissipated quickly. 
“Are you two at least being safe?” His hands came out of his pockets as he crossed his arms over his chest, his neck and face reddening the more the two of you talked. At least this was just as awkward for him as it was you. 
“Yes. Always. She’s it. I don’t see anyone else. Even if she does, Bill, it’s just her. It’s always going to be her.” 
“I admire your honesty. I’m sorry she showed up here with someone else, I don’t know what she was thinking.” 
“Yeah it’s, it’ll be fine.” You hoped it would be anyway. “Thanks for coming out tonight, though.”
“Of course, Jake. It was a great show, let me know when the next one is and we will be there too. It was great meeting your folks.” You couldn’t help but smile at her dad, it being very apparent to you why they were so close. He was just an all around good guy. The pair of you made your way back out to the front of the bar, your eyes darting around for where you had tossed your shirt. You felt suddenly very exposed and now that her dad had called out the obvious marks down your back, you knew it would only be a matter of time before Josh did too. Spotting it on the stage near your guitar stand, you jogged over and grabbed it before quickly shoving your arms through the sleeves. You began buttoning it up when you saw movement close to where you stood out of your peripheral. 
“Hi, Strings.” 
“Hey,�� you offered as you fixed the buttons and smoothed down the front of the shirt. You didn’t even bother to look in her direction, sure that her date was likely standing there with her. 
“It was a good set,” she continued, her voice hopeful but there was something else there you couldn’t pinpoint. “You sounded fantastic.” 
“Thanks,” you stepped off the stage, intent on stepping around her and finding Josh but the moment you stepped down she was grabbing the hand Ronnie had written on. 
“Guess your date last night went…well?” Why did she sound hurt? “Was that her you were talking to at the bar?”
“What?” You turned then to look at her, sighing heavily as you shook your head. “I told you I was catching up with an old friend yesterday. And no, he wasn’t at the bar. Where’s your date, Space Girl?”
“Oh, he left. I guess I talked about you ‘too much’,” she did air quotes as she spoke. “And was ‘acting jealous that you were looking at another girl’ so…” she rocked back on her heels as you stared at one another. 
“So now I get your attention again because he’s gone?”
“What? Strings, you’ve had my attention all night? And we have an agreement, we are both allowed to date whoever whenever…”
“Yeah, we are, SG. But I guess I just thought we had plans for tonight after the show and that meant you would be here with me.” 
“Jake, I know. But I thought you-,” you held your hand up and shook your head so she would stop. 
“Thought I went on a date last night. I know. Even though I told you what I was doing. So you showed up here with another guy…so I would be jealous? Good job babe, it worked.” 
“Hey, Jake you mind if I steal my little girl here for a few before we head out?” Bill interrupted whatever argument you two were heading into and you let out a shaky breath as you agreed with a nod. 
“Yeah, yeah sorry, Bill. I have to load up our equipment anyway. Thanks for coming out tonight.” You jumped back up onto the stage and got busy tearing down all the equipment and carrying it out to the van, thankful that Josh and the others had already gotten a bit of a head start. You already felt bad for giving her shit, and the two of you had made plans for after the show so you hoped the two of you could find time to talk things through and still make something of the rest of the night. 
Her pov
“Daddy, what’s up?” You followed him as he led you toward the table you had seen Jake’s parents at earlier. You couldn’t help but look around to see if they were still there, you had really wanted to meet them tonight. Luckily, you saw his mom talking to several other patrons near the bar. 
“Just wanted to let you know how disappointed I am in your decisions tonight,” his words were harsh but his tone was the exact opposite. Dad had never so much as been mad at you, you’d rarely if ever been in trouble and he always approached any decision you had made for yourself with respect and an open mind to understand, or a willingness to do so. But tonight, hearing he was disappointed in you hurt. 
“What? Dad why?” 
“You’re completely leading Jake on, Y/n, not to mention you send me all of these messages acting like you two are together. But you show up with some guy no one knows?” 
“Some guy? Dad we go to school together…” he shook his head, scrubbing his palms over his face before giving you a pointed look. 
“You brought him to Jake’s show. After, again, leading me to believe you two are together. And how do you think that feels for him? His parents? Sure they thought the same thing I did.” 
“Dad, Strings and I have an agreement, we see whoever we want. He’s just as free to do so as I am!” You sounded like an insolent child, your foot stomping and all as you tried to argue your side of it. But saying it out loud to Dad sounded dumb, made the entire thing seem stupid. 
“An agreement? It didn’t look like that when he saw you with someone else. He looked hurt, Y/n. Jake’s a great guy, everything you have shown me tells me that. Buying you flowers. Taking you out. He’s polite, motivated. And you’re leading him on like he doesn’t matter to you. Have you told him about your summer abroad yet?” His tone had grown harsh and you had grown stubborn, unwilling to admit maybe he was right. Even if you two were nothing official, nothing labeled, bringing a date to Jake’s show was kind of low. But, just as dad was stubborn, so were you. And you weren’t about to admit that you’d messed up. So you dug your heels in further, scowling as you crossed your arms over your chest. 
“I’m an adult, Dad, I can make my own choices and that includes who I take on a date where. And when I tell anyone about my summer plans. Sorry to be such a disappointment to you, but it’s not any of your business.” You turned and made for the restroom then, knowing you were wrong but you were also angry. Mostly that he had been incredibly right about things, and partially because he’d done that right there in public. Was that not a conversation he could have had with you in the privacy of your own home? Tears stung the corners of your eyes as they welled up, threatening to spill over the closer you got to the bathroom door. 
“Hey,” Jake appeared out of nowhere before you could make it fully into the restroom, his expression softer than before. “SG, I wanted you to meet my parents…” he started, frowning when you met his eye contact. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m fine, Jake. I’d love to meet them, I just need to use the…” you pointed to the restroom door and he watched as you did before reaching up and swiping away an errant tear from your cheek. 
“Y/n…you know you can talk to me right?” 
“Yeah, I’m-I’m fine. Dad and I just argued, is all. It’s not a big deal.” 
“You’re crying. It’s definitely a big deal.” Jake grasped at your hand then and pulled you away from where he’d stopped you at, away from the crowds of people mingling and lingering. “Talk to me. I’m your best friend first, SG, what’s going on?” 
“He just said he was disappointed in me,” your lip quivered as you spoke. You were surprised by how hurt you actually felt. He was justified in being disappointed in your choices, hell you were too. “He’s never said that before.” Jake gave a nod of understanding before wrapping you in his arms in a tight embrace, pulling you against his chest as his chin rested ontop of your head. 
“It’ll be okay. Look, we can just get out of here? You don’t have to meet my folks tonight if you aren’t up to it.” 
“No. No, I’m okay. I want to. I just want to use the restroom and clean up a little,” you mumbled against his chest. When he finally released you a few moments later, you’d calmed down significantly. Jake always had that effect on you though, his hugs could cure just about any hurt you were positive of that. 
“Well, go on then, I’ll wait here for you.” 
You bound off into the bar's restroom, clicking the lock on the door behind you. You took a moment to center yourself, take a few deep breaths and splash some cold water on your face to help you calm down. True to his promise, Jake was in the exact spot you’d left him when you returned. 
“Feel better?” His eyebrows perked as he spoke and you gave a nod. “Good, c’mon.” He walked you over to where his parents stood, his large hand against the small of your back as he guided you. “Dad. Mom.” He said once you had approached, both of them turning to give him their full attention. 
“Son! That was some show, like you never hurt your arm at all,” his mom started. Jake thanked her softly, his cheeks growing a deep shade of pink as he accepted her compliments. 
“Thanks, Mom. Hey, I want you and Dad to officially meet Y/n.” He pushed you gently to stand before him, lining his body up parallel to yours as he pressed his chest against your back. He brought both hands up to rest atop your shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze to encourage you. “These are my folks, Kelly and Karen.” 
“Hey, sweetie, it’s so nice to finally meet you! Jake has told us so much about you,” Karen offered her hand to you, smiling as you grasped it firmly. 
“Gosh, I hope nothing bad,” you added, glancing back to Jake who was watching on with a goofy smile on his face. 
“All good things,” Kelly added, taking your hand once his wife had released it. He pulled you in for a hug the same as your parents had done to Jake, giving you a tight squeeze before releasing you. 
“What did you think of our boys tonight?” Karen inquired as Jake and Kelly got lost in their own conversation. 
“They were great. But they always are, you know?” Karen smiled and nodded that she agreed. 
“I’m just glad he’s back to playing and you get to see it! The two things he loves most, I’m sure you’ve inspired a lot of his work toward healing.” Did you…did you hear her right? Did Jake's mom just tell you he loved you as much as music? No. No way. 
“That’s all him, he’s super motivated so.” 
“He’s always been that way. I’m just glad he’s still able to play after everything. And that you’ve stuck beside him. I know he appreciates it, honestly I’ve never seen him so…in tune with someone else. So…well, so in love.” Before you could say anything else, before your mind could even convince you that Karen Kiszka knew nothing of which she spoke, Jake was interrupting again. 
“Hey, so. Dad is gonna let us take their car back to school, and they’ll take the van home. He’s going to drive Josh up tomorrow and switch cars, I told him how we had made plans for after the show. Pizza and a movie.” His eyebrows perked suggestively. You had promised to hang out, but no plans had been finalized. Especially not plans of what you were going to do. No matter that, Jake was ready to leave and you were feeling slightly buzzed on Karen’s words. 
“Yeah we should probably go soon, long drive.” You agreed and it only took that for him to turn to his parents to bid them goodnight. After a round of hugs and goodbyes to the Kiszka’s and the other guys, Jake grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the bar as he led you to where his parents careful was parked. Once you were both safe and sound in the car, buckled up and pulling out of the parking lot, you turned your head to Jake. 
“Hey…I’m sorry about tonight,” you heard him sigh as he focused on the road, his right hand coming over to rest atop your thigh. He splayed his fingers out to cover more real estate and you rested your hand over his. “I shouldn’t have assumed anything.” 
“Did you enjoy the show at least?”
“Yeah, you were great like I knew you would be.” You picked his hand up from your leg and pressed your finger tips to his before bringing his hand to your mouth and kissing it softly. Maybe it was the sentiment Karen had shared, or maybe the fact that even through being upset with you he’d still managed to make you feel…wanted…safe, but you felt incredibly enamored in the moment. You pressed your lips to the back of his hand and then turned it and kissed his palm as he chuckled. 
“What are you doing, Space Girl?”
“Just admiring.” You shrugged and placed his hand back to rest on your thigh, letting the tip of your pointer finger dance over the ‘I love you’ written there. “So who wrote this?” 
“It’s killing you not knowing, huh?” You could hear the amusement in his voice as you huffed a sigh. 
“Yes. It is,” you admitted. 
“Veronica did. My sister. I wish you could’ve met her tonight but I think she had already gone into hiding.” 
“Oh…well maybe I can meet her at the next show.” After that the drive back to campus was quiet, save for the radio that Jake kept at a low volume. You both hummed along to songs here and there but mostly, you just enjoyed the comfortable silence and one another’s presence. Back at campus, Jake found a close parking spot to park in and managed to make it out of the car before you even unbuckled so he could open the door for you. You’d never tell him, but you’d already caught on to the way he would scoff when you’d jump out so you always moved slower to give him time to open your door. Once he had your car door open, Jake took your hand and helped you from the car. The walk to your dorm never took long, though there had been times you wished it did. Tonight being one of those, you were worried he would go back to his dorm after and that would be the end of the night. Jake walked hand and hand with you until he reached the door to your room. 
“So…how about it. Pizza and a movie?” He questioned as you unlocked the door and led him inside. You couldn’t remember if you’d actually eaten that day, but you knew you hadn’t eaten anything else after lunch the day prior. The idea of eating didn’t sound appealing but spending time with Jake did so you agreed readily as you kicked your Vans off. Jake followed suit, kicking his shoes off near the door. 
“Sounds good.” Jake made quick work of ordering a pizza while you rummaged around for pajamas to change into, only turning back to him once he was off the phone. You held a T-shirt and a pair of shorts in one hand and his sweats in the other. “I still have your sweats if you wanna put something more comfortable on.”
“Maybe once the food gets here. Besides,” he took the clothes from your hands and tossed them onto the chair that sat in front of your desk. “I’m more comfortable naked.” You went to protest that you weren’t more comfortable that way but Jake had pulled you into him, his middle and pointer finger curling around the waistband of your jeans as a means to grasp onto you. He ghosted his lips over yours as he untied the flannel you’d been wearing around your waist, one he’d let you borrow sometime in the last few weeks after your sweatshirt mysteriously disappeared amongst his bedding. 
“Strings,” you swallowed hard, your lips touching his just barely as you spoke. He hummed out a ‘hmmm’ as his hands worked to open the fly of your jeans once the flannel had fallen to the ground. You were both holding eye contact, the energy and air in the room so intense that it would likely be suffocating for anyone else. “Are you going to kiss me?” 
“Not yet,” he offered as he pushed the sides of your jeans open some and then tugged at the hem of the cropped T-shirt you’d been wearing. 
“Why not?” You whined a little and furrowed your brow when you noticed him smirk. 
“Because you want me to. And I want to, so bad. But there are some things I want before I do.” 
“What’s that?” His hands were busy pushing the T-shirt up over your breasts, your arms instinctively going up so he could pull it off of you. Once off, he tossed it to the floor as well with the already growing pile of your clothing. 
“Firstly, to touch you.” He caressed the back of his knuckle across your cheek and down your neck, curling a finger around your bra strap and slowly pulling it off your shoulder. 
“Can I touch you also?” You questioned, resting a hand against his chest and playing with the hem of his button up with the other. 
“Please.” With his consent you worked to undo the few buttons he had done up on his shirt while his fingers skimmed along your collarbone, ultimately pushing the other bra strap off your shoulder. 
“What if I kiss you?” You splayed the sides of his shirt open and ran your hands along his chest as you did. 
“Not yet,” he said, snaking his hand around your back and flicking the clasp on your bra open without much effort. You let it fall to the floor as he skated his knuckles over the skin on your chest, down to your breasts where his finger tips rolled around your nipples slowly as he backed you toward the bed. 
“Please, Strings?” 
“That’s the second thing,” he smirked again as he gently laid you back on the bed, uprighting himself after he did. His fingertips drug slowly down the valley between your breasts, hooking on the waist of your jeans and pulling them down. 
“What is?” You breathed, helping to kick off the garment once he’d pushed them low enough on your legs. 
“Begging. I’d like to hear you do that, I think.” Oh. Fuck. He wasn’t playing tonight. Before you could register his movements, he was on his knees in front of you and his hands were running up and down the tops of your thighs. When he reached your knees for the third time, he curled his palms around the back of them and pulled you so close to the edge of the bed you thought he may let you fall off. Gently, he pushed your legs apart and guided one over his shoulder and then the other before leaning in and pressing a firm kiss over your panties. Slowly, so, so damn slowly he let the tip of his tongue snake out and ghost along the edge of the material of your underwear teasingly. Up and down, up and down as his warm breath puffed out against you. You knew without even having to look that there was no way the fabric of your panties weren’t damp. He was such a damn tease. 
“Jake,” you let out a shaky breath as his tongue pushed just under the fabric and licked against you. “Please.”
“Please, what?” He spoke with his mouth pressed against your center and if your panties weren’t soaked before, they were now. 
“Don’t tease.”
“I like to tease you, it makes it better when you-.” His phone rang, interrupting him and you figured he would ignore it. That’s why you couldn’t help but gasp when he pulled away. 
“Pizza’s here. I’ll be right back. Don’t. Move.” And then he was running from your room and you couldn’t help but scowl as you stared up at the ceiling. By the time he returned, you were full on pouting with your arms crossed and all. You sat up, watching him place the food down on your desk before turning to you. “I’d say let’s eat but…I was just about to.” Dear god. What had gotten into him? He stepped closer to the bed, pressing his hand gently to the center of your chest and pushing you to lay back down as he dropped back to his knees. 
“Where was I? Oh yeah,” he pulled you back to the edge of the bed and placed a kiss against your mound, his tongue pressing out against your center. You could feel the heat and the moisture through your underwear, causing you to wiggle about as his fingers hooked around the sides of your panties and peeled them down over your hips and legs. Jake wasted no time connecting his mouth with your clit, rolling his tongue against it as his lips suctioned around it lightly. He poured every ounce of knowledge on the moves you liked into giving you head, licking and lapping as you bucked your hips up and moaned loudly. He moved his attention down to your entrance, teasing his tongue around it slowly before fucking it into you, his head moving back and forth causing his nose to catch against your clit each time. If the way you were moaning and whimpering his name didn’t tell him you were close, the slurping and squelching noises his mouth was making would’ve. You felt a familiar warmth start deep in your core and spread up and out through your body, that tight coil of pleasure he’d be able to coax from you at any time threatening to spring loose. 
“J-Ja-Jake,” you stuttered out on a moan, you were so close your toes were curling. And then, he ceased all movements and pulled away, his face glistening in the little bit of light from your desk lamp. You whimpered as you watched him lick his lips and stand up, his hands moving to slowly undo his jeans as he watched you watching him. 
“What’s wrong, SG? You look like you have something you wanna say?” You shook your head as he took his jeans off and then his boxers. “No? Nothing you wanna tell me?” Again, you shook your head. You didn’t know it in the moment, but he was giving you ample opportunity to tell him the one thing that had been bothering him all day. That you were leaving him. With your silence, his face changed as he smirked devilishly at you. “Oookay then,” he crawled onto the bed over you and you pushed up on your elbows as he leaned in and licked over your lips slowly. “You sure though? I can wait if you have something to say.” 
“No,” you choked out, pushing up further onto the bed as he moved with you. Once you were comfortable again, he moved so he was resting between your legs, his hips pressing against yours as he watched your face contort with pleasure from the friction he was offering you. 
“Thought about this moment all day,” he added absently, his mouth connecting to your neck as he sucked and nipped at the skin. 
“You did?” You hooked a leg over his hip and rutted up against him. 
“Fuck yeah, SG, my favorite thing to come home to,” you had the uncanny ability to completely disregard every sweet sentiment that he offered you. One day you’d learn that he quite literally meant it. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he finally kissed you deeply. You could feel his hand between your body and his as he fisted at his length and pumped along it a few times before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing into you, his mouth never leaving yours. Jake buried himself to the hilt, grinding his hips against yours before backing out slowly. Unlike any other time, where he would slowly build into a steady rhythm, Jake slammed back into you with a sharp thrust of his hips. 
“Fuuuuck,” you whimpered, his hand tangling into the hair at the nape of your neck and grasping tightly near the root. 
“D’you like that, SG?” he repeated the move, falling into a quick harsh rhythm.
“Yeah,” you whined, bucking your hips up into him with each harsh thrust forward that he delivered. 
“Say my name, SG, c’mon I wanna hear you moan it,” his pace quickened, never faltering as he nipped and licked at your mouth. 
“Jake,” you moaned, digging your nails into his back. 
“Yeah, like that,” he breathed, sounding winded as he continued pounding into you. “Say it again.” You followed his instructions, whining his name out as you fucked yourself back onto him with each of his driving thrusts forward. 
“Jake. Fuck, Jake I’m so close.”
“Are you, baby?” You nodded, clenching around his cock as you connected your lips to his. He tugged your hair as you did, causing you to moan into his mouth. 
“Tell me, Space Girl,” he demanded, confusing you as he held your hair tightly in his grasp and looked down into your eyes. 
“Jaaaake,” you moaned again, but that wasn’t what he wanted to hear at all. 
“No.” His teeth clenched together as your pussy clenched tightly around him again. “Tell me why you’re leaving me to go to France, SG. Tell me you don’t want to spend your summer doing this wherever we can.” 
“Jake,” you said seriously, your eyes rounding out as he slowed, barely moving in and out of you. 
“Why wasn’t I good enough to tell?”
“I-I-I was worried…”
“Worried about what?” He breathed and despite himself, you could tell he was closer than he’d been letting on. 
“That you wouldn’t want to see me anymore knowing I’d be gone all summer,” you hated this. It wasn’t how you’d planned to tell him, however he had found out. And you certainly hadn’t planned to tell him while he was balls deep. 
“Why wouldn’t I want to see you?” 
“Because I thought you’d be mad at me.” 
“My Space Girl, I’d never be mad at you. Ever.” His movements start to pick up again, evidently nearing his release making sure to bring you with him. It’s a conversation you know will continue afterwards, but right now it’s just you and him. Nothing else matters. As his hips snap into yours, you can’t help but to cry out his name, uncaring of who were to hear. 
“Jake, please don’t stop.” You pull yourself into his chest and he wraps his arms around your back to hold you closer, simultaneously holding you down on his length as he fucks into you. His fingers press into the sides of your ribs, sure to leave marks on your skin as a sweet reminder for later. You tighten around his length and wrap your legs around his waist, limiting how far he can pull back. Jake coats your walls with streams of his hot seed bringing you to your own release. He places deep kisses along your neck and throat, occasionally nipping and licking at your heated skin. Jake removes himself from inside your aching core, laying next to you with his arm out as an invitation. You oblige and curl into him letting your fingers drag up and down his bare chest, placing a random series of kisses across his skin. 
“I’m gonna miss you, ya know that?” He brings his hand to play with your knotted hair, attempting to untangle your locks with his fingers. He kisses your forehead a few times, each kiss lingering longer than the last one. 
“I’ll miss you, too. But I’ll be home a week before junior year starts.” You inch back enough to see his face while you speak to him. His lids are heavy, nearly blocking your entire view of his coffee irises. 
“So why do you have to leave? There’s so much I had planned for us this summer.” 
“Jake, it’s already paid for. I can’t throw away thousands of dollars like that.” 
“Could we maybe… Facetime sometimes? I-I know we aren’t- I’d still like to hear my best friend’s voice, y’know?” 
“Of course we can.” 
Jake nods and pushes himself off of the bed to gather something to clean up with. His phone dings while he’s rustling around in the bathroom. 
“SG, can you read that for me?” He shouts from the other room over the sound of drawers and cabinets shutting. You reach over to grab his phone from your bedside table and click the power button to show the notification once more. At some point he’d changed his lockscreen from the family dog to a picture of you and him. It was after one of his shows that you said you might not be able to make since you had work. You’d found someone to cover your shift and you drove all the way to Frankenmuth to see him. He’s drenched in sweat, pressing his lips to your cheek. 
“It’s a Snapchat from Josh.” You squeek, trying to dial down the excitement that grew inside all over a photo. Jake returns with a damp towel and cleans you up, handing you a set of clothes afterwards. He stood there naked on his phone, typing away to his brother. 
“You’re not afraid of accidentally sending a picture…?” You giggle and point to his undressed bottom half. 
“What do you- ooooh… Nah, that’s not how Snapchat works, SG. I’m just in the chat, no cameras.” 
“Oh, I don’t have Snapchat. I thought it was just for pictures.” 
“You should get one so we can send pictures of our days to each other while you’re gone!” His face lights up at the possibility, and if it weren’t him you’d have shut the idea down. 
“I dunno, maybe…” Your words trail off as you think about how you’re really going to France. For two whole months you won’t be with Jake and it almost brings you to tears. That’s two months of no shows, no breakfast together, no kissing. You cringe at the thought, but to know you won’t see or feel him for that long drives you crazy. He’s really woken something up inside of you… Ignited a fire you didn’t know you had. You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, kicking your feet against the side deep in thought. What if he finds someone while you’re gone, and you never get any of this again?
“Hey, you okay?” At some point Jake had put on the sweatpants you offered him earlier, truly telling of how long you must have been zoned off. He stands in front of you and rests his fingers below your chin, gently pushing up so you look at him. “SG, you’re crying… Did I do something?” Jake wipes the stray tear from your cheek and rubs his thumb over the wet skin. 
“I’m okay, just really gonna miss you. Gonna miss everything.” You bring yourself to your feet and wrap your arms around Jake’s torso, holding him as close to you as possible.
“Everything?”
“Your shows, breakfast together, our agreement…” 
“How about this? I’ll FaceTime you for breakfast so we can eat together, and prop you up somewhere for the shows. Sound good?” He rubs his hands up and down your back. 
“But the time zones.”
“We’ll go based on your time. I’ll be up, anyways.”
“Are you sure, Strings? I feel bad.”
“Don’t feel bad. I want to still be there for you.” Jake spins the both of you around and pulls you into the bed with him. He’s laying on his back, hair splayed across your pillows. You put your hands on his chest and push yourself up, straddling his hips. Jake’s hands find purchase on your thighs, fingers rubbing soft circles just under the hem of your shorts. “I’ll miss you, gorgeous girl.” 
You lean down to give him a kiss before resting your body on top of his and your hands at his sides. “I’m sorry for not telling you when I found out. I just don’t want anything to change now or later.” 
“I know you’re worried things are gonna change, but I promise nothing will. We still have some time together, I’d like to spend it making memories with you, not being mad at you.” 
Her pov
April 1, 2016
“Do you want to watch a movie tonight?” Jake questioned from where he sat next to you as he stuffed the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth. Stirring the spoon in your yogurt container, you set it aside before looking over at Jake. 
“I’d really love to, Strings, but I have a test tomorrow and I really need to study.” He frowned, picking your yogurt container back up and pushing it into your hands. 
“You’ve barely eaten the last few days, SG. Please finish this.” You took the container back, moving the spoon around again before shrugging. The two of you hadn’t had much time together since the night of his last show, two weeks prior, when he’d found out about your upcoming trip to France. You felt bad, and you certainly missed his presence when you were unable to spend time together, but part of you knew if you could get used to it now it would make leaving easier. 
No such luck. You’d have a hell of a time leaving Jake no matter what, a fact that became increasingly obvious the more you thought about him spending his summer meeting girls and potentially hooking up with them. Spooning a bit of the yogurt into your mouth, you continued to let your mind drift into the what ifs concerning your summer abroad up until the ringing of your phone interrupted those thoughts. You dug around in your book bag before pulling it out, your screen partially turned toward Jake as the photo of your dad lit up on the screen. Grimacing, you rejected the call and dropped the device to your lap. 
“Why did you decline Bill’s call, Space Girl? I wouldn’t have minded.” You knew he wouldn’t have, truth be told you were simply still upset over him saying he was disappointed in you. You couldn’t deny he was right about what you were doing, but the fact he was disappointed. That hurt the most. You knew it was wrong to give him the cold shoulder over such a small thing, but the stubbornness of your heart wouldn’t let you get past your pride. 
“I just don’t want to talk to him right now, Strings. Anyway. Lunch tomorrow?” You tossed the yogurt into the bag before he could protest you having not finished it, knowing of the things he’d brought you it had been the only one you’d even touched. 
“What about dinner, tonight? A good meal before you spend all evening studying? It’ll help. Brain power yanno.” Again, Jake was right. As he tended to be. But you hated the idea of feeding your body, at least in the most recent days. It seemed the worse you felt mentally, the more food became the enemy. But he looked so hopefully, sitting there reaching out to you, tucking his finger under your chin and pushing it up so you’d look at him. You had to will yourself to refuse. 
“I can’t, Jakey,” you sighed softly, hoping the use of Jakey would soften him enough to not be upset with you. “I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch?” 
“Yeah, I guess.” He huffed defeatedly as he stood after you had. 
“K, maybe turkey sandwiches tomorrow?” Again, you hoped to soften him to not be upset with you. It was wrong, the way you knew the promise of you picking food would lead him to believe you’d eat a meal, in turn taking the focus off of you not having eaten today. In taking the focus off of the fact you’d pushed more and more space between the two of you, whether intentional or not. 
“I can do that pretty girl,” he offered a smile, wrapping you up in a hug when you moved into him instinctively. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you mumbled into his chest, holding your body close to his for a moment longer before prying yourself away from him and exiting the stairwell. 
April 14, 2016
“Hey, what’s the rush,” Jake crooned from behind you, grabbing the shoulder strap of your bag to slow you down. You’d been off of work for maybe fifteen minutes, and had a full day of classes prior to that, when he caught you walking by the coffee shop. 
“Strings!” You recognized his voice before you even turned to see his face, your excitement growing tenfold. Turning, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. 
“Hey, Space Girl, got time for your favorite guitarist tonight?” He grinned down at you once you released him, adjusting the strap of his book bag over his shoulder. 
For a moment, you thought maybe he had a show you’d forgotten about but you knew that couldn’t be the case because their show was for that Saturday. 
“Oh my god, is Kirk Hammett on campus?!” You joked, giggling when he playfully shoved your shoulder. 
“You ass! You wouldn’t even know who Kirk was if it weren’t for me,” he laughed, pulling your book bag from your arm and slinging it over his free shoulder as the two of you began toward your dorm building. 
“I knowwww,” you chuckled, curling your arm around one of his so you were latched together. “What’s up anyway?” 
“Miss you SG, feel like we have barely spent any time together recently,” he rasped as you frowned to yourself. He wasn’t wrong, aside from lunch daily you really hadn’t gotten a lot of time together. And as far as your arrangement went, it had been nearly a month since you’d slept together. You tried not to think of the fact, plenty of nights had been spent alone in bed envisioning him there with you and what he’d do if he were. And you always knew he was only a text or phone call away. But it made sense to slow things down, right? 
“I know Jake, I’m sorry I’ve been so busy lately,” you frowned up at him as you both stepped aside for another student rushing past. 
“It’s okay Y/n, life happens. But maybe we can hang out tonight?” The hopeful look on his face killed you, there was no way you could deny him that. 
“Yeah okay, what did you have in mind?” 
“Well, there’s an arcade up town.” An arcade? Okay, it sounded fun you supposed. You gave a nod to show you were listening so he would continue. “We could grab some dinner and just…hang out?” 
“Do I have time to change?”
“Of course, but you’ll go?”
“Yeah, as long as I can change and drop my bag off. It sounds fun.” 
Twenty minutes later Jake pulled into the parking lot of the large arcade, which if you were honest looked more like a bowling alley or skating rink than anything. You weren’t surprised when you both entered the business to find that it was exactly that, a renovated bowling alley made to where half of the business was an arcade and the other half was still a bowling alley. 
“Hope you don’t mind Josh and a few of his friends are here,” Jake gave you a half smile, hoping it would be okay that his brother was there. 
“Cmon Jake, you know I love Josh too. Let’s go pester him for once.” You led him toward where you could see Josh and a group of other guys bowling. 
“Oh! I forgot to tell you,” you pulled your phone out as Jake shoved a fry in his mouth, his arm closest to you draped lazily over your shoulders as the two of you watched Josh bowl his third strike in a row. “I made a Snapchat,” you unlocked your phone to show Jake the app you had downloaded. 
“Hell yeah, SG! You gotta add me. What’s your username, I’ll just add you real quick?” He pulled his phone from his jeans pocket and quickly unlocked it to navigate to the Snapchat app himself. 
“It’s…” your cheeks flamed as you leaned in closer to him. Even though Josh and his friends weren’t paying much attention, you still really only wanted Jake to know you had a Snapchat. You hadn’t planned on using it for anything more than sending him pictures of France. “Its cosmicstrings. Like one word.” You watched as he typed it in and then added your profile, the corners of his lips curling up in a smirk. 
“I like that username.” His eyebrows perked as he grinned at you. You wondered if he realized it was an ode to him. He may have called you cosmic a time or two, but Strings was just as heavenly in your mind. The rest of the evening was spent seeing who could out-bowl Josh. Plot twist, no one had been able to. By the time Jake drove you both back to campus, you were ready to crawl into bed. Your stomach was full, for the first time in what felt like weeks and your entire body ached for sleep thanks to the grueling week you’d had with classes and work. Jake had insisted on walking you to your dorm, as he normally did, and after a brief period of heavy kissing he’d set off back to his. Half of you wanted to beg him to stay, and you knew he would if you so much as breathed life into the sentiment, but it was best if he didn’t. That didn’t stop you, however, from digging his T-shirt out to sleep in. Once you were sure he was back at his dorm, you followed your nightly routine of washing your face and brushing your teeth before changing out of the clothes you’d worn. With nothing but a pair of underwear and Jakes T-shirt on, you crawled into bed and propped yourself up on your pillows. Fanning your hair out some, you opened the Snapchat app and took a quick picture of yourself in bed. You made sure it was mostly centered on your face, with just the tiniest bit of your hips and upper thigh showing toward the bottom of the screen-just enough for him to know you’d only worn his shirt to bed. Adding little text over it, you typed out ‘sleep tight Strings ;)’ and sent the picture to him before turning the light out and laying down. It didn’t take long before you heard your phone notify you that he had replied. Smirking to yourself, you took the phone up and opened it before tapping the Snapchat icon. One new post notification at the bottom made your heart swell. Navigating to it, you could see that Jake had changed his username to stringsinspace. Giggling, you opened his snap and nearly choked on your own saliva. His response to your teasing photo was one of him, chest bare and hair hanging over his shoulders. The photo cut off just above his mouth, which he had conveniently bitten into his lower lip for the photo and his free hand was resting against his hip. You longed to touch him, kiss the soft skin of his chest and feel his hips press into yours. Your dreams would suffice for the night. 
Goodnight, Strings :* you typed out in the chat and then closed your phone for good for the night. 
April 22, 2016
“C’mon, Y/n, I barely see you anymore. The last time we really hung out was like two weeks ago. All I’m asking is for like, two hours…” Jake peered up at you through his eyelashes from where he sat leaning against the wall. 
“I work tonight, Strings,” you sighed, knowing Friday evenings always seemed to be the busiest. 
“Okay…then tomorrow? It’s my birthday and I’d like to spend it with you.” 
You were all too aware of his birthday the next day, having already picked out the most perfect card and gift. You grinned to yourself, ready to agree but Jake spoke again before you could. 
“Josh is going out…we can have the room to ourselves? I need you Space Girl,” his tone held a sense of yearning and longing that you recognized. “I know you told me you work in the morning but the evening? Even if it’s after he leaves…I just wanna be with you.” 
“Okay. When he leaves? That’ll give me time to get back to my dorm room and shower after work, we have a big book delivery tomorrow and I’m sure I’ll be sweaty as hell unpacking boxes all afternoon.” After agreeing and planning a time, you both cleaned your lunch mess up and headed to your respective classes, all the while you were lost in thought on the final touches over your birthday present for him. 
April 23, 2016
Knock knock. 
You waited patiently for Jake to answer the door, a gift bag hung over one arm and a tray of cupcakes in your hand. You heard some rustling around on the other side of the door before Jake pulled it open, wearing a wide smile on his face. 
“Happy birthday Jakey!” You exclaimed, moving around him once he’d gestured you in. With the door closed, you turned to him and let your gaze fall over him. His hair was pulled back into a messy knot low on his head, secured at the nape of his neck. He wore a pair of army green jogger style pants and a flannel that was fully unbuttoned. God, he looked so sexy. 
“Those for me?” He questioned, stepping over and studying the container of cupcakes. You’d made sure to get a mixture of white cake and chocolate cake, not wanting to leave Josh out even though he wasn’t supposed to be there. He would be come morning and you didn’t want him to feel bad if you only brought Jake a treat. 
“Yes, white cake with vanilla frosting and strawberries on top for you. And chocolate on chocolate on more chocolate for your delinquent brother.” Jake chuckled as he took the tray from you and found a spot for it on their shared desk and you took the opportunity to lay his gift down in the desk chair so you could kick your shoes off. 
“A gift too huh?” He peered in the bag as you gave a nod, dropping down onto the edge of his bed. 
“Yes, you can open it now if you’d like or…later. Whichever.” You hoped he chose later, because even though you had been the one to make yourself so busy, you had missed him immensely. And it had been obvious when the two of you had made your plans for tonight what he had really wanted for his birthday. Simply, Jake wanted you for the night and you were ready to oblige that want. That need, really, as you’d been feeling it also. It had been over a month since you’d touched one another, without counting the countless hugs at lunch and the short make out session a few weeks prior after bowling with Josh. 
“I can wait for that,” he rasped, taking your hand and pulling you up from his bed and to him. “I missed you. Thank you for spending my birthday with me,” he added as he slowly moved in until his nose was nudging against your cheek, his breath warm against your skin and lips as he spoke. 
“Of course. I’ve missed you Jake,” you whispered, licking over your lips just before he closed the tiny bit of space between his mouth and yours. Jake kissed you deep and slow, his arms snaking around your waist and hugging you to him tightly. You allowed your arms to hug around his neck as the two of you kissed, feeling his hands slide under the short skirt you’d worn for the occasion. It had been comical, picking the outfit out because you’d been all too aware that it would be off moments after you arrived. You still had wanted to look good for him, on his birthday, and that went straight down to the lingerie you wore underneath. Not that you could really consider it that, as it was just a matching bra and panty set in red lace. You’d felt daring purchasing it, unsure when you’d wear it but as his birthday had approached you knew just the occasion. Jake’s large hands grasped at your ass cheeks and squeezed firmly as he growled into your mouth. Your hands played with the collar of his flannel before pushing it over his shoulders and as far down on his arms as you could manage with his arms still around you. 
You pushed your hips into his as his mouth moved down from yours and over your cheek and jaw until he found a spot on your neck that he felt like spoiling. 
“Jake,” you sighed out, his hands falling from your body only long enough to let his flannel fall to the ground. His hands were back under your skirt again after that, grabbing and massaging at the supple skin at the top of your thighs just below your ass cheeks. “Should you lock the door?” You question, your head tipped to the side just a little to give him room. He sucked and nipped lightly just under your ear before lifting you off the ground and placing you to sit back on his bed. “Nah, we never do. It’ll be okay.” He stepped back just enough to get a good look at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his quickened breaths. Deciding that since it was his birthday you’d put a little show on for him, you reached around and unzipped your skirt before wriggling your way out of it. Once it had been discarded to the floor, you got up on your knees in his bed, pulling your shirt up and over your head and tossing it at him. Jake caught it, running the soft fabric between his hands as his eyes raked up and down your body. 
“All this, for me?” He questioned, his lips popped open just enough to make it look as if he were pouting. 
“Mmhmm. Happy birthday, Strings,” you said in a low rasp, hoping you sounded sultry enough. You ran your finger tips slowly over the edge of the lace cup of the bra and across to the opposite side, watching his face as you did. 
“Fuck, SG. I’ve missed this,” Jake groaned, stepping forward and kneeing up onto the bed as he took you in his arms again. Pulling you against him, Jake connected his mouth to yours. You could feel his hard on pressing against your thigh as he laid you back onto the bed, one hand working to undo the clasp of the bra as he did. Popping it open, you could feel the relief of the tension it held against your chest, sighing audibly at the feeling. Jake's nimble fingers pulled the garment from you as his eyes bore into your own. 
“I’ve thought about this all day,” he confessed, tossing the lace material aside and immediately moving back to remove your panties as well. “I can’t wait to taste you, Space Girl.” Swallowing hard, you lifted your hips off the bed a little to aid him in removing your underwear. 
“I’ve thought about this all day, too,” you agreed, sitting up and curling your fingers around the waist band of his pants. “If I’m naked, you’re naked, Jakey.” 
“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled, ridding himself of his pants and his boxers in one fluid, quick motion before settling between your knees and leaning down to kiss you. His kiss was slow and sensual as his tongue licked into your mouth and you felt him drag a finger through your velvety folds and connect with your clit. 
“Mmm,” you whimpered into his mouth, the contact driving you absolutely crazy. It had definitely been too long. How were you going to survive an entire summer without this? You wouldn’t, you’d die missing his touch. 
“Fuck,” Jake mumbled as he broke the kiss and leaned back. He pushed your knees further apart as he stared down at your core. “Just a lil taste SG, I don’t know how long I can wait.” With that, he used his hands to spread your lower lips apart more and lent in. He started with his tongue, running it lazily around your entrance and licking into it a time or two before dragging it slowly up to your clit. Lapping against it, Jake's lips suctioned around it as he did. He was so good with his mouth, it had only been a few short moments before you were moaning and panting his name as your hands grasped for loose locks of his hair. 
“Jake. In. I need you in me please,” you begged, rolling your hips up into his touch. You heard him groan as he pulled away and crawled back over you. 
“I could do that all day and get off on it alone sweetheart,” he rasped as he fisted at the base of his cock and teased your clit with the tip. “Taste so fucking good, SG.” You could feel your entire face go warm, but you weren’t sure if it were due to his compliment or the teasing. You were ready to protest, to beg him to move faster because you needed him, but he got to it first. Pushing into your entrance slowly until he was fully seated in your needy pussy, his hips grinding down into yours before he backed out. When he pushed back in again, he hooked your right leg up over his hip and bent his knee out to the side effectively opening you up more for him. One…two…three slow languid strokes and your back was arching as you moaned out his name loudly. And then, the worst thing - in your opinion- that could happen, did. The door of the dorm pushed open as Josh nonchalantly walked in, whistling a little tune to himself as he did. 
“Fuck! Josh what the hell,” Jake whined, reacting quickly to grab his comforter and pull it up over the two of you. His movements stilled as he buried his face in your neck, his cock still buried deep in you as he huffed and panted against your heated skin.  
“Ope, sorry,” his twin muttered but made no move to leave or even turn around. You turned your face, red both with embarrassment and arousal from previous, into Jake as your eyes pressed shut. “Oooh! Cupcakes. Are these for both of us?” 
“Josh! What the fuck! You told me you were going out and would be all night,” Jake groaned, reminding his twin that he’d walked in on the two of you in quite the predicament. “What the hell are you doing back already?”
“I forgot my ID!”
“Well, get it and get out!” Jake growled. You could feel his cock pulsing against your walls, curiously making your eyebrows perk. Interesting. 
“Sorry sorry,” Josh mumbled as he rummaged around. “Gonna just take one of these cuppycakes too…” 
“Happy birthday, Josh,” you mumbled, pressing your fingertips into Jake’s back. 
“Thank you Y/n, at least someone has manners.”
“Josh!” Jake groaned loudly. 
“I’m gone!” Josh took off then, pulling the door shut behind him as you and Jake both sighed in unison. 
“Sorry,” Jake mumbled, pulling back just enough to look at your face. He began pumping into you again slowly, as if none of that had just happened. If it were possible, he felt thicker than before and by the way his skin had pinked he definitely hadn’t minded that the two of you had been caught. 
“Strings,” you started, moving your hands up to cup his cheeks as you pulled him in for a kiss. You pressed a series of soft kisses to his plush lips before laying your head back. His eyes were hooded and heavy as he looked down at you. 
“That was kind of a turn on huh?” He rasped. So he had gotten turned on by being walked in on. Being watched?
“Erm…I mean the risk of getting caught is a turn on yes. But not. I. I don’t know, Jakey. Kinda lost the moment for me,” you confessed, embarrassed and a little sad because it felt like you just couldn’t get back into the moment. 
“Oh, okay. That’s okay, SG.” He said sweetly, pulling out and moving to lay beside you as his hands reached for you. Jake pulled you into him, wrapping his body around yours. “We can do this instead?” 
“Yeah,” you nodded as you pulled the blanket around the two of you tightly. “I’m sorry. I know we haven’t…done that…in a while. I wanted to finish as ba-.”
“Space Girl, sweetheart, don’t apologize. It’s okay,” he spoke softly into your ear. “As long as I get time with you, it’ll never matter what we are doing. This is just as special to me.” Surely he couldn’t mean that, right? The more time the two of you spent together, the more obvious it became that Jake was like…your dream man? So thoughtful and considerate, sweet and genuine. Always so giving, so talented and smart. He had everything. No. No Y/n, just friends. You pushed your soft thoughts for Jake aside, trying to not think about the warm fuzzy feeling that tingled through your extremities. 
“Can I…stay the night?” You questioned, Jake pressing his bare chest against your back as he pressed a quick succession of kisses to the shell of your ear. 
“I’d love nothing more, SG.” 
Jake’s Pov
Taking her word for being ready by 8pm, you start your grueling drive to Grand Rapids. This time the drive doesn’t bother you nearly as much as it has before, being stuck behind the wheel for hours with people who can’t seem to drive if their lives depended on it was always your least favorite part. The two hour drive from Frankenmuth to Grand Rapids feels like nothing now considering soon she’d be four thousand miles away from you. Ever since she told you about her studying abroad this summer, you haven’t been able to think about anything other than the distance. The thought of your impending inability to keep her safe while she’s so far away has kept you up so many nights in a row, and it wouldn’t get any better once she was away. What if she finds someone new to satisfy her needs during her France trip? It all drives you insane to think of, but at the end of the day you’re both free to see who you want. Part of the agreement you never would take advantage of. If it wasn’t her, it wasn’t anyone. That was made abundantly clear that night with Brooke. To even think about the fact you laid down with another woman makes your skin crawl. Tonight was the last one together before her departure. A nice room at the Hampton Inn right by the airport was sure to make a night she’d never forget, or at least you hoped she wouldn’t. The thoughts digging into every ridge of your brain makes the drive go by surprisingly fast as you’re driving up to the curb in front of her house.
You park and begin walking across the stepping stones that bring you to the steps. It’s a cute little pale yellow house with two brick stairs leading up to the front door, accompanied by a bush on either side. A little black “17” sits right below the semi-circle window that’s at the top of the door. No matter how many times you’d been at this same door, you always found yourself with butterflies in your stomach. You reach your hand up, knock on the door and shove your hands into your pockets as you anxiously wait for someone to answer. A few minutes pass and as you go to knock again you hear rustling on the other side. SG swings the door open, nearly falling past the threshold. She’s wearing a backpack, carrying a duffle bag and trying to drag along a huge suitcase. 
“Damn, SG. Pack your whole life up?” You teased as you reached for her suitcase and duffel bag to help. 
“I just wanted to make sure I had everything.” She pouts her lip and you watch her shoulders fall. 
“Hey, hey, hey. I was just kidding, it’s good to be prepared.”
She follows you to the car and stands on the curb as you shove her bags into the trunk. Once the bags you’ve carried over are settled, SG slowly walks towards the trunk and places her backpack amongst the chaos. As soon as you shut the trunk, she wraps her arms around you and squeezes as hard as she can. You hug her back, and even though she knows you won’t let go first, she herself refuses to pull away. 
“SG, we gotta check in by 9, we’re gonna be late.” Your hesitant with your words, the last thing you want is for her to feel unwanted. Truth was you’d never let her go, if you had a choice you’d hold onto her until she missed her flight and had no option but to stay. 
“Oh, right. Sorry!” She squeaked and pulled away, grabbing your hand as she walked to the passenger side. She’d finally caught on to the fact you’d never let her get the door for herself. Once you’re both settled into the car, you hand her the aux cord to play whatever she wanted. Her music taste had changed since being with you, going from mainstream pop and some synth to more rock and folky music. It was a change she’d made on her own, but one you’d taken some credit for. As you’re getting ready to put the car in drive, SG leans over and presses her hand to your left cheek, turning your face to meet hers. 
“Hi!” You say a little louder than usual, staring into her gorgeous eyes. 
“Hi, Jakey.” She gives you a quick peck to the lips before returning to her seat. 
“Someone’s excited.”You clear your throat and adjust yourself before starting to driving away from her house. 
“Says you…” She giggles and brushes her hand over your hardening length. “Hard already? I haven’t even done anything.” Little did she know all you had to do was think about her and you’d get hard. “Am I gonna have to handle this?” She palms your length through your jeans and your face grows painfully warm. 
“Y/n, you’re gonna be the death of me.” A few minutes pass of her gently rubbing her hand over your clothed and aching cock before she begins undoing your belt. “What are you doing?” You really were trying to ignore whatever she was up to, but god was it impossible. 
“Can I have my first road head experience, now?” She gives you those godforsaken puppy eyes, she rarely uses them, only when she really wants something and you give it to her every time. You nod and take a deep breath as her fingers undo the button and zipper, dipping down past the band of your boxers and releasing your cock. “So hard… Did I do all of this?” She leans over and swirls her tongue over your tip before wrapping her lips around the head. SG teases you a little before finally working her way down your shaft, allowing her hand to make up the difference. She’s gotten so good at giving head since the first time, able to go down much further now. Her head bobs up and down slowly and when you least expect it, you feel the head of your cock hit the back of her throat and her lips wrap around the base. She holds herself there longer than you’d expect her to, her nose brushing against the light patch of hair you’d let grow over the last few weeks. The feeling almost brings you to the edge, and she must have felt your cock start to twitch because she was quick to remove her mouth entirely. 
“Fuuuuck. What was that for?” You groan at the loss of contact. 
“Wanna make it last. Build it up until we get to the hotel.” 
“And then what?” You liked this side of her, granted it wasn’t often you got to experience it.
“And then you’re gonna bend me over every surface in that room.” 
“Yeah? You sure about that?” You’d picked up speed just a little, eager to get her to that room now more than ever. You’d both decided on some much needed intimacy as a farewell for now, but you didn’t know she’d want it like this. 
“I want it to hurt to walk tomorrow.” She starts pumping your cock again, teasing your head with her thumb each time she reaches the tip. 
“Is that so? Hope we find the right guy, then.” 
“Jaaaaaaake.” She whines in an annoyed voice. 
“Yes, dear?” 
“I think I know a guy.” 
“Okay, good! Can’t wait to meet him.” You chuckle and SG fists your length back into your boxers. The hotel sign is right in the line of sight and you couldn’t be more excited. You park close to the door and rush to get SG out of the car, grabbing both of your overnight bags, eagerly dragging her inside to check in. After retrieving your keys the two of you nearly run through the halls until you reach your room. 
“Slow down, Strings!” She shouts through a fit of giggles.
“Here, hold this.” You hand her your bag, it being significantly lighter than hers and toss hers to hang over the front of you. 
“What’s this for?!” 
“Get on.” You answer, bending down in front of her. She’s hesitant at first, but eventually gives in, pressing her torso against your back and situating her legs on your hips. You slide your hands around to hook under her legs as she adjusts her arms to be wrapped around your neck. SG places stray kisses to your cheek and neck as you carry her to the shared room.
Once you arrive at the room, you gently drop her to her feet and unlock the door. The door’s barely shut before SG’s hands begin to wander your body, snaking under the hem of your shirt and dancing along your waistband. Both bags have been dropped on the floor and kicked to the side along with both pairs of shoes, everything seemingly melting away around two of you. You place a hand to her face and get your lips as physically close to hers as you can without ever touching.
“Ready, pretty girl?” The air that escapes your lips elicits a shiver from SG. 
“Kiss meeeee-uh!” She whines and pokes out her bottom lip, giving those puppy eyes again. 
“Someone’s being bratty,” It takes everything in you not to kiss her as you opt to pull away instead, no longer allowing her to touch you and vice versa. “What are we gonna do about that?” 
“Whatever you want, just touch me.” 
“I will, I will. Just warming up.” You situate the bags and shoes to rest against the wall next to door as opposed to in the middle of the floor. “So I’m thinking we start…” You make your way back to her and place your hands on her hips, guiding her to the opposite wall of which nothing occupies the space. You spin her to face the wall and guide her hands to press against it, nudging her feet apart with your toes. “…here.” Your hands remain on her wrists as you push them up the wall, in return causing her back to arch and her ass to rub against your groin. “Gonna fuck you right against this wall for everyone to hear.” You move one hand down to wrap around her hair and tug her head back, the other slides down to sit on her hip. Using your grip, you bring her ear to your lips before whispering to her, “And then the floor. The bed. Make you watch in the mirror. The shower.” She lets her head fall back more, leaving her neck exposed. You take the opportunity to drag your tongue over her throat followed by blowing air across the now wet skin. 
“Jakey… don’t make me wait.” SG whines.
“Don’t move.” You release your hold on her, replacing your hands to the waistband of the shorts she wore. Another article of your clothing you’d willingly let her borrow with no intentions on getting them back. You slowly slide them over the wide of her ass and let them drop around her ankles.  “Where are your panties, Space Girl?” You ask, rubbing your hands over her exposed skin. 
“Wanted to make it easier.” 
You drop to your knees behind her, lifting each leg to free her of the fabric. You caress the sides of her legs with your hands, warming her skin with the friction. 
“Can we try something new?” Your hands remain planted on her ass as you grab into the supple skin, using her to pull yourself back up. 
“Hmm, depends.” 
“Can we… can we maybe record some of this? So we each have something while we’re apart?” Silence washes over the room and fear starts to take over your body from her lack of response. Have you overstepped? 
“I mean, if you want to we can.” Her answer is quiet. 
“Y/n, if you’re not comfortable with it we don’t have to. It’s okay to say no to me.” 
“No, I-I want to, I’m just a little…” 
“What’s wrong?” 
“I just don’t know how I’ll look. I’m worried about not looking right.” 
“Baby… you always look fucking ethereal.” It all finally clicks. It’s obvious she’s not skipping meals to make up for the holidays or whatever bullshit excuse she’d give, but because too many campus assholes have made her feel bad for how she looked. Truth is, she’s perfect.
“I-I’m not… too big…?” The idea of someone finding her the way you do seemed to sound foreign to her. It makes you sad hearing the shock in her voice. In all honesty, it angers you knowing how other people made her feel. You’d told her so many times before how perfect she was, but for some reason it didn’t seem to matter coming from you. 
“No, you’re perfect. All of you.” You kiss between her shoulder blades, thank god she wore a tanktop today. “Y’know those marble statues of like, Aphrodite?” You ask, turning her to face you. Your hand makes a home upon her cheek, feeling her soft skin under your fingertips. 
“Mhm, learned about those.” She brings her hand up to wrap her fingers around your wrist as she leans into your touch. 
“God, they should be sculpting you out of marble like that. You are the human embodiment of French art, my dear.” The heat from her redened cheek tranfers onto your palm, neither of you needed to say anything. She closes the distance between you and connects her lips to yours.
“You can record, but you gotta send it to me, okay?” She says between kisses while undoing the zipper and button to your shorts. 
“Yeah, for sure.” You help remove your clothing along with whats left of hers. Reaching down for your shorts, you shuffle around in the pockets for your phone and open the camera. You situate the phone to lay on the floor, facing the ceiling until you get SG spread out against the wall again. You nudge your phone with your foot until it’s sitting directly underneath the two of you.
Your hands grip onto her ass cheeks as you sink to your knees once again, taking in the sight of her perfect pussy. The mere thought of tasting her already has you painfully hard, you meant it when you told her you could get off just from eating her out. You free a hand to press record before returning it to her ass, spreading her wide open for your taking. You tease your tongue around her entrance before dipping it into her soaking core. Working up to her clit, you suction your lips around her bundle of nerves, your nose brushing against her core in the process. A string of moans in the shape of your name cry out from her lips. As much as you wanted to continue tasting her, you couldn’t wait to be burried inside, and surely she couldn’t either. You bring yourself to your feet and wrap your arms around her lower belly as your cock rests between her folds. You bury your face into her neck, taking in her scent of vanilla that would soon be masked with sex. 
“You ready?” You whisper into her ear before placing a series of soft kisses right under it. 
“Please…” 
You bring your hips back and line yourself up with her entrance. Sure, she’d enjoyed it rough before, but it’s been so long since you’d had sex with her, it really felt like the first time again. So you decide to take it slow, there was going to be a lot of this tonight, anyway. You nudge into her slowly until your hips are flush with her ass. 
“Fuck, you’re so tight…” You whine into her neck. You definitely weren’t going to last long this time. “Tell me how you want it, baby.” 
“Rough.” That one word would seal her fate. Obviously you won’t be too rough, again you had a whole night of this. She did say every surface, and you’d make sure to live up to that promise. 
You release your hold on SG to grab her hands and hold them behind her back, using them as balance support for yourself. You bring your hips all the way back until your tip is barely at her entrance before slamming your cock deep inside. 
“Mmm, Jakey…” 
“Yeah? D’ya like that?”
“Uh-huh. Keep doing that.” Her voice already sounds so weak, so fucked out, but you continue slamming your hips into her until she grows tighter around your throbbing length. 
“Hold on, wanna see your face.” You bring your hips back once more, this time removing yourself entirely which earns a groan from her. “I know, baby. I just need to kiss you.” You turn her around to face you. Her hair’s already knotted up, cheeks red, eyes heavy. Your cock hungry girl was being fed maybe too much already.
You press your chest into her until her back is against the wall and hike her leg up over your hip. She wraps her arms around your neck as you run the tip of your cock through her velvety folds. As you kiss her, you slide back inside, this time making love to her tenderly. One arm hooked under her leg, the other rests across the small of her back. You roll your hips to perfectly hit her favorite spot, coincidentally rubbing against her clit too. She moans into your mouth as she clenched around your length again. This time you find yourself right there as well, you can’t deny either of yourselves the pleasure of release any longer. 
“Cum for me, princess.” If it weren’t for how good she feels, you’d have cringed at the nickname. She didn’t seem to mind it at all though considering you felt her grow tighter when the name left your lips.
“Call me that again?” She whispered. 
“Princess?” 
“Mhm, I like that.” Like that she did, evident from the way her head fell back into the wall as her body quivered underneath yours. You, too, feel the effects of the moment as you coat her walls with your hot release. You remove yourself from her pussy, bending over to stop the recording and prop your phone against the wall. You grab her down onto the floor with you, laying her head on your chest for her comfort. 
“When you’re ready,” You kiss her forehead, “Just go ahead. It’s up to you to record.” You gesture towards the phone. She rests for a few minutes before straddling your hips. The sensation of her center against you has you instantly hard once again. Your cock sits between her folds as she rocks her hips a few times before reaching over to start recording again. She’s quick to go back to teasing your cock against her clit, rocking until she’s close to finishing again. She lifts her hips up and sinks down on your length until she’s fully seated. 
“Are you okay if I try something different?” She asks with those eyes again. You’re sure she’ll be the death of you, and as long as it’s her, a beautiful death it will be. 
“Of course, princess, anything you want.” She clenches at the nickname again before lifting herself off of your length. SG looks back to check the angle in the camera. Does she like watching herself too…? 
“Strings, move… this way.” She helps adjust your body for the angle she wants to record, her ass perfectly on display. SG wraps her fist around your length again and rubs it through her slick, but she doesn’t push you into her pussy. Instead you feel something new, you watch her face as she slowly pushes you into her ass. She gasps and it sounds almost painful, but she slowly pushes herself down until you’re fully inside of her. She sits up with her breasts on full display, you reach up and trace your fingers down her sternum. 
“Mmm, fuck. Where’d you learn this?” The new sensation is driving you mad. You’d never done this before, her ass is so much tighter than her pussy. A feeling you didn’t know was possible. 
“I was…watching…a movie…” She’s hesitant with her admittance. “Wanted to see if it felt good.” 
“Verdict says?” 
“It feels so good. You’re so big.” She slowly brings her hips up and hisses at the feeling as she slides back down. “I-I played with myself a little to make sure it felt okay. I wanted to surprise you. This is… much different from my fingers.” Fuck, had she thought about you while she played with herself? Just how you thought of her? 
“Y/n… I’m so fucking close…” You pull her into your chest and hold her close, slowly moving your hips up and down, extra careful not to hurt her. “This okay? Or do you wanna do it?” 
“Feels so good, Strings.” Her lips press against the heated skin of your chest, working up to your shoulder. She starts whining and writhing as you feel her slick drip onto your stomach. You let a grunt escape your body as your hips begin to stutter, pulling her down entirely on your leaking cock. SG bites the junction of muscle where your neck and shoulder meet as her whines grow louder. Neither of you took into consideration exactly how loud you both were until you heard a knock at the door. You tap her side and she lifts her weak hips up, again letting a relatively loud whine escape her lips at the feeling of being empty. 
“Coming!” You yell as you sift through the mess of clothes to put your shorts on before making your way to answer the door. You open it and see a worker standing on the other side. 
“We’ve gotten three calls within the last hour about the noise. Keep it down in here or we’ll have to ask you to leave.” The worker’s voice was stern and low, he definitely meant business. 
“Yeah, I’m so sorry. Won’t happen again, promise.” You knew that was a lie, there was still so much to happen tonight, but you’d try your best to keep her quiet. The worker walks away and you turn on your heels, shutting the door behind you. SG is sitting on the floor and points to your phone which is still recording. 
“Did you get that?!” You laugh and cover your face with your hands, completely embarrassed. “Turn that off, Space Girl!” She reaches over and stops the video. You puff your chest out and walk over to her all stocky-like just as the worker had appeared. “Keep it down in here!” You said in a thick and deep southern accent, earning a giggle from SG. 
“You’re stupid.” She playfully swats your leg. You reach your hand out for SG to pull herself to her feet. Once she’s standing you grab her in a hug, pulling her into your chest. She wraps her arms around your torso and melts into your touch. 
“Do you wanna get a shower?” You ask between kisses on her forehead. 
“Mhm, shower sounds good. Gonna fuck me there, too?” 
“Anywhere you want, Y/n.” You’d never gone more than twice in one day, and even then to have sex twice was rare. You’re worried about hurting her especially since it’s been so long. Gladly, you’d give it to her all day, non-stop if you could both handle it, but thinking with the right head you knew eventually it would hurt. You slide your shorts down your legs as Y/n pads off into the bathroom after gathering her toiletries. You follow suit grabbing yours and meeting her in there. She’s standing infront of the vanity, pulling each item out of her bag and resting it on the sink. 
“Jakey, I forgot to pack body wash.” She frowns and looks up at you in the reflection. You stand behind her and wrap your arm around her belly, resting your chin on her shoulder. 
“That’s okay, you can use mine. I mean, as long as you’re okay smelling like me.” 
“I’m okay with that, you always smell good.” She holds your arm against her as you try to pull away to start the shower. You manage to wiggle loose and get the shower going at a good temperature before returning to the position you were in prior. “Excuse me, sir. Didn’t you say you’d make me watch?” 
If herself alone wasn’t making you hard enough, the nickname she’d let slip surely finished the job. 
“Hm, I believe I did.” Your length is growing yet again, resting between her thighs as she dances her fingers up your forearm. 
“So, make me.” She nudges her hips back until your tip teases her clit. You fist her hair, wrapping her locks around your hand as you pull her face up to watch. You make eye contact with her and even through the mirror she gives you those puppy eyes again. Clearly she knows she’ll get her way when she does that and you wouldn’t deny her or yourself the pleasure. You slide into her dripping pussy, your free hand snaking up her side to grab onto her breast. You roll her nipple between your thumb and index as your other fingers massage the surrounding flesh. You watch as she screws her eyes shut from all the stimulation. The mirror was already growing foggy. 
“Wipe the mirror and look at me.” You demanded and she obliged, reaching her hand up to wipe away the steam. Honestly, you’d dreamt of the day someone, SG, would watch you like this. The only satisfaction you’d recieved in this sense was the few times you watched yourself masturbate in the bathroom mirror on campus, wishing your hand was any part of her. You never allowed yourself to finish, though. That sink was shared with your brother and no amount of Clorox would wash away the shame.
You wished this moment could be painted and displayed in a French gallery. The way her skin glistened in the dim hotel lighting from the thin coating of sweat paired with the way her perfect lips parted as she cried out your name and gasped for air. Everything about her truly was a work of art that deserved to be displayed in every museum across the world for all to see. Except the same part of you that wanted to share her beauty with the world, wanted to keep it for yourself so she never went criticized, as all art unfortunately does. It often felt nobody was deserving of her beauty, not even yourself to which she always so willingly gave herself to. So willingly let you see her true colors painted beautifully across the canvas of her skin. It doesn’t take long before the new angle has her tightening around your length, ultimately causing the faltering of your own hips. For the third time tonight, you both find yourselves spent and weak in one another’s embrace. 
“Y/n, we should get in the shower.” You pull away from her and spin her around to face you. 
“Jacob,” She whines and falls into your chest. She still wants more, evident by her rolling her hips against your thigh for friction. 
“I know, baby, but we gotta get cleaned up.” 
“Wanna stay like this.”
“We can stay like this in there,” You reach behind yourself and open the curtain. “And I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Ugh, fine.” She pouts her lip and climbs over the side of the tub, standing under the water. You grab all the soaps that had falling about the bathroom and get in after her, setting up the bottles on the edge of the tub. You stand under the water with her, letting most of the water hit her to keep her warm. She wraps her arms around your neck and nearly brings your lips together without the satisfaction of touching, taking one from your book. 
“Hi, beautiful boy.” She runs her fingers through your wet hair, tucking the stray strands behind your ears. In any other setting, those words would bring you to tears, but you had to force yourself to hold them back. Did she really think you were beautiful, or was it the heat of the moment? You find yourself high off of her words and the way they left her lips, so gentle and sweet. Words that would be added to the growing collection of memories you’d replay like broken records while she was away. 
You can’t come up with any words, instead opting to close the space and kissing her. Words weren’t needed right now, you’d let your mouths and bodies do all the talking. One of SG’s hands comes down to toy with your length. 
“Space Girl… are you sure? It would be the fourth time and-” 
“D-do you not want to? We don’t- I just-”
“No, no, no. I do. I really do. I don’t want to hurt you, is all.” She’s already pulled away from you and turned her back, letting the water pour over her face. “What’s wrong?” You place your hand on her shoulder and she shudders under your touch. Did you really fuck up this time? 
“Nothing.” Her voice is shaky, and it’s painfully clear she’s lying to you again. 
“If nothing’s wrong then come over here.” You reach your arms out, letting her know you wanted her in your space. She remains facing the faucet, unwilling to even look in your direction. You watch as her body jolts from a sudden deep breath that’s quickly followed by a sob she tried muffling with the water hitting the floor. You know her all too well, she’d never admit something was wrong. It didn’t matter the setting, if she were angry or upset with you, she’d have stormed off. Instead she’s shying away with her back towards you, thinking you can’t hear and see her emotions. You don’t pester her to talk about it, she’ll talk when she’s ready and that was okay. Really, that’s just how it always was with her. You never needed to press for answers because they’d always come. You reach down and grab her travel size shampoo, twisting the cap open and pouring some into the palm of your hand. Her hair’s nearly three times the length of yours, so you eyeball what feels right in comparison to what you’re used to. You awkwardly screw the cap back on and take the two steps it takes to reach her on the other side of the tub. Y/n hears you behind her, now trying to hide the fact she’d been crying. It was something you wouldn’t point out, it didn’t matter right now. What mattered was getting her cleaned and feeling better, whatever that took.
“Close your eyes, Space Girl.” 
“Huh?” She finally turns to look at you, eyes shooting straight to the soap in your cupped palm. “Strings… I-I can wa-”
“Please, just let me take care of you?” 
“Jake, I’m not a useless child, I’m an adult.” She snapped. Very rarely had she gotten so upset like this, and usually you’d brush it off but this time it hurt. Tonight had been going so well and you can’t help but feel like this is all your fault. You just wanted to make sure she would be okay and like always it backfired. 
“You’re right. Sorry.” You grab her wrist and as careful as you tried being, you’re not entirely sure it wasn’t a yank. You tipped your palm to pour the soap into her hand before rinsing the residue off your skin. Just as your fingers curl around the shower curtain, you feel hers around your bicep. 
“I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry. Please stay?” Even turned away you could invision the look on her face based on the sound of her voice. 
“You sure? If you need some space, I get it. I don’t mind waiting for you to finish up.” You let go of the shower curtain and turn to face her again. 
“I want you here. I want to be here with you.” She grabs your wrist and pours the soap back into your palm. “Want you to take care of me.” 
“Okay, Y/n.” You gently work the shampoo into her hair, scrubbing her scalp with your fingers before ushering her under the water to rinse. 
“Can I wash your hair?” She asks as she rubs water from her eyes. 
“Yeah, of course.” Typically you hated when someone touched your hair, it always hurt, but she was the only exception. She reaches for your shampoo and pours some into her hand before lathering up your scalp. She takes her time gently massaging your head, nearly put you to sleep.
As much as you love the domestication taking place, you almost hate it. Hate knowing she’ll never feel the same way. Hate knowing the love she has for you will always be platonic, whereas yours runs deeper than the ocean. You love her with every ounce of your being, everything you do being strictly for her. Even if your dream would never become a reality, you’d take what you could get. If that meant being a pawn in her twisted game, then so be it, because at least then you’d be something for her. 
The rest of the shower is spent simply taking care of one another, all entirely innocent. No suggestive touching or comments, no kissing, nothing. You assume the night has come to an end, which is fine. She’d pulled lots of new tricks out of the book tonight, you were content either way. She stands at the vanity in her towel as you sit on the lid of the toilet in yours, watching as she applies various kinds of serums and creams. 
“What’s all that for, anyways?” You ask, waving your finger to direct at her products. 
“To keep my skin from being gross, Jacob.” She sighs and rolls her eyes.
“Okay, sheesh… Attitudey Judy.” She doesn’t respond, just lets her shoulders fall making you feel tremendous guilt. “I was just kidding, Y/n.” 
“I know, I’m sorry. I just- I don’t know.” 
“C’mon, y’know you can talk to me.” 
“I just feel bad, I guess.”
“What? For what? C’mere.” You open your arms as an invite for her to sit on your lap, to which she does. She opts to straddle your hips, letting you rest your palms against her lower back for support. 
“I feel like I keep ruining it when we do this.” 
“Huh? What are you talking about?!” She sounds crazy. 
“Like last time, I don’t know. How I just couldn’t do it after Jo-”
“Don’t- I remember.” You hate to admit getting caught definitely turned you on, but you felt ashamed because she was entirely turned off by the situation. 
“Well, I felt bad that we didn’t finish, I just wanted you to feel good. So, I thought this would make up for it and I just messed it up again.” 
“SG, I meant what I said about wanting to continue. I just wanted to make sure you were gonna be okay first.” 
“Do you still want to?” Her cheeks become the cutest shade of pink, her fingers dancing along the edge of the towel tied around your waist. 
“I always want to, but all that matters to me is being with you. I don’t care in what sense, you know that.” 
“So, can we? But the normal way? In the bed when you’re gentle?” 
“I’d love to.” Nice, gentle missionary would always be your favorite. Sure, everything else was fun, but you truly felt nothing compared. Y/n crawls off your lap and runs toward the bed, laying out on full display. You exit the bathroom to your girl spread out for your taking. Wasting no time, you fall to your stomach between her legs, immediately dragging your tongue through her folds. She’s still soaked despite having just got out the shower, and god does she taste heavenly. You suction your lips around her clit and tease two fingers against her entrance. 
“Strings, please.” 
“S’feel good?” You hum against her bud, taking pride in how easily she comes undone under your touch. You slide your fingers in and press against your favorite spot, working at her until she’s nearing her release. As she clenches around your fingers and audible panting is coming from her mouth, you pull away, denying her of any pleasure. 
“Why do you always do thaaaat?” She whines. 
“Do you not like it? I can stop, I just thought-”
“No, I do like it. I just also like when you make me cum.” 
“Oh, I will. Don’t worry.” You bring yourself to a kneeling position between her legs. Naturally, she wraps them around your hips as you fist at your length, collecting her slick on your tip. You guide yourself to her entrance and slowly push in, sure to take your time. She reaches her arms around your torso and pulls you down so she can kiss you. You bring one of your hands to cup her cheek, peppering kisses along her jawline until you reach her throat. She’s starting to get loud again, each thrust drawing a louder moan than the last. You glide your hand from her cheek to her mouth to keep her quiet, trying to avoid getting kicked out of the hotel room. It feels like she got wetter, something you didn’t know was possible. 
“Shh, princess. Don’t wanna get kicked out.” She tightens again at the nickname, bringing her tongue out to lick your palm in attempts to get you to move your hand. Instead you tighten your grip and she brings her hand up to yours. 
“You gonna keep quiet?” 
Y/n nods and you remove your hand from over her mouth, she grabs it with her own and situates you against her neck. 
“Can you choke me?” 
You press your fingers lightly into the sides of her neck, allowing the weight of your hand to rest against her throat. Your hips pick up pace as she lifts her legs higher, allowing you to fuck into her deeper and harder. 
“Jake… fuck!” She’s getting loud again, you bring your other hand up to muffle her moans. Her walls tighten and pull you in deeper as she cums around your cock, her whines still audible through your hand. SG digs her nails into your back as you push yourself deeper than before, filling her with your release. You’re moaning against her chest, sucking on the skin, leaving behind a trail of bright pink marks sure to bruise tomorrow. 
Once you both come down, you push yourself off the bed to clean her up, running to the bathroom to grab a rag in order to do so. Afterwards, you start shuffling through her bag to find clothes. 
“Wait- can we sleep like this tonight?” She props herself up on her elbows, hair messed up yet again. 
“Sure, but can I at least fix your hair for you?” She agrees and you return with her hairbrush and a hairtie. You gently detangle her hair and give her a braid before tossing the brush onto the nightstand. You lay back on the pillows and SG curls up into your side. You opt to turn and face her, allowing her to snuggle into your chest. Her eyes are closed, presumably asleep. After placing a kiss to her temple you decide to try and get sleep, too. 6am was approaching violently quick, and you both needed to rest up before then. You hear her shift closer and hum her favorite part to Mountain Of The Sun into the heated skin of your chest. The line you wrote just for her, I’ll make you mine, you’re my sunshine. Your eyes remain closed, basking in her presence until you hear it. 
“I love you, Jacob. I really do.” She whispers so low into your chest followed by a kiss to your sternum. You were glad you hadn’t fallen asleep right away as you usually did. Hearing those three words from her lips feels surreal. She’s never said that to you, and even now her saying it wasn’t meant for you to hear. All you wish is that you could say it back, scream it on the rooftop for everyone to hear. You wish she could do the same. But you have to act like it never happened, so you lay there pretending until eventually the butterflies die down and you fall asleep. 
Her POV
You haven’t fallen asleep at all. He gave you so much yet you still wanted more. Craving him was the only way to put it. You craved his lips on your skin after depriving yourself of his addictive touch for so long. You don’t toss and turn for the simple fact you’re wrapped up in Jake’s arms. The last thing you wanted was to wake him up. With him asleep, you had hours with your own thoughts. How long were you going to ignore your dad? Would you ever tell Jake you loved him when he could actually hear? Were your feelings developing into something beyond friendship? The questions eat away at you for hours on end. You can’t even worry about what France would entail. Who your host family would be, if you’d like the food, if you’d make friends. None of that mattered. All you could think of was Jake. Jake, Jake, Jake. The feeling of your dad being right washes over you. You were leading Jake on. Using him. Hurting him. For months you’d been going out with other guys and using Jake as your rebound. And for months he’d not been seen with another woman. Maybe Brooke was right… As long as you were around, Jake wouldn’t have a chance with someone else. You clung to his side like a parasite, of course unless you were mad at him. But even then you found yourself still occupying his bubble. If it truly was an issue, surely he’d say something himself, right? Jake’s said many times how he likes this agreement, but you can’t help but think it’s because it’s the only way he’ll get to be with you. You think back to the night before Thanksgiving when he drove two hours to visit you in Grand Rapids. How even then when you’d pushed him away, stopped all over his heart, he still fought for your friendship. The way his voice sounded when he said the way you felt about him wasn’t the same as he felt for you echoes in your mind more often than not. Same with how he said he never would have slept with you if you didn’t suggest it. You know now he meant he never would have asked in fear of ruining your friendship, but you still have your doubts, maybe he had a tinge of regret that lingered each time you laid down together. You try to push it all away, none of it matters. What does matter is being in his arms right now. You didn’t need to figure out your feelings yet, you’d have the duration of France to do so. 
Jake readjusts his body to lay on his back, snapping you out of your thoughts as he pulls you closer to his side. You let out a small sigh and nuzzle into his side against where his shoulder and armpit meet. He kisses your forehead and you respond by kissing the corner of his lip, you can feel his grin under your lips. What feels like an eternity passes as you listen to him sleep, his breathing paired with the cadence of his beating heart. Time passing spent trying to make sense of the words he mumbled between light snoring. You couldn’t put together any of the pieces, but you listened anyway for the simple fact of hearing his voice. At some point you’d fallen asleep without noticing, only made known to you when Jake gently shook you to wake you up. 
“Y/n, hey, it’s time to get up.” He whispered, lips dangerously close to your skin. 
“Uh-uhhh,” You groan, half asleep. 
“Space Girl,” 
“Five more minutes?” Your voice trails off as you hitch your leg over his hip, pulling him closer to you. 
“Five, but that’s it. Gotta get breakfast, and clothes on. Not in that order.” 
“Fine.” You inch closer until you feel his cock against your center. You know what you’re going for, only hoping he’ll catch on. He lets out the tiniest moan before bucking his hips against you. You open your eyes to find his screwed shut, cheeks and neck bright pink. “Jakey…” You whine against his neck before sucking a trail of marks up his throat. 
“Fuck… you are…” 
“Yes?” 
“N-nothing,” He clears his throat before continuing. “Get your five in.” 
“Okay.” 
You roll over and scoot your butt against his groin, the one thing that always made him hard during movie nights. 
“Y/n, play fair.” 
“I am.” 
“It’s not fair. I want to fuck you so, sooo bad.” He takes a deep breath and releases the stream of air against the back of your neck. 
“It is fair, because you can.” 
“Oh, can I?” 
“I mean, if you wanted to.” You nudge back again, separating your thighs enough for his hard length to slip between them and rub against your aching core. Jake moves his hips back and uses his arm to hold your leg up, lining himself up before pushing into you. You were definitely feeling the effects of several rounds last night, but god did he feel so good. 
“Mmm, Jake.. Jaaake.” 
“You okay, baby?” His voice was so low and gravelly, so fuckable. But again, that was just him. He, unfortunately for you, dripped sex constantly. 
“So good. Like when you fill me up.” You started to move your hips back, working with his movements to make his thrusts go deeper. He lets your leg down and pushes into you as deep as he can go, wrapping his hand around your belly to lay you flat on the bed. Jake slides his hand from underneath of you, placing both of his hands on your ass cheeks and grasping at the supple skin firmly. He lets go to grab your hands, pinning your wrists behind your back and holding them down with one hand. 
“Feel good?” He’s already out of breath.
“You always feel good.” You lift your hips up a little, allowing Jake to fill you entirely. His free hand finds comfort in rubbing wide circles over the expanse of your bare ass, occasionally giving you a little smack before soothing it. You feel him move his hand down and rub against where your pussy had gripped his cock, gathering your slick on his thumb. He brings his thumb to tease tight circles over your back entrance. 
“Is that okay?” 
“Yes, oh my god, yes.” The sensation is out of this world, only topped by him slowly nudging his thumb inside of you. A lewd sound of him spitting leaves his mouth. You feel his thumb glide into you easier, bringing you to the edge much faster than you’d like. “Phone.” 
“Huh?” He stops his movement, leaving every body part where it was. 
“Record this.” You mumbled into the sheets. Jake releases his grip on your wrists and rummages through the mess of blankets before he finds his phone. You listen to him unlock his phone followed by the little sound the camera makes when you press record. His hips remain still as he works his thumb in and out of your back entrance. 
“Touch yourself, princess. Wanna make you cum.” God, that fucking nickname. Something about it drives you insane in all the best ways. Unable to tell if it’s the name itself or the way Jake says it, when it leaves his lips you find yourself clenching around his thick cock. Without second thought, you reach your hand down and rub your fingers between your folds. You drag them down to toy with his length that’s burried deep inside before bringing them back up to your throbbing clit, rubbing fast, tight circles over your bundle of nerves. As you grow more and more wet, Jake’s hips begin snapping into you. The sounds filling the room are so nasty, sinful, entirely against everything holy. His panting paired with the squelching of him pounding into you was sure to get you kicked out of this hotel. A loud groan and one more deep thrust and Jake drops the phone by your head and hunches over your back, removing his thumb from your ass. He brings his hand around your hips and nudges your hand away from your clit, replacing your fingers with his. You feel his cum filling you to the brim as he continues to fuck into you, toying your clit until he makes you cum. He removes himself from your pussy and flips you around on your back. Jake reaches next to you to grab his phone and check the time. 
“Fuck, 6:30. Think there’s time for me to taste you one last time?”
“I don’t care if there’s no time. Please, please eat me out.” By far the part you’d miss the most is his beautiful mouth. From the compliments they paid, to the jokes they told and the way they knew your body better than yourself. Your favorite pair of lips would be greatly missed. Jake lays on his stomach and brings your legs over his shoulders. He drags his tongue between your folds, teasing your entrance before swirling his tongue inside of you. Jake brings his tongue to your clit and fills you with his fingers, curling them perfectly as his tongue works your bud. He replaces his tongue with the pad of his thumb, lining his body up with yours to kiss you. Tasting yourself on his tongue never got old. You moaned into his mouth as you came on his fingers, your tongues exploring one another as if it were the first time. In a matter of seconds you found yourself falling completely apart, digging your nails into his back. His poor, poor back. It was sure to look like he’d been mauled by a wild animal having undergone several attacks by you. 
“I could stay like this all day,” Another deep kiss. “But your flight leaves soon, Space Girl.” 
“Ugh… I know, just sooo tired.” 
“You can sleep on the way, gotta get ready though.” He pulls away from you and you watch as he licks yourself off of his fingers. Did you really have to leave? 
Jake gathers all of your items while you get dressed, placing both of your bags by the door, easy to grab as you leave. 
“I put my body wash in your bag. Just uh- y’know, until you get your own once you’re settled in France.” 
“You’re so sweet, thank you, Strings.” You felt too bad telling him you hadn’t actually forgotten your body wash. You just wanted to take his scent with you, the scent which had been long fucked off of your skin. 
Jake walks you through the airport, helping you lug all of your bags to be checked in. You insisted you carry some, but he protested, making all of them his problem. Once your bags are checked in, he drags you through the airport to find breakfast. 
“Strings, pick somewhere close… My body hurts.” You’d been hobbling around the airport like a newborn fawn still learning to use it’s legs. Perhaps five times in ten hours was too much, but you surely hadn’t regret any of it.
“Sorry, Space Girl. How about here?” He points up to the obnoxious orange Dunkin’ Donuts sign directly above you. They weren’t your favorite, but the line was short and it was close to your terminal. To be honest, you couldn’t fathom eating. The nerves that you’d been storing away had caught up to you and it was only getting worse the closer your departure time came. 
“Eh, I’m not-”
“Y/n.” Jake’s voice was stern, this was a never ending battle, and one you never won at that. 
“I’m nervous, Jake. I can’t eat.” 
“Did you eat last night? Before I picked you up?” 
You were silent. You knew you hadn’t eaten, when your mom had made your favorite meal you lied and said Jake was taking you out. And in knowing the truth, you still chose to lie. 
“Yes, my mom made that spaghetti I like with the garlic bread.” 
“Wanna try again? Because your lips still tasted like coffee when you kissed me. I know you didn’t drink coffee with spaghetti.” 
“I can’t eat, Jacob.” 
“Can’t or won’t, Y/n?” 
He was right. You hated how well he knew you, hated how he sees right through you. 
“Fine, I’ll eat.” It was only for him. For the sake of easing his mind about your hungry body, a thought you were positive plagued his mind whenever he wasn’t there to feed you. You could feed yourself, but you wouldn’t. 
“Blueberry muffin and iced coffee?” He asks. 
“Yes, please.” You knew his order too, blueberry muffin and a large hot coffee, black. He always drinks it black and always hot, no matter the temperature outside. You alternated between hot and cold, cream or black. But his order always stayed the same. He orders breakfast and you guys wait in silence until the order number is called. 
“Here’s yours.” He hands you the iced coffee and pulls a muffin out of the bag. 
“Thank you.” You speak quietly, nearing a whisper. You’re not mad at him but more so embarrassed that he had to take care of you more often than not. If it weren’t for him, you honestly weren’t sure you’d have ever started eating breakfast or lunch. The two of you sit on the floor of the waiting lounge, same as you sat under the stairwell. He’s oddly quiet for someone who always starts the conversation first and keeps it going. 
“So,” You wash down your mouthful of muffin with some coffee before continuing. “I was thinking when I come home, we could go to the lake?” Jake looks up from the ground and for the first time this morning he has some hope behind his eyes. 
“That sounds great, I’d really like that, actually.” 
“Good, okay. So it’s a date?” 
“Yeah, a date.” He nods and finishes off his muffin, grabbing the trash and bringing it to the trashcan. He has a little hop to his walk, seems very excited. Happy. When he returns he has a huge smile on his face, one you’d grown to know and love. 
“What’s got you so giddy?” You giggle as he sits back on the floor. 
“Oh, y’know. Just landed a date with THE finest woman on campus. Reservations are booked two months out, but that’s okay.” He shrugs. 
“You make leaving so hard, ya know that?” 
“So don’t leave.”
“You know that’s not an option, but we’ll still call.” You stand up as the lady starts talking over the speaker, directing sections to start filling in the plane. 
“And you’ll call me when you get there?” Jake asks, pulling you into his chest one last time. 
“As soon as I land, Strings.” 
“Okay, perfect.” 
You can’t help but to cry. Two months without him would inevitably feel like hell on Earth. Jake pulls back to look at you, bringing the back of his hand toward your face to wipe the tears. “Hey, don’t cry, Space Girl, it’ll be okay. How does Crystal Lake sound when you come home? I’ll take you to the lighthouse?” He rests his palm against your cheek and rubs his thumb over the highest point. 
“That sounds wonderful.” You wish you could stay right here a while longer, but it’s your turn to board the flight. 
“Good bye, my beautiful girl. I’m already counting down the seconds until you’re home.” Jake kisses you one last time. You can taste remnants of yourself on his tongue as he swipes it across your bottom lip. You pull away before the scene becomes borderline pornographic. 
“Bye, Jakey. I lo- will see you so soon.” So close. So fucking close. One day you’ll tell him, but until then you carry his lingering touch with you to France. 
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thvhoe · 1 year
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Welcome Home Daddy - JJK
"When your husband leaves for a year in the military, the best thing about his return is the sex."
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"We have a lot of fucking to catch up on,"
Warnings: breeding kink, hickeys, hard Dom Jungkook, soft sub Reader, blowjobs, handjob
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"Why is daddy leaving us?" Haeun sobbed, burying her face in your sweater. You look over at your husband of four years, Jungkook, his face filled with sadness just like yours, "daddy will come back before you know it," you say, taking your daughter's face in your hands and smiling at her, trying to keep your own tears from falling.
She was too young to realize that her father, like every other man in South Korea, had to enlist in their twenties. Jungkook had planned to join two years ago, but your unexpected pregnancy prevented him from doing so.
Looking over at you, Jungkook smiles, drops his bag, and walks over to the two of you, petting his daughter's head and kissing your cheek one last time. "I'll be back before you two know it," he said quietly.
12 months later...
Haeun was now four years old, a true lady, well-mannered and surprisingly easy to handle. "When is daddy coming?" She jumped into your arms and looked at you with her big doe-like eyes—she'd gotten them from her father, for sure.
Smiling you take a quick glance at the clock in your living room. "He should be here any minute-"
"Daddy's home!"
Looking behind you, you spot Jungkook—still dressed in his military uniform—standing at the doorway. He looked good.
Rising to your feet, tears well up in your eyes as you allow your daughter to hug him first, walking just a few steps behind her. "My princess! look how grown up you are!" Jungkook spoke looking down at his daughter, his gaze drifting to your face when he heard you fake-cough to get his attention. "Did you forget about me?" You teasingly cross your arms and turn away from him. Your husband, on the other hand, was faster, hugging you tightly from behind and kissing your cheek several times before moving to your neck. "Of course I missed you," he mumbled.
"I know," you whisper.
After eating dinner together for the first time in a year, the two of you put your daughter to bed and went to your shared bedroom, finally having some time for yourselves.
"I'm in desperate need of a nice shower," Jungkook mumbled as he slowly began to remove his clothes, revealing his now naked chest. You had a feeling he'd be more buff than when he left, but you couldn't put a picture to it until now.
"Yeah.." You mumble, sitting on the bed and smiling up at him. "I'm sure the showers there were disgusting," you joke, but to your surprise, Jungkook looks at you sternly, "You have no idea how fucking weird it feels to shower next to naked men and have no privacy for a whole year," he complained, laughing.
Shaking your head, you stand up and walk over to his almost naked form, his boxer shorts the only thing covering his manhood. You hug him even tighter than earlier this evening, kissing his chest and resting your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his natural scent. "I missed you so much," you say quietly, not wanting to cry again but knowing you were about to.
Jungkook lifts you up with his big hands on your behind, making you look at him before kissing you deeply. "We have a lot of fucking to catch up on," he winks before placing you on the counter in your shared bathroom, guiding his hands under your t-shirt. You let him do, you wanted—needed—this as much as he did.
"I jerked off in the toilets every damn day because I couldn't stop thinking about the last night we spent together before I left," he growls, his pent-up rage visible. Jungkook had always been the dominant partner in the relationship, which you didn't mind at all. He was not only the best boyfriend to ever walk the earth's surface, but he was also a beast in bed. And he was about to show you once more who you belonged to.
You laugh at his remark, burying your face in his chest as he yanks your shirt off. "It's not fucking funny, babe! Try busting a nut in a 1 m² dixie ". He encircles you with his two hands on each side of you, after yanking down your pants. "I couldn't stop thinking about you either," you admit, playing with his hair in the meantime. His hips buck into you, hitting your clit just right with his already hard cock.
Once he hears you moan, he starts kissing your neck, leaving love bites all over it, smiling to himself. He loved you so much that being apart from you was almost painful for him. You, his high school sweetheart, someone he'd been with since he was 17, you had never stayed apart for more than two weeks.
"Safe word," he exhales, before locking his gaze on you, his tone solemn. You snicker and pull him in for a kiss as you say "Kelly Clarkson."
He doesn't think twice about dragging you into the shower, rubbing circles on your swollen clit before stopping to turn on the water. It takes a minute or two for the water to warm up, but once it does, he yanks you towards it and watches your smaller body being engulfed by the water. "Fucking gorgeous," he breathes out, brushing his jet black and long hair back before fucking into his hand as he watches you clean yourself. "Come here," you whine, pressing your boobs together and getting on your knees.
"Fuck," your husband curses, seeing you this vulnerable, this submissive just for him. "Such a good girl," tracing his mushroom head on your lips, he comments. "Did you touch yourself while I was gone?"
You nod, "a few times, yeah."
"Did you manage to orgasm?" he growls, this time guiding his cock into your mouth. Your head shakes.
"No one can touch you the way I can, huh? Not even you?"
"Not even me," you agree, licking his tip before bobbing your head up and down, your eyes glistening with lust. Jungkook throws his head back, his hand resting behind your head as he guides you to his liking. "Best head ever," he growls, sighing and slightly moaning.
"Won't last long." And with one swift motion, he has you back on your feet. His eyes are filled with desire, desire for his wife, desire for you. "I want to fuck another baby in you," he says, pushing you against the wall. Legs open, ass out. "Take it good, yeah?"
"Please Jungkook"
Jungkook's proximity, his hands on your body, his kisses all over you were exactly what you needed right now. "Fuck you've gotten even tighter," he grunts, his hands finding your breasts and gently squeezing them. "Fuck yourself on me," once he's fully in you, the head of his big cock gently brushes against your cervix as it always does. You do as he says, beginning to rock your behind back and forth, but you can only do so much before Jungkook starts meeting your thrusts.
His moans become louder, as do yours, and before you know it, his hand finds your clit, rubbing nice figure eights against it until you cum all over his cock.
"I won't fucking last long," he swears, his face now mere inches from yours as he rams into your heat.
"Fuck fuck fuuuuck," he yells, before releasing inside. "Squeeze it out of me," Jungkook groans as he presses your hips against his. Jungkook doesn't hesitate to turn you around and hold you for dear life with his strong arms. "Welcome home, hubby," you say as you kiss his cheek.
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eashmo · 5 months
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-The terror... the fear...the thrills... of halloween night - 18+
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Warnings: Smut, knife play, blood kink (tasting), Teratophilia (i guess), small fluff.
A/N:  happy halloween ya filthy animals.
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“Baby girl” he sighs
“Don't baby girl me Billy, we were supposed to have a halloween date tonight, remember?”
“I remembered”
“Then why are you going to Tina’s Halloween party? And did not want to invite me, is it because you don't wanna be seen with me?”
“Of course I want to be seen with you!” he shouted. Causing everyone in the hallway. To look at us. “it's because i know you don't do parties, and i have to show up to overthrow Harrington at being keg king”
“Not everything with him has to be a competition, you know” I scoffed. 
“You don't understand, y/n”
“No i don't, have a nice halloween Hargrove” was the last thing i told him as i left him in the empty hallways. 
(that night)
me and Billy have been fighting a lot more recently, usually about my best friend Steve. I really didn't know what Billy was trying to prove when it came to Steve, that's why i was alone in my house on my most favorite holiday, we were supposed to be having a quite spooky movie night no parents, no siblings and pig out on candy but no he had to go to that stupid party to prove his so called dominance within the school system, i would have gone to the party with him if he asked but with his attitude lately i didn't want to deal with him or drunk people. I'm not going to let my boyfriend ruin my holiday. 
“Fuck it” i popped in my favorite movie Halloween. I had always been intrigued by masked killers ever since i was little, of course my friends thought i was weird because of it but whenever. It was quite thrilling, actually to be dominaned by a masked man. 
I was in the kitchen making some popcorn when I felt like someone was watching me. Peering through the kitchen window, I saw a shadow figure near the bushes, thinking it was just the neighborhood kids trick or treating. I ignored it. I moved to my living room and thought I saw another shadow near my back sliding door window, scoffing thinking I was getting parodied for it being halloween i ignored it again, laying back on the couch i watched the climax of the movie play out. I was so distracted by the killing scene that was playing out on the screen that I immediately jumped when the doorbell rang. I grabbed the candy bowl and opened the door to find no one there.
“Damn kids playing ding dong ditch again” I shook my head as I closed the front door. I didn’t notice the large figure creeping through the living room. As I turned, I was pushed roughly against the door. A large hand was over my mouth, preventing my scream from being heard. The intruder was tall and wore dark blue coveralls and a Michael Myers mask. I instantly felt exposed. I was only wearing a thin white button-down shirt and short booty shorts. He held a kitchen knife, which he used to slowly rip open my shirt. I struggled, fearing for the worse. The intruder didn't say anything as he devoured me with his eyes, I stopped struggling to wait…blue eyes. His hand that covered my mouth went to my neck.
“Billy?”
“Hey baby girl” I knew he was smirking behind the mask. 
“You jerk, you scared me.” I huffed, but then his hand squeezed tightly. Causing me to let out a breathy moan.
He chuckles as he continues to slice my shirt open. He discovered I was braless, I could see his eyes dilate. He suddenly lets go of me.  
“Run” he growled.
 I smirked as I sprinted up the stairs as fast as I could. I could hear the thundering footsteps of him behind me, each step he took turned me on as I raced to my bedroom. I slammed my door closed and locked it as I removed the last bit of clothing I had on. I jumped on the bed as I heard the floor creaking outside of my room. Eventually, I heard the handle trying to turn, Billy gave one solid kick, forcing the door open, he stepped inside of the room, his eyes taking in the sight of me bare on the bed. 
He slowly walked closer to where I lay on the bed. knife tightly gripped in his hand as he approached me. I squeezed my thighs shut as I looked up at the dark eye holes of the mask. He gently ran the back of his knife up my breast to my neck, the sharp tip dragging across my skin before pressing into the front of my neck, a thin trickle of blood falling down my breast. he leaned down, and when i  felt his warm breath on my skin, i realized he pulled his mask up slightly. His tongue ran over my skin gently, and I felt myself shudder with pleasure when he lapped up the crimson liquid.
“B-Billy” I moaned. He slowly went down the curves of my body as his fingers reached my drenched core. He softly ran his fingers over your entrance.
“So wet for me babygirl” his voice husky behind the mask. He pushed a single finger into me, my walls instantly clamped down “only one finger and you're squeezing me so tightly” he curled it as it pushed deep inside of me. I whimpered, wanting more.
“Please”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me, abuse me, cut me, whatever you wish i just need more!” He added a second and third finger. My eyes rolled back as he finger fucked my tight pussy. He lifted the knife and pressed it back down into my skin, he made a deeper cut on my thigh, bending down his mouth and lapping up the blood then was immediately on my clit. The pain and pleasure made me see stars as he scissored his fingers inside of me as he continued to carve little lines on my thighs.
“Billy.. I’m”
“Cum for me” 
I could feel myself release on his fingers seeing white. He pulled the knife back and licked off the rest of my blood that coated the silver. Standing up He then removed his fingers from me and cleaned those off, slowly savoring my release and blood mixed together.
I looked up at him, dazed, and breathed heavily. He fixes the mask and he unzips the coveralls and rolls it at his lower hip, his bare chest sweaty, he pulls out his cock. 
“Do you want me to fuck you with the mask on? or off?”
“on”
“As you wish baby girl” he lines himself up, his tip tensing my slit. I wrapped my legs around his waist using my heels to push him in. He groaned as I squeezed him, and he was barely in. One thrust he roughly bottoms out, he growls as he fills every inch of my pussy. I moaned loudly when he pulled back, arching himself over me he thrust into me roughly. He used the head board as leverage. He began moving himself at a steady pace. He fucked me like He needed to remind me of who i belonged to. I love dominate Billy. faster and harder he moved, I was completely at his mercy, and he knew it.
 “ All mine” he growled in my ear.
“As much i love the masked i want to see my boyfriends face now as he fucks me” he ripped off the mask in one swift movement, his hair stuck on his sweaty face and neck. He looked delicious. He swallowed my moans as they spilled from my throat as he kissed me. His kisses went down to my throat, his teeth clamped down on my skin as his thrusts got sloppier. I gripped onto him and screamed out as I came over him, he was right behind me with his release, he growls out my name as his cum coats the walls of my pussy, right where it belongs. We whispered i love yous as we came down from our highs. He collapsed on top of me. 
“sorry for being a dick lately, and I didn't go too far with the cutting, did i?”
“its ok and no baby, it was actually kinda hot, especially when you licked up the blood” I giggled “ Also, what happened with going to Tina’s party?”
“good to know" he winked but he continued to speak "I realized how lame it was to keep competing with my girlfriend's best friend and I would rather spend my time with that said beautiful horror freak girlfriend because it is our date night after all” he chuckles.
“How did you know I fantasized about Myers?” 
“I heard from Harrington at basketball practice that you sorta have a thing for Michael Myers, so I decided to surprise you”
“It definitely was a good surprise” I grinned.
“Happy halloween, baby girl” 
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agnessharknes · 7 months
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The One With Her Smile
Summary: You have been waiting to please Melissa for almost a week and a half. So you take the first chance you get.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, ✨shhhmut✨, slight begging, praise kink, whining/whimper moans, squirting, oral, fingering, R giving and receiving, switch kinda? But mel is more sub i think. Lmk if i missed any.
A/n: It's been so long since I've written a reader insert. It was so weird to get back into this lol. Hope you enjoy. I was a little surprised this didn't win by a landslide on the poll. It usually does.
Tags: @maximoffcarter, @thefutureisus2020, @tryingmybest233333, @wandanats-goodgirl, @paint-it-periwinkle, @nerdystatesmanbiscuithorse, @inlovewithmiddleagewomen, @dykespice666, @sapphicdbc, @prentiss-theorem, @inlovewithgreta, @lilfartbox1, @scarr0713, @opheliauniverse, @a-queen-and-her-throne, @lisaannwalterlesbian
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You called her, still waiting for her to get home. She’d told you she was leaving a bit ago and you couldn’t wait any longer. 
“Are you close?” you whined. 
“Yes, I’m almost home. Why are you so-”
“Just…hurry up. Please…” 
You had been thinking about her ever since you got home. For some reason, all you wanted was to hear her tonight. It had been a while since you both were home at the same time, and it wasn’t too late. You’d been spending late nights at the firehouse, and she had been working hard with her two classes. Lots of grading, lots of lesson planning, and a few times Janine was over to learn how to cook. You didn’t want to interfere, so you would kiss her on the cheek and stay upstairs for most of the night. 
But tonight, neither of you had anything. Tonight, you were both home by 5 p.m. Tonight, you wanted to make her remember how good you could make her feel. To melt all of the stress away. You refrained for the hour you were home from touching yourself. It was a hard task, but you could be strong. For her, of course. 
“Are you…,” she asked, just before you could hang up. 
“Melissa…”
“I’m turning onto the street.” 
And with that, she hung up. You were giddy. You were so excited. It had been what felt like weeks since you’d been with her. It was at least a week and a half. 
You were sitting on the couch when she burst through the door. Her keys were thrown into the bowl, and you stood, running over to pull her up the stairs. 
“Hold on, hold on, let me- get ready okay?” 
She kissed you before heading into the bathroom. Your chance to undress. You didn’t much care that you were wearing the least sexy pair of undergarments you owned. But at least they were still Victoria Secret. Right? 
When she opened the door, she’d brushed her curls and touched up her makeup. You didn’t realize that she’d worn her lace bra. The one that you could see through just barely, the darker pink of her nipples showing through. She had matching underwear too, and she’d put on a pair of heels. 
“Damn, Mel,” you husked as she walked towards you. The heels made her legs look toned, and her underwear hit so beautifully at the curve of her hips. They weren’t on long; the heels were kicked off as soon as you gently laid her on the bed. 
“Hi.” You smiled as you lay on her to kiss her rosy lips. “You know I love this bra.” 
“I do,” she hummed. “I wore it for you today.” 
“Mmm, I’m glad you did.” 
You kissed her so softly. Her eyes fluttered shut, feeling your breasts press against yours. Her hands fumbled to remove your bra. She did it pretty quickly after orienting herself. The feel of the thin lace between your skin and hers left tingles on your skin. You pulled back to look at her as she lay on the pillows—her red hair like a halo around her face. 
Her green eyes seemed to glow as she looked at yours, and you saw the switch from soft to laser focus as her eyes slivered to look at you. That was your cue. 
“My sweet girl,” you smiled. You liked calling her yours. You liked her being yours. And you were hers. But more importantly, it meant you got to make her feel like she was flying for as long as she would let you. 
You kissed her, your hands cupping her cheeks as she held you on top of her. Your tongue clashed with hers as her nails pressed into your skin. She wanted to lose her mind. She wanted to forget her stressful week. You wanted to help her. And you knew exactly how. 
A small nibble on your lip told you to begin to move down. Your hands wrapped behind her to unhook her bra. She lifted ever so slightly to give you access. But you wouldn’t find your way down there for a bit. You had to hit every spot above the collarbone first. Nipping at her earlobe and sucking on her neck. Your lips pulling the skin.
You smiled against her neck, hearing her breathing begin to grow heavier. Her hands wanted to wander, but she refrained, hugging and grasping at your back. You stayed kissing, nipping, and sucking on her neck and collarbone until she let out the softest whine. She smiled a soft smile before releasing back to her blissed-out state. 
“Are you going to be soft tonight?” you asked. She nodded her head with another smile. Her eyes were shut as your lips wrapped around one of her nipples. The skin was so soft against your lips. You massaged the other breast with your free hand. Your thumb pressing and circling her other nipple. 
Her breathing labored more as you began to suck harder on her. Your hands gently wrapped around her ribs to hold her still. Her fingers wrapped in your hair as she pushed you further into her breasts, loving the feeling. 
She let out another soft and quiet whine, her hands tugging you to move down. You left a trail of wet, sloppy kisses down the center of her breasts all the way down to the top of her pelvic bone. She was anticipating the touch of your fingers, the feel of your lips around her. You wanted to be slow. To be methodic. Because she wanted something soft tonight, she wanted to go slow. And you would do whatever she wanted. Tonight was for her. 
“Are you ready, sweet girl?” 
“Mhmm.” 
Her eyes were shut gently, and you smiled before pressing her legs open. You saw the glisten and the wet spot through her lace underwear that matched her bra. You were so gentle with your finger as it touched the darkened lace. She let out a small gasp, her abs contracting, feeling the touch. 
Your lips kissed and sucked on the skin of her thighs. One of your favorite parts of her body. You pushed her knees up before pulling her underwear down and discarding it to the side of the bed with the rest of your clothes. 
“Oh, look at you,” you hummed. She let out a hum, her brows furrowing, awaiting your lips. 
“Yeah? Are you ready?” She nodded gently as your lips met her center. She huffed, her head pressing back into the pillows as she felt the slightest suction on her clit. 
Her hands were still gently wrapped in your hair, pushing you further between her legs. You liked this view. Her neck in full view, her nipples erect and hard, her breasts pushed close together due to her arms V-ing against her sides as her fingers scratched your scalp. What a sight. 
You started slow, your tongue gentle against her clit. 
“Mmm,” she hummed. You loved her little sounds. Her little whimpers. Sometimes, she was loud. A lot of times, she was loud. Her moans would echo down the halls and ring in your ears. But on nights like this, she whimpered and whined, begging for her release. It was so soft in your ears. You asked a lot of questions on these nights. She was quieter, so it was harder to tell what she wanted. She almost guided you with your hair like reigns. You knew she was close when she started getting out short words. 
“More?” you asked. “What do you want, Mel?” 
“Mhmm.” 
“More?” 
She nodded her head, looking down at you. You smiled, arms wrapping around her legs as they lay over your shoulders. 
Your tongue ran up her slit before swirling around her clit. Her breathing became even more labored, and she released soft sounds from her chest. They were low but quiet. You could feel the vibration of the bed. You could hear the vocal fry as her throat would close up from a choked moan. 
The lewd sound of your lips began to fill the air. Slurps and sucks against her lips and her clit. Her breathing began to shake, and her back began to arch as she whimpered louder. 
“Oh, f-” you heard her whisper. 
“You like that?” 
“Yes, p-please.” 
“You want more?” 
You waited, her nails curling harder into your scalp. 
“Use your words, my love.” 
“Mhmm…mh- y-yes p-please. Oh- ff- ah-” 
“Good girl, that’s a good girl.” 
You slid in a finger, her thighs squeezing against your ears. 
“Fuck,” she whispered. Her chest rose and fell as she began to build. Her cheeks were flushed, and you were growing yourself just from her sounds. 
Your lips attached to her clit again as you began to pump your finger in and out. Her toes curled into the sheets as you pressed another finger in. They rolled and moved against her walls, your suction getting stronger and stronger. The wet sounds that filled the room pushed her further as her whines and whimpers grew louder and faster. 
Her brow tightened as her face scrunched. Her gasps and throaty whines got you as you moved faster and faster. You wanted to see that face. You wanted to see the face she made when you made her come. Her sweet, soft groans as she tries to stay in this soft, calm state. 
“Ah-” she cut herself off. “M-more please…please- I want- oh fuck,” she whined. It was just barely voiced. 
Your tongue circled and swirled against her clit, another finger pressing into her. You curled within her as her whines grew higher in pitch and volume. 
“Good girl, you’re doing so well. That’s it,” you hummed. Praise during these nights did something to her. She loved it. She craved it. She wanted to know that she was doing well and sounded beautiful. That she looked beautiful from your angle. 
“I’m- ah…fuck- please.” 
You went in, sucking harder and stretching her out with your fingers. She let out a giggle before going back to her moans. Her pitch was high, and her throat was dry from the gasps and breaths that she released. There was a glimmer of sweat against her forehead, and you watched as her eyes squeezed tight. You could feel her twitch; she was so close. 
She let out three high whines, the pitch changing each time as her back arched. 
“Mm- fu-uck. Oh-” 
Her fingers gripped your hair, pulling at the strands at the root as she came beneath you. She didn’t mean to, but her juices squirt against your lips. Her body shook as her walls pulsed around your fingers. Her whimpers and whines fill the air. 
“Oh g-od- fuck- mmm-” 
You smiled, seeing her smile, finally getting the release that you’d been building. She was so beautiful when she came; all you wanted to do was kiss her lips. But her hands pressed your face further against her as her hips moved against your tongue. 
Once she came down, she pulled you up and kissed you, tasting her on your lips. Her hands cupped your cheeks.
“Good job, Mel. You sounded so good.” You smiled.
They moved down to grab your breasts as you sat up and began to grind against her thigh. She kept her eyes on yours as you moved against her. The fabric of your underwear created even more friction, and she could feel how wet you were against her. You were drenched from hearing her, and she wanted to taste you. But she’d let you ride her until you were right there. 
She tapped your hip after a second to help you remove your underwear before allowing you back down onto her thigh, her hand now added to the mix. Your clit hit the meat of her hand so perfectly, and you could feel your juices spilling onto her thigh. Your brow furrowed as you moaned her name. 
“I love you,” she smiled. “You look so pretty, so beautiful.” 
You smiled, leaning your hands by her head to hold yourself up. But she wanted to taste you. And she wanted to taste you now. 
Her hands gripped your hips, pulling you up. You faltered, gripping the headboard before fixing yourself above her mouth. Her hands wrapped around your legs. You groaned the moment her lips grabbed into your clit. 
“Fuuck- Mel-” 
She moaned into you as you began to grind against her tongue. It didn’t take long before you were dripping all over her face. You were not quiet tonight. You were loud, you were needy, you were quick and sensitive. And she knew you’d been waiting the whole time you worked on her. So you were ready. You needed it. 
“Please- more- more, please,” you asked, feeling her finger press into your center. 
The sound of her sucking on you and the build you had from her made her job easy. Your legs pressed against the side of her head as you shook above her, your breasts shaking as you trembled above her. 
“I’m gonna c- I’m coming I- FUCK- Mel-” She grinned beneath you, you could feel it from her lips. She moaned with you as she tasted your juices that spilled into her mouth. 
Her eyes watched you as you tried to catch your breath, trying not to put your full body weight onto her face. You wanted to, but you knew you shouldn’t. 
She pulled you back down and pulled you in for a hug, her eyes gazing into yours. Her green eyes almost glowed every time after. And you almost just wanted to stare into them for the rest of the night instead of doing anything else. But she kissed your nose before getting off the bed and walking into the bathroom. She grabbed two washcloths and warmed them up under some hot water. 
She cleaned you up after wiping herself down, knowing that you were more blissed out than she was at this point. You were so sensitive, and even just the warmth of the washcloth made you jump. But you loved it when she did aftercare. It meant that she would slide you under the covers and wrap her arms around you before kissing the back of your neck and holding you so tightly it was as though you would mold together if she held you any tighter. 
“I love you,” she hummed in your ear. 
“I love you too,” you smiled, turning around in her arms. You kissed the bridge of her nose before pulling her in closely. Your breasts pressed against the other’s as your legs tanged within each other. Falling asleep like this was so nice after a hard week—a hard day at work. And lucky for you two, you didn’t have to wake up early the next morning. 
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justice4canyonmoon · 11 months
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I’m begging you for a smut where either Y/N or Harry comes home with something sexy pierced (nipples, tongue, etc) and surprises the other.
soooo uh this request might have been sent in almost two years ago... I'm so sorry! But I've been in a writing type of mood, and we're finally here! thank you @victoria-styles for sending this in, even though it took me ages to answer. I hope it's worth the wait
warnings: smut!!!! 18+ only :) nipple play, piercing kink? handjobs, sub!harry, softdom! reader
wc: 830
Harry has a lot of tattoos. That’s a well known fact. Every time he came home with a new one, you would just smile and shake your head.
“How do you even have space for any more of those, H?”
He would just smirk and say, “Know yeh like ‘em, baby.”
But he had never had a piercing, and he was sort of curious about it. He didn’t want to do something boring though, like his ears, but he didn’t know what to get. 
“Think ‘m gonna get a piercing,” he mentioned to you one day.
“Should pierce your nipples,” you joked.
He laughed, “Yeh know how damn sensitive they are. Don’ think I’d be able to handle it.”
But the more he thought about it, the more he wanted it. He imagined what it would feel like to have your tongue swirl around the cold metal, and the more he imagined it, the more it made Harry desperately need to feel it.
Mitch went with him to the tattoo/piercing parlor that he tended to frequent, and he could only snort in laughter when Harry told him what he was going to do.
“You sure about that, man? Feel like it would feel weird.”
Harry shrugged, “Can’t hurt much more than the tattoos.”
Though he usually came home late, Harry came home even later than you were used to. You were practically asleep on the couch when he came home, but you were startled awake by the sound of the front door opening and his keys jingling in his massive hands. 
“You’re late,” you mumbled sleepily as he scooped you up in his arms.
“Sorry, baby. Was at the parlor.”
You rolled your eyes, “Another tattoo?” “No,” he replied, “the piercing I was tellin yeh about.”
“Show me in the morning. ‘M too sleepy.”
You were asleep in his arms before he even made it to the bed. Harry chuckled softly and pressed an affectionate kiss to your forehead. He got ready for bed, choosing to sleep shirtless so you’d see his little surprise in the morning, before crawling in beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
You woke up to sunlight streaming through your open curtains. You glanced over and saw Harry perched in one of your chairs, sipping tea while texting someone. While his pretty face and gorgeous curls shone in the daylight, you could only focus on one thing.
“You actually got the nipple piercings?”
He turned toward you with a mischievous grin, “You told me to.”
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” you walked over to him, “how much did it hurt?”
“Not too much,” Harry answered honestly, though his eyes were trained on your face, taking in the darkening of your eyes and the way your tongue slowly wet your lips.
“Kind of hot,” you murmured, “mind if I touch?”
He swallowed, nodding as you sat in his lap, placing his tea on the bedside table. Your pinkie finger trailed from his shoulders down to his chest. Very gently, you hooked just the tip of your finger into the small ring and tugged ever so slightly. You were pleased with yourself when you felt him bite back a moan, trapping his bottom lip with his teeth. 
“Why you trying to be quiet on me?” you teased, gently tugging on the other ring, “make all the pretty noises you want.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, “gonna be the death of me.”
Your lips copied the trail your fingers created, until your mouth was right above his left nipple.
“But what a way to go,” you whispered against his skin before giving him what he wanted.
Harry couldn’t help the whimpers escaping his lips even if he wanted to. The feeling of your tongue on the sensitive bud was making his cock spring to life. You tugged on the piercing with your tongue, swirling it around the bud before sucking every so lightly.
“Fuck,” he cursed again, “so good.”
You smiled, dipping your fingers below the waistline of his pajama pants, “Definitely glad I suggested this.”
He swallowed again, nodding as your hand stroked his cock with teasing, feather light touches, “Y-yeah. ‘S nice. So horny.”
You giggled, “Can barely even make words already, sweetheart. I’ve barely even started.”
“It’s too much-” he cut himself off with a moan as your thumb swept over his swollen head before latching onto his other nipple, sucking lightly around the cold metal.
Harry was on the edge before he knew it, but when he opened his mouth to tell you, all that would come out were desperate whines of pleasure. He came hard, gasping your name in broken syllables as ropes of cum coated your hand. You worked him through it, letting his nipple fall out of your mouth as you murmured sweet nothings to him.
“Shit,” he gasped as he came down from his high, “we’re doing that more often.”
You smirked, “Was already planning on it.”
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chaiiskindagross · 1 year
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Ello! Im requesting for the CyBi! Maybe a possessive, soft, or jealous yan? Im very active in taking care of animals and such (I’m a barrel racer and am part of a team so I interact with a lot of people). Im not sure of the character but please someone from demon slayer! Im new to the anime so I don’t know all the characters but I’m mainly into guys. Maybe with a breeding kink? Then surprise me! Im really interested to see what you do with this request
author’s note: hi there! thank you for requesting!! :D demon slayer has to be in my top ten animes! anywho, i’ve paired you with… Giyuu Tomioka! honestly, i love using the shy ones as the secret freaks in bed and i can see him with a breeding kink but he’s also quite protective! and unlike the other entries i’ve done for the other cybis, i’m gonna skip a little in time so the two of you will have been living together for a whiiiile, he’s v v supportive of your career btw
possessive! soft! jealous! yandere! robot! Giyuu Tomioka x barrel racer! fem! reader
summary: after winning a race, you get congratulated by someone that /isn’t/ giyu, and his inferiority complex acts up.
warnings: trunk space position, breeding kink, jealousy, territorial giyu, car sex, voyeurism lowkey, unprotected sex (ofc), fingering, hickies, cumflation, etc, i have no barrel racing or horse knowledge at all but i really wanted to use this as a prompt 😩 im sorry if things aren’t accurate
Just like every race, you felt a jumble of emotions but after doing this for a while you had learned to shake off the nerves and just go for it. You also had quite a supportive team around you, with its newest member being Giyuu, your CyBi partner who’s been with you for about eight months currently. It’s been an adjustment with him around but they were good adjustments, as well as a few weird ones but that didn’t matter right now, you were about to go out there and show the crowd what you were all about. And what were the odds? You were the last contestant for your age group, which meant you had to end it with a bang.
It looked as though your training had paid off, you’d be sure to give your horsey companion treats and lots of attention once you got back to the farmhouse, but for now, you were eager to go and greet the shy man who’d sat in the front row to watch your race. He’d gone to every one of your races and you couldn’t ask for a more supportive partner, even if he was made to support you, you were still happy. And, according to him, CyBi had a free range mode that could be switched on, allowing them to make decisions on their own— which included romance, and he ended up choosing you. It was quite a challenge getting him to warm up to you at first considering how stoic and expressionless he was but eventually, you learned his nonverbal language and his body language. You wouldn’t have him any other way.
As you began to get closer to him, so close you could almost touch him, your vision was completely blocked by a somewhat familiar face. “Hey there! You did a pretty damn good job racing. I’m a lil’ jealous of how in-sync you are with your mustang.” Of course, being the polite person you are, you stopped on your journey to speak with Giyuu who seemed to have, coincidentally been ushered away by the handlers to help put your horse in the trailer so it could be taken back to the stables. Now, you were forced to socialize with another racer, who just so happened to be a guy who was a little older than you, sure, he was handsome, but no one could really compare to Giyuu anymore, to you at least.
Even so, you smiled at him and responded. “I appreciate that, you were great yourself! We were pretty much neck-and-neck on the times. I think you and your appaloosa are a pretty good team too, she’s got a beautiful coat.” You were expecting the conversation to end after that but, alas, he continued on, roping you back into it. “Oh? You think so? Well, I still think her and I are gonna need some more bonding time, but… Hey, I have a great idea! Do you think you could give me some tips over a coffee or something? My treat of course.” He offered, not even trying to hide his flirting at this point.
Leading your horse into the trailer was surprisingly easy for Giyuu, so much to the point that people often watched in awe as he ushered your horse effortlessly into the trailer and shut the door securely, all with a bit of grace. He attracted a lot of wondering eyes, which he hated. And it didn’t help that he refused to wear anything casual. Well, attempted to at least. It was like pulling teeth to get him into the jeans he was currently wearing along with the long sleeve flannel he had on, but not without his split haori which was more like a security blanket than a jacket (according to him.) You’d even tried to get him to wear a cowboy hat, but that never seemed to work with the wild mane of raven hair he had that refused to be tamed, though it was still quite soft to the touch. Today, it was tied back in a low ponytail. To say he was a sight was an understatement, but he often rejected that idea. However, as soon as you gave him a compliment he would burst into a blushing mess.
The task at hand only took him three minutes tops and he waved off the rest of your team as they began the drive back to the farm house, leaving Giyuu to go and find you to properly congratulate you. And so, with the agility of a fox, he began to track you down using his enhanced hearing to zone in on your voice, easily finding you a few yards away. What he didn’t count on was the voice that accompanied yours. A masculine one. This caused the CyBi to squint before picking up his pace to get to you. If there were less people around he would have sprinted but that would have drawn too much attention, he disliked attention, well, except when it came from you.
Even so, as he began to get closer he continued listening into the conversation between you and the man he recognized as one of the other racers. “Ah. Well, there aren’t many tips I could give that would be enough to make up for a coffee. I think the most I can tell you is that creating a training routine and working on trusting each other is the best thing you can do. And always listen to your horse, don’t overwork yourself or her, then everything else will be golden.” You said, rubbing at your chin in thought as you tried to think of some other tips you may have had to give. Really, you were just trying to reject him in a nice way, but, he didn’t get the hint. “I see… Well, uh, how about… oh! Have you thought about getting a training partner? I’d love to-“
“No.”
You knew that voice, and unconsciously you tried to fight back a smile but that didn’t work too well, especially not when you felt his presence beside you. Instantly, you turned and lit up like a light. “Giyuu! Did you see me out there? I didn’t even touch a barrel this time!” It was clear to see how much you admire him, he felt the same. Which… would explain his next mode of actions. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to his chest without warning, pressing his lips against yours. At first, you were stunned but slowly shut your eyes, melting into the kiss and tangling your hands into his hair. The PDA completely threw you off-guard but you seemed to forget the world around you with just one kiss— including the racer who was now staring at the two of you in bewilderment at the ‘cheesy romantic movie scene.’ You didn’t even register the scoff that came from him and the way he basically stomped off after getting cockblocked so smoothly.
Giyuu didn’t let up onto the kiss for a few seconds before slowly pulling away to observe your expression with a hazy look in his eyes. You were a bit— starstruck, from the kiss that literally took your breath away, but you eventually came to, looking at him in obvious shock. You’d kissed before, but you always initiated them. Though, he did give you a couple cheek kisses and forehead peck here and there but never a full-on lip lock like that. What had gotten into him? Unfortunately you wouldn’t have enough time to even fathom the thought with the way he’d suddenly swept you up into his arms bridal style and began carrying you in the direction of the parking lot, shocking you yet again. You laughed it off though. “Giyuu? Uh.. I’m pretty sure I can walk on my own. It’s not like I fell off my horse or anything.” He hummed in acknowledgment of your comment but didn’t move to put you down, instead he kept walking, that same slight haze in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.
With the speed he was walking, it wasn’t surprising when you arrived at your little car, making you groan in appreciation that you’d be getting home to celebrate and rest. Expecting Giyuu to put you down near the driver’s door, you were once again, shocked when he used one hand to open the backseat door, putting you down onto the seat. You opened your mouth to say something, only to be cut off by him speaking to you and looking down at you with a dark look in his irises. “Move over, we’re not going home yet.” Nervously, you chuckled, not understanding what was going on exactly, but you moved nonetheless, maybe he wanted to talk about that guy back there?
“Are you mad about that guy I was talking to earlier? There’s no need to be, I told him nicely that I couldn’t go out for coffee with him.” You said, watching as he climbed into the seat beside you and shut the door afterwards, leaving the two of you to do whatever it was he had in plan. “I heard. You’re too nice. You should have told him you had a boyfriend in the beginning.” He murmured, tugging his haori off to fold it up neatly and drop it into the passenger’s seat. Your eyes never left his body as he moved, and, you couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle of amusement at the way he was acting. “I had no idea you could be so territorial, Giyuu.~ Most times you’re just stoic and emotionless, who knew another guy would get you all frustrated?” You teased, but gasped when he’d suddenly pulled you towards him and buried his face into the crook of your neck, mouthing on and biting your skin, sucking hard enough to leave an excessive amount of marks. The abrupt pull was enough to knock your hat right off, hitting the car floor with a quiet thud that was quickly drowned out by the sound of your moans and light grunts as Giyuu continued his marking. It was hard to keep up with him with the way his hands roamed around your body, touching every part that he could get his grubby little fingers on. Well, they weren’t that little, you’d find that out soon enough.
When he started undoing your pants and tugging at them, his lips still connected to your neck as your fingers tangled up in his hair, you had a moment of clarity. “Hah.. wait, Giyuu, we c-can’t do this here… ‘s people still i-in the parking lot!” After you voiced your concerns, he paused his movements all together for just a moment before speaking up. “You finally caught on?” He questioned lowly, and you shuddered at the brush of his breath on your neck before fully letting his words sink in. While you were still doing so, he fully removed your pants and you yelped in surprise at the slender fingers slipping into your panties, lightly brushing over your folds. “A-are you sure about this, Giyuu?” You questioned, grabbing at his wrist when he started to fondle your clit between his pointer finger and thumb, his touch was light and gentle before he started rolling it back and forth between them like he was rubbing two coins together for good luck. He hummed in an affirmative tone, leaning in to kiss you, effectively distracting you with the movement of his lips and tongue, a finger easing its way into your walls when he felt the slickness of your arousal start to build up. You gasped and moaned into the kiss as he began to prep you, like he’s done before, pulling out more than enough strangled moans that were luckily muffled by his readily available mouth. Each moan, he swallowed, adding a second digit into the mix to start steadily thrusting his fingers in and out of you, starting at a slow speed before gradually increasing in pace. If there was one thing he liked to take his time with it, it was properly prepping you, he did have quite a bit of stamina to go around after all.
You appreciated it, but sometimes, he had the tendency to overdo it. Like now, for instance, what had started off as steady based finger fuck gradually turned into him turning you into a mess of moans as he furiously patted and stroked your g-spot, bringing you to your umpteenth orgasm. You had broken the kiss somewhere along the way, simply trying not to be too loud or too noticeable to whoever may be lingering in the parking lot. So far, majority of the cars were gone but there was still a good number of cars left and people taking their sweet time talking to each other like it was a tailgate. “G-giyuu… please… need you..” You finally managed to say after he’d overstimulated you to the point of being on the brink of tears. And just like that, a switch seemed to have went off in him as he retracted his fingers from between your legs, sucked them clean, and proceeded to move you around like you weighed nothing to him.
“Lay forward on the backseat.” He instructed, waiting for you to do so before he moved around again, using your position on the passenger side, he leaned over to the passenger seat and pushed it towards the dashboard after pulling at the lever. This gave him an ample amount of space to crawl behind you, and it was a tad bit crammed but that wasn’t what he was thinking at the moment when he got a glimpse of your glittering cunt that sparkled in the evening sun. He would have to save this image in his mind for later, for now, he was already feeling like the tent in his pants was about to rip right through the fabric.
While you were still leaned over the backseat, face resting beside the headrest, you finally took note of the view you had. He pretty much had you pinned against the back window, and you were sure that if you could see others they could see you. But, before you could speak a word, you were already being thrusted into by the frustrated robot behind you, forcing a moan out of you as you jolted forward. In an attempt to ground yourself, you pressed a hand onto the window and shut your eyes, knowing that this was going to be a wild ride.
Unlike when he was fucking you with his fingers, he didn’t hesitate to pull himself out, all the way to the place underneath his mushroom tip, and plunge back into you. You moaned out in both shock and delight, this strange angle making him go even deeper than usual. It was almost like you could feel every vein, every pulse, and even each twitch of his cock while it was inside you, making you forget your surroundings all together. To keep himself grounded, he held onto one of your hips and pressed the other on top of your hand, lacing his fingers between yours as they remained pressed up against the window. Whereas your tops were still on, the both of you were nude from the waist down, though Giyuu’s jeans were haphazardly pushed down to rest at his ankles as he pounded into you from behind.
He pressed his forehead against your shoulder as he continued to thrust, muttering random words in Japanese while continuing to jack hammer into you from behind. The muttering didn’t stop, in fact, he only got louder and more daring with his words as he snapped his hips into you over and over again.
“I love you… I love you… I love you… ‘m gonna give you a… kid.” His comment came out as a bit of a husky whine as he breathed into your ear, fucking you desperately, his insatiable urge to fill you up with buckets upon buckets of his seed becoming deafening with each thrust. “No… no… gonna give you… millions..” He murmured, heavily exaggerating as he kept at it, your own moans and mewling mixing with his, though his words seemed to have quite an effect on you. Which was apparent from the noticeable squelching noise that accompanied the sound of skin slapping against skin at an inhuman pace, your essence and his pre-cum spewling out from the repeated plunge of his cock. If it wasn’t clear before, it should be clear now— he loved you, he loved you so much that he was desperate and willing to give up his emotionless facade for you and only you, just to give you a glimpse into just how strongly he felt about you. “You’re mine… never gonna… let anyone— have you.” He managed to say despite being overwhelmed with the ecstasy of being buried inside you, his hips continuing their erratic pistoled thrusts that sent you rocking back and forth against the seat, reminding you just how cramped the tiny car was.
The vehicle shook and rocked, thankfully you weren’t parked on a hill, who knows what would have happened if you were. From the outside looking in, it was obvious that some kind of scandalous situation was going on inside of the vehicle, which was also apparent from the fogged windows and the very noticeable stack of hands currently being pressed against the back window. Anyone could take a gander at what was going on inside of it, in fact, a few people had taken notice but didn’t make any movement to stop it or investigate. Some were amused by such risky acts, others were disturbed by the daring act of doing things like that in public, and the rest… they were jealous. Jealous that they didn’t have willing partners looking to experience such a thrill.
When you were getting your brains fucked out by a tireless CyBi on a mission to impregnate you, it was difficult to tell the time, or how many times you came around his cock. You were barely clinging onto whatever consciousness you had left and Giyu still hadn’t come yet, not from what you could feel at least. Now that you thought about it, he’s never cum inside of you, he always wore protection, so this would be a first, but from what you could tell (from previous experiences with him) was that he came a lot and more than once.
And almost like you had summoned him to do so, you were thrusted from your thoughts when he buried himself fully inside of you and panted, his cheek resting against your hairline and temple, his heated breath fanning over the side of your face. “‘m gonna… hah..” He exhaled and trembled for a split second before he began to paint the inside of your velvety walls white with ropes upon ropes of pearly white cum. In harmony, the sound of your moans filled the car and spilled right into the open. Seconds passed and he still hadn’t stopped, strangely enough, it almost felt like your stomach was starting to become bloated with cum. It seemed he’d read your mind when he reached around and pressed onto the lower part of your belly, forcing an obscene amount of his cum to gush out from around the sides of his cock and dribble down the back of your thighs— and then onto the seats. Good luck getting those cumstains out.
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♤Future Sexual Encounter + Who♤
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Yayy I'm back to the long pacs again!🥳 I rushed because I'm gonna make content for Juneteenth but I'm glad this is out! I decided to go with a dark theme for this one, because I wanted to show my love for non conventional art and artists. I was gonna do memes but I've done enough for mow. I hope you check out their pages, I really like all of their work. This pac is for everyone including poly and open folx, regardless of whether you have no partners or multiple. Also, because this reading is so big, feel free to choose multiple piles if you're drawn to.
CW: sexual themes, explicit language
Song Theme:
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1° I don't think you'll have any qualms about doing it. Its giving extreme hornyness. Although when you get in to it you might be confused tho. You could struggle to orgasm. Its giving enthusiastic virgin who doesn't understand what they're getting into/doing. This could be with a friend or someone you know but I feel you guys won't work out well during sex. It's weird, they may not be open to suggestions or maybe you feel they aren't. They may be very stubborn and convinced they're doing something right. I'm not getting you won't enjoy it, but you may not orgasm or even feel that good because they think they know everything.
Who• They may change in appearance a lot, you may go through different cycles/situations with this person. May come quick. Idk if they'll be able to keep going after that though.😕 They could be someone that already has multiple partners (if you slut shame you're getting blocked, I don't need you here) Yeah im not getting much they could be in and out of your life a lot. Although you may be friends, you might not know each other very well, more like coworker you hookup with (i don't endorse workplace situationships/romance btw)
2° Could be an orgy/ or someone is watching/ getting cucked. "We ain't gonna get no sleep", it's a song by Janet Jackson and J Cole i think. There's an air of indifference but it's wanted. You might be very selfish during this encounter and there could be two or three people on you. You're not gonna get a break/ be able to rest during it. Maybe there will be a lot of false stops, as in the encounter never truly ends until everyone is exhausted. I don't know if you know these people that well. A few of you are sex workers. A lot will be happening at once.
Who• They may also be self- focused but not necessarily focused. It's like they're prioritizing they're own needs while also making sure everyone else is comfortable. They could all go to the same college/school as you.
3° you might have various scenarios or options to choose from. This person could be a romantic interest, or they have a crush on you. They could ask you out after and for a few of you, this is your (future) partner and they wanna propose after this. This person could be a bit immature and might even be younger than you. But the sex and leading up to it won't be toxic, this could happen after a fight. For a lot of you this will be with a future partner. It's good might be very vanilla, but some of your might find out about a kink you didn't know you had or find out the untapped potential of certain places (aka finding out new erogenous zones or whatever they're called)
Who• someone with a lot of options, doesn't have to be romantic. Might be hung, horse cock, that shit is veiny, even if it's a strap. they could like ribbed condoms a lot. Lol if you like big balls this your person lmfao wtf. That's all I'm getting LMAOO
4° Damn its a story yall. This could be a romantic interest or someone you take interest in. You fuck, you realize some things about them. You cut them off or they ghost you and now you're left to wander the wastelands of Tinder (or just dating in general) on your own in search of a true partner. Anywhom, this might not happen for all of you. During the encounter you might've overhyped them or put them on a pedestal and you're going to realize you shouldn't have. LOL this person might do something or have something (doesn't have to be infection maybe they got a confederate flag in they room HAHAHA) that makes you dry/limp asf. If you decide to give them a chance, you're gonna be disappointed, you might not enjoy the encounter that much or you might not even do much before they orgasm and quit it. If you don't give them a chance, you'll probably try to find another hookup right after.
Who• Other people hype them up for some reason, probably because of their own insecurities or maybe they have some sort of privilege. They could also see themselves as the shit with no real reason as to why. Like they didn't accomplish/do nothing they themselves would be extremely proud of yet. But it's the people around them that really enable and perpetuate this attitude. For some of you they could be randomly hard all the time or wet. They might have more discharge than the average person(i didn't want to fucking know that either, but you have to suffer with me😮‍💨) Um for a few of you they do in fact have bad hygiene, this reminds me of a clip from when Katya went on Ziwe.
5° So you could be feeling drained for two very different reasons: either the sex itself was exhausting or the person you're with is exhausting. Even if this is more than one person, one person in particular was difficult to deal with. If this is a dom or a power play situation and they have control, they most definitely will order you around a lot. This person could be very demanding in bed in general. It's weird there's a big emphasis on a power struggle but for most of you, this wasn't planned. By the end you might feel you won or got what you wanted out of this person (this doesn't allude/refer to an abusive or coercive situation) This could be a potential future partner, even if you know who this is already.
Who• this is someone you may feel bound to. Some of you don't really like them like their personality, so maybe you are bored when you do this. (And were whenever you did it in the past) You stay talking to them because you're comfortable enough and not in the mood to look for other options. They could be considered chubby or they have a bigger stomach. They're kind of annoying. I feel like they talk a lot or complain often. They might try to control other people in a non-sexual way. They may victimize themselves and might not always understand that their actions impact other people.
6° this is interesting energy. You could have waited in line to fuck this person or people. This also could've been planned ahead due to various other obligations. I'm getting distracted a lot while doing your reading. You might actually have to cut this encounter short because something came up. It will be exhausting in a good way, getting all your pent up energy out. This could be an orgy and y'all might actually fight in some way. Or like a sex party and something happens.
Who• this person could be romantically interested in you or the ask you out after this. They're kind of fickle with romantic interests tho they might even ghost you after. Lmaooo they could've initiated the fight.
7° Heavy committed vibes from many of you could be married. This is worth someone who deeply cares about you. You could be the more mature one in the relationship or just more experienced with life but you both are quite mature. You could be older than your partner. This could happen after a fight or much needed break in the relationship. I think your person will approach you first for sex. They could have a big dick and they may be creative sexually. I feel they need a lot in order to be stimulated. This could do with temperature play, food, or wax. This person may worship you a bit or put you on a pedestal and they do it in bed too. They just really like doing stuff to you, for a few they are almost overly romantic. They maybe a kissing fiend as in they like kissing your body a lot. For some of you they love giving you head but they're still in control. For some this is future partner and an encounter you'll have before being committed to each other.
Who• They're very nice.  They're very sweet. But they do get a lot of respect, they could also work in an academic institution or want to work in one. Could like philosophy. They're just lovely, whatever that means to you.
8° you could be connected to pile 5. Ooooh this is the "its your call" group. If course for all groups is all like tht but for this one its very much up in the air. This could come after you reach a certain financial goal, or this is related to finances in some way.  For some its sugar baby-esque energy, someone sees you working hard and wants to take you out. Splurge on a few gifts and go back to their hotel room. Nothing creepy though. (If it is, run) Its really all up to you some of y'all have things you want to try out, others got people wrapped around their fingers. It's very much your call. Some of you don't care about sex,  particularly currently, amd you'll acknowledge that and move on with your life.
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I discovered that Communication Knife AweSamDrunz have Children Now today, and I’m loving everything I’m reading so far.
Also that they hang out with Sapnap, Philza, and Techno. Was not expecting that, but yeah, Dream would want to reconnect, wouldn’t he? Even if it make Sam Uncomfortable and Punz Salty.
aaaaaaaaa I'm glad!!! The kids are sort of separate from the main au in that they're not really the main focus, they're just something that occasionally makes me happy to rotate in my mind. Healed, happy characters who are extremely neurodivergent, with their weird neurodivergent children, able to exist contently.
also, yeah!!! I realized a while back that I haven't really talked about the relationships and conflicts or Anything with real consistency on this tumblr. I'm used to interacting with people in the discord who've already had to listen to me so many times yell and rant that I've forgotten that I. might need to give context actually to other people who have showed up to a person on a soapbox spouting nonsense.
short answer: yeah, theres a Lot of complicated feelings, but by the time the children are in the picture its been like a decade and peace has been made with most things. No one has forgotten, of course. Shit was fucked. But events keep happening, characters keep developing, and Dream cradles his happy ending with the people he got to keep so very close to his chest.
So its like! Techno will support Dream through thick and thin and be civil with his partners, Punz and Sapnap had some rough moments but are buddies, and Sam will never talk to Dream's friends about anything deep, but after years of him genuinely trying to be a good partner, Techno and Sapnap are no longer five seconds away from trying to murder him.
Long answer: I'm trying to pull together some posts that will give detailed explanations of this entire thing. Itll take a bit, but its infinitely easier than the full fic I was trying and failing to write. I'm pulling this timeline from an old post so it might not be completely up-to-date even with my edits, but this is some skeleton stuff I can give that will make things easier for Understanding probably. I'm very sleepy. Here you go.
Timeline for My Own Damn Convenience:
Shady Dubcon Prison sex w/ SamDream
Prison Escape
Gentle Recovery sex w/ Drunz
Dream decides he has major control issues and is going to fuck Sam to prove he isn't traumatized. Punz thinks this is a terrible decision.
AweSamDrunz sex, complete with a rulebook of things Sam isn't allowed to do (including giving or receiving kisses)
Quackity kidnaps Drunz similar to in the one cut lore thing, offers to let Punz go if they torture Dream (they stab Quackity instead)
Sam rescues them (without Q finding out) and then kidnaps them, where he ties up Punz and gets Dream kisses until they all eventually pass out (Dream gets mild medical attention)
Dream wakes up and unties Punz
SamDrunz has a talk and decides Sam is allowed kisses again
many kinks are discovered
Sam tries (and fails) to get a hobby
Sam builds +30 prisons/boxes/sex dungeons around the server, of various usefulness
Sapnap finds out about the Torture, sees the sex tape, assumes Dream can't consent to the relationship considering Sam was his warden and Sap thinks Punz betrayed him, and takes Dream to a cottage away from everyone to try to protect him. After Sapnap yells at SamPunz, Dream gently informed Sapnap he's going to continue the relationship, and they have an emotional reconciliation that leads to weeklyish meetings between Dreamnap where they can just sit and talk
The Snow Incident
Sam Recovery From The Snow Incident
Oh God The Egg Is Back (Sam locks up Punz and Dream in a bunker for a month out of terror, and doesnt tell them why because he knows it will stress Punz out and Dream could be an idiot and get himself Egged. Punz is pissed but can't argue with that) (Dream could have fixed this all with his admin abilities good god)
They actually deal with the Egg
An Incident Happens (but its like several incidents actually, including Tubbo finding out that Ranboo was working with Dream the whole time)
Failed Finale
Recovery
Eventually grow old and live in a nice little lush cave house called The Box that Sam made
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squippy360 · 2 years
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Jensen ackles x Male Reader
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Cw:(smut, camera kink, voyeurism, humiliation kink, public fucking, spanking kink, marking kink)
The cameras turned on and the crowd cheered loudly. You smiled at the camera and gave a small wave. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen and others to the M/n Late Night Sex Show™! We have a very attractive guest here, Jensen Ackles!" You announced and gestured to Jensen. Jensen smirked at the crowd from the couch, knowing what we were all here for. The crowd cheered loudly as loud clapping filled the room. 
Once the crowd settled down from the cheering, you turned to him with a smile. "So Jensen, I've heard you've got a new show. What's that all about?" You asked, resting your head on your hands. "Well, I love my new show 'The Boys.' It's the greatest show on this planet. Honestly." He chuckled. 
"And their actors are even greater~" You teased. "But, it's really great! I really had a lot of fun shooting it! Even the bloopers and outtakes are so funny." Jensen laughed. 
You tilted your head. "I've heard and seen some pretty good things about it." You giggled. 
You both joked around for a long time and you showed the audience some moments that Jenson and his friends did. Like for example: 
Jensen sticking his hand into somebody's soda. 
Twerking
Bending over and smirking at the camera
Giving the camera a lewd look
And the ever so popular 'Shirtless Jensen™'
Jensen laughed at every clip. He always said "Listen, I can explain," after each clip. "It was so f*****g funny!" He laughed with the crowd. "Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Even though we can screw around on this show, we can't say f**k unfortunately. Weird, right?" I purred. 
Jensen smirked and looked at the crowd. "F**k~" He smiled as the crowd bursted out in laughter and 'ooh's. I snuck my hand under the desk with a smirk and pulled out a whip. "You wouldn't want to be a bad boy now? Would you?" I growled. The crowd shouted loudly with laughter. Jensen bit his lip and looked between me and the whip. "Ooh~ Kinky~" He purred and leaned a bit closer, staring into my eyes. 
I hummed and put it away. "Good boy~" I purred. "So I heard you were a fuck toy for the boys on set~ Is that true?" I asked, looking him up and down, practically eye-fucking him. 
He bit his lip and looked at me. "Damn right I was~" He said sensually. The crowd cheered loudly at that. "Mm~ I can imagine you bent over and letting everyone use that tight hole of yours~ You'd like that wouldn't you~ You want me to bend you over that couch and use you" You growled. Jensen moaned and spread his legs. "Mmhm!! Please f*** me!!" He desperately begged. 
"Go ahead and strip for me~" I growled and got up and started taking my suit off. Jensen got on his knees and bent over the big leather seat. He kept his cute sweater on so he didn't hurt his tummy. You bit your lip and spanked his ass with the whip you had. He gasped and clutched into the arm rest. The crowd cooed at that and most of them were now shamelessly masturbating among themselves. 
You slapped him again. "Ah! Harder, Daddy! Please!" He begged, wiggling his ass. I shoved my face in his ass and started eating him out. He cried out and tried to move his hips back into my face but I slapped him with the whip again. "Be a good boy and stop moving." I commanded. He bit his lip and let out a long and lewd moan. 
I slapped his thigh multiple time with the whip and moaned every time he jolted. I got some lube and sat down behind him. I poured some on his ass and coated my fingers with some. "Let's open you up, Baby boy~" I growled and shoved my fingers inside his hole. His hand came down to stroke his cock but I hit his ass. "No touching~ Just relax and take it~" I purred and stuck another finger inside. 
He squirmed with impatience. "Please just f*** me already, Daddy!! I already prepped just uric me with that big cock of yours!!" He begged. I sighed and pulled my fingers out of his hole and lubed my cock. " I really thought you were going to be a good boy for Daddy~ But you're just some cock-hungry slut~" You growled deeply before shoving your cock inside of him. He gripped onto the couch and let his head fall into the arm rest. "F*** yes, Daddy!!!" He screamed. I admired the red and purple marks on his ass and spanked him again. "Language~" I growled. 
He moaned out louder when I pounded into him, not waiting for him to adjust. "Yes!!! Yes!!! YES!!! HARDER!!! F*** ME MORE!!!" He screamed. I put the toy down and spanked him with my hand, biting my lip at the red mark over his other ones. "I DON'T WANT TO SIT DOWN FOR DAYS!!!" He begged. I jerked his cock off faster, jerking the tip between my 2 fingers knowing that his tip was sensitive. 
The camera caught his lewd face and multiple acles of his abused ass cheeks. The crowd was moaning at this. "Don't you dare cum unless I tell you to. Be a good boy for me~" I growled. He nodded and arched his back, screaming out when my cock ran over a special bundle of nerves. My other hand came up and choked him, applying pressure in pulses to not hurt his neck. He let out choked moans and incoherent sentences. 
"Gum for me, Baby Boy~ Cum for your Daddy~ Make a pretty mess with that cock of yours~" I groaned and bit his earlobe. He screamed and came on part of the arm rest and the cushion. I pulled out and the camera caught the sight of my cum leaking out of his cock. Jensen looked under between his legs and watched with heart eyes as his Daddy's cum leaked out of him. He turned around and pushed me on my back. 
"Aww~ Do you want to apologize to Daddy for those naughty words~" I purred. He nodded and got into my lap. He poured more lube on my cock before slamming himself down onto my cock. My hands flew up to his waist and helped him fuck himself on my cock. "Oh, Baby~ You're being so good for Daddy~ I think Daddy might just forgive you~" I ran my hands down to his thighs and squeezed them. 
He threw his head back and let out broken moans. "Daddy!!! 'Gonna cum again!!!" He slurred and tried to go faster. My hips snapped up and hit that perfect spot in his ass. His whole body shook and his gun splattered on his sweater and my tummy. I pinned him to the couch and roughly fucked him until I came inside of him. He had tears coming down his face and his legs were still twitching. 
"Such a good boy for Daddy~" I moaned and pulled down into a kiss. The crowd cheered loudly as they finished their own little sessions. I pulled Jensen on my lap and let him rest his head on your shoulder for a bit. "Thank you for tuning into 'M/n Late Night Sex Show™.' We sincerely hope you enjoyed it as much as we did and we hope to see you back again next time~" I winked at the camera before they shut off. 
Next up: sam x bucky x Tiny!Male reader x steve fluff
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