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f10werfae · 1 year

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Sugar Sweet Thong

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader

warning: After Y/n gets a new thong, away up in his cabin where no one can touch her but him, her wild man of a husband can’t keep his hands off her (Major Dom Henry)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Baby, how did your little gift exchange thing go today? n’ what’s behind your beautiful body?”Henry asked watching his girl creep in through the front door, a clearly visible Victoria Secret bag in her hands. “It went well” She said shortly, her act falling once Henry patted his knees, beckoning her to sit on his beefy thighs; a strong arm curling around her waist. “Well what’d ya get sugar? C’mon n’ let me see, even brought more firewood in so we can snuggle in close tonight”

He growled nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his lips pressing a sloppy kiss onto her jaw. “We actually did something a little different this year, w-we did a thong exchange, so we all-“

“So you all bought each other thongs huh? Go on baby, show me your pretty new lace on for me to play with” Henry leant back in the arm chair, Y/n easily cuddling back with him, instantly missing his body heat. Henry’s arm around her waist softly stroked her stomach, his fingers teasing the rim of her underwear

“But that’s embarrassing! I can just hold it up for youu” Y/n whined shoving her face in his neck, the smell of pinewood and cologne filling her nose, his chequered over-shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tight white shirt.

A year ago Henry took a trip to the closest town for new tools, his eyes immediately caught onto the sweet little thing working in her grandparent’s candy shop. Dressed in a lavender dress she always greeted him with a smile, clinging onto his burly arms every time they walked about town, gaining a few stares as people thought ‘How could such a grumpy thing get that light?’

Of course once Henry convinced her to elope, it only made sense that she moved out with him to his isolated luxurious cabin out on the slopes. Their wedding consisted of just her family, Henry’s being nowhere in site but that didn’t bother any of them, frankly Y/n’s parents were just glad she was finally married despite her still being in her early 20s; for a man in his 30s like Henry to want their daughter’s hand in marriage, that was a gift.

“You’re my wife, if anythin the lace is the frame for my pretty picture. Now go get the damn thong on” Henry said more dominantly slapping Y/n’s ass causing her to squeal and giggle to their shared bedroom.

Pulling the thong up her thighs, Y/n couldn’t help but feel confident at the sight of the new lace on her body, when her friend’s words came back to her. “Come on Y/n, think of it as a present for both you and your grumpy ol’ man” Lucy giggled handing Y/n the bag.

Putting on one of Henry’s plaid shirts over her, she walked back out to the armchair in front of the log fire, wearing nothing underneath but her new thong. “Well?” Henry asked taking another swig of beer, throwing his cap onto the floor.

Y/n shyly pulled up the shirt revealing it to her husband, causing him to sit up and lean forward, his nose hitting her mound. “Sugar, you decorated my flower with another pretty flower, how thoughtful of you” He said looking up at her before taking his tongue and striping a lick up her thinly covered pussy.

“W-what are you doing Hen?” Y/n asked threading her fingers through his messy curls, his, “Kissing my pretty pussy” Henry growled placing kisses all over, finally setting one on her clit, causing his woman to slightly jolt in his hold. Henry leant back, unbuckling the belt she had recently gotten him for Christmas, his jeans falling to just his knees.

“Sit on my lap baby, get comfortable with your man, tell me about your day, wan’ hear all about it” Nodding Y/n sat back on his lap, the only thing between her pussy and his thick cock, being her lace thong. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other starting to slowly rub her clit through the lace as she talked.

“W-we went to starbucks, oh fuck, and- and then”

“Language baby” Henry growled slapping her pussy out of nowhere, before going back to slowly playing with her nub, his other arm making sure she doesn’t wiggle away from him.

“T-then we went back to Grace’s and we did the thong- thong exchange” Y/n gasped feeling Henry’s cock slide between her thighs, his red head bumping her clit every single time, just like he wanted. “That’s it baby, keep talking to me” Henry urged, his fingers going into his mouth and going back onto her clit, his other hand groping onto her right breast as she clawed onto his arms.

“Can’t do it, feels too good bear” Y/n breathed out leaning her head back onto his shoulder, his lips instantly landing onto her cheek, her head turning to give him a small kiss on the lips. “Got you all dumbed up on my cock, right honey? Can’t think when i’m all up on you, you drive me crazy” He growled fixing her up tighter against him, both his hands now going to her waist for his next move.

“Can’t imagine what woulda happened if I didn’t marry ya and bring you up here with me, you ever going to keep my pussy away from me?” Henry taunted pushing her body up and down, his cock sliding up and down her pussy lips which were now visible with the soaked lace.

“N-no. is’ your pussy baby, can have it whenever you want” Y/n moaned, her eyes going to the back of her head, knowing damn well that his words were enough to make her cum then and there. “Want you inside me Hen”

“Nuh-uh honey, maybe tomorrow, m’tired tonight. You understand right? Was busy working for us day n’ night” Henry said smirking knowing damn well his bank accounts were big enough to supply them another 10 lifetimes, but his baby didn’t need to know that, and she wouldn’t.

“Y-you’re right Hen, m’sorry, love you so much” Y/n whimpered feeling tears prick her eyes, her head turning coaxing out Henry’s tongue with her own, their rapid movements causing their kiss to turn wet and messy real quick. Filthy just like they both liked it. “I love you too baby. I’m going to cum on top of your pussy, that okay sugar?” He asked in her ear, her voice now rasped and broken as she screamed for him to do so. His cock painting the lilac lace white with his cum, Y/n’s eyes starting to lid close from exhaustion

“Can I at least keep this pair?” Y/n shuddered feeling her husband peel the sticky fabric down her thighs, watching as he threw it to somewhere in the living room, her eyes basically love hearts as she watched him attend to her. Kissing her nose, giving her a massive drink of water, bringing her back onto his lap this time with a soft blanket.

“You know the rules sugar, no underwear indoors” Henry whispered watching their log fire, his arms clasped around her waist as she resumed her story of her day, her nails softly playing with the wedding bands on their fingers. “Then I saw Stephanie’s new baby, n’ I was thinking can we have one?”

Henry woke up from his daydream to see Y/n looking up at him cutely, a sweet sugar like smile on her face, “Course baby, i’ll give you anything you want”

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misslovasstuff · 5 months

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Prompt: “You know, no one would believe me if I told them how much of a tease you are.”

paired with: Sanji, Zoro, Ace.

warning: contains nsfw

author’s note: goodness, Sanji got me kicking my feet. Anyways, enjoy!

Sanji

“Can I enter, chef?” - you knock on the kitchen door before opening it slightly, getting the attention of the cook who looks immediately towards the door, smiling softly.

“You don’t have to ask, love. Although I appreciate your politeness as alwa-

Sanji interrupts himself as he looks at you up and down, raising his eyebrows as he seemed not to believe his eyes.

It was quite late at night indeed and you walk so innocently in the kitchen wearing only your sweet pink lingerie. Of course, Sanji’s reaction does not go unnoticed by you, however, to tease him a little you just walk towards him, placing your hands behind his back.

“Keep working, I won’t disturb. - you rise on your toes, whispering breathily in his ear. - I promise.”

Sanji widens his eyes and gulps, sweat dripping off his forehead. He feels your chest pressed against his back.

Just how was he supposed to focus when he could feel your hot breath against his neck, your hands running up and down his back like that?

However, he tries to keep cooking, cutting the last vegetables before putting them in the dish that should boil for a while. He feels his hands tremble as he hears a slight moan coming from you.

“I love your wide shoulders. - you say, massaging him while smirking under your breath. - you’d look so big hovering over me, Sanji.”

The cook lets out a shivering sigh, breath getting caught in the throat as he unleashes his tie a bit. His cheek are already flushed as he struggles to finish cutting the vegetables. He clenched his teeth, trying not to give in at first although his whole body was melting with just a simple touch of your hand.

“Feeling hot? - you ask, pressing your chest against his back even more as your hands reach for his chest, grabbing his shirt before unbuttoning two or three buttons slowly. - I can cool you down a bit.”

Sanji pushes his head back slightly, biting his lip as your cold hands caress his bare chest.

“I thought you cooks were used to fire.” - you say, determined to undress him completely.

“Yes but,- he manages to let out a whisper, which came out more as a moan. - not this kind of fire.”

Your hands run down his abs to his abdomen where you take off his belt, grabbing him by his pants and turning him around to face him. Sanji leans back to the kitchen counter as you scan him up and down.

His torso now completely revealed to you, your faces only centimetres apart as he smiles and puts strands of hair behind your ear.

“You’re not keeping your promise, love. - he says, gently holding your waist with one hand, pulling you in slightly. - you’re incredibly distracting.”

Your lips press against each other. Hands all over each other’s body, moans conquering and echoing throughout the kitchen, clothes hitting the floor and steam coming out of your mouth, feeling the heat invading your beings.

“I was burning for you, Sanji. - you say, hands resting on his chest while he holds you close. - I couldn’t keep myself away.”

You press your lips agasint his, sliding them down to his jaw and then to his neck, earning some hot moans from him. His hands caress your back, travelling down your back hips then your butt which he squeezes tightly, making you return those lewd moans to him.

Love marks are left in his collarbone, making him tilt his head backwards while brushing his fingers through your hair.

“Good thing that you can’t stay away from me. - he states. - I want you to think of me always. - Sanji grabs your chin slightly, making your eyes meet. - Even your body has developed muscle memory from my touch. - his hand touches your breast, rubbing it softly. You bite your lip, returning a moan. - As if you’re programmed to love me.”

“That or, - you smirk, brushing his lower lip with your thumb before leaning in. - you’re programmed to touch me in all the right places.”

Sanji smirks, now both his hands on your breasts, teasing your nipples. Your eyes were seductive yet determined, an aura you develop when you’re alone like this with Sanji and no one else. It always turns him on how he’s the only one that gets to see this side of you, makes him crazy.

His lips barely touch yours as he whispers to you:

“You know, no one would believe me if I told them how much of a tease you are.” - he says and you both chuckle, lips becoming wet, bodies unifying and the kitchen becoming even more of a mess… a hot mess, that is.

“Because they wouldn’t believe how irresistible you are to me. - you state between kisses that are seemingly leading to more than just a simple make out session as your tongues dance together, not aiming for dominance but for a sensation that sends shivers down your bodies. - They don’t know how you’ve gotten me spinning around your fingers, chef.”

“Alright then, - Sanji picks you up, sits you on the kitchen counter and looks deeply into your eyes. - my fingers were supposed to do nothing but cooking today, however, I can always make an exception for my lady. - your words always had a tremendous affect on him, making Sanji burn with passion, eager to satisfy your whole being.

“Tell me something, - he says, parting your legs slowly. - How many times you wanna cum today, darling?”

Zoro

“Oi oi, what do you think you’re doing?” - The swordsman calls you out when he finds you in a strip club, hanging onto a pole, waiting for music to play.

“Zoro, - you greet him excitedly. - I though we could use some extra money, and that guy there offered me a quick gag.” - you explain, pointing to a short man in the corner that gestures you to stand in your waiting position on stage. Zoro gets annoyed by his attitude, grabbing one of his swords before getting interrupted by a loud music which starts to play and echoes across the bar.

“You?! Stripping?? - Frankly, you were the last person Zoro would think when it comes to such things. In his head, he was trying to convince himself that this wasn’t a dream. - Are you serious?”

You react quickly to the sound, grabbing onto the pole and letting out a sigh as you practice your concentration.

“Just sit down and enjoy.” - you wink at him, glancing at all the people approaching from a distance.

“What the… - Zoro remains confused as he sees guys gathering around close to the stage, all having their eyes on you, anticipating your movements. - … this can’t be.”

It all flows naturally once you spin the first time. Because of the flexibility your earned through training, pole dancing was a piece of cake for your body. However, most men did not know that, so they just watched in awe as your body moved with the music.

Until now you weren’t doing anything provocative. The thought of having your crew mate in the audience was a bit odd, not to mention that he too was staring, seemingly interested in what you were doing. Thus, they were two ways out of this; either you shy away and keep it simple but risk not getting paid, or go all the way out and why not tease Zoro a bit?

It doesn’t take take you long to decide. Second option it is.

The men in the audience are all sat in their respective seats, enjoying a shot of alcohol as their cheeks turn red and they drool uncontrollably. There was only one man standing, not taking a seat yet as if he was contemplating whether he should stay or leave the bar.

You notice that about Zoro, thus you begin to really put your effort in the performance.

Bright red bra strips made visible by your bare shoulders being exposed, get stripped down by your fingers, pushing them just a bit further down before grabbing the end of your shirt and pulling it up, hair falling gracefully over your chest which your gently push back.

You dance around the pole, twirling the shirt in the air as your bras remain on you, making a nice contract with your dark hair and lipstick, even more visible under the stage light.

After you threw the shirt away, you caress your arms with your fingers, bending over to your audience, giving them a good view of your chest.

“Stay.”

You mouth at Zoro who widens his eyes. He follows your movements as you expose your back whilst handling onto the pole, slowly squating down, your eyes fixated on your crew mate who visibly gulps, covering his face as he tries to look away.

You smirk when you notice him sitting down, ordering something to the waiter. He glances away for a bit but once you manage to make eye contact, you smirk.

“Good boy.”

You mouth at him again, this time making Zoro blush tremendously as he tries his best not to leave his guard down at this bar.

An idea pops in your head, thinking that it’s not harmful to try.

Truly, right now you were a sight to behold. Sexy bra with a cute skirt on and long boots that gave your legs a nice look, you go down the stage and find yourself right in front of Roronoa.

He eyes you up and down, and so do you. He was sitting on his chair manspreading, hand resting on his thigh and one holding the glass of alcohol just served to him.

“You thirsty?” - you ask, touching his chest and pressing his shoulders, whispering on his ear.

Zoro smirks, letting his glass down the table as he takes your hand, telling you to spin around for him.

Immediately after you do so, he grabs your hips and pulls you to his embrace, making you sit on his lap.

“You know, no one would believe me if I told them how much of a tease you are.”- he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. - I’m pretty sure this wasn’t part of the performance.”

You close your eyes as you feel his touch in your skin. It burns hot, the contact of your bodies is setting your souls on fire.

Although you eye him in anticipation, waiting for him to touch you more, Zoro gives you a smug look.

“You’re the one performing, aren’t you? Do you expect the costumers to entertain you? - his hands slide down your back moving from your butt to your thighs, giving them a squeeze - Such a dirty girl you are.”

The music continues to play loud, but nothing could compare with the sound of your rapid heartbeat beating so loudly in your chest.

“Come now, Zoro, - you start grinding slightly against him as you sit in his lap, earning a groan from the proud swordsman. - you obviously like me getting dirty with you, even though we’re in public. - You say, leaning in and kissing his neck, jaw, the skin under his ear as you breathily whisper in his ear. - You’re more of a slut than I’ll ever be.”

“Fuck, - he cusses, grabbing your hips tightly as you increase the pace of your grinding, completely ignoring your surroundings. - you think I like this? I’m just going along with it so you don’t get embarrassed her-

A groan of his interrupts the speech, his head pushed backwards as his hands start moving your hips faster. The friction was driving him nuts and he was too stubborn to admit it.

“Oh, really? You’re not enjoying this? Then I might just interrupt this and leave…”

Once these words leave your mouth, you try to get up from his lap before getting pulled in by a grip on your wrist. Zoro doesn’t say anything, but his eyes express the need to have you sitting on him right now. He holds your wrist and brushes his lips off it as he whispers, your eyes fixated on his lips:

“Don’t … - he gulps hard, finally imitating a king and intense eye contact. - … don’t leave like that. Don’t leave me like this.”

His excitement was quite visible, gut wrenching how big it looked under the fabric of his pants. You bite your lip as many lewd thoughts cross your head.

“If you have any complaints, please contact my manager. I’m not allowed to give guests special treatment. ” - you say, poking his nose before turning your back to Zoro and leaving him hanging… literally.

“Such a tease… “- he whispers, taking the last shot of alcohol, smirking as he watches your figure walk away.

Ace

It was one of those days where hormones took a toll on you and the neediness for affection and intimacy was skyrocketing. Is the fact that your boyfriend’s nearby a good or a bad thing?

“Love, - you call him, hoping he’d get down to your room once he hears your voice. - what are you doing?”

A few steps are heard, your mouth forming into a smirk as you sense your boyfriend making his way to you; always so attentive and caring.

“Hun’ did you call?” - there he was, standing now at your door, his hand touching the too as he leans in. You can’t help but stare at his biceps, the way he was looking at you with concern but your eyes were already telling a story that he was familiar with.

“Yes. - you eye him up and down, leaning against your bed frame as you bite your nail. - Was wondering what you were up to…”

His waist in perfect harmonious proportion with his shoulders made you drool. The hands that in some days caress you, brush off the fingertips on your skin, some other days slap and grab tightly, hold onto everything that is yours. Ace’s eyes that were always so sincere were looking at you now with so much love as he approaches and sits nearby you in your bed.

He scans you; the expressions on your face, the way you were observing him with every detail while biting your lip, your hands were clenching the sheets as you tilt your head back, embarrassed.

“I wasn’t doing anything important. - Ace says with a smirk, leaning closer. - What we’re you doing?”

His voice goes lower than before, making your body go crazy.

“I was… - you look him in the eyes, cupping his cheek. - … I was thinking of you, Ace.”

“Oh, really? - his eyes go to your hand. He touches is, caressing it with his thumb. - What exactly though?”

His cheeky grin is teasingly warm, your hand moves from his cheek down to his neck where you take a slight grip. Ace lets out a small groan, gulping hard.

“I was thinking how pretty you’d look if I get to ride you tonight… all night.” - you say, eyes travelling down his lips as his are completely mesmerised, cheeks blushed and completely speechless he remains. Most of the times, Ace would be the one who’d initiate physical intimacy and you’re both alright with that. So this composure of yours was satisfying, to say the least.

“My pretty girl wants a ride? - he says, attempting to tease and spoil you. - You sure you can take me in all night, huh princess?”

You pull him closer, whispering in his ear:

“I’m going to ride you till’ you break, love. - as he feels your hot breath against him, Ace blushes tremendously. - … so good that you’ll be begging me to never stop.”

Goodness, you’ve got him spinning around your fingers. He now faces you, and eyes widen while smirking slightly:

“You know, no one would believe me if I told them how much of a tease you are.” - his breath gets heavy, heart beating so fast as if it’s the first time he’d have you.

“They’ll believe if you scream my name while we’re at it. - you say, pushing him down the bed and sitting on him as Ace places his hands on your hips. - Be a good boy now and keep those hands to yourself.”

Boy, is he completely surprised about your behaviour tonight, but also very… very impressed.

“Woah, - he says, running his fingers through his hair. - I wonder what good deed I’ve done in my past life to deserve this?”

You both lightly chuckle, before an expression of lust overtakes you as your body leans in, your chest touching his.

Ace looks directly at it, approaching his hands to grab it but you slap it away.

“I said keep hands to yourself. - you demand, placing your lips gently on his neck while whispering. - I’ll bet to torture you a bit the way you torture me.”

“Fuck… fuck… - he cusses out, feeling the need to touch your body, caress your hair as you kiss him so softly all over. He wants to hold your waist and bite your ear while whispering all the dirty things that come up on his head. - Babe, you’ve decided to drive me crazy tonight, uh?”

You were all over your man. The delicate way your hands are placed on his chest and you leave hickeys on his collarbone is driving him insane. Your lips go up to his neck and jaw before crushing onto his lips.

With the corner of your eye you notice Ace’s hand about to rise and touch you, but before you could turn it down, his hand lowers itself, making you smirk as you’re kissing him.

“So obedient, you’re listening to me so well.” - you say and he groans, feeling your body getting lower, face down at his crotch as you unbuckle his pants.

“Love, - his voice shakes, - … please…”

“I know, I know… - you caress his inner thigh before pulling his pants off. - Just sit back and enjoy, Ace. I’ll reward such a good boy as yourself if you keep listening to me.”

Ace tilts his head back, biting his lip as he looks at you, anticipating your next move. Surely, he was in your hands now, and he loved it.

He wasn’t prepared for the amount of pleasure he received that night.

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cobrabobra · 1 year

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"Cold"

Carl Grimes x fem!reader, praising, vaginal fingering

I'm still new to this, so I apologize if it's monotone. Also English is not my first language so there might be mistakes.

"You're dead!" Carl looked at (Y/N) wide eyed, snow covering his face as he stood surprised. He bend down to take the biggest scoop of snow and throw it at his girlfriend. Oh, it was war now.

It was winter in Alexandria, a solid few inches of snow covered the ground, cold air tickled their lungs as they ran around the hole camp, playing in snow. But now playtime was over, it was time for some serious fighting.

(Y/N) only laughed cutely, shrugging, looking straight into Grimes' blue eyes, challenging him and acting innocent at the same time.

Her body moved, clearly readying itself to escape, but the boy was faster, tackling her to the ground, covering them in layers of fluffy, fresh snow.

"Gotcha" he smirked proudly as if he just tamed a wild beast, not grounded a teenage girl. "Can't escape now, sunshine" their breaths mixed, that's how close they were, their noses practically rubbing against each other, their hips pressed together separated with just a thin layer of their soaked clothes.

That's when he noticed she was shivering, her teeth clacking from the cold. It wasn't unexpected, they didn't have clothes that were designed for this kind of weather and they were rolling around in snow for hours, yet Carl couldn't help but feel concerned.

"Gosh, you're freezing" he picked her up, wrapping her with his hands, trying to warm her up a bit, but obviously that didn't help much. "We're going back" Grimes decided, taking her hand into his, their fingers were stiff, they barely had any feeling in them.

The walk to Carl's home was longer than they both expected, exhaustion suddenly hit them, cold piercing through their clothes, snow under their feet slowing them down significantly. When they finally got there the boy was already dreaming of a warm bath or drinking a hot cocoa sitting in front of a fireplace.

They left their shoes on a towel that Rick put up earlier and tried calling for him, but no one responded.

"Must be at Carol's" Carl hummed and stepped further inside. He took his coat off and threw it on the couch. "You want something hot to drink? Or we can take a shower?" He turned to face her, awaiting her decision.

"Shower" she managed to say, her jaw clenched, still bit warmed up yet.

"Let's get you out of these clothes" he stepped towards her, his hands on her sides, pulling her sweater up, revealing her smoth belly and her silky breasts covered with a bra.

Normally, she'd feel embarrassed, they've done stuff like this many times and she always blushed like crazy, something about Carl made it feel like it was still a new feeling. This time though, this wasn't sexual, he was just taking care of her, helping her and it made her heart flutter and filled her chest with warmth but it was the different kind.

Her pants fell down, belt buckle cliking as it hit the floor, leaving her in just her underwear. He shivered again, goosebumps covering her body, she tried to shield herself from the cold. Carl noticed that and quickly dragged her to the bathroom.

The titles were as cold as ice, making her toes curl at the unpleasant sensation. She stood there, observing her boyfriend's movement, he undressed quickly, too quickly for her. Yes, she was freezing but who wouldn't appreciate a little show?

(Y/N) hissed when her cold fingers touched her back in an attempt to undo her bra. Although it took longer than usual, it landed in the basket, just like Carl's garments moments ago. Same thing with her underwear, some almost painful touches, shutting her eyes at the feeling of clothes sticking to her skin.

"Get in" he said, his boxers long gone, curled up with the rest of their clothes. He took a minute to take in the view of her naked body, tracing her curves with his eyes, swallowing hard at the sight of her vulnerable state.

Piping hot, almost boiling water, covered their bodies as they stood in each other's embrace, letting their muscles relax, which wasn't easy because of the sensation of (Y/N)'s hard nipples pressed into Grimes' chest, their hips rubbing against each other with every little movement.

Little satisfied moans coming from the girls mouth, weren't helping either, they went straight to his dick, that was already teasing her sensitive folds.

"Feeling good, baby?" He chuckled, moving his hand to grab her neck, gently massaging the soft flesh underneath. This made his head fuzzy, this brief interaction, one like many others, made him realise once again how much he loved her.

"Yeah" her voice was breathy, her head tilted slightly back, clearly enjoying herself. She felt a familiar feeling slowly building up in her abdomen.

Carl seemed to notice that, because his fingers slided down her stomach, looking straight into her eyes as he started to tease her clit.

"Can't tell if it's the water or are you that wet already" he muttered into her neck, placing delicate kisses all over.

"Mm" she sighed, bitting her lip lightly. "Both"

"Good" he whispered straight into her ear, his voice unusually deep and raspy, like always when he got aroused. "You're so good for me"

She moaned uncontrollably at the praise, nodding her head a little, trying to show she indeed trying to be the best for him.

"My good girl, so wet for me" he kissed her jaw, slowly going down, towards her breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it deliciously, trying to distract her form the feeling of his first finger sliding in her tight hole.

His movements started off slow, teasing, trying to get her as desperate as humanly possible. All it took was bending his finger a little for her to start rutting her hips against his hand.

He bit her nipple, delicate yet still inflicting a little bit of this delicious pain that got her weak in her knees.

"You're so pretty. My pretty girl, you're doing so good" he added another finger which got another whimper out of her, her thighs trembled, she leaned back again the shower wall to prop herself.

Wet strands of hair her stuck to her face, water dripping from her chin, down at her collar bones, continuing to slide across her body, to finally disappear between her legs, where Carl's fingers were stretching her pussy.

Carl's dick stood up gracefully, hurting like hell without attention it needed, but it didn't matter, now making (Y/N) come was all that counted.

"I'm close" her voice was weak and quiet. She tried to restrain herself from making too much noise, the bathroom walls carried sounds like the newest Bluetooth speaker.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me? Cum in my first fingers?" He teased, his thumb circling her clit as his fingers practically pounded her poor, sensitive cunt. "Be good and cum for me"

Her toes curled again, this time bit from the cold but the feeling of an approaching orgasm. Grimes' lips muffled her moan, wet tounge sliding in, exploring her mouth as she felt her body tensing up, reading itself for the finish.

His fingers abused that spot inside her that made her stomach flutter, that lit fireworks in her abdomen.

Metalic taste of blood filled their mouths, coming from Carl's lip that she took liberty to bite as she came. Pure pleasure flooded her mind as she rode her orgasm, fucked herself on his fingers.

"You're not cold anymore, are you?"

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deliciousangelfestival · 2 months

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Lovers Say Goodbye | 2 - B.Barnes

Character: soft!dark Bucky x ex-girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky finds solace and love in an unexpected place, only to have his world shattered by a shocking revelation about the person he cared about.

Chap 1, Chap 2 , Chap 3 ,Chap 4, Chap 5 , -

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A dangerous glint flickered in Bucky's eyes as he stared at your employee photo on the screen. "What if," he said, his voice barely a whisper, laced with a chilling intensity, "I stirred up a little trouble of my own? Got her attention the only way she understands?"

Steve furrowed his brow, confusion etching lines on his forehead. "So, you're saying you want to create some chaos to get her back?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Based on your sudden disappearance, Bucky could only conclude that you had already made your decision, that you weren't coming back. But messing with Bucky Barnes was a grave mistake. He had developed deep feelings for you, and now, he was determined to do whatever it took to see you again, even if it meant the world went up in flames.

"Is it worth the potential consequences?" Steve pressed, his voice heavy with worry. He knew the depths of Bucky's past, the darkness he could unleash when provoked.

Bucky's posture remained rigid, his jaw clenched tight. "For her?" he rasped, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. "Without a doubt."

Steve swallowed hard, the weight of Bucky's unwavering resolve settling in his stomach. He knew his friend better than anyone, and when Bucky set his mind on something, he always got it. No matter the cost.

Bucky continued staring at your picture, a twisted smile on his lips. A silent promise hung heavy in the air, a promise that sent shivers down Steve's spine.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice barely audible, "we'll meet again. One way or another."

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The rhythmic click of high heels echoed down the long, sterile hallway. The cheerful facade of the friendly florist was gone, replaced by a steely resolve. Gone were the warm smiles that had charmed customers and Bucky alike; your expression had turned as cold and sharp as the winter wind.

The sun-kissed summer dress you once wore was a distant memory. In its place, a crisp white shirt and a severe black suit, the skirt hitting just below the knee, encased your form. Black high heels completed the transformation, adding an air of controlled power to every step.

As you entered the imposing exterior of the CIA building, you shed the remnants of your borrowed identity, "Alex Lynch." With each click of your heels on the polished marble floor, you stepped further away, leaving behind the carefully constructed charade and reclaiming your true self: Y/N L/N.

The elevator doors slid shut, sealing you within a metal cocoon. You pressed the button for the hidden floor, a destination accessible only to those with the highest clearance. As the elevator descended, the tension in the air thickened. When the doors finally opened, revealing the bustling operations center, a hush fell over the room.

"She's back?" A stunned murmur rippled through the ranks of agents. They couldn't believe their eyes. You, their elusive phantom, had returned after two grueling years embedded with the target: Bucky Barnes, the world's most notorious assassin.

Previous attempts to neutralize him had resulted in nothing but body bags. They'd taken a gamble, sending in their last hope, the agent renowned for overcoming impossible odds: You, with the code name of ODIN - Operational Deception and Intelligence Network.

The nervous click of Peter's heels echoed in the stark hallway as he approached you, "Ehm, Agent L/N," he stammered, barely daring to meet your gaze, "welcome back. Director Brandon is waiting for you." It was clear he was awestruck, speaking to his idol, the legendary ODIN.

You acknowledged him with a curt "Hmmph," your voice devoid of warmth. Reaching Director Brandon's office, you stopped. No knock. No announcement. Just a pregnant pause before the heavy oak door swung open with a silent by Peter.

Director Brandon, a man hardened by years of service, found himself instinctively straightening in his chair as your icy blue eyes met his. A tremor ran through his hand, a stark contrast to your unwavering demeanor. Even though he was considerably older, an aura of authority clung to you, making him feel like a student in the presence of a seasoned master.

"Y/N," he began, his voice strained under the weight of your presence. A fleeting smile, more of a grimace, played on his lips. "Welcome back. Splendid work, truly. We secured everything we needed thanks to you."

You didn't respond, your silence a weapon hanging heavy in the air, thicker than the unspoken questions and unspoken judgments. With a practiced grace devoid of human warmth, you lowered yourself into a chair, your posture rigid and unyielding, as if carved from granite.

The silence stretched, broken only by Brandon's nervous cough. "Anything you desire," he offered, the words tumbling out in a rush, his voice tinged with desperation. "Name it, and it's yours. A vacation. Anything to show our appreciation for your... sacrifice."

A single word, devoid of emotion, dripped from your lips: "Mission."

He leaned back, surprise momentarily cracking his carefully constructed facade. "But... wouldn't you like some time to... relax? After two years undercover, surely even Agent L/N needs a moment to reacclimate to the real world."

You tilted your head ever so slightly, a ghost of a smile playing on your lips. It was a smile devoid of warmth, bereft of amusement. "Tending to flowers for two years," you drawled, your voice like the whisper of an arctic wind, "has left me... unproductive. I require... stimulation."

A sigh escaped Brandon's lips, the weight of responsibility and the chilling efficiency of his top agent settling heavily on his shoulders. "Very well," he conceded, defeat lacing his voice. "I'll have the mission parameters ready shortly."

You offered a curt nod, the only acknowledgment he deemed worthy of his desperate plea.

He cleared his throat again, a nervous habit exacerbated by the intensity of your presence. "So," he ventured hesitantly, "no... regrets?"

Even though Brandon had been the one who sent you in, a sliver of unease gnawed at him as he regarded you. He couldn't shake the feeling of misplaced sympathy for Bucky, the notorious assassin you'd manipulated.

Your brow furrowed, a flicker of something akin to annoyance momentarily flickering in your eyes before being smothered by the practiced indifference that had become your second skin. "The success of the mission," you stated, your voice a monotone devoid of inflection, "is the only consideration that holds any relevance."

You rose from your chair, your movements smooth and practiced, your heels clicking like a death knell as you turned towards the door.

Without a single backward glance, you exited the office, leaving Brandon alone with the silence and the weight of his decision. He sank back into his chair, the image of your emotionless face etched in his memory.

Still, a sense of relief washed over him. Operation Pandora, a two-year-long covert operation, was finally over.

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A heavy sigh escaped Bucky's lips, a guttural "Huft," as he strained through another repetition. The training room, shrouded in darkness except for a single bare bulb illuminating the space, held memories he'd actively tried to suppress for the past two years.

Everywhere he looked, the ghosts of his past mocked him. Rows of gleaming weaponry hung on the wall, each instrument of death a stark reminder of the life he'd left behind.

Weight benches and punching bags stood like silent sentinels, their leather surfaces worn smooth from countless hours of his relentless pursuit of perfection.

He gripped the bar, his knuckles white with strain as he executed another hanging sit-up, the burn in his muscles a welcome distraction.

His gaze, however, remained fixed on the opposite wall, where a lone photograph served as a silent witness to his solitary workout. The image – a woman with warm eyes and a captivating smile – held the power to both soothe and ignite a storm of emotions within him.

Your fake name, Alex, echoed in his mind, a stark contrast to the cold reality of your true identity: Special Agent Y/N L/N.

"I'll get you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with a mix of determination and simmering anger. It wasn't just a vow of vengeance; it was a promise to himself, a pledge to reclaim the life stolen from him, to understand the woman behind the mask.

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mitsuyeaah · 11 months

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after party.

— shuji hanma x f! reader

cw: rock star!hanma, nsfw (mdni), smut, car sex, creampie, multiple orgasms (two), overstimulation, pet names (doll, baby), typical hanma behaviour

a/n: no explanation needed. just indulge in mitsu’s hanma thoughts.

“ah, of course, i couldn’t have done this without m’one and only. care to come up here, doll?” shuji panted into the mic. he had just finished his last song for the night and was doing a short closing speech. it’s only been a few months since he revealed that he was in a relationship with you, but you two had been together for two years now.

your jaw almost dropped to the floor as he said that, heart racing as the crowd screamed in excitement. you didn’t know if it was from excitement or anger if you were being honest, there were just too many people there. well, what could you say? your boyfriend was that big of a star. the charisma he had on stage was impeccable, easily capturing the hearts of many many fans that would kill to be in your position.

making your way past the security and up the stairs, shuji escorted you across the stage while holding your hand. the lights that beamed onto the stage were absolutely blinding, and you had to squint a bit to get used to it. it made everything else disappear, like it was just you and shuji there on the stage and no one else, despite the roaring of the crowd.

there was nothing behind him but the glare of the white light. his singular gold drop earring swaying and sparkling with every movement. the guitar strapped across his back now lay on the floor of the stage. confused, you were about to ask him what he was doing.

as soon as the two of you were in the middle of the spotlight, shuji did not hesitate to pull you into a kiss. a passionate one at that—one that should be reserved from the prying eyes of the fans and media. his hand was buried into your hair as he eagerly moved his lips against your own, head angled to the side so he could press his face further into you.

adrenaline coursed through your veins, the screaming of the fans muffled into nothingness as you focused on your boyfriend in front of you. his other hand rested on your hip, sensuously rubbing circles over your clothes as he darted his tongue out to lap at your own.

you knew why shuji was doing this. when his fans received the news that he was no longer in the market, many of them were angered and sent unnecessary hate towards you. it was immature to say the least. who were they to dictate one’s relationship? shuji did this to let everyone know that the love between the two of you wasn’t just a spark, it was burning. and it wasn’t going to die down any time soon.

you moaned into the kiss and tightly gripped at the collar of his onxy leather jacket. at this point, you didn’t care if there were hundreds and thousand pairs of eyes that witnessed this. you just wanted shuji. the two of you pulled away from each other to catch your breaths, resting your forehead against his while you stared into his amber eyes.

“now, everyone knows you’re mine and i’m yours, doll. just focus on me and no one else.” shuji whispered loud enough for you to hear.

but just like everything, the tender moment you two shared immediately came to an end when you felt something soft hit your backside.

your eyes widened as you turned around and saw a pair of red lacy bra sitting just right next to your feet. shuji laughed hysterically behind you and reached for the undergarment, “mmm, red. my favourite colour, right doll?” he spoke into the mic; he hooked one of the straps around his finger to dangle it in front of your face, a smug grin plastered on his own.

you knew shuji was playing around with you, teasing you but you didn’t find it funny. you really didn’t mind fans occasionally throwing their bras on the stage when your boyfriend performed—yes, at first it bothered you but you grew accustomed to it. it wasn’t like shuji kept them anyway.

but it was a different conversation if fans threw it on you instead. it was more of a threat. especially after the amount of backlash you and shuji had gotten after revealing your relationship to the media. some fans were disappointed but a fair share were also very supportive which warmed your heart.

shuji saw the familiar look on your face. you were displeased. he cleared his throat into the mic and quickly bid the crowd good night before ushering the two of you backstage. you walked a few steps ahead of your boyfriend; you weren’t fuming, just annoyed that he did that. he easily caught up to you with how long his legs were and draped a sweaty arm around your shoulders, his leather jacket long gone as soon as the two of you entered his dressing room.

god, how was he able to arouse you and annoy you in a span of just a few minutes?

“you look annoyed.” he mused. you groaned and pushed his heavy arm from your shoulders, “you’re sweaty. and no shit, i didn’t ask to get a bra thrown at me.” shuji chuckled as you sat on the couch of his dressing room, crossing your legs and arms as you slightly glared at him. “why did you even dangle it in front of my face..” another chuckle slipped past shuji’s lips as you let out a huff.

“doll, stop acting like you’ve never felt my sweaty body against yours, and i was just teasin’ ya.” he kneeled in front of you. his index finger and thumb gripping your chin to turn your head to his. you held his citrine gaze for a few seconds before rolling your eyes at him and shaking his fingers from your face.

shuji clicked his tongue and stood up but before he could say anything, the door suddenly opened, it was shuji’s manager. “we’re having an after party to celebrate the success of your concert. you will be there, right? your friends are attending too.”

shuji let out a hum, he stared at your stoic expression for a moment before shaking his head. “nah, i’ll pass up on that. my doll and i are going to have a party ourselves.” your brows shot up, shuji was never the one to turn down an invitation, especially an after party. a wild one. his manager groaned, “but it’s for you! and we can’t have a party without the star..”

“oh c’mon, i’m sure y’all can live through it. make something up, i don’t know. i’m going to spend this night with my baby.”

you tried your best to keep your stoic expression up by rolling your eyes at him again and pretending like you didn’t care but in all honesty, you were squealing on the inside. you didn’t expect shuji to bail on the party and spend the rest of his night with you only.

the two of you were inside his van, patiently waiting for his chauffeur to take the two of you back home to his high rise apartment.

“are you still upset about that whole ordeal earlier?” shuji turned to face you from his seat, his eye scanning your side profile as you mindlessly scrolled through social media. your notifications were blowing up thanks to your friends sending you articles and pictures of that little stunt shuji pulled earlier. he definitely knew how to make a headline.

“i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean to make you feel like that..” he extended an arm over to you and placed his slender hand on your thighs when you didn’t reply, squeezing at your exposed supple flesh.

you bit back a small moan as you felt his hand curve inward to rub along your inner thigh, gradually inching higher and higher until his hand disappeared under your skirt and dangerously near the apex of your legs. you let out a small sigh as shuji rubbed the side of his pink against your clothed panties, “shuji..”

“hmm? what’s wrong, doll?”

you cursed underneath your breath as he put more pressure, this time directly on your clit which caused your cheeks to warm. your hips instinctively bucked up at his hand, you wanted more. “fuck, i want you.” you let go of the stoic mask that you’ve been trying to hold on to and finally held shuji’s gaze, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

his free hand patted his thigh, one brow raised at you. of course you knew what that meant.

you eagerly climbed onto his lap with your back pressed against his clothed chest. shuji rested his chin on your shoulder while his hands rubbed up and down your waist. “is my girl sulky? guess i have to show her that i belong to her and her only, huh?” he mumbled against the skin of your neck. goosebumps formed as his lips ghosted over the sensitive spot.

“my god, just fuck me already..” you let out an impatient huff as you rested your head on his shoulder to give shuji more access. he gave you a low chuckle that sent vibrations down your neck before his hands swiftly slipped under your skirt and practically tore your panties apart, earning a loud gasp from you.

shuji tapped on your thigh and you lifted yourself up a bit so he could pull his pants down just enough to get his hard cock out from its restraints. “hmm? so wet f’me already..” his citrine eyes rolled to the back of his head as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your wet folds—lips parted and head thrown back against the headrest.

one hand firmly held your hip to guide you down his cock. you could feel his grip tighten as you sank down, shuji let out a loud shameless groan as your tight walls hugged him just right. fuck, you were so perfect for him. your body slumped against his as he bottomed out with his balls touching your folds.

it wasn’t your first time having sex with shuji but fuck, he was so long that you always needed a few seconds before proceeding, and due your position, his tip was already deliciously kissing that sweet spot inside you. you practically had to reach back and stop him from moving around because you swore you could almost cum right then and there.

“fuuuck, you’re so deep.” “good thing you like it deep, don’t you, doll?”

before you could snicker at his response, shuji held your hips in place and started thrusting his hips up without warning. “a-ah, fuck! shuji—ngh! baby, slow down!” with how powerful his thrust were, you were one hundred percent sure that the van was visibly shaking, and people in the parking lot wouldn’t have to guess much with what activity was happening inside.

the sound of squelching and skin slapping bounced around the walls of the van. the cool air inside the vehicle immediately turning hot, heavy and damp, causing the windows to quickly fog up.

not knowing what to do with your hands, you cupped your breasts through the fabric of your shirt, squeezing them to increase the pleasure you felt.

“tsk, you dirty girl.. my cock isn’t enough for you, huh?” shuji’s voice trembled with pleasure. he removed both his hands from your hips and circled them at the back of your knees so that both legs were hooked on his arm. your legs were in the air now, his arms pressing them further into your chest to expose your wet cunt.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the position as shuji’s cock reached a whole new level of deepness. you were trapped in his hold and there was nothing you could do but sit there and take the entirety of his cock and his relentless thrusts. “ah! ah! ngh—ah! s-shuji!” your moans increased in volume and pitch, causing your boyfriend to click his tongue at your loudness.

he adjusted his torso to snake his right hand further upwards, shoving his middle and ring finger into your mouth to silence you. it was such a sight to see. shuji’s slender fingers that donned gold rings shoved into your mouth; his cock deliciously pounding in and out while your legs hung in the air, held by his arms.

you moaned around his fingers, occasionally licking and sucking on it like it was his cock. shuji breathlessly cursed under his breath as he felt your tongue swirling around his slender digits. “fuck, doll. taking me so fucking well—ah! shit! you gonna cum f’me?” he moaned, his voice now an octave lower.

you let out broken hums of agreement that were in-synched with every thrust of his hips. you didn’t trust your brain and mouth to work together to form a coherent sentence at this point because the only thing in your mind was how good shuji was fucking you. your thighs were burning from being held up for this long and you couldn’t feel your feet anymore but you didn’t care.

“yeah? go on, then. cum for me, doll..”

you arched your back at the pleasure that engulfed your whole body, the string of moans that threatened to escape your throat were muffled by shuji shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth. tears spilled from your eyes as you came around his cock, your cunt deliciously gripping him like a vice for a few seconds, causing his hips to stutter.

shuji rode out your orgasm by quickly rubbing your clit with the hand that was previously shoved into your mouth. fuck, no wonder why he was so good at playing his electric guitar. his lips left hues of dark red and purple on the side of your neck as he drove you to overstimulation.

“fuck fuck fuck! shuji! i can’t! ngh—ah!” “n-not yet, doll.. just a bit more—fuck! i’m cumming!”

shuji gave you a few more strokes before shoving the entirety of his cock inside you to unload his cum, all while rubbing tight circles on your clit. he moaned against your neck, a string of profanities tumbling from his lips as he reached his orgasm.

“ah—shit! yeah.. that’s it, so so good f’me..”

you bit your lip at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up and seeping out of your wet cunt. your eyes clamped shut as you could feel another orgasm sneaking up on you since shuji was still rubbing on your clit.

you let out short high pitched moans, legs trembling with pleasure as you came around his cock once again. the pleasure was more intense this time round and you swore to the universe above that you saw stars in your vision.

shuji kissed at the dark hues on your neck, whispering endless praises against your skin as you came down from your second orgasm. he gently placed your legs back down and stroked your thighs, as if he knew how badly they burned from the position.

“what an after party that was.” he let out a breathless chuckle. all you could muster up was a light hum with how spent you were but shuji didn’t mind, he knew how much he tires you out during sex and if he was being honest, he wore it like a fucking medal.

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leehoney0 · 1 year

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Cutie

Female reader . Fluff . Suggestive.

“My boyfriend is so cuteeeee” you shout as you stay seated on Ethan’s lap,he rubs his hand up and down your thighs as he smiles up at you

You and Ethan have been dating since the time you both Graduated from high school and we’re starting your collage life,although you wished you had met him early since you truly believe he is the love of you’re life

Even though both you and him seem to come from different sides or group of people you really hit it off mainly since he was one of the first boyfriends you’ve had who were not after your body and truly cared for what you had to say!

Many do your friends had told you,you deserved bettter but you truly didn’t know any better! I mean they were hot so what was the problem! Many had always called you a bimbo but were you truly one that was a hard question already as it was?!

Ever since knowing Ethan you truly understood what if meant to be in love with someone,late nights spend with him were the best you had in years even if those nights were spend tangled in his sheets clothes all over the floor

would consider yourself a bimbo? after being called whatever that word meant a lot you decided that one night to go and search up what it meant

after looking at images and a couple of websites you clapped your hands and jumped in glee,whatever you looked up truly brought you glee

You were a bimbo! The cute style and your closet being full of pink clothes! even your room was full of girly stuff not a spot being uncovered in pink you fully agreed that you were a bimbo but the dummy part did get to you maybe that part didn’t matter!

You were a fully capable independent women even if you need help in a lot of stuff you were alone a lot so why does that matter!

Anyways back to your lovely boyfriend!

As you stare down at Ethan’s,his eyes look into yours with full adoration of you,you starts to peck his face as he grab onto your waist for support

Running your hands through his hair to brush out any tangles from his hair,you hear a noise coming from outside his bedroom,turning to look at his door to try to get a better listen to what you were listing too

“Hey didn’t you say no one would be here?”

Ethan seems to be to caught up in your neck,nibbling on your jaw,Ethan’s hold on you tightens as if you were gonna slip out anytime soon

“Hey I think someone is here”

You tap his should to bring his attention up on you and potentially answer your question,he puts his head up and sighs laying his head on your shoulder

The door swings open and reveals Chad standing with a drink in his hand,he drops his mouth open in complete shock at the sight in front of him,you hold onto Ethan’s shirt as a comfort to being shocked at the door being slammed open

“NO WAY your hooking up with y/n”

(Haven’t watched the movie so don’t know how Chad acts sorry!)

Chad stares at you,confused you tilt your head to the side,did you know Chad,you decided to smile and wave at him,even if you didn’t recognize him smiling was the best option!

Ethan’s sighs and looks down to pull your skirt that had ridden up with his grabby hands always going to cough cough private places,ever since he started to go out with you,he always made sure nothing was hanging out or you didn’t accidentally flash someone

Lifting you up slightly so he can slide out Ethan’s get ups to close the door and pushes him out,blush slightly appearing on his cheeks

“Get out and how do you even know my girlfriend”

Chad turns to Ethan and smirks at him

“She was like this big ditzy girl,went to my high school who supposedly.. not you know judging .. uh a big slut”

Chad says in a tone to try and not offend Ethan,you never know how someone would react to Someone their seeing being called a slut,Ethan’s look at him through his hair

“We are dating and not just hooking up”

He pushes his hair back slightly

“We have been seeing each other for a while and I genuinely feel like she’s the one”

Chad smiles and pats Ethan on his shoulder

“Hey.. if you think she’s the one then she the one”

Ethan smiles at Chad

“Thanks”

Chad Stands up straight and pats his thighs and sighs

“Well I will leave you two love birds alone”

Ethan’s smile and waves back to Chad as he leaves into his own room,Ethan’s smiles too himself and walks back to his room,he turn and steps into his room

You’re sat in the center of his bed looking through your purse for your lipgloss since most has come off when you had your little kiss session,you turn to look up at him since hearing him take step closer too you

Smiling you put your hand out for him to take,he steps closer with a smile on his face,you pull him onto the bed,he plops on top of you,you kiss the top of his forehead and run your fingers down his back

He did always enjoy this as he always made to sure to help you pick your next set of nails,multiple times you got his E on one of your fingers,showing it off to your friends multiple times!

He sighs and snuggles deeper into your neck inhaling your sent,you always chose the best perfumes, you lightly rub your cheek on top of his wavy hair wishing you could stay together like this forever

Although you two might be complete opposite and might not even have glanced at each other in both of your younger years,your glad to have crossed paths!

Cringe!!!!!!!!!

Credits to those writers who can give a character so much more with such little content!!! Also I haven’t watched or don’t even know how the movie goes I had to look up Chad cuz I knew he might be friends with Ethan don’t know if they are really roommates?! But enjoy I guess

Also I always try to make my stories inclusive for woc or poc in general since u know I am one so if something is not inclusive please don’t be afraid to say anything!!!?<3

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rileysluvr · 11 months

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i need to take care of this giant guy so bad he is my everything (he doesn’t even exist) um anyways. könig nsfw!!

“Just relax, baby,” you purr, applying just the slightest amount of pressure to his chest. His legs give in despite his mind being as fuzzy as TV static, body drained of any fight it could possibly have left, and he sits on the end of the bed, looking up at you with tired eyes. “Let me take care of you, yeah? Can I make you feel good?” you ask. “I think you deserve it.”

He nods weakly, and you take a step closer between his legs, your hands coming up to knead at his slumped shoulders. Your fingers slip under the ends of his veil just a bit, “Can I take this off?”

He’s already shuddering under your touch; your skin hasn’t even made contact yet, besides your gentle hand taking his cold, large one and leading him to the bed prior to having him like this, the moment he arrived off the plane. He had already taken off his vest and armor, in a hurry to alleviate some tension from his overworked body, but his muscles were still stiff in a way no release of tactical gear could solve.

He needs you to help him. Fix, him.

He nods once more, and you give him a sweet smile. Your hands meet the rim of his helmet and you pull it up, worn fabric coming with it, your actions so tender and serene he thinks he may just fall to pieces right before you. He wonders if he was just imagining your smile becoming brighter once his face was fully uncovered—he, of course, wasn’t—and he closes his eyes, the warm air around him feeling as cold as an icebox as it makes contact with his hot head. Having gone multiple days straight wearing it, he rolls his neck, thankful to finally be free from the extra few pounds of weight.

You lean down to place the helmet on the floor next to your feet, out of his sight, and mind, like he would ever want to take his eyes off of you in the first place. Rising to standing up straight, still barely taller than his mountainous stature, you bring your hands back up to his neck, needing to feel him with you, and have him feel secure. You pull him into a soft kiss, and his lips are cold and shaky against yours. You hadn’t felt him like this for a while, and you missed it, missed him, dearly. A hand falls to tug at his shirt, rubbing the fabric between the tips of your fingers, and you’re leaning more into his space. “This, too?” you mutter into his mouth.

“Yes, please,” he manages to breathe, and your belly ignites with butterflies, regardless of how lucid his response was.

Your fingers maneuver to the bottom hem of his t-shirt and he lifts his arms; he knows he must look like a tall child right now, but he’s simply too exhausted to pay mind to it. You lift the soft material from his body, pale and seemingly flexing with the wave of coolness that hits his skin, apparent by the goosebumps that wash over his muscular form. The shirt joins his helmet on the floor and you allow your hands to scale his body, working up his forearms and then his biceps and chest before landing on his face. Your thumbs smooth over the apples of his cheeks as the rest of your palms encase his heavy head by the jaw and above. He’s still sat hunched over, though it’s hard to appear smaller when your shoulders are twice the size of the average man’s and built of nothing but pure strength.

“You’re beautiful, König,” you remind him, and he damn-near whines at the words alone. You pull away for only a second to take off your shirt, and his drunken eyes are transfixed on your body, and the way your breasts sit so prettily in your bra. He could never get used to any part of you, each time he sees and hears you feeling like a first again. “Every part of you, and I’ll never let you forget it.” You undo your pants and allow them to gently slide down your legs, revealing your panties that match your bra in lacing, and inch by inch of your skin until you’re fully available to his starved eyes. You step out of the fabric, closer to him, between his knees. “Go ahead and lay on your back for me, baby.”

He reluctantly follows your kind order, fearing he may succumb to his drowsiness the second his head hits the mattress, but he doesn’t, and instead feels a bit more conscious than before, the uncomfortable straining in his pants spreading far past ignorable. Needy, he’s becoming, fighting the urge to buck his hips forward into nothing, chasing some, any sort of friction, and losing poorly.

You want to make him feel better. That’s all you want to do.

He moves further up the bed until his legs are fully on the bed, and you simultaneously climb up onto his lap, and then his waist, leaning down to seize his lips in a sweet kiss. You pepper his face in kisses, across his cheekbone and down behind his ear, teasing him, knowing how ticklish he is in that particular spot, and you giggle against his skin as he jumps slightly beneath you. Down his neck and across his shoulder, your soft kisses don’t end. Your lips creep further down his sculpted chest and he tenses up when you graze over his hard nipple; bless him, he’s so sensitive to your touch, releasing a muffled moan at the contact. You trail down his body, and he can’t even think, or process how badly he needs you. You’re eventually between his thighs, lips dragging down the line of dark hair that disappears beneath his jeans. He’s losing more of himself by the second, gut feeling like it’ll burst any moment now with the amount of butterflies swarming around in it. Like his chest is going to cave in with the weight of love you give him, and he can't handle it.

You actually kiss the ever growing bulge in his pants, smiling up at him, and his brain short-circuits. Your palms massage at his thighs, mouth already salivating as you barely graze past the area that needs the most attention. Another buck of his hips, a particularly whiny hum from his throat, and your fingers are at his zipper, taking your time in undoing the confinement. You tap his thigh twice and he uses his last bit of strength to lift himself a bit, and you manage to pull his jeans and boxers off from under him.

He’s leaning back on his elbows to watch you take his hard cock in your hand, outright awing at the size you could never seem to familiarize yourself with, and you begin moving your hand up and down his length. His body jolts when you swipe your thumb over his swollen tip and lazily smear his pre as far as it will go, an unconcealed groan from the back of his throat shattering the air around you. He fails to keep his body at bay as he chases more friction, and you coax him to relax through countless shushes and coos of praise, which ultimately only make it all the harder for him to last. Slowly, almost excruciatingly, you’re moving. His breathing picks up, still shaky and shallow and showing heavily in his chest. You look up at him with big eyes.

He knows your next move when you adjust to better have your face at his crotch, arms resting on each of his big thighs, and you lick your lips, smiling when you notice his parted ones. How utterly fucked-out he looks, having done nothing, yet. You open your mouth and take the head of his cock between your wetted lips, encapsulating it in your hot mouth as it takes up all the space you could offer. He lays back with a desperate, almost animalistic groan shamelessly pouring from his lips. Your tongue tortures him, in the best way possible, as you suck on the tip of his cock like a lollipop that’s far too big for your mouth, your hand continuing to pay heed to what you couldn’t with your tongue. You know he’s getting close with the way his groaning turned to pathetic whimpers in the matter of seconds, his back arching slightly off the bed in an attempt to keep himself from bucking his hips too hard into you, head turning to the side and back as his eyes can’t decide on staying open or not.

He can’t form words, only deprived hums and whines. He can only grip onto the bedsheets under him, and he can only let you do what you want because you’re the only one who can make him feel this way. The only one who can pull these sorts of noises from him, take control of him so easily. Only, ever, you.

You watch his abs flex and back arch, the sweetest of whimpers spilling from his throat and refusing to die out as your tongue pushes him over the edge. Sucking the head of his cock so beautifully, and he can’t even watch, eyes screwed shut and occasionally hiding one half of his face in the sheets he laid on. Your tongue presses up against the slit of his cock and he bucks his hips up once again in response, entirely out of his control. A moan from deep in your throat coats his cock and the entire length of his spine, and his breathing borderlines heaving.

He spills his cum in your mouth with a suffocated moan, strings of whispers of unintelligible German and swears, and you hum with him, hand continuing to stroke him through his high. You smile widely at the hot, tangy liquid that soaks your gums, and you pull away, watching the string of saliva that connects your bottom lip to his cock break. You swallow his thick cum, and he’s now leaning up a bit to see you, your eyes looking up at his own that can’t seem to pull away from the dribble of cum that’s slipped from your lip and trickles down your chin.

He groans—pathetic to him but music to your ears—when you crawl back up to straddle his waist. He’s still hard, painfully, and you know why. His head falls back against the mattress, utterly dazed and heavy, and your hands are back trailing his body. They find purchase cupping his cheeks and chiseled jaw. “How was that, honey? You feelin alright?”

He nods almost frantically. “M-more,” he chokes through his panting.

A smile creeps its way onto your lips and you conceal it the best you can. You lean down and turn your head to better understand him. “What was that, baby?”

“I need more, please,” he whines, fully given up on keeping his composure. “I need to be inside you, please, meine Liebe…i-it’s been so long, and I miss you. So much,” he breathes, weary and unadulterated.

You’re dumbfounded by his words, tickling every nerve in your body just as his heavy palms do, running up your bare thighs and squeezing slightly, as much as his tired body will allow. You lean forward and capture his lips with yours once again. Your body heat partially relieves him from the shivers that fight to reach every inch of his naked body. Sweet and salty, remnants of his cum that still coats your mouth fighting with the lip gloss that stains your lips.

He’s more dominant, hungrier than before, as he searches for more of you in your mouth. His kisses falter to the corner of your mouth, wet and sloppy and a reflection of his exhaustion, how hard he worked to be with you. A hand moves to the back of your neck to keep you still and stable with how much he was pressing his face against yours, and he reaches your cheek. You bury your head in his shoulder due to the stimulation he brings unto you; merely his lips inching closer to your most sensitive area. He turns his head a bit to whisper in your ear–entirely unraveled and desperate–a straightforward, single line of begging, “…Please fuck me.”

It’s your final undoing. You sigh a shaky breath before returning a dumbified and delicate, “I can fuck you.”

He finally relaxes with a faint smile and you sit up, his hand falling to your hip. You refuse to make him wait any longer, laying under you so sweetly, asking for it so nicely. He closes his eyes as you scoot back on his lap and take his cock in your hand, watching as his jaw clenches with a groan. You move your palm and fingers up and down his cock as you lift your hips, slide your panties to the side and move over him. You moan unabashedly when you shove the head of his cock in your soaked pussy, inadvertently teasing the both of you with how you strive to get used to his size again. His whimpers are already drowning out your own, becoming more impatient and needy as you slowly sink down onto him.

He’s instantly drunk when he bottoms out inside you, if he wasn’t enough from when he first finished in your mouth, and he can barely make a noise with how tight you are around him. He’s fighting not to cum so early, and you’re not helping with the way you’re squeezing around him. He’s seeing stars, and you haven’t even started moving yet.

The stretch of his cock stings so pleasantly, and you sit there for a moment, in the moment, with him. No discomfort; only bliss. He’s just so pretty, lying under you. Toned chest rising and falling with every heavy breath he takes, muscles flexing in his neck and shoulders and arms and all. A body that reminds you of ceramic brought to life, dating back to ancient times you were somehow lucky enough to come into possession of. His cheeks are pink and his hair is disheveled, and he’s unable to keep still for the life of him; just how you like him to be.

He swallows thickly, and without the bounce of his Adam’s apple there to remind you of his state you would have forgotten how badly he needs his release. Wholly entranced in his being.

You raise your hips about half way off his cock, and slide back down again with a whine of your own. His whimpers are stronger, and you know he’s going to cum soon with how he’s twitching inside you. How he’s failing to keep his body on the bed, attempting to move his hips up into you just as he was earlier when you took him in your mouth, and you do nothing to stop him.

You want him to cum, so badly. You want to take him for all that he has, make him feel as good as possible before you even think about yourself. You need this, just as much as he does. He always came fast, but when you learned he could do it again and again for you? That’s when you truly had him wrapped around your little finger.

A snicker leaves your curled lips as you do it all again, watching him squirm under you. He wants to hold out for you, please you first. But he knows he won’t be able to, despite his struggles of tensing muscles and series of exasperated pleas and choked ngh’s and mph’s. He knows you don’t want him to hold himself back, either, and the idea soothes his guilt just a bit.

Again, your pussy squeezes around his cock as you lift your hips from his lap, and you sit back down. It’s just too much, and he spills his hot cum deep in your pussy with a strained, loud groan, as his back arches off the mattress beneath him. You hum happily as you feel him fill you to the brim, a great smile on your lips. You’re not going to stop.

“That’s my good boy, Köni.”

He mumbles incoherently at your words, feeling as if his mind would fully crumble at any moment. You begin riding his still-hard cock and he groans, having not enough time to recover from his orgasm. His cum in you makes the act all the more pleasurable, partially conciliating the ache of the stretch that his big cock brings you. You set a slow pace, agonizingly, as he catches his breath.

He’s putty under your grasp. He can’t think or speak, and you revel at the sight of his pleasure, wanting it engraved in your mind for the rest of time. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each drop of your hips, and he could just about die right this instant.

His hands reach for and knead at your hips, trailing up the sides of your waist as you continue to rock back and forth on his cock. They find your chest and he cups your breasts in his palms, massaging at the flesh through your lace bra; Christ, his hands are huge, and you feel so safe whenever he has them on you, anywhere. Strong, sculpted and veiny, just like the rest of him, earned through the hard work of which he credited each success to the simple existence of yourself. He’d be lost without you, taking care of him, and he’d be deserted without the motivation to make it back to you so he can return the favor in full.

The muscles of your thighs burn greatly as they straddle the sides of his waist, and you couldn’t care less. Your orgasm is building, just as his third one is, and you’re desperate to chase them both. His pelvis works against your clit with every grind of your hips, and you gasp when he suddenly raises his hips for a quick moment, turning into an unconcealed moan straight from your throat as he goes on to babble under you. Your leisurely pace remains intact despite your overwhelming need for more friction.

“Come on, honey, just a little bit more,” you coo, sweet and breathy. “Doin so good for me, you know that?”

He eagerly nods his head against the mattress as the side of his face is pressed against the sheets, the stimulation from both your body and your sweet voice being too much for him to handle. His stomach feels tight, just as yours does, and he can feel himself spiraling into yet another high. He’s moaning with every breath he takes, absolutely unraveling beneath you.

“I’m gonna, mph, scheiße…I’m gonna-,” he pants, fully lost from himself. “...Schätzchen, please, I-I can’t-”

“Shh, baby,” you attempt to calm him, barely able to hold it together yourself as your belly tenses and your thighs stiffen a bit. “Just cum one more time for me, yeah? That’s all I need from you.”

He’s nodding his head again, and straining his neck to do it, for you. He’s breathing fast and shallow, and with just a few more sways of your hips, he’s cumming in your pussy for the second time with a tired groan, more powerful than either of the previous two. His noises spur you on, fast thankyouthankyou’s straight from his heart as you ride him through his high. The coil in your belly finally snaps, and you finish on his cock with a dauntless moan. Your thighs are shaking when you finally come to a stop, hands finding his to squeeze tightly. You’re fighting not to lean forward and just collapse onto him, even though you know he loves you as his personal weighted blanket.

His spent cock and cum still stuffed in your pussy, you feel so full you could almost be sick; an ailment you wouldn’t mind being stuck with. Some of his seed escapes from your cunt, seeping onto his pelvis, and you shiver when the warm liquid grazes your clit. You lean down to kiss him once more. Lovingly, and passionately, easing back from sex and into comfort. You’re tired, and you can’t begin to imagine how exhausted he must be. You pull away with a hum, satisfied with your work and admiring his fucked-out features.

You start to turn to slide off his lap so you can find something to clean him up with, when his heavy palms land on your legs to keep you on top of him. You halt your movements instantly, and give him a curious look. “What’s the matter, honey?”

“Nothing is the matter,” he chuckles, only making you more confused. He reaches for your hands that are at his abdominals and he holds them in his bigger ones, bringing them to his face. He places kisses to each of your knuckles, gentle and warm, and you smile wildly at the gesture. “Can I ask you for one more thing, meine Liebe?”

“Of course, baby,” you say, even though you have no clue what more this man could need other than sleep. You squeeze his hands, “What is it?”

He doesn’t answer you, and instead drops your hands to wrap his own behind your knees. He pulls you forward and onto his stomach, humming when the significantly cooler air around you first makes contact with his used cock, and you as well when you’re struck with the absence of his size. You furrow your brows. “Köni, what are you doing?” you laugh, puzzled and almost nervous.

“I need to return the favor, don’t I?” he quips, sleepiness still apparent in his voice but partially masked with cockiness. He maneuvers his arms under your thighs and pulls you up to sit on his chest, and while you attempt to keep your weight off of him, he simply won’t allow it.

“What you need…is to rest,” you argue, though your actions entirely contradict what you claim. You allow him to adjust your body to his liking, as if you’re weightless and perfectly malleable.

“I cannot care about that when you’re here.” Despite your playful protests, his big arms wrapped around your thighs keep you secured to his chest. “Need to taste you,” he nearly whines, “Will you let me, Schatz?”

You’re reluctant, and your cheeks flare up. You really think he should rest, and you feel guilty for wanting more. But Goddamnit, he’s just so enticing when he begs.

“…Baby.”

“Please?”

Fuck. How could you say no to him?

You hold his eyes prisoner in your gaze for a few seconds, “thinking” before you nod dumbly, and he smiles. He turns his head to plaster lazy kisses all up the inside of your thigh, and then the other, and you’re already struggling to keep still. His soft lips that stay hidden for the majority of his life, on your body, dangerously close to where you needed them, him, the most. He knows he’s teasing you, and he’ll continue to act oblivious to it as long as he can get away with it.

You take his face in your hands, swiping over his eyebrow with your thumb, admiring his beauty and being. Just for existing, being as good as he is all around, and his every feature that came along to work so wonderfully together. How you managed to find each other, a miracle, and you’d never wish a single detail about it to be different, ever.

He soon has you hovering above his mouth, pulling your soaked panties to the side with two fingers and bringing you down with his other hand. His drowsy eyes stay on yours when he sticks his tongue out, hot and rough, and wastes no time in leaving a dragged out stripe along your cunt that had you moaning weakly and shakily. You jolt to try to escape the sudden stimulation, intrusion in your most reactive bits, and his heavy arms around your legs are quick to pull you back down, full weight and all. His eyes are sweet, purely innocent, like he’s not about to ravage you until you’re a shaking mess above him.

He needs this so bad, more than anyone will ever understand. He groans unashamedly as he tastes you for the first time in too long, savoring the flavor of your slick mixed with his cum that spreads so graciously across his palate. He sets a rhythm, pitifully hungry yet still tranquil as can be as he takes his time working through you. Hums and whines spilling from high in his throat, same as you as you watch from above.

His hand finds yours and your fingers interlock to rest on your thigh. He hits a particularly sensitive spot, neglected with his absence, and you squeeze his hand, head thrown backwards to look up at the ceiling. You’re squeezing his hand harder by the second, and it tells him everything he needs to know, how close you’re getting and what you need more and less of. He’s willing to go to any lengths to get you to cum in his mouth, use him to get off, God, please just do it, please.

Your mind is mush and you can’t think to do anything but let him have you, take care of you despite him being the one who should be taken care of because he just deserves it so much.

You’re soon cumming on his tongue as he holds you down onto him so lovingly, having you ride his face through your high. You’re so stimulated as all the breath from your lungs is ripped from your chest, core flexing and the muscles in your thighs hotter than the sloppy, open-mouth kisses he smothered your clit with. Your shoulders are slumped and then straight, and slumped again, and your eyes refuse to stay open with how heavy your head feels.

He moans as more of his cum is eased from your cunt with your own orgasm, licking it up clean like it’s his duty to do so. You taste of all things heaven, and he missed it so fucking bad while he was away, as did you. He’s drunk, and he can’t hold himself back from more and more consumption.

You try to pull away, you really do, but he’s far stronger and manages to keep you stuck to him. The change of pressure when you’re brought back down from when you somehow inch away is intense, sending a shock through your body that tells you, you must stay, no matter how hard it is. The overwhelming sensitivity quickly turns to your source of even more pleasure as his hot tongue works at your pussy, and you already feel the coil in your lower belly stretching to an unimaginable length and tension inside you once more.

He can’t stop. You just taste too good, and he’s full-on whimpering beneath you because helping you get you off is just as good as when you had his cock in your mouth, if not better. He wants to serve you until he drops, though he can’t help but feel like he’s only serving himself with the way he unconditionally wrecks and devours every bit of you with his lips and tongue and getting this much pleasure from it. He wants to die between your legs, and die a happy man he would.

Your grasp on his hand tightens as your third and final orgasm of the night strikes you without much warning, moans broken and muscles aching. You fight to hold yourself up even as you’re fully sat on his face, with his own arms to hold you still. Your legs are trembling around his head and shoulders, and he knows he did you justice, the idea enough to make his skull cave in on itself. Your mind is fully foggy as he guides you down to a calmer state, hands soothing over your thighs and calves.

You want nothing more than to curl up to his side and mess with his hair until you fall asleep, leave the mess for the next day you’ll be spending all with him, not a single other soul. You’re quick to move to sit back on his chest and you’re lucky he gives in, otherwise he’d have you like that above him for another hour. Your breathing is finally beginning to revert back to a somewhat normal rate, and you look down at him with a smile. His eyes are heavily-lidded and deep, and he’s got a great grin on his lips that is surrounded and garnished with the residual slick of yours and his ecstasy.

“God, I love you so much,” you pour out, and tears would be prickling at the corners of your eyes if you weren’t still so starstricken from sex.

He crumbles under your gaze and words, and he would blush if his cheeks weren’t already painted a bright pinkish shade. “I love you.”

You scoot down his body so that you’re laying on him, your head resting on his chest just underneath his chin. He wraps his big arms around your smaller body and embraces you in a hug, majorly one-sided as he squeezes you so unintentionally tight you can barely get your arms to his sides. You giggle against his chest, burying your face into the very man who’s pulling this reaction from you with his inadvertent tickling and teasing.

“You’re everything to me,” he says. He kisses the top of your head, and you finally manage to get your arms around him the best you can. “I don’t know what I would be without you, and I hope to never find out.”

He knows he’s going to wake up insanely sore with a stiff neck, but it’s all going to be alright because he’s finally with you.

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Meet Me At The Altar

AN: for those that don't know angst is my specialty so be prepared 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: Your dream wedding to the love of you life is quickly approaching and you couldn't be happier. Little did you know, Joe hasn't been completely honest with you and you get a lot more than you bargained for when it finally gets revealed

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You twirled around to show your mom, older sister, and best friend your wedding dress as final alterations would be made to make sure that it fit you perfectly. You were due to become Mrs. Joseph Lee Burrow in about another month or so and the closer you got to the wedding date, the more that reality was setting in. You had planned out your wedding with your big sister Marlene ever since you were eight years old while she was ten but swore up and down that she would never get married.

She claimed that boys were too much trouble and maybe she was right.

She had been married before.

And divorced before.

Twice by the age of twenty five.

But you always had hope, and sure enough your dreams came true when you had met Joe and he had swept you off your feet. No one could compare to him and you had even confessed to Marlene that you knew for a fact that he was going to propose to you.

Within three weeks of you telling her that, he did while on a trip for the two of you to the Bahamas.

The engagement would only last a total of eight months with the two of you wanting to walk down the aisle as soon as possible.

You looked over at all three of them to see them handing the box of kleenex to each other as tears brushed the corner of their eyes as they peered up at you.

“So, what do we think?” You asked them as your best friend and maid of honor Camille simply let out a sob.

“Umm, okay, so obviously Camille likes it. Just… girl…. Get yourself together. We have a month to go still. Now mom, Mar?”

“You look absolutely stunning and his jaw will hit the floor once he sees you.” Your mom said as she came over to you and grabbed your hand. She was proud that she raised two daughters who were successful and only wanted the best for the two of you.

“Gorgeous as ever, baby sister. He’s going to really love it. I’m so happy for you. Hopefully this is your first and last marriage. The last thing you want is to be like me and mess up not only once, but twice.”

“Mar, you simply learned a lesson from it. It’s not the fact that you messed up. You truly thought that the both of them were your forever, but it’s their loss anyway. I know how amazing my big sister is even if they don’t.” You said while smiling at her as she came to squeeze your other hand that wasn’t occupied by your mom.

“All they have to do is take in the back a little more and it’ll be a perfect fit.”

You had turned the key into your front door and was met with hearing the sound of the television from the living room. You figured that was where Joe was and you followed the sound to find him knocked out with your puppy Jonah that was a gift for you from Valentine’s Day earlier this year laying at his feet. You took the opportunity to hop into his lap while kissing his cheek. He woke up startled, but immediately relaxed as he saw that it was you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Mmm, when’d you get back, baby?”

“Just now, but you were too busy sleeping to hear me come in.”

“Did everything go okay with your fitting?” Joe asked as he was now massaging small circles along your back and kissed your forehead.

“Yes, and I’m so excited for you to see it. She has to take the back in a little bit at the top and it should be fine.”

“And it’s loose enough so….?”

“I’m not even showing yet so when we want to let everyone know we can, but for now it can stay between us.”

“But we have another month to go.”

“I promise that the design of the dress will make it very hard to tell if anyone is in there.” You said as Joe placed his left hand on your somewhat flat stomach before smiling at you.

“Can’t believe we’re going to be parents too. I couldn’t see myself doing this with anyone else.”

“Me either. Ever since that first date, I couldn't get away from you since.”

“Well, damn. You make it sound like I’m sort of a stalker.” Joe said and you simply laughed.

“You were very persistent I should say.”

“And being persistent led to me finding my wife.”

“And also led to you getting me pregnant.”

“Well it’s not like you exactly said no and you weren’t complaining when I had your legs on my shoulders.”

“Touche, Burrow.”

“Calling it like I see it, baby.”

As the wedding date got closer, you noticed how Joe seemed like he was distancing himself from you. You just assumed it was because he had a lot going on and wanted to get finished before the two of you walked down the aisle so that all of his focus would be on you and the little life growing inside you.

But maybe you were overreacting.

Then again, he would be waking up early and coming home later more frequently. He would always tell you the night before if that would be the case for the following day, however, he hadn’t been doing that either which left you confused.

You knew your fiance inside and out and knew that there was something off about him so you took it upon yourself to send him a text around 3 pm asking him what time you would expect him back home.

You- Joeyyyyy

He replied about seven minutes later.

Future Hubby- Yes, baby? You okay?

You- I’m fine, when should I expect you? I’m making food for us

Future Hubby- I’ll try to be back around 8 but no promises

You- I’ll expect you at 8 because your future wife hasn’t seen you all day and I miss you so make it happen

Future Hubby- Yes ma’am. You know you’re my priority. I’ll be there as soon as I can

You- Can’t wait

“Is that her again?” Marlene asked Joe as the two of them were tangled up in her white bedsheets with her laying her head on his chest.

“Yeah, it is. I promised her that I would be back by eight so I need to leave soon.”

“When are you going to leave her? You said that we would be together and you keep putting it off.”

“First of all Mar, I’m cheating on my soon to be wife with her older sister. It’s a little more complicated than that. And when the hell did I ever say that? I never planned on leaving her for you. Let’s be real.”

“How so? And you have said it..”

“Do you not care about your little sister’s feelings at all?” Joe questioned her and she immediately rolled her eyes.

“Well, do you? I see that you’re here in my bed and not at home with her so what does that tell you exactly?”

All Joe did was sigh.

“She’s pregnant Marlene. I’m not about to do that to her.”

“Just pay child support, she’ll be okay. And besides, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant too.”

Joe realized that he had only one month to go before he walked down the aisle to you, he wanted to spend as much time as he could with Marlene. The two of them had been sneaking behind your back for a while and as much as Joe was trying to cut it off, he didn’t have enough strength in him to do it. Something about her kept him wanting more and pulled him back in every single time.

The first encounter happened when she came over to the house, still distraught about her latest divorce being finalized. The two of them had been legally separated and Marlene wanted to see if they would be able to work things out, but it didn’t go like she wanted it to. She was looking for you, but Joe, seeing her so upset, invited her to come in and said that if he could help her in any way to tell him.

He helped her alright.

Making her cum over and over again in the bed that you two shared.

And you had no idea.

But why would you suspect anything?

She was your older sister, your ride or die, one of your best friends that you trusted with your life so why did she feel the need to go behind your back like this?

Truth be told, she didn’t know why.

You were her baby sister and she would murder anyone who caused or brought any harm towards you, yet she was the main one doing it.

When she thought about it, keeping it a secret from you was the best thing that they could possibly do, but secrets eventually get revealed and she knew that she wasn’t ready to face you. There was no excuse in the world that she could give to you that would make you forgive her and she knew that.

Joe was everything to you and oftentimes you would confide in her about him and about your relationship.

She had never seen you so happy and even though she was happy for you, she couldn’t help but to feel jealous also.

She had already been married and divorced twice.

When was it going to be her turn to feel an ounce of happiness?

Joe was silent for a few minutes while trying to get his thoughts together.

“When did you find out?” Joe asked as he hung his head in disbelief. He could hide a lot of things from you, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide an entire human.

“About two weeks ago.”

“How far along are you and are you keeping it?”

Marlene got a confused look on her face and couldn’t believe that he had just asked her that.

“Are you serious? Of course I’m keeping it. And I’m about a month and some change in.”

“And we’re going to explain this to your sister how? Especially if they look like me! And that means you’ll be due before her. Fuck!”

“So I’ll actually get to have your first born and not her. I thought that you would be a little more excited than this.”

“Move so I can get dressed.”

Joe was now sitting across from you eating his dinner in silence and you couldn’t take it anymore. He had been quiet since he had gotten back home, only barely kissing you on the cheek and nothing else. You could tell that something was bothering him and you were going to try your hardest to get it out of him.

“Babe?” You said, but was met with silence.

“Baby?”

Silence.

“Joe?”

Silence.

“Joey?”

Silence.

“JOSEPH!”

“HUH?! What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that I’ve been calling you for the last two minutes and all you’re doing over there is staring into space. Baby, what is wrong with you? You’ve been off for these last couple of weeks.”

“I’m sorry, I just…. I’m tired, that's all. Wedding planning is a lot but I wanted to make sure that everything was the way that you wanted.”

“But it’s your wedding too, not just mine.”

“I know, but you know I’ll always do anything that I can to see you smile. I just love you a whole lot and I don’t want you to ever forget that.”

“Why would I ever forget that? And I love you too, more than anything.”

“We never know what tomorrow might bring and you know I’m always going to tell you how much I love you every chance that I get.”

“Are you sure that there’s nothing else bothering you?” You asked, looking across the table at him concerned.

“No, I promise.”

“Okay, well I promised to call Mar before I went to sleep so I’m about to go and do that while you finish.”

“I got it, baby. Just go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

“Okay.” You got up from the table while putting your plate and glass in the sink before going over to Joe and leaning down to kiss him. He eagerly kissed you back and it almost seemed as if it was desperate.

Like you were going to disappear into thin air once he broke away from you.

“I love you and I’ll never get tired of saying that, you mean everything to me and I can’t wait to marry you.” You said while smiling at him and running a hand through his hair.

“I love you too and you know that no one else compares to you. Can’t wait to change your last name.”

All you did was smile in return before leaving the kitchen and making your way to your shared bedroom as Joe was trying to come to terms with the mess that he had now made. How could he go into your marriage with this hanging over his head? It was only a matter of time before Marlene said something and he felt as if he had to do it first.

But knowing this, you probably wouldn’t forgive him so the wedding would be off the table. But he knew that you were the one for him and that he didn’t want to marry anyone else. No one else compared to you and he was beside himself thinking about how he had been hurting you these last few months going behind your back with someone who is that close to you.

He didn’t know what to do and he obviously couldn’t tell anyone about it, so he had to come to a decision by himself.

And time was running out.

It was now two days before the wedding and Camille was trying to whisk you out the door since you would be staying with her until it was time to say ‘I do’. But you were too busy lip locking with Joe.

“Girl, will you come on?! You can have all the kisses you want from your man in two days because I promise you that he’s not going anywhere. JOSEPH! UNHAND HER NOW!”

“Camille, you have always been such a hater.” Joe responded before kissing the side of your mouth and finally letting you go.

“And I’ll be that because you are cutting into our quality girl time.”

All you did was laugh as Joe rolled his eyes.

“I guess I can let you go then. Less than 48 hours until we’re married.”

“I know and it just seems so surreal.”

“Can’t wait for you to meet me at the altar.” Joe whispered to you before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“And I’ll be the one in white.”

“Off-white, baby. Ain’t nothing virgin about your ass.”

“CAMILLE!”

“What? What did I say?”

Camille was now treating you to lunch at one of your favorite restaurants and she could tell that something was off and that you were deep in thought.

“I’ve known you since we were ten and I know you like the back of my hand. Spill it.”

“I…. Joe has been distant this past month and I don’t understand why.”

“Joe? Distant? Are we talking about the same person because? The one who was just all over you literally sucking your face off? That Joe?”

“Yeah, it’s weird. I kept asking him about it and all he said was that he was tired from all the things that we had to do for the wedding but it was weird. I could tell that he was hiding something because then he said something along the lines of for me to never forget how much he loves me and he’s always going to show that he does.”

“Hmm cold feet, you think?”

“No, that’s not it. But something is definitely off with him.”

“You’re probably thinking into this too much, babe. That man loves you and absolutely worships the ground that you walk on. Anytime you walk into a room, I swear his face lights up. He probably has wedding jitters. Everything is going to be fine.”

“You’re probably right, I just don’t want to lose him.”

“And you’re not going to. If he ever hurts you, you know me and Marlene will kick his ass. Now let’s go and get you married.”

“You look absolutely amazing.” You hear your mother say from behind you as she caught your eye in the mirror.

“Thank you, mom. Can’t wait for the rest of our lives together.” You said as you felt the tears coming on, but immediately heard Camille screech.

“NO! DO NOT CRY YET! YOU CAN ONLY CRY WHEN YOU SEE JOE! DO NOT MESS UP MY WORK WITH YOUR EMOTIONS! HOLD IN TOGETHER FOR ANOTHER TWO MINUTES.”

“Damn, who are you? The crying police?”

“I will stab you with my makeup brush, but I don’t think that your husband will appreciate that, but don’t push me Y/N!”

“Just for that I’m crying right when the music starts.”

“Make sure you don’t ugly cry. That won’t be cute for the wedding photos.”

Next thing you knew, it was time to walk down the aisle to your forever love.

With your arm locked with your fathers, you heard the wedding march and slowly began to make your ways towards Joe. When he looked up and saw you, his jaw immediately hit the floor. Once you finally reached him, your dad placed a kiss on your cheek before placing your hand in Joe’s who then brought it up to his lips to place a light kiss on it.

Even now with him standing in front of you, you could tell that something was off. You figured that it would have gone away by now, but something was wrong and today was going to be the day that you got it out of him and wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. The last thing that you wanted was for your marriage to start out with the two of you keeping secrets from each other.

But little did you know that he was about to tell you and that he was going to do it when you least expected it.

When it was time to say his vows, Joe looked at you and saw how you were looking up at him with so much admiration and he knew. He knew at that moment that he had to come clean and would deal with the consequences later.

As the preacher looked towards Joe for him to say ‘I do.’ he said something else instead.

“I… I can’t say that until I tell you something.”

Your cheeks started to get hot and your heart rate had increased. You looked up at him in a state of panic and rightfully so.

But then you heard Marlene’s voice behind you.

“He’s been sleeping with me for the last four months and got me pregnant.”

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delicatereader · 6 months

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No way! (part 4) - Anakin x reader

summary: you and Anakin finally give in

warnings: smut, name calling (sweetheart, baby)

a/n: guys the series is finally finished! this is my first try at like full on smut ik it's bad but I promise I'll be better in the future. If you have any requests pls do ask! lovee💞

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The party was weird, weirder than Stephen's usual ones. You and Harry were socialising but stuck together all night as planned. All of your friends were drunk, Ben was knocked out on the spot. You and Anakin were the most sober out of all of them, but you feel the drinks slowly kicking in as the party came to a conclusion. Harry and Eli said their goodbyes and left, and so did Gracie, Tay and Ethan. Ben was sleeping in Stephen's guest room. You and Anakin avoided each other, even though you caught glimpses of him staring into your soul during the festivities. Stephen had disappeared with a mystery girl in his room, so it was your responsibility to clean up.

You started to pick up used red cups next to the moonlit swimming pool as Anakin started to started to sweep up the glitter.

Suddenly you hear some thuds on the stairs, both of you turn your heads to see two girls, walking down the stairs. Their dresses and hair were messy, they carried their heels on their hands giggling. Stephen followed them with a smug grin on his face. Oh god not 3 of them!

"Hey! thanks for cleaning up"

Before you could respond he fell on the couch, falling asleep instantly. You hear Anakin's sigh turn into a laugh

"What?" you ask

"This is just great!" He shakes his head and drops the broom on the floor, bringing his hands to waist.

"What?" you repeat stepping closer to him concerned

"This!" he looks around

"We do this every party its not the first time" you reply

"No..."

"Then what?" you step closer

You could feel his breath on your skin this point, but he takes a step backwards.

"This" he waves his finger to the space between you. You step closer to him closing the gap, you know you shouldn't do this but you can't help it. You look up at him waiting for him to say something. Something, that changes you, your body, your mind, forever. He finally brings his gaze to yours, he looked genuine. Almost vulnerable.

"We can't" he says whispers still so close to you

"What if? just what if we can?" you mutter staring intensely at his lips, which were trying so hard to hold back from yours.

"Your going to regret this" he says shaking his head before bringing his lips to yours

"We'll see" you whisper whilst he you kissing passionately. His hands were intertwined in your hair and yours in his. As the kisses grew more stronger, he wraps your legs around his waist. You grab onto his shirt, suddenly your back hits a wall.

"Sorry" he mutters

"It's fine" you reply kissing his neck

"God y-you feel good"

You feel a scarlett flush invading your face, his face was already red from your kisses.

"You don't understand how long I've been wanting to-" he cuts himself off to place a kiss on your cheek

"Do-" he kisses your other cheek

"This" he's back to kissing your lips. His lips are so soft like his hands that are traveling along the exposed sides of your body. His chest was against your almost bare ones. His hands slowly reach towards the buckle of your overalls as he tries to make marks on your neck. You breath heavily under him, making sure he knows the impact he has on you.

He tilts his head back up to kiss you more. You took this as an opportunity to unbutton his shirt. Surprisingly, he helped you with it and instantly wasted no time to undo the buckle of your overalls on the other side, revealing your underwear. You start to kiss his shoulders leaving a very faint trail of light pink lipstick to his jaw

"Y/n!" he moans in desperatation

In seconds you saw your bra fall on the messy floor, but you were too busy with Anakin's neck to acknowledge it

"Why don't we go someplace more comfortable?" he laughs under his breath, carrying you to the closest empty bedroom whilst kissing you. You found his multi tasking very hot.

"God Ani! I n-need you" you whine getting comfortable in between the sheets

"Patience sweetheart" you could feel his smirk on your stomach. He slowly goes down your stomach and slides of your overalls.

"God you're so wet for me" he whispers kissing your inner thighs, just where you like it.

"Just do it" you mutter in pain

He doesn't hesitate to take your panties off to admire your entire beauty. He starts by kissing your clit slowly already causing a commotion for you. He slides his two fingers inside of you, making you lift your hips. He slowly starts to thrust them

"Oh god!"

He uses his tongue to rub the bundle of nerves slowly. He slowly picks his pace up and moans against your pussy.

"God y/n" he whimpers

"I-Im going to-" you feel yourself close to release, you spread your legs more in pleasure tilting your head up against the headboard

"Cum on my tongue baby, come on" he encourages still keep his fingers in motion.

You feel him pull out of you slowly. He brings his fingers to his mouth licking your cum.

"You taste sweet ,sweetheart" he says looking up at you with a smirk across his face

Before you could relax he takes his pants off and hovers over your body. "Ready for the real ride?" he says winking.

"Mhmm" you moan to reply

He starts kissing you again, this time harder. He bites your lower lip before he digs into your neck again. Your hands travel his back. He rubs his tip against your clit, teasing you and himself.

"Stop it Ani!" you whine wanting him in his full glory

"Ok you asked for it" he whispers slyly

"Oh you're so-" big. big that's what you were trying to say

"Just take it in" he mutters before kissing you softly

He starts to pick up a rhythm as he sees you getting more comfortable. His hands travel your chest whilst you grab his hair in desperation to hold onto something. He thrusts harder and harder

"Oh god!" you moan

All you get as a response was a whimper. He kisses your chin and moves his mouth up and down your neck. You could feel his heavy breath on you

"Oh god Ani! I'm gonna cum" you moan, pulling his hair

"Me too..." he mutters under his panting

He starts to slow down as you both finish

"That. Was. Amazing." you say under your shaking breath as he pull himself out of you and lays next to you

"I know right..." he drags with a grin on his face.

He lifts his hand and runs it through your messy hair, looking into your eyes with nothing but affection.

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svngiem-remade · 1 year

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ROOFTOP | bcn

🧸 pairing. bang chan + afab!reader

synopsis. you're slowly getting more and more desperate when you can't seem to find your pack of cigarettes anywhere— but once again, your coworker chan waltz's in and saves the day. gotta thank him for his services somehow, right?

🌙 wc. 1.7k | au. office!au; coworkers to fwb; smut

smut warning: public sexual intercourse, creampie, oral (m), deepthroating.

“I can’t fucking believe it—” you muttered as you rummaged through your bag and pockets, desperately in search of your pack of cigarettes— the one you were so sure you’d picked up from the coffee table right before rushing out of your apartment that morning. You clenched your jaw and took in a deep breath, angrily tossing your bag on the floor while dropping on one of the benches your employers had kindly thought of placing down on the building's rooftop, not without having to beg for them first.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back to rest it on the steel fence behind the bench, running a hand through your hair in frustration as the cold night air hit your figure, making you slightly tremble.

Your new boss had been a pain in the ass for the whole week— going around assigning random tasks to your team, yelling at you for the smallest mistakes and barely letting you finish your lunch and dinner before forcing you to go back to work, “I swear to God, I’m going to fucking quit this shithole.” you groaned, draping your arm over your eyes and bringing your knees against your chest, something you couldn't do down in the office as you were wearing a rather short skirt; but since you were literally up on the rooftop, which had no electricity system, and it was 9pm, pitch blackness surrounded you— the busy office buildings right in front of you could barely see you anyways.

As you tried to think of a solution, you finally narrowed it down to two options, which were to either sulk for the next two hours until you went home or beg the only coworker you knew was a smoker for one of his cigarettes. And, as if summoned by you, the nearby rooftop door opened wide, revealing your coworker’s figure, who looked around the dark rooftop with squinted eyes, not even stepping outside of the small room, “Looking for someone, Chan?” you inquired with a loud voice to grab his attention, tilting your head.

“AH! Fucking darkness!” he screamed and jumped back, making you chuckle as he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, taking a step closer and carefully closing the fire door behind him before quickly walking towards you. Your eyes followed him curiously, “I was looking for you, actually.” he stopped in front of your seated self, putting his hand in his pockets as he gazed behind your back at the bright and colorful nighttime skyline of Seoul.

You snickered and rolled your eyes, “Why? Is big boss summoning me?” you asked, stretching your arms.

He grinned, shaking his head as he pulled something out of his pocket, tossing it next to you, “I found this on your desk a few minutes ago, so I came here looking for you. I’ve never seen you leave your pack behind before.” Chan said, winking at you as he took out from his pocket a cigarette and lighter. You gasped.

“Oh my— Fuck me, thank you! I was about to cry, no joke! I thought I left it at home!” you rambled, looking up at him with a big smile, to which he responded with a chuckle, lighting his cigarette in silence. You immediately opened your pack and took out your own cigarette, putting it in between your lips and patting your pockets, looking for your lighter.

But today wasn't your day apparently, “Shit, my ligh—” you interrupted yourself, looking up at Chan, who was silently smoking in front of you. The way he licked his lips after every puff and threw his head back when blowing out a cloud of smoke, showing off his neck veins, made you unconsciously shuffle in your seat and rub your thighs against each other, “Uhm, could I use your lighter?” you shakily asked, wetting your own lips when he gazed down at you, a smug look on his face and a dark look in his eyes.

“Say please?” he smirked, leaning closer to you as his hot breath hit your cheek.

“Wha—” you felt wetness pooling on your panties, and by the way he gazed down at your thighs still rubbing against each other with a sly smirk, he also knew. “P-Please?” you whispered, looking in his eyes pleadingly. Wait, were you still talking about his lighter?

“Good girl.” he winked, leaning back to stand straight once again, taking the lighter out of his pocket and signaling you to put the cigarette back between your lips. You immediately obeyed, letting out a quiet, needy moan when he accidentally brushed his hand against your clothed nipple when he brought the lighter close to the tip of your cigarette.

You took a hold of his wrist, “Please.” you whined, looking at him with teary eyes as you removed the cigarette from between your lips, placing it down on your pack.

He clenched his jaw, “Please, what, Y/N?” he breathed out, feeling his cock twitch in his underwear.

“Please, let me thank you?” you looked up at him, gaze moving from his chocolate eyes to his plush lips, your free hand sneakily moving on top of his clothed bulge. It didn't take him long to vehemently nod.

And that’s what led you to the situation you were in— with your nails digging into Chan’s thick thighs as your mouth took his length whole, your teary eyes enjoying his pleasured features from below. “If I knew you were going to be this good at sucking dick, I would've fucked you long ago.” he moaned, his grip on your hair tightening to keep your head still as he continuously thrusted in and out of your mouth, your nose meeting his pelvis each time.

You hummed, the vibrations making his cock slightly twitch. He let out a grunt, fucking your mouth harder and faster, tears running down your cheeks from the abuse your throat was enduring as your cheeks flushed even more from arousal— two of your fingers sneaking under your skirt and pushing aside your underwear to play with your folds, which were absolutely drenched. You moaned, slipping a digit in your hole.

“Did I fucking tell you you could touch yourself?” he cupped your cheeks with his big hand, stilling his movements in your mouth, “Fingers out of your cunt, now.” he ordered, raising a questioning eyebrow when you still hadn't done what he’d said.

He shook his head and clicked his tongue, slipping his cock out of your mouth, rolling his eyes when you whined at the emptiness, “What? You’re acting like a brat, putting on a show like that. Give it to me then.” he nudged his head towards your sex, a big grin on his face.

It took you a few seconds to understand what he wanted, your fingers immediately slipping out of your hole when you did, “Yo-You want me to masturbate in front of you?” you nervously asked, gaze fixed on his red, curved tip, which was touching his sweaty stomach.

“You weren't so shy a few seconds ago while sucking me off.” he darkly chuckled, grazing his tip with his fingers as he looked you in the eyes, “Come on, wanna see how you pleasure your needy cunt before I fill you up.” he said lowly, sitting on the bench in front of the one you were sat on, manspreading as he wrapped his cock around his right hand, slowly fucking his fist.

You chewed your bottom lip, your cheeks heating up as your hand slid once again under your skirt, your thumb circling your clit slowly while two fingers went past your underwear and slid between your folds, making the most obscene squelching sound it’d ever made. You moaned, your half lidded eyes staring at him, at how he’d started fisting himself faster, at how low his grunts got as the seconds passed.

He widened his eyes when you grinned and opened your legs wide, moving your underwear aside and using your index and middle finger to spread your folds open for him to see your drenched hole better. He groaned when you teasingly circled your entrance before dipping three fingers in easily, immediately starting to thrust them in and out of you, never breaking eye contact as your pace fastened, his own matching with yours.

He wanted to see you fall apart, he wanted to see you play with yourself a bit more, but he was weak, too weak and horny for that, so, a second later, he was once again standing up in front of you. He clenched his jaw as he looked in your eyes, the still present veil of tears on your pupils, your quiet moans as you kept thrusting your fingers inside of you and the way your eyes rolled back when you hit your sweet spot made him lose it— and next thing you knew, his hands gripped you under your thighs while his girth slammed in and out if you, droplets of his own sweat dropping down on you with every thrust, as he slouched over your figure.

“F—Fuck.” you managed to mewl out, your hand grabbing the back of his neck for support as your other played with your nipple, incessant whimpers and cries leaving your lips, “Oh. My. God.”

His thrusts were frantic, quick. His breathy moans against your face, which was a few inches away from yours, as you looked in each other’s clouded with pleasure eyes, made your orgasm bubble up in your stomach faster, “C-Chan, God. I’m clo-ose.” you sobbed, closing your eyes, basking in the feeling of his veiny cock touching your every inch.

“Me t-too. Shit.” and he came, loads. The feeling of his warm seed filling you up to the brim made you feel dizzy, your pussy clench around his shaft as white pleasure took over your body. Your eyes squeezed shut as Chan helped you both ride out your highs, shallowly thrusting inside of you and leaving wet kisses and sucks on your neck.

You slowly opened your eyes and darkness filled your vision, the only thing you could make out were Chan’s soft locs of hair tickling your nose, aside from the fact that he was still buried inside of you.

“Round two?”

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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year

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HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU

A/N: i was summoned by @ava1107 and here i am with a third halloween fic, ofc this time DEVOTED to harryween (hehe, see what i did there?)

WORD COUNT: 1k

SUMMARY: You're hopelessly devoted to Harry's Danny costume.

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“This feels like those first look things at weddings,” you chuckle to yourself as you’re escorted to the green room, already dressed in your Harryween costume that turned out pretty good in your opinion.

Miss Congeniality was a movie that shaped you as a person growing up and you always wanted to go through a makeover like Sandra Bullock did in the story, so you just had to dress up as her. You have her long pink dress on with a high slit on your left leg that’s showing off the gun holster on your thigh, you’re rocking your black Doc Martens boots on your feet, a tiara on top of your head and you had a sash made that says Harryween that’s now crossing your body. You nailed the costume for sure.

Now you just want to see what Harry’s dressed as.

The two of you kept your costumes a secret all along and wanted to do a reveal to each other when you’re dressed already. Harryween is about an hour away from starting and you’re both dressed so it’s time for the first look.

“You guys might end up marrying at the end of the night, who knows,” Mitch chuckles under his breath. He’s not dressed yet, so he is not giving away what the group is wearing for the night. “Okay, stand here and close your eyes. We’ll bring him in.”

Nodding you close your eyes and wait for Harry to show up. You’ve been guessing in your head all week what he is gonna be, but you couldn’t tell for sure what he chose at last.

Humming to yourself you sway from left to right, blindly fixing your sash so it’s perfectly showing the writing on it. Then you hear them approaching, Harry’s voice hitting your ear before anything.

“… I swear if you make me trip!” he chuckles and Mitch just tells him to suck it up as he walks him into the room, probably blindly.

“There you are!” you smile, eyes still closed.

“Ah, it’s you! So Mitch didn’t walk me out in front of the fans to pull my pants down!” Harry jokes.

Mitch gently taps your shoulder and turns you to face Harry and when you both are settled, he steps back.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

You take a deep breath and do it.

And then your jaw drops onto the floor.

“Oh my God!” you gasp, taking him in, dressed as Danny Zuko. The hair, the clothes and the… eyeliner! He is wearing eyeliner!

You can’t stop yourself from stepping closer and touching him. You run your hands up his arms to his shoulders, taking in every tiny detail on him.

“Oh my God indeed!” he breathes out as he stares back at you in awe, his hands finding your waist. “This dress… you look amazing, babe.”

“Not as amazing as you. Look at your hair!” you point out and touch it gently so you don’t mess it up.

“Should I wear it every day?” he smirks cheekily.

“Can I pull it?” you murmur back.

“Alright, this is my clue to leave,” Mitch snaps and turning around he marches out of the room, leaving you alone as the two of you just laugh.

“So, you like it?” Harry asks and taking a step back he gives you a twirl so you can see the back too. Pulling the jacket off he shows you that Harryween is written on his shirt too.

“I love it, you look… God, I really want to have my way with you right now,” you groan in frustration.

“You like it that much?” he smirks as he pulls you back into his embrace.

“Absolutely. I can’t pinpoint what it is, but… I wish you didn’t have a show today so I could have you all to myself,” you sigh, linking your arms behind his neck.

“I know what it is about you,” he grins, peeking down at you. “This slit is very teasing.” To emphasize his words, he moves a hand to your thigh and runs it up until it’s under your dress, teasingly stroking the hem of your underwear.

“Okay, stop right there, because I’m moments away from tearing your clothes off,” you warn him, stealing a quick kiss before putting some space between the two of you.

You keep finding yourself staring at him before the show, he embodies Danny so well and sometimes you really need to clench your thighs at the sight of him. Then the show starts and the fans go absolutely crazy for him, but it’s no shock and you completely understand them. He lights the whole stage on fire, often imitating Danny’s iconic motions and you’re melting with the thousands of fans too.

You party through the concert as if it’s not your millionth time seeing him perform, but it’s special every time.

Then he spots the daddy sign and your mouth hangs open when he responds to it.

“He is insane,” you mumble under your breath as the screaming just keeps increasing.

He sings Love Of My Life, which always touches you and then it turns into Hopelessly Devoted To you. Something you felt coming, but it still hits you like a train.

Everyone loses it, including you. You sing along with him and the crowd that's just as obsessed with him as you are, only that you're the one he'll come home with at the end of the night. Your heart is beating wildly when he sings the high part and every time his eyes find you, spotting you with ease in the crowd, your knees go weak, proving that you’re still so desperately in love with this man. Or should you say... hopelessly devoted to him.

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