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TOXIC ATTRACTION :: KYLIAN MABPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ a toxic kiss can be so hard to give u ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylain mabppe x fem! gf! actor! reader ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ angst, fluff, suggestive content, smut? ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 2.3k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ description of extremely toxic relationships, mention of codependency and addiction to unhealthy relationships, mentions of aggressive sex with hints of no aftercare, mentions of bites and bruises, unhealthy cycles, extreme manipulation, brief mention of an eating disorder, emotional and physical abuse, gaslighting, mentions of being trapped, insecurities, crying lots of fucking crying, excessive drinking, cheating - let me know if I missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by anon "I literally heart ur stories omg, if you can, would you make one about mbappe having an absolutely toxic ex gf and he’d usually go run back to her, but this time he has his new girl, and he’s not about to leave her for his ex, so he shuts her down idk" okay I never meant for this to line up with valentines but looks like the universe wants me to be a toxic little bitch so here you go some angst to feed your lovely dovey souls. READ THE WARNING...as there is a lot of really dark and triggering content - also, if you are in a relationship like this, I can say from personal experience it is not worth staying in it so plz leave for you own safety and health. Be safe and enjoy!! ]

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Toxic. That was one way to describe both Y/N and Kylian's previous relationships. They weren't the same, but they weren't that different either. Both were sick and twisted in nature with the sincere and tender love they had promised their partners quickly spoiling into a shackle that had them bonded by the neck - making it hard to breathe.

Kylian's chain came in the form of codependency. At one point, he could not see himself breathing without Monica. The dysfunctional dependency applied to both of them, as they took advantage of each other when they were most vulnerable - taking and taking from each other until they had nothing else to give. However, they took completely different things from each other, something that they thought no one else could give them.

Monica was addicted to attention, maintaining appearances and flashy events with all eyes on her. She was obsessed with being the belle of the ball and having her "perfect" love story - an ideal devotion. Monica could finally live out her deepest and darkest dreams and desires. Basking in the glory of dating a top athlete and having him by her side reminded the mere mortals that she had something they could never have. But his attention was never enough. It never was. And that was her downfall.

She treated Kylian like an article of clothing. Something that she could take on and off as she pleased. Only bothering with him when it suited her, not bothering to put on the facade unless a camera was rolling - painting herself as an angel unless she needed to be otherwise. She knew it was cruel, but she didn't care. She loved the power too much, wanting to hold on to it as long as possible. But her control was short-lived.

While Kylian, on the other hand, was addicted to physical affection. The sex. It was by no means "making love". It was aggressive, fast, and harsh, and it only ever happened when things went wrong if he didn't perform well in a match, got into an argument with a teammate, or the press slandered him once again. All his aggression and frustration turned into a bruise and bit marks on Monica's skin, he knew it was unhealthy, but he couldn't stop himself. When they broke up for the nth time, the moment anything went wrong, Mbappe felt the burning desire to run back to her.

And usually, he did, and she would be waiting for him with open arms (and legs). Ready to satisfy his violent urges while leaching what she needed from him - resting the vicious cycle of hatred and greed. It's not like he intended to be violent, but he had gotten so used to the pain he forgot what it felt like to have something soft and sincere in his heart that wasn't clouded by the need for physical intimacy. That was until he met Y/N L/N.

A broken record is what most would call her. The actor's relationship with Luca had been built on glass and sand. Transparent and fragile. They could see the problems. But they refused to fix them, and even the most gentle breezes would break the carefully constructed balance and leave an unfixable mess. Luca was a jealous man. He ripped out her wings, leaving her unable to escape from him. Luca kept her heart in his hands, handled it carelessly, and still expected her to stay. Not like he would give Y/N the option of leaving, and if she ever thought about it, he would instil fear to make her.

Luca saw her as an emotional punching bag breaking her down with his words. To build her back up and knock her down again. In his eyes, she was a chew toy to play with for entertainment. He loved the power she gave him, how his words meant so much to her, and how she tried desperately to perfect him and make him happy. But the only time he was ever happy was when she was in pain. He was sadistic because he thought he would never lose her. But he did.

Y/N was insecure. And Luca capitalised on that; his harsh words and verbal beat down left her self-esteem in tatters, and she was emotionally unable to cope. Starving herself became a regular occurrence, wearing revealing clothes so that she would be everything that he liked. The actor would never be enough, was all she thought. She didn't deserve Luca - she needed to earn him. She needed to be better. She needed to do better. Be everything he wanted and more. Y/N believed all the harsh words and unhealthy standers he made, taking them as if they were from the bible. In her eyes, he could do no wrong.

When he got angry, she tried to justify it in her head, blaming herself when, deep down, she knew that there was nothing she could do to fix it. Taking all the blame till the point of self-destruction, and when her soul had finally shattered like splints of glass, she drowned herself in alcohol in a small bar in Paris. The same bar where the universe decided that two broken souls would heal each other.

When the two met, they were still miserably taken and had no intention of spending their despair in the presence of others. But somehow, the two ended up talking, downing harsh spirits and spilling their woes and worries to a stranger. Ironically, they were both appalled about how the other allowed themselves to be treated that way, yet they refused to take their own advice. But alcohol made them reckless, and by some miracle made their way to a hotel for the night.

Nothing happened between them, even though the two slept in only their underwear. The two only silently cried in each other embrace as the moon and the stars watched. By morning Kylian was gone leaving nothing but a note with his number written on it. Over the following weeks, the two began exchanging texts for hours at a time, and they seemed happier, and their partners noticed - and did not like it. They slowly watched their iron grip slip from their captives as they found comfort in each other, and it all reached a boiling point one night.

It was late. And Kylian was doing anything but sleeping. Lying on his sofa as he stared blankly at the ceiling, he had a lot on his mind. Monica cheated - again. Neymar told him it would happen, Hakimi, Ramos and Messi too. But he didn't listen. Mbappe thought she would stay as long as the player gave her the spotlight. But he couldn't have been more wrong. He was a tool for her, so, of course, he would be used and discarded. It was in the girl's nature. So when he found Monica unceremoniously naked in their bed, with someone other than him, safe to say he was pissed.

Kicking them out while they were half naked, Monica's screams of protest and attempted explanation did nothing but bring him headache and heartburn. She had sent him text after text and called none stop, so he turned off his phone altogether. Now nothing was in between him and the suffocating silence as his thoughts gnawed away at his hyperalert sanity. It almost made him believe that the ring of the door was fake, that it was his mind's way of playing a nasty practical joke. To make him think that someone cared for him (even though they did) and leave him more disappointed than before and still just as alone.

But the repetition of said doorbell ringing made him open the door. To see someone in an equally sad state as him, Y/N had lost all shame as she stood outside Kylians apartment in a damp t-shirt and some tiny shorts. Her cheeks, stained with tears and mascara, she looked like shit, but that wasn't what caught Mbappe's attention. But more, the ugly yellow hues of bruises that were scattered across her arms and neck.

The two didn't say anything. I mean, what was there to say? It was clear that both of them were at their breaking point, so he just let the girl in without any questions. As Y/N slowly walked into the warm embrace of the apartment, she seated herself on the edge of the sofa - as if she was getting ready to run at any moment. "What happened?" Kylian knew what had happened. He just wanted her to say it out loud, to admit to him that there was a problem, that she needed help. His rage simmered to new heights when he heard "nothing" leave her mouth.

"Nothing", the player hissed as he stood in front of the actress, "that is not fucking nothing", gesturing to the dozens of bruises scattered across her skin as they now morphed into darker purple colour and looked equally as painful as a knife wound. "It was an accident…" that was a lie, they both knew. But the only difference this time is that neither of them believed it. "Was it, though?" the footballer asked as he sat beside her.

"No", Y/N quietly admitted. Her acknowledgement that she wasn't in the wrong lifted Kylian's spirits and gave him hope. She would leave Luca and find someone else who loved her the way she deserved to be loved, but he knew that she wasn't going to leave just because she knew it wasn't her fault (it never was), but the small step was still in the right direction.

Making her strip off her wet clothes and wear some of the old ones that were too small for him - wrapping the fragile girl in a soft blanket and making her a cup of hot chocolate. She was physically okay before he tried to pry information about the situation from her. "What happened" he finally asked the dreaded question, feeling as if the air in her lungs had been sucked out. Y/N struggled to reply.

"I forgot I had a kiss scene in top gun: mavrick. We-we were watching it, and he flipped, and Luca he-" the actress's whole body began to shake in fear as she recalled the incident, her body curling into the sofa as she felt tears once again streak down her face. Acting out of impulse, Kylian pulled the girl into his arms and held her as she wept away all her misery and pain. Rubbing soothing circles on her back and repeating 'it's okay' like it was a new mantra - but it wasn't okay, far from it.

"I don't want to do this anymore." Y/N cried, unsure if she was saying it to Kylian or the universe for putting her in this cruel situation. "You don't have to", the PSG player mumbled, trying to provide some comfort. "I know, but I don't think I can stop." the actress said, crying harder than before. "He's all I've ever known." before Kylian could answer, his landline phone began to ring again, but he didn't need to look to see who it was. It was Monica back for round two.

"Aren't you going to pick up?" she sniffled, looking at him with big teary eyes, "No" he quickly snapped, not wanting to argue on the phone with his ex while she was here. "Why not?" she questioned, curious as to what had happened to his sad excuse of a girlfriend. "we broke up." he said bluntly, "Oh, I'm so sorry…it was because of me, wasn't it." Mbappe didn't know if he wanted to respond to that question.

The truth was, yes. Kylian Mbappé Lottin did break up with Monica Del because of her. Y/N L/N made him realise that no amount of sexual pleasure she gave would ever soothe his raging fire. Not when she calmed his fire with her existence and found himself falling deeply in love with the wounded girl in his arms.

Taking his silence as a definite yes, Y/N spoke without thinking, "Guess Luca was right. I do ruin everything." Safe to say, Kylian was stunned. "Hey, hey, hey, don't fucking say that, angel. You know that's not true." she cried again. "Yes, it is Kylian, you know it is" as much as she didn't like Monica knowing that she was the reason they broke up somehow made her feel even worse than before.

"I was going to leave her anyway, baby" at this point, his white shirt was now partially sheer with her tears. "I know, but I still feel bad." the star tried to calm herself "Kylian, am I a bad person?"

"Listen, Y/N. I may not have known you for long or know all about your struggles. But from what I have seen, you are the kindest and most caring person in the world, even to people who don't deserve it. You are beautiful inside and out and perfect the way you are. And Luca is a bastard who missed out on the chance of a lifetime to love someone like you, and I wish you could see that too."

A single tear spilt from her eyes as if she hadn't cried enough. As Kylian gently wiped the droplet with the pad of his thumb, "I just feel so broken." no amount of kind words could deny that they both were. But they were trying to heal, and the universe had done a sort of service and put them together to help them realise that they needed change. In some ways, you could call them soulmates.

"I guess we are both broken tonight, broken together. But I guess that's just a side effect of toxic attraction." with that, two lips found each other in a kiss, but not the type they were used to. It wasn't harsh or aggressive, no. It was soft and gentle, just like love was supposed to be, as they held on to each other like they would fade away at any moment. They melted into each other's embrace, enjoying their other broken half. Forheads now pressed together, and with noses connecting, Kylian looked at the time - it was midnight. "Happy valentines day, mi amore."

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sejanusxcoriyo · 3 months

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Pairings: Josh Andres Rivera x Fem!Actress!reader/ Tom Blyth x Rachel Zegler

Face Claim: Coco Jones

Type: Social Media AU

Summary: Josh finally puts an end to this, or does he?

Warnings: Cussing, let me know if i forgot any

A/N: This should be the last part, anything else created will just be short AU blurbs <3

Text messages with Josh

Text messages with Rachel

Joshandresrivera has posted a story

Ynuser

Ynuser My lover, my everything, the apple of my eye. The 26 letters of the alphabet aren't enough letters to express how I feel about you. If I tried to describe my feelings about you, this post would never end. I will always love you and only you❤️🥰

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Rachelzegler OMG FINALLY!

↪️rachelfan1 wait shes serious???

↪️ynfan1 HARD LAUNCH, I REPEAT HARD LAUNCH

↪️joshynfan1 im so happy for them fr, they both seem like they are glowing

Oliviarodrigo cute couple ig

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↪️ynfan2 please get out her comments, she isnt looking for acknowledgement from you

ynuser liked this comment

↪️ynfan2 MOTHER HAS LIKED MY COMMENT

joshfan1 so are we just gonna ignore the 7th pic? my gurl quite literally marked her mans

↪️joshynfan2 right?? like she wants you bitches to know hes hers

↪️rachelfan2 i love this for her

Joshandresrivera I love you with my whole fucking heart

↪️ynuser I love you so much more than you think

↪️joshynfan2 my parents are so freaking cute

↪️oliviafan3 they are actually cute tg

ynfan3 she looks so happy, like shes absolutely glowing

↪️joshfan2 i know, i was thinking that earlier

rachelfan3 now i know ms rachel and tom know wayyy more about this than they are letting on

↪️ynfan3 mhm, i know them bitches know every fucking thing

↪️rachelzegler i mean you not wrong

Zendaya purr we love to see it, claim your mans <3

↪️ynuser the QUEEN has spoken @/joshandresrivera we can never break up

↪️joshandresrivera like id ever leave you, aka the reason i smile every damn day

↪️joshynfan3 i want a love like theirs

↪️joshfan3 i want someone to look at me the way they look at each other in that 4th pic

↪️rachelfan4 right, a girl could WISH

Joshandresrivera

Joshandresrivera My princess, I'm so sorry for not saying this sooner, but you are my world, and I have no clue how I survived with you this long. My precious, delicate jewel, I will love you until my heart stops. Even then, the heavens cannot tear me from your arms. I love you more than words can tell, my beautiful diamond❤️😘

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joshfan1 yall look at how he holds her, im desprate

↪️rachelfan1 i was just about to comment that

↪️joshynfan1 pay attention to how he looks at her in that 7th photo

ynuser my man my man my man, i love you <3

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↪️oliviafan1 did you steal her caption?

↪️ynfan1 that bitch tried to break up her relationship, fuck her caption

hunterschafer im jealous, need a man like him

↪️rachelzegler im right here babe?

↪️tomblyth rach...

↪️rachelzegler didnt expect you to see that...ily

↪️hunterschafer i never said i wanted to break anyone up

↪️tomblyth rachel i hear you giggling from under the covers

↪️rachelzegler you'll never catch me!

↪️joshandresrivera @/ynuser these are our kids

↪️ynuser who is we?

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↪️ynuser 🙄

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↪️ynfan2 right??

joshynfan2 i love them so much, adopt me plz

Oliviarodrigo Josh?

↪️oliviafan1 see shes just tryna set things straight

↪️joshfan3 its giving desperate

↪️ynfan2 not you being desperate for another womans man

↪️rachefan3 oohh i know this is eating you ALIVE

↪️oliviafan2 shut up all, of yall, yall dont know shit

↪️rachelfan4 imagine defending a cheater..couldn't be me

↪️joshfan4 imagine begging for ex under his post abut his girlfriend...couldn't be me

Zendaya its giving desperate

↪️joshynfan3 isnt it

↪️oliviafan3 no one even likes you

↪️zendayafan1 dont speak about mother like that

↪️rachelfan5 not olivias an summoning a whole nother fandom

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ynuser my lover boy

↪️joshnadresrivera my princess

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the hunger games #josh andres rivera #josh hutcherson #tom blyth #rachel zegler #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth #social media au #zendaya #hunter schafer

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veradescent · 2 years

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Pls 3 and 26 with Kaeya I'm begging u, have a nice day/night 😩💗

# BANK NOTICE INCOMING ! ;

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(smut quote event) <- currently open!

♡︎ ﹔warning : lmk if i missed any i didn’t see any!

998 words (so close to 1k…)

# VAULTS

# RECEIPT !

i hope u enjoy this i was very tired while writing it so plz excuse the quality dude if it doesn’t make sense i am so sorry 😭🤫 dw dw it’ll be fine!!!… probably…

# DEBT !

smut content — i am freshly 17, please keep this in mind when reading. if that makes you uncomfortable just scroll 🫶

“Look how pretty you are like this, all laid out for me.” Kaeya’s voice rings through the crisp air of the room. Without further ado, a small smug smile comes to the Calvary Captain’s face. It’s a smile you’ve seen hundreds of times before in all the time that you’ve been at his side. But now? This smile is different. It’s accompanied by a glint in his eyes that you know can’t signify anything but trouble.

What a redundant statement...

Kaeya Alberich himself, is never anything but trouble…

As he leans over you, effectively pinning you to the bed, his hand rests beneath your chin. With you lying beneath him completely stripped bare and with his hard cock inside of you while the veins rub up against your walls, his troublesome nature is more than clear. Kaeya never rests.

Still- he remains as unbothered as ever. It’s infuriating, you admit. He leaves you panting and holding in moans. You are a mess sweating and desperate all spread out on the covers for him. Your gentle body and soft skin are all on display. And what is he doing? Fucking with you. Relentlessly.

Kaeya’s finger drags across the underside of your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. The lone feeling of his nail against your skin makes a chill go down your spine; You swear, the smallest thing can get you even more worked up when Kaeya does it, and screw him because he knows it. A laugh escapes him as he bridges the gap between the two of you, his grin not fading even when he kisses you messily. When he moves you can feel his cock move lightly, and it makes you let out a strained breath into the kiss. His kiss is passionate and warm just like you like and your teeth no longer gnash like they used to but instead your lips brush against each other hungrily. As if he has all the time in the world, he continues to kiss down onto your jaw and then farther down. Marks that won’t fade any time soon are left in his wake on your neck and shoulders while he grinds his hips in small circles shallowly. Bites and bruising scatter across your neck.

Fuck, you can feel him filling you to the brim warm and thick but he won’t move enough to hit exactly where you need. It’s practically torture, leaving you throbbing around him needily when if he moved just a little deeper...

To say the least, his teasing goes unappreciated by you at the moment. Not when you need him so badly.

“Kaeya..” You say in an attempt to scold him but it comes out as more of a whine; High pitched and desperate; Pleading, even. Just what he likes to hear. In response, Kaeya scoffs breathily, more than satisfied with such a cute reaction. What will he do with you? “I don’t recall asking you to beg. But since you say my name so prettily..” He shoots you a wink, but before you can whine about it he finally punctuates his sentence with a rough thrust, bottoming out inside of you. The abrupt pleasure makes you gasp out as the air is knocked out of your lungs. With no restraint, Kaeya continues relentlessly. The bed frame slams against the wall as a result.

Within mere minutes of him penetrating you farther than your fingers could ever hope to reach you find you can’t even bring yourself to try and think or talk anymore. You’re certain your words will merely come out as whines and pleads for him to never stop and fuck you until you can’t breathe. In a final attempt to hide what a mess you are you hide your face with the back of your hand, panting against it with your eyes shut. Maybe this way you won’t cum so early, gushing all over his cock. You’ll have some sort of way to ground yourself. Each time he fucks into you feel the need to keep him inside and to make him cum inside of you. Restraining the urge to show that to him is easier this way since your reactions are partially hidden but you can still feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. As your walls flutter around him and you finally think you’ve had enough time hiding to have some sort of a grip on reality you feel his hand warm and certain on your wrist.

“Now now, keep your hands out of the way and stop playing dirty. You know I don’t like that.” His voice comes out raspy as he pushes his hair away from his forehead, his other hand firmly clenched around your wrist to hold it against the bed frame. Now, you’re forced to look at him as he rocks back and forth each time slamming into you without restraint, deep and fast. His tip hits your sweet spot almost every single time without fail making you jolt. When your hips weakly rock back against him in an attempt to get more and your thighs spread further it only spurs him on. Watching your body react all for him? Seeing you tighten around him as you get closer and try to hold him inside of you, babbling breathlessly about how badly you need to let go and cum? Perfect. Your body is pliant beneath his hands and his touch, your mind allowing itself to give into him too. You mindless and drunk on pleasure; That’s all he could ever want or ask for. What a beautiful sight.

“Sure.” He responds to your pleas, intertwining his fingers with yours against the bed. “But…”

You look up at him, desperation in your eyes and your lips parted.

“I want to see your face when you cum.”

You let out a final sob as the building knot of pleasure in your lower stomach snaps.

And yes, Kaeya gets exactly what he wanted.

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thatoneidiotdts · 3 years

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Sleeping (+morning routine) headcanons for some genshin boys

A/n: hello ladies and gentlemen I'm happy to announce that I may be back now that my life has decided to stop throwing endless shit at me. Now I also write for genshin so feel free to send asks in my inbox!!

Warnings: nightmares for xiao, favoritism in diluc's part, purposeful misspelling and slander in C*ilde's part,overall tooth rotting fluff

Zhong li

Sleeps like a rock (pun intended)

This man will not wake up unless there is an emergency

No matter how much noise you make or whatever is going on around him he'll stay there laying in bed completely silent

His breathing is so quiet you think he's dead half the time if not for his endless sleep talking

And you can actually have full on conversations with him while he's asleep

Also he sleeps in a solider position which leaves you to cling on him like a koala on a big ass tree

Sleeps in really soft bamboo pyjamas that you bought for him

Zhong li will only wake up at exactly 7:30 am no matter if it's a week day or a weekend/ his day off

He also doesn't stay in bed for more than 10 minutes unless as stated before its his day off and you aren't awake yet

The man will stay there taking in the sunshine rays from the window as he's looking at your peaceful face

After an hour or two hell rub your back and gently wake you up with forehead kisses while softly calling your name

When you finally wake up you usually start with the morning hygiene and whatnot

Also he will ask you if you want to take a morning bath together but absolutely respects you decision if you won't and you don't need to even give him a reason you declined in the first place but will make sure you know he loves you no matter what

After that he will sit down with you and drink tea and have breakfast with you for the next two hours

It's the only reason he wakes up so early

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After that he goes to do his usual shift at the wangsheng funeral parlor

Venti

Menace to society

He either sleeps sprawled out in a starfish position with his arm and leg over your body or in a fetal position with his face buried in your breasts/chest

He usually sleeps in your clothes or in his everyday clothes

His little snores are super cute tho

Venti's snoring isn't super loud, it's actually really quiet but still there

Since he's a bard he stays at the Angel's share until it closes which is usually very late into the night so he sleeps until like 2pm

He isn't a heavy sleeper so you usually accidentally wake him up if you have some errands to run early in the morning

Venti will cling to you and pretend that he's asleep so that you can stay in bed with him

After like 20 minutes of this he finally let's you go and makes you promise him that you'll be back quickly

When you returned to your shared house from doing commissions you found him still sleeping in the bed so you quietly took a shower and snuggled in with him for another hour or two

After he finally wakes up for real this time he has breakfast lunch with you and goes off to Angel's share but not before giving you a thousand kisses

Kaeya

He's sleep schedule is ON POINT

He always gets back from Angel's share at exactly 1:00am, showers, eats and does his skin care routine and gets in bed around 1:30am

He also wakes up at exactly 9am but stays in bed until ten

He trashes through the night, he also talks in his sleep but it really weird and it's mostly things that are in English but you can't understand them at all

Kaeya is also a blanket snatcher and will snatch your blanket if you aren't holding it tightly

I feel like he also sleeps with socks on but has a few special pairs of socks that have some cute patterns that he would rather be caught working with the fatui by his own brother than wear them outside once

Also sleeps in silk pyjamas, doesn't care if the cotton ones are easier to breathe through, he likes the feeling of silk on his skin

Kaeya loves his personal space and he doesn't like to be touched while he sleeps but makes up for it when he's awake but still in bed

The only exception is when it's cold outside, I headcannon he's naturally cold and he doesn't like it at all

His morning routine is 90% of him taking care of his face and showering

His skincare routine is also more expensive than some people's houses so don't touch his products plz

Kaeya will gladly teach you the basics of skin care and will buy you your own products that thinks will suit your skin better

He's also almost late to work every day so every day you see him put on his shoes calmly, take in a deep breath and then he kisses you goodbye and runs off like a mad man in order to get to the headquarters on time

Diluc

He has so much unprocessed trauma I would be surprised is sleep schedule is anything but a mess

Diluc doesn't sleep a lot, he would have a normal sleep schedule but since he has a lot of stuff to do all the time it stops him from sleeping property

Not only does he work as a bartender at Angel's share when Charles can't he also works as the Mondstat's one and only Dark Night Hero

He usually comes home around 4 or 5 am and will only sleep until like 8 and you will have to force him to have a nap in the afternoon

Also he sleeps in his everyday clothing and he's sometimes too tired to even take his coat off

Diluc sleeps on his stomach which causes him to have back and neck problems but it's the only way he can actually fall asleep

He's a really light sleeper which also adds up to his sleeping problem

Also he snores loudly, like really loudly, and he only snores at night for some weird reason

You discovered that because one day you accidentally woke up at like 6 am and you couldn't fall back asleep because of his loud snoring but you didn't dare to move since you knew how little rest he gets

He's not a morning person at all, if he didn't hate alcohol, he would be the person that chugs half a bottle of vodka in the morning just to keep him awake

Diluc usually starts his morning off with some personal hygiene and then starts doing the endless paperwork without even having breakfast or anything to drink

So out will have to force him to eat and drink so that he doesn't pass out from work

On the rare days he doesn't have any work to do he usually sleeps them off to make up for the time he didn't sleep

Albedo

Chalk boy over here also has a terrible sleep schedule

He's not really forcing himself to stay up but rather doesn't realize how late it is

You will have to pull him out of his work in order for him to go to sleep

Albedo has a special pair of pyjamas that he wears when he's sleeping and he only wears them because for his last birthday Klee has given him a pair of pyjamas that were originally grey but she hand painted them herself with the help of Jean and Lisa and he's been sleeping in them ever since

And when i say every day I mean every day

But don't worry he hand washes them every two days and takes special care of them in order to not wash of the fabric paint

His snores are also really quiet and quite cute, I recommend commenting on that if you wanna see him blush ^-^

Albedo usually sleeps on his stomach but unlike Diluc he is small enough to not crush you under his weight so he usually sleeps with his head on your stomach or buried in your neck

Pease touch his hair he melts when you do

Albedo can sleep for a looonng time if you don't wake him up so he relies on you to wake him up or else he'll spend the next 16 hours in bed sleeping without a care in the wold

When he wake up he does his usual morning routine, which is usually a quick shower, breakfast, brushing his teeth and his hair out, and then goes off to work

He will absolutely make you have a nap with him in the afternoon or whenever he feels tired

Xiao

He doesn't sleep much, hell I don't this man sleeps at all sometimes

Adepti don't really require sleep or food like normal humans do

It took a lot of time for him to trust you enough to sleep besides him

Xiao doesn't feel safe while sleeping at all, he also fears that his karmic dept might take affect on you so he keeps his distance for quite some time

For the first month or two he would wear his normal every day clothes but then you gift him a cute plain green onesie and at first he straight up refused to put 'that thing' on but he gave in and hasn't sleep in anything else since

At first he would be the big spoon so that he can protect you from any harm but when you spooned him for the first time he felt so safe and warm he never wanted to let go of that feeling ever again

After that he would ask you under his breath if you could spoon him more often, you barely understood what he was saying but perfectly understood what he wanted and needed.

He also regularly has nightmares which causes him to trash around and maybe whack you in the face once or twice but you're quick to calm him down

Xiao never really realized that he was hurting you until he gently hugged you and you winced because he accidentally touched the small mark he left the previous night after having another nightmare

Doesn't touch you or sleep with you for a week after that, he already hurt you enough but you don't really care so you coaxed him into sleeping with you again very easily since he missed your warmth a lot

He doesn't really have a morning routine but he does wake up every morning before you so that he can teleport to the Huaguang Stone Forest to pick some Qingxin flowers for you

He's also gets back into your arms right before you wake up so that it seems like he never left in the first place

But you always notice the new fresh bouquet of the beautiful white flower on your desk and thank him for it

T*rtaglia

Listen here ok I'mma be real with y'all

Turbulence sleeps exactly one hour less than normal people but makes it seem like he gets like 2 hours of sleep per night

"Ugh I didn't sleep last night at all😩😏" Like bro stfu

He also makes jokes about sleeping so little because he was with you last night or that he was training so hard or doing a mountain of paper work

While you know damn well he was with you entire night sleeping like a baby right by your side

He sleeps naked solely so that one day when a hypothetical intruder gets into your home he can scare them off by yelling at them while being completely naked 💀

But he will put a pair of pyjamas on if you're uncomfortable

He mostly sleeps on his side because he needs to hold something while he's sleeping, if you aren't with him that night he will hug your pillow and sleep like that

Tagliatelle also doesn't like to sleep when in a cold room so he will have one of those water bottles that people use for back pain and will put one in the pillow he's holding and two in the blanket itself

He's totally a morning person and has no problem with getting out of the bed in less than like 10 minutes unless you ask him not to

If he has a day off he won't sleep in that much but he will curl up beside you and 'accidentally' place his head on your boobs/chest

Y'all saying Terrorism is the caring older brother? WRONG he's the forgotten middle child. we ofc know about Tonia, Anthon and Teucer but he also has two older brothers and at least one older sister

I feel like he's the middle child that had to take all the responsibilities when the older three/four moved out

So yeah he can make a damn fine breakfast for you without skipping a beat

But don't let me even start on his personal hygiene

Like shower are fine ok and he baths once a week only because he can but like

I know damn well his back teeth are ROTTING

He only uses mouthwash and brushes the front and bottom part of the teeth so that they look presentable meanwhile his back teeth got their souls sucked out

Moving on from that Tellurium can't really spend the whole morning with you so he will have to leave you late in the morning.

Coffee? :>

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buckyhoney · 3 years

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𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜.𝐞

a/n: new and improved nsfw with the one and only chris!

pairing: chris evans x reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! however, DO NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics!

18+ warning

warnings: 18+, language, mentions of the following: mommy (brief)/daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, oral (m & f), fingering, sex toys, anal play, bulge kink, praise/degrading kink, overstimulation, mentions of restraints, edging, choking, spanking (pussy, titties, ass), unprotected sex, marking, cum play, nudes/videos, mutual masturbation, masturbation (f & m), sorry for any missed typos & if i forgot a warning plz let me know!!

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

he is so attentive after sex. with the rougher more aggressive nights, he'll immediately turn into the softest person. cleaning off the leaking cum, kissing the side of your thighs, or holding you while you catch your breath.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on themselves and on their partner)

surprisingly enough, he loves your mouth. especially how versatile it is- one moment you're whispering how much you appreciate him, then the filthy words drip off your tongue. nothing beats it- well, maybe how pretty it looks when it's stuffed full.

chris loves his hands. much for the same reason, how versatile they are, how in seconds they can go from gently caressing and worshiping your body to pinning your arms above your head. chris can't get enough of how you melt into a puddle when they're on your body.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

the breeding kink is strong in this one. his cum is either inside you or in your mouth. "swallow all of it for me, sweetheart, be a good girl for me," the sight of his cum dripping from the side of your mouth makes him feral. how pretty it looked glistening on your chin. when he wants to extra adventurous, he'll fill your cunt with cum and make you go out. "you're gonna be nice and full for me, yeah?" he coos, pulling your panties back up your legs.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

he wants you to dominate him- put him in his place and make him beg. the majority of the time, chris is in control and he likes it that way. there are a few moments here and there he thinks about his hands being tied behind his back and begging for you to let him cum. the thought of you straddling his waist and saying "poor baby, whining isn't going to get you anywhere. need you to tell mommy what you want,"

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

1000%. not only is he experienced, but he is also good. if isn't good at a certain thing, you best believe he is practicing and making sure he gets good at it- especially if it comes to pleasuring you.

F = Favorite Position (Self explanatory)

chris goes feral in doggy. he gets the best view of your ass and is in control. back arched, ass in the air, and your moans are muffled against the mattress while his hips connect with yours. "look at this perfect ass, all mine," he also enjoys when you're riding him.

the only problem with you being on top is that it's hard for you to take him on your own. the whimpers and shakey thighs makes him chuckle- he loved seeing you struggle to take him. "am i too big for the tight hole? need me to help you?" then without warning he thrusts upward- filling you completely.

chris loves how deep he can get with you on top, hitting your cervix with every thrust- he can't enough with seeing his cock poke through your stomach, "fuck, princess, look how deep i am, i can see myself through your tummy,"

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy?)

there is a time and place for both, but the majority of the time he is passionate. chris is a very passionate man, it translates to his sex life. the goofy-lighthearted sex comes into play when the two of you are more on the tipsy side and you're needy and don't care.

H = Hair (Are they well groomed?)

chris makes sure everything it clean and kept neat. he isn't completely bare, but he makes sure that everything is ready to go when the time comes- even in the spur-of-the-moment situations.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

he's away he will look at your pictures of videos that you've sent him- or even facetime you. masturbating when you're at work, sending you videos of his cum spilling from his tip is almost a weekly occurrence. there is a game you two play- how long can you watch each other before someone caves in (chris usually caves, not being able to contain himself)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he is an adventurous man- one that has a lot of kinks and is pretty down to try anything at least once. the kinks that show up the most throughout his sex life are: degrading/praise, breeding, and size. "such an obedient little whore- taking daddy's cock like it was made for you" his growls filling your ears as his lips against them with his hand wrapped around your throat.

punishments for teasing him in public or cumming without him led to spanking- spanking with his hand, paddles, belts- whatever he could find. if you couldn't stay quiet, there would be no hesitation with a swat to your breast or cunt. "i said, shut the fuck up and take it,"

honorable mentions: innocent/corruption kink, edging, overstim, and anal play

L = Location (Favorite place to do it)

anywhere and everywhere, but he feels the most comfortable at home- knowing he is able to do whatever he wants to you there without fear of something happening or getting caught. especially when you guys are experimenting, he likes the freedom to test your volume and edge you for hours on end.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

the little things get him going: lingering glances, innocent touches, frustrated moans, etc. but when you want to turn him on? it's spandex. making sure that your ass looks extra irresistible. chris short circuits when he sees that thin material barely covering your ass- he doesn't know what to do with himself.

N = No (Something they will not do. Turn offs.)

he will try anything once. do with that what you will

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

chris gets so much pleasure out of making you squirm. the way your body reacts to his touch or his mouth. he knows where the clit is and if he misses, he has no problem with you showing him. "i could stay between these thighs all night" "cum all over my mouth- let me taste you, sweetheart"

he knows how to use his fingers and use them well. the combination of both mouth and fingers throws you for a loop. this is where overstimulation comes in. chris is addicted to the taste of you and when he finally gets his taste, there is no stopping him- even if you already came.

as much as he is a giver, he does love receiving. chris is a head pusher and uses your hair as a guide. he loves getting head while driving or when he needs a quick release- and quickies aren't an option. he can't get enough of watching his cock disappear inside your mouth and feeling himself hit the back of your throat. "take it all, princess, i know you can do it," "there you go- that's my girl"

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

he is both, but chris is a dom at heart and makes sure you know who's in charge- that doesn't mean wont take it slow and show you how much you mean to him. the passionate nights are slow and deep- and you know how loved you are.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

between interviews, before meetings, family gatherings- or at family gatherings, dinners, when chris gets the urge- there is no stopping him from finding the nearest bathroom or private hallway and taking you against the wall or on a countertop.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

chris will try anything once. he will text you randomly an idea he has or will come up from behind you and whisper his thoughts. chris is always looking for new ways to spicy things up and make things more adventurous.

he loves the risk and the added fear factor of getting caught- he obviously knows the limits and when it's appropriate to risk it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

his stamina is average, but his sex drive is high- just needs a few moments to recover then he's ready for the next round. sometimes he'll break it up by going down on you or focusing on your body, allowing his time to recover.

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

he LOVES them. chris has an array of vibrators, plugs, paddles for spanking, handcuffs, ropes, and restraint in a box in his closet. when they get pulled out, you never know if they'll be used for rewards or punishments and that's the thrill of the black box.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

teasing is his favorite activity- he gets off on seeing you worked up and sexually frustrated. his fingers will slide underneath your shirt, or dip below your waistband, grazing your clit before he removes his hands.

chris will use his hands during conversations more than normal because he knows how much you love them or he'll wear his sweatpants extra low with no underwear underneath- he knows what he's doing and loves watching you squirm

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

this man is the biggest dirty talker! he loves to degrade and praise you at the same time- whispering in your ear when in missionary. grunt/moan/whimper- he is not afraid to make noise

"you're such a good stupid whore," "you look so pretty with my cum dripping out of you," "only good girls to get to cum," "such a filthy slut, look at you begging to suck Daddy's cock" "I make the rules around here, princes." "disobey, Daddy one more, princess- and watch what happens."

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon for your character)

he likes it when you're a brat- he'll say how much he hates when you disobey him because now he has to punish you- but it's his favorite part. man, does he love it when you ignore his commands and when you fight back. it turns him on even more and makes his cock throb.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

a good 6.5-7- it's a step higher than average, but not quite above average- and girthy (we've all seen the picture)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

he is like a microwave, it take him 2 seconds to heat up. he is ready anytime and can/will do it anywhere!

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

he gets more energized after you're done. adrenaline pumps through him, taking him longer to come down. he'll do aftercare and help you get to sleep then will do his own little routine to help him calm down.

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chromes-corner · 2 years

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Top! Licorice plz! I gotta know! Curiosity is killing me! I see everyone offering money but...imma offer cake! 🍰

*takes the cake and puts it in my pocket* mm snack for later :P

thanks for the request!! enjoy!!!!!!

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(NSFW)

Licorice/Reader

Notes: NSFW headcanons

Content Warnings: NSFW

A/N: oh the things i write in my precious free time

Licorice is very much the jealous type, so of course he’s gonna be marking you up anywhere he can.

He bites. Hard. He likes hearing your surprise when he clamps down on your neck/shoulder.

Loves power dynamics. He is not Licorice when you two are doing the dirty. You will refer to him only by “master.”

Licorice has a cute little collar with your name on the tag. He fits it tight enough to your throat that you can feel your pulse.

You better believe he’ll make you wear ridiculous sexy outfits (think: stereotypical anime bullshit) and roleplay with them. That shit makes him drool.

This man is absolutely shameless. When you come back after being gone for a while, there’s about a 70 percent chance that you’ll walk in on him with his dick in his hand, waiting for you.

He’ll sneak off with you to fuck when you’re out on missions. This happens pretty often.

^^he just grabs you by the hand and leads you to some dark corner he scouted out previously.

Orgasm denial. He fucking loves watching you squirm and beg for him. Real boost to his ego.

Licorice talks a lot during sex. Most of the time it’s just babble like “you like that?” or “yeah, just like that.”

He likes it when you’re vocal as well. If you’re volume is not to his liking, he might make you speak up (through various means).

The thought of the others hearing you and him in bed makes him shudder. He likes to hold the fact that he’s getting laid whenever he wants over their heads.

^^Dark Choco doesn’t give a shit (at least not vocally), but it sets Pom off. She yells at Licorice for keeping her awake at night with his and your “debauchery,” but Licorice just laughs it off and calls her jealous.

^^^Whenever she’s pissed off at him for that, it makes him want to rail you even harder the next night.

Despite taking charge during sex, Licorice is a sucker for being held afterwards. You make him the happiest guy in the world :)

#cookie run x reader #licorice cookie x reader #nsft

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linorachas · 3 years

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sunday's best. | bang chan

⁍ pairing — bang chan x reader ⁍ genre — fluff and smut ⁍ word count — 11.2k words ⁍ details — established relationship, domesticity, producer!chan, choreographer!reader, lots of cuddles and kissing (again), you're both really in love (again), hard smut | details under the cut ⁍ notes — part 2 of for the weekend is here! thank you so much to everyone who supported part 1 and asked for more. it gave me so much motivation to start and finish this one and i maaay have gotten a little bit carried away considering it's almost triple the size. and the smut... yea.... this could be read as a one-shot, but there’s a lot of elements from pt. 1 that i referenced in here, so please check that one out first! and also please please lmk if you enjoyed! ♥️ ⁍ summary — Day 2. Holding up your end of the deal, strawberry ice cream, and Ugly Cat bowls.

⁍ smut specifics — dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, one mention of the word "daddy", possessiveness on chan’s part (but not the asshole kind), a smidge of oral (f. receiving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, choking (but not really? just hand on throat), reader talks about liking the pain a lot, dry humping, slightest bit of cum play ⁍ little side note — please practice safe sex u guys. wrap it up. these guys are not good role models at all. be safe. also always pee after sex. plz. also this isn't proofread god bless

Saturday, 3:20 pm

“Time to fulfill my part of the deal so we can get on with yours.”

You hold your breath, stunned at the determination in Chan’s eyes. You’re distracted at the way his lips curl and at how his dimples pop out, your eyes following the line of his broad shoulders. You eye the ridges of his arms, down to the veins in his hands, parched throat swallowing when you get to his defined abs.

God, he was sexy.

You follow his happy trail, down and down until-- ah. Right. He was still naked. In the kitchen.

Your face scrunches up comically, desire disappearing as you hop off the counter and shoo him away.

“Go get some clothes, what the hell. Do you know how unsanitary it is to be naked in here? Gross, Chan.”

Staring at you in disbelief, Chan gapes, “after you just blatantly checked me out? I saw that!”

You walk past him, rummaging through the cupboards for food. “Unless you want me to come near you with a pair of scissors close to your-”

“I’m going, I’m going!” Chan shouts, as he rushes back to the bedroom, the panic in his voice making you laugh.

You’re just starting to fill up a pot with water when arms sneak around your waist and a very clingy but now fully dressed Bang Chan nuzzles his face into your neck, humming.

“What do you want me to cook for you, baby?” He asks excitedly, ready to do anything.

You snort. “Unless you can magically conjure up some groceries, I don’t think you can cook me anything at all.”

Chan freezes at that, releasing his hold on you so he could open the refrigerator and cupboards, mouth dropping in shock when he sees that there really was no food. You’ve both been so busy this week, spending most of your meals at that company, that you both probably forgot to do mini-grocery runs.

“Though we do have like, 4 packs of ramen left and half a can of spam.” You call Chan’s attention back to you, gesturing towards the food on the counter. Chan, the big eater that he was, deflates at the sight, looking exactly like a kicked puppy.

“Aw, I know that’s not enough for you, baby.” You coo, shuffling over to Chan to pinch his cheek. It starts gentle at first, but then you put a bit of pressure, narrowing your eyes. “But if you eat more than your share, I’m biting you.”

Chan yelps, nodding rapidly as your pinch his cheek harder, “okay! Okay! I won’t steal from your share, I promise, baby- ow!”

You relent soon after, pressing a sweet kiss to Chan’s reddened cheek as he scowls at you. “Good. Now let’s get cooking, because if I don’t have food in me in the next 3 minutes I really might start biting you.”

Chan jumps out of your reach at that, and you watch him with a smile as he bustles around to prepare your food. You get a bowl each after it cooks, perfectly equal in portion size. There aren’t any words being shared as you both settle on the couch, your thighs pressed together as you slurp on your noodles, putting on a drama you were both invested in. Chan doesn’t notice when you slip your one last remaining piece of spam into his bowl, too busy berating a main character for being stupid, but he does let you finish off the soup in his bowl.

You and Chan start working on chores after that, because when you were looking for the remote control under the couch, you’re greeted with a cloud of dust, making you sneeze thrice.

Chan laughs at you, but then he’s cut off by his own sneeze too. You share one look before you’re both scrambling towards the cleaning supplies.

It takes you both hours just to clean the whole apartment and do some laundry, the sky already dark when you settle back down on the couch.

Considering you literally had no ingredients to cook with, you decide to order for dinner, and there’s a small dispute as to who has to get up to accept the food and pay the delivery man. The fight is resolved with a quick game of rock, paper, scissors; Chan winning fairly, but you still complain on your way to the door.

“We should work out,” Chan pipes up suddenly when you’re both lying on your sides on the couch, him being the little spoon. Dinner was a quick affair, and now you’re both just basking in the happiness of having a full stomach.

You make a face. “Was that not enough of a workout?” you ask, referring to your spotless apartment.

Chan snorts, turning around so his front was facing you. But he slides down, making a sound akin to purr as he buries his face in your neck. “I mean, like. Yoga. Leg day reps. Jogging?”

You groan, pinching his side. “I dance for a living. You go work out. Let me rot on this couch for tonight.”

Chan laughs at that, but doesn’t pester you about it anymore. You let him rest on your clavicle as you focus on your attention to the drama that was currently airing on the TV, slightly interested now.

You’d have thought Chan was asleep if it wasn’t for the kisses that he presses on your neck, harmless little pecks that soon have a bit of teeth in them. You lean your head back, finding the action more comforting than anything, but then Chan’s tongue suddenly darts out to lick at a spot near your jaw, and you shiver.

You sigh, but you don’t push him away. Instead, your fingers card through his hair, making Chan groan happily. He stops pestering your neck then, enjoying your fingers massaging and scratching at his scalp.

But your first mistake was thinking you were safe, because suddenly, there’s a thigh slipping in between your legs, pressing against your covered mound.

“Ah,” you moan, surprised, but Chan doesn’t do anything else after that, just lets his thigh rest there. You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “I thought you were going to work out.”

“This is my workout.” Chan whispers, and when you feel his devilish smile against your skin, you knew you were doomed.

Chan presses his thigh against your clothed pussy more insistently, making you squirm. The thin material of your panties and sleep shorts barely provided any layers between you, heightening the pleasure.

His thigh flexes, and the feeling of your clit grinding down on the hardened muscle was simply too good to ignore, and you’re humping Chan’s thigh before you could even think twice about it.

“Good girl,” Chan praises when he notices your hips gyrating, leaning up for a second to press a sweet kiss to your lips. He continues to adjust, helping you find the best position for your pleasure. “Keep rubbing that pretty pussy on me, baby, that’s it.”

You moan when a hand slides under your shirt and brushes against one of your nipples, Chan rolling the slowly hardening nub between his fingers. You feel yourself getting wet embarrassingly quick, and you knew you could cum like this. Chan has made you cum multiple times before just from clitoral stimulation alone, and dry humping was no exception to that.

You’re just about to ask if he was really going to let you cum, but then Chan pulls his thigh away, and the knot in your stomach disappears.

You groan for an entirely different reason now, upset at your orgasm being taken away from you. But Chan busies himself with tugging at your shirt until you get the idea and take it off, and he immediately latches his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking.

You suck in a breath through gritted teeth, pressing his head closer to your chest as he paid attention to both your nipples, licking and sucking and biting. You were getting uncomfortably wet now, your panties damp, and you convey this to Chan in hopes that he would speed things up.

You should have known that it would just spur him on.

“You wet for me already?” Chan asks once he stops marking your breasts, facing you with a grin.

You nod rapidly. “Yes, so if you could fuck m-”

“Ah,” Chan tuts, “let me feel first.”

You don’t even get a chance to protest because Chan’s hand is already disappearing, slipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties to slide two of his fingers between your folds. You jolt at the contact, moaning as he uses those two fingers to rub circles on your clit gently.

“Chan,” you moan and he hums distractedly, leaning down to suck more marks on your skin. He slips in a finger without warning, but since you were so wet and ready for him, you took his finger in easily.

Chan curses, testing the waters by slipping in a second finger slowly, and though there was a bit of a sting this time, his second finger slides in just as easily.

“God, baby, you’re soaking.”

Chan crooks his fingers, brushing against your g-spot almost immediately, making you jolt and whine. He picks up the pace, fingers fucking in and out you fast despite your underwear and shorts restricting most of his hand movement.

He comes up for a kiss, your mouth opening automatically for him to slip his tongue in. He groans into your mouth at your obedience, free hand gripping your jaw tight. He sucks on your tongue just as he adds a third finger, and you pull away to hiss.

Chan’s fingers were long and filled you up nicely, and with how he was rubbing at your g-spot insistently, it wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm climbing up again.

“I’m prepping you, but it looks like you don’t need it with how you’re sucking my fingers in, baby.” Chan shakes his head, playful disbelief coloring his tone. “Did you think about my cock in you all day? Wanted me to fuck you that bad?”

“Yeah, yes, I- ah,” you gasp, nodding at his words rapidly. Chan leans in to kiss you again, but you manage to stop him with a shaky hand pressed to his chest, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“You held up your end of the deal,” you whisper, already breathless, “it’s time I hold up mine.”

Chan’s eyes darken, and you squeak when he suddenly sits up on his knees, free hand yanking your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion. He leans back down to get the kiss you stopped at before, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and making you moan.

“But first,” Chan murmurs against your lips, voice leaving no room for discussion. “You cum for me now.”

Now that there was no clothing to restrict his hand movements, the pace of Chan’s fingers picked up faster, driving you crazy and making you squirm on the couch. Chan pins your hips down with his other hand so he could drive his fingers into you easily, and the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting inside your cunt was so lewd you felt yourself blushing.

It only takes a quick brush of Chan’s thumb against your clit to have your body snapping, trembling in Chan’s arms as your hole convulses against his fingers. Chan groans like he was the one having an orgasm, eyes appreciatively staring at the way your head was thrown back, chest heaving up and down.

Chan pulls his fingers out carefully, planning to just wipe them on his shirt, but then you make a noise, catching his attention. He looks up, confused, but then sees the way your gaze was trained on his fingers— which were slicked with your juices— and his cock got so hard, it started to hurt.

“Fuck, you’re filthy.” Chan whispers, but he brings his fingers up to your lips, letting you lick and suck to your heart’s content. Chan swallows as you look up at him through your lashes, cleaning his fingers thoroughly with long swipes of your tongue. For each glimpse he sees of the wet appendage around his finger, his dick jumps in his sweatpants.

You pull off slowly when you finish, eyes still locked with Chan’s. The both of you were breathing hard now, gazes intense as you stared each other down. At first, you felt like both the predator and the prey. Chan could destroy you with his fingers alone if he wanted to, but he was easy to fluster as well.

But then Chan tilts your head up with a single finger, leaning down to press a soft, slow kiss to your lips, a kiss so full of intent, lust and— love, that it leaves you breathless, eyes wide.

Chan lips quirk. “Bedroom?”

Saturday, 10:41 pm.

“Arch for me, baby.” Chan orders, breathless, hand smoothing down your lower back. You were truthfully too weak to hold yourself up already, mind numbed with pleasure, but you do your best, legs shaking with the effort to present yourself. But the pleased grumble that immediately comes out of Chan definitely makes the grueling position worth it.

You were both naked now, having shed Chan’s clothes as soon as you stumbled through the bedroom door, after you spent a good ten minutes just making out against it. Chan had shut the door with a quick kick, carrying you on the way to the bed even though it was only a few steps away.

But you didn’t complain, not when he dropped you in the middle and immediately manhandled you to your hand and knees, tugging your hips close to him with a grunt.

“That’s my good girl,” Chan leans down, whispering the words against the nape of your neck as the tip of his cock slid between your folds.

You start whining, because you were much more exposed in this position and you were being good but Chan wasn’t doing anything about it and you just wanted to be fucked. You convey your displeasure by pushing back against Chan’s cock, trying to get it to slip in you without his help.

“Want it inside, sweetheart? Hm?” Chan mumbles against your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe teasingly. “I can feel your greedy little hole twitching against me. Shit, you want it that bad?”

You nod rapidly, uncaring of how desperate you looked. Mostly because Chan liked that look on you. He liked knowing that you let your guard down around him, that nobody in the world could bring you to your knees and have you begging to be filled like he does.

Chan never explicitly shows how much he likes thinking that you belong to him, because he really does believe you’re your own person and not an object to be owned. But here, like this, with your throbbing pussy against this cock and your teary eyes pitifully looking up at him to do something, anything— it brought out a sense of possessiveness in Chan that he never knew he had.

These were the kind of feelings that only you could bring out of him. You were the only one who ever made him feel like this, and the rush of both excitement and fear over it admittedly has him going crazy at times.

But there’s nothing in the world he loves more than knowing you feel exactly the same.

He sees this in the way you tilt your head up, begging for a kiss. It has him breaking out of character, lips tugging up into a fond smile, since he’d planned to be mean and tease you for a bit. But he doesn’t resist when he leans down to kiss you, not when the urge is so strong. Especially not when your smile against his lips felt like the world’s most addicting drug.

Ah, how lucky was he to have fallen in love with you?

“Channie,” you hiccup once he pulls away, and he presses kisses down your shoulder, hiding a smile. This is why he could never be a hard dom with you. One kiss and he’s weak.

“Mhm, I got it, I got it. Just relax for me, yeah? I’ll fill you up real good, sweetheart. Just relax for me.” Chan soothes, pulling back to sit up on his knees.

He grabs a hold of his cock so he could line it up and push in, but then he can’t stop the groan that comes out his throat when the contact eases the pressure on his cock. He hasn’t been touched since you started, and with how wet you were when he pressed against you, he didn’t even need lube. His hand slid up and down easily.

You bit your lip. You were torn between enjoying the godly image of Chan jerking off to the sight of you bent over for him or finally enjoying the feeling of being filled up. Chan pleasuring himself was always a sight to see, veiny arms flexing every time his hand moved.

His eyes fluttered close, and your eyes greedily followed the line of his jaw and the long column of his throat, mouth dry with how much you wanted to suck marks on it.

But you were once again reminded why you can’t, and you were in this position for a reason.

“My end of the deal,” you start, catching your boyfriend’s attention, “was to let myself be fucked six ways to sunday.”

You pause, your hand sliding behind you to slip your own fingers into your soaking pussy. You moan when one finger slips right in, bright eyes meeting Chan’s dark ones.

“Should I have just done that myself?”

Nothing could have prepared you for the way Chan yanked your finger out, gaze hard as he locked both your arms behind you back. He was only holding your arms back with one of his hands, but the grip felt as tight as a rope.

You shiver in anticipation.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby.” Chan hisses, finally pushing his cock inside, easily slipping in with how wet and stretched you were from his fingers.

He moves slowly, determined to make you feel every inch and ridge and vein of his cock against your clenching walls. You squirm and gasp as he pushes and pushes, filling you up so well until his hips are finally flushed against your ass.

“I’ll fuck you so well you’ll feel it here,” he slides his free hand down to your lower stomach, pressing down until he almost feels his cock bulging in you, “and you’ll feel it until next weekend.”

Then he pulls back and thrusts inside again, this time slamming in hard.

You choke on a breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Chan goes in deep and fast. The position allowed him to reach inside you deeper than ever, and you almost swear you feel him in your stomach.

He finds your g-spot again in no time, knowing your body better than you do. You jerk in his hold when he does and a scream gets stuck in your throat, and the fact that you could feel Chan’s amusement from your reaction just made it even hotter. You had no time to breath from how hard and fast Chan was fucking you, let alone make a sound.

God, you loved it.

It’s what has you cumming in no more than three more thrusts, mouth gaping like a fish out of water as the knot in your stomach finally snapped. Chan seems to have noticed, given that you were clenching around him like crazy, and the laugh he lets out is so attractive that you feel yourself clench again.

“Aww, already, Y/N?” He teases, making you flush. He sounded smug, and you made a mental note to kick him for it later.

And though he seemed to have noticed your orgasm, Chan doesn’t stop. In fact, he shifts his position and somehow finds a way to push himself in deeper, forcefully pushing a long, drawn out moan from your throat. He makes you ride out your orgasm, eyes staring intently at the way his cock slid in out of you, covered in your juices.

“Shit, Channn,” you groan out his name, voice breaking as he continues to drive his cock into you. “I- ah, ah, Channie, please, I can’t-“

“You can,” Chan grunts out simply, as if he knew your core was already tightening for your second orgasm in a row.

You open your mouth again to plead— for him to stop or keep going? you didn’t know— but then Chan slows down, and you finally manage to suck in the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Keeping his cock in you, Chan lets go of your arms, both of his hands now sliding under your torso to pull you up. You gasp at the sudden change in position, now sitting back on your knees as Chan’s arm wrapped snugly around your waist.

“Fuck,” Chan grunts in your ear, inhaling through gritted teeth as he thrusts into you again properly. His fingers trail down your hips and up your stomach, hands brushing up and down your skin like he was mapping it out. It tickled, and with every brush of Chan’s hand against a sensitive part of your body, you clench.

He moans lowly, the sound right by your ear and making you shiver. “You open up so well for me. You always do. So perfect for me, beautiful.”

Chan presses heated kisses on your shoulder, hands now gripping your waist tight so he could position you in a way that was pleasurable for both of you. When Chan’s lips trail higher, you subconsciously bear your neck to him, making him smile.

“Please,” you breathe out, your eyes stinging from the almost painful knot in your stomach, back so soon even though you’ve just calmed down.

“Again.” Chan exhales against your ear, hips picking up that demonic pace again. “Cum for me again.”

You moan, nodding mindlessly as Chan pulls you back onto his cock at the same time he thrusts forward. His big cock fills you up in all the right places, brushing against your sweet spot constantly and driving you crazy each time.

Since you were now being held up by Chan himself, you didn’t know what to do with your hands at this point, nails digging into your palms and creating indents.

But Chan, as attentive as ever even when he’s fucking you into oblivion, notices your hand situation and guides your arms upwards, pushing them back until your hands tangle in his hair instead.

The new position worked well for the both of you, because your back was arched to accommodate your arms, and Chan could drive his cock in that good kind of deep again.

Chan’s grunts by your ear just get you even hotter, along with his hisses every time you clench around him. He murmurs dirty praises in your ear, telling you over and over again how good your cunt felt around him and how you were taking him so well and how he’d love nothing more to be buried in you forever, so you’d never feel empty again.

The last straw is when his free hand comes up to your neck, fingers closing around your jaw so he could tilt your head up. You gasps noisily at that, tugging on his hair in surprise. You and Chan have talked about choking before, and though he wasn’t really cutting off your air, the feeling of his hand around your throat was more than enough to get you locking up around him.

Chan coos, lips brushing against your cheek as he talked you towards your orgasm. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Let me feel you cream around my cock again,” he grunts, pushing through the tight vice-like grip your walls had around him, “Come on, gorgeous. Let me feel it. Want you to cum for me again.”

You sob out Chan’s name, unaware of the tears slipping down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut and came for the second time in a matter of minutes. It was too fast, too sudden, still too sensitive from your last orgasm—

—and it was everything you ever wanted.

Chan immediately slows down when you start spasming around him, letting you ride out your orgasm slowly this time. He continues to murmur praises in your ear, pressing open mouthed kisses on the shoulder nearest to him.

You’re hiccuping and gasping his name, fingers tugging on his hair desperately. You were so lost in pleasure that you don’t notice him slowly pulling out and sitting back on his knees, pulling you back with him. He untangles your hands from his hair gently, and your arms limp at your sides now that you’re slumped over.

Chan brushes your hair back from your sweaty face when your head lolls back, and you easily accept the searing kiss that he presses on your lips. Though you were barely kissing back, breathing too hard to move your lips, you refused to let him pull away.

Chan’s kisses were like air for you during times like this, and you drink them in greedily.

“You were so good for me.” Chan praises once he pulls away, eyes bright as he stares down at you lovingly, thumb brushing against the tear tracks on your cheeks. “My good girl.”

Slipping an arm under your knees, he rearranges your positions so you could lie down on the middle of the bed. Chan lies on his side next to you, one hand propping his head up while the other hand intertwines with yours, squeezing every few seconds.

You were in a limbo, somewhere between still being conscious of your surroundings and feeling floaty, but Chan’s murmured praises and constant touches bring you back to the ground fully.

“Good?” Chan asks, sounding genuine, but you catch the smug look in his eyes.

You laugh quietly in response, eyes rolling good-naturedly, hand coming up to punch him playfully. Chan grins wide, leaning down so he could press a sweet kiss to your lips.

And when he pulls away, he brings your intertwined hands up to his face so he could place a kiss on the back of your hand too. You shudder from the sudden wave of affection going through you, feeling so lucky to be taken care of by someone as caring as Chan.

But. There was one issue.

“Channie,” you exhale, shifting to your side so you could plaster your sweaty body close to his, burying your face in his neck and breathing in his scent.

“Hmm?” He lets go of your hand so he could tuck your hair behind your ear, wanting to see your face.

“You didn’t-“ you start, indicating to the hard-on pressed against your thigh. You hear the breath he sucks in when you grind against it, but then there’s a hand stopping your hips from moving any more.

“We don’t have to.” Chan reassures, referring to your fucked out state as nicely as he could. It made you chuckle, until— “I already made you cry, anyway.”

You swat at his stomach, making him groan and laugh at the same time. He falls back onto the mattress, giggling as he shielded his torso away from your hands.

He was right, though. Your legs were already shaking, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine how sore you would be tomorrow. Not to mention the different bite marks around your body. You look like you’ve just been mauled by a wild animal.

But—

“I want more.” You whine softly, knowing it got to Chan whenever you vocalized what you wanted. You crawl up his body slowly, watching as he licked his lips. You hips lower, sitting right on Chan’s cock and grinding, and you relish in the way his teeth grits.

You lean down, letting your lips brush against his ear before whispering, “Want you to cum in me.”

“Shit,” Chan curses, hands coming up to catch your hips in a bruising grip, halting your movements again. He was definitely holding back for your sake, but you didn’t want that. You had a deal to uphold.

“Come on, daddy.” You purr in his ear, grinning when he tenses again. “Don’t you want to fuck me full of your cum?”

You squeak when Chan flips your positions, him now on top of you and your arms pinned above your head. You breathe heavily, watching as his glazed eyes rake over your marked form, like he was taking you in. Carving the way you look into his memories.

He leans down then, arms caging the sides of your head. “You drive me crazy.” He admits, voice fond despite his heated look, and you blush all the way to the tip of your ears.

“Crazy enough for you to fuck me into the mattress?” You ask, voice tilting up hopefully as you flush, but you’re cut off by your own moan when Chan suddenly spreads your legs and ducks down, tongue licking a fat stripe up your slit.

“Fuck!” You gasp at the sudden attack to your sensitive pussy, head throwing back and hands immediately coming down to grip Chan’s hair. “You- what are you- oh, fuck me.”

You could feel the puffs of breath against your clit as Chan laughed, and you hit him on the back using your foot, annoyed that he was laughing as you lost your mind. He ignores you, swirling and flicking his tongue around the sensitive nub, before continuing to dip his tongue inside you.

The moan he lets out rivals your own, and you gasp as Chan eats pussy like he’s a starved man and it's his first meal, the slurping noises he makes sounding lewd even to your own ears.

You chant his name like a prayer, squirming on the bed as you tug on his hair hard. That only serves to make him moan, which in turn also made you clench again.

“Baby,” you sob, “please. If I don’t get your cock in me, I’ll- I- please.”

Chan finally lets up at that, pressing one last kiss to your swollen clit before he kisses his way up your body.

“Yeah? You need it?” He asks, breathless, but it was clear he wasn’t waiting for an answer. He must be as worked up as you are, because there was no more teasing this time, and you gasp when you feel the head of his cock brushing against your slit.

“What the hell was that,” you demand, voice clipped because Chan was pushing inside you again, testing the waters with miniscule thrusts. You jerk each time.

“Wanted you to shut up.” Chan chuckles, but he’s cut off by his own groan when he feels your hot, velvety walls clamp around him in response. He sucks in a deep breath, feeling how wet you were from both your juices and his spit.

“Shit, baby, how are you still so tight?” Chan sighs contentedly, pressing open mouthed kisses to your cheek. He’s got his upper arms on either side of your head, and you’re so close together that your breasts press against his chest, making you jolt with every brush of your nipples against his pecs. “You fit my cock so well, got me so hard-“

“It’s cause- ah, I’m made for you, shit, right there-” you slur mindlessly, head thrown back from the pleasure as Chan drove straight into your g-spot again and again. The way he hit it so precisely each time should have freaked you out, but you were far too out of your mind with pleasure to think about it.

Chan’s hips falter at the words.

“What did you say, baby? Say that again.” Chan demands, sounding desperate, and you gather all the strength you had left to pick your head up and look up at him. With how close you were, you were pressed nose to nose, Chan leaning down even further so your forehead pressed together. You meet eyes, and you shudder at the intensity of his gaze, suddenly looking much more animalistic than before. Ah.

Bullseye.

“Was made for you.” You murmur again, clearer now, arms coming up to wrap around Chan’s shoulders for leverage as he used you to get to his own orgasm. “I take your cock well because you’ve ruined me for anybody else, Chan,” you admit, eyes shaking. “Nobody’s ever— ever going to make me feel like this. Like you do- oh, fuck!”

You feel Chan bristling at the mention of someone else, and despite your fuzzy mind, you rush to placate him. “I’m yours, baby. Just yours.” you swear, cupping his cheek and forcing him to focus his gaze on you. You needed him to understand. “Any way you want. All of me. I’m all yours.”

Chan’s hips stutter, and he leans down to press your mouths together again. He’s moving too much to have your lips locked in a proper kiss, but he nibbles your lips, breathing heavily as he whispers, “Mine.” over and over again against your jaw.

Your legs come up to wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind him. The pleasure and pain was so blurred that it was making you tear up again, but you pull him closer and beg him to go harder.

There’s a certain urgency to his thrusts now, more frantic and more desperate now that he’s let himself go, and you relish in his unrestrained groans and moans mixing with your own.

“Y/N,” he calls, voice guttural, and just the sounds of his fucked out voice saying your name has you tightening immediately again, making both you and Chan gasp. “Shit, baby, wait, I’m close- where-“

“Inside.” You beg, now nose to nose to Chan as he leaned his forehead on top of yours, eyes searching frantically. “Inside. I told you earlier, didn’t I?”

Chan groans, a loud and raw sound that vibrates against your chest, especially when he ducks his head down to the side so you were cheek to cheek now. You feel his teeth nip at your earlobe, low moans loud in your ear as his thrusts get more sloppy and uncoordinated.

“Y/N, are you-“

“I’m sure, Chan.” You turn your head, and your lips brush against his ear when you beg, “cum inside me. I want to feel it, want you to fuck your cum back into me. Please.”

Chan grunts, cock pulsing inside you at the thought. He was so close— teetering right at the edge as you continued to clench around him and whisper filthy things in his ear.

The last straw is when you tug his head back just in time, forcibly making your gazes meet when you whisper,

“Please, baby. Remind me that I’m yours.”

Chan’s jaw clenches, teeth grinding together as he finally stills and pumps his cum into you. The first spurt has you gasping noisily, clutching onto Chan tightly as he fills you up. You maintain eye contact for one glorious moment, but Chan’s eyes eventually flutter shut due to the overwhelming pleasure. You watch as his head lolls back, throat working out grunts and moans, complete bliss on his face.

The look is what triggers your fourth and final orgasm; dry and painfully, painfully good.

When he picks his head back up, your lips meet in a bruising kiss, tongues sliding against each other and teeth clacking as you both ride out your orgasm, him milking his cock inside you.

If you were filled before, you were bursting at the seams now.

Chan doesn’t pull out for a couple of minutes, the both of you catching your breath. But when he does finally pull out you immediately hiss, clearly oversensitive.

You clench unconsciously, but it’s no use, because you’re already shuddering from the feeling of Chan’s cum trailing out your hole.

Chan swallows, eyes staring intently at the way you clenched and unclenched with his cum dripping out of you, and he curses when his spent dick gives an interested twitch.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you croak out, shaking as you stretch your legs out. “If you so much as touch me right now, I might pass out.”

Chan’s lips quirk at the playfulness in your tone, but he knew there was some truth to your words. So he asks you if he can go get something to clean you up, only moving when you give him a clear response of yes. He’s back with a clean, damp cotton towel a minute later, as well as a bottle of water.

You groan in thanks when he makes you drink, patiently waiting until you’re finished to call your attention.

“Baby,” he calls, and you turn your head to face him. He holds the towel up as a form of a question, and you sigh, knowing it was better than nothing. You weren’t in any position to shower right now.

“Be careful, pl-“

“Shh.” Chan smoothes, starting by rubbing a thumb on your thigh. You were so high-strung that even that simple touch startled you, but Chan takes his sweet time and doesn’t rush you, distracting you with kisses every time you spasm.

He finishes cleaning you up soon enough, doing all the work and refusing to let you lift even a finger. You end up cuddled together after, just basking in each other’s warmth and your post-orgasm glows.

Sex with Chan was always amazing, because no matter how slow or how hard and fast you two went, it always ended in sweet kisses and cuddling. Chan never takes his hands off you, not even for a second, always attentive to your needs and wants. You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the whole wide world.

In the background, a phone pings, jolting you out of your daze.

“Babe,” Chan calls when he unlocks his phone, chuckling under his breath. “I really did fuck you six ways to sunday.”

You prop your head up on his arm, peering up at his phone lazily. The first thing you see is a picture of you on the lockscreen, taken from when you were napping on his studio couch. The second thing you see is the time and date.

Sunday, 1:34 am.

You snort, turning away from the harsh glare of his phone to bury your face in his bicep. “That wasn’t even six. That was like— three. Or four at most. I don’t know. I blacked out.”

Chan snickers, locking his phone and tossing it on the nightstand. He’ll deal with the notifications tomorrow. For now...

He turns back to you, lips tugging into a smirk as he trails the tip of his fingers down your back, making you shudder.

“Wanna make it six, then? We still have time.”

You immediately yelp, slapping his hand away and rolling off him. You wiggle under the covers, tucking it around you to shield your body away from Chan’s hands.

“Are you crazy?! I can’t even feel my lower half!” You squawk, glaring at him from where you’re peeking behind the covers.

Chan laughs, that squeaky loud laugh you love that has his whole body shaking and eyes crinkling. He crawls over to you and nuzzles his face on top of your head, giggles pressing against your hair.

“Babyyy,” he whines, still laughing. “Let me in. I’m cold.”

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “What will you trade me?”

Chan’s eyebrows wiggle. “Your blanket for my body.”

You groan in disgust, turning your body away from your laughing boyfriend. Chan usually thinks he’s soooo hilarious, and he believes you do too.

Hiding, you bite back a smile.

“Yah,” he complains now, wrapping his lanky limbs around your burrito looking form from behind. “Come out already. I wanna cuddle.”

You wiggle out the covers soon enough, because you truthfully wanted to cuddle too, and plus, Chan’s pecs were nice to lie on. He welcomes you in his arms easy, huffing out a laugh when you smooch one of his pecs lovingly.

“I’m kinda hungry.” You admit after a few minutes, making Chan groan in disbelief.

“You’re insatiable. There’s no end to that stomach, is there?” Chan asks rhetorically, and you open your mouth to answer because you want to annoy him, but Chan catches you before you could. His hand comes up to cover your mouth, though his hand was so big that he ends up covering your nose as well. “Nope. Shut up. Quiet now.”

You laugh behind his hand, squirming and struggling until he finally relents when you lick his palm. And as if he didn’t just fuck his cum into you earlier, Chan scrunches his face and says, “Gross.”

You scoff. “You fuck me well into the next day and you’re expecting me not to get hungry?!”

“But this kitchen is so far,” Chan whines, even though you didn’t really ask him to get food for you. You’re just about to tell him that, when he adds, “-but fine. I’ll miss you for all the time that it takes you to get food.”

Chan flops back on the bed, eyes shut and clearly expecting you to leave. You squawk, pretending to be offended and swatting at his chest. “You’re just going to let your girlfriend go out into the night like that?! When I can’t even walk?!”

Chan opens one eye, amused. “The night is just 15 steps away.”

“Fine.” you huff, scooting back to your position. You drop your head down on Chan’s chest-- hard-- making him yelp. “I wasn’t even that hungry anyway. And we don’t even have food.”

He laughs, hand automatically finding its way to your hair. “I’ll get you whatever you want tomorrow, I promise. We’ll get brunch on the way to getting groceries, okay? How about that?”

You sniffle. “I want chicken.”

Chan rolled his eyes, but there was no heat behind it, just fondness. “Then we’ll get chicken.”

“‘kay.”

You sigh happily, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Chan’s fingers carding through your hair. His pecs were the perfect pillows, and combined with your post-sex exhaustion and Chan’s warmth, you were sure you were about to fall sleep. Dreamland was one step away, and you’re just about to fall into the waiting arms of a deep sleep when suddenly--

Chan’s stomach growls. Loud.

You burst out laughing, body curling up and shaking as you turn to Chan, who was hiding his face behind his arms in embarrassment.

“And I’m the insatiable one?”

“Not one word.” Chan huffs, refusing to meet your eyes as he grabs some clothes to throw at you. They land on your face, a move you knew was deliberate because you were still giggling.

Chan was the cutest when he was flustered, and even in the dim lighting of your room, you could see how red his ears were.

So you both bundle up— in only a few articles of clothing since it was an unusually hot night— just for the sake of looking decent. Chan wiggles in some sweatpants, and you slip on his shirt and boxers.

When you get up from the bed, Chan-- ever the gentleman that he is-- genuinely panics when you flail due to your legs buckling, and his arms are around you holding you up before you could even blink.

“You really can’t walk?” Chan asks, sounding hilariously horrified.

“No-” you laugh, “don’t look so scared. You didn’t break me, idiot. I can definitely still walk, just let me get used to it.”

But Chan seemed to think otherwise, because suddenly, your feet are off the ground and you’re being carried bridal style. You yelp, arms coming up to lock around Chan’s neck so you don’t fall.

“What.” This is the second time you’ve been carried to the kitchen in under a day, courtesy of your muscly boyfriend who seemed to think picking people up was something you can do casually.

“It’d take too long. I’m hungry.” Chan huffs, and you roll your eyes, amused. Chan could be a baby when he was hungry, and this was evident in how he rummages through the fridge with little huffs after he sets you down.

“There’s nothing to eat.” He sighs, as if the both of you didn’t already know that.

You groan, leaning against the counter. “I’m pretty sure we have ice cream?”

“That’s not very healthy.” Chan frowns, but opens the freezer door anyway and grabs the tub when he sees it.

You only turn around for a second to get a spoon, but when you face Chan again, he’s already sitting cross-legged on the floor, brows furrowed as he attempts to use the lid to scoop out some ice cream. You huff out a breath, exasperated and fond at the same time.

He looks up at the sound, then grins when you meet eyes. He opens his arms then, beckoning you over, and you carefully sit between his legs. Chan shifts a little bit to the side, hooking his chin on your shoulder. You move your hair to the other side so it won’t bother Chan, and he presses a quick peck to your now exposed cheek in thanks.

You yelp when Chan places the icy tub on your bare thighs, then glare when he just giggles. Chan’s shirt was huge on you, so he pulled it over your knees, giving the tub of ice cream a blanket of sorts to sit on and sparing your thighs.

Then, he takes the spoon from your hand, stabbing it through the iced treat with all the strength of a man who works out.

It barely pokes through. The ice cream was too frozen.

But you still wow exaggeratedly in an attempt to boost his ego, squealing when Chan digs his free hand on your side and tickles you. The spoon still gets a tiny, tiny bit of ice cream though, and you hate that you still blush when Chan feeds it to you.

“I think we have to wait for this to melt.” Chan says, blowing on the tub. Your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, giggling.

“Why are you blowing on it, then?”

“Why am I- oh.”

You laugh at the dumbstruck expression on Chan’s face, finally realizing he was unconsciously blowing on frozen ice cream. Your laugh echoes throughout the apartment, and it’s only at that moment that you realized how quiet it was. The refrigerator hums beside you two, but other than that and some cars passing by outside, it was complete silence.

You realize how dark it was too, the only light sources coming from the refrigerator, and your bedroom.

“Shouldn’t we turn on the light?” You ask, and Chan looks up from where he’s violently stabbing the ice cream.

“Eh. Fridge works. Plus it’s hot, so I’m not closing this.” Chan shrugs, then pauses when he sees the look on your face. He chuckles, pulling you closer to him by the waist. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’m right here, remember?”

“I’m not scared,” you scoff, but scoot closer to Chan anyway.

The ice cream eventually melts enough for the spoon to dig in, and you and Chan take turns feeding each other. Chan had his back against some drawers, while you were tucked between Chan’s legs, head on his shoulder and ice cream tub on your stomach. The condensation was wetting your shirt and making the cold seep to your stomach, but you didn’t mind. You were too comfortable to move.

Chan was making a habit of kissing you after he fed you a spoon, and you liked the feeling of his cold lips tasting like strawberries more than you’d like to admit. Some tongue slips in after a while, but it doesn’t go any further than that, both of you too exhausted.

The dim light of the fridge casts a yellowish hue on yours and Chan’s lower halves, creating shadows. You play with that for a moment, wiggling your legs and making shadow puppets of animals with your hands. Chan watches you silently, so silent that you think for a moment that he’d fallen asleep.

But then he drops the spoon into the tub— and all while keeping his other arm around your waist— reaches a hand out to the light so it creates a shadow, and shapes his hand into…

...half of a heart.

You grin stupidly, and the way your heart rattles inside your chest shouldn’t be normal. At all. You had to get checked out. This was the type of cheesy things Chan loved to do daily, yet you reacted to each and every one of them like it’s his first time doing so.

He loved leaving heart doodles on the whiteboard by the fridge that had your schedules in it, particularly hearts that were next to your name. He dedicates songs to you, writes about you, and even sings to you when you want him to. He stops by the practice room when he knows you’re inside, slipping in quickly to say hello and kiss your forehead, uncaring of the loud teasing from trainees.

But if you couldn’t say hello, if you were in the middle of something, he always, always made sure to leave a heart on the mirrors that were fogged up from intense dancing. Sometimes it would just be a heart, sometimes it was a doodle. Other times it was a message like; good luck, or see you at lunch, or hey sexy with a winking face.

Most of the time, it’s three simple words.

I love you, it would read.

“Yah,” Chan complains, jolting you out of your sappy stupor. “Are you going to leave me hanging?”

He’s frowning now, wiggling the little half heart around impatiently. You grin at that, muttering about how he was being a baby and making him huff. But then you finally reach forward, painfully aware of how your heart jumped from doing this one simple action.

You complete the heart, and you both watch the shadow that it forms.

Chan sighs happily, turning his head to press a quick, cold kiss to your cheek. You knew the heart wasn’t going to stay for long, since your arms would get tired, but Chan doesn’t break the heart to pull away.

Instead, he intertwines your fingers, letting the shadow from some weird version of your hands together, and it’s only then that he brings your hands back. You grin as you lean back against him again, Chan wrapping both arms around your waist and kissing the top of your head.

At 2:04 am, you sit with Chan on the kitchen floor, the refrigerator both illuminating and cooling your bodies, empty ice cream tub beside you.

2:08 am, Chan carries you back to your bedroom. Not because you couldn’t walk still, but because he loved the feeling of you in his arms, head tucked safely into the crook of his neck.

2:09 am, you and Chan slip under the covers, and you giggle when he scolds you about kicking off the blanket in your sleep. You placate him with a kiss and a promise to keep him warm.

And at 2:16 am on a Sunday, after a couple more kisses and hushed sweet nothings, you end up with your ear pressed against Chan’s chest, the beating of his heart combined with his quiet breathing lulling you sleep.

Chan stays awake for a couple minutes more, ensuring you were comfortable and finally resting. He wraps his around you when you shift in your sleep, hand automatically cupping the back of your head. Keeping you close, right where his heart was. He knew you weren’t going anywhere, but every second with you was something he knew he had to treasure.

“Y/N,” he sighed, burying his face in your hair. “I love you. So much. Too much, I think. Sometimes I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with myself.” he pauses, swallowing. “Honestly… just saying it doesn’t feel enough anymore. How can I show you I love you? At this point, I want to grab every person in the street and list out all the reasons why.”

He snorts at the mental image, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. “That sounds a bit crazy, isn’t it? I have an infinite number of reasons… so if I do that to every single person, how long would that take me? Huh. Should I really do the math on that?” he pauses, then: “God, even in your sleep you’re driving me crazy.”

You murmur something in your sleep, catching his attention. You were mumbling nonsense, but when his hand cups your cheek, you quiet down.

Smiling wistfully, he adds, “but... I don’t care. Really, Y/N, I’ll give you all my love if it means staying like this with you forever.”

Pressing one last kiss to your forehead, Chan finally gets comfortable and closes his eyes.

He’s much more vulnerable when he knows you’re asleep because he’d be too flustered if you replied, but the responding snore you give him a few seconds later makes him laugh again. Maybe you were unconsciously trying to respond to him, maybe you were just really deep in dreamland.

Either way, Chan falls asleep with a smile on his face, and the love of his life in his arms.

Sunday, 12:47 pm.

The brunch Chan had promised turns into a late lunch, because by the time you both woke up the next-- the same?-- day, it was already quarter past noon.

True to your predictions last night, you were sore. Chan runs you a hot bath, genuinely looking worried now, but you assure him that it wasn’t something that a few painkillers couldn’t fix. But he still looked uneasy, so you raised an eyebrow.

“What, you’re gonna regret the way you fucked me until I cried?”

Chan turns as red as a tomato, and you laugh as he spins on his heel and leaves you in the bathroom, shouting something about getting the medicine.

It did hurt, but you kind of liked it, considering the reason why you were sore. Chan frowns and questions why you were red in the face when he gets back, worried you were getting a fever, but you just flush even more and shoo him away.

When you get out of the bath, the first thing that greets you is the smell of chicken. Chan must have ordered while you bathed, and your heart warms at the thought of your boyfriend remembering your hunger and craving for chicken.

That is, until you find Chan on the couch already munching on a drumstick. He looks up at you in alarm when you walk in, face guilty.

“God, you’re insatiable.” You mock with your best impression of Chan’s voice, and the attempt makes him laugh too much to be mad about it.

You gorge yourselves on chicken and soda, some reruns of an anime you both love playing on the TV. You’re barely paying attention, more focused on the fan you had turned on blowing cool air on your face and the feeling of Chan massaging your feet.

You don’t even notice that you drifted off, jolting awake to the sound of an explosion coming from the TV. You must have been asleep for a while, because the table was clear of any takeout boxes and soda cans. At that moment, Chan comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered. He smiles when he sees you squinting at him, disoriented and half awake.

“Come on, baby. Time to get groceries.”

You didn’t bother to dress up much, considering it was hot out and you were not about to put fashion first and experience a possible heat stroke. So you steal another one of Chan’s shirts, ignoring his half-hearted protests.

He had plenty of other shirts. He could use those.

Chan gives you a look when you come bounding out of the bedroom in his shirt, but you knew he liked his clothes on you. The pink tinging his cheeks was more than enough proof. Plus, you had a diversion.

“Help me?” You ask, and Chan tilts his head, confused. But then you bring out a box, velvet and rectangular and blue.

It was the box that holds the necklace Chan gifted you for your birthday, and considering your profession, you couldn’t wear it everyday, hating the thought of it being drenched in sweat or god forbid, breaking while you dance.

So you wear it on your off days, keeping it in the box most of the time to be safe. Chan chuckles, smiling stupidly as he takes the necklace out the box, snorting when you scold him to be careful with it.

“Alright, alright. Just turn around, will you?” You huff, but turn around obediently, moving your hair away so Chan could do it easily. The cool metal of the necklace settling against your neck has you shivering, but so does the soft kiss that Chan presses on your exposed nape and shoulder. The pendant— a compass— sits between your collarbones, and you hold it between your fingers gently, feeling giddy.

Chan watches you with a soft smile for a few seconds, taking you in. It’s only when he notices the time that he regretfully bursts your bubble, grabbing your attention with a kiss to your cheek and taking your free hand in his.

“Ready?” he asks, eyes shining, and your heart flutters.

“Yeah.” You smile, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Let’s go.”

And though your diversion had worked for a moment, you knew yourself that it wouldn’t last. Chan still complains as you walk down the street, intertwined hands swinging between you, talking about how he had nothing to wear.

“You should just walk around shirtless then.” You suggest, winking, and you barely manage to stop an embarrassing shriek when Chan pretends to trip you. There was no way you were going to fall though, because Chan had a tight grip on your arms, but you still punch him on the shoulder for it.

Chan reacts dramatically, exaggerating his yelp of pain, as if he didn’t have hard muscle surrounding his entire body. You roll your eyes, leaving him on the sidewalk, ignoring his calls of your name mixed with his laughter.

You laugh and stumble on the way to the grocery store like idiots, and the time it took for you to get there probably took twice the time than it originally would, with how much you two were goofing off. But you do eventually get there in one piece, albeit breathless and giggly.

You guys had no specific routine for grocery shopping, just that there was a limit to snacks, and it was 5 for each of you. No more than that.

(This rule is usually never followed, but you guys keep it and remind each other of it at the entrance, just for the sake of acting like you were responsible adults who could control their cravings and knew how to stick to their budget.)

Thus, grocery shopping with you was always an experience, because you and Chan were both very passionate about food and would sometimes have different opinions. It would end in tiny fights, but it gets resolved just as quickly as it starts.

Either Chan relents because you looked cute and he secretly wants it, or you relent because Chan looked cute and you secretly want it.

So more often than not, other shoppers would find two people disputing in the middle of some aisle, and it’s just the two of you hissing back and forth about the pros and cons of a certain product.

Like now.

“We don’t eat that cereal. You don’t even like how it tastes.”

“You don’t like how it tastes. I ate the entire bag when we last bought this.”

Chan raises an eyebrow. “And did you do that willingly?”

“Well, no, but-” You stomp your foot, frustrated. All the tantrum does is bring a smile to Chan’s face, which wasn’t what you wanted. You weren’t being cute. You needed him to understand. “Ah, you know I don’t like wasting food!”

“So, why, pray tell, do you want to buy that?”

“Because-” you start, and Chan flicks his gaze down to the cereal in your hands, confused. But then you turn the box around and-

Ah.

“Look,” you point at the bowl stuck on the back of the box, grinning excitedly. “They have an ugly black cat now.”

Simply put, the box that you were holding was a brand of cereal that was for kids, and the taste of the actual cereal was too medicine-y for you and Chan. However, the sole reason you had bought one before is because of the freebie the cereal came with, a small plastic bowl with a white cat painted on it.

To be honest, the cat was kind of ugly and terrifying looking, but you were drawn to it for inexplicable reasons. Chan, who was unknowing of the taste of the cereal at that time, simply nodded and let you take the box home.

The cereal itself was crossed out from the very first taste, but you’ve both grown fond of the ugly white cat bowl, sometimes using it for non-cereal things.

(Like wine, after a long, long day at work. It typically consists of the bowl being passed back and forth between you two, instead of just chugging the entire bottle down like animals. You both had too much class for that.)

Chan sighs exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. But your excitement was infectious, and he finds himself smiling at the ugly little thing too.

Still, he tries to be the responsible adult and reasons, “you’re already 3 snacks past the limit. Plus, don’t we already have a bowl at home?”

“I know we do! But look at this black cat, Channie. Ugly White Cat can get a friend, plus if we get another bowl, that means we can match. Matching ugly cat bowls.” You explain, holding the box up to his face and wiggling it. “Think about it.”

And Chan did think about it for a moment. You really didn’t need another bowl, having plenty enough for the two of you and possible guests, but the prospect of matching with you…

And ugly white cat did look kind of lonely...

Fuck. He was getting too weak for this. You look at him with wide eyes, pleading and seemingly innocent, but you knew what effect that had on him.

He sighs, but there’s a smile on his face when he grumbles. “Fine.”

You cheer, pressing a long kiss to his cheek before you scramble away again, mentioning something about juice boxes.

Chan watches you skip down the aisle, grinning at the way your arms clutched the cereal box close to your chest, as if someone was going to take it away from you. He watches until you reach the end, crouching down at the selection of juice boxes.

He knew you took your juice box selection very seriously, evident in the way you were frowning and reading label packages. You looked kind of ridiculous, Chan’s old shirt bunched around your waist and a cereal box with some toy for kids tucked in your arms.

His shirt, which was entirely too big for you, starts sliding down your shoulders due to your crouched position. This reveals your neck, and he flushes when he sees memories of last night blooming on your skin.

And even from this distance, he sees the necklace and the way it glints, making you look much more ethereal.

After a few seconds, you apparently read something you didn’t like, because your head snaps up suddenly, catching Chan’s attention just so you could point at a box and make a disgusted face.

Chan laughs, despite not knowing what the hell you just pointed to. But you seem to be satisfied by his response, because you grace him with the prettiest smile, the one that he loved among your many other smiles— the one that makes your eyes crinkle and your cheeks bigger.

Chan’s breath catches in his throat at the sight. Something in his heart sings.

He loves you. He was so in love with you that it hurt, and he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life by your side. To sleep with you, wake up with you, argue about groceries in pajamas with you, have matching ugly cat bowls with you, and come home with you— all of that. Always.

So when you turn back to your juice boxes, Chan hurriedly pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contact list quickly and tapping the call button on a familiar name.

Chan and you meet eyes again when you hold up two juice boxes of different flavors for him to pick. He knows immediately that you picked the orange one because he likes it, but Chan also knows that you couldn’t stand the orange flavor. So he tilts his head to the right, choosing apple.

You blink in surprise, but he could tell you were trying to hide the fact that you were giddy he picked apple. He smiles softly, heart singing again.

On his phone, the call he made finally picks up on the fifth ring.

“Hey, Bin? You busy? No, no, we’re fine. Yeah, I just-- remember the jewellery shop we went to last month? Do you still have their address? Yeah, that one. I threw mine out because I didn’t want Y/N to suspect anything.”

A pause, then he snorts, “I’m aware I just bought her a necklace, yes. But I’m not buying a necklace this time. Really. Yeah, um. Well, I think I—“ Chan swallows, eyes nervously going back to you.

You had both the cereal and juice box in your arms now, seemingly on your way back to Chan, but then you get distracted by free samples of cheese. You pretend to reject the offer for a moment, but falter in your step when the saleslady tries again. Chan snorts softly when you take five samples unashamedly, heart singing louder.

Will you wait for me? / Of course. You know I always will.

You were the only one who ever made him feel like this.

Honestly… just saying it doesn’t feel enough anymore. How can I show you I love you?

I’ll give you all my love if it means staying like this with you forever.

Your eyes meet again. You’ve balanced the plate of cheese on top of your boxes, face looking all too proud and excited as you gestured to the cheese, beckoning him over. He nods, indicating he’ll be there, and you go back to talking animatedly with the saleslady.

“Hyung?” Changbin’s voice on the other line calls, waiting for him to continue. “You think...?”

“Ah, no… I’m sure.” Chan smiles giddily, heart now creating symphonies in his chest. He’s never been more sure in his life.

All of this. Always.

“A ring. I’m buying a ring.”

#bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff #stray kids imagines #bang chan imagines #stray kids smut #storiesatsea #me: scared of commitment #also me: indicates a wedding in 2/4 of my fics #chan i have feelings for u #stray kids #bang chan as a boyfriend #stray kids as boyfriends #stray kids fluff #stray kids au #skz au #skz imagines

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im-in-vin-ci-ble · 3 years

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hi hello i was wondering if you could do a piece or hc about mark sneaking through your window at night? feel free to take it in any direction you would want uwu

A/N: here you go friend!! this is my first time writing smut in a while so plz forgive me if it wasn’t all that great

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: E, we getting nasty nas out here

Warnings: smut, swearing, etc!!

Summary: For Mark, the best part of having the ability to fly is being able to sneak into his girlfriend's room at night.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Mark said as he texted the message out to his girlfriend.

I'm gonna take a shower. The window's open. See you soon. ;)

The 17-year-old bit his lip in excitement and read his girlfriend's message one more time. He took a deep breath and sneakily crept out of his own bedroom window before quietly shutting it and flying away, leaving a gust of wind to softly blow the leaves behind him. With his ability to fly, the journey that normally takes 30 minutes by car was cut by more than half, and these were the moments when the teenager was more than grateful for being half-Viltrumite.

He easily entered his girlfriend's room with no inconvenience; after lots of practice, he knew the exact amount of speed and the exact space his body took up to not hit the window frame. Discreetly landing on his toes, he heard the sound of the shower turn off and the shower curtain rings clank against the rod.

With a devilish smile on his face, he crept over to bathroom and silently cracked the door open. His eyes fell to the back of his girlfriend's body that still glistened with the hot water that steamed up the bathroom as she scrunched her hair with a blue towel. Back on his toes, he cautiously moved towards her, careful not to make a peep. His hands finally slid up against her sides, causing her to yelp and turn around ferociously.

"Jesus, Mark!" she exclaimed, covering the front of her body with the blue towel. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

He raised his brow and looked down at the towel that was shielding her, "Why did you cover yourself up?"

"If I was going to get murdered, I'd prefer to get murdered without the stranger seeing me in all my glory," she answered, rolling her eyes at the question.

"But I'm not a stranger, am I?" he replied, biting his lip again as he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer.

She laughed and shook her head, "Can you at least wait until I get changed?"

"What's the point," he asked, shrugging his shoulder, "when you're gonna need to take a shower again when we're done?"

"I don't know who you think you are, Mark Grayson, but this doesn't work on me like it does all the other girls," she cheekily answered.

He held on to the hem of the soft and soaked blue towel, gently tugging on it and leaning forward to leave a trail of tender kisses on her warm neck. "Maybe it won't work as Mark Grayson," he whispered, "but I'm sure Invincible has something else to say about that."

She moaned at his sudden tone of confidence. She loved him both as Mark Grayson and as Invincible, but the latter was usually more straightforward, assertive, and, most importantly, dominant. When she finally let go of her grip on the towel, she heard him make a low grumbling noise that vibrated against her skin as his kisses began to move up to her jawline, cheek, then mouth.

Mark planted a sweet kiss on her lips and briefly set his forehead against hers, breathing her in at that tense moment. She leaned in and continued the kiss, this time deepening it as he wrapped one of her legs around his waist — a sign that she picked up immediately. Without breaking the passionate kiss they shared, she hopped up and locked her ankles on his back and he moved to sit her down on the bathroom sink. She only pulled away as she lifted off his double-striped sweater and almost ripped the buttons on his orange collared polo. He managed to undo his belt and the button on his pants in two swift moves, following it by pulling down the zipper and allowing his pants to fall to his ankles.

“Do you wanna move outside?” she asked breathily, looking at the sweat beads forming on his forehead.

“No,” Mark replied decisively, kissing her again passionately. “I need you now.”

In what seemed like only a second, he lifted her from the bathroom sink and turned her around, pressing her stomach against the granite. He moved his hands over to her hips and attacked her neck, pressing his raging hard on against her skin.

“You ready, baby?”

She nodded in desperation and watched in the mirror as an unholy smile formed on his face. He gently entered her with ease and the unholy smile transformed into a smile of relief, the sheer fervour forcing both of them to close their eyes.

“Fuck, Mark,” she hissed, unable to continue her sentence as she got lost in the frenzy.

He watched the look of bliss take over her completely as he began a slow and steady rhythm. Her soft moans mixed with mumbles of his name echoing in the bathroom was all he could hear, and he couldn’t complain. Mark slowly began to pick up speed and add force, his one hand snaking up her spine to the nape of her neck. He felt her tighten every time he pushed his whole length into her and she began to rock along his with his rhythm, pushing her ass back with all her might for something rougher.

Tactfully grabbing her hair as she begged for more, he mercifully pulled her head back. “Open your eyes,” he ordered sternly. “Watch me fuck you.”

The sound of his voice snapped her back into reality and her eyes fluttered open at the sight of Mark, who was now red, sweaty, and hyper-focused on making sure she knew who he belonged to. They shared a heavy and sloppy kiss, their tongues battling it out as he let go of his grip on her hair. Both his hands made their way up to her chest as he squeezed her breasts together, the other one suddenly moving down to her rub her clit.

“Mark, please,” she whined. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Are you gonna cum all over my cock?”

She nodded in desperation once more, her eyes finally closing back tight as the muscles in her thighs began to flex.

“Say please.”

“Mark, please.”

“Please what?” he teased, holding back his own need to finish.

“I wanna cum. Please let me cum.”

His movement on her clit grew faster at the sound of her begging, and she let out a final moan as she finally released her built up tension around him. The repetitive moans of his name was enough to send him over the edge, his knees slightly buckling as he felt himself fill her to the brim.

The chaos died down and the two of them looked at each other in the mirror with a look of love and lust. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Isn’t birth control grand?” she giggled.

He let out a sigh of happiness, “I will never argue with you on that.”

She laughed and traced his toned muscles with her fingers, looking up at him with fake innocence in her eyes. “So where did all that assertiveness come from?” she asked.

“Invincible had a good day,” he winked.

#lots of smut be warned!!#mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #invincible fanfiction #invincible fanfic

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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Hey! Could you use either prompt 2, 19, 30 or 32 for any Bucky?? Love your writing!

blazing sun

a/n: thank you for this lovely request! i chose prompt 30 from this list, which is "I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would even notice." i loved writing this! plz send any and all requests you have <3 hope you enjoy! xoxo, ali :)

warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex in public. if you are under 18, SWIPE OFF.

wc: 1.4k

[ bucky barnes x fem!reader ]

This vacation was supposed to be relaxing. A break from all the hard work you do as Avengers, and all that.

But what you didn't realize when you booked a one-week trip to California with you super beefy super soldier boyfriend, was that he was absolutely insatiable.

He wanted it all. The. Time.

And no, you would never be upset with Bucky for wanting to have sex, because he was very, very well-endowed and he always made sure your pleasure was a priority.

But there were times where you felt like it was getting to a bit... too much?

First, it was the small room in the quaint beachside house you had rented. You reckon Bucky had fucked you senseless on every single surface in the house.

"C'mon, doll. You know how I get, and on that long flight all I could think about fuckin' you in the bathroom. But there were kids right by there, and I didn't know if I could be quiet while I was balls-deep in that tight pussy of yours." He smirked, a hand tracing up your thigh while you placed your bag down on the floor.

"How about we head to our room first and get started there, yeah?" You had suggested while you gently walked out of his grasp, waiting for him to follow you into the bedroom.

"Oh, baby, you have no idea how bad I'm gonna wreck ya. Gonna have you screamin' on my cock for the next seven days, sweetheart."

And that was the start of it. And once Bucky started, he did not stop.

You were laid on a towel while trying to get a bit of a tan, letting the sound of the ocean relax you.

Behind you was the set-up of the chairs and umbrella you two had brought with you. Bucky was perched on his chair, watching you read the book you'd also brought along.

"Baby, c'mere for a sec?" His rough voice broke you out of the trance from your reading, snapping your head towards him.

"Something wrong, honey?" You inquire, sitting up in your spot.

"Oh, yeah, just need help with somethin' for a minute over here." Bucky responds. While you brush off the sand while standing up, you miss the smirk that paints his face.

"What's up?" You ask while standing in front of him.

All of a sudden, you feel two hands grasping your hips, pulling you down onto his lap.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" You grit out, wondering what the hell was going on with this man?

"I need you, sweetheart." He simply murmurs, his mouth already making headway up the expanse of your neck.

"We- we're on the beach? In public?" You say, more like ask because you're so confused about the way he's acting right now.

"Baby, I can speak at least six languages, but I don't know how else to tell you that I wanna fuck you, right here, right now." His tone becomes even darker and gravelly, making a shiver run up your spine and your thighs clench together.

And of course, Bucky notices. Because Bucky Barnes doesn't let anything slip through the cracks.

"I've never done anything like... that in public before, baby." You tell him in a hushed tone. Sometimes Bucky loved the way you got shy and demure, only for him to fuck the absolute daylights out of you.

"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would even notice." He whispers with another devious smirk that means nothing but trouble.

"I- Are you sure?"

"Yes, honey. Trust me, I've got ya. When have I ever let you down?" He asks, already adjusting you on his lap into an appropriate position.

You had both legs on either side of him, and while you had minor things obstructing the view of your lower halves on the (thankfully) not crowded beach, your heart rate was through the roof.

Both in arousal and fear of getting caught.

"Well, there was that one time..." You joke, abruptly stopping when you feel his cool, metal fingers run through your folds.

You let out a shaky breath, waiting to feel the way his fingers fill you up, but instead you just shift upwards and feel his thickness fill you right away.

"Oh- Oh my god, Bucky." Your grip on his shoulders was straining, feeling him fill you to the brim.

"Thas' it, take it all, baby." He returns, leaving marks along your chest right in front of him.

You let out another shaky, quiet moan while you feel him thrust upwards just the slightest bit, but it was enough to make your eyes roll back.

"Know just how ya like it, don't I, angel?" Bucky hums in your ear, moving at a slow but consistent pace inside you.

You give him an almost imperceptible nod, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his cock brushing up against your g-spot.

"Fuck, look at me, baby. Look into my eyes when I make you come." He demands, and who are you to deny him?

Your eyes somehow remain open, and through the fog of having him so deep inside you, you feel the coil building up inside of you quickly.

"H-Honey, I'm gonna come." You breathe out between your quivering breaths, feeling how Bucky's pace becomes a touch quicker, and seeing his jaw set as he makes you his mission.

Making you come, that is.

"C'mon, baby, give it t'me," he gives you a few more thrusts while you bounce on him, all the while keeping eye contact with him.

He knows you've finally snapped when you still on top of him, trying to close your legs around his hips. You're holding onto him for dear life, biting your lip to avoid making any noise.

"Fuck, angel, squeezin' me so damn tight," Bucky's words echo through your empty mind while you feel him stop his movements, and his white seed painting your walls.

While you move your face into the crook of his neck, his arms wrap around you, holding you tight against his warm body.

"God, ain't nobody like you, doll." He laughs, placing a kiss at the top of your head while you nuzzle further into his neck.

"Well, I never thought I'd get railed in broad daylight on the beach by my super soldier boyfriend, but I guess lots of things change over the years." You coyly reply, hearing Bucky's chest vibrate underneath you while he laughs.

"Well, there's no one else I'd rather fuck on the beach than you, doll."

"I don't think you care where you fuck me, as long as you get your dick inside me at some point or another." You giggle while moving up to meet his eyes again.

Bucky slowly lifts you up to pull his softening cock out of you, gently tucking himself back into his swim trunks.

He watches intently while his cum leaks out of you, slowly dripping down your thighs.

You catch what he's watching so carefully, face burning in embarrassment.

"Bucky, you made such a mess." You whine, but your sentence trails off when you see his fingers move down to your core. Bucky uses his flesh hand to scoop some of his seed onto his fingers, and brings them to your mouth.

As the words die on your tongue, you taste his salty cum instead.

"Mmm. Taste good, angel?" He hums with a dirty smile.

"Why don't you find out yourself?" You tease, feeling a bit bold.

While one of Bucky's eyebrows shoots up at your words, he doesn't take much time to think before he leans in and captures your lips in his.

His tongue prods into your mouth, exploring it and tasting every inch of what you had to offer.

"I was right. We taste delicious." Bucky winks, and you lean in once more for a sweet peck.

"I love you so much, Bucky. There's no one else I could ever do any of... this with other than you." You brush your fingers through his sandy hair, admiring the man under you with a soft smile.

"God, doll, ain't nobody that could ever have me wrapped around their little finger like you do." He tells you sincerely, gazing into your soul. He punctuates the sweet words with a kiss on your nose, making you scrunch it up.

And this moment was when you realized, this was paradise. This is the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Right here, under the California sun, you finally felt... whole.

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ғʀᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏ!sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you and steve hooked up once and neither of you can forget that night

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: smut 18+ minors dni plz, kinda rough? but of course major fluffy aftercare from soft boi stevie, bit of inexperienced reader and insecure reader

(accidentally written unprotected sex but this is fanfiction lmao plz be safe irl)

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“And the interesting thing about that, mind I add…” the words of your professor falling short because you can’t shake the feeling of his eyes looking at you.

You kept your head low fighting the urge within you not to look back. A couple nights ago you landed yourself in the bed of the infamous frat president Steve Rogers and to make matters worse, you both major in American Studies meaning you share all of your classes.

You didn’t have much experience with guys in high school so it wasn’t surprising when you had the same experience in college. What was surprising was the fact you spent a night in the arms of one of the most handsome men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Steve Rogers was a huge catch. Teachers loved him, girls chased him,and guys wanted to be him.

You remember that night so vividly.

The way his hands fit so perfectly on your hips. The way his lips felt so hot against your own burning skin; and moved perfectly against yours. The things he whispered in your ear. They way he held you close when you fell asleep in his arms. The way you hated yourself the next morning when you snuck out. The way your tummy flutters simply because he’s looking at you right now.

You breathed out shakily before turning your head to find his eyes with yours; he looked away the moment you did shyly, very unlike him. Fuck he was gonna be the death of you.

“And that should be the end of the lecture. I’m gonna go ahead let you guys go a little early. Have a good weekend everyone and make sure to check your emails,” the professor gathered his things and left.

You packed your things quickly trying your best to avoid his gaze that you knew was still on you. Steve packed quickly too before walking hot on your tail, just about to call your name until…

“Hey, Y/n,” Bucky called out.

“Oh, hey Buck.”

“It’s the weekend and as usual the guys and I want to party tonight. But the dean said one more noise complaint about our house and we get on academic probation so we’re asking a couple of people who might wanna come to the club with us.”

Behind Bucky you could see Steve walking towards you two and your stomach sank. Bucky and Steve were best friends and you don’t know if Steve told him that you guys slept together last weekend. What if something happens again tonight if you say yes. Why are you even thinking that something could happen again? Steve Rogers is way out of your league it was a miracle that you landed a chance to be his bed warmer in the first place.

“I’ll see you for lunch, man,” Steve said to Bucky patting his best friend's shoulders. His eyes lingering with yours until you had to pull away.

“I don’t think I should,” you told him, walking towards the door.

“Come on, Nat told me you're quite the party animal and you left early last week I didn’t get to see you in action,” Bucky chuckled, walking with you. You didn’t leave early…

“Buck,” you looked at him.

“Please?” he asked. You exhaled sharply rolling your eyes before walking away to your next class.

“Is that a yes?” he shouted, making you turn around with a cheeky grin. You got to your next class and noticed Steve sitting in a new seat today, particularly the one next to the seat you usually sit in. None of his housemates or regular friends took this specific lecture so he usually sat in the very back corner alone. But today here he is.

His head snapped up when you entered the room. You hesitantly sat down next to him still avoiding his eyes. You set up your laptop on the small table as did Steve; both your eyes glancing at each other quite awkwardly until Steve finally interrupts the silence.

“You coming tonight?” he whispered.

“What’s in it for me if I do?” you said playfully.

“A repeat of the best night you’ve ever had,” he said cheekily.

“Oh, really,” you chuckled sarcastically as he nodded with an overly proud smirk.

“Probably not,” you answer his question.

“Seriously? Why not? I can pick you up,” he said.

“Steve,” you warned.

“What? Afraid you won’t be able to resist me?”

“You’re so full of it,” you said, making you both laugh.

“You were full of my dick last week,” he whispered.

“Steve!” you punched his side making him laugh hard enough for other students to take notice of your ruckus.

“Welcome class, we’ll begin the lecture in one minute. I’m just gonna pull it up on the projector,” the professor said rushing in.

“Please come tonight,” he whispered.

“Why are you obsessed with me?” you joked.

“Fuck off,” he chuckled.

“If I say ok, will you shut up for the rest of the lecture?”

“Maybe,” he grinned.

“Then maybe I’ll come,” you smirked.

Throughout the lecture Steve paid absolutely no attention whatsoever. Steve had been thinking about that night just as much as you had. The way your neck craned to the side a bit, reminding him of when he littered marks and bruises all over last week. The way you subtly bit your lip in concentration but all that clouded his mind was lust remembering how you looked so pretty from above when he was settled between your legs.

He wanted you again so badly. He wasn't going to lie, it sort of hurt him when he woke up and you weren't there. He thought maybe there was something between you two, god knows the tension was overwhelming that night. You weren't the most frisky woman he'd been with but you were sweet; slight innocence with your intimacy. He craved you.

Steve leaned towards you, his fingers twiddling with yours. You tried your best to ignore his advances despite how much you equally craved him. He ran his nose along your cheek and jaw and your breathing quickened inhumanly.

"What are you doing?" you whispered.

"Nothing, just relax," he responded. As much as he wanted to drag you out of class and fuck you so good, he knew you'd rip him a new one if he did. No matter how he'd make you feel.

"No, we're in the middle of a lecture," you argued.

"I'm not doing anything," he said humorously, you were not humored though.

"Steve," you scolded when he pressed a faint kiss under your ear.

You knew a guy like Steve was horny practically twenty-four seven, but you didn't take him to be quite clingy. Especially with someone like you. His arm wrapped under yours. His other resting on your thigh. His head tucked in the crook of your neck. It wasn't particularly sexual, but it was intimate. Something normal to couples, and you two were not a couple.

"Please come tonight," he whispered, “If not I’ll come over.”

"Ugh fine," you grunted, your voice breaking into a giggle because you did somewhat enjoy this unfamiliar attention.

Steve continued to sit next to you during the rest of your classes for the day absent mindedly teasing you, playing with your fingers, twirling your hair between his fingers, leaning his head on your shoulder while he held your hand. Like geez, take a girl out already.

By the time you got back to your shared apartment with two of your closest friends you felt conflicted. Why the sudden shift in Steve? You two weren't exactly best friends before, just two people who shared classes and accidentally slept with each during a drunken night at a frat party.

"Hey, everything ok?" Wanda asked you noticing your inner battle.

"Uh, yeah. Kinda. No," you said defeatedly making the girls chuckle.

"What happened?" Nat asked.

"That guy, that I… you know."

"Fucked?"

"Nat!" you said embarrassed.

"Go on," Wanda encouraged.

"Well, I never told you guys but the guy was Steve," you said shyly.

"What!" the girls exclaimed simultaneously.

"You're lying," Nat laughed.

"You really went from zero to a hundred," Wanda giggled.

"Guys stop," you whined.

"All day today, he's been like super clingy. Holding my hand and pretending he's like my boyfriend."

"Wait, I thought you liked him?" Nat asked, confused.

"I mean I do, but it's sudden and I'm pretty sure it's only because he wants to get in my pants again, you know?" you rationed.

"Awe, I don't think that's true. I've known Steve for a bit and yeah he sleeps around sometimes but he's not a giant dick. Doing that would be way too shallow, especially for Steve," Nat said.

“Yeah but don’t you think it’s weird?” you asked.

“Look did Bucky ask you about tonight?” Nat asked.

“Yeah, he did- how do you know that?” you asked, confused.

“Oh- Uh,” Nat paused.

“She asked Buck to invite you,” Wanda snickered.

“Why?” you asked.

“Well, you never go out with us and the last time you did we thought you just went home but apparently you were getting laid,” Nat cackled.

“Oh my- shut up,” you huffed before storming off to your room.

“Wait! Can you at least come with us tonight?” Wanda followed you.

“No,” you giggled.

“Please!” both girls said at the same time. As you closed your door with a grin on your face not responding.

Hours later you laid on your bed lowly listening to the soft rumbling chaos from your comedic roommates. You stayed in your not so sexy undergarments and not so sexy sweatpants along with a hoodie you stole from your brother before you moved.

You ate the junk you’ve stocked up on the past few weeks feeling a bit glum. It’s not that you didn’t necessarily want to go, you would love to spend another night in that gorgeous man’s arms but there’s absolutely no way Steve is gonna want you the way you’d like him too. Not sober.

There was a subtle knock on your door and you called out knowing the girls were probably ready to leave.

"How do we look?" Nat asked, walking into your room with Wanda.

"Wow, you guys look hot," you said sitting up.

"You think Vis would like this or is it too much?" Wanda asked sheepishly, she's had a crush on the foreign exchange student Vis for the longest time and had yet to make a move.

"I think someone's gonna have a lucky night," you wiggled your brows suggestively, making her roll her eyes and blush.

"What about you, still chasing Bryce?" you turned to Nat looked extra sexy tonight.

"His name is Bruce," she rolled her eyes.

"And yes, I am," she chuckled.

"You're so weird," you giggled, Bruce didn't seem to particularly be Nat's type but hey, no judgement.

"I heard he's got like a monster cock," you said.

"Shut up," she pushed you playfully.

“It’s always the nerds,” Wanda giggled.

"Anyways, are you sure you don't want to come?" Wanda asked sincerely.

"I'm sure," you smiled.

"Steve's gonna miss you," Nat teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that."

"Well, stay safe, cutie," the girls waved heading to the Uber that waited outside for them.

"You too!"

You sighed before grabbing more snacks to stuff your face with. A couple hours went by of sitting around watching nonsense on TV for a bit. You ate dinner that was far from fine dining but it was available before slouching on your bed until the late hours of the night.

You were practically falling asleep, tired and dry eyes glued to the screen of your small TV when you got a knock at the front door. You check the clock by your bed wondering if maybe either of the girls left their keys, but it wasn’t even midnight yet.

You clutched your phone walking hastily to the front door as quietly as possible creeping up to the peehole to see who would be your unexpected guest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you swung the door open.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Steve retorted.

“My jamas,” you rolled eyes stepping to side to let him in.

“Seriously what are you doing here?”

“I told you earlier, you didn’t come tonight so I came to you,” he said, taking his jacket off.

“Seriously?” you tried not to smile, but the action gave you butterflies.

“You promised to come. I missed you,” he said walking up to you.

“You’re so full of shit,” you giggled, staring at his devilishly handsome grin.

“Come on, whatcha doing?” he said, grabbing your hand and taking you to the room. You three had a fairly small apartment and your light was obviously the only one on in the whole apartment making it easy for him.

“Well, before you rudely invaded my home, I was stuffing my face with all kinds of junk watching TV,” you said to him making him scowl playfully at you.

“Well, then let’s finish the rest of your junk food then,” he said laying on your bed. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the sudden shift in attention. Steve was a guy who could have anyone and he’s chasing you for some reason.

You weren’t a blonde bombshell with a perfect hourglass figure that made guys want you left and right. You had flaws that drew people away and you don’t think Steve remembers that night like you do. What if he hates your body? What if he thinks you're annoying and suddenly leaves?

“Everything alright?” Steve asked you.

“Uh, sorta,” you answered honestly.

“Come here, talk to me,” he said, opening his arms. You couldn't help your eyes narrowing at him.

“What?”

“Do you even remember anything from that night?” you whispered.

“Where’s this coming from?” he asked.

“Steve, come on,” you chuckled.

“What?”

“Do you just wanna fuck now? Make it quick so you can go back to the party-”

“Woah, who said anything about fucking?” he stood up towering over you making you suddenly feel really small and shy.

“I mean that’s why you’re here, right?”

“I came because I told you if you didn't go out with us that I was gonna hang with you. I didn’t say anything about sleeping with you. If you really want I can go home but I wanted to hang out with you,” he said sincerely.

“Oh, I- uh,” you stuttered; well now you feel like a dick.

“We can just sit and keep watching TV until you want to go to sleep and I can head out,” he said, sitting back down on your bed. You sat beside him carefully watching his movements. He kept his eyes trained on the TV for a bit before locking his eyes with yours. You turned away quickly hearing him chuckle before sudden movement escalated behind.

Steve grabbed you from behind gently and leaned back so you laid on his chest. You could feel the hard plains of muscles on your back. And the way his strong wrapped perfectly around your waist, it felt heavenly.

Steve’s jaw tightened from the hypnotizing scent of your shampoo. He remembered it from that night not long ago and he couldn’t get it out of his head.

He wasn't going to lie, since that night all he could think about was how smooth your skin was under his fingertips. How pretty you sounded when he was settled between your legs. How good it felt when your fingers carded through his hair. He wanted you so bad.

He wanted to wake you up between your thighs again. Ravish you once more before breakfast, hell eat you for breakfast. But when you weren't there sleeping as peacefully beside him like the night before, his heart tugged. Did he say something wrong? Did he do something wrong? What if he hurt you?

He gave you space, clearly evident you hadn't wanted to talk to him but those few days went by and the same lingering stares and shy glances came back again and he craved you in his arms again.

When Nat asked him and Bucky to invite you again out to party, he really wanted to be with you that night even if you didn't end the night naked in each other's arms, just being around you was enough for him. Fortunately here he is with you, with arms wrapped around your waist and Steve couldn’t be happier.

You looked so fucking adorable to wearing sweats and a hoodie; he wishes it was one of his own. You had fluffy socks on too that had dog faces on them and he swears his heart melted. What you two were watching was making you laugh and each chuckle or giggle that came from you was like music to his ears.

He couldn’t help himself when his lips pressed against the top of your head. Your body momentarily froze before relaxing again in his arms. Your arms laid over his and tightened so you could cuddle into him even more. Your eyes felt heavy and the feeling of Steve’s lips slowly reaching your neck didn’t help you want to sleep.

When his cool lips grazed your burning skin, you could feel your skin burst into chills. You practically shuddered in his arms and your face grew hot when you did. It all becomes suddenly overwhelming and you jump off on his lap turning to him with a distressed expression.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?” Steve said worriedly.

“You did just want to sleep with me,” you mumbled tears forming in your eyes.

“What! No, that’s not it,” he panicked; using you was the last thing he wanted you to think he was doing, and wanted in general.

“Then what’s going with you? Ever since we fucked you’re suddenly attached to me, putting your hands all over me, pretending like you're my boyfriend! And I don’t understand why,” you said frustrated.

“I feel like your just using me or something-”

“That is the last thing I want,” he interrupted, his voice low.

“Then why are you doing this; Steve you could have anybody and for some fucking sick reason you keeping mocking me. Making me think I have a chance.”

“And you don’t think you do?” he asked, heart broken, making you scoff and turn away.

“Look, fine I’ll admit that maybe before that night I wouldn’t have made a move; but I’m gonna admit that I haven’t not felt something for you before,” he said, getting closer to you.

“What?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met. And that night didn’t do shit to help me get over you,” he chuckled.

You crawled to him carefully looking into his eyes for any sign that he was being untruthful; you cupped his face gently.

“Are you drunk?” you whispered.

“Not one bit.”

You pressed your lips to his feverishly and Steve nearly moaned at the feeling. His hands grasped your waist firmly pulling you to sit comfortably on his lap. His hands crept under your hoodie holding you close.

Your hands rested on his broad shoulders holding yourself up as slowly leaned back onto your pillows. Your cold hands cupped his face as you deepened the kiss and his hand went to rest on your bottom.

With this new found position, his chest pressed against yours, his hips grinded up allowing you to feel all of him. Every pushing second you grew needier and whiny, practically clawing at his shirt to feel his skin.

"So needy already. And I've hardly touched you," he chuckled lowly in your ear.

He sat up nonetheless and stripped his shirt revealing his gorgeous physique that kept you up at night and infiltrated your dirtiest dreams. You brushed your hands all over his chest with your bottom lip between your teeth; Steve smirking slightly proud of the effect he had on you simply by having his shirt off.

"Come on, pretty girl. I wanna see you too," he's whispered before kissing you softly.

"Wait, I don't…" you didn't particularly feel very sexy and instantly became insecure about your body compared to Steve's.

"It's ok, we can cuddle," he smiled.

"Well, if I'm being honest I do want you. It's just, I just ate all this junk food and I'm not wearing anything sexy. I didn't shave and-"

"Hey, I don't care. You don't need to impress me or wear anything special for me. I just want you to look pretty sitting on my face and make pretty sounds telling me how I'm gonna make you feel."

Your body trembled at his words, arousal instantly flooding from you. His nose brushed against your cheek dragging along to your jawline before pressing kisses gingerly to your jaw and neck. His hands slowly lifted your hoodie and you raised your hands letting him remove your hoodie.

Your shoulders caved in out of habit, being topless in front of handsome men wasn't normally on your schedule; but the look in Steve's eyes, the look on his face holding a hungry and adorning expression made you more comfortable, reaching out to cup his face kissing him deeply.

You sighed breathlessly into the kiss as Steve's hands rubbed your sides. You pulled away momentarily only to put your lips on Steve's neck. Steve felt himself growing harder and needier to see you, feel you, pleasure you.

"Pretty girl, I need you. Lemme taste you, please," he whined.

He picked you up and laid down on your back to pull your sweatpants down your legs. You lifted your hips for him and he smiled cheekily at you biting his lip. Steve lifted your leg kissing the inside of your calf staring at with those hungry eyes.

"I still wanna see you sitting on my face, pretty girl," Steve said, pulling to him.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna crush you or anything," you whispered, making Steve chuckle.

Steve laid down assuring you that he wanted this and grabbed your hand helping you straddle his face. When you did Steve kissed the inside of your thighs playfully nipping and marking the sensitive skin making you gasp.

Steve wrapped his hands around your thighs bringing your center impossibly close to him, finally licking a long and wet stripe up your slit. Your moans were soft at first but when Steve started circling his tongue around your clit, you could help getting louder and bucking your hips grinding on his face.

Steve’s eyes were close relishing in your sex. You combed your fingers through his hair and Steve moaned loudly against your pussy. He dipped his tongue past your folds and that along with the vibrations from his beautiful moans, you head threw back moaning in pure ecstasy, moaning so loud your neighbors were definitely going to file a complaint.

“Fuck, Steve. Your mouth feels so good; shit!” you whined.

His tongue circled your clit again quicker this time and you bucked your hips, tightening your stomach and squeezing your legs as you approached your high. Steve kneaded the soft flesh of your ass lapping up everything you gave him.

Steve crawled from under you as you held onto the headboard, still standing on your knees, trying to catch your breath. Steve came up behind you rubbing your hips softly, kissing the back of your neck softly. He quickly rid the remaining of his clothes he still wore, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach desperate for some sort of attention.

You breathe softly, hyper focused on the cum that slipped down your inner thighs. Your legs lightly trembled from just his mouth you couldn’t wait to feel what his cock would feel like, filling you up like it was only a week ago. Steve sat beside you looking at you with a soft smile on his face, his hand softly rubbing the back of your legs and your bottom too.

He reached around to grab your hip and slowly turned you around settling you between his legs; your back pressed against his chest as it was only moments before, more innocently than now. His lips sucked and kissed your neck as his hands cupped and kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts.

Your hands rested over his own and your hips squirmed a bit for eagerness. The low growl from Steve because your hips grinded against his cock was incredibly arousing.

“Such an eager little slut ain't cha’,” he grabbed your hair.

“Fuck,” you mumbled as he pushed you forward on your hands and knees.

“Want me to fuck you? Remind you how I felt buried so fucking deep inside you? God, I think about you every fucking night; how perfect you were wrapped around me, how beautiful you sounded underneath me,” he whispered huskily in your ear making you shudder.

“Stevie, please,” you whimpered.

His hands rubbed up and down your back as he chuckled darkly.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting to take care of you again, pretty girl,” he kissed your back softly.

He wrapped his hand around his cock slowly and languidly pumping it. He couldn’t help but tease slightly circled his tip along your entrance pulling desperate whines from you. He finally reached his own breaking point, unable to stand not being able to feel you so he pushed his hips forward moaning loudly at how tight you felt around him.

“So good, pretty girl,” he moaned.

“Fuck, Stevie. Filling me up so good; you’re so big,” you sighed.

“Damn right, pretty girl. Taking my cock so well. Fucking made for me,” he grunted.

His snapped in and out increasingly quicker with each thrust; the vulgar sounds of his movements and skin slapping against each other echoed loudly in the room. Harmonizing with both your pleasurable moans.

Chasing both your releases, Steve’s hips jerked rougher and harder in and out of you making you practically shriek at the feeling. He leaned forward wrapping his hand around your throat before pulling you flush against his chest.

“Such pretty baby,” he bit your ear.

“Fuck! Stevie I need to come,” you whined.

“Yeah, you want to come all over my cock? Make a fucking mess?” he growled.

“Please!”

“Hold on, pretty girl. I’m almost there,” he sighed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure.

You whined and whimpered, tears brimming your eyes from that overwhelming feeling. You couldn’t help but clench hard around his cock desperately holding back for your release.

“Fuck, do that again, pretty girl,” Steve gasped.

“God, yes. I’m close, pretty girl. You ready to come?” he pulled your head back to look at your face.

Tears fell inelegantly down your cheeks, sweat lined your forehead, your chest moved rapidly up and down; to Steve, you looked ethereal.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Let go, pretty girl. I gotcha,” he whispered against your lips.

Your eyes rolled back as your body shook against Steve’s, releasing onto his dick profoundly. Steve swallowed your louds moans, roughly pressing his lips to yours, moaning himself. You clenched hard around Steve one last time feeling his throbbing cock shoot hot ribbons of cum, coating your walls.

When you eased your way slowly down from your high, Steve laid you down gently pulling out to see his cum mixed with yours spilling from you. You looked so fucked out breathing heavily, whimpering at the loss of Steve inside you. He wanted to, but held back from taking you again. But not wanting to hurt you, he treaded towards the bathroom and turned on the water to run you two a hot bath. He picked you up gently pressing kisses all over your face and neck before planting one delicious kiss on your lips; your hands reaching around his neck to deepen it if that was even possible.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, coating your arms with soap to wash you. You laid against him with your eyes closed desperately trying not to fall asleep in his arms.

“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked softly.

“Mh-m,” you shook your head slightly with a blissful smile on your face.

“Good,” he wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you passionately.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, barely audibly.

“For coming to hang out with me tonight,” you chuckled. Your eyes felt too heavy, simply remembering the way he carried you carefully back to your bed and held for the rest of the night.

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