#just so you know I will explode when i hear tv

[sarahscribbles]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒.𝟔𝐤

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 @inklore

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The God of Mischief is laughing beside you. 

It’s quiet against the happy chatter of the TV but still sends a rush of warmth straight to your heart - like taking a straight shot of Tennessee whiskey on a winter’s evening. It’s nothing like the bitter, sardonic sound he reserves for most of the team - this laughter is light and joyous and unquestionably happy.

It’s…nice, and it’s quickly becoming your favourite sound in the world. 

Much like how Loki is becoming your favourite person in the world. It’s been gradual, like the first blooming flowers of spring, and, if you’re being honest, entirely unexpected. Only a few months ago Loki was nothing more than a thorn in your side. Now, you can’t imagine your life without him. 

In a short space of time, he’s become your best friend and your confidante; he’s the first person you want to run to when you have a bad day, the first person you want to run to when you have a good day, and, steadily, he’s starting to feel like home. 

He isn’t a monster intent on destruction or a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

He’s just Loki, the man whose happiness is slowly becoming yours.

His chest bounces beneath your ear again. You have no idea what the narrator has just said, but it was evidently something that Loki found amusing, and his laughter pulls an easy smile across your face. “I love hearing you laugh,” you murmur quietly, nuzzling even further into his side. 

Maybe it’s because the man who so many people are still quick to call a villain is reclined back on your sofa with his legs stretched out on the massive ottoman, maybe it’s because he’s cradling you to his cashmere clad chest like he never wants to let you go, or maybe it’s because of the random kisses he’s been pressing to the top of your head all evening. 

Whatever it is, you’re overcome with softness for him. Behind the aloof, icy facade is a golden heart, and you’re seeing more and more of the goodness that lies within it every single day.

“Is that so? Then we should watch your little mortal box more often, darling. It’s rather endearing to hear Midgardians attempt to understand Asgard,” he reponds, mirth lighting up his voice while his fingertips trail softly along your upper arm.

He misses the fond roll of your eyes only because something else has caught his attention that he must pass comment on, and you listen enthralled while he explains the actual differences between Valhalla and Fólkvangr. You’ve both been watching this documentary on Norse mythology for over an hour, and Loki has spent a large chunk of it pointing out every wrong detail no matter how small. 

Each deep, exasperated sigh and pronounced click of his tongue has you giggling like a child beneath his arm, to which he squeezes you that little bit tighter. He’s proud of himself, and it makes you wonder if he’s actually annoyed by the portrayal of his home or if it’s all an act to make you laugh. 

With Loki, either is highly likely. 

“Do you know what amuses me, darling?” he says lightly, still trailing those elegant fingers along your arm. You expect to hear something more about what the documentary has gotten wrong, but that’s not what comes. “A few months ago, you actively despised me. Now, I believe you would climb into me if you could.” His voice is soft, leaving no room for you to doubt that he’s only teasing. 

You burrow deeper into his embrace. “I didn’t despise you,” you reply with a small smile.

His arm tightens around your shoulders again and something warm and golden blooms in the pit of your stomach. It’s too soon to call it what you know it is, but you feel the flame burn brighter with every second you spend with him.

The man you’re currently twisted around is brilliant and loving and your heart fits right in the palm of his hand. It’s safe there, you know. You trust him, even though everyone you know has warned you not to. 

It’s one of the easiest things you’ve ever done. 

Loki’s chest rumbles with laughter again. “Darling, you despised me,” he repeats, but you know he’s smiling along with you. 

You pretend to huff, but reach out to poke his side, delighting in the way he squirms beneath your tickling touch. “I didn’t! I didn’t like you, but I didn’t despise you, either,”

“That knife you threw at me in the training room after Yule begs to differ,” he shoots back seamlessly, while you force back laughter at the memory of his face frozen in shock at your expert aim. 

You shrug lightly into his chest. “Natasha told me I needed to practice more. 

“Darling, I can assure you she meant to practice on inanimate objects. 

You tilt your head back to peer up at him with a teasing smile. “You were inanimate; you were standing in the doorway.” 

Loki releases an exasperated sigh but wraps both arms tightly around you to pull you fully into his lap. “Little menace,” he replies while you pretend to squirm in his grip. It only makes him grip you tighter until you’re clamped inescapably against his chest. 

Through the rich material of his sweater, you can feel his firm chest and the taut muscles of his stomach. The man is a work of art, yet it’s you who's straddling his lap - an unremarkable mortal. 

He smiles at you as you continue to admire him, and it’s a smile that’s almost shy. “What’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours, hmm?” he asks quietly, resting his hands on your hips.

“You. Thinking about you,” you answer, watching the faint tinge of pink that colours his cheeks. 

His hands slide up from your hips only a fraction until he can dip his thumbs underneath the hem of your shirt to trace absentminded circles on your bare skin. It’s an innocent touch, but it sends something electric shooting along your spine. 

“Oh? Do elaborate, darling,” he purrs. 

Loki’s eyes are sparkling with amusement, but you can read the need for praise that’s swirling deep beneath the surface. It’s one thing you can’t deny him. 

“I was thinking about how beautiful you are,” you tell him, sliding your hands from around his neck to stroke his biceps. “And how lucky I am,” you continue. 

The muscles in his neck flex and you feel your resolve crumble to dust. It’s been calling out to you from the moment he pulled you into his lap, and you can no longer deny yourself the luxury of pressing your lips to his skin. 

Loki’s broken inhale is instant and his fingers curl tighter around your waist. Your teeth are quickly grazing along his throat while you suck a bruise into his skin. You want to mark him, to stake your claim on him. 

You want to leave no doubt that this god - this beautiful, wonderful man - is yours. 

“Darling, you need -,” he begins, but it melts to a moan when you run your tongue along his neck. “Darling,” he tries again. 

You silence him with a kiss. It’s slow and deep, and when you tangle your fingers in his hair to tug it, he rolls his hips experimentally against you. The hard length of him presses wondrously against you, coaxing your hips to grind down on top of him. Loki’s breath catches in his throat while he kisses you, and you know what’s coming before he even opens his mouth. 

“Darling, anymore of that and -,” 

“I’m ready,” you interrupt him, cupping his face in your hands. “I’m ready.” 

His eyes soften as they take you in, scanning your face for even a breath of hesitation. “Are you sure?” he asks, while his thumbs return to stroking your sides. 

“Yes,” you answer firmly, resting your forehead against his. “No more waiting. Please.” 

In one smooth movement, his arms are wrapping around your middle to press you tightly against him. One strong hand weaves its way into your hair while his lips find yours again. There’s a new hunger to his kiss - it’s raw and possessive and filled with a need that has been simmering beneath the surface for months. 

You expect him to flip you onto your back and finally make you his right here on the sofa, but his hands eagerly begin to run down your back and grip beneath your thighs. Suddenly, he’s on his feet and your legs are locking around his waist. You can’t help but giggle against his lips, because he’s not letting you break this kiss even for a second. 

“Beautiful thing,” he whispers into your mouth, effortlessly carrying you from your living area and down the hallway toward your bedroom. 

The Norse mythology documentary is long forgotten. 

His lips stay locked to yours until your back hits the bedroom door, and only then does he break away to curse as he fumbles with the handle. You laugh quietly - because for some reason it’s oddly endearing - and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. 

Loki wastes no time in kicking the door closed when you’re finally through. Vaguely, you notice a faint green shimmer cascade over the wood as it settles in the doorframe, but it’s pushed from your mind by the frenzy of kisses that Loki is pressing to every inch of your face. 

“Do you know,” he murmurs, trailing a haphazard line of kisses along your cheeks, “how long I’ve wanted this? Wanted you?”

His admission fans the flames of desire burning fiercely in your stomach. How have you lasted so long without inviting him into your bed? How have you not had this man again and again until his name is seared into your soul? How have you not realised how fiercely he burns for you too?

“Then take me. Please,” you murmur against his lips. 

His answering smile is soft and gives you another swift kiss. “Begging won’t be necessary, darling.” 

With surprising gentleness, he lays you on the bed amongst your pile of pillows. Your legs fall open instantly for him, to which he quickly climbs between. There’s a hesitance to his movements, almost as if he’s scared to lay a finger on you. 

“I’m not going to break,” you say with a smirk. “You can touch me. I need you to touch me, Loki.” 

Your hands find the hem of his sweater, coaxing it along his back until he’s helping you pull it off. You’ve seen him shirtless before - many times - but your fingers still reach hungrily for his chest. Loki shivers beneath your touch and pride blooms happily in your stomach. 

An unremarkable mortal you may be, but you have a god shivering beneath your fingers. 

Slowly, his hands slip underneath your shirt, and cool fingers glide along your stomach to push it over your head. His eyes travel appreciatively over you before settling on your breasts. 

“Enchanting, beautiful thing,” he says, leaning to press his lips to your neck. 

The reverence in his voice has a rush of heat pulse between your thighs while you grasp his strong shoulders. Too many times, previous lovers have made you feel like you were nothing more than an object, something that was conveniently there for them to fuck. 

Not with Loki, though. The man has barely undressed you and he’s treating you like the most precious thing his hands have ever held. 

Boldly, you reach for his belt, shooting him a suggestive smirk while you unfasten it. He lets you work, diving in for another blistering kiss as you undo the button and open the zipper. The taste of him on your tongue and the feel of him beneath your fingers is electrifying, and there’s a newfound urgency in your movements as you try to push his jeans off. 

After a few strategic tugs they slide over his hips, granting you the freedom to run your hands greedily over the firm swell of his ass. You can’t help but moan shamelessly into his mouth while simultaneously squeezing him with both hands. He’s a work of art beneath your appreciative fingertips. 

Something close to a growl rises from Loki’s chest and he gently nips at your bottom lip with his teeth. “Are you trying to seduce me?” he purrs lightly. 

Grinning, you squeeze his ass again. “It’s been my evil plan all along.” 

“Ah! I’ve been bested by a beautiful little devil!” he teases and lowers his lips back to your neck. 

His kisses are slow and deliberate and punctuated by the occasional nip of his teeth. You know what he’s doing; you know that every mark he’ll place on you tonight is a claim, a message to anyone who looks that he’s finally made you his.

The molten beast of arousal burns fiercer between your thighs. You hope and pray that you’ll be covered in his marks tomorrow. You want everyone to know that you belong to him.

Loki interlocks the fingers of one hand with yours, all while slowly trailing a path of kisses along your chest and down your stomach. It’s silent adoration - a god worshipping his mortal - and he only stops when his lips meet the waistband of your leggings. You feel him hesitate, feel him run the pad of his thumb across the material while he lifts his eyes to yours.

It only takes you a second to realise he’s asking for permission. 

You nod quickly and breathe out a quiet “yes.” 

Loki presses a final kiss to your stomach and gently squeezes your hand. He lets go to hook both sets of fingers into your leggings, taking great care not to jostle you around while he tugs them - along with your underwear - easily down your legs. You’re suddenly bare before him and, stupidly, you feel a rush of nervousness pulse through you. This man has slept with gods and goddesses and beings more beautiful than you can even imagine. 

How can you compare?

Glittering green eyes travel hungrily over you. The earlier softness is still shining there clear as day, but now it’s swirling and mixing openly with undisguised lust. It causes a gentle heat to burn beneath your skin and, almost subconsciously, you attempt to cover yourself. 

But Loki is having none of it. 

His hands reach to clasp yours and he folds your fingers easily between his, pinning your arms to the mattress. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on,” he says slowly, making sure you hear every word. 

“Are you trying to seduce me?” you repeat his question back to him, though even you can hear the shakiness of your own voice. 

Loki’s answering smile is infectiously boyish. “Is it working?” 

He can likely hear your heart thundering in your chest, but you still reply with, “maybe. I’m not sure yet.” 

“Hmm, perhaps I need to try a little harder?” he says, still grinning impishly.

His hands slide to gently grip your wrists so he can guide your arms around his neck. It’s such a simple gesture, but it makes your heart swell in your chest because he trusts you enough to touch him. You hum contentedly and tangle your hands loosely in his hair, twisting silky strands around your fingertips as he drops his lips back to your chest.

His kisses are slower now and the warmth of his lips lingers like a dream against your skin. It’s as though he finds his pleasure from simply kissing you, like that alone is enough to send him freefalling into bliss. It’s a heady thought that has your back arching, greedily searching for more of him or maybe offering up more of yourself. 

You aren’t entirely sure. 

Loki’s lips travel lower in tandem with his hands that are curled around your middle. His touch is so intoxicating, so wonderfully addictive that you can’t stop the quiet whimper that slips from between your lips. You feel him smile against the skin of your lower stomach, feel his thumbs trace tiny circles against your hipbones, and when he hovers just millimeters from your cunt, you automatically hold your breath. 

When nothing happens you flick your eyes questioningly down to his. 

Loki is gazing at you with desire storming in his eyes, so much so that they’re almost completely black. He looks like a man starved and doesn’t break his gaze from yours as he bends his head to lick a firm, slow stripe along the length of your cunt. Electricity crackles almost joyously through your blood, setting every inch of you aflame and pulling a shameless moan from the depths of your throat. 

Through the haze of your desire, you feel Loki gently squeeze your hips. “Ok?” he asks quietly. 

The laugh you release is short and strangled. “Y-yes! God, yes!” 

A wolfish smile curls across his face. You watch transfixed as he dips back between your thighs, never tearing his eyes from yours as he buries his tongue in your cunt. A volcano of pleasure erupts in your core, twisting through every inch of you with each skillful flick of his tongue. You groan, you whimper, you grip Loki’s curls so tightly that you’re surprised he isn’t howling from the pain. 

“Ugh…fuck!” you groan when he slips his hands beneath your ass to pull you closer. 

His mouth is warm and wet and talented - god, it’s talented - and when his tongue begins to lap over your clit you can’t help but buck and grind against his face. You feel him hum appreciatively against your cunt, and he swirls his tongue firmly over your swollen clit once, twice more. 

“Loki!” you whimper. “Fuck, Loki, keep doing that! Please!” 

He’s only too happy to grant your request. His tongue traces swirls and patterns endlessly against your clit. It’s just enough pressure and just the right rhythm that the coil in your stomach quickly begins to wind tight. Every expert flick and swirl of Loki’s tongue is like diesel to a flame, setting your core alight until you’re completely engulfed by him.

If you died right now, you would greet death happily. 

Loki continues to lap at your cunt like a man starved, and when your back arches off the bed, he slips his hands further beneath your back to clamp you firmly against his warm mouth. It’s pleasure like you’ve never experienced - white hot and all consuming - and before long you’re balancing beautifully on the edge. 

“Loki…Loki, please…I’m…m’ gonna come!” you say, unsure if it’s a warning or a plea. 

The first tendrils of your release are licking through your core and each tiny cry that passes from your lips only encourages the god between your legs. The warm wetness of his tongue laps perfectly at your clit, making stars begin to dance at the edge of your vision, but when he moans against you - a deep, satisfied rumble of sound - you know you’re gone. 

Your orgasm engulfs you suddenly and without warning. The force of it sends your eyes rolling in your head and your hands tangling in Loki’s hair like a vice. His name leaves your lips in a scream to the heavens, and his head doesn’t stop bobbing between your legs until you’re panting and boneless on top of the mattress. 

Amidst the lavender haze that has settled around you like a favourite blanket, you feel Loki press a soft kiss to your still sensitive clit. It makes you jolt and pulls a strangled sound from deep in your throat, but then his thumbs are drawing lazy circles over your hip bones. 

I’m here. 

His lips begin a slow path from between your thighs, pressing gently and haphazardly along your stomach and between the valley of your breasts. He kisses across your collarbone and dips below your chin, making sure not to miss even an inch of your throat. 

Never in your life have you felt more desired.

“Exquisite,” he murmurs before his lips find yours. "Worthy of the gods.” He kisses you deeply and the taste of you is still heavy on his tongue. It’s electrifying and only serves to reignite the flames of arousal that he’s only just quenched. 

You can’t help but giggle against his lips and reluctantly break his kiss. “The only god I want is you,” you say quietly, cupping his face in your hands. 

He gazes down at you silently, looking as though you’ve just placed the secrets of the universe in his hands. It’s both endearing and heartbreaking - that he’s struggling to believe he’s the one you want - and it fills you with a renewed purpose to ensure this man never goes to sleep feeling unwanted. 

You tug him back down until his lips are back on yours. His kiss is slower this time, languid, as though he wishes to use every last second to commit the taste of you to heart. 

A god drunk on the taste of his mortal. 

“Touch me. Please,” he rasps, breaking from your lips for only a second. 

It’s a plea you’re only too happy to answer. Slowly - because you want to enjoy every last inch of this man - you slide your hands from where they’ve been resting on his biceps. You marvel at the broadness of his shoulders and drink in the smooth expanse of his muscled back. Lightly, you trace your fingertips along the hollow of his spine, delighting in how he shivers beneath your touch.

But it’s nothing compared to the deep, appreciative moan that tumbles from his lips when your hands once again squeeze the smooth swell of his ass. 

You laugh into his mouth and rest your arms back across his shoulders. “You are so beautiful,” you whisper, raising a hand to brush some stray curls behind his ear.

He catches your wrist before it can rest your hand back on his shoulder and presses a kiss to the centre of your palm. “You, my dove, are a treasure amongst mortals,” he says softly, all while positioning himself between your welcoming thighs. His forehead finds yours at the same time his cock nudges teasingly against you. “Let me pleasure you, darling, please. Let me give you every part of me.” 

Easily, you wrap your legs around his waist where they fit like a missing puzzle piece. “If you don’t, I’ll be very upset,” you tease him. 

He grins widely so widely at you that the corners of his eyes crinkle endearingly. “Well, we certainly can’t have that,” he replies, and slowly, you feel him begin to ease into you. 

You inhale deeply as the blunt head of his cock slips inside you. It’s barely anything at all but already your head is rolling back on the pillow and your eyes are slipping shut. You knew Loki would feel good, but nothing could have prepared you for just how good. 

You want to lose yourself in the feel of his body in yours, but before you can even draw breath two cool fingers are on your chin, encouraging you to tilt your head forward. 

“Keep your eyes on me, my darling,” he commands softly and you instantly snap them open. “Good girl.” 

His eyes don’t leave yours as he eases himself fully inside you, giving you all the time you need to adjust. He’s big, and every added inch has you clenching joyously around him if only to hear the groans that spill from him each time you do. 

“Fuck,” he groans, dipping his head between his shoulders when you clench particularly hard. “Little vixen. Beautiful little menace,” he continues, dropping haphazard kisses to your cheeks and chin. 

When you can take no more of him he coaxes your hand from where it’s been clamped to his shoulder, clutching it tightly in his own as though he fears you’ll melt beneath the cotton sheets. 

You can’t stop the small smile that tugs at your lips. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise,” you assure him, giving his hand a squeeze. 

A quiet puff of laughter escapes him and he dips his head. You see the sheepish look that settles across his handsome face and your heart swells for him, for this man who has known more loss than many would deem fair. 

You’ve barely left his side these past few months, but still he fears that he’ll lose you. 

“I know,” he answers softly, sounding unmistakably embarrassed. “Forgive me. Sometimes…sometimes I still struggle to believe that someone like you chose someone like me.”

Your free hand is instantly cupping his cheek and your thumb is caressing his flushed skin. Does he know that you feel the exact same way? “I will always choose you,” you tell him firmly. 

He hasn’t even been yours for a year, but you know with unwavering certainty that you would follow this man to the ends of the earth and beyond. 

Loki presses his cheek into your palm and leans in to steal another chaste kiss from your lips. “My darling mortal,” he murmurs with a roll of his hips that has you groan. “My beautiful girl.” 

You can’t look away as he expertly begins to build you up. You’re lost to the pretty gleam of his green eyes as they hold yours and how stray strands of ink black hair fall to frame his face; lost to the way his jaw falls slack when you roll your hips to meet his and clench around his cock; lost to how your name falls like spring rain from his lips, like it’s the only word he’ll ever need to know. 

The edge crests like a wave in your core within minutes, each ripple making you dig your heels into his ass in a desperate attempt to pull him closer, deeper. Your climax is bubbling white hot in the pit of your stomach, promising to drown you in pleasure like you’ve never known if you can just tip over the edge. 

“Loki…,” you cry, twisting a hand into his hair for leverage. “Loki…I’m ready…please!”

His hands grips yours like a vice. “Look at me,” he pleads, and your eyes quickly settle back on his. “Cum for me, my darling.” 

With five words, you go soaring off the edge. 

Your orgasm rips through you like a storm, each blinding wave of pleasure submerging you deeper until tiny white stars begin to dance at the edges of your vision. It’s all consuming and so powerful that it robs you of almost all your senses, though you’re vaguely aware of Loki burying his face in your neck as his own climax pulls him under. 

He’s ruined you for anyone else. 

As the final ripples of your release fade in the aftermath, you can hear Loki panting in your ear. You untangle your hand from his hair to stroke it and turn your head to press a light kiss to his temple. 

“Fuck,” you breathe out. It’s all you're capable of saying as you lie boneless on the bed, still basking in the warm afterglow of your orgasm. 

“Fuck.” Loki echoes, rolling onto his back and bringing you with him. 

You burrow happily into his side and feel him drape an arm around your shoulders. His heartbeat is still thundering beneath your ear - something that makes pride blossom in your stomach. 

“Darling?” Loki speaks up after only a minute of silence. 

“Hmm?” you hum back, excitement already beginning to fizz between your legs. 

“I’d like to do that again…if you don’t mind.”

#loki #loki smut #loki x reader #loki fanfiction

[mitsouya]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

including michael kaiser, rin itoshi, and reo mikage with fem!reader

he sits beside you on the couch, engrossed in the random shows on tv. you, on the other hand, are busy reserving a table for your date at the new restaurant downtown. the sheer delight in your voice makes him glad he succeeded in emptying his tightly packed schedule for you.

[saturday night at 7 is available. would that be okay?]

a bright smile adorns your face upon hearing the employee's query. securing a table feels fortunate; it's not always easy on weekends, after all.

"alright, let me ask my husband first," you say to the phone and raising your eyebrows in silent expectation, demanding for his response.

⌗MICHAEL — the second that word comes off your lips, best believe michael is already grinning like an idiot.

him, your husband? seriously?

he never thinks too deeply about marriage—though he does want to tie the knot with you when the time's right—but he loves how endearing it sounds when you call him that. there's a mischievous glint in his sapphire eyes before he moves closer to your body.

"her husband says yes."

being the menace he is, he announces directly to the speaker, loud and clear, earning soft giggles from you.

"do you hear me? her husband—"

you cut him off and quickly apologize to the poor employee, all while suppressing the laugh that threatened to spill out of your mouth. he will tease you about this for the rest of the evening, and you will spend hours caged between his tattooed arms, listening to him yapping about his dream wedding. not that you complained.

⌗RIN — convinces himself he maintained his facade well, but the subtle dusting of red on his cheeks betrays him. he's unable to focus on the tv screen because did you really refer to him like that without warning?

realizing you're still waiting for his answer, rin fakes a cough to even his tone and mutters, "fine," loud enough for the employee on the other side to hear.

immediately shoots you a questioning glare after you hang up. he tries to act unaffected (which he fails miserably) and asks, "what was that?"

"what was what?" you playfully hum.

"you did that on purpose."

"i don't know what you're talking about, baby."

the slight pout on his lips amuses you more than you want to admit. he hides his burning face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something you can't pinpoint.

when you chuckle at his sudden clinginess, he looks up to you with those big, sparkling round eyes that remind you of his younger self. he's going to wife you up someday.

⌗REO — you know damn well reo's sickeningly in love with you, and somehow you think it's okay to casually address him as ‘my husband’? are you trying to make him explode?

the tv show is long forgotten and he's all over you in an instant, giving you a bone-crushing hug along with a sweet, dopey smile that you adore so much. you can whine and say it's just a prank, but it's too late to take it back. he already envisions the whole wedding thing.

"whatever my wifey wants," he speaks to the phone, all giddy and lovestruck. "rent the entire restaurant if you want, wifey. or buy it. or don't. actually, i'll just build you one."

before his rambling causes the employee even more confusion, you shut him up with a kiss and proceed to finish the reservation.

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #michael kaiser x reader #itoshi rin x reader #mikage reo x reader #kaiser x reader #rin x reader #reo x reader

[bakubunny]

best friend!kiri x praise kink!reader

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts and rotting my brain for months so here you gooo. reader is shy and flustered around pretty sunshine boy when he says nice things.

tags: aged up characters, f!reader, praise kink, pet names, smut

“c’mon, just three more…” kirishima said. “atta girl, that’s it…. two… three. great job!”

his hand burned hot as he squeezed your shoulder much like the burning that was amplified on your cheeks by his words.

“thanks,” you said, quickly moving on to the next exercise given.

eijiro was your best friend. you’d known him since you were kids, and you finally took him up on the offer to let him help you train at his gym. he was surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly) patient and encouraging despite the fact that you were clueless.

“…spread your feet a little more, like this. good girl. now…” he tried to give more instruction, but you cut him off.

“please don’t say that,” you said, almost whispering the words in shame.

eijiro was so kind, but he must have been oblivious to the way your body tensed any time he said a handful of specific things. good girl. that’s it, keep going for me. you’re doing so well. atta girl….

come to think of it, there were a lot of things he said that made your skin run hot that you tried to ignore, and the majority of it started when he’d started bringing you here. but you were at your wits end. you didn’t need to be thinking of the heated ache in your core every time he said something that set you off without knowing.

“huh?” he leaned in slightly to hear you better.

you spoke slightly louder. “please don’t say that.”

“say what? is everything alright?” he had a look of concern in his eyes.

you caught a glance and a stifled laugh swiftly disguised as a cough from the blond at the machine nearby. eijiro’s roommate and your other best friend, denki. your cheeks burned as you stumbled through what to say.

“n-nothing. yes, everything is great,” you replied with a bright smile. “you were saying?”

eijiro’s brows furrowed for a moment, but he took your cue to move on.

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one week later

you sat next to eijiro where you both stared intently at the widescreen tv across the room, game controllers in hand. denki at minimum was normally here for game night, but somehow it wound up being just the two of you. so instead of several people huddled around a board game, you’d decided video games were a better choice.

you managed to secure the final kill needed to win another match.

eijiro exploded with joy. “yeeeaah! good girl, wa-”

“that. please don’t say that,” you said, cutting him off. you swallowed hard, eyes shut tight, hoping he wouldn’t ask questions or press further.

eijiro fell quiet as the kill cam started. “was that what you meant the other day?”

your cheeks grew hot. “yes. i… couldn’t figure out how to ask you to stop without making both of us uncomfortable, so i haven’t said anything. can we just start the next match?”

“we can… but what if i want to know more?” he replied.

your grip tightened on the controller. “there’s not much to it. i like praise. a lot.”

he laughed softly, loosing some of the tension in your body.

“yeah, but… what if i don’t want to stop?” he said.

eijiro’s statement caught you off guard enough that you chanced a look at his face. his cheeks were a little pink, but his bright eyed smile was the same as ever.

“ei, what are you saying?”

his grin got a little wider as he pulled the controller from your hand and set it aside. he leaned in. “i’m saying i want to call you that. would you like that?”

your brain short-circuited for a second. “i-i-i mean, um, i… yes. please?”

eijiro’s voice lowered as he lifted your chin and leaned in. “good girl…. you’re so cute with that look on your face.”

you looked back at him wide eyed and flushed from neck to hairline, his crimson eyes alight with a playfulness that was new to you. “thanks.”

he closed the distance and kissed you, soft and warm and sweet like honey.

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the sound of wet slapping filled the room. eijiro’s voice rolled down your body as the heat of his breath hit your face, his forehead resting against yours. the thrust of his hips was heavy against your cunt.

“you’re so fucking beautiful, baby. can’t get enough of this pretty face, all fucked out and eyes rolling just for me,” eijiro said.

his thick length had you shaking yet again, your body begging him not to stop as another climax neared.

“eiji, needa cum, fuck-” you slurred.

he kissed you hard and leaned into your ear.

“that’s my good fucking girl, c’mon, cum for me. that’s it princess, give it to me. don’t fucking stop. don’t you dare stop cumming, sweet girl. you’re so pretty when you cum for me, i need all of it….”

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[princessbrunette]

mean brother’s bsf ! rafe who says he has to go to the bathroom while he’s over at your house playing video games w ur brother but instead walks to ur room and starts fucking u :((

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you can always hear the group of them — rowdy and loud, yelling at the tv whilst they play the game, or watch some kind of sport that you yourself had no interest in. you had no idea why your brother refused to ever close his door, especially when he had friends round— they were so damn loud.

you hear rafes voice in the hallway and it makes your heart rate spike, your brothers friend calling something into the room as he leaves it, the boys exploding into laughter. you wondered if he’d stop by today, like he did every time — or if he’d pass you by and act like you don’t exist, something he has also demonstrated he is capable of doing when your brothers around.

it had happened only earlier, coming home from your pilates class in your cute little get up which usually you knew rafe would be all over— the boy stood in the kitchen, chatting to your brother when you arrived home.

“hi!” you chirp politely, happy to see him there, knowing what it meant for you. rafe barely glanced— offering you a “hey.” before continuing on his conversation. you couldn’t help but let your face fall. you knew he couldn’t give you much attention infront of your big brother, not wanting to draw suspicion— but just a hey was rude, impolite even.

you hear your door creak open and you don’t turn to look, playing nonchalant as you lay on your stomach on your bed, flipping through a book. he’s careful to close the door again, taking in the sight of you laying there, more importantly the sight of your ass cheeks spilling from your pyjama shorts.

“did you miss me?” he drawls, taking a step closer and you spare a glance over your shoulder, playing like you didn’t.

“oh, hey.” you repeat his greeting from earlier boredly. it was petty, sure— but unfortunately, you were crazy about rafe. you wanted him to know you were a little peeved.

“that all i get, hey?” he sounds amused, dumb and part-lipped as he steps a little closer, fingers tickling your ankle which makes your leg jerk out, nearly kicking him.

“well that’s all i got earlier.” you flip a page, pretending to be totally disinterested in the conversation. you hear him still, breathing as he tries to recollect the moment.

“i dont — i-i don’t understand. what’s this about?” he asks, already irritated with the way you aren’t turning around to look at him. you sigh, sitting up and spinning around to face him. he didn’t get to be mad, best to nip it in the bud.

“i said hi to you and you acted like you didn’t even know me.” you pout immaturely, running your fingers along the bed to avoid his eyes. his eyes widen, hands spreading at his side in incredulity.

“your brother was there. fuck you expect, me to stick my tongue down your throat and slide a finger in your ass whilst he’s just standing there? i — i don’t —”

“no! just… you didn’t even look at me.” you sigh and he drops his hands, skulking over to stand right over you at the edge of the bed. he places his large hands on your cheeks, lifting your sulky gaze to his.

“‘cus if i did, id probably get all riled up… you don’t want that, right? infront of big bro?” he softens, but there’s something conniving about his tone.

“no.” you sigh and he nods in approval.

“right. i just had to play it cool. yeah?” he clarified slowly, like you’re a little dumb.

you blink up at him, and he gives in, bending down to press his lips to yours, the familiar taste of his tongue integrating into your mouth as you hum, visibly relaxing into the kiss.

“i did miss you.” you whisper, and he prods at your shoulder to encourage you to lie back.

“and i told everyone i had to take a phone call outside, so we haven’t got long… you wanna take these shorts off for me or am i gonna have to rip ‘em off like last time n’have you cryin’ at me again?”

five minutes in, and it’s increasingly harder to stay quiet. he’s mounted you, an obscene and degrading sight for anyone that would accidentally stumble upon it. your legs were up by his shoulders, cock nestled deep inside you as presses his lips together, stifling the little breathy groans from the back of his throat.

“m—my bed, its creaking!” you mewl, cunt tightening when he slides a large hand up the back of your thigh to the crevice of your knee, keeping it raised.

“those suckers aren’t listening. stop— stop thinkin’ bout that, yeah? look at me. focus on me.”

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt #bbf!rafe

[marvelfilth]

Off the deep end 2 (18+)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: ghostface!Sam Carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: mention of murder, smut

Summary: you don't know what to make of the fact that Ghostface saved you, but you know you'll never let her touch you again. Sam is the only one you want.

Masterlist

The silence that hangs in the room feels almost suffocating. Tara sits still, but the look on her face turns from concern to contemplation, as her eyes jump from you to the TV and then back again. Chad doesn't say anything and only moves when Tara turns to whisper in his ear.

Anika sends you a questioning look to which you easily smile. She relaxes instantly, and reaches for the remote to switch the channel.

You bite your lip, looking down at Sam's hand still circled around your wrist, her grip so tight it might cut off your circulation.

You don't say anything in fear of her exploding on you.

Ever since Tara first dragged you along to their apartment Sam's kept a close eye on you. It was disconcerting at first, when she always glared at you, nitpicking your every move and asking probing questions. You never hesitated to answer in fear of her throwing you out and never letting you anywhere near close to them again.

But then, as weeks went by, her hovering turned from suspicious to protective, almost overbearing at times. You took it in stride, welcomed it, even. You've never had anyone care about you the way she does.

"Can we finally talk about it now?" Mindy asks, warily eyeing Sam. "I know you said before that the murders have no connection to us, but now it's a little too close to home, don't you think?" She looks at you for backup.

You bite your lip. "I don't know, Mindy…"

"What about the guy that wouldn't leave you alone? Cole?" Chad butts in.

You blink, confused. "What about him?"

Tara looks at you, narrowing her eyes. "He was stabbed about a month ago."

You gulp, pushing back against the cushions. "I didn't know that."

Now that you think of it, you realize he stopped bothering you a long time ago, practically disappearing from campus.

Sam stays uncharacteristically silent, her eyes boring holes into the TV and her hand slithering lower to settle on your thigh, absentmindedly circling her thumb on your skin.

Quinn finally looks up from her phone, chewing on the stick of her lollipop. "Why are you so worked up about this? It's New York, people get stabbed every hour."

Silence falls over the room, everyone turns to look at the unbothered girl.

Anika is the first to break silence. "Quinn, use your brain."

"No, she's right." Sam speaks up for the first time. "It's a big city and we don't even know if it's Ghostface."

The older girl gets up, patting your thigh one last time and goes back to the kitchen.

You exchange worried looks with Mindy, who looks equally dumbfounded as you feel.

"What just happened?" Tara whispers, looking like her world flipped upside down.

You sink deeper into the cushions, frowning in thought.

"Can we finally get drunk now?" Quinn gets up to pour herself a shot of vodka, ruffling your hair as she passes by you. "Join me, cute girl?"

You think you hear something fall in the kitchen, but you are not too sure.

The rest of the day passes in a blur. You stick with Quinn, feeding on her laid back attitude and easy smiles, all worries thrown into the deepest part of your mind. Ethan gets embarrassingly drunk and tries to cuddle Mindy, throwing them both over the back of the couch. Chad and Tara disappeared in her room a long time ago and Sam's been brooding all night, sending you long looks over the rim of her glass and eyeing Quinn's hand on your shoulder.

You get up when the clock strikes midnight, ready to head home.

"What are you doing?" Sam asks.

You stagger. "It's late. Time to go home."

"You're staying here tonight." She says, and you don't have the time to object, before she's clapping her hands, startling everyone in the room. "Ethan." She looks at him, cocking her head towards the door. He hurriedly scurries away, blurting out goodbyes as he disappears out the door.

She turns to look at the cuddled pair. "Anika? Mindy?"

One of them grumbles, you think it's Mindy. "We'll go. Sleeping on this old thing leaves me sore for days. You'll have to go and get Chad though." She smirks, biting her lip in anticipation.

Sam just sighs and goes to Tara's room, making sure to be as loud as possible when she approaches the door.

"Looks like you'll get some after all," Quinn whispers with a suggestive smile.

You groan, hiding your face in your hands. "Yeah, I'll get my ass whopped."

"I mean, if you're into that…" she chuckles, and nudges you with her shoulder, before disappearing in her own room.

Mindy and Anika linger by the door, waiting for Chad. You bite your lip and look at the door, considering.

And then someone slaps the back of your head. "Don't even think about it," Mindy hisses, her eyes darting in the direction of Tara's room.

You roll your eyes and step away from her reach, leaning against the wall. Chad emerges a second later, looking reprimanded. Mindy snickers at the look on his face. You quickly say your goodbyes, promising to meet up tomorrow after classes. Sam drags you to her room as soon as the door closes behind them. You eye her warily and take a seat on her soft bed, waiting as she gathers herself.

You hoped she'd forget about the night before by now, but, evidently, the news and the time she spent glaring at the back of your head only egged her more.

"Sam?" You whisper, your fingers clenching around her soft blanket.

She looks at you, her eyes flash as she starts walking to you. "You'll stay here from now on. No more parties. No more walking alone at night. You won't leave this apartment without me," she bites out, taking a step closer with each word.

She's directly in front of you now and you have to strain your neck to look her in the eyes. "Sam this is rid-"

You swallow your words when her hand comes up to your neck, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, a tip of her finger dipping under the fabric to stroke your bruised skin. She leans dangerously close to your face, her breath fanning over your burning cheeks.

"You'll stay here, with me," she whispers, her lips brushing against yours. "Say it."

You lose yourself in her eyes. She's looking down at you, unblinking, her brows furrowing more and more with each passing second.

You decide not to test your luck.

"I'll stay here, with you." Your eyes fall shut.

"And?" She tucks your hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering below your jaw, cradling your face.

"I'll-" you take a deep breath, "I won't go anywhere. Not without you."

She relaxes instantly, tension seeping away from her body, and pulls away, leaving you to tremble on her bed. You open your eyes to see her rummaging through her closet, pulling out various t-shirts and looking them over before settling for an oversized dark green one.

You pull the blanket over your lap, hunching in on yourself as you try to slow your heartbeat, rubbing your chest. You sit in silence as she changes into her sleeping clothes, your eyes trained on the few pictures pinned to the wall over her dresser. There's two with her and Tara, one with Chad and Mindy, presumably at her birthday party, and one with you, sneakily taken by Anika during one of your picnics. You smile at the picture, noting the content look on Sam's face and the curl of her lips as she gazes down at you sleeping soundly on her lap.

"Here," she says, giving you only a shirt, and elaborates at your questioning look, "my pants will be too big on you."

You nod, and ask her to turn around. She does so with a shake of her head, settling on the right side of the bed while you shuffle out of your clothes, folding them neatly over the back of a chair. You freeze when you catch a glimpse of the bite marks littering your neck and shoulders in the mirror, quickly pulling her shirt over your head.

When you turn around Sam is already looking at you, her eyes sliding up and down your body, lingering on the bruise on your throat.

Your face burns and you quickly jump under the covers, facing the wall. She doesn't say anything, just reaches over you to turn off the light, her hand settling over your waist before she pulls you into her chest and nuzzles her nose on the back of your neck, wishing you a good night.

×××

"So… you and Sam?" Tara asks two weeks later, walking by your side in the cafeteria, fidgeting with a bottle of water.

You sigh at Tara's not so subtle prying. "It's just Sam being Sam."

When you woke up that morning, nestled in the crook of Sam's neck while she gently nudged you awake, you could've sworn you were in heaven.

But as it turned out, when she said she wouldn't let you leave anywhere without her, she meant just that. You don't think there was a moment you've spent without her by your side, she is always lingering somewhere around you even if it was just the two of you in the room, and whenever you're in a crowded area she never lets you out of sight, making sure to have at least one point of contact between you two.

And then there's her touches. It's almost like she needs her hand around you to properly function. It doesn't matter who's around, she'll pull you against her without a care, holding you possessively when a stranger stares at you for too long, or going as far as to leave soft pecks down your neck when she helps you reach for something on the top shelf.

It's been bearable before, when you could find reprieve in your apartment after a day spent in Sam's presence, but now she's around you 24/7 and you're not sure you'll be able to endure this sweet torture much longer.

The fact that she shuts you down every time you try to talk about it doesn't help either.

Tara stops and pulls you to the side, pinning you down with an unimpressed look.

"She doesn't spend that much time hovering over me and I'm her sister. And besides, I've seen the way you look at each other. Kinda makes me want to throw up," she says, rolling her eyes.

You take a moment to respond, carefully choosing your words.

"Well… Get a bucket, I guess," you smirk at her offended look, shielding your head when she throws her water bottle square in your face. "Ow! Bitch. I was joking."

"Jokes are meant to be funny," she grumbles, pulling you to the farthest table.

Anika and Ethan are already there, engaged in a heated discussion about the newest installment of his favorite game, the curly boy getting so passionate he accidentally sends his coke flying over your shirt just as you approach them.

"What is it with me getting targeted all day today?" You groan, prying the wet shirt away from your body, and grimace at the stickiness on your stomach and between your fingers.

Tara snorts, sending Ethan a look of approval. "Good job, new guy."

Ethan, for his part, looks like he's ready to die from embarrassment. His chair squeaks against the floor as he stands up, grabbing some wet wipes from his backpack, and starts hurriedly wiping at your shirt. "I'm so sorry! I don't know how that happened…"

You awkwardly inch away. "It's okay," you mumble, taking his wipes and trying to clean the shirt yourself.

It's not okay. You feel gross and the smell is already starting to make you feel nauseous, so you double your efforts, sitting down with a huff.

"Here, take this," Ethan mumbles, taking off his hoodie, "it's a bit big, but it's better than nothing, right?"

You chew on your bottom lip, considering your options.

Sticky shirt or Ethan's hoodie.

You decide on the lesser evil.

He hands it to you with a small smile, and apologizes again, muttering something about clumsiness and genes.

Anika grabs it from him before you could reach out, and stands up. "I'll help you clean up, come on."

You follow her down the hall to a secluded restroom. She checks the stalls before locking the door behind you and tugs you to a sink. You put away your bag and start tugging at the hem of your shirt, trying to keep it away from your hair. You feel another pair of hands help you when you almost get stuck. Breathing out in relief when you're finally free from the confines of your coke scented shirt, you turn to look at Anika.

"Thanks," you smile at her and reach for the paper towels.

You quietly work on wiping away the stickiness, wetting the towels in the sink and rubbing your stomach clean, shifting uncomfortably under Anika's scrutinizing gaze.

You throw your ruined shirt in the garbage bin in the corner, reaching for Ethan's sweatshirt when you come back to stand in front of the mirrors.

"Are you really not worried?" Anika whispers, fixing your hair when you pull the garment over your head. You can't help but notice the scent of Ethan's cologne, it prickles your nose, and you keep in a grimace, already too used to the smell of Sam's detergent surrounding you at all times.

"About what?" You ask absentmindedly, picking up your beg.

She crosses her arms in front of her chest. "The killings."

Your heart skips a beat at the quiet question. You look up to meet her worried eyes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she fiddles with a loose thread of her blouse. You can't help but pull her into a hug.

"Nothing will happen to any of us, I'm sure," you say with as much conviction you can muster.

In reality, you've spent the last few weeks in a constant state of uncertainty, looking over your shoulder at every corner and holding onto Sam whenever someone suspicious approaches you. You haven't told anyone about what happened that night, and you don't think you ever will. You can't even begin to imagine what they'd think of you if they ever found out. You're sure you'd lose your friends. You're sure you'd lose Sam.

So you stayed quiet, only allowing yourself to look back on the memory when you were alone, locked in the bathroom. Constant reminders about previous victims from Mindy made you realize that the woman behind the mask saved you and your friends more times than you can count. That night she saved you.

You don't know what to make of it, other than you'll never allow it to happen again.

Sam is the only one you want.

Anika grips your shoulders, nodding. "You're right. I don't know why I'm freaked out. It's just… it's never been like that before, you know..?" She trails off and you nod.

You do know. New York is not the safest place in the world, but it was never that dangerous before a certain group of people moved to the city. You know it's not a coincidence, no matter how much you wish to be proven wrong. You've been keeping up an unbothered facade, borrowing some of Tara's nonchalant attitude, but in the darkest corner of your mind you know that everyone around you is doing the same thing. Pretending.

Expect, maybe, Sam.

She's solid and self assured, her words never waver the way Tara's sometimes do, she never jumps at loud noises like Mindy does, and she never spends a moment too long staring into the dark corners of the street like Chad does. It gives you strength.

"Everything will be fine." You pull away to look her in the eye. "And if anything happens we stick together, okay?" You take her hand in yours and interlock your pinkies in a silent promise.

×××

"Is that… Ethan's hoodie?" Chad asks, squinting at you from the couch.

You sigh and trudge to Sam's room, leaving Tara and Anika to explain the situation for you. The day dragged on for way too long leaving you positively exhausted, you can't be bothered to retell the highlight of Tara's day to her not-boyfriend. Ethan's great and all, but his choice of cologne could've been much better, the smell so strong it gave you a headache.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

You jump up at the confused voice, your hand flying up to rest on your chest, right over your hammering heart.

"Jesus, Sam. I thought you were still at work," you mumble, avoiding her eyes.

You continue your way to the closet, tensing when the bed squeaks as she gets up, and then you feel her tug at the hem of the hoodie, turning you around.

"It's not yours. And it's not mine either." She's starting intently, her eyes darken. "You definitely didn't put this on in the morning. Where were you?"

Your lips purse at the scowl that took place on her face, her eyebrows furrowed and her head tilted to the side. You hate the way it makes you even more attracted to her.

"I don't have to explain myself to you," you say.

For a second she looks like she wants to argue. Her jaw clenches, but she takes a step back.

"No, you don't." She says it like she regrets the fact.

Sometimes you feel like she can't control herself at times, letting her darker side take hold, acting like she owns you, and she tries very hard to make up for it in the moments of clarity, paying extra attention to your expressions, making sure you are comfortable with her constant hovering.

In truth, all you really want is for her to actually make you hers.

You sigh, reaching into the closet for a change of clothing. "It's Ethan's." You decide to explain. You don't see the way her fists clench. "He spilled his coke all over my shirt, so we had to improvise."

The answer seems to settle her. She sits on the bed, leaning back on her hands, watching you rummage through your clothes.

"It doesn't suit you," she mutters at last.

You chuckle and stop yourself from reaching for your shirt and take Sam's one instead. She doesn't comment on the choice, but her smile tells you everything you need to know.

"Come here," she says, patting her thighs.

You stop in your tracks, your mouth falling open at the sight of her waiting for you on the bed. "I really need to shower, Sam."

"Please."

You hesitate only for a second before sitting down sideways over her lap, your arms circling her shoulders, her hands settle on your hips, toying with the hem of the shirt.

You want to burrow into her and never let go.

"Can I take it off?" she asks, her eyes flickering down to your lips.

The question makes your breath hitch. You'll never get used to the way she makes you feel. You hide your face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her perfume, your fingers threading through her soft hair.

Her fingers sneak past the fabric, resting on the soft skin of your lower back. "Please," she whispers against your temple. "Let me take it off." She presses a gentle kiss to your hairline.

Your body goes limp in her hold and you nod, untangling yourself from her.

She exhales through her mouth and swiftly pulls it off, leaving you in your bra, and carelessly throws it to the floor. She takes you in, her hands hovering over your sides.

You don't think you're able to endure her tiptoeing around you any longer, so you take them and lead them to your breasts. She cups you eagerly, squeezing you over the lace of your bra.

You barely manage to keep in a moan when her finger brushes against your nipple. She inhales sharply, and places her thumbs over your hardened buds, swiping. Your thighs squeeze involuntarily, and you adjust on her lap, desperate to find relief.

"Sam," you whimper.

One of her hands reaches up to wrap around your neck, the feeling so familiar it makes you freeze. Your eyes fall shut when she squeezes your neck, her breath falling hot against your ear as she whispers, "Look at me."

Suddenly, the weight of her hand feels suffocating. Suddenly, you're no longer in her room, but on the floor of your living room, pinned down by a stranger.

Your eyes blink open just in time to see Sam tilt her head, the glint in her eyes almost predatory.

You shake your head and jump away from her touch. She tries to stop you, but you're already in the bathroom, closing the door in her face. You fall to the floor right then, your knees hitting the hard tiles. The door rattles once, then twice. You can't move, shaking on the cold floor, rubbing your chest to calm your rapid heart.

It all felt too familiar. The feeling of strong muscle under your thighs, nimble fingers teasing your heated skin, her hand on your throat, squeezing.

Her fucking voice, asking you to open your eyes and look.

Could it be..?

Your vision blurs.

"Open the door, Y/n." Sam's voice is awfully quiet and unsure, like she's afraid of what she's about to face.

"Was it you?" You ask, afraid to hear the answer, your voice so quiet you're not even sure she heard you.

"Just open the door, please," she begs. You can hear the strain in her voice.

You shake your head again.

You don't know what to think. Maybe it's some fucked up coping mechanism your brain came up with to make it easier for you to accept the fact that you willingly let a murderer fuck you.

For a fleeting moment you think that if she was the one wearing the mask that night you'd be okay with it. You'd welcome it.

You take a deep breath and get up to open the door, hesitating only for a second before turning the knob.

Sam stays on the other side, watching as tears trail down your face. The shakiness of your hands when you wipe them away wakes her up from her stupor, and she throws herself at you, holding you tight.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, "I don't know what's gotten into me."

She inhales sharply, tightening her grip on you. "It's okay. You're okay."

She holds you like you might break or run away, clinging to you desperately. You stay like this for a long time, basking in her warmth. Eventually, she takes a step back and opens the faucet, letting the tub fill with the hot water, before she takes off her clothes, throwing them in a pile on the floor. You watch her undress, falling back and gripping the sink behind you when she's left in her underwear, leaving her defined muscles on full display. You audibly gulp at the sight, your thighs clenching, reminded of wetness pooled between your legs. Next thing you know, she's unbuttoning your jeans, tugging them down after your nod of consent.

You let her take off your underwear, watching her take labored breaths, her chest heaving. There's no color in her eyes, only black of her pupils. She wastes no time in throwing away her underwear, and stepping in the tub, pulling you along.

You sit between her legs, your back pressed against her chest as she litters the back of your neck with kisses, her hands gliding up and down your sides, not daring to dip lower. Your head falls on her shoulder and she finally places a kiss on the corner of your mouth, eliciting a quiet whimper from you.

She reaches to the side, and lathers her hand, pushing you away to grant more space. She gently rubs your skin, washing away the exhaustion of the day, her hands slide up and down your back, then to your stomach, before they finally find home over your breasts.

"Feels good?" She breathes against your ear, and bites down gently. You moan audibly, your nails digging into the skin of her thighs.

You fall back against her when she tugs your nipple, making your hips jerk. She places a kiss under your ear and continues her ministrations on the rest of your body, leaving one area unattended.

You catch her hand when she tries to settle it on the rim of the tub, leading it to the dip between your thighs, where you desperately need her. Her other hand grips your hip hard enough to leave a bruise.

You settle your fingers over hers and lead her down. She cups you gently, spreading your lips before teasing your entrance, her thumb ghosting over your clit. You tug her head down, whining into her mouth. She crashes into your lips, not wasting any time to dart her tongue inside.

She circles your slit with two of her fingers, but before she can dip inside, the door shakes with forceful knocks.

"Sam, you need to get out here right now! There was another attack." Mindy's voice rings on the other side of the door. "It's Ghostface, they found the mask."

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[ash5monster01]

Not Just The Books

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, no use of Y/N, smut, nudity, language, fluff, friends to lovers, minors DNI.

Summary: Steve catches you reading a smutty book and before the embarrassment can settle in you realize he is more interested in doing the stuff in the book with you.

word count: 3.5k

Masterlist

It was not uncommon for you and Steve to be able to sit in silence comfortably. Sometimes having the presence of a friend while you did different things was so much better than being alone. So you both sat comfortably in his living room, you in the easy chair, lamp on to illuminate your book, and him in the center of the couch, slumped down, as he watched whatever was on TV. The sound didn’t bother you as you read, you normally were in another world, not noticing the things around you. So even though Steve had the TV blaring with the hearing of a Grandpa, you didn’t even mind, the TV could explode and you wouldn’t notice. Thing was Steve always noticed you, even if his favorite movie was on TV.

So when he spotted you uncrossing your legs it peaked his interest. You still hadn’t torn your eyes from the book to see he had noticed your movement. Steve had almost turned away until he saw you had pressed your legs together, your teeth capturing your bottom lip. His heart accelerated slightly because he knew that kind of movement. He had caused many of girls that kind of movement, so when you started to shift in your seat, your breaths coming out in smaller pants he realized there was something more to the book you had tightly gripped in your hands. You still didn’t even flinch as Steve stood and walked over to you, in fact you couldn’t even tear your eyes from the page as he quite literally did it for you.

“Steve!” you screeched and he quickly noticed how dilated your eyes were, how fast your chest rose with each breath. You looked like a woman starved.

“Since when do books make you act like that” Steve teased, eyebrows raised highly and you felt the embarrassment burn through you.

“Please give me my book back” you begged, hand out, waiting for him to hand it over.

“You know, normally I would” and the panic started to set in as he turned the book towards himself. Steve never attempted to read your books. Why now?

“Please Steve!” you we’re quick, lunging towards him, but he was quicker. Your voice was rough, all worked up, and no one had even touched you.

“It’s always Steve you need to read more, when was the last time you opened a book, and now you don’t want me too?” he knew he was getting under your skin and you just prayed he woundn't read the page you were on. If there was some higher power out there they would keep him from reading that page right now.

“Just not that book, I was enjoying it” even Steve could hear how uncomfortable you sounded as you said it. It was as if you were trying to get him to cough it up without knowing what was so interesting about it.

“Well, I want to see what’s so good” and just like that his eyes dipped down and you launched for him. Yet Steve escaped your grasp, running across the room, and leaping onto the couch where he stood. Book now face open and you got to watch him read it in real time, like he was on a stage.

Claire panted out heavy breaths, skin on fire everywhere he left a wet love bite and blew on it. She tried to steady her breathing but as his wet kisses trailed down her stomach, finishing on the waist band of her shorts, she couldn’t quite seem to stop the breaths that came out.

Slowly his fingers curled into her waistband and she lifted her hips to make it easier, a silent conformation that what he was doing was okay. As the cool air of the bedroom hit her dripping core she couldn’t help but whimper over the thought of him burying himself between her folds.

“So perfect” he spoke, his tongue darting out to take a small taste. “And sweet”

Then just like that he was devouring her completely. So fast her back arched without her knowledge, pressing into him as he deliciously lapped up everything he could. Eating her out better than anyone ever had, and as his nose nudged against her clit she couldn’t help but begin to feel the coil tighten in her stomach. He had barely done anything and she was already ready to cum.

“Holy shit” Steve muttered, dropping his arms that held the book as he looked down at you from the couch. Very much unable to meet his eyes as he realized exactly what you were reading.

“Can I have my book back now?” you nervously asked, arm rubbing up and down your other one. Steve jumped back down to the ground. Trying to regain your gaze.

“Want to explain this to me?” he asked, holding it over and you quickly snatched it back.

“Not particularly” you now hyper aware of exactly how alone the two of you were right now.

“You like to read dirty books” he chuckled like a little kid and finally you dared to glance up at him only to see a smug look on his face, like he obtained information he was going to hold over your head for years to come.

“Most girls do Steve” you hissed attempting to hit him with the book but he quickly stopped you, his head coming to a shake.

“Whatever you say, it just looked like you were really enjoying it. I’d never seen you so…” he paused, trying to think of a word, and your heart accelerated. Thumping quickly against your ribs and you prayed he couldn’t hear it. “Worked up”

You sucked in a sharp breath as he said it and the air around you turned heavy. This had gone from embarrassing to mortifying because not only did you get caught reading about sex but you got caught for it turning you on. Steve had noticed you were turned on and now you wished he didn’t notice you even existed. “Can we not talk about this, I was acting like I always do”

“That’s a lie, you wouldn’t move while reading even if a tornado came through here but you couldn’t even sit still. You were needy and I know it because I’ve seen it a hundred times” now you were red as a fire truck and Steve was enjoying this way too much. Yet he was also getting turned on which he shouldn’t have because it’s you. His longest and oldest friend, the one he can be completely comfortable with but now he wanted to know exactly how wet you were from that stupid book and he wanted to see if he could get you wetter.

“Ah yes, King Steve, ruler of sex. Can’t take a hint but knows when a girl is turned on” you told him sarcastically, annoyed he insisted on embarrassing you further.

“So you admit to being turned on?” he said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes with a groan.

“My God give it a break, yes I was turned on, is that what you want to hear?” you asked him and as you let out heavy breaths and waited for him to give a sarcastic answer it never came. Instead he stared you down, like you admitting this suddenly made you a four course meal. Steve had never looked at you like this and now you were nervous all over again but about an entirely different thing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you nervously asked, attempting to back away from him because now the foot and half between you two was way too close.

“I’m not doing anything” he told you, stepping towards you to shorten the distance again and you wished he hadn’t of done it because now Steve was replacing the guy in the book for you.

“Yes you are, you’re looking at me like you want to kiss me” you said, trying to make it sound like a joke but even to you is sounded nervous. Steve just tilted his head, eyeing you up and down completely.

“It looks like that because I do want to kiss you” how was he so comfortable talking to you like this? You had never crossed this line before and now you wanted him to touch you and stay away all at the same time. “So can I kiss you?”

“I uh, I I..-“ you stammered, unsure how you went from peacefully ignoring each other to the edge of the line. If you say yes you would give him a reason to cross it and that was a lot of responsibility for a person.

“I need an answer sweetheart, because I really really want to kiss you” he spoke slowly and you swallowed hard, still turned on from the book and now a little turned on by him.

“Uh yeah, I-I guess” you told him and a grin cracked across his face and before you could say anything more his hands were on your face and drawing your lips near his own. He waited a minute before pressing them to yours, whether is was hesitant or savory you weren’t sure. But after a steady breath he pressed against you, mouth hot and slotting between your own lips perfectly. He was a good kisser but you already knew that.

It took only seconds for it to get heated, his hands tugging lightly at your hair and tongue grazing your lip. You parted in an instant, letting his tongue tangle with your own and then it was over. He had you backing up all the way to wall, your back thumping against it, and his knee wedging between your legs. Against your better judgement you started to grind against it, unable to stop your self considering how worked up you had been. “Getting yourself so turned on without any release, seems like torture sweetheart”

“There was going to be release, later, when I was alone” and your response had Steve’s head tipping back as he let out a groan.

“Still unfair, why don’t you let me take care of you?” Steve coaxed and you involuntarily ground down on his leg, knowing release was right around the corner if you just let him. Was it worth it though? To cross this line just for some sweet release? For a touch that could unwind you more than your own hands could? You knew Steve was a good lay, had been legend among the Hawkins High halls because of it. Should you even find out for yourself with risk of ruining the friendship? Fuck it.

You didn’t even have to answer based on the way your lips smashed back into his own. He met your pace in the blink of an eye and you couldn’t keep yourself from pulling at the hem of his shirt, trying to lift it above his head. Even needier at the sight of his bare torso you began to ride his leg like your life depended on it. A deep chuckle left his throat as his hands dug in the doughy flesh of your hips, slowing your movements against him. He wanted to take his sweet time with you and if he went any slower you were going to be a whining mess.

“What do you need baby?” he asked against your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive spot there and you were in no position to care that he probably gave you a crimson hickey.

“Take off my shirt” you told him with a groan, keening as he licked the sore spot of your neck. He obeyed, removing the baggy T-shirt you had worn over here just to be met with the sight that you had forgone a bra. You watched as his eyes turned almost black at the sight of you, swallowing thickly before cupping his hands around both your breasts. The minute he began to knead the flesh your head was hitting back against the wall, fighting from grinding on his leg again. Something about Steve needily groping your chest ignited a fire within you and you had been doing good until your nipple was sucked into his warm mouth and involuntarily you bucked your hips on his leg so hard you felt your hips bones hit his own.

"Such a needy girl" he teased before moving to suck on your other breast. As much as his words turned you on you still found yourself needing to feel more in control. Steve would be too cocky knowing he got you to so desperately fall apart like this. So in a moment of courage you took some intiative. With his eyes still closed, mouth littering your breast with hickeys, you dropped your hand down and grasped his hard on through his sweats. You felt the squeak from his throat on your breast as you began to stroke him through his pants and just as the girls had said in highschol, Steve was intimidatingly big.

“Looks like the book turned more than just me on” you teased, a sly smile on your face and Steve removed his mouth from your breast, tongue grazing up the skin of you neck till he was face to face.

“That’s not the book, that’s you” he told you and these words gave you the rush of confidence you needed for your fingers to slip below his waist band and grasp his cock right at the base. He hissed at the feeling of your cool fingers and the attention you were giving him.

“Stevie is needy too, what does he need?” you hummed, eyes wide and innocently looking up at him. He squeezed his own eyes shut as you slowly stroked him, prepared to ease him out of his pants.

“Baby this is about you” he told you, trying his best to back away but you had a grip on him that he was enjoying way too much.

“I know, that’s why I want to do this” and you were spinning both of you around, pressing him against the wall he previously had you caged in. He groaned as you dropped to your knees, breasts swinging as you finally pulled his sweat pants down. His length stared you down but he looked delicious as ever. If someone had ever suggested you’d be sucking your best friends cock tonight you would’ve told them they were lying but now here you were, taking him into your mouth. You hummed at the saltiness of his skin, tongue swirling around his swollen tip. He grabbed your hair without even realizing, trying to ease you to take more of him. Slacking your jaw you allowed him to glide in and out of your warm mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat, humming against him which made him writhe against the wall.

“Okay, stop I’m going to cum” he pulled you off of him, arms easing under your own and lifting you to your feet as if you weighed nothing. You smiled deviously at him, chin slick with spit and he didn’t waste two seconds before pulling you into a deep kiss. “It’s my turn to get a taste now”

He was mumbling against your lips, arms wrapped around you as he carried you over to the couch he had been watching TV on. Once he had you laid gently across it he was removing his own pants and dropping to his knees to remove yours. He made sure to take his sweet time, pulling the soft material down your legs, memorizing the cream color of the lace panties that had been soaked against your mound. You tried not to whine out as he touched you everywhere but there. You were on the verge of begging until he finally moved to pull the cream fabric off of you. You went to close your legs but his arm stopped you, keeping you wide open for him.

“So perfect” he said and you groaned out.

“Don’t tease” and Steve knew you meant both about the book and about how he was taking care of you. So he just grinned before dipping down and licking a long stripe through your folds.

“And sweet” and you didn’t have any time to yell at him because he was devouring you whole. Your stomach jumped as he sucked harshly at your clit, back arching and pressing your pussy straight into his face. His hands gripped the back of your thighs, more than likely leaving bruised finger prints but you hoped they did. You wanted to remember the mind numbing head Steve Harrington gave you. You almost didn’t expect him to be so good at eating you out. You should’ve thought because your heels were digging into his back, hands tugging harshly as his curls, and you were moaning unapologetically because he was just that good. You could feel the coil begin to tighten in your stomach and you were grinding against his tongue, movements getting faster indicating you were right there. It wasn’t until his lips wrapped around your clit did you find yourself begin to snap, shaking as your body seemed to leave earth and come back to you all at once.

“Hope you’ve got another one in you baby” he cooed, kissing up your stomach and breasts. He finally met your mouth and even though you were already half worn out you found yourself gripping his cock in your hand again. He winced due to holding his own orgasm off and your thumb gently rolled over his tip.

“Show me what you’ve got Harrington” you were telling him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before sucking on his neck. Steve hoped you were leaving your mark and soon enough you were lining him up between your legs. You shuttered as he ran himself through your slick.

He couldn’t wait any longer and finally he was pushing himself in you, bottoming out in seconds as you fully sucked him in. He knew not to move as your mouth froze against his neck and he moved to kiss your lips, an apology and promise that it would stop hurting soon. He was in his own pain of needed relief until your hand was grazing down his bare back.

“Please move, I’m begging you” and he didn’t need to be told twice as he pulled back and slammed into you again. You moaned loudly and he quickly found his pace, moving in and out of you as best he could. Swiftly you grabbed his hands, placing them on your breasts which he didn’t hesitate to grip. He used them for balance as he slammed in and out you, massaging them and loving them as best he could. The way you were reacting made him realize this was what turned you on most, attention to your breasts. Needing to have his release soon he dipped down, removing one hand to suck at your nipple as hard as he could, hips still slamming into you. The wet heat of his mouth had you keening in seconds and you gasped out, trying your best not to yell.

“I’m coming Steve, fuck cum in me please” you begged and he almost came right there as he heard those words. In moments you were pulsating around him, clenching tightly and milking him for all he was worth. The tightness of you made him follow right after, thick ropes shooting into you. You panted heavily as you gripped his shoulders, indicating him not to move.

“I want you inside of me a little longer” you told him and he slowly eased down onto you, trying his best not to move and overstimulate you.

“Where the fuck did this behavior come from?” he asked, pressing gentle kisses to the hickeys he had littered your breasts with. He was trying his best not to get hard over the fact he was still inside of you.

“I’ve always been like this Steve” you told him, feeling him twitch inside you.

“This dirty, why haven’t we been fucking sooner?” he chuckled, mouth kissing your chin and you rolled your eyes.

“Because I don’t fuck around Steve, and I always told myself that if we did this it had to be real” and the weight of your words hit him with surprise. Yet it wasn’t the kind of surprise you had expected.

“You mean to tell me you liked me this whole time too? Then what the fuck have we been waiting for?” he groaned out and your eyes widened as you reached for him.

“You like me too?” you hopefully asked and he smiled, lifting to press his mouth to your own. You winced as he slipped out of you, no doubt a mess all over the couch that now had to be cleaned.

“Hell I love you, I’ve always loved you” he told you after a beat and you smiled up at him, realizing you should’ve read dirty books around him sooner.

“We’ll in that case, let’s do this again”

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[tenelkadjowrites]

Wallflower - Part Three - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

PART ONE HERE. PART TWO HERE.

🌻 Summary: While your feelings towards nerdy Seonghwa continue to deepen, your relationship with your coworkers and job further deteriorate. 

🌻 Word count: 10.7k

🌻 Genre & warnings: nerdy seonghwa with coworker reader. fem pronouns for reader. descriptions of anxiety and a panic attack. dirty talk. hand job. spanking (reader receiving). masturbation. semi public sexual activities. unprotected sex. creampie. 

🌻 Tags are now moved to the bottom of the fic.

this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

               In your dream, you’re stuck behind a soundproof glass that has encircled your desk. Seonghwa is on the other side, sitting at his cubicle, typing away. You keep trying to get his attention but it’s useless. You bang your hands against the glass, growing frustrated. It’s becoming difficult to breathe. Your computer turns on, showing white static like an old TV. The noise grows louder, making it hard to think. As you bang your hands against the glass again, there is a noise that sounds like someone has turned on a bathtub. Alarmed, you look over your shoulder. Water is pouring in from the top of the glass through a small hole. It sloshes around at your feet and the panic of being submerged is so intense that you throw your weight against the glass. Nothing happens. It’s up to your ankles now and rapidly rising. You scream but no sound comes out –

               And when you jolt awake, you find yourself staring at Seonghwa’s face. Panicked, you sit up, almost banging your head into his. He’s talking but you can’t make out what he is saying. Your heart is pounding so fast that it feels as though it’s going to explode out of your chest. Seonghwa’s hands are on your upper arms and you can finally make out what he is saying.

               “It’s a nightmare. Hey, it was just a nightmare. You’re awake, it’s okay, you’re awake.”

               He’s right. One wild glance shows that you’re in your bedroom, wearing just your skirt from earlier, Seonghwa still naked with the sheets around his waist. You take in a shuddery breath, trying to calm down.

               “What time is it?”

               Seonghwa glances at the clock on the bedside table. “A little past two.”

               “I’m sorry, did I wake you? I didn’t…” You shiver, suddenly cold.

               “Let me get you a shirt and some water,” Seonghwa says and before you can protest, he slides off the bed.

               The room is too dark to make anything out other than his silhouette as he grabs his boxers off the floor and glasses off the dresser. You watch him, trying to steady your accelerated breathing.

               “The top right drawer of the dresser,” You tell him, “Any shirt is fine.”

               He opens it, grabs one, hands it to you and then leaves to get some water from the kitchen. You slip into the shirt, tugging it down across your chest. Your heartbeat is still fast and it’s hard to pull yourself from the nightmare. It had simply felt so intense, from the loud static of the computer, the water cold against your feet and your desperation for Seonghwa to hear you.

               Seonghwa returns a minute later with a glass of water, handing it to you. After thanking him, you take a long sip as he gets back into bed next to you.

               “Do you want any?” You ask quietly when finished and he gives a small shake of his head. You place it on the bedside table. “I’m sorry that I woke you.”

               “It’s alright, really.”

He is close to you now, warm, comforting, safe, and even though you should be mindful of how he is just your friend even with having sex involved, you lean forward and embrace him.

               Seonghwa seems surprised for a millisecond before his arms wrap around you. Your head rests on his shoulder, hands resting against the smooth skin of his back.

               “I was in some glass box at work. It was soundproof and filling with water. You were at your cubicle. I couldn’t get your attention and I knew I was going to drown,” You recall the nightmare aloud, “It’s silly, I know. And not real.”

               “Your brain doesn’t know it isn’t real. It reacts accordingly,” He seems to be thinking for a moment because he then adds quietly, “But I heard you, didn’t I? That’s how I woke you up.”

               The words calm you, the logic wiggling in your brain and taking root there. Seonghwa had heard you. Not in the nightmare but in reality where he woke you up and pulled you out of there. You soften in his arms, closing your eyes.

               It feels good to have him here. Everything about Seonghwa radiated a calm, collected energy which was something you aren’t sure you possess anymore. Even though you have kept reminding yourself that he isn’t for you, that he is more of a friend than anything else, it didn’t seem as if your body listened. The way you responded to his touch, calmed down around him and felt safe all made a small voice in the back of your head say you were intentionally ignoring something quite obvious.

               “Do you want to lay back down?” His voice is gentle, and you are nudged away from your potentially brooding thoughts.

               You nod but can’t bring yourself to let go which results in your head back on his chest, curled against him after he removes his glasses. His fingers trail down your back, and you can feel your heartbeat begin to slow. With Seonghwa laying back down, your attention is drawn to his body. You fight the urge to reach out and touch him there, reminding yourself that he needs to go back to sleep.

               But as the nightmare fades from memory, it’s difficult not to want him again. Everything just feels so perfect with Seonghwa, including sex. The pleasure blots out the worries about work, your unhappiness, your lack of friends – all of it fades when he touches you.

               Trying to play it off casually, your hand moves lower against his stomach. His skin is warm to the touch. You are thinking about how big he is, how long it took to get him inside your cunt. Your fingers are on the top of his boxers now, hovering, torn between going to bed or asking if you could make him feel good.

               Seonghwa stirs a little and then whispers, “What are you thinking about?”

               You could lie. But that doesn’t feel like a true option. So, you go, “I was thinking about touching you. But then I was scolding myself that you want to get some sleep.”

               He pauses for a moment. You can hear the small inhale of his breath. The room is quiet, far removed from any noise of street traffic. Occasionally, it could feel isolating. Tonight, it just makes you grateful for Seonghwa’s steady presence.

               “You can touch me,” His voice is a rumble in your ear pressed against his chest.

               Your hand travels downward, touching him outside his boxers. You’ve had a collection of lovers over the years but this compelling emotion of wanting to make someone feel this good is new. Seonghwa has made you cum more in a short amount of time than anyone else did and has been putting your pleasure first constantly. You want to give that back to him with such intensity that you don’t even give yourself time to analyze why it’s such an overflowing emotion because you’re afraid of what the answer is going to be at the end.

               Seonghwa shivers, his hand briefly going still against your back as you continue to touch him. His cock is growing hard in his boxers. It is too dark to make out anything other than the outline of his bulge. It strains against the fabric as you continue to rub. His breathing has changed, deepening with each movement of your fingers.

               Your hand goes to the top of his boxers, tapping two fingers against Seonghwa’s stomach. He gets the message, raising his hips just enough for you to tug down his boxers, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric. It lays thick and heavy against his stomach, and when you bring your hand around it, Seonghwa shudders. His length is warm and rock hard in your palm.

               “It’s kinda impressive I got this thing inside me,” You remark quietly.

               “Are you teasing me?” He replies, his voice as light as a feather.

               “Just a little,” You admit.

               After spitting into your hand, very slowly you stroke his cock. Your hand is small against his girth but you make the best of the situation. You like how Seonghwa’s breath is quickening as you continue to slowly move your hand up and down. There is precum glistening at the tip of his cock now and you bring your hand up to smear it across his length.

               “Can I ask you something? It’s a vanity question,” Seonghwa’s voice is uneven and after you nod, he continues, “Did I uh…well, the rumor. Did it end up being true…for you?”

               “Which part?” You are playing coy now, taking secret pleasure in hearing Seonghwa’s embarrassed tone.

               Your speed increases a little and Seonghwa lets out a tiny moan. The sound makes you wet, drives you to keep going because you want him to make more noise, to crumble completely underneath your touch.

               “The entire –” He groans softly as you keep going, stopping only to make sure to get collect his precum to use as a lubricant, “Entire rumor.”

               “I don’t remember it,” You continue to tease him, “Can you remind me?”

               His free hand is gripping the bed sheets as you keep going. You can hear the sound of his sticky cum against your hand, tilting your face upwards to look at his changing expressions and the pink hue across his cheeks.

               “The r-rumor that I can fuck well,” He says and he looks torn between being shy enough to melt into the bed and horny enough to buck his hips against your hand, “And that I – fuck,” He loses his train of thought as your speed increases, jerking him off hard and fast.

               You’re so wet that you’re practically dripping for him but your only focus is on Seonghwa. His head rolls back at one point as the pleasure heightens, his gasp ragged. He looks like a far cry from the well put together nerd at the office which somehow makes it hotter.

               Still, he tries to complete his earlier sentence. “And that I have a big dick,” He says it quickly as if he is afraid of losing himself to how good it feels.

               “Don’t forget the eating pussy,” You reply casually as if your hand isn’t a mess of his cum, listening to his growing noise of moans and groans, “But yes, I think the rumor was entirely true about you, Seonghwa.”

               “O-oh, good,” He manages to say and you know he is close to finishing by the fragile sound of his voice.

               “Now, are you going to blow your load all over my hand or do you wanna keep talking?”

               Seonghwa lets out a strangled groan, bucking his hips against your hand as he begins to cum, the words pushing him to climax. You watch his expressions change as he finishes, taking note of the way he bites down hard on his bottom lip, how tightly his eyes close, the flush of colour against his skin. Something flutters in your chest at the sight.

               His cum is hot against your skin, covering your hand and spilling out over his abdomen. Before you can even say another word, Seonghwa shifts onto his side, grabbing your leg and hoisting it over his hip while bringing his hand down to your cunt. His fingers find your clit immediately and the touch makes you gasp.

               “God, you’re fucking soaked,” His voice is hoarse as he rubs your clit, “You’re going to cum in seconds.”

               You try to reply but your body is shivering and Seonghwa kisses you. Your moans are muffled against his mouth as he furiously works your clit. His tongue is in your mouth; he takes over your senses. Your body responds to him in a way it never has to anyone else.

               He is right – your orgasm begins in seconds. You are cumming against his hand, weak against his touch. Waves of pleasure overtake you, spurned on by his gentle words to keep going. By the time your climax subsides, all thoughts of the nightmare are washed away and replaced with the warmth of Seonghwa.

               Enveloped in him, it doesn’t take long to fall back asleep.

*

               The Monday morning meeting is one of the dullest events of the week but lately, they have become an intolerable exercise in trying not to quit on the spot. They always ran too long on account of Sir Dipshit not knowing when to stop, ultimately talking about things that had no bearing on the matters at hand.

               You are chafing to get out of the stuffy meeting room.

               “This Friday, remember, we are allowing everyone to wear jeans! Very exciting,” Sir Dipshit clasps his hands together, “We might even do it next Friday too!”

               “Yippie,” You mumble, eyes scanning the crowd again to find Seonghwa. This is tricky because he is slightly behind you which means glancing at him never looks natural.

               He is tucked away in the corner, leaning against the wall because Sir Dipshit never brings the right amount of seats for everyone. His button up shirt is pastel blue, crisp without any wrinkles. His tan slacks with a simple black belt finish off his outfit. As usual, his light blonde hair is slightly messy and he looks attentively through his large glasses. You have no idea how he can look so alert. But you suppose he enjoys his job unlike yourself.

               You feel so many different emotions while looking at him that it makes it difficult to pinpoint just one. A month ago, Seonghwa was just the nerdy coworker and now he’s…well, not only someone you’ve slept with, someone you know now in a manner that no one else in the office does, but he’s your friend.

               But ‘friend’ doesn’t seem to fit how you see him. Which just makes things more confusing since there is nothing about Seonghwa that is your type romantically as you remind yourself a thousand times a day. He’s also given no indication that he sees you as anything other than a friend to casually have sex with. Except the way he holds you afterwards, a tiny and annoying voice says in the back of your head which you staunchly ignore.

               As if sensing your gaze on him, Seonghwa glances over in your direction. Your eyes lock for the briefest moment and Seonghwa mimics falling asleep. Your lips twist in a smile as you look away.

               “What’s so funny?” Your coworker whispers.

               “Nothing,” You lie immediately, still feeling as though whatever is going on with Seonghwa is something to be kept private.

               Your coworker stares at you for a beat longer before settling back in her chair, dropping the subject. You know that it is a matter of time before someone starts to notice your friendship with Seonghwa which will naturally bring rumors about dating since everyone is bored to tears in the office. You will never hear the end of it from your circle of coworkers that you have coffee with and the future headache looms in the distance. Seonghwa has often been the subject of many a conversation mocking him much to your ever growing guilt. The entire thing reminds you of high school in the worst way possible.

               Sir Dipshit finally frees you ten minutes later as everyone spills out of the meeting room to drag their heels back to their cubicles. You don’t want to go to your desk but you didn’t want to be in the meeting either. You just simply don’t want to be here.

               Instead, you wander over to the watercooler, taking your sweet time. You feel Seonghwa’s presence before you see him, looking over your shoulder.

               “Dallying too?” You ask.

               “Sorta,” He replies, grabbing his own small paper cup, “I saw you over here and wanted to say hi.”

               You can feel the butterflies in your stomach and steadfastly pay no attention to them. The early morning light is slanting through the windows of the office, making Seonghwa’s hair shine.

               “Was just trying to stay awake during that meeting,” You say, trying not to picture him naked underneath his office attire or think about how his tongue felt in your mouth, “He just talks so fucking much.”

               “Yeah, he is quite enchanted with the sound of his own voice,” Seonghwa replies but you catch the way his eyes flick down to your waist before leaning forward to fill up his cup.

               You swallow hard, looking at the curve of his neck. Your entire body is screaming for him and it is distracting. After he left Saturday morning, the two of you only casually texted the rest of the weekend. There had been nothing sexual about the conversation, leaving you back with the original feeling of floating between friendship and sex. Things always felt the most natural when you were wrapped up in him after sex. Otherwise, there seemed to be something awkward hovering in the air.

               Seonghwa straightens, fixing his glasses and then going, “How are you feeling today? With being here?”

               You exhale slowly, “Honestly, not that great. But I’ll get over it.”

               His eyes narrow a little. “You know, there are other places you could work. You don’t have to feel trapped here if you’re that unhappy.”

               “Yeah but…you know, I’ve been with this company for a while now and sorta climbed my way to this spot. And there’s still more to climb.”

               “Sure, I get that,” He takes a sip of water and you stare at his Adam’s apple, “But what’s the point of the climb if you don’t enjoy it?” He finishes with a shrug.

               You stare at him, the words sounding like a thunderclap in your head. You aren’t even sure what to say.

               Seonghwa crushes the small cup in his large hand, making your emotions a confusing mess of work angst and horniness. He tosses it into the bin.

               “I’ll talk to you later,” He says with a small wave.

               You nod, watching Seonghwa go, torn between pulling him into an empty office somewhere and fucking him or staring at the wall as a mental cacophony of doubt and fear about work bounces around your skull.

               In the end, you do what you’re paid to do – sit at your desk and pretend to be busy.

*

               Lunch hour, sitting at the same table, in the same chair at the coffee shop across the street. You are staring at your unfinished muffin with a trickle of disdain. Around you, the usual round of gossip has commenced. You can’t believe it is only one in the afternoon. The thought of going back into the office is oppressive but so is staying here and drinking your coffee.

               “Well, that’s cuz everyone in the software and IT departments are nerds of the worst kind,” Someone is saying while you stare at your coffee as if it can tell your fortune. “I mean, accounting is pretty bad too.”

               “Yeah but Sir Dipshit loves accounting. When he talks to any of the computer geeks in software, you can tell he doesn’t feel like the smartest guy in the room anymore so he hates it,” Another coworker says.

               Your mind is still stuck on what Seonghwa had said by the watercooler. But what’s the point of the climb if you don’t enjoy it? You think about how focused you’ve been on your career and nothing else, how so many things fell to the wayside over the years, your nice apartment that gives you no joy, and how you’ve never stopped to consider what sort of life you actually want. If anyone else had sounded like the Hannah Montana movie while trying to give you advice, you would have ignored them. But the words coming from Seonghwa are taking root in your chest.

               You only tune back into the conversation when your gossipy coworker says, “He likes Seonghwa because every time that guy talks, Sir Dipshit can quietly take a nap.”

               The chorus of titters is what pushes you over the edge. Looking up from your coffee, you snap, “Aren’t we bored? Every day we come over here and waste the entire hour shit talking people in the office because our lives are fucking boring.”

               “Jesus, what the hell is your problem?”

               Your gossipy coworker narrows her eyes, suspicion lining her features. “She’s got a crush on Seonghwa, that’s what it is.”

               You can feel your cheeks growing warm at the accusation. “I do not. I’m just bored of talking about the same people all the time in the worst way possible.”

               “You were fine with it until it involved Seonghwa. Once that rumor of his big dick popped up, you’re suddenly his staunch defender even though you’ve made fun of him plenty of times,” She goes on relentlessly and you flinch, knowing she isn’t exactly wrong, “So, why don’t you save the holier-than-thou attitude you’ve gotten lately.”

               You stand up. Your skin is hot and not in a fun way; it feels as if there are tiny bugs wiggling around underneath the surface. You’re weary of the gossip, you’re burnt out on the daily routine and yes, the guilt at sitting around as people make fun of Seonghwa is burning you up.

               “If you’re so curious about Seonghwa, why don’t you go hang out with him then?” Your gossipy coworker continues, clearly relishing the moment that has been building for ages.

               “At least it would be a nice change of pace compared to sitting around here talking about the same stuff,” You snap, grabbing your bag, “Masquerading as the mean girls in a shitty movie set in high school.”

               You storm off, hearing giggling behind you as your coworker says something you can’t make out. Your heart is racing and the palms of your hands feel itchy. The office building looms in front of you but staying near them is also too much.

               You know you’ve effectively burned a bridge with the only sort of ‘friend group’ you have at work. Some part of you doesn’t care while the other side cares very much. It had been so easy to fall in with them; maybe you’ve always hated working here and hanging out with them made it easier to hide from.

               But the guilt at everything you’ve ever said negatively about Seonghwa is slamming into your chest with the force of a sledgehammer. You enter the building, hurriedly pressing the button for your floor, wondering what would happen if you just left early. Would Sir Dipshit notice? Would anyone care?

               By the time you step off the elevator, you can feel the start of a full blown panic attack tugging on the edges of your brain. Your eyes sweep the office floor which is emptier than usual due to most people on their lunch hour. But you spot Seonghwa walking away from the fax machine, a slightly annoyed expression on his face (which most people had whenever they needed to use the fax machine).

               You walk towards him, each footfall heavy in your head. Seonghwa looks surprised at the sight of you walking towards him so aggressively. You aren’t even sure what you’re going to say until you get in front of him, open your mouth and –

               A choked sob comes out instead of any words. He looks immediately alarmed, reaching out for your arm before stopping himself, his hand hovering in the air.

               “I think I’m gonna have a panic attack,” You manage to mumble, wishing you were not about to embarrass yourself in front of the whole office.

               Seonghwa doesn’t miss a beat, going, “Follow me,” and heads back towards the elevator.

               You listen to him, unsure where he is going to take you. Your vision is blurring with tears and your chest is growing tighter by the second. The elevator doors close. You’re aware that you are making some strange breathing noises as your entire body feels more and more off kilter. Seonghwa doesn’t say anything. The doors open and he tells you again to follow him.

               It is a lot colder down here and so quiet that it is almost unsettling. You realize Seonghwa has brought you down to the server room where no one would have any reason to be here. He pushes open a door to a small office and you immediately sit down at the computer chair before exploding into tears.

               Seonghwa crouches in front of you, his hands tentatively resting on your knees while looking upwards. “What can I do?” He asks in a soft voice.

               His kindness doesn’t help, not now as you mentally beat yourself up. Your breathing is ragged as if your lungs are struggling to work properly. The tears are a wild thing now, like a creature being trapped, and when you speak, each word is punctuated with a horrible gasp.

               “I was having coffee with everyone and they – I don’t get along with them and I don’t like them or myself around them – so I said as much and – ” Your words are cut off as a fresh sob escapes from in between your lips, “And I hate it here and I hate this job but I don’t know what else to do at this point because I’ve worked my entire life to land here and I’m miserable.”

               Seonghwa opens his mouth to reply but you give a firm shake of your head. You can’t take him being kind to you, not without him knowing all of it.

               “I’m not a good person. I’ve made fun of you so many times before we began to hang out. Just casual comments here and there without thinking too much about you as a person. Because I was bored. And I’m ugly inside. I’m sorry,” You finish, crying so hard now that you think you’re going to snap in half.

               You can’t make out Seonghwa anymore since you’re crying too much. The office is cold, your skin has broken out into goosebumps and you feel very small in this office. The guilt that was eating away at you has now been vomited up into the world but you don’t feel any better.

               “Hey, you don’t think that I’m not aware of the jokes made about me?” Seonghwa says in a tone of someone trying not to startle a deer, “I know it’s easy to make fun of the guy who builds Lego kits for fun and has a stack of Animal Crossing amiibo cards. It doesn’t bother me.”

               “You’re lying,” You shake your head, “You’re still trying to be nice to me.”

               At this, Seonghwa laughs quietly. “What do you want me to do? Punish you because you cracked some jokes about my interests before we even knew each other?”

               “Yes!” You exclaim, “I need you to tell me I’m a bad person and that we can’t be friends anymore.” You rub your eyes furiously, knowing your makeup is a lost cause at this point.

               “What people say doesn’t impact me. Everyone always has something to say about me what I like and how I dress. If I paid attention to them, I’d be wasting all my energy on trying to get people to like me or know me,” He shrugs, “I have friends and family that I care about. Those are the people whose opinions matter to me.”

               “You’re the worst,” You squeak out, “You’re just so likeable all the time.”

               Seonghwa laughs louder at this remark and your crying begins to lessen. He raises up his hand and brushes some tears off your cheek. “You didn’t know me when you said those things. Everyone gets bored at work, wants to find something to talk about. Now that you know me, you felt so bad about what you said, you come to me crying about it.”

               “Even after we became friends, they would make jokes about you and I just let them. I like how I feel when we hang out –” Realizing how that sounds, you quickly backtrack, “I don’t mean just…I mean hanging out as friends. Not just the physical…anyway I just didn’t want them to know because I liked having this friendship that wasn’t tied to work. It wasn’t something work knew about. It was just mine. I got selfish. So if they talked about you, I stayed silent.” The tears are threatening to make a return and your bottom lip quivers. “But that was shitty of me. You deserve better. I’m sorry.”

               You are expecting anger at the confession that even after being friends with him and sleeping together, you still let people shit talk him. Or maybe that’s just want you wanted – your anger at yourself for not defending him, engaging in the shit talking, all the little jokes about him over the years, only noticing him because of a rumor, keeping him a secret because it suited you, all of it should lead Seonghwa down the path of being disgusted with you. It is what you deserve.

               But the expression on his face doesn’t change. “Listen, I appreciate the apology. I forgive you. It’s okay.”

               “No, it’s not okay,” You reply quickly, wishing he understood, “Why are you being so nice about it?”

               Seonghwa shifts his weight a little while reaching for your hand. His touch is minor but feels like an anchor. Feels like something more than friends, that frustrating little voice whispers.

               “I know my life. I know what I like, what I don’t, and who I want to spend time with. I know how to do my job and I know when to focus on a hobby, regardless of how it may be perceived as nerdy or whatever. I’m at ease with myself. You’re not at ease with yourself. You hate your job. You don’t have a social circle other than an honestly obnoxious set of coworkers who are bored with their lives. You’re lost and you’re unhappy.”

               “Damn, alright,” You breathe out, “Listen, I was expecting the friendship to be ended, not to be dragged to hell.”

               Seonghwa fights off a smile, his thumb gently grazing the top of your hand. “What you need right now is compassion, not hostility. You’re having a rough time and trying to make the best of it. I forgive you for anything you may have joked about me in the past.”

               “I also didn’t believe the rumor about you,” You say weakly, in one last final attempt to get the anger you felt you deserved, “I scoffed at it. Laughed at it even.”

               “Well, I think we got the rumor squared away, don’t you? Unless I misunderstood the gibberish sounds coming out of your mouth the other night,” He teases quietly.

               You let out a noise that sounds like a half cry, half laugh and rub your eyes again. You want to kiss him, you want him to hold you. But you’re at work, you’ve destroyed your makeup – and the two of you are still ultimately friends. It isn’t a friend who would kiss you at this moment.

               “How terrible do I look?” You ask, wondering if you could possibly pretend you threw up and leave early.

               But Seonghwa’s gaze only softens as he replies, “You look beautiful.”

*

               You end up sneaking out of the office early before anyone can catch sight of you. Back at your apartment, you scrub your face clean and change into the comfiest clothes you have.

               Then you just sit in silence on the couch, trying to work through the events of the afternoon. Tomorrow, you could apologize to your coworkers and try to fix things. But you don’t actually want to especially after apologizing to Seonghwa. It feels wrong to then go back to them.

               I care about Seonghwa more than a group of catty coworkers, you think but try not to analyze it too much. When it comes to Seonghwa, things are starting to feel a bit more than muddled with how you see him.

               You’re not at ease with yourself. You hate your job. You don’t have a social circle other than an honestly obnoxious set of coworkers who are bored with their lives. You’re lost and you’re unhappy. Everything Seonghwa has said today is true. His earlier words about the climb being enjoyable also float around.

               I’ve been so busy with work I haven’t stopped to think about if I even want to be doing what I do every day. But if I don’t want to do this, then what should I be doing? That same lost feeling is creeping up on you. You’ve been running from it for ages. To face it would mean everything in your life changing and that scares the hell out of you too. Maybe it’s easier to be miserable in a setting you know versus trying something new and not feeling the ground underneath your feet.

               Your phone buzzes then. You know it is going to be Seonghwa before you check the text.

               “How are you feeling?”

               “Okay, I guess. Are you still at work?”

               “I’m leaving in a few,” There is a pause as the next message takes longer to be typed out, “Let me know if I can do anything.” is what it ultimately says.

               “I will, thanks.”

               In truth, you want nothing more than to forget about the day by tumbling into Seonghwa’s arms. But you have been increasingly relying on him to distract you from the utter confusion of your life which isn’t right.

               On top of that, Seonghwa comes with his own set of confusion as well. The two of you are friends with benefits but the annoying way you get butterflies around him, and the way you wanted him to kiss you after being so comforting earlier was definitely not friendly. Now those feelings you weren’t quite ready to sit in yet.

               You were starting to get the sensation of being at the top of a rollercoaster right before it dropped. You just weren’t sure if you would survive the fall.

*

               You manage to cobble yourself together to return to work the next day although the giggles when walking past your coworkers tells you everything needed about that door closing. You feel weary, unable to care, knowing that things are shifting in your life but no idea where they are going to land.

               In the short term, however, that meant your routine of coffee across the street is busted. You could just eat lunch at your desk but thinking about spending time willingly in your cubicle makes you feel faintly sick.

               This realization leads you to seeking out Seonghwa around noon, wondering what he does during his lunch hour. You’ve seen him pop by the coffee shop a few times but not with any sort of regularity.

               He is in his cubicle, typing away in an overly long e-mail. You hover, aware that by asking him to hang out at work, it will be signaling to everyone on the floor the two of you are friends. But your desire to be around him is stronger than stares and rumors.

               “Seonghwa,” You say by way of greeting, “What are you doing?”

               “Finishing up an e-mail Sir Dipshit won’t read,” He replies grimly.

               You wonder if Sir Dipshit is aware the nickname you and your coworkers created for him has spread around the entire office to the point that even Seonghwa is casually using it. The thought pleases you.

               You lean down to look at his computer screen. Seonghwa stops typing, tilting his face in your direction. It mirrors the same position from before when he was helping you update your computer. You scan the e-mail, steadfastly ignoring the quickening of your heart.

               “Yeah, he won’t read this,” You confirm, “You have some words in here that have like eight letters or more in them.” He laughs and your brain buzzes pleasantly. “For the sake of honesty, I have no one to hang out with on my lunch hour anymore. What do you do?”

               “I usually go to the cafeteria on the fifth floor.”

               You turn to stare at him incredulously. “You don’t.”

               “I do. Why is that shocking?”

               “I just didn’t know anyone who actually goes there. I heard the food is apocalyptic.”

               “I’m pretty sure it’s made out of ex-employees,” He says with mock seriousness, “That’s why I bring my own lunch. I just don’t want to eat at my cubicle.”

               “Can I tag along?”

               “Sure,” He says quickly, hitting send on the e-mail, “Let’s go.”

*

               “No, explain it again,” You are saying twenty minutes later at one of the sterile tables in the mostly empty cafeteria.

               “You’re making fun of me,” Seonghwa says dryly, “You think it’s silly.”

               “No, I’m not saying it’s silly. I’ve just never sat around thinking about what I’d be doing in another universe.”

               “Maybe you should,” He counters, “You wouldn’t feel so limited in your current life.”

               You poke at the sandwich that was purchased after realizing you didn’t actually have anything to eat for lunch. A lukewarm cup of coffee is to your side – not up to your standards but what could you do about it? The coffee shop was off limits for now.

               “So, what…in another universe, at this very moment, you could be…a prince.”

               Seonghwa looks slightly perplexed. “I suppose so,” He replies slowly, “And you could be my childhood bully. Still talking shit about me even there.”

               Your head snaps up from looking at your sandwich, worried he is actually upset about your gossiping about him. But he is hiding his laughter, clearly making fun of you.

               “Hey,” You scowl, “You’re my singular friend, don’t scare me like that.”

               Seonghwa looks strangely serious for a second, looking down at his meal. “We are still friends, right?”

               You find the question curious and reply with a casual, “Well, yeah, of course.”

               He shifts a little. His hair has fallen in front of his glasses, making it difficult to read his expression. You aren’t sure what Seonghwa is thinking about so you keep talking. “I mean, why wouldn’t we be? Unless I missed something.”

               “No,” He says quickly, “You didn’t miss anything. I just wanted to make sure. Since you know…” He looks up then, making a small gesture between the two of you. “Sometimes things can change when physical…stuff is brought into it.”

               You are sitting very still now, almost at the centre of a tornado in your chest. “No, I mean, we are still – we get along really well. I think we have a good…friendship.” But the word feels wrong in your mouth, a bit sour for some reason.

               Seonghwa nods, his awkwardness radiating off him like a lighthouse helping ships to shore. “I assume…if we are going to date someone else, it would be best to…cut out the benefits part of the friendship. Since we’re…friends.”

               The mentioning of dating feels like a sucker punch to your stomach. The cheap coffee churns painfully in your gut.

               “Right, yeah, of course,” You say breezily in a tone that feels artificial and brittle, “That makes sense.”

               “I just wanted to check in and see if anything had changed,” He had collected himself now, displaying an almost professional demeanor, “But with everything going on, I hadn’t been able to. Sorry to bring it up over lunch.” It is a signal the conversation is over.

               But you are still snagged on the idea of Seonghwa dating someone else combined with the sudden knowledge that you couldn’t just casually fuck him forever. Eventually, time would bring changes, the very changes you feel exhausted running from.

               Desperate to get the earlier energy back, you go, “Hey, does your multiple universe theory work for other time periods? Like, could we have met in the 90’s?”

               “Sure, why not,” He has relaxed slightly. “You could be working at some department store or something.”

               “And maybe you just started working there too. And you have a secret. Something scandalous.”

               “A scandalous secret?” Seonghwa remarks incredulously, “Why are all your ideas so farfetched?”

               “Oh, that’s far-fetched but not the concept of multiple universes?”

               Seonghwa makes a noise of protest and the conversation continues. Even so, in the back of your head there is a dull throb. The ground is shifting underneath your feet, bringing you to the brink of making so many choices that you aren’t sure you’re ready for. Yet all you can picture is Seonghwa going on a date with someone else, wondering why it makes you feel vaguely ill.

*

               The work day is almost over and you’re anxious to get out of the building. Sir Dipshit is patrolling around the office, asking some people to stay late and you have no intention on being one of those selected. This meant loitering in the back of the break room, slightly angled to see down the hall. If you even get a whiff of your boss, you’d dart out of the room and scurry to the bathrooms.

               Nothing makes a grown woman feel more ridiculous than hiding out from her boss, you muse, hoping no one walks in and catches you acting weird.

               Of course, that is exactly when someone does walk in.

               Luckily, it is Seonghwa. He notices you immediately and raises one eyebrow. You bring a finger to your lips and motion for him to come over.

               “What are you doing?” He whispers.

               “Sir Dipshit is trying to recruit people to stay late and I will not be one of them.”

               “So…just tell him no.”

               “And get a lecture? That’s just as bad. I can’t handle a teamwork lecture right now.”

               “Why are you hiding in the break room instead of one of the offices in the back that we’re using as glorified storage?”

               “Oh, shit, I forgot about those.”

               You reach for Seonghwa’s hand, yanking him along with you after making sure the hallway is clear. Behind the break room is a hallway near the bathrooms that have three separate offices. After upper management was condensed last year and a bunch of people got laid off, the offices had fallen into disuse.

               You jiggle the handle of one which is locked. But the second office opens, allowing you to sneak inside and close the door behind Seonghwa. You pull down the blinds on the window facing the hallway and ram your back awkwardly into a gigantic pile of boxes.

               “Ow, why is this shit still in here?” You hiss.

               Seonghwa looks confused as to why he is hiding out alongside you. “No one wants to organize it and then scan the copies into the digital backup.”

               There is still an empty desk in the room although most of it is covered in clutter. You wiggle past some boxes and go behind the desk, eying underneath.

               “We could duck under here if we hear him.”

               “Uhm, can I be honest for a second?” He doesn’t wait for you to reply, “This feels a bit ridiculous.”

               “Well, then leave,” You fire back, “But I have twenty minutes to kill and you’re casting a shadow against the blinds. So make a choice.”

               Seonghwa sighs but doesn’t leave, sliding through an opening in the clutter to stand next to you by the desk. There isn’t a lot of room – or light, seeing as the window is blocked with boxes almost touching the ceiling.

               “This is extremely disorganized,” Seonghwa notes, pushing up on his glasses, “It should probably be tended to.”

               “Why don’t you volunteer?”

               “Well, I, uh, with the work I have, I don’t really have the time to sort through all of this.”

               “Right and I bet if you ask every single person in this entire building, they’d say the same thing.” A noise in the hallway gets your attention, “Shit, be quiet.”

               You pull on Seonghwa’s hand so that he crouches down behind the desk with you. There is a brief shadow against the blinds but it only lasts for a moment. Most likely someone heading to the bathroom. It suddenly hits you how absurd it is to be hiding out here. Maybe Seonghwa is right.

               You turn your head in his direction to tell him as much. But Seonghwa is studying your face with such intensity that the words die in your throat. There is something unguarded in the expression, a rawness to it that you aren’t expecting and it is evident he hadn’t thought you were going to look at him in that second. But before you can say anything, Seonghwa is suddenly kissing you.

               Surprised, you pull away, looking at his face which now includes a lipstick mark smeared across his lips. “What’s that for?” You whisper, your heartrate accelerating so quickly that you’re breathless.

               “S-sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” He stammers, shaking his head, “I know we can’t – I shouldn’t do something like that at work.”

               You weren’t meaning work but the words die in your mouth as you tug on his nerdy looking suspenders so that his lips are on yours again. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat as the kiss deepens. His hand goes to the back of your neck, pushing you against his body.

               Sprawled out in the narrow space behind the desk, the two of you pawing at one another as if you’re in the back of a movie theatre, you press your hand down against his groin, feeling his hard cock through his slacks. Seonghwa inhales sharply as his hands grope your tits. He sucks on your tongue for a moment as you hitch up your skirt so it’s easier to straddle him. His back is against the side of the desk and you rock against him, wishing that you could fuck him but knowing it would be a fool’s errand to try to take his girth at work when you can barely fit him inside you in your own bedroom.

               In between the kissing, you manage to say, “We can’t fuck at work.”

               “I know,” Seonghwa’s voice is taunt and cracks at the edge, “That’s playing with fire and too dangerous.”

               “What? No, I don’t care about that. Your dick is just too big and it takes too long for you to get in me.”

               Seonghwa laughs against your skin and then covers his own mouth, trying to keep himself silent. His cheeks are flushed and glasses are askew which you fix. But he has your lipstick over his face. So much for transfer proof, you think, slightly annoyed because the lipstick was not cheap.

               “Come home with me,” You whisper urgently, “We can come back for your bike.”

               Seonghwa is lowering his hand down your skirt, pressing his fingers against your clit through your underwear. You jolt at the touch, thighs clenching as he brings his fingers underneath your underwear to probe your wet folds.

               “Okay but first you have to cum,” He murmurs, “And you can’t make noise or take too long,” He moves a finger upwards to your clit, circling it lazily, “Judging by how wet you are, that second thing won’t be a problem.”

               Your hands dig into his shoulders, a strangled moan leaving your mouth. Seonghwa shakes his head, a silent reminder to be quiet. You clamp down on your bottom lip.

               You’re so wet that his finger keeps sliding off your clit but he doesn’t stop. He watches your ever changing facial expressions.

               But being silent is becoming impossible. When a second moan tumbles free, Seonghwa brings up his other hand to your mouth, nudging your lips open a little before inserting two fingers inside. You close down around them, effectively muffled by their presence as he continues to rub your clit.

               You know it is risky and silly to be doing something like this at work. Even if the offices are in disuse, there is still a risk of being caught. You simply can’t bring yourself to care enough to stop, not with Seonghwa making you feel this good. You enjoy the way he looks at you and enjoy biting down on his fingers when the pleasure becomes too much.

               It doesn’t take you long to finish against his finger. Your orgasm is somehow as intense as it would be from fucking for hours but between trying to be quiet and Seonghwa’s fingers in your mouth, you don’t make very much noise.

               Seonghwa brings his own finger to his mouth, tasting you against his tongue. You can feel his rock hard cock against your leg with how turned on he is from the entire situation. He pulls you in for another kiss and this one is slightly messy and on edge.

               “Twenty minutes, meet me at my car,” You whisper and then pause before adding on, ��But you should go to the bathroom first because my lipstick is all over you.”

               Seonghwa blushes, looking like a flower in spring, and your heart constricts.

*

               “You shouldn’t do that,” Seonghwa’s voice is cracked at the edges as his fingers dig into the edge of the passenger seat of your car, “Or…at least only do it at red lights,” He amends quickly.

               You pull your hand away from his groin, gripping the steering wheel instead. Fine, so maybe you are sorta groping him a bit on the drive home. But even though he made you cum only twenty-five minutes ago, you are almost light headed at the thought of fucking him. You don’t think you’ve wanted to fuck someone this desperately – something that, if you allowed yourself to think about it, would lead you down one logical conclusion. But your brain neatly skirts around the issue, focusing only on your desire for Seonghwa.

               “Good idea,” You reply, thinking the drive to your apartment has never taken longer.

               Seonghwa shifts in his seat, his hands delicately clasped over the very obvious, very large tent in his pants. You sneak a glance at him – the light colour on his cheeks, the pinkish hue of his lips, the way his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose – and look away before he notices.

               A couple seconds later, you get stuck at a red light which means your hand slides over his thigh and onto the bulge in his pants. He moves his hands away, inhaling sharply as you grope his dick.

               “Fuck, you gotta stop or you’re gonna make me cum in my pants,” He finally gasps, “At this point I’m going to last two seconds by the time I get in you.”

               “Well, it’ll take ages just to get your dick in me,” You reply while moving your hand away, “We can count that towards your time.”

               Seonghwa laughs quietly. His hands are back to gripping the side of the seat. The light turns green and it takes all your willpower not to just floor it to get home faster.

               After what feels like an eternity, you are at your apartment, turning your car off. The two of you manage to keep your hands off one another in the lobby but once the elevator doors close to take you to the fifth floor, Seonghwa has you pushed against the wall, his hands on your waist while his tongue is in your mouth.

               Too swept up in one another, you only realize the elevator doors have opened when you hear a small, horrified gasp. Seonghwa pulls away from you, his cheeks a bright pink. An old lady with a scowl on her face is gawking at the two of you.

               You grab Seonghwa’s hand, tugging him out of the elevator past the judgmental old woman. “Have a nice night!” You shout over your shoulder while turning the corner.

               Seonghwa makes a noise that sounds like half laughter, half horror. As you fumble in your purse to try to find your keys at your front door, his hands sneak up to your ass, his chest against your back as he kisses your neck. You manage to fetch your keys but almost drop them on the floor when he bites down against your skin.

               Tumbling into your apartment together, Seonghwa kicks the door shut as you pull on his suspenders again to hungrily bring his mouth against yours. You are against the small table by the front door and something clatters to the floor which you don’t pay attention to, instead dropping your purse next to it.

               Seonghwa’s long fingers are trying to unbutton the front of your shirt as you slip the suspenders off his shoulders. You can’t explain why the desire is so overwhelming, spilling out from the both of you as he finally tugs your shirt off, hands immediately groping your tits through your bra. You just know that it far surpasses anything you’ve felt previously and that you won’t be able to think clearly until he has fucked the hell out of you.

               You push against his hard abdomen, the kiss breaking for a second as you motion to go to your bedroom. Even the short walk there is not without touching and kissing each other as Seonghwa unbuttons his own shirt and tossing it onto the floor just outside your room.

               You are so turned on that your skin feels as if it is made from pure electricity. You grip Seonghwa’s hair as you bring him in for a kiss, his soft locks wrapped around your fingers as you nip at his bottom lip with your teeth. He groans in your mouth, the desperation evident in the way his voice cracks.

               You lose your footing, bringing him onto the bed with you. His half dressed body is against yours as his head moves away from your lips down to your neck, yanking your bra down to expose your tits. Your arms trail up along the firm muscles of his back before coming to rest on his shoulders. Your mind flashes to how he felt pressed against your back in the hallway.

               “Seonghwa,” You murmur as his hand gropes your tit, pinching your nipple in between his fingers to make you jump, “Fuck me from behind.”

               His breathing catches and he pulls away from you to finish undressing while you do the same. With the rest of your clothes forming a small pile on the floor, you look at him naked in front of the bed. He is stroking his big hard cock, the light of the setting sun cutting through the half lowered blinds to lay lazily across his toned stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anyone more than Seonghwa in this moment.

               You turn around to get on all fours as Seonghwa runs his fingers down your back, stopping just above your ass. You shiver, your skin breaking out in goosebumps from the light touch.

               “Are you wet enough for me?” He asks quietly, his hand lowering to touch your folds, making a small noise of approval, “Oh, you’re practically dripping.”

               He gently presses down on your back to lower your body closer to the bed, your ass in the air as he nudges your legs apart wider to try to get ready for his cock. It’s easier to make your next request without having to look him in the face.

               “Will you spank me?”

               You can feel Seonghwa hesitate for a moment before he speaks, “Is this because of what you told me before?”

               “Yes.” Your cheeks feel like two hot tiny suns.

               “I told you I forgave you for gossiping about me.”

               “I know. I just…” It is strange to feel this shy especially around Seonghwa of all people. “I just have been thinking about it. You touching me like that.”

               His hand is on your ass now, a small weight against the skin. You know Seonghwa held no malice towards you about the gossip and it wasn’t even truly about the fact you had shit talked him before – that was just the setup, the excuse to let yourself daydream about him spanking you.

               “Tell me when you want me to stop,” He replies and then his other hand comes down sharply against your ass in a sudden spank.

               You gasp, unprepared for it, rocking forward slightly from the impact. It somehow felt better than you were expecting. This isn’t something you typically do with partners but the idea of nerdy Seonghwa with his long fingers spanking you refused to leave your mind. Now, after the first spank, you know that you want more.

               His other hand leaves your skin briefly to spank you on the other side. Your hands splay out against the blanket, gasping in pleasure from the sensation.

               “If you take my cock well, I’ll keep spanking you,” He says, positioning his length at your entrance.

               You’re desperate for him to enter you and when you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your cunt, you feel almost relieved. Seonghwa goes slowly, aware that even though you’ve taken him before, this position is new and you’re still not used to his girth.

               But you take the tip almost easily which rewards you with another heavy spank. You know that you’re soaking wet, already clenching down around the tip of Seonghwa when his hand smacks against your skin.

               “Relax for me,” His voice is soft, completely different from the sensation of his hand spanking your ass, “There you go, baby. Now, take more of me.”

               He moves his hips a little as your walls stretch out around his big dick. Taking him from behind feels completely different from the last time. Your brain feels as if someone has picked it up and is emptying it out across a beach, every thought being washed away by the growing pleasure.

               Seonghwa spanks you again, so hard that your hands form fists to grab the blanket. You gasp as his cock sinks deeper into your cunt. You try not to clench down around him, reminding yourself to relax so that more of him can enter but he feels so good that it is difficult to keep that in the forefront of your mind.

               Seonghwa presses down on your back again, your ass higher in the air so that he can push more of his length into your pussy. Your eyes are closed now, his name leaving your lips every few seconds as if it is some sort of chant.

               “Halfway,” He tells you, rewarding you with another sharp spank across your ass, making you groan, “I have to admit that I never thought I’d be fucking you like this, spanking you and hearing you moan.”

               You would reply if your brain could form any words. All Seonghwa gets in reply is a garbled moan as more of him enters your cunt.

               “Is this what you’ve been thinking about since you apologized? Being ‘punished’ like this?” Another spank as he pushes forward. Your pussy is so wet that you’re starting to take him faster. “It’s a beautiful sight seeing your ass in the air like this with my cock stretching out your small hole. What was that?” Another spank. “Was that you trying to say my name?”

               It was. His name leaves your mouth again just as jumbled up as before. You’re downright delirious from how turned on you are. He pushes his cock in harder this time, all the way to the edge. The final effort makes you groan, trying to move your ass backwards to meet his movement.

               Seonghwa’s voice is taunt when he goes, “There, baby, all the way in. Does it feel okay?”

               You know he is just checking in but describing how you currently feel as just ‘okay’ seems to be a big disservice. You moan out a ‘yes’ and Seonghwa tentatively rocks his hips, getting you ready to be fucked by him. At the same time, he brings his hand down hard against your ass. Your skin is tender now, making you jump at the touch which only means you rock back against his cock.

               He inhales, cursing softly under his breath. You almost wish that your room had a mirror so you could watch him fuck you. You try to picture what he must look like, lithe and toned with his slender hips bucking into you, his hand striking your ass, glasses perched on his nose.

               Your pussy is used to him now, taking his length easier with each small movement of his hips. Seonghwa begins to pull out a little more before thrusting back in. You moan, your eyes practically rolling back in your head as your cheek comes to rest against the blanket, unable to even pretend to hold yourself up any longer.

               Seonghwa’s pace steadily increases, his breathing growing ragged with each thrust. The angle feels amazing as his cock easily slides in and out of your extremely wet cunt. Your fingers grip the blanket, mouth going slack as moans topple from it constantly. There is not a single thought in your head as Seonghwa fucks you with his big dick.

               The spanking has ceased now that his focus has shifted on fucking. His fingers dig into your hips, the sound of your wet cunt taking his cock sounding obscene. You realize you’re drooling a bit, getting some on the blanket from how zoned out you are from pleasure. You manage to wiggle one hand downward to rub your clit as he fucks you, bucking your hips backwards as you gasp.

               “Are you going to cum for me?” Seonghwa gasps in between thrusts.

               You whimper, eyes shut tightly as your finger rubs your clit hard and fast, unable to answer. Your orgasm is approaching quickly, your pussy tightening around Seonghwa’s big cock. He groans and the sound of skin against skin grows louder as his pace increases.

               “Take my cock, baby,” He says and you curse, moving your hips backwards against his dick, “I wanna feel you cum around me.”

               You groan out his name as your climax begins. You can feel yourself gushing out over his cock, covering it with your wetness as your walls clench down around him. Seonghwa moans loudly, thrusting hard before beginning his own orgasm. His balls empty in your cunt, filling you up with his hot load. Your pussy is too tight and his cum is forced out due to the size of him, smearing against your thighs and leaking onto the bed. The two of you make a cacophony of noise while climaxing and it isn’t until he pulls out of your cunt that you collapse against the bed, feeling like a fucked out mess.

               Seonghwa falls onto the bed next to you, his eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. You manage to open your eyes to stare at him as he yanks his glasses off his face, tossing them unceremoniously onto the bedside table before rolling onto his side.

               A few strands of hair sticks to his forehead from sweat and you turn to face him, brushing it off his face. He catches your hand in his, pressing his lips against the inside of your wrist. You aren’t sure who moves first but in seconds, you’re tangled up in Seonghwa again. You like how safe you feel against him, your hands on his chest to feel his fast heartbeat underneath your fingertips. These kisses are slower, lazier, comfortable – and absolutely not something just friends should be doing. The little voice in the back of your head jolts you out of the kissing.

               Pulling away, feeling totally thrown off, you go, “I should ah…clean up a little.”

               Something flickers through Seonghwa’s gaze but it is gone too quickly for you to make sense of it. He nods and you slip away from him, feeling a pang of regret. Once you’re in the bathroom with the door firmly shut behind your back, you catch your reflection in the mirror.

               Your makeup is a mess, your ass definitely is going to have Seonghwa’s handprints on it, your thighs are covered in cum and you look absolutely fucked out. But it isn’t your appearance that is making your heart race. It’s the soft kisses Seonghwa just gave you, the way he is so easy to sink against, the manner in which you feel drawn to him like no other.

               Your mind flashes back to the conversation at lunch and the idea of him dating someone else.

               We’re just friends, you tell yourself firmly.

               But then why does everything feel so off kilter?

FINAL PART HERE.

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[luv-elixir]

Cherry-Coloured Funk

Stepfather Leon S. Kennedy x Reader Your stepfather finally comes home after a long work trip and shows you how much he missed you.

Part of “Body Electric” series

18+ Content Warnings : Stepcest, power imbalance, fingering, p*ssy slapping, slight degradation, facial, stepfather!Leon, stepdaughter!reader

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION! I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ACTIONS WRITTEN BELOW; ALL THAT IS WRITTEN IS PURE FICTION AND FANTASY!

“Do you really have to go?”

“I’ll be back before you know it."

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That was two weeks ago. Two very long weeks of blue balls caused by being without his vixen of a stepdaughter.

Leon sighs as he enters the house, grateful for the quiet atmosphere.

He needed to think and get work off his mind.

He also needed to get his new wife off his mind.

They’d been having arguments nearly everyday and knowing he’d be back today opted to have a girls night at a friends.

Not that Leon really cared, you were home and that made everything better.

He knows he should stay out of your room, that he should wait until morning, but he’s missed your soft skin and vanilla perfume too much to wait.

After taking the fastest shower possible he softly opens your bedroom door, the tv light illuminating your sleeping figure covered by the floral duvet on your bed. Your hair is all splayed out and Leon can make out his old hoodie from his academy days on your exposed upper half.

“My baby,” he murmurs, slipping in beside you and pushing the hairs in your face back.

You turn and groan as your body makes contact with his, the familiarity both comforting and startling you out of sleep.

He hears your breathing pick up and sees your eyes shoot open.

“It’s just me baby,” he coos, stroking the back of your neck to lull you back to sleep.

It doesn't exactly work, you get your bearings and your eyes peel open and the smile that takes over your face has Leon’s heart beat speed up.

"You're home," the smile makes it into your voice and Leon can't help but feel love explode all through his chest.

"Yeah baby," he kisses your forehead just as you hook your knee to his narrow hip.

It's then, as you press further into Leon that he feels your thighs and his hands follow the curve of your skin and groans when he touches your bare cunt.

"No panties, sweetheart?" he tilts your chin upwards so you can't hide your sleepy eyes or your coy smile.

"I knew you’d be home," Leon shakes his head when you lean up to pepper kisses to his jaw.

"Little vixen." he curses, finally kissing your lips.

It's tentative at first and then his tongue prods into your mouth and licks at your own. His lips suck yours into his mouth, swallowing your moan as he pulls your hips into his. It’s wet and sloppy and has your cunt soaking through the material of his pants.

"Leon," you whine, his lips leaving yours to suck at the column of your neck.

He only hums, nipping and biting at the tender skin on your neck.

"Daddy please," your hips are rocking against his, and he sits up, pulling you with him as he changes positions and lays you flat on your back.

"Please what?" Leon says with a spank to your pussy.

Your answer is interrupted with him grinding his clothed hips into yours, a moan slipping past your lips as he brushes your wet cunt with his bulge.

"Please don't tease," he kisses you again, and this time even more wet.

"God baby," he coos, fingers spreading your cunt open so that he sees even more of your slick gushing out. "You miss me a lot?" It's mind numbing the way he uses words to make your mind melt and shut off.

He just says a couple nasty things and your brain short circuits.

His thumb brushes at your little hole, a smirk pulling on his lips as your hips buck into his touch.

"I asked you a question, baby."

His mouth is sucking at your clit almost immediately after he speaks, and your whines are breathy and high as your hands reach for his hair.

A broken, "Yes," manages to escape you and after that, it's the only coherent thing to leave your mouth.

Leon’s fingers finally slip into your cunt, and he loves how tight you feel.

"God," you cry, hips moving to meet the thrusts of Leon’s fingers, growing closer and closer to your orgasm. "I'm gonna come, please daddy."

He only hums, eyes meeting yours as your hands knot into his hair, holding his head still as you ride his tongue and fingers to your release.

"Atta girl, fuck yourself on my face." He praises, watching as you continue to ride his fingers and tongue till your orgasm fizzles out. Leon crooks his fingers in your pussy so they brush against your g-spot over and over again till he feels the tell-tale signs of another orgasm.

"Gimme another one, slut. Let me see you come again." Your mouth drops open as he rolls your clit and a second orgasm washes over you.

You can't fight his touch as Leon drags you to the very end of your orgasm and pats your cunt as he pulls his fingers out of you.

“Want your cock, daddy," your eyes are glazed over already, and Leon has to physically restrain himself from just slamming his fat cock into you.

"Yeah? How bad do you need it? How bad do you want your stepdads cock?" He likes playing this game with you, there's something about the way you spread your legs and offer your pussy over to him that makes his head swim with lust.

"So so bad, it’s all l've been thinking about since you left.” he wouldn’t even doubt your statement because you're all he's thought about too, “Please daddy, need your cock in me, You always fuck me so good."

He can't resist you anymore, and slides in, both of you groaning as he bottoms out in your tight cunt.

Your breath is short and sharp as he fucks into you, hands fisting the sheets as your hips match his thrusts. All you can think about is the way the head of his cock is pressing at just the right spot that has your toes curling with each thrust.

Tears pool on your lash line as his thumb finds your clit again, ready to pull a third orgasm from you.

"Oh fuck," you croon and Leon pulls back to slap at your clit. "You're gonna make me come again." you mewl, eyes full of tears as your pussy clamps around him.

"Yeah? Y'gonna make a mess?" your nails dig into Leon’s shoulders at his teasing, tears falling down your face as his thumb resumes rolling your clit. "Soak my cock, baby." the order has your back arched off the bed completely as you obey it, legs trembling from the force of your orgasm.

Leon manages to hold off his own till the very last second, holding the back of your neck to keep your slick bodies pressed together as he pumps his cock with his fist.

“There you go baby, fucking slut.” Leon mutters as his cum spurts on your face, giving you a sticky facial.

#leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #tw stepcest #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut

[tumblerlove]

Simon headcanons that no one asked for and that are true in my brain but probably not for other people, but idc...

-You best believe this man will open every single thing for you that you can't. He sees you struggle opening a jar he's there... you're about to open your door yourself, absolutely not happening... trying to open the car door, he's closing it back again and then opening it

-I fully believe that he's an ass smacker. He sees your ass and his hands are immediately on it. You're just standing their making dinner,*smack on the ass*. You're reaching down to grab something *smack on the ass*. You exist basically and he's smacking your ass...but with love duh

- Simon likes it when you two are out together and instead of holding hands. You guys will link arms and walk closely pulled together sharing eachothers space and heat. He thinks it even better then holding hands

-He likes it when you guys go for walks to just enjoy being outside and together. Simon likes going for sunset walks with you, and he watches you take 100 photos just to find the right one. He finds it cute how you don't need the biggest things to be happy, just a sunset and him, and your happy and so is he

-When he sees that you've fallen asleep on the couch watching TV or reading, he will carry you to bed with him no matter what. Like he refuses to sleep in the bed without you. He can barely stand it when he's away from you during deployment, and he doesn't have you next to him, so you bet your ass you will be in that bed with him

-He'll show up to your work, knowing you can work long hours some days. He'll bring you something to eat or drink every time telling you that, "You need your strength and to be taken care of." He likes watching you be in the zone taking care of things and seeing you be in your element

- He got you into watching soccer with him, and he finds it so cool how you want to learn about it and are actually interested in it. It makes his heart explode, knowing that you wanna spend time with him like that

-He gets you flowers at least twice a week. It just randomly started one day. He'd gone to the store and saw how pretty they were and thought you'd like them. Since then, you've gotten flowers weekly

-If anyone asks if he's with anyone, he's instantly like, "Yup, my girl, she's the best." He tells them how you're so smart ,kind, and beautiful. He talks more about you than himself... but nothing personal for safety reasons

-He loves it when he comes home and he can hear music and you singing before he even opens the door. He'll be quiet and just stare at you while you dance and sing around. It's like his own personal concert watching you. Once you notice him, he's got the biggest grin from trying to stay quiet

I'll probably add to this when I have an ephiany

#simon ghost riley #Simon ghost riley blurb #ghost x reader #ghost cod #blurb #simon headcanons #simon fluff

[herlv3r]

tip toe

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.

୨୧ synopsis: as le sserafim’s comeback had just released, your girlfriend is extremely busy with promotions and is under strict supervision. her managers have clearly warned you to stay away for the time being, but is that really going to stop you?

୨୧ pairing: gf!chaewon x fem!reader

୨୧ genre: fluff

୨୧ a/n: stream fimmies new mini album or else i WILL hunt you down

you grip on your fimbong as anticipation builds up in you like you’re about to explode. sitting in front of your tv, the screen counts down from its final minute. as the countdown nears its end, you can’t help but to stand up, adrenaline filling your veins.

even though your girlfriend already spoiled you their new song, you can’t help the excitement as if you’re hearing it for the first time all over again.

memories begin rushing in from when she first auditioned for woollim entertainment, then her time with izone, and finally le sserafim. you were there with her every step of the way. to say how proud you are is really an understatement.

your eyes gleam seeing chaewon’s outstanding visuals. and hearing her sing through the screen blesses your ears. how’d you get so lucky with her?

your phone rings violently as a call from chaewon comes through. answering it, a soft voice warms your ears.

“babe did you watch?!?” excitement is evident in her tone. you giggle at her question when it’s obvious you did. “of course i did! i wouldn’t miss even a second of it.”

you hear her small laugh amidst the busy background. “okay i gotta prepare for the showcase. i love you and i miss you.” your stomach fills with butterflies hearing those words escape her mouth. “good luck! i’ll be cheering for you.”

every comeback is always filled with busy schedules and strict rules. you can’t even remember the last time you’ve held her in your arms. you know dating a kpop idol comes with an unspoken requirement of being patient but you long for her.

the last time you attempted to see her during promotions got you banned from stepping in their dorms. as much as you want to see her, you have to do what’s best for your girlfriend.

hours past since the showcase and you haven’t heard anything from chaewon ever since. slumping in your seat, your brows drew together thinking heavily on what she could be doing at the moment.

suddenly a text notification causes your phone to vibrate. “i want to see you. pick me up at my dorm?” that burst of adrenaline comes rushing back to you, as you read word by word. excitedly getting up and gathering everything you need, you rush out the door without looking back.

who cares if you get banned again, it's worth the risk. after all, it's her personal request. how can you pass on something like that?

pulling up to her dorm, you hurriedly park and skipped your way to her room. once reaching her floor, you make eye contact with chaewon, her eyes widen in shock. the dumb smile on your face is quickly replaced with a terrified expression after realizing she's talking to her manager.

making the fastest u-turn in your life, you rush back down the stairs nearly tripping in the process. panting for air, you arrive back at the lobby searching for a place to hide.

several minutes past and you've finally calmed down. that was a close call you thought. as you slowly peek over your hiding place, a hard slap stings your head. looking back to see who it was, you're met with chewon glaring down at you. without saying a word, the expression on her face clearly says, "you're such a dumbass."

swiftly standing up, you engulf her in your arms as you squeeze the air out of her. "chaechae i missed you!!" in response, she pinches your waist causing you to squeal and back away.

attempting to rub the pain away, you look at her in confusion. why is she so violent today? has she finally lost it?

"god that was a close call. if my manager saw you first then our whole sneaking out plan is over." you swear you can see steam escaping from the top of her head as she complains.

tilting your head down, a sly smile forms on your lips. "but he didn't see me, so it's all good." she scoffs at you, rolling her eyes and taking your hand in hers. "come on let's go before we get caught." she drags you behind her as she sneakily makes her way back to your car.

you've been aimlessly driving for the past couple of minutes, unsure if chaewon even notices. you weren't expecting a spontaneous hang out today, so you were severely unprepared.

you're terrible at hiding things from her especially with the occasional side eyes you've been giving. she eventually catches on to you.

"how about a convenience store run, just like old times?" pursing your lips you glance at her as if you already had that thought. "pfft, yeah i was already heading there."

"but you just missed the turn..." staring at you, she furrows her eyebrows. "babe i can't see, it's dark out here." out of habit she smacks your arm causing you to swerve a little bit. too busy laughing uncontrollably to even notice.

arriving at the parking lot, you instruct chaewon to stay in the car hoping to avoid any unwanted attention.

walking in the store, you can't help but feel a little guilty. it's such a big day for chaewon but the only thing you can give her is cheap food. still, it's no excuse to not try to make the best out of the night.

making your way down several isles you surprisingly bump into chaewon already picking out items. stopping in your tracks, you cross your arms and tap your feet in disbelief. you cough deliberately, attempting to gain her attention.

"pfft, what?" she doesn't even bother looking at you. "what do you mean, 'what'?" slowly approaching her, you snatch the kimbap she was holding. quickly turning her head, she raises a brow.

"babe you're such a hypocrite. you got mad at me earlier for almost getting caught but look at you now." she snatches the kimbap back from your grasp. "it's okay, i'm covered up good."

finally acknowledging your disappointed look, she squeezes your cheeks. "baby i'm sorry. i'll be careful." giving in to her soft touch, you let it slide. how can you possibly get mad at her?

luckily you were able to leave without anyone recognizing your girlfriend. you wouldn't know what to do if someone did.

getting in the drivers seat, you're hit with realization of not knowing where to go next. resting your head on the steering wheel, you release an exasperated sigh as you struggle to think of a destination.

"make a right turn and take the next exit."

shooting your head up, you stare at the gps. confused as to why it spoke. your gaze shifts back and forth between chaewon and the route displayed on the car's screen, wondering if she had anything to do with it.

chaewon smiles as she comfortably sinks in her seat, "just drive baby." you study her expression, suspicious of her little scheme. "mhm... should i trust you?" the blank expression sitting on her face hints at you to just go without question. you nod in defeat and turned on the engine.

for what seemed like 30 minutes, you're starting to doubt your gps when it leads you to an isolated road. the only source of light that's surrounding you is the brightness of your headlights. it's like you're in a horror movie where you encounter an eerie girl standing on the side of the road.

an uneasy feeling in your stomach begins to stir just by thinking about it. you quickly glace at chaewon whose face is as pale as snow. "you good? you don't usually look as white." she grips on to her thighs and swallows hard. "why wouldn't i be? hehe..."

you knew what she felt at the moment. she's scared shitless. your heart starts to beat . "hey you can't be scared?! because i'm scared... we can't both be scared!"

her grasp transfers from her thigh to your shirt. "girl, just drive!" you immediately step on the gas without a second thought.

"you have arrived. your destination should be on the left." pulling up to a secluded area, a single bench facing a cliff sits under a soft lit lamp post. not creepy at all...

"welp, ladies first," you laugh awkwardly as you unlock the doors. she shook her head in disagreement. "what, you can't do that! you took me here." you lifted an eyebrow and crossed your arms.

"don't make me go out there first, please baby," the look in chaewon’s eyes has you completely entranced. heat rushes to your face, staining it red. it took you a moment to form a response. “you’re a coward,” you murmured.

you push your car door open and hopped out. stepping foot on the rocky ground, the cool evening breeze sends shivers down your spine. you felt vulnerable being outside the walls of your car. in a snap you hurriedly ran to the other side to open the door for your girlfriend.

chaewon steps out and gently pats your cheeks as a thanks. “okay come with me.” she interlocks your fingers, leaving you no choice but to follow.

as you slowly approach the edge of the cliff, the view of the city lights comes into sight, leaving you mesmerized. who knew such a place existed that overlooks the city. chaewon lets go of your hand, letting you take in the scenery.

gawking for too long, you didn’t even notice the feeling of fear had completely washed away. discovering chaewon’s slipped away from your side, you promptly turned around only to see her resting on the bench behind you. she pats the empty space beside her gesturing you to sit down.

“so how’d you know about this place?” you drop your weight on the old wooden material. chaewon shifts closer to you and rests her head on your shoulder.

“i used to come here a lot with my grandma. we’d clear our heads and just talk.” you’re left speechless as you figure out where this is heading. “i wanted to share it with you for awhile now.” your heart softens at her words, realizing you occupy a special place in her heart.

you chuckle as you start playing with her hair, "thank you."

you both sit in comfortable silence just admiring the night sky. after a short while, you felt chaewon's grip on your hand loosen. turning your head to look at her, her eyes completely closed as her chest rises and falls.

looking at the time, it's nearing 1 in the morning. she must be exhausted after such a busy day. you can't even imagine what she'll have to go through later.

you lightly squeeze her, attempting to not startle her. "baby let's take you home yeah?" she groans in response with her eyes still glued shut.

crouching down, you force her to get on your back. you carried her back to the car and gently placed her in the passenger seat. you slowly walked back to the drivers side, taking in the view one last time. bringing her back here for your anniversary would be lovely, you thought.

as you comfortably sunk in your seat, you removed your jacket and wrapped it around chaewon's small figure. she shifts in her spot, turning in your direction giving you a tired smile.

"i'm sorry, did i wake you?" you rub her cheek with your thumb. she timidly shakes her head no.

"if i had known you'd take me here, i would've prepared much more." she chuckles at your statement. "don't be silly, being here with you is more than enough." shutting her eyes again, she falls back asleep. releasing a satisfied hum, you start the engine once again.

the streetlights illuminated the quiet streets and cars sat empty in parking lots. parking in front of her building, you sat there admiring how peaceful and cute she looked.

you shook her softly, "chaewonie we’re here." she yawns heavily and stretches in her seat. rubbing her cheeks, she slowly opens her eyes taking in her surroundings. taking hold of her soft hand, you walk her inside.

arriving at her front door, she turns to you with her head down. "i don't want you to leave... stay with me a little longer?" she tightly clutches on the hem of your shirt. "please?"

without warning, the door bursts open revealing a fully awake eunchae. she looks at you and chaewon cringing. "damn guys it's late. wrap it up please."

"isn't it past your bed time?" chaewon lifts a brow. eunchae crosses her arms as she leans against the door frame. "do you want me to rat you out."

chaewon's eyes widen at eunchae's response. lifting a fist in the air, she makes a threatening gesture. "i'm your leader, you can't tell me what to do." she pushes eunchae back inside, shutting the door at her face.

rubbing your eyes, you can't help but laugh at their interaction. "what's so funny?" she nudges you. tucking her hair behind her ear, you sigh in contentment. "you're so cute, you know that?" she shyly giggles at your compliment.

wrapping her arms around your waist, she pulls you into her embrace. "well you better go in before she comes back out." moving her hands from your waist to your neck, she brings you in and pecks your lips.

a stupid grin forms on the corner of your lip, "do it again." she laughs at your request. connecting your lips once again, it lasts longer this time. her hands explore your back, drawing you even closer. this is what you longed for.

"maybe i should stay for a bit," you whisper into the kiss. pulling away chuckling, she punches your shoulder. "shut up and go home."

opening the door, she finds eunchae waiting, mocking her with kissy faces. "omg eunchae! didn't i tell you to go to sleep?!" you can hear eunchae hysterically laughing on the other side as she makes a run for her room.

your girlfriend turns back to you, pinching the bridge of her nose. "ugh, kids..."

"text me when you get home and as soon as you wake up. i love you and drive safe. good night my lover girl~" peeking throught the small gap of her door she gives you a cheeky smile.

"i love you too. good night~" leaning in, you shut the door for her.

#le sserafim #le sserafim x reader #kim chaewon #kim chaewon x reader #wlw #kpop #kim chaewon imagines #le sserafim imagines #lsrfm #gxg fluff #gxg scenarios #kpop fanfic

[rthko]

Hi :) I read The Tragedy of Heterosexuality and loved it — do you have any other books you’d recommend about gender/sexuality? Thanks <3 I love reading your long posts, you have really insightful ideas and I think we view the world very similarly

Glad to hear that! Here's some context for anyone not in the loop: The Tragedy of Heterosexuality is a book about Heteropessimism, or rather, finding a way out of it. The notion is that heterosexual love is doomed because men and women are just different by nature, and it manifests through relationship self-help books, incels and pickup artists, and the memes and ramblings of countless straight women who they wish they could just be lesbians. Jane Ward think heterosexuality as we know it self sabotages through what she calls the misogyny paradox: straight men love women, except they don't love women. But she doesn't think heterosexuality is doomed or prop up political lesbianism as a solution. She calls for mutual respect and actually leaning into the heterosexuality of, well, actually liking each other, rather than try to "queer" it. This is part of a really interesting turn in queer theory where heterosexuality has emerged as a subject of study--another good example is Hanne Blank's Straight: The Surprisingly Short History of Heterosexuality.

So I want to start out by disclaiming I'm not actually that well read. This is something I've been trying to work on more recently. That said, here are some gender and sexuality recs:

Two essays by Gayle Rubin: The Traffic in Women and Thinking Sex. I don't completely cosign everything she says, but these are monumental texts. Thinking Sex is topical especially as the "sex wars" keep playing out.

Gender Trouble by Judith Butler. Everyone's heard of this, so my specific recommendation is to skip to part three and the conclusion, where the text is at its most concise. Butler's theory of gender performativity has exploded beyond their initial reach, so they've since had a lot of interviews and given talks that address a wider audience. People who have read both Gender Trouble and Bodies that Matter tend to recommend the latter text, but I still need to.

The Trouble with Normal by Michael Warner, or if you want a shorter version, his essay "Normaler and Normaler." Even if you're not against marriage in its entirety, his criticisms are so incisive and helpful, especially now in countries where gay marriage was passed but proved to be a dead end. It also really gets into gayness as identity versus behavior, which seems to have exploded into a huge conflict recently. This is how you get people who are on board with queerness in the abstract but appalled by its real-life specifics. I also still need to read Fear of a Queer Planet.

Sister Outsider by Audre Lorde, is a collection of speeches and essays by one of the most influential Black feminist writers. "Uses of the Erotic" especially stuck with me, where the erotic is taken not so literally but as a sort of creative synergy with political implications. If you've ever heard "the master's tools will not dismantle the masters house," that's included in this collection.

Close to the Knives by David Wojnarowicz, also a collection of speeches and essays, is one of my favorite books on AIDS. The rage is palpable and crucial, and the essay "Do Not Doubt the Dangerousness of the 12-inch Politician" is eerily resonant today as politicians still stoke violence on TV (and now social media).

Lately I've been getting more into trans writing, with Transgender History by Susan Stryker and Whipping Girl by Julia Serano. The former alarmed me with how much I didn't know, and the latter blew my mind. It was written at a time when trans people, for better and for worse, weren't really in the public eye except for in niche circles, and academia about trans people was about or at the expense of them but not by and for them. Her mark is so tangible today. My next read will be Reverse Cowgirl by McKenzie Wark after hearing rave reviews. I think I'm going to like it.

I am also accepting recs!

[indouloureux]

ALSO STEDDIE ANGST IDEA: the reader is always super supportive of the boys endeavors, she goes to all the corroded coffin shows and steve’s basketball games whatever, but the one time she has something important, they accidentally sleep through it @mysticmunson

elora elora my beloved. this is for u i love u 🤍

— poly relationship, however they have their own bedrooms for this one! for the sake of the story, anyway. fem!reader

the boys' ears perk up at the sound of your bedroom door opening. steve turns away from the stove, eddie stops chewing and lets his spoon fall onto the cereal bowl and beneath the milk that he's too distracted to frown about it. they hear your heavy footsteps, which quite sounds like feet dragging through the floor and more like stomping.

when they see you emerge, it's nothing like they expected.

while your hair is combed and your clothes flattened, your eyes resemble the long hours of weeping; from the puffy eyes, the pinkish scleras, and the loud, long sniffing. steve's excited smile falls, eddie's shoulder slumps. it's sometimes amusing how they mirror each other's expressions.

"hey," steve turns the stove off and drops the spatula on the pan, a hand reaching out towards you with his lips into an upcoming pucker. but you dodge his hand, swerving, maybe even flinching with a stoic look. his heart swells.

eddie tries next. he moves away from the kitchen island, a hand hovering at your back to place itself there but you swerve away to take the decanter off the coffee maker to pour yourself a cup.

his hand falls disappointedly down his side, his lips twitching downward, looking at steve sadly and miserably.

you ignore them both, the octave sound of hot coffee falling onto the porcelain mug filling the silence that coalesces with the tv in the back and the muffled yelling of children outside of steve's house. out the corner of your eyes, you see steve swallow thickly before he takes a plate from the rack and tilts the pan until the eggs fall onto the middle, whereas eddie hesitantly goes back to eating his cereal.

when you place it back, steve sees you debate, whether you go back up with your coffee only, or sit down with a chair between you and eddie. he makes the decision for you, wanting to know what's wrong — he slides you a plate full of scrambled eggs and toast.

you stare at it for a bit, before you finally decided to sit down and look down at your food than at steve, though you speak your gratitude through a small 'thank you,'

they decide to settle in silence, both of them eating breakfast as you slowly sink into your corner, trying your best to eat your food faster so you could just go back into your room. you only wanted silence for now, anyway. you're still upset. too upset.

but eddie, poor boy can never stand the silence, looks at you and clears his throat. "so, what'd you do yesterday, sweets? don't think stevie and i saw you the entire day."

their cluelessness ignites the vexed incendiary inside your chest. your fingers tighten around your fork, shoving an egg inside your mouth, your eye twitching and your eyebrows furrowing together slowly as you reply,

"it was fine," you say curtly, sharply. both of them taken aback by your laconic reply. eddie senses something wrong, his mind racketing through countless memories, while steve tries to stop the bomb from exploding.

"yeah?" steve spreads the butter on his toast, the rough scraping of knife against the toasted bread. "uh, where'd you go?"

he looks at eddie cautiously, who's eyebrows raise like a shrug. you stab the egg this time. "an event."

"an event?"

at this point, you're about to break the plate. you shrug, taking deep breaths. "yes."

steve wipes his fingers on a towel hanging by a knob, taking a bite of his bread. "what event? why didn't you tell us?"

maybe you could have bent the fork in half if you could. your eyebrows furrow, all of you dissolving into nothing but a vestibule of exasperation.

eddie sees it as clear as day; he knew that what steve said had struck up a mark, so he shoots him an wide-eyed 'what the fuck' kind of warning to him, the soggy cereal stopping on the left side of his cheek.

"wow, gee, i wonder why i didn't tell you," you snort, though despite that, it's absolute irritation in your voice. with a hint of sadness, eddie thinks. "maybe because i told you, like, everyday of the fucking week. maybe even the night before that event."

it clicks to steve, only then, that you actually did tell him. and eddie, who's expression has fell similarly to his when it comes to a realization.

"i was thinking maybe you guys would have remembered because you promised." you continue, barely looking at them in the eyes, like they're embedded between the hills of your egg. "but maybe, maybe you guys didn't remember. so i guess it's my fault that i didn't fucking tell you about it,"

"babe, i—" steve looks forlorn. you don't feel guilty about it at all. maybe a little, even though your voice had been soft yet somehow sharp, because you really are upset. you had every right to be.

eddie reaches out to hold your hand but you flinch and he thinks he could have just sobbed in his seat. "sweetheart, we must have slept in. i- we're sorry."

"no, you're not," you can't help but sniff and blink from something that stings your eyes, pushing the plate of eggs away.

"we are, baby, hey–" steve rounds over the counter so that he could kneel in front of you. eddie, who's got no clue how to deal with this situation, decides to kneel beside him. "baby, come on..."

you look away from them with a small whimper, your bottom lip wobbling. "i just thought, maybe, you guys would have done the same thing. come to this event and be there, y'know? and i just- i just kept waiting and waiting–"

"and we're complete idiots," you feel eddie take your hand. you know it's him because you feel the roughness on his ever-loving fingertips that dotes heat over your trembling hand. "we slept in, (y/n)."

steve nods. "we slept in and we're idiots." he rephrases. he doesn't like the way eddie had said their reason, and pinches his thigh. he winces quietly that you miss. "that's– that's not a good reason. in fact, we shouldn't even be reasoning at all,"

then, it comes as a jagged whisper. it's a blunt knife that pierces deadly through a heart. "i just thought that maybe i was as important as you said i am."

the two boys quiet down and stare defeatedly, both rocking back from their weakened knees.

"you are important,"

"steve—"

"punch me in my goddamn head if i ever made you feel like you're not important."

and eddie, ever the jest, knocks his shoulder against steve's. "in fact, do it now. now baby, he's an idiot. he deserves it."

"you're just as much as an idiot as i am,"

"just stop," you dig the heels of your palms on your eyes, your chest heaving.

none of it is helping; normally, a thing like this was something you were just gonna brush off. but they'd promised, and you expected, and then all you felt was disappointment and utter shame. and now you're mad, because you feel that way and because they'd been the one to make you feel that way.

you're mad because they made you wait for nothing.

eddie's whiskey eyes are sorrowful at his mistake. it's a sight that makes you cry abruptly, looking away from them and hiccuping into your damp palms. steve's hands reach up to tug on your wrists and wipe your fat tears with his thumb, eddie standing up to move behind you and to wrap his arms around your neck to keep you close.

"stopping, baby," steve leans up to kiss your forehead. "stopping. we're stopping, honey, i'm so sorry,"

"it won't happen again," eddie's lips move against the hair on your temple as he spoke, his mouth puckering to leave the faintest kiss ever. steve picks up a tissue somewhere above the counter and wipes your tears. "i promise you, princess,"

"we promise," steve wipes gently under your nose. you let him, clasping weakly onto eddie's forearm around you. "we love you, okay? you're important to us,"

you sniffle, the slightest scrunch on your nose. your proclamation is baulky as you say, "i still don't forgive you,"

"you don't have to," eddie swerves in front of you to face you again, placing his hands on your arms and massaging them. "not right now, at least."

the sigh you admit reassures them, even the small smile that paints your tear-stained face. the two boys come up to kiss each cheek, making you giggle; forgiveness is yet to be built, but you know they're willing to work for it.

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[halsteadlover]

𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

*Pics and gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Can you do a Jay Halstead x reader where they are married, and the reader is like pregnant about to have their baby and she works with Jay and is having a hard time not being able to work. She’s in pain from the pregnancy and doesn’t like not working so when Jay gets home and tells her how the job goes, she just starts crying because of her hormones and Jay just comforts her and they end up talking about the baby and cuddling until the reader falls asleep!

• Warnings: none that I can think of, just fluff lol

• Word count: 1568.

• A/N: I’m trying to get back to writing but I don’t like one bit how this turned out but here it is 😭 sending lots of love to everyone one and stay safe out there xx

“Baby I’m home!”.

Jay’s voice caught your attention and raised your head, immediately directing your gaze towards him. You were lying on the couch, your hand caressing your baby bump as you watched a stupid show on the TV. You almost jumped for joy when you heard your husband’s voice, happy to no longer be alone and joyful to finally see his face after such a long day.

You tried to lift yourself up and sit on the sofa but with your belly now as big as a hot air balloon it was quite difficult. You let out a sound of frustration at the same moment you saw Jay appear in front of you, a bright smile on his lips.

“Here let me help you sweetheart,” he said, holding out both of his hands to you and helping you sit up. He sat down next to you, and you smiled at him before giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Hi baby,” you whispered into the kiss as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I missed you so much.”

“God, I missed you so much more mama,” he smiled into the kiss before placing a hand on your bump and caressing it, turning his attention to his unborn child. “And I missed you too, little one,” he continued, leaving a tender kiss on it “You were a good boy to mom, right?”

You – while trying to maintain a sense of decorum and not burst into tears at that sweet scene – stroked Jay’s hair, making him turn his head towards you. You were used to hearing him talk to your belly but that didn’t make your heart burst with joy any less every time. “He was a little pest, he didn’t stop kicking for a moment.”

He chuckled before turning his attention back to your baby bump again. “What did dada tell you? Let mom rest and then when you get out of there you can take it all on me.”

“How are you feeling love? How was your day?” He asked, settling back on the couch and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, his fingers playing with strands of your hair.

You sighed, a little distressed. “It was boring as you could see from all the texts I sent you, I did nothing but lay here on the couch. God, I can’t wait to give birth.”

He left a kiss on your temple, and you rested your head on his shoulder. “I know baby, but it’s only a few weeks away. I wish I could do something to make you feel better,” he spoke tenderly. He tried to be present as much as possible, to do everything in his power to make you happy and make the pregnancy less burdensome but the truth was that he couldn’t do anything to fill the sense of helplessness you felt.

You and Jay had been working together in Intelligence for years now and never in your life you thought you’d miss the job so much, chasing criminals and catching them. Being pregnant was truly an indescribable experience and you never thought you’d feel so much love for a little being growing inside you and that hadn’t even been born yet, a love so deep you thought your heart would explode.

But you couldn’t deny the other side of the coin either: the sleepless nights, the back pain, the nausea, the hormones and, above all, having to constantly rest. You tried to do some office work, but Voight had forbidden you to even do that, with obviously Jay’s support.

You felt like you were going crazy.

“How was your day?” You asked your husband, playing with his fingers as he continued to stroke your hair and cuddle you.

“It was hectic.” He sighed. “We didn’t stay in the unit for even ten minutes, we worked on a case of an armed robbery with a deceased victim as I already told you…” He continued to speak but the sudden sound of your sobs made him stop in the middle of the sentence. “Babe oh my God, you okay?”

You covered your face with both of your hands, no longer able to keep the tears at bay that continued to pour out of your eyes. You didn’t know what came over you at that moment, which is why you blamed the crazy hormones.

“Baby, talk to me please,” Jay continued in an urgent and concerned tone. “Did I say something wrong? Look at me.”

“I-I’m fine,” you murmured with shaky breaths. He grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your face, but you refused to look at him, continuing to cry and sob.

“Love please look at me,” he said urgently. “You’re make me worry to death.”

“I-It’s nothing…”

He gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to turn your face towards him and look at him. His heart sank as he saw your eyes so shiny, although it was a sight he had reluctantly become used to due to the hormones and your mood changes.

He wiped away the tears with his thumb, gently and lovingly caressing your skin, making you cry even more.

God, you hated this.

“It’s okay mama, I’m here with you. Talk to me, what’s bothering you?”

You sighed. “I feel so useless…”

A confused and bewildered expression appeared on his face. “What you mean useless?”

“I sit here all day doing nothing…” Another sob escaped your lips. “I can’t go to work, I can barely cook anything without getting out of breath… I can’t even do house chores without having to sit down after five fucking minutes and you’re forced to do everything when you come home from work tired…”

“Stop, stop,” he interrupted you. “I won’t hear anything else about this nonsense love. You’re the mother of my child, you’re growing our little baby, there is nothing more important than this.”

“But…”

“No, no ‘buts’. You have no idea how much I admire you princess, how much I envy your strength. You’re growing a whole human being inside you; you have any idea how fucking wonderful and awesome this is? You’re creating a new life and along with this, mine too because, believe me baby, I have never felt so alive in my entire life. You have no idea the gift you’re giving me and nothing, and I mean nothing I can do will ever be enough to repay you for everything you’re going, damn baby you’re growing our family.”

His fingers caressed your face, continuing to wipe away your tears and smiling at you with so much warmth and sweetness you felt your heart was about to stop.

“You’re not useless, you’ll never be. I can’t even imagine how hard it is, or how you feel but I will always be here to help you, I will be with you every step of the way.” He kissed you, tasting your salty tears. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

You shrugged playfully trying to hold back a smile and he chuckled at the way you were crying a minute ago and now you were smiling. He hugged you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and letting you rest your head on his chest.

“But I love you so much more,” you murmured, eyes closed as you breathed in deeply that scent made you feel like home.

“Mmh I don’t think so.”

“There are two of us so you can’t win this one,” you replied, “Thank you so much love, I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

“Shh don’t even say it.” He caressed your hair, smiling even though you couldn’t even see him. “How are you feeling now?”

The moment he asked you this question, your baby gave a particularly hard kick in your womb, making you immediately sit up straight and put a hand on that spot where you felt it.

“Woah woah baby you okay? Is he okay? What happened? You need something?” Jay began peppering you with questions in his overprotective way, his expression instantly twisted with anxiety and worry.

“I’m fine, he’s just kicking,” you replied, taking a few deep breaths. You took Jay’s hand and placed it on your baby bump seeing the way his tight features visibly relaxed and a huge smile grew on his lips.

No matter how many times he felt his baby kick, every single time was more emotional than the previous one. Jay leaned towards your belly again, pressing a kiss on it. “Hey buddy it’s dad here, how about you let mommy rest for a bit? She had a bit of a rough day… But don’t worry I’m always here, dada is waiting for you so eagerly and he loves you more than his own life,” he whispered, talking to his unborn son as he used to do every night since he found out you were pregnant.

You smiled, struggling to hold back the tears again as you caressed his hair and imagined the moment when you’d finally become a family.

You imagined the moment you’d see Jay pick up your son for the first time, how much he’d be loved by his mom and dad and the more you looked at your husband – the love of your life, you everything, your safe haven – the more you thought you could’ve never chosen a better father for your child.

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[19ndonboy]

religion’s in your lips - mason mount

words: 2.1k

A/N: back again with a new imagine. i hope y’all will like this one, feedback is appreciated!! thank you

you could feel soft lips on your shoulders as you slowly drifted off sleep. you opened your eyes, adjusting them to the light passing through the curtains as they landed on your boyfriend. and years later, you still found your heart doing a somersault. you thought about how lucky you were to have this view every morning and you wouldn’t change it for anything else in the world.

you turned your head to face him and as you whispered a quiet “hi”, he felt his heart skipping a beat. he was so in love with you, he feared it could destroy him. he kept on his trail of kisses from your shoulders to your jaw to end up on your face as he counted them.

“18” on the mole on your right cheek, “19” on the tip of your nose, “20” on your eyelid as you closed your eyes with a smug smile plastered on your face, “21” on your forehead, “22” on your pink lips.

a kiss which ended up being messy as you couldn’t stop yourself from stupidly giggling as he thought about how he would turn the world upside down if he had to to hear your laugh over and over again.

“happy birthday my love” were his words that erupted a crimson taint on your cheeks. and with words minimizing how full of love your heart held for the man in front of you, you cupped his head and passionately kissed him. and you were hoping he could hear your heart exploding in you just as much as you could hear his.

you pulled away from his lips and he gave you his signature look, the one that got you weak to the knees before kissing your forehead as only him had the secret recipe to that warm and safe feeling that was spreading through your stomach. you laid your head on his bare chest as his hand found its usual spot in your hair, tangling them while you appreciated the peaceful silence surrounding the both of you.

and you don’t know how long you stayed here until all you could hear was your stomach growling, being too hungry to think about anything else but mason’s speciality, avocado toasts. you heard him chuckle behind you before he spoke “what do you think about getting out of bed, i’ll make you breakfast and then we can do what i planned for this special day” with a smirk on his face. he had a way with words and he knew it. you nodded and then made your way downstairs to the kitchen with mason following you.

he wasn’t happy with that though. before you could even realize, he had lifted you up and you were on his shoulders, you let out a high-pitched sound before laughing out loud. his favorite sound in the whole world, he repeats every time he hears it. he sat you down on a chair, asking you not to do anything as it was your day, “just like every other day” he would say when soppiness got to his head.

so you spent the next ten minutes watching him go in circles between a drawer and a frying pan in your kitchen while he was humming to your taylor swift playlist. and he took your hand to dance with you when the famous song 22 started playing in the room, joking about how you had waited an eternity to “relate to those words”.

you, then, both took your plate and went to sit on the sofa in your living room and started to eat in front of a random tv program, paying little to no attention to it as you were talking about your plans for the day. although, your birthday was never something you were looking forward to and therefore there was never much celebration on that day and it had been like that for years. but that was until you met him. he always made sure you knew how much you were loved and appreciated by people around you and he swore to himself, a smile would be the only trait visible on your face on that special date.

having finished your avocado toasts, he stood up, gave you a quick kiss on your head and excused himself two minutes as he ran upstairs. he returned right after with a box in his hand and a grin plastered on his face. you hid your face in your hands, which provoked a laughter from mason. you grumbled as he took your hands in his to make you look at him. “mason, you know i didn’t want anything for my birthday” you said, barely audible. “y/n i know but i wanted to. please, take it” he said while kissing each one of your knuckles.

you opened it and found a smaller black box, you gave him a quick glance before opening it and what came to your sight was a necklace with a gold heart locket. you opened it and what you weren’t expecting was a note with the words “forever and always, m” in it. a first sob left your lips and you couldn’t stop the ones following it. he held you tight and your head found itself in the crook of his neck, thanking him a hundredth time. he kissed your forehead, and waited for your sobs to subside. “hey hey, no crying on your birthday” and your sobs turned into giggles. “this is the best present i could’ve asked for mason, tha-“ he stopped you knowing another thanks was on its way. “your day is not over baby, get ready and wear a bikini” he instructed you to as he winked, making you roll your eyes as you did like he said and ran upstairs to your wardrobe to get ready for the day.

you put on your favorite blue bikini, your pink and orange crochet dress and you were ready to leave for his surprise destination. he was wearing a linen white shirt, one of your favorites, and a black short and all you could think about was how you wanted to unbutton his shirt and take it off. he was so handsome, the prettiest man you ever laid your eyes on, you thought. you hopped in his car, your playlist ready to be played through the car speakers. kendrick lamar’s song was starting and you were good to go, not knowing where he was leading the two of you, excitement filling you.

an hour and a half and you could see a beach in front of you. he knew how much you loved the beach, as it reminded you of what used to be home for you in your country. he was happy with his surprise when he landed his eyes on you and saw you smile. lucky for you two, there weren't much people here that day. being too excited to leave for the day, you didn’t even realize when mason put a basket full of chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of hard lemonade in his car. looking at the cookies like a kid on christmas day, you sat on the beach blanket and ate one.

and you spent the next hours just like that. eating cookies, drinking lemonade, laughing, kissing each other, talking and appreciating the moment. you couldn’t have asked for anything better as the two of you thought back to your first date.

“you know i was so nervous before. i called christian and he couldn’t stop making fun of me.” you laughed as it was the first time that you were hearing about this. “hey don’t laugh! him and nicole literally joked about how much i was sweating last week. they laughed about how smitten i was already back then” he blushed and you couldn’t stop yourself from pecking his lips “and they were right.”

“idiot” you rolled your eyes, although you’d never admit that his words made you feel dizzy. “that was the most chaotic date ever” as you recalled. “god, it had started so well in that café. stupid joke after stupid joke and i was asking myself how lucky did i get to be here with you. and i remember how neither one of us wanted to end it here so we went on a walk.” you could hear him laughing as you continued. “and then it just started pouring and as people with common sense, we ran to a store to get umbrellas”

“and that’s when i knew you were it for me.” you couldn’t hide the frown on your face at his words. “we got out of the store and before you opened the umbrella, you looked at your face through a car window, saw the mascara stains on your face and erupted in laughter.”

“mason, i hit your face with that umbrella a few seconds after. how-“ you both laughed at how concerned you sounded, clearly a tree had knocked into him to come to this conclusion at this time, you thought. “i know some people would have ran away after how this date ended but not me, that was the best one i ever had. from the moment i saw you enter that cafe in that little black dress to the moment i let you in the front door, my vision blurry because of the blow.”

you couldn’t stop your heart from beating so fast. you never knew this was how he felt after your first date. you know you made it here after this but you never thought he had felt like that. he kissed you, the kiss getting more heated by the second and you had to stop the two of you before going too far on the beach. he wrapped his arms around your body and you laid down on the beach blanket, kisses left on each part of your skin he had access to. and you stayed in this position for the next few hours, watching the sunset with no desire to leave this beautiful place for now.

eventually you had to go home and this day was slowly coming to an end. your hand in his, you made your way to his car and went home. his hand rested on your thigh the whole ride, making you feel safe and all giddy inside. he parked his car in the porch, flexing his biceps which earned him a slap on his shoulder as you feigned to be disgusted. he was so stupid and why were you laughing like a 15 years old girl?

you made your way inside and left your shoes in the entrance, taking the basket with you to put everything you took with you away. mason then took you with him and led the both of you to your bathroom. there was no better way to keep going with your day than to hop in the shower with your boyfriend. the two of you undressed yourself before getting under the steamy water. he grabbed your shower gel and started to wash your back, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck to your lower back.

your turn to wash him arrived and while doing so, you left kisses here and there on his collarbones, his shoulders, feeling him shiver under your touch. water soon turned cold and you both got out of the shower. picking pajamas for the night – one of mason’s shirts for you. and when you thought that this day could not get any better than this, you heard the doorbell. confusion written all over your face, you followed mason downstairs and saw him with a bag from your favorite japanese restaurant. food he had ordered during the day without you noticing.

you sat on the sofa, a blanket covering your legs and you ate sushi in front of one of your favorite rom-com movies, how to lose a guy in 10 days. you couldn’t recall the amount of times you had watched this movie, mason being your first victim when it came to watching the same movies over and over again. but as much as you loved it, your eyes drooped, wearied after such a long and emotional day at the beach. mason, on his side, could sense your tiredness as you weren’t commenting on the movie like you would usually do.

tv off and before you knew, mason was bringing you to your shared bedroom, and next you were in your bed. he followed you right after turning the lights off and he had his arms wide open for you to engulf yourself into them. one last meaningful kiss shared and before you drifted off to sleep, you heard him whisper “you’re so special y/n, i don’t think you’ll ever realize what you do to me”.

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・❥ 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 - 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.1𝙠, 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙡𝙠!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮), 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠 (2), 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙡 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚, 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧!𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞, 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙮, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘭𝘴 ༄

"Jijiii, please." you whine, squirming in Toji's lap. You watch with a glare as he watches the TV behind you in your shared bedroom, completely unamused by your antics. You usually don't need to ask Toji to take care of you when you're needy because he's quite the needy one himself. However, the random moments you're the one in need, you tend to do nothing but drop subtle hints that rile him up enough to toss you over his shoulder and drag you into the bedroom.

Toji's had enough of that. As perceptive as he is, he picked up the ways you tell him in your own cute little gestures that you need him at the moment. Placing subtle kisses on his jawline, subtly moving your hips back n' forth while sitting in his lap while wearing the skimpiest shorts you can find, and even feeling on his muscles. You're just too easy to read but you've been real stubborn and Toji realizes he can't continue spoiling you so much.

"You're acting like that 'cause you just got your hair done." "No I'm not." you pout while twirling a strand of your protective style around your finger. Every trick up your sleeve hasn't worked. You even forcefully squeezed the print of his obviously hard dick out of frustration and he still keeps a straight face, not budging an inch. "You can't do this to me." you exhale, voice high and whiny, irritation evident in your tone. Your manicured nails (that he paid for along with your hair) press into his hard pecs, leaving small crescents on the bulging skin. "I already am." he says bluntly, voice monotone.

"It's not hard to just ask. That's all I'm asking you to do." he sighs, finally sparing you one glance. You look into his dark eyes, fed up just as much as you and cold as stone. He really isn't letting up. "But you already know what I want." you practically mumble, lips pursed out. This is torture. You wouldn't wish this on your worst enemy. You never thought the day would come that Toji would actually make you ask to get fucked but here you are.

"Let's do.. it please." you strain out, feeling as if the words cut themselves out of your throat. "Do what?" he yawns, still unaffected. Your brain practically short circuits at his audacity and you have to force yourself not to dig your nails into a vital vein of his. "Just make me feel good." you huff out, trying another pathetic attempt. "I could give you a massage." Toji offers, putting on his best oblivious and dumb act. It's certainly working seeing as even your brown skin is on the verge of turning red from absolute rage.

"Please take me."

"Shopping?"

"Please pull it out.."

"My phone?"

"Please.. do your magic..."

"I'm a magician now?"

He clearly is considering the cruel n mocking act he's putting on. Another minute of this and you might just explode from all the fury that's been building up this entire situation. You are kinda doing it to yourself though.. seeing as it's as simple as tying your shoes but that's not what you need to hear right now. Unfortunately, the angel on your shoulder is telling you that you should just give in, even if it means losing.

"Toji, my love, please just.." He looks up at you amusingly, already sensing his victory. "Just what?" he asks, smirk already on his face. "Just fuck me. Please fuck me." you sigh out, absolutely spent from all the effort you put into that sentence. You practically yelp as you're flipped around suddenly, your field of view immediately doing a 180. You look up and see Toji as eager as ever, already having your shorts and panties down to your knees.

"See how easy that was, mama?" he asks you, flinging your clothing somewhere you'll be too lazy to retrieve after this whole thing is over. "See how fucking little it took?" You watch as sweat is already dripping down his forehead, just as impatient as you were when you were struggling to get your words out. Taking almost 2 hours asking for something that would've taken 3 seconds. Oh you're frustrated? He's absolutely fed up. All the teasing he had to endure, all the grinding against his dick that he had to put up with. He was enraged with it all. The squeeze almost got him.. it almost did.

"Jiji!" you gasp as he practically rips your tanktop off over your head, almost catching your ear piercings on the fabric. "I don't wanna hear shit." he grits out, only focused on your pretty brown pussy and dark nipples. He's infatuated with you and he absolutely can't wait to have you. It's partially his fault, yeah, two stubborn people usually end up in a quarrel. However, he had to teach you a lesson and if he kept letting your teasing antics slide, they'd only intensify.

You're completely bare now and have to face the torture of watching him undress. He basically rips off his own pants, not caring about anything that gets in the way of him being able to destroy you. A drop of sweat makes its way down your forehead as he gives his dick a few pumps with his fist before inching closer to your pussy. "Jiji.." you mumble out, looking away in an attempt to escape his intense glare. "Prep me." you pout, thighs subtly inching closer together to avoid the absolute demon between his legs. "Should've prepped yourself instead of taking 2 hours to ask me a simple question." he spits bluntly, leaving you with nothing but a glare.

Your body was involuntarily prepping you anyways by the looks of it. Toji spreads your legs apart again, obviously being stronger, and looks down at the sweet moisture. You were practically drowning, your pussy producing enough slick to moisten up your inner thighs. Even Toji was shocked, seeing as he let his resolve slip by widening his eyes for a split second. He's back to his usual self immediately after and you can tell by the cheshire grin that paints itself onto his lips. "Pretty pussy was drooling this whole time, huh?" he coos, bringing a thumb down to your clit and chuckling deep in his chest at your shy mewls. "Shouldn't have kept her waiting so long."

You squeal as you're once again being manhandled in a matter of seconds, flipped onto your hands and knees. Toji knows this is one of the positions you aren't fond of. It prevents you from kissing him, wrapping your arms around his beefy neck and shoulders, and admiring him in his lustful state. Therefore, he only really put you in that position when you acted out.

"Jiji, I don't wa-" you gasp as he pulls you closer by your hips, forcing your ass up and your face landing on the mattress as a result. "You were saying something?" he says with such audacity, you can just imagine his unamused expression. Your fingers immediately grasp at the sheets upon feeling the thick, bulbous head of Toji's dick running along your leaking slit. It's torture, your mind stuck between wanting to feel his hips slamming against your plush ass and feeling nervous considering all his built up frustration.

Your fingers tangle into the soft sheets of the bed with an even stronger grip this time, mouth agape as you feel Toji pushing himself inside you. He wants to chuckle at your reaction but can't, too busy clenching his jaw and groaning deep in his chest at just how tighter this position makes you. "Fuck.. open up, baby." he mumbles, voice low and dangerous, only making you want to clench around his dick even tighter. Every inch that welcomes itself into your pussy makes you lose yourself more and more. Small whimpers that you fail to hold back ringing in Toji's ear and making it harder and harder for him not to shove the rest inside.

"You want the rest, pretty?" he asks you with a tone oh so seductive. You nod, believing there's only an inch left and that he'd give it to you slowly. Cue the long, loud, drawn out gasp. You're trembling underneath Toji, not a single thought in your head as he pushes more than half his length deep inside your quivering pussy. His coos from above are practically offensive, good thing you couldn't even register anything around you.

"You asked for the rest, didn't you?" he grins, thick hands gripping at your waist as he begins moving his hips. You're biting your lower lip, body shivering at the feeling of him pulling all the way out only to shove his dick all the way back in again. You're not the only one who's head is spinning. Toji's stuck between wanting to roll his eyes back at the sensation and not wanting to blink not once. The way the flesh of your ass ripples against him when it meets his pelvis is hypnotizing, thighs jiggling below just as much. The body your black genes have blessed you with having Toji in a chokehold practically tighter than your grip on him.

"Shit, mama, c'mere.." he groans, hands sliding up your body until they yank you upwards. Your lip trembles as your back is against Toji's chest, pretty tits on display making him wish he could see them better in this position. This was his way of preventing himself from filling you up too quickly by getting his eyes off your plush cheeks but he may have made things worse. The tears that brim your pretty lashes, the lewd expression on your face, and how much closer your sounds of pleasure is to his ears. He tells himself he needs to slow down, take his time with you. But he can't, hips moving on their own as he furiously pounds his dick into you.

"Lemme hear you, baby. Come on.." he tries to mumble into your ear but it comes out louder than he anticipated, voice shaky and warm sighs escaping him as he struggles to keep his composure. "Harder, daddy." you breathe out, practically unaware of what you're saying and the reaction you've just caused. Suddenly, Toji's arms wrap fully around you, hugging you tight against his body before his hips start moving at a much faster pace.

The pace is demon-like, animalistic and you can't keep up. Forced to take everything he has to offer as you remain dumb founded, drool escaping your pretty two-toned lips, eyes rolling back, and nails digging into the beefy arms that are wrapped around you in an attempt to keep yourself grounded even a little bit. Toji is barely thinking about keeping a steady rhythm of his hips, at this point he's been hypnotized. Face buried into your neck, inhaling your scent as he also tries to focus on not exploding inside your weeping pussy.

He'll only cum if you do, it's always been an unspoken rule inside his perverted mind. Thankfully, you weren't too far from doing so, pussy fluttering in the way it always does when you're ready to cream all over his fat dick. "Daddy, wanna..!" you breathe out. He finds it so cute, so dumb on his cock you can't get a proper sentence out. "Go ahead, mama." Toji groans into your ear before placing a row of kisses on your neck. "Lemme feel it."

And with that, you're coming. Leaving tiny crescents on his arm as you leave a translucent white ring around Toji's dick, hiccuped whines filling the noises of the room accompanied by the unfaltering smacks of his hips against your ass. You feel like you're ascending as you continue to get plowed into, the girth of him pistoning inside you again and again. "I'm almost there, baby, I'm almost.. oh shit-" he swears, holding you impossibly closer as he shoves himself impossibly deeper, chest rumbling as he fills you up spurt by spurt.

You just wanna collapse onto the bed after Toji's emptied himself but of course he doesn't let you. Having you laid on top of him comfortably in a matter of seconds and you're so fucked out you barely even process him maneuvering you both into this comforting position. You let out a yawn but you can't doze off just yet. Putting your pointer finger up with the little strength you have, you start, "Make sure.." "Silk scarf, yes I know, baby." he yawns himself. You smile against him as you feel him reaching under your pillow to retrieve the item and decide it's the perfect time to doze off as he wraps the silk on your head just the way you would.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

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[sweetprettyprincess]

— every kind of way; "pretty girl"

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x female!reader

genre: smut fluffy

warnings: established relationship, smut (oral sex, lots of compliments, fingering, pet names, safe word mention, dom!jk x sub!f.reader, virgin!reader)

english isn't my native language so please excuse any mistakes and feel free to let me know.

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For you, the idea of ​​having him lying under you, face buried in the crook of your neck and now and then placing kisses on the sensitive area, while you use your fingertips to caress his brown strands and, although too involved in caresses subtle to pay attention, The Office is on TV. So you didn't think twice about accepting his invitation to spend the night.

You and Jungkook recently completed three months of dating and, from the start, you agreed to take things slow in every aspect and that includes your sex life. You've made it clear how inexperienced you are, but that you're willing to learn what he's willing to teach you.

It's not like you have to ask twice.

Jungkook liked this more than he's willing to admit. He just loved all the times you blushed wildly at every suggestive comment whispered in your ear, your attempts to keep your eyes off the erection marked in his jeans, the stutter caused by his smoldering gazes.

He even agreed a safe word with you to use when in a more intimate moment you feel uncomfortable and want to stop.

The fact is, you never went too far, yet for some reason tonight is different. You allow the gentle kisses to intensify and the touches to become bolder, you also don't stop him from undressing you.

His smug smile widens as his watchful eye scans you; you are lying on your back on the mattress, your shirt and bra are gone for some time, leaving only your denim miniskirt gathered at the waist, leaving the view of your pink panties and a pair of pink socks. Disheveled hair, neck and chest marked by bites and hickeys, parted lips and irregular breathing.

Meanwhile, he remains perfectly dressed in a white shirt and gray sweatshirt.

"You trust me, right?" he asks, taking one hand to the side of your face and using the other to support his weight under the mattress. You immediately agree. "I need words, pretty girl," a kiss is planted on his chin. "You know I love your voice."

"I trust you, Jungkook," you say softly.

The kiss that follows is intense, passionate and full of desire. The hand formerly on your face is now used to caress the inside of your thighs, in your most needy area.

"Let me taste you," he whispers maintaining eye contact. "I promise to make you feel so good, princess"

"You can do whatever you want with me," the words simply slide past your lips, between soft moans.

Hearing this, he pulls back just far enough to position himself between your legs and you feel like the sight can make you explode from the buildup. The look he sends you is so fucking hot and you feel the need to close your legs to feel some friction, but his big hands around your thighs stop it.

"Patience, pretty girl," he says, smiling, but his tone is authoritative enough to make you cringe. "Be good to me"

"I will be," your response is rewarded with a long kiss placed on the inside of your legs. Close to where you need it, but not close enough to satisfy you.

He brings his face closer to the fabric stained by your arousal to take in your scent and seal his lips there softly. Then he pulls on the side straps to get rid of the unwelcome panties.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he compliments, never taking his eyes off their intimacy. "And it smells so good"

Jungkook takes his fingers to your intimacy, slides between your folds slowly, feeling your wetness increase and the noises that escape his mouth too. Soon, he substitutes his tongue, eager to taste your. The new sensation makes you lose control and unconsciously your body becomes more agitated, your back arched, but your boyfriend holds you in place, while teasing your tiny entrance with his index finger and caressing your clit with his thumb. His movements are gentle yet precise, applying just the right amount of pressure in the right places.

Your eyes are now closed and there are a few tears, your hands on Jungkook's long strands, lower lips between your teeth in a failed attempt to contain the erotic sounds that fill the room.

"Jungkook!", you yell as you feel his finger invade you.

"Hey, hey, princess," he comforts you, as he moves slowly inside your soaked core. "You're so fucking tight, I can't wait to feel you around my cock"

You feel embarrassed by your partner's lack of modesty, you want to hide your own face, but your body doesn't obey your commands and you're just a whimpering mess.

"Would you like that, sweetie?" he teases, feeling your walls contracting around his finger. "Would you like to have my big cock destroy that little hole of yours? Making you even dumber? Damn, answer me, I already told you how much I love to hear you, baby"

"Yes, I would like that," your voice sounds shaky.

"Of course you would, my little whore," he laughs, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "I just don't know if you could handle it, you can barely catch a simple finger..."

"I can take it," you protest between moans.

"Oh, you can, uh?" he arches an eyebrow. "Then start being a good girl to me and come on my tongue," he orders you before diving back into your core, using deft tongue to pleasure you.

"Kook", you beg as you feels the knot in your stomach finally unravel and a feeling of pure euphoria washes over you.

Jungkook is very good with aftercare and makes sure to show you that. He makes sure you're okay before taking you into a shower, washing your body gently with liquid soap, and then dressing you in something comfortable to sleep. He hugs you, being the biggest spoon that welcomes your body less in his strong arms to sleep.

"I love you, pretty girl"

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