#or they'll moan her name

[lxnarphase]

❤︎ ━━ college!satoru, suguru, sukuna, and toji, all sending you dick print pictures, but use an unknown number and crop their upper bodies to make you guess who is who.

but, if you get it wrong over text? they'll just have to drag you to one of their dorms and help you learn.

with a simple black blindfold over your eyes, they playfully chide you. if you can't tell based on pictures, maybe you can figure it out after all of them fuck your mouth.

"let's see, pretty thing, if being in person will help you guess better." "that lil' mouth of yours should remember who fills it the best, yeah?" "d'aww, don't be mean! maybe she's just being a brat as an excuse to get her throat filled with cum!" "well, the slut is just gonna have to figure it out based off the taste of our cum. now hurry up, she's fucking drooling for it."

oh, poor thing...still can't tell? that's okay, even if they all know you're playing dumb with that cute fucking smirk on your face, they'll just have to fuck you until you really are dumb.

maybe then, you'll drop the act and moan out the right names.

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[reiderwriter]

Hello!I hope you are having a great day!I love LOVE your writing and I would like to request a fanfiction where the reader is Hotch's daughter who works at the bau and is in a secret relationship with spencer without her dad knowing.Spencer wants to tell the team but she is scared about how they'll react so they fight but during a case she gets kidnapped and the feelings are high,so spencer accidentally reveals the relationship.I would love if it ended in smut (possibly dom!spencer who is angry at her for being so reckless and risking her life like that) and maybe a lot of angst??Hotch could potentially be fuming but when they get her back he decides that he will let them be??I would like my emoji to be 🌼!Thank you in advance and if you write this I would absolutely LOVE to read it!🤍🤍

A/N: I love writing for a Hotchner Reader because the Hotch/Spencer parallels are so 😙👌 This was so fun to write!

Warnings: Smut/ Angst with a happy ending, Semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, case details, kidnapping, abuse, strangulation, mentions of child death/ allusions towards pedophilia etc, Hotch is a somewhat shitty/overprotective dad/boss.

Masterlist!

Falling back into a hotel bed that wasn't yours, you wrapped your legs around Spencer Reid as he furiously worked open the buttons of your shirt, his lips locked with yours in a furious exchange. 

“Spencer, Spencer, we can't-” You moaned as his lips fell down to your ear, a small tap to your thigh signalling that he wanted tour legs spread for him. Despite your vocal protests, you complied.

“Need to feel you,” he groaned, nipping and sucking his way down your chest as his big hands began pushing your skirt up and your panties down. 

“Spencer, someone will hear.” 

“I don't care who hears,” he whispered, finally ridding you of the last piece of material covering your wet sex. “I just want to make you feel good.”

His lips fell to your cunt, falling on your cunt as he began his ministrations. You loved this, the feeling of him near, his lips on you, his tongue teasing out whimper, then moan, then a scream of his name as you came undone on his lips. But that wasn't a chance you could take today. 

“He's in the next room, Spencer. Fuck, he's going to hear us.” 

You wouldn't push him off, enjoying too much the feeling of your building pleasure, so appealing to your boyfriend to do the right thing was your last resort as your hips bucked into his face, chasing your orgasm. 

He didn't stop, but held your hips down, thrusting his tongue in and out of you as his fingers came up to tease your clit. 

“Spencer, fuck-” you slapped a hand over your mouth as you shuddered below him, finally reaching your climax. 

Your hands fell limp as he worked you through the end of your orgasm before rising up to lay beside you on the bed. 

“I wish you wouldn't push it, Spencer. You're a dead man if he catches us like this.” 

“Hotch won't kill me just because I'm dating his daughter. I don't understand why you don't want to tell people.” 

You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. It was a conversation you'd been back and forward on a lot in the past six months. 

Dating a coworker was tricky, doubly so when your coworker’s boss - and your boss - was your overprotective father. Things only became more complicated when you factored in a ten year age gap and the fact that your father refused to view you as an adult, even when you were a fully qualified member of his own team. 

You'd had to fight for acceptance into the FBI and go above him to get the job on his team, a decision that he still berated you for to this day. But you'd had enough of him shielding you from reality, and it was a step you needed to take. 

Falling in love with Spencer Reid, though, that was just pure bad luck. 

You weren't sure how it had taken you until joining the team to meet the man, but you sure were glad he hadn't been introduced earlier. You'd joined the team at 24, having been in grad school until your FBI Academy application was approved, and somehow in the 10 years before that Spencer had worked under your father, you'd never crossed paths.

Of course, you knew who he was before that from context and conversations with your father, and of course, he figured out who you were quickly based on the many arguments you'd had in Hotch’s office. But that hadn't stopped you from repeatedly falling into his bed month after month, and then falling in love with him. 

Your relationship was more than the sex, but it was also a lot of sex. From the stories you'd heard, and from the look of him, you'd assumed that Spencer was a delicate little flower, an innocent in the bedroom as much as any 34 year old man could be. 

And then you'd both been offered spiked drinks at a holiday party courtesy of Penelope Garcia, and he'd proved you deliriously wrong. He'd been hooked from then on, and after waking up awkwardly in his bed the next morning to two cups of coffee and a spread of breakfast pastries he'd gone out to specifically pick up for you, you'd been hooked on him as well. 

The only problem was Hotch. 

You certainly weren't winning any daughter of the year awards already with the stunt you pulled to get on the BAU, but you didn't want to be completely and totally disowned just yet. 

“Hotch won't kill you for dating his daughter, you're right,” you mumbled back to Spencer rolling yourself back on top of him and pinning his arms down so his fingers couldn't tease you any further. 

“Thank you, now if you trust me, I've ran like four different scenarios in my head so-” 

“He'd definitely fire us both, though. And that's worse than death.”

“Y/N….” 

“Tell me I'm wrong, please. Back up your findings with empirical evidence. He doesn't want me on the team, Spencer. He doesn't even want me in the FBI. I think he'd be happy enough to ship me out of the country, too, if that helped.”

Spencer sighed and tugged your hair behind your ear as he gestured for you to sit up. 

“I know it's scary. But I love you. I don't care about the consequences because I'll still love you before and after telling him.”

“And during?” 

“I might freak out a bit, but deep down, the love will be there still.”

You hit him with a pillow and climbed off the bed. 

“Okay, get out now. I'll think about it but you really can't stay here tonight.” He nodded, grabbing his things and pulling his clothes back into place. 

“So, like we're totally done for tonight? Nothing else.”

“Spencer! Out!” You whisper-shouted the words and watched him turn your door handle as slowly as possible before he waved his goodbye and left your room. 

12 hours later, you were once again getting frustrated with Spencer Reid. And Aaron Hotchner. They may soon be enemies, but goddamn they were perfect for each other in some ways. 

“Hotch, you can't just give me nothing to do. Send me to the morgue with Rossi, or let me interview family members with Tara. I'm a member of this team, too, so let me do my job.” 

“You'll do well to remember that I'm your boss, Y/N.”

“You're acting more like my dad right now. A boss would utilize his team members.” 

You'd been stuck in this stale mate since the morning, and Reid hadn't helped at all. When giving out assignments that morning, you'd not been notably left out of crime scene investigation, suspect interrogation, and anything helpful. Reid usually asked for your assistance at times like these, but he was finally putting his money where his mouth was and keeping distance from you in the office.

So far, you'd ran coffees back and forth between the kitchen and work room and had been communicating back and forth with JJ and Derek in the field and Garcia back at Quantico. 

You'd been, for lack of better comparison, relegated to receptionist. 

“At least let me work on the geographical profile with Reid-” 

“Absolutely not.” 

You stiffened at the reaction, wondering just exactly why he would react so strongly. Spencer had snuck in a few secret kisses here and there this morning, though you'd been sure that you'd had no witnesses. 

“Why not?” 

“I don't want you to distract him.”

Bile settled in the back of your throat as you tried your best to bite your tongue and keep the bitter words in. 

“You know, sometimes, Dad, it feels like you love everyone on this team more than you love me.” 

He locked eyes with you quickly, but he glance was dismissive and stern, almost as if he was asking you ‘seriously.’ 

You turned on your heels and began to walk out before he called out from behind you again. 

“Y/N,” you stopped despite yourself. 

“Leave the gun and badge on the desk. We'll discuss this after the case is closed.”

You almost laughed. You almost blurted out your relationship with Spencer just to spite him. You followed his order and took yourself out of the office for some fresh air, finally giving him what he wanted. 

An hour of aimlessly wandering down the street, and you turned into a run-down park. 16 missed calls from Spencer and other members of the team, who'd no doubt watched you turn in your badge. 

Garcia had even called a few times, and you felt guilty for not forwarding her calls somewhere else, knowing she'd probably have key case information for someone. 

But you just couldn't handle it anymore, so you switched it off, pushed it back into your pocket, and kept walking. 

It was two more blocks before the man following you pushed a soaked rag over your mouth and nose and pushed your unconscious body into the back of a waiting van. 

×××××

Two hours of near constant complaining to Hotch had gotten Spencer nowhere in his demands to know just where you went. 

He'd called you 36 times since Hotch had told him you'd left, and he hadn't stopped freaking out since. 

“But where did she go?” 

“I sent her back to the motel.” 

“All of our cars, bar the one JJ and Morgan took to the crime scene, are outside and accounted for. The motel is a 34-minute drive away. It'll take her 5 hours on foot through our unsubs hunting grounds, and I'm not sure if you've noticed, but she matches the victim profile we just gave. Where is she?” 

A muscle in Hotch's jaw twitched, but neither of them moved, eyes locked in battle to see who would back down first.

A call from Penelope ended whatever disaster was storming between them. 

“Hotch hey, I can't get in contact with mini-Hotch, so here I am. Morgan called earlier from the crime scene. From the way they're posed, he said they could be possible stand-ins for a lost child  a daughter or a sister, so I cross checked the ownership of the vehicles that run with the tires we found prints of at the scene, and I got a name. Like one.”

“Great work, Penelope, send it over.” 

Hotch dropped the call and looked back up at Spencer, readying himself to give orders and push the issue. 

Again, their standoff was interrupted. 

“Hotch,” JJ rushed in, carrying a radio dispatcher, face white, and filled with worry. “You need to hear this.”

“Witness reported an abduction on East and 7th, patrol surveyed the scene and found a cellphone. Identifying information suggests it belongs to a Y/N Hotchner. We're bringing it into the stat-” 

Hotch stood so fast his chair almost crashed to the floor. He stood so fast that he barely had time to dodge the lunge Spencer took in his direction, fist pulled back. It would connect, given the chance  he knew it would. He'd been the one to teach Spencer to throw a punch in the first place. 

Morgan insinuated himself between the two men before, and blood could be shed, quickly pulling Spencer back as Rossi, too, rushed into the room to diffuse the situation. 

“One hour. I've been asking you for one hour where she went, and you wouldn't answer me. You made her leave her gun behind.” 

It wasn't exactly a shout, but there was something broken in his voice, as of his mouth had filled with blood and he could only spit hate at a man who'd been a mentor to him until seconds before. 

“If she's hurt- fuck, if even a hair on her head is out of place, I'll-” 

“What, Spencer? What will you do? She's my daughter. What could you do that-”

“She's my girlfriend! She's my girlfriend, she's the love of my life. God, I want to marry her, I have the ring, I have the proposal planned, all that was left was telling you and then asking her, but you've been such a dick to her about this job, and about cases, and God knows what else, that she doesn't want to say anything to you, and now you've driven her away and she's fucking gone. And she could be hurt or in danger or d-de…” 

He crumpled to the floor, Morgan still holding him as his legs gave way beneath him. 

Nobody moved for what felt like hours, still in their grief, shock, some just nervous to see what would happen next. 

“You've been in this situation before, Hotch. So have I. It's …. It hasn't ended well for us before.” 

The words were so final, so defeated that they sucked the air out of the room.

“Morgan,” Hotch started quietly, eyes still locked with Reid's, still staring down the reflection of his own despair.

“Get Garcia back on the line, I want confirmation that the vehicle that picked Y/N up is the same one that our unsub has been using to set up crime scenes. See if she can lift a name and an address. Rossi, if he's skilled enough to pick up an FBI Agent unaware, we need a SWAT team, get one on standby.”

Slowly growing in volume, he continued, as the room started moving at his signal. 

“JJ, Tara, take over where Reid left off with the geographical profile. Look at Y/N's last known location and how far a car could've gotten in the last 24 minutes.” 

He paused again, staring Reid down. 

“Reid, you're with me.” 

xxxxx

It took you a few seconds to gain a sense of your surroundings when you came to. Partially because of the drug induced migraine splitting your head, and partially because of the mess of ribbons and stuffed toys you'd woken up in. 

A change of clothes, and hands tied to what seemed to be a children's bed and you felt so grossly vulnerable your body shook with a few harsh sobs before you regained your composure and remembered your training. 

The knots on the rope holding your hands were tight. There wasn't much room to move with them pinned above your head, but you recognised them as naval knots. Your unsub had experience at sea, recreational or professional you'd yet to determine. 

Looking around again, you looked for entries and exits, wanting to know how the unsub would come in again and how you could get out. 

There were no windows, but a set of stairs leading up towards a solid door told you that you'd been locked inside a basement. A basement decorated similarly to a child's bedroom. 

Dimly lit by a mass of fairy lights, the room seemed covered head to toe in teddy bears, dolls, and children's books, a sturdy handmade doll’s house standing in the corner of the room. 

Faintly, you heard the creaking of floorboards above you before the handle of the basement door rattled and more light poured in. 

“I bought you breakfast, cupcake.” 

There was no time to feign unconsciousness again as your captor finally came into view. 

He was older than middle-aged, slightly wider around the midsection than you assumed he'd been in his youth. His hair was closely cropped and laid neatly, leading you to suspect he was former military. 

“Oh, good, you're awake. What do you want to do today, cupcake? Daddy has some time off now, I can play with you all you want.” 

You moved slowly, pushing yourself up to a seated position so you could bend your arms a bit. But you didn't look away, needing to keep him in your line of sight the entire time.

“Where am I?” You asked slowly, trying to keep your voice steady. 

“Wow, you must've had a deep sleep cupcake. You're in your bedroom, silly!”

The man's sprightly tone was disconcerting, and you could see a muscle in his forehead twitch slightly as you spoke. 

“O-of course. My mistake. Maybe I'm just still tired.”

He laid the tray on the bedside table and sat on the bed next to you. You tried your best not to shy from his touch as he stroked your hair, but every muscle in your body tensed and pulled from him reflexively. 

A quick glance to the tray and you saw the food he'd brought you was a small cup of pills and a glass of water to rinse them down with. 

If he noticed your flinch, he said nothing, grabbing a hairbrush from the nightstand and beginning to comb through your hair slowly and deliberately, taking care like one would a daughter. 

“Daddy,” you took a chance, recalling the name he'd given himself earlier. “Can we play outside today? I want to go to the park.” 

He stopped moving, and you held your breath as his smile dropped. 

“No, sweetie. You know we don't go to parks.” 

“Why not? I really want to play there, Daddy, please!”

In seconds, his hands wrapped around your throat as he pushed you back down into the bed, holding you there with his tight, suffocating grip. 

“Shut the fuck up you little slut. I said we don't go to parks, you listen. I am your father, you are not being taken by one of those sick freaks again.” 

He released you as quick as he grabbed you and stood up, pacing as he attempted to regain composure. 

“You can draw or we can have a tea party but you know we can't go out. You know that cupcake, I've told you so many times.” 

He grabbed at his hair, pulling it from its carefully styled arrangement into a mess, his fingers leaving red marks against his white skin as he pushed and pulled his head. 

He breathed deeply, and you sat up, trying to regain your composure as you watched him lose his. 

“What was her name?” You whispered, half hoping he would hear you, half praying that he'd ignore you for the sake of his fantasy. 

“W-What?” 

“Your daughter. What was her name?” 

He focused on you again, but his hands - hands that you knew could and would choke the life out of you if you did something wrong again - his hands were shaking. 

You heard the floorboards creaking upstairs and decided to push your questioning, hoping it meant what you thought it did. 

“Why are you saying it like that, ‘was?’ Is. Her name is, your name is Laura, and you're my little cupcake.” 

“What happened to her?” You filled your voice with as much sympathy and understanding as you could muster, one eye on the basement door that was being slowly pushed open. One look at Morgan at the top of the stairs had your heart rate slowing to a calmer speed. You locked eyes with him for a second, halting him, and he nodded, waiting for your signal. 

“You, you're my cupcake, you look just like… She should look just like you.” 

The man sat on the bed again, stroking a hair out of your eye as his filled with tears. 

“Fifteen years. I looked for her for fifteen years, you know. If I hadn't taken her to that park-” 

“That must have been hard.” 

He nodded as he broke down in silent sobs. 

“They said… they said she probably died a day or two after we lost her. When they found her, she was…” he rested his head on your shoulder, let him cling to you as he mourned his daughter. 

“We couldn't identify her, but she had that teddy with her. The teddy with the cupcake in its hands. She never went anywhere without it. So we…we knew.

You looked at Morgan as he slowly made his descent into the room, closely followed by JJ. 

The man looked up into your eyes again, wiping the tears from his face. 

“She was only 8.” He looked defeated, and your heart broke for him, even as you wished to get as far away from him as you could physically muster. 

Morgan pulled him up and away from you as he secured the man with handcuffs, but his eyes remained locked on you. 

JJ untied you and guided you out, but you felt his gaze bite into you ever after you'd left the basement. 

As soon as you were above ground, you let your body divest itself of adrenaline, your legs buckling as JJ tried to catch you. Another set of arms was quicker, though, and you didn't even register Spencer's arrival before burying your head in his chest and letting your sobs escape you. 

He guided you to your feet and walked you out to the ambulance, his arms protectively wrapped around you, his lips peppering kisses along your hairline and forehead, anywhere he could reach. In moments, you were bundled into the ambulance, and three gentle voices were trying to calm you, to pry you away from your comfort doll.

You wondered if you'd die like the unsubs daughter had, if they'd find you clinging to Spencer the way she had to her teddy bear.

“Y/N,” your father's deep voice was clear and smooth, the only thing that was cutting through the wretched moment of pain you were enduring. 

You remembered yourself again, relinquishing your grip on Spencer and wiping the tears from your face as you finally looked towards Aaron Hotchner. 

The paramedics took their chance and began checking your vitals, working around you in a hurry. 

“Dad, I'm sorry, I was walking and didn't notice that he was behind me, I should've been more careful-”

“Y/N, it’s okay. You're okay now.” 

You nodded as he came closer. You ignored the tears in his eyes, trying not to break down again. It had been an age since you'd last witnessed him cry, at another crime scene with another family member and another unsub. You couldn't think about how close you'd come to making him relive his worst nightmare. 

Spencer's hand was still firm in yours, and you held it like a lifeline, though you were sure your nails had to be cutting him by now. It took another moment to register that he was holding onto you just as hard, that he was unmoving, still where he was usually a series of compulsive moments, tapping, hand wringing, fists clenching and releasing. 

You glanced between the men, who had now become quiet as they surveyed you, and noticed the tension. Before you could say anything, though, the paramedics took over. 

“We're going to get you to the hospital now, Agent, one coworker can accompany you in the vehicle, preferably one with knowledge of your medical history.”

Both men immediately moved forward again, as if ready to jump into the van, before turning again to each other. 

“Shit,” you mumbled to yourself just as the buzzing in your head from the migraine grew louder. 

“Y/N, it's your choice. Who do you want to come?” Spencer said gently, his body still stiff with worry. 

“I'm her father. This isn't a question of who she likes better.”

“I have her medical records memorized, and I have more knowledge about the drugs the unsub gave her, but Y/N can choose for herself because she is a grown woman.”

You sighed and dropped the man's hand as the medics ushered you into the van fully, but the men were fully absorbed in their fight for dominance that they barely registered it. 

“JJ. JJ is coming with me,” You could see both of them turn back to you to argue, but you continued before they could. “Because I am a grown adult who knows her own medical history, and I don't need my father and my… coworker having territory wars over my wellbeing.” 

And possibly because she'd be the least awkward option to answer the questions about sexual activity and possibility of pregnancy around, but you really did not need to vocalize that. 

“Right now, I'm just a victim you've saved. Go and do your jobs and meet me at the hospital later because I am not doing overtime completing paperwork while on suspension.” 

JJ climbed up into the ambulance and the doors shut, letting you finally get a few moments peace as it began slowly making its way to whatever hospital was closest. 

“He knows, right?” You asked, covering your eyes with your hands as you braved for the answer. 

“Hotch? You could say that he figured it out.” 

“That bad?” 

“Spencer threw a punch at him. He tried to at least.” 

“What?!” Your body shot up, but the paramedic gently forced you back into a laid position, giving you a warning look to stay put as she checked your blood pressure. 

“Don't be too hard on him, Y/N. He thought he was going to lose you. They both did. I don't think either of them would survive it happening again.” 

The guilt hit you right in the chest as you nodded and dropped the conversation. 

“Maybe I should've let Spencer come with me.” 

“Why?” JJ asked, not offended bit curious. 

“Because I'm not entirely sure my father won't throw that punch back at him now he knows I'm okay. It's hard being in a relationship if one of you is dead.” 

The older woman chuckled slightly, and you settled back down, letting the car movements rock you into sleep. 

xxxxx

A few hours later and some quietly bickering voices pulled you from the rest you'd so sorely needed. Without even opening your eyes, you knew they'd both subtly scrambled to your bed to make sure you were comfortable. 

“What are you talking about?” You asked, wiping your eyes carefully as you tried to sit up, arms still aching from being tied up. 

“Oh shit-” you exclaimed after seeing your boyfriends freshly split lip. 

“Dad, what the fuck?” 

“Y/N, it's fine. It doesn't hurt.” 

“Aaron Hotchner, do you have nothing to say for yourself?” You tried to put all of tour anger into the words as you said them, bit he looked at you again with his straight face, and you crumpled under the pressure. 

“I won't…I'm not going to object. I just ask you to keep your private life separate from your work.” 

“And you're going to punch my boyfriend while I'm unconscious, so I can't defend him.” 

“I'm still your father, and he deserved it.” 

You looked back over to Spencer, who was quite notably not meeting your eyes. 

“Do I want to know?” 

“I'm leaving now. Jack will be here soon. He wants to check on you now that school is over. We told him you were hurt trying to save a sick man.” 

“Thank you, dad.” 

He nodded at you and left you alone in your hospital room with Spencer. 

“Why did you deserve it?” You whisper shouted the moment you assumed he was out of earshot. 

“The doctor came in and asked about some old bruises on your upper thighs. And ass. And chest. I had to admit they weren't sustained during the kidnapping, and Hotch wasn't pleased.” 

You huffed out a sound halfway between incredulous and a strangled moan of shame as you curcled yourself up into a ball and tried your best to die. 

“Great. Wonderful.”

“If it makes you feel any better, he thought it was signs of domestic violence and not just rough...sex.” 

“Yes, Spencer, that makes me feel entirely more comfortable with the situation.” 

Registering the sarcasm in your voice, he quieted down again, settling into the chair by your bedside and grabbing your hand. 

You sat silently together for a few minutes before either of you said anything. 

“I'm sorry. I know you didn't want him to find out.” 

“Spencer, you don't have to apologise. All things considered, this is possibly the best way he could've found out.”

“My busted lip suggests otherwise, I think.” 

“And a whole lot more would've been busted if he caught us any other time. Besides, I already lost my job, so there's not much else at stake anymore.” 

The words stung you as you said them, but you did still feel the weight of your dismissal in your chest, spreading miserably through your bones. 

“Does your head still hurt?”

“Not really, why?”

“You're not as perceptive as you usually are.”

You shot him a confused look as he smiled softly down at you, offering a nod towards the small coffee table under the window of your hospital room. 

There on your table sat your creds and your gun. The silent acknowledgement you'd been waiting for from your father. 

Spencer sat by you as you did your best to hold off the tears. He let you pretend there was something in your eye, let you wonder if your eyes had become watery because of dust from the basement. He quietly held your hand as you grinned and grinned until you pulled him in for a kiss and held him close to you. 

His lips were soft as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of you even as he tried to hold himself up and off you so he didn't hurt you. 

“You know,” you said, punctuating each word with another sweet kiss. “This means- that- you're- stuck- with- me.” 

He laughed into your final kiss, finally pulling back for more air, studying your face as if he were trying to memorize it. 

“That was never the issue.” 

“Oh really, and what was?”

He kissed your again, slow and deep this time, taking his time working his hands down from your hair to your neck to cup your face so you were opened up to him, letting his lips and tongue explore everything he wanted to. He pulled away eventually and instinctively your lips tried to chase his, even as he pulled out of reach. 

“Making sure you stayed by my side.” 

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[jaylaxies]

innocently*** asking bf hee what his favorite part of your body is and he says your thighs, because "they're soft and squishy"

but rlly he loves how his dick slips right through them when he's fucking your thighs, your tiny whimpers and whines filling his ears

later on in the night when hee has you under him and he's eating you out-the feeling of your cute thighs wrapped around him made him feel like he was in heaven, hungrily eating you out until your small whines became loud moans of his name

his hands grabbing at your thighs and whenever he pulled away for a breath he gave you big bites on your inner thigh, decorating them with his teeth marks until he was satisfied

"i love your thighs, they're cute and soft. kinda wanna feel them around my neck" - if you get it??

he would probably get comfy between your thighs during cuddle sessions-knowing what they'll turn into-his head on your tummy innocently at first but then he starts squeezing your thighs and sliding down to get his taste of your honey ..!

his head between your thighs, the soft flesh rubbing against the sides of his face while your hands were in his hair, whining and pushing his head deeper.

like i totally feel like hee would take pictures of you in a skirt, obv disguising the pictures he takes as cute outfit pics but rlly he zooms into your thighs and when you're not their he thrusts into his hand imagining your thighs were wrapped around him

and would 'accidentally' be doing it on your bed so when you get home you see his cum stain on your pillow or sheet/or sometimes he would use your panties

AND DEFINITELY leave his mess for you to see, your cute little panties covered with his cum.. and when you come to him holding the panties he made a mess on-whining at him he laughs and asks if you want him to finish on your face instead ><

"what? is baby jealous of her panties? c'mere i'll make sure you get some too," and then he fucks your face nicely and when he's gonna cum he pulls out and rubs his tip against your cheeks and lips, covering your cute face in his cum <3

new anon !! ^^

he’d absolutely love to see you looking up at him all dazed, letting him do whatever he wants to you, cause you’re his good fucking doll, letting him use your thighs whenever he’s stressed, letting him eat you out so messily you squirt all over and make him smirk with how beautifully your body reacts to him, he’d eat you out for hours and hours, doesn’t matter if you’re overstimulated, he’s gotta have your cunt all to himself, almost as if your cunt is a drug and he’s addicted to it <3

#[🍪] : anons #anonnie oh god this is insanely good #please tell me you have a blog and you write cause #wow #enhypen smut

[jinnirev]

thinking abt how it'd be like to have 8 possessive men obsess over their 9th member

☆ pairing: ot8!skz x f!reader

☆ T/W: vaginal penetration, anal, double penetration, breeding kink, size kink, oral sex, degradation kink, dacryphilia, gang bang, hand jobs

🔞 nsfw under the cut!

just thinking about how they refuse to have sex with you in the dorm mainly because they know they'll get jealous.

chan who would let his anger out onto your body by pounding into your tight little cunt. passionately kissing you and rubbing your swollen clit. he also makes sure to cum deep inside you so that the rest of the boys know that he thoroughly bred you.

leeknow who gets so jealous when he sees you with someone else, he pulls you aside and into the nearest bathroom to fuck you good. just to remind you how good his cock is and how good he can destroy your pussy. you always end up walking with a limp after he's done with you.

changbin who hates it when you talk about other male idols, so every time you bring up one of them he decides to fuck your mouth. keeping your little mouth shut. his cock is also so so thick so you struggle so much with keeping your jaw wide open for him. but it's okay because he rewards you by kissing you after he cums down your throat.

hyunjin who would outright ask you who you think can eat you out the best. you know damn well that if you said anyone other than him, he would be mad. so that was exactly what you did. he ended up fucking you into your mattress. yup, you got fucked so good, you could only moan his name.

jisung who has an obsession with your pussy and your ass. he can literally spend hours just licking at your poor, overstimulated cunt and then proceed to finger your asshole because and I quote, "you have two holes, might as well put them to good use."

felix who is so sweet yet so possessive of you. the moment he sees someone else's cum dripping out of your pussy, he immediately cleand it all out of you basically licking it all up to make sure that only his cum ends up in your cunt.

seungmin who is cant stand it when another man's cum is in your pussy. during a concert sound check, after minho fucked you silly, seungmin saw you wobbling out of the closet with minho's cum dripping down your thighs. (minho stole your panties and you were wearing skirt) seungmin immediately pulls you back into the supply closet despite you whining, urging minho to "get lost so i can fuck her till she can't walk". and he did that.

jeongin who has the highest sex drive out of all the members. everyone adores him so he somehow manages to get to fuck you the most. and he is so so sweet when he fucks you, always whimpering into your ear about how tight you feel around him and how good you make him feel.

but just because they get jealous easily doesn't mean it stops them from threesomes, foursomes, or even a gang bang.

chan and changbin absolutely adores it when you struggle to fit both their dicks into your tiny little pussy. they always spoil the hell out of you when they fuck you together. you end up so so cockdrunk every time after they're done with you, and their aftercare is always so sweet!

leeknow and seungmin are the ultimate brat taming pair. so whenever you're getting out of line, they always make sure they put you back in your place. minho would be slamming his cock into your abused cunt while seungmin would be fucking your face into oblivion.

jisung and felix, who everyone believes are the sunshine twins would probably assume that they're the sweetest in bed. but oh no, they're dead wrong. these two boys will be the meanest out of all the members, they get such a kick from calling you their filthy slut. and it gets even better when they see tears forming and rolling down your pretty face. but no matter how mean they are, they always end up kissing your tears away, before fucking you stupid.

hyunjin and jeongin are probably the most gentle when they're in a good mood. hyunjin likes to teach innie and show him what you like the most, and innie gets all sulky because he already knows all this, he knows jinnie was just trying to spend more time playing with your pretty pussy. of course, being the sweet girl you are, you make sure that they both get to use your holes. so double penetration is usual when it comes to these two boys. they would both fight over who would get your pussy and it would end up with a game of scissors paper stone, and the winner gets to fuck your pussy 💀 hyunjin lost

all 8 of them rarely participate in gang bangs, and when they do, it was mainly just a whole lot of begging from your end. but when they did, they realised how hot it truly was, watching you take 8 cocks at once. jeongin was laying on the bed, his cock deep inside your ass. while chan has his fat cock buried deep in your pussy, bouncing you up and down on both their cocks.

and of course let's not forget about the rest of the boys, you would take turns sucking them off, using both your hands to jerk off the cocks when your mouth was stuffed full. that night ended with you having multiple loads stuffed up both your holes, cum all over your tits, stomach, face, basically everywhere. God, all of them had to takepictures of you laying there.

#skz hard hours #skz smut #straykids smut #bangchan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #jisung smut

[yandere-sins]

Do you think the miya twins would ever "mess around" with their darling at the same time? Ik they usually don't touch her like that unless they have her to themselves. Idk, I think it'd be fun to have the two crazies fighting over her as they have sex.

Oh yeah, totally!

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

Osamu is gracious, almost lenient. He knows Atsumu needs his alone time with you after a hard day of training, to celebrate his victory, or to just shut him up for a while. Having you bounce on his cock until he's satisfied is sure to knock Atsumu out for a while, as he'll be sleeping like a baby after a good fuck. And, to be honest, Osamu doesn't always want to deal with his brother's whining because you moaned the "wrong" name or because you've been kissing Osamu for too long. He just wants to be concentrating on your and his pleasure, knowing his brother can get off just fine by slamming into you but Osamu likes taking his sweet time. Also, Osamu is fully aware that his presence and extra stimulation could overwhelm you (although he enjoys that).

Regardless, that means he'll be the one to back off 7 out of 10 times, whisking you away after Atsumu is done for some fun in the bathtub and to help clean you up. Or he enjoys the rare time he has alone with you, bending you over the kitchen counter or taking you into the twin's room for somewhere more comfortable. There's also the delayed gratification in listening to your moans coming from the other room while he's cooking, his cock throbbing and waiting for his own chance of release that Osamu so likes. And he really likes being the one to pick up the you in pieces that Atsumu leaves behind, making sure you know he's the one to rely on in this weird relationship.

But there are times it can't be helped. I mean, look at you; how can anyone resist you?!

Surely not those two!

It's mostly when Osamu and you are getting frisky, and Atsumu comes home too early and catches you. He really has no shame, and there will be an unoccupied spot he can squeeze himself into. There's so much excitement in his eyes when he sees you, already hot and heavy, dazed, crying, or otherwise deliciously pleasured, and he can't help himself from asking you if you're enjoying his brother's dick and if you want to feel even better. He'll be so vocal about how pretty you are and how well you are taking Osamu's cock. How you'll be able to fit one more and take Atsumu as well, looking absolutely brilliant like this. If your mouth isn't occupied, Atsumu will make you tell him all about how you're feeling, asking you to say where his brother is making you feel good and apply some more stimulation that Osamu might have missed. Atsumu is always a little rougher with you, but he knows where to twist and pull to make your back arch, and he's the best when it comes to praising and degrading you, depending on what you need at that moment. And he knows. He always knows where you're itching to be touched, and if not, he'll make you tell him, kiss you feverishly when you speak up, and do everything you need him to do.

The twins might nag a bit at each other, but you know better than anyone that their teamwork is dreamwork. If they get together, you'll be drowning in pleasure until you no longer feel like the trapped darling you are. They'll make you feel like you belong. Like you are their lover and as if you want to be their bitch, chasing just one more height. The two of them are as addicting and devastating as drugs, but you'll never find anyone who knows your body better. Who's touch will make you cry from joy and who controls you from your thoughts to your orgasm, allowing you to let go of any worry or fear.

Although more rare, there are also times when Osamu joins you and Atsumu. Interestingly, Atsumu does give out an invitation every time Osamu walks in on you and his brother cock-deep inside you. It might be a jest, but Atsumu is unpredictable and mischievous in that way, and Osamu, too, can't resist his pretty darling, writhing and moaning in front of him, desperately in need of his attention. (It's what he tells himself, at least.) Sometimes, it's enough to watch you and his brother go at it as he jerks himself off, but on the very good days, Osamu will do anything to worship you, putting your pleasure before his, especially after seeing his brother rough you up. Isn't it nice of him to kiss all those bites and scratches? Osamu's hands can be so amazing as they dance across your skin, leaving trails of his touch from one hickey to another that make you gasp while his palms almost seem to burn when they settle. You'll want to nod and confirm any of his questions because you know he'll treat you to mind-breaking stimulation when you do. Of course you'll suck his fingers, push out your tongue for him and let him play with your hair as he rearranges you into new positions, making you feel things even deeper to the point both you and Atsumu are trembling and moaning.

Having the full attention of one twin can be exhausting or quite one-sided. But once you have both, you'll start to forget that you never wanted any of this.

Because in those moments, you'll only want more.

#Atsumu #Osamu #yandere atsumu #yandere osamu #Haikyuu!! #Haikyuu #HQ!! #yandere haikyuu #yandere!haikyuu #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[bettymylove]

Can you please do another Theo x Matheo x reader chapter?

shower

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader x theo nott

content: you, theo and mattheo have some fun in the shower after winning a quidditch match, 18+ mdni

a/n: hope you like it<33

You're filled with adrenaline watching both of your boyfriends in the quidditch match going on. The winds are cold and brittle but you don't care, you see as they fly at full speed determined to win.

You knew, telling them that they'll get a reward for winning would push them, but god this was another kind of determination and you couldn't help but feel excited.

The announcer finally announces the win, and you get up from your seat, ready to meet your boys. The walk down was much faster than expected and you were instantly lifted off your feet in a bone crushing hug by Theo.

He spun you around, finally settling you down and kissing you, and Mattheo did the same. "I hope you remember what you promised us, darling."

You looked at him with a sly smile, more than ready to do whatever they had planned. You stayed outside the locker room while congratulating some players you met.

When you were sure all of the players were out of the locker room, you finally stepped in. The showers were on, though only Theo was in.

Mattheo instantly was on you devouring you without a thought. His hands traveled to your ass while his tongue delved inside your mouth.

In an instant, your clothes were off, you both were headed towards the shower Theo was in. You smiled at the sight of him, and your eyes traveled to his cock all ready for you.

Kisses were all along your body not even an inch being left. Theo was on his knees while Mattheo sucked hickeys on you all over. You gripped Theo's hair, pulling it while he brought you closer to your high.

Mattheo pulled you up so that you were against the wall, and that was when he finally pushed in. You were a moaning mess with Theo kissing your body all over, you felt like you were in heaven.

"God, look at her, so cockdrunk you can't even think, am I right baby?" Mattheo had began kissing your neck as well while you just nodded in agreement.

"I'm so close- please don't stop" you yelled out their names, and all of a sudden you didn't feel Mattheo in you anymore, he was stroking his cock and releasing while Theo picked you back up again.

"Just our little fucktoy" Theo grunted as he pushed into you, relishing at the feeling of you. He grabbed your chin and pulled you closer so he could attach his lips to yours.

"Just yours." You mumbled through the kiss, while thrusts began to get even more faster and you both came simultaneously feeling each other and you moaned again at the feeling.

The water from the shower dribbled down your body, while you got dressed for the party that would happen upstairs. "I hope you're ready for round two, darling" Mattheo whispered in your ear.

#harry potter #slytherin #draco malfoy #theo nott #enzo berkshire #theo nott fic #theo nott x reader #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott fic #theodore nott smut #theodore nott imagine #theo nott imagine #theo nott one shot #theo nott smut #theo nott x reader smut #theodore nott scenarios #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #mattheo riddle x reader #matheo riddle #mattheo riddle imagines #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle x you #chitasmut

[bladefi]

let them hear !

gepard landau x fem!reader ! MINORS DNI

notes ; semi public-sex, slight ooc, gepard is a tease, captain kink, pet names (pretty girl, naughty girl, angel, darling, my love, etc LMAO), slight choking

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" you're so cute when you're flustered, " he says in a soft, low voice, his eyes fixated on your lips as he slowly leans in, his breath tickling your face.

gulping as your body relaxed in his arms, your hands slowly made its way to rest on his chest, eyes closing as the sweet, sweet captain of yours leaned in to press a soft, passionate kiss, teasingly biting your bottom lip which gave him the opportunity to slide his tongue in once you had gasped in response.

" c-captain— " you say in between kisses, your ragged breathing making it difficult to even form words. once he pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting from your lips, you simply avoided his gaze, looking around the office of the restaurant.

he chuckles at your reaction, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. " your lips are the sweetest. " his hand moved up to cup your cheek for a moment, leaning his forehead against yours. a faint blush on his cheeks were visible, as he let his lust get to the best of him.

" g-gepard… w-wait! they'll h-hear us…! " a light whimper escapes your mouth, grabbing the hand that had moved up to cup your breast, squeezing it lightly. the blonde simply chuckles, kissing your cheek in response.

" let them hear, my love. " he smiles, his face trailing down to your neck, softly nibbling on your collarbone until he had left soft trails of kisses down to her chest, sliding his hand up to get a better feel. although, the glove he had on was not helping.

you felt so, so vulnerable, rubbing your legs together as it felt so warm under. " c-captain… please… "

his face couldn't help but to turn into a soft and smug smile, seeing his effect on your defenses. he chuckled a little bit and spoke with a soft tone, before whispering to her lips,

" how i love it when you call me that. "

kissing your throat for a moment, you hastily took off his gloves, feeling his soft palm on your skin, making you slightly shiver from the contact.

" i can't… hah… t-take it anymore… " you sigh, your hand caressing his cheek as he looked at you with such admiration. " please, captain… need you 's bad… "

he lets out a soft breath, carefully taking off your top, revealing you in nothing but your bra. " shit… " he groans, burying his face on the crook of your neck as he embraced your scent. he sighed in satisfaction. " my pretty girl, "

you immediately took off his bottoms, revealing his pretty cock, leaking in pre-cum. your breath hitched at the sight, softly moaning as you felt his hard member on your hand.

" fuck, " he moaned lowly. " you're really asking for it, aren't you? naughty girl… " he lifted one of your legs up, hand trailing under your skirt before pushing your panties to the side, feeling your wet slick against his finger. " so wet for me. "

" mhm.. put it in already, please ? " you begged, pushing your hips back to feel the tip of his cock brush against your twitching clit. " m-my captain, need you 's bad… "

gepard lets out a quiet moan as he slowly pushed in, the grip on your hips tightening. " g-god… so tight for me… "

" h-hah… captain… " after what felt like forever, gepard was now fully inside you, whispering soft praises as he kissed your ear, lettimg you grow accustomed to his size.

" don't cover your pretty mouth, darling. " he says, pulling your hand away from your lips, as he started to thrust himself out, leaving only an inch of his cock inside. " want to hear your pretty moans… " then immediately slamming himself back.

" ge— gepard! " you moaned out, trying to keep quiet as possible, his thrusts at a minimal until he had started to increase his pace.

" that’s it, that's my good little angel… " he choked out his words, his other hand letting go of your leg as it trailed up to wrap around your throat, the cold metal making you shiver.

" 'm gonna cum… " he moaned, a little bit loudly, which caused you to slightly panic and look at the door. " want me to fill you up? yeah, you'd like that? " he grunted, slamming onto you as fast as he could, feeling his cock twitch inside your cunt.

" a-ah— captain…! " you moaned, feeling him shoot a load of hot and sticky white goo inside your womb, filling you up completely until there wasn't anymore to give.

" good girl, " he whispers softly, kissing your forehead lovingly before slowly pulling out and held your ass up for him to watch some of his seed leak out of your hole.

he proudly caressed your hair, staring at his mess of a creation. " maybe we should've been a little bit more louder. "

" gepard! "

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail gepard #gepard #gepard x reader #gepard landau #gepard landau x reader #gepard hsr #hsr x you #hsr smut #gepard smut

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Can’t stop thinking about chubby reader being one of the guys roommates. When he brings his friends over, they basically drool over her and her body, beginning to play fight with her and keep her company (going back to their own homes and jerking off). They can’t stop poking and Teasing at your soft areas. Low-key perverts who can’t keep their hands off you in the guise of friendship

Losing my mind over this 😵‍����

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Imagine having a guy as a roommate. The two of you are good friends, you get along really well, so naturally you would have fun living together! You rarely have problems with each other, and you're never bothered when he brings his friends over to hang out or watch a game. His friends are super nice to you, always asking how you're doing, wrestling with you, playing with you. You assume they're just nice to you bc you're roommates with their friend, but you don't complain. You're just grateful that they're kind.

Oh, if only you knew what was going on behind the scenes.

To start off, your roommate's friends? They're obsessed with you. You are an angel in their eyes, a sweet cherub who could do no wrong. They'd be shocked if they ever found a mean bone in your body.

Oh, and your body. They've never seen a woman as beautiful as you, never met anyone so cute and sexy. They're amazed that anyone could look as good as you. And they're bad at hiding their attraction for you. They flirt, tease, play around with you, like you're their own cute doll. They'll pinch at your sides, brush their hands along your hips and waist, maybe give you a squeeze here and there. They're enamored by your soft, plush frame. It's no wonder that they wrestle and hug you any chance they get, wanting to savor your squishy body as much as they can. It's all in good faith, right? They're just being friendly, aren't they?

If only you knew that they were going home right after seeing you and jerking off to the thought of you, your image fresh in their minds, the feeling of your chubby body still lingering on their palms. If only you knew about the fantasies they have of you, the ones where they bend you over the counter, push your knees up to your ears, or bounce you on their cock for hours. They dream of being able to plunge their cock deep inside of you, fuck you nice and hard, making your plump body bounce with each thrust. They want to taste you, shove their face into your pretty chubby pussy and eat you out all night, savoring the delicious nectar from your cunt. They moan your name when they cum, wishing they were spilling their seed inside you instead of all over their rough hands. They feel hollow after, wanting you by their side.

But it's not just your roommate's friends that want you. No, your roommate himself is head over heels for you. He pretends he's fine when his friends play with you, but he's so so jealous. He just wants you all to himself, his pretty chubby roommate becoming his lil girlfriend. He jerks off in his room while you're right next door, wishing he could just man up and go to you and get laid. He's even resorted to stealing your panties when he does laundry, taking them back to his room and sniffing them while he rubs one out. He feels so pathetic, but what else can he do? He knows you're too good for him, why would you stoop so low as to go out with a nobody like him?

Regardless, you've got a dozen or so guys who want you more than anything. If only you'd wise up and realize they all wanna fuck you.

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#ask #☀️ asks #smut #chubby reader #fem reader #chubby fem reader

[archangeldyke-all]

amab ceo sevika getting possessive and jealous when someone in her company has a crush on reader? 👀

hehehehe, i'm gonna combine this with another request:

Amab/ceo Sev cumming in her pants while she give head to her gf?

men and minors dni

your phone buzzes in your back pocket-- you quickly look away from your coworker's screen to check it.

get away from them. her text reads. you roll your eyes at your possessive girlfriend and turn your attention back to raphael's screen.

they're a new hire, still figuring out the ropes at the office, and their computer has been giving them trouble. for the past week, you've had to help them reboot their computer about three times a day.

tonight, it's just you, raphael, and sevika staying late to finish up their training.

they're sweet-- a good hire who's already showing promise. they apologize profusely each time they track you down for help or with a question, and they're always making you laugh as the two of you wait for their computer to re-start.

sevika's convinced they're in love with you.

you don't think it's love... just a little crush. raphael hasn't yet learned that you and sevika are a couple, you're sure once they realize they'll back off.

but you're kinda enjoying the attention, because sevika's been jealous.

and she's so much easier to tease when she's jealous.

you quickly glance over your shoulder toward her office, where you can see her peeking out of the slats of the blinds on her glass walls, glaring at you where you stand by raphael's computer.

her eyes catch on yours and soften, and you roll your eyes lovingly at her. she looks away, the blinds falling back in place, and two seconds later, you get another text.

don't roll your eyes at me. wtf.

you quickly type back a response. you're cute when you're jealous.

raphael clears their throat. "any plans this weekend?" they ask. you bite back your smile, knowing sevika's watching from her office as you shrug.

"probably just laze around the house. you?"

"me and a few friends are gonna go to a music festival."

"oooh, fun!" you exclaim.

"you're welcome to join us if you'd li--"

"i need you in my office." a voice growls out from behind you, sevika's hand wrapping around your bicep and her chest pressing against your back.

raphael jumps in their seat, and you bite your lip to keep from grinning.

"you need something, boss?" you ask, purposefully avoiding calling her the more familiar 'sev' or 'babe' she's insisted you call her at all times now that you guys are together.

sevika's eyes dart from raphael to glare at you. you smile sweetly at her.

"excuse us." sevika grunts, before turning on her heel and dragging you into her office. you giggle quietly the entire way.

when the door shuts behind her, the blinds shaking as the glass doors vibrate with the slam, she shoves you against it, blinds crushing against your back as she swoops in and presses her mouth against yours. you moan happily against her.

sevika pulls away to start biting at your neck, sucking a line of hickeys down your throat that will be impossible to hide beneath your collar. you gasp. "oh, fuck, you're so needy when you're jealous."

sevika sinks her teeth into your shoulder and you squeak, smacking her shoulder until she lets your flesh go.

"ow!" you whine. she licks at the indents her teeth left behind as her hands start to strip you of your shirt and bra.

"i'm gonna make you scream my fuckin' name." she growls. your knees go weak and you gasp, your hands shooting out to grab her shoulders. she chuckles darkly. "you're mine."

you whimper and wobble again, and sevika laughs. "f-fuck, sev."

"c'mon." she says, pulling you toward her desk.

you watch her reach out to swipe all her papers and desk decorations onto the floor and you gasp. "don't you dare!"

sevika freezes and looks at you. "why not? it's hot!"

"i'm the one who's gonna have to clean it though!" you laugh as you start pulling your pants off.

sevika pouts, then rolls her eyes, huffing as she carefully stacks her papers up and gently slides her items and pen-cups to the side of the desks. you smile as you watch your girlfriend carefully swipe the desk free of any crumbs-- making sure your seat is comfortable for you.

when she turns back around, she waves at the desk. "there, is that good enough, princess?" she asks. you grin, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her in for a sweet kiss.

"thank you, love." you whisper. sevika sighs, bumping her forehead against yours, her hands fiddling with the waistband of your underwear as she bites her lip, lost in thought.

"...can i please just fire them?" she whispers eventually. you burst into laughter, and sevika's pout melts into a smile as she watches you try to catch your breath.

"baby... you'd just have to go through more interviews if you did. you hate interviews. raphael's good at their job-- i think you'd like 'em if you gave 'em a chance." you duck forward to kiss her lips, then continue. "and you know i'm yours-- right?" you ask. sevika sighs.

"...yeah." she mumbles. you smile, kissing her again. "'m still gonna make sure they know you're mine." she growls, digging her nails into your hips. you grin.

"yeah?"

sevika doesn't answer, instead, she picks you up and throws you onto the desk. you gasp, and sevika tears your legs apart, shoving her body between them while she descends onto your body, nipping and kissing the flesh of your tits and rips and stomach.

"oh, fuck." you whimper. sevika hums, grinding her hips against your cunt.

"your panties are soaked." sevika teases. you whimper, one of your hands flying up to cover your lips. sevika scoffs, reaches up with one hand and grabs your wrist, pinning it by your hips.

with her free hand, she tears your underwear off, throwing them across the room. you suddenly realize the office door is unlocked, and you gasp-- but before you can worry about it, sevika's sinking two fingers inside you to the hilt.

you squeal at the sudden stretch-- then you freeze, eyes widening as you realize how loud you'd just been. sevika grins down at you, then starts pumping her fingers in and out of your cunt, rubbing against your g-spot on each thrust. you let out a half-moan-- covering the tail end of it by smacking your free hand over your mouth again. sevika growls from where she towers above you, sneering at you as your cunt starts to fill the room with squelching sounds.

"move your fucking hand." she growls. you just whimper a muffled sound into your palm. sevika glares at you, then pulls her fingers out of your cunt, a wet pop! punctuating the rough way she withdrew. you whine against your hand-- only for it too to be grabbed by her free hand and pinned by your ass where it sits on the table.

you're about to tease her about being out of hands to fuck you with when she drops to her knees in between your spread legs, her fingers still pinning your wrists to her desk, her eyes sparkling as she licks her lips. you whimper instead.

"s-sev-- we're gonna get in trouble!" you scold, struggling against her hold on your hands. she just chuckles.

"i'm the boss."

"the door's still unlocked!"

"hm, good thing i'm still dressed." she teases as she starts nipping your thighs. despite your protests, your legs spread subconsciously at the feeling of sevika's mouth.

"sev--"

"do you want me to stop?" she asks, a breath away from your cunt. you lick your lips, your eyes darting from your girlfriend, to the door, to the blinds covering the glass-wall, and back to sevika again.

"no." you admit. sevika grins.

"then just be quiet, and there won't be a problem." she says, shrugging. with that, she leans forward and licks a long stripe up your cunt.

you groan, struggling against her hands on your wrists to try to cover your mouth again. sevika just chuckles-- the vibrations only make you moan louder.

she's pulling out all the stops to get you to be loud-- nipping your clit with her front teeth, spitting on your cunt, fucking you with her tongue as her nose grinds into your clit-- and you draw blood from biting your lip to keep quiet.

you're pathetic, whimpering and whining and squirming on sevika's desk as she devours you, her eyes closed in pleasure, little moans escaping her throat as she eats.

"oh fuck, sevika." you rush out in a faux-whisper. she hums against your clit and your thighs shake. "oh my god, you're so good baby." you groan. sevika's grip on your wrists goes week as she whimpers, and you use her temporary distraction to pull your hands free, sinking them both in her hair. sevika's hands scramble to hold your hips.

you start grinding your hips in small circles against her face, holding her against your cunt just like you need her, relishing in the sweet, wide-eyed way she blinks up at you while you fuck her face.

"god you're so good, baby." you whisper. she growls against you. "perfect-- so pretty on your knees for me, so good with that tongue, oh, fuck!" you cry.

sevika starts mindlessly humming against you, moaning and grunting as she tries to bury her face further against you.

"there, there, oh, sevika, just like that, baby, there!" you cry, suddenly cumming against her face. you gasp, your gaze locked on sevika's fucked out glazed over eyes and shiny cheeks and nose-- coated in your arousal. she's so pretty, so sweet and jealous and perfect, and you're high off sex and cumming, so you decide to do something special for her.

"sevikaaaa!" you scream as you reach your peak, the sound echoing through the small office and most certainly reaching raphael at their cubicle.

sevika's eyes go wide, her rhythm faltering as she gasps and shivers between your legs, resting her forehead against your thigh as she tries to catch her breath.

she's so fucking cute. you let go of your grip on her hair, gently petting and tucking her fly-aways behind her ears. "you okay?" you ask, giggling. sevika shudders against you, then peeks up from where she was hiding her face on your thigh.

"you made me cum in my fucking pants." she grunts. you gasp, grinning as you shakily push at your girlfriend and wobbly jump to your feet to see for yourself. sevika groans at your glee, and you ignore her, gawking at the wet patch of fabric against her crotch, her cum staining the lovely lilac dress-pants she's wearing.

you giggle. sevika huffs and rolls her eyes. "that's so hot." you say as you start helping her stand. sevika buries her face against your shoulder in embarrassment, and you laugh as you stroke up and down her back, soothing her.

"you're hot. and a bit of a slut." she says. you laugh.

"you're the one who had to have me the second she saw me talking to my co-worker!"

sevika grins. "well, at least raphael knows you're mine now." she says. you cringe as you think about the new-hire waiting outside of sevika's office for you.

"we're gonna get sued." you groan. sevika snorts.

"we're gonna get a thank you card and an invite to a swingers party in the mail." she says. you giggle.

when you finally dress and leave sevika's office, you're relieved to see raphael's desk is empty-- apparently they decided to flee.

on monday, raphael avoids looking at you, blushing each time they accidentally catch your eye.

it's awkward for a few weeks-- but sevika bumps their pay as an apology, and eventually, they manage to look you in the eye again.

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

[jadeslashes]

🕸 their kinks & sub / dom preferences.

includes: patrick bateman, charles lee ray, tiffany valentine, jason voorhees, michael myers, pinhead, jennifer check, freddy krueger, jackson rippner, stu macher, billy loomis.

warnings: includes nsfw obviously, if you dont like it, dont read it. minors dni.

tw: mentions of cnc, blade & other kinks.

🪓﹒PATRICK BATEMAN ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

100% dom, he doesn't want to be the one who isn't in control

dumbification & degradation, patrick loves nothing more than making you feel like a brainless slut for him

being in control, he loves to tell you what to do and how to do it to his liking, he finds complete submission so fucking hot

body & cock worship, he loves when you treat him like a complete god and he loves how eager to please him you become

and random but i feel like he'd have a thing for having you be completely naked while he's still dressed completely in one of his suits, it's a power thing yk

🛠﹒CHARLES LEE RAY ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

switch with a dom preference

he'd love his partner being rough, not just if he's subbing, though; he'd enjoy the two of you going at each other and doing whatever each of you can to feel good, lips and hands all over each other, he never wants to not be touching you

he'd call you every filthy name he could think of, degradation is something he never goes without

going along with his liking for rough sex, he enjoys hair pulling and slapping

and he likes to use a knife, too. he'd like to use it to intimidate you and i could see him carving his name or initials into your thigh <3

🖤﹒TIFFANY VALENTINE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

she prefers to be the dom almost all of the time, but she could sub for the right person

bondage, loves to tie you up so she can do whatever she wants with you <3

both degradation and praise, she'll go from calling you her slut to telling you how pretty you are and how well you're doing for her

she loves using toys and whips and paddles on you, every flinch, yelp and moan she gets from you makes her want to keep going and hear more out of you

and she loves punishing you, if you don't listen you'll have to suffer through whatever she has in store for you, which could be a few hard smacks with a whip, edging you more times than you can count, or conversely, wearing you out with orgasm after orgasm

🕸﹒JASON VOORHEES ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

switch for sure with a bit of a sub preference

praise is huge for him, particularly when he's subbing for you, he loves to be told when he's doing good <3

and when you're subbing for him, he loves body worship, whether it be you worshipping him or him worshipping you

and orgasm denial is one of his favorite things, teasing you over and over and watching you get needier for him turns him on

and the mask, he loves keeping his mask on during sex

🔪﹒MICHAEL MYERS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

definitely a switch too

blood, he loves the sight of blood on you, whether he drew it or not, he finds it so attractive

that being said, he also likes knife play and i could see him being dacryphilic too, he'd like seeing you cry after he cuts you <3

and he loves to watch you, he absolutely loves voyeurism, watching you getting dressed or getting yourself off is a total turn on

honestly i think he'd enjoy spanking you too, i have no idea why, i can just totally see it

⛓﹒PINHEAD ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

dom, there's not a single chance of them subbing imo

bdsm, obviously, they love to use their chains to restrain you when they play with you <3

they love to merge pain and pleasure, and you have to earn all of the pleasure you get by enduring all of the pain that they inflict on you

unintentional dumbification, they're so intelligent you're bound to feel brainless whenever they speak to you

and they like to use devices on you, i wouldn't call them toys for obvious reasons but they'll use blades, the chains and hooks and plenty of other things to torture you into oblivion

🩸﹒JENNIFER CHECK ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

dom, i really can't see her subbing

the predator / prey dynamic, she'd enjoy feeling like she's hunting you down

and the minute she gets her hands on you?? she's going to be all over you, she's very rough

i feel like she really enjoys biting and marking you, and on top of that loves to draw blood when she does it

loves body worship, both her worshipping you and you worshipping her, but more so the latter

💭﹒FREDDY KRUEGER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

probably a switch ??

definitely somnophilia, he'd play with you in your sleep / in your dreams all the time so that you wake up wet / hard

knife play with his blades for sure, he'd drag them along your body, occasionally grazing along your skin with enough pressure to make tiny, thin cuts

predator / prey dynamic, he'd love to chase you down, and the minute he catches you he's not gonna leave you alone for a while <3

and he'd enjoy pinning you down and choking you after he catches you

🛩﹒JACKSON RIPPNER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

dom, but there's a very slight chance you might be able to get him to sub sometimes

choking. definitely choking. and it's absolutely a control thing, he loves being in control

and he's so into the dom / sub dynamic, he'd love seeing you submit to him completely so he could tell you what to do and do whatever he pleases with you

teasing and orgasm denial are his shit, he loves to watch you unravel into a needy mess who's just begging be allowed to cum <3

dacryphilia, he'd love to see you cry

i could also see him having a bit of a corruption kink tbh

🥩﹒STU MACHER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

switch, i think he'd love both being in control but also love seeing his partner take the lead

somnophilia, mostly in that he'd enjoy waking you up by giving you head, smirking up at you when you fully wake up and look down at him before continuing until you cum on his tongue

strikes me as an exhibitionist, he'd tease you and touch you in public knowing damn well how needy he's making you and then act like he wasn't doing anything

he would absolutely love to use toys on you, watching how you react to them and teasing and edging you with them would drive him crazy

and at the same time, he'd also love you edging him, he wouldn't be able to think about anything other than how you're making him feel and finally being able to cum

📞﹒BILLY LOOMIS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

dom for the most part, but i could see him subbing occasionally

knife play, he'd love to use a blade to intimidate you, cut your clothing off of you, and to draw blood

degradation, he'd whisper filthy names into your ear while he fucks you and make you feel like nothing more than a stupid slut for him <3

choking for sure, he just loves having his hand wrapped around your neck

cnc, watching you fake struggle beneath him and pretend to take you by force would turn him on so much

#slasher fucker #patrick bateman x reader #chucky x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #pinhead x reader #jennifer check x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jackson rippner x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #slashers x reader #slasher smut #minors dni #patrick bateman #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #jason voorhees #michael myers #pinhead #jennifer check #freddy krueger #jackson rippner #stu macher #billy loomis #slashers

[bluekidchaos]

Kinktober day 5 - Aaron Hotchner

my brain is staring to resist so idk how many more I'll actually be able to post but they'll be shorter now at least.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Prompt: Size difference

Warnings: 18+, short!reader, rough sex, a little breeding kink

Words: 538

Can also be read on AO3!

Kinktober masterlist. Regular masterlist.

Aaron had been a blessing in disguise, coming into your life during rough times and supporting you. He was the sweetest man ever and you loved him with your whole heart. There were many qualities you loved about Aaron but if you were honest -and maybe a bit shallow- the difference in heights was your favorite. 

The way he could just lift you up and carry you around. Give you piggyback rides when your feet are tired. The way he could manhandle you, dragging you to bed or pushing you against a wall, and just take what he needed from you. You loved it.

Aaron's body covered your writhing frame, swallowing you in his embrace as he fucked you into the mattress. His chest was pressed against your back, pressing you further into the bed. 

His hips thrusting wildly into you and his big hands were holding onto your hips, pulling you back on his cock. 

He angled your hips up to thrust even deeper into you. Your chest pressed to the bed while he was using you like a fuckdoll.

You were limp in his grasp, all you could do was lie there and take it. Whimpering and whining under him as he hit your g-spot over and over again. 

His whole presence overtook you. Hands holding onto your waist and hips. The hairs on his chest rubbing deliciously against your back. His filthy whispers directly into your ear. 

"Good girl, such a good girl for me. Taking all that I give you." His voice was hoarse and heavy with pleasure. 

Moaning as his hands found their way to your front, playing with your clit. "Yes! God, yes! Please Aaron, please~" 

Groaning as you clenched hard around him, he quickened his pace. Fucking into you even faster and rubbing tight circles on your clit. "You wanna cum? Want me to breed this tight pussy? My perfect doll wants me to fill her up?" 

Your grip on the sheets became tighter as you felt your stomach tighten at his words. You were practically drooling on the pillows and you were so close to cumming. He was so incredibly deep inside you.

Sounds of heavy breathing, skin colliding with skin and both of your moans were filling the room. You could feel Aaron's hips stuttering in their pace, telling you he was close too.

"Please, baby. Fill me up, need your cum so bad." 

Aaron bit down on your shoulder, almost drawing blood. With a few more thrusts you felt the coil snapping inside you and you flew over the edge of pleasure, he kept rubbing you through it.

Feeling your walls clenching and pulsing on his cock sent him over at last. Spilling his warm seed deep inside you with a loud moan that sounded like your name. 

Still pumping into you making sure you were nice and full of him, he kissed all over your back before pulling out. Taking a second to watch his cum drip out of you. 

"That one is for sure gonna take. I can't wait to start a family with you." You couldn't see him but you knew he had a big smile on his face as you hummed back at him.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  if we changed back then, we could change again.  ❜ ❛  what can i say? i'm a sucker for happy endings.  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, are you talking to me?  ❜ ❛  i would give anything to be like that.  ❜ ❛  are we gonna have a problem?  ❜ ❛  you've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?  ❜ ❛  time for you to prove you're not a loser anymore.  ❜ ❛  you can join the team or you can bitch and moan.  ❜ ❛  mr. no-name kid, say who might you be?  ❜ ❛  it's fine if you don't agree, but i would fight for you if you would fight for me.  ❜ ❛  happiness comes when everything numbs.  ❜ ❛  does your mommy know you eat all this crap?  ❜ ❛  i learned to cook pasta, i learned to pay rent; i learned the world doesn't owe you a cent.  ❜ ❛  you heard it man, it's time to rage!  ❜ ❛  so wait, it's lime, then salt, then shot?  ❜ ❛  you're doing it wrong!  ❜ ❛  really? 'cause i feel great.  ❜ ❛  dreams are coming true when people laugh but not at you!  ❜ ❛  i didn't need your help.  ❜ ❛  i can't believe you actually came.  ❜ ❛  why d'you gotta be so weird all the time? people wouldn't hate you so much if you acted normal.  ❜ ❛  thirty hours to live - how shall i spend them?  ❜ ❛  sorry, but i really had to wake you.  ❜ ❛  let's go you know the drill; i'm hot and pissed and on the pill.  ❜ ❛  you say you're numb inside but i can't agree.  ❜ ❛  how'd you find my address?  ❜ ❛  no sleep tonight for you, better chug that mountain dew.  ❜ ❛  no one sees the me inside of me.  ❜ ❛  keep going. this has to be good enough to fool the cops.  ❜ ❛  i never knew about her pain.  ❜ ❛  don't talk mean like that.  ❜ ❛  what did they do to you that you hate them so?  ❜ ❛  you are the only thing that's right about this broken world.  ❜ ❛  they'll die because we say they must.  ❜ ❛  what the fuck have you done?!  ❜ ❛  let's be normal. see bad movies, sneak a beer, and watch tv.  ❜ ❛  don't you want a life with me?  ❜ ❛  if you could let me in, i could be good with you.  ❜ ❛  so what's it gonna be? i wanna be with you.  ❜ ❛  but your love's too good to lose.  ❜ ❛  you're the one i choose.  ❜ ❛  there's nowhere to hide if i say the wrong thing.  ❜ ❛  but i believe any dream worth having is a dream that should not have to end.  ❜ ❛  no, you wouldn't understand!  ❜ ❛  try me! i've experienced everything you're going through right now.  ❜ ❛  you don't know what my world looks like!  ❜ ❛  they made you blind, messed up your mind but i can set you free.  ❜ ❛  i was meant to be yours!  ❜ ❛  don't give up on me now.  ❜ ❛  i can't make this alone! finish what we've begun.  ❜ ❛  i am all that you need.  ❜ ❛  please don't leave me alone. you were all i could trust, i can't do this alone.  ❜ ❛  no one here deserves to die except for me and the monster i created.  ❜ ❛  i wish we met before they convinced you life is war.  ❜ ❛  i wish you'd come with me ...  ❜ ❛  i am damaged, far too damaged, but you're not beyond repair.  ❜ ❛  hope you'll miss me, wish you'd kiss me.  ❜ ❛  i'd be honored if you'd let me be your friend.  ❜

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay meme #sentence starters #musical starters #musical sentence starters #rph #requested.

[jadeddangel]

Maybe adamx reader x lute smut headcanons?

I think I already have one for it buttttttt I think I'll do this one too

Adam x reader x Lute

Smut headcannons for Lute and Adam

Definitely mean dom!Lute

Adam is pretty much just a cuck most of the time, or he likes to fuck your throat while lute is holding your back into an arch

Adam is big on Anal when he is fucking you though

WING PLAY MUST I SAY MORE

when it comes down to Adam he really likes when other people watch, or when you get caught

Toys, Lute buys vibrators that she can use on you even when you are both apart, so she can still have her fun until you both are together again

Both are up for expirementing and depending on the person they may be willing to bring another person in if it'll please you

Lute can be a bit silly at times when you guys are having sex but she'd mostly pretty mean

Lute really struggles to give up control, so if she does give yourself a pat on the back

Adam, on the other hand, doesn't care as long as his dick gets wet

Lutes favorite position would probably be something in front of a mirror

Lute lovessss fucking you from behind but also loves to see your.face so that's why she loves mirrors so much

Adam has a breeding kink and no one can tell me I'm wrong, that shit came pre-programmed in his brain

Both are very cuddly after your session, so it often ends up with you or Adam in the middle and wrapped in the other partners' wings

Lute really likes humiliation, she'll borderline be into pet play too

And before the "ewww doesn't that mean reader is a furry" stfu, disrespectfully

Lute is interested on pet play for the humiliation piece, seeing you underneath her on all fours in a collar and a leash just really gets her going

Lute probably steps on you (part of the humiliation)

Lute got you to bark for her once and never once let you live it down, even though she mildly liked having that much control over you

As much as Adam is a cuck, he does like to be included, the simple things like hearing you moan his name while Lute was fucking you within an inch of your life with her strap.

Adam asks you to spit on his hand to use it as lube for himself because he's "not fond" of how lube feels

Adam refuses to wear condoms, period. Insisting they wouldn't fit him anyways since he's too "perfect" for them

Lute has a crying kink, and only specifically during sex, she loves overstimulating you to the point of tears of pleasure just because of her

Adam and Lute may not interact much when your having sex, especially when they focus is on you

But they only do that cause they wanna avoid jealousy like how it is in Adam's harem because they would hate for you to feel left out

However, if you ask them both outright and say that you want to watch or want the attention on them, they'll really try to still keep it like you were included

When you're not there however Adam and Lute are at it like rabbits and can barely keep their hands off the other

After all, Lute was Adam's favorite in the harem for a reason

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin smut #adam x reader #lute x reader #adam x reader x lute #lute x reader x adam #lute x adam #x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #jaded works🪶

[bangchansgirlsblog]

i’ve been craving this for ages and finally decided to request upon it!!

stray kids x little sister reader (she’s about 17/18) she has been having a secret relationship with one of her school teachers called Mr. Kang (name inspo from song kang) and she has a “sleepover” arranged with her friend for a week.. on day 3 the boys went for a group walk and saw y/ns friend with her family but without y/n. The boys go over and find out that you were never staying with her.. They check your location after panicking only to realise it’s your teacher Mr. Kang’s house. They log into your computer and find all the messages between Kang and you. They are infuriated, when you return back.. let’s just say it’s hell reincarnated.

Thank you daddy- I mean Mr.Kang.

Part one.

**

"We can't keep doing this.." she whispered through her heavy breathes. Her skirt was slowly riding up her thigh as her pink laced panties were slowly being exposed.

Her face was red due to the heat from the make out session she was just in. Her shirt now unbuttoned halfway exposing her bra.

"What do you mean baby," he whispered in her ear as his hands slowly wondered around her body. "Jump for me princess,"

She wasn't thinking at all. The thought of being pleasured by him was all she could think about. Her legs wrapped around his torso as he slowly put her on top of the desk, knocking down books and papers to the floor.

"My brothers are gonna find out about us soon Mr.Kang. They'll kill me-"

"Shhh, we'll worry about that later bunny," he hushed her while slowly unzipping her skirt.

"Mr.Kang just- uhm," a moan escaped her mouth as his lips made contact with her sensitive skin. She was a mess. Her hair was everywhere and the hickeys that she received from a few hours ago were on display.

She felt good. She loved him. She loved being with him. She loved every moment with him but it was so wrong. Their relationship was so wrong. It had been 3 months. They had been going for 3 months and she still wasn't caught. It was baffling.

Their relationship only began during summer. She had no idea that he would end up being her teacher. They had met at one of the concerts the boys were doing. He had come with his friends and he really didn't want to go but his friends had convinced him too and when he set his eyes on her, he couldn't look away. She was beautiful and he knew he wanted her.

"Do you feel-" his deep voice was interrupted by a loud knocking. Y/n's eyes widen as she jumped off the desk and started to fix herself.

"Who is it?" He called as he too tried to fix himself.

"Mr.Kang? It's Chan. Y/n's brother," a familiar voice replied. He looked over at her small body and saw she had managed to get herself together quite quickly and started to collect her books.

"Come in!"

The door opened and a happy looking Chan walked in. His face was glowing and his hair was covered with a beanie meaning he had just come from the studio.

He quickly said a quick hello before helping Y/n grab her bag. "I hope you guys had a good study session. Thank you so much for watching her Sir," he thanks the older man.

"Oh, you don't need to thank me. She was an Angel and I hope, with all the studying we've done, she'll pass the next quiz," he had a smirk on his face. A smirk Y/n hated. He knew what he was doing.

"Well, I'll make sure to make her study more. Other than that. Have a good weekend," Chan gave him one last smile before waving goodbye and leaving the room with Y/n right behind her.

**

"Why do you look so red?" Chan asked when they got into the car. He had been watching and analyzing her for the past 5 minutes. "Do you not feel well?" He asked.

"No Channie, it was just really hot in there and I've been studying for hours," she sighed and played with her skirt.

"Oh, makes sense. Do you wanna eat something? We can stop for some hotpot-"

"No actually, I'm really tired Oppa. Maybe later in the evening?"

"Yeah that sounds fine, we can go with the boys," he replied and got his phone out of his pocket to text the family group chat.

They had a family group chat because once when they were traveling for one of their tours, I.N and Han thought it would be a good idea to disappear from the group which led them to missing their flight and Chan was so mad he made sure to make a group chat for whenever they had to split up.

Y/n looked out the window. The past few hours running through her mind. The thoughts making her feel wet under there as she thought about the way Mr.Kang would touch her, make her feel good, make her feel like-

One message:

Come over to mines tomorrow. Sleepover😘

The butterflies in her stomach started to dance once again. Her tummy doing somersaults making her feel all giddy and excited.

"Oppa? Can I go to Franchesca's tomorrow for a sleepover?" She looked over at her brother.

"Again? You've been going over there so much! We barley get time with you," he pouted earning a chuckle from Y/n.

"It's just for one night, I'll be back in the morning and we can hangout. All of us,"

He didn't look convinced but yet again, who was he to say no? This was his little sister. Their only girl in the family.

"Fine but make sure to tell Leeknow. You know how he gets," he shrugged and turned back his phone.

"Okay okay! Thank you, thank you," she giggled and jumped on him while kissing him all over his face.

"Okay okay, enough," he playfully rolled his eyes and raffled her hair.

**

Her night consisted of watching the boys do practice and have a big fat nap on the couch as they figured out the music part of it all. This was a routine most of the times after school. One of the boys would pick her up and then she would come over to the JYP building and watch the boys practice or record they even made her her own little corner in the 3 racha studio where she could do her homework and decorate it is much as she wanted to.

They really did love their little sister.

"Okay shall we go?" Han asked her since he was the last one closing up the studio. All the other boys were already down stairs waiting for them.

She grabbed her sweater and nodded, "yeah let's go jisung, I'm hungry," she groaned and carried her bag on one shoulder.

He chuckled and locked the doors and quickly made their way downstairs.

When they arrived at the restaurant and started to eat. Chan brought up the sleepover which leeknow was not so happy about.

"I don't, I just don't like them. I don't like their lifestyle and you've been over there too much jagi," he explained as he picked up the chopsticks.

"Please leeknow, she literally comes over all the time,"

"Yeah I know but I don't have a good feeling about this weekend, my older brother instincts are tingling," he looked over at the other boys trying to get some support.

"She'll be gone for one night Hyung, just let her go," Changbin backs her up. He thought about it for a bit before finally agreeing but only on one condition.

"You have to call me when you get there and I have to speak to her parents,"

Busted.

She giggled nervously before nodding, "Ofcourse min, I will. I promise," she played with her ring. A thing she only does when she's nervous and from the corner of Hyunjin's eyes, he noticed instantly and he knew for a fact something fishy was going on.

"So this sleepover...is it just the two of you?" Hyunjin asked while taking a sip from his cocktail.

"Yeah it will be, we're thinking of watching a movie-"

"What movie?" He cut her off quickly. "And what time will you leave tomorrow?"

"Hyung, chill. What's going on?" Han laughed and shoved him a little.

"Nothing...just curious," he shrugged and lifted one eyebrow. The restaurant was a bit empty and the service was good so when the waitress interrupted their conversation by giving them their bill she was so thankful because the conversation was no forgotten about.

**

"I just know it Changbin, I know she's lying about something," Hyunjin was pacing back and forth in the living room. Half the house was asleep and most of the boys were in their rooms.

Hyunjin and Changbin had decided to stay up and watch a movie. Leaving them alone in the living room.

"Why do you think she would lie about a sleepover Jinnie? I mean surely she wouldn't lie to us about that,"

"But Changbin, you know how suspicious she's been acting. Always over at Franchesca's. Staying for after school activities. Always coming home late. Changbin it's obvious she's doing something behind our backs,"

"Have you talked of Chan about it?" He asked while slowly taking a sip out of his mug.

"No, I just thought about it while we were at dinner. I need solid proof because if I tell Chan, he'll go absolutely crazy,"

"You're right, maybe we can check her phone while she's sleeping or something," Changbin suggested.

"Do you know her password?"

"No but she keeps it in her journal and I know where that is-"

"Her journal! Changbin that's it! We need to read her journal. Maybe she put down what she's doing in there," he whisper-shouted.

"Are you crazy?!" He whispered back, "that's like intruding her privacy Hyunjin! What if we don't find anything at all then it'll be a waste and she'll be mad,"

"I know I'm not wrong Binnie! I can feel it,"

"I hope you're right because if she finds out, we'll be the worst brothers of the century," he sighed and massaged his temples.

**

"Make sure to call if you need anything, okay?" Leeknow gave her assurance as he kissed her goodbye.

"And don't eat anything your not used too or don't know about!" Chan added and gave her a hug.

"I won't Oppa," she giggled and waved goodbye as she made her way to the car where the driver awaited her.

Once they saw the car drive away everyone disappeared doing their own thing while Hyunjin and Chan where on a mission. A big mission.

They went straight to her room and started looking for a journal.

"This feels so wrong," Changbin said as he opened and closed drawers.

"I know Hyung but we have too," he replied quickly and looked through her closet. It was long until they found out and it actually made Hyunjin laugh at the fact that their little sister sucked when it came to hiding her stuff from them.

"I found it!" He yelped and pulled out the book. It was old and quite beaten up but that didn't matter at all. Hyunjin made sure to remind himself to buy her a new one later.

"Okay! What does it say? What does it say?!" Changbin shrieked excitedly.

They sat on her bed and started to go through the book. Page by page by page. It was hours and hours reading boring things about highschool and boys and drama.

Hyunjin was about to run mad but Changbin was eating all the drama up. He was actually impressed at how interesting their little sisters life was.

"We're never going to find anything!" Hyunjin groaned when he looked at the time.

"I mean we can skip the parts? When did she start acting suspicious?"

"I'll say like 2-3 months ago, I don't know! What do you think?"

"I think it started during summer," Changbin commented.

"Then let's go look from there," Hyunjin started to skip the pages until finally.

September 27th 2023.

**

“….and we’re going to be making cookies. I just really hope everything goes well and my brothers don’t find out about this. Wish me luck!” Hyunjin slammed the book shut after finishing the last sentence.

He looked up at the boys who were listening to everything. His blood was boiling as he looked over at Changbin who was equally as angry.

They were shocked and traumatized.

What the hell was Y/n thinking?

#skz imagines #skz comfort #skz x reader #skz angst #skz fluff #skz x y/n #skz x you #skz drabbles #skz stay #stray kids drabbles #stray kids #stray kids x y/n #straykids x reader #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #bangchansgfblog

[neoballsucker]

SAY MY NAME

Summary : complaining to your friend about working overtime for extra work with the office's crush

Pair : mingi x fem!reader

Genre : office AU , SMUT

Warnings : semi public sex , pet names (princess baby etc.) , unprotected sex , soft Dom!mingi , cum play , fingering , blowjob

words count : 1.3k

A/N : I'm still really bad at that I'm sorry 😭😭

Mingi was a really popular guy in your office

He was handsome respectful

He was the meaning of perfection

A Lot of girls had a crush on him you can't deny you didn't grow a little crush on him since you knew him he was attractive his deep voice made you melt everytime you hear it

You didn't know if he was single or taken it wasn't really your business a lot of women from the office tried flirting with him women older than him and younger than him it was embarrassing how he just refused to go out with them but can you blame them he was handsome and a gentleman man

“I really wanna ask him out but I don't really know how he rejects everyone” your friend sighs in disappointment

“Maybe it's because he has someone in his life?” You chunkles at your friend's disappointment

“It's okay babe he's not the only man out there you know that right” you try to comfort her patting on her back softly

“You're right but he's just…so handsome and cute, his girlfriend must me so lucky to have him”

“Yeah you're right he's handsome I agree but c'mon there are alot of men out there I'm sure they'll be better than him”

“Yeah it's okay whatever” she rolls her eyes

“Anyways wanna come to the club with me after work?”

You sigh deeply in disappointment “oh well… the manager told me I have to stay overtime because I still have some work to do”

“Oh damn that must be lame will you be alone or…?” She asks and pats your back softly

“I don't know probably…I hope so tho i don't want some nasty old men with me for overtime”

She chuckles at your comment “yeah I agree some of these old men are really lame I'd rather be alone too” you just nod and return your gaze to your computer

Time skips everybody left it was only you…that's what you thought until you heard footsteps you rolled your eyes thinking it was one of the old men until you heard his voice

“Hi umm is anyone there?” He said clearing his throat…it was mingi

“Oh yeah…hi mingi” you smiled and waved

“Oh hi y/n you also here for overtime?”

“Yeah unfortunately “ you sigh in disappointment and rolled your eyes

“Anyways work hard I believe in you” he winks and smiles softly

You didn't answer him you were just starting at him…maybe more than you should

He noticed it and chuckles “someone is in love I see” you shake your head “ahh no sorry I was just spacing out” you said and chuckled nervously “yeah I see it's okay you're to the first one to ‘space out’ talking to me” you roll your eyes “I can't blame them” you chuckles as you feel his body leaning closer “so do you think I'm handsome too?” You feel his body closer his voice getting deeper you swallow hard as you feel heat raise in your body pool was created in your underwear as you feel his lips on yours his lips were so soft and nice it tastes like strawberry it was sweet your eyes close slightly as you feel his hands on your waist as he pulls you closer to his tall figure you didn't want this moment to stop you felt him unbuttoning your shirt something in you told you to stop him but instead you helped him take off your shirt as your shirt was removed on the floor he cups one of your breasts as you moan into the kiss it felt like heaven it was good it felt unreal as you feel him take off your laced bra exposing your breasts you knew it was wrong doing it in a workplace he knew it was wrong doing it in a work place but who cares now?

He pulls out of the kiss going lower to the level of your breasts as you feel one of your nipples in his mouth and the other between his fingers squeezing it you press your lips together as trying to hold your loud moans until you couldn't anymore you started moaning as you feel his fingers massaging your entrance the pleasure was too much for you.

“Will you please be quiet for me princess?”

“Y-yes I ca-” you couldn't even continue the sentence until you felt his finger inside you your eyes roll back as his fingers stretch your hole you try to moan but it got stuck in your throat as you cries out and whine

“If you can't take one of my fingers probably how are you going to take my dick princess huh?” You hide your face in your hands embarrassed as your ears slightly turn red from the embarrassment

“I-i will handle your dick mingi” your voice is shakey your vision getting blurry as you feel yourself near climax

“C-can I cum…please” as you said that you feel your hole empty whining that you couldn't cum

“Do you wanna make a mess in the office princess?” you shake your head and just roll your eyes

“Use your words baby”

“No mingi I don't but like please.. please can you fuck me” you begged it was embarrassing when you think about it but he looked just too hot to resist

“Alright fine then…it will be a quick one though” you nodded with a cocky smile on your face as he pushes you on a chair unbuckling and discharging his pants while you take off your skirt

“Open wide for me princess and don't forget to say my name” he chuckles softly as he settles between your legs teasing your entrance with his tip

“No teasing mingi please” as you said that you felt his dick inside you

You bite your lower lips trying to hold the urge to moan

“A-ahh mingi oh please faster” your voice was shakey it came out more of a moan than a proper sentence you can feel the smirk on his face even if your eyes are closed

“Oh fuck you're so tight princess pussy only made for me don't you think so ?”

“Y-yes mingi yes”

“You look so pretty all fucked like that pussy so tight yet taking me so well”

“I'm about to cum please can I cum?”

“Of course princess what are you waiting for” as you heard his words you released it all your eyes rolls back your grip on his hair gets tight as you feel him pull out of you

“Get on your knees for me baby” his voice was low it makes what to do whatever he asks you whatever it was you get on your knees between his legs taking a deep breath as you feel the tip tapping on your mouth you open your mouth as he puts his dick in your mouth, you start bobbing your head up and down as you hear his moans and groans you feel his dick hitting the back of your throat as you try to not choke on it

He groans as he releases his seeds in your mouth some of it on the corner of your lips but you swallow whatever was in your mouth for now he wipes the cum off the corners of your lips

“Open for me princess” you open your mouth widely as he inserts his fingers as you wrap your lips around his fingers cleaning it off

“That's my girl” he smiles softly and kisses your lips and helps you stand grabbing your clothes and helps you get dressed as he gets himself dressed

“Alright now shall we go back to work?” He asks with a soft smile on his face

“Yeah I guess so” you smile weakly still feeling your sore throat but at least it was worth it wasn't it ?

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez hard thoughts #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez x female reader #ateez mingi #mingi #mingi smut #mingi imagines #mingi fanfic #mingi hard thoughts #mingi x reader #mingi x y/n #mingi fic #🦒

[auteurdelabre]

A Secret Kind of Pain (one-shot) FrankieMorales x f!Reader

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader (no use of y/n) (No descriptions other than hair he can move behind your ear. She’s you, babe!)

Rating: 18+

Words: 7.0k

Summary: A poker night over at Benny’s tests the amazing burgeoning relationship you have been hiding with Frankie Morales.

Warnings: secret relationship, friends to lovers, angst (BUT A HAPPY ENDING), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, sweet Spanish nicknames, Frankie is a jealous lil’ thing, miscommunication trope.

a/n: I love Frankie Morales and realized I needed to write him up a honey. Y’all can blame my muses for this. I keep tryin’ to update my other stories and the damn muses keep starting new ones! At leas this is a one-shot!

Also if you like my stuff I'd really love a follow, a reblog, a comment (those especially make me smile!) would be real appreciated!

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"We're gonna be late," you whine, even as your back arches against the springy mattress. Your breathing is shallow, your forehead dotted with perspiration. 

"I don't care," he replies breathlessly from between your thighs, dark eyes fixed on yours as his pouty mouth goes back to work. 

You've been like this all afternoon, touching, kissing, fucking. You're both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the fan in the corner of the room no match for the balmy weather. 

"Frankie," you whine, feeling his hands on the globes of your ass, pulling your dripping sex more fully against his mouth and tongue. He won't let up. He's eating you out like his life depends on it and has been for the last forty minutes. 

Your legs are spread wide over his broad shoulders and his hands move over the crease of your thighs to hold you in place as he devours you. He feels so impossibly good, you can't help but succumb, your hands fisting in his curls, your body quaking with every swipe of his deft tongue. 

His mouth begins giving your pussy sloppy kisses, groaning as he does. You don't know who loves this more - you or him. You whimper out his name again, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"C'mon cariño," he purrs, smiling up at you. "You can give me one more."

And you do. You come crying his name as he gently laves your clit. As you come down you reach blindly for him, sighing contentedly as he crawls up the length of your body, pressing glossy kisses up your naked flesh before he positions his cock at your entrance. 

"Don't make me wait," you beg, urging your hips towards him. He smiles down at you before his mouth is on yours, his cock sliding into your slick cunt. It's not long before he's emptying himself into you and moaning into your neck. 

You lay tangled in the sheets afterwards, your head on his arm, looking at his hawkish profile. He looks almost angelic with his hat off and his curls on display. 

"We're gonna be late," you repeat giving his bristled cheek a swift kiss. You go to move off the mattress and to the shower but he holds tightly to you, his leg lacings between yours. 

"Let's not go," he says, nuzzling against your neck. "Let's just stay in."

"How is that going to look?" you counter, not oblivious to his hand which ventures to brush over your chest. "We both don't show up to poker night? The week after we both mysteriously don't make it to the pub for drinks?"

Frankie sighs, knowing that you're right. You're always right. The second that the guys find out you're together it's going to be a nightmare. 

They'll have opinions, so many fucking opinions on Frankie dating Tom's cousin. The one that Will had a crush on for years. The one Pope flirted with every time she came back for family visits. The one they all promised Tom they'd never fuck; a pact they reminded themselves of when she moved back to town a year ago for her job. 

The one Frankie had fallen for the second he'd met her at one of Benny's shows. The one he'd sat next to, thighs touching as they laughed and talked between rounds as he stole bits of her popcorn. The one he'd told himself he couldn't want, but then found he couldn't stay away from. 

So when he'd thrown a memorial party for Tom's birthday months ago and you'd stayed behind to help him clean and you confessed your burgeoning feelings for him it seemed it was inevitable he would take you in his arms telling you he felt the same. It felt fated that he would be kiss you before carrying you to his bedroom and making love to you until the sun came up. 

You'd both known it had to remain a secret. Couldn't come out. Not when things were still so new, still so fresh. Not when Tom was gone, the promise his friends had made still very real. 

Didn't matter that Frankie hadn't met you before he made that vow because he was always away flying or with his ex when you were visiting Tom. Didn't matter that he didn't just want to fuck you. 

Pope hadn't been stupid. He'd known Frankie was seeing someone in the following months. In a panic Frankie had confessed over drinks one day that he was seeing some girl from the coffee shop near his place. This had placated Pope enough to drop it. 

But he and the rest of the gang still teased Frankie about it for weeks, insisting he bring his "imaginary girlfriend" to poker night while you sat back in the booth, hiding your grin behind your beer bottle. 

And so you snuck around, slipping into Frankie's bed and into his life without hesitation. Nights and weekends were spent making meals together, watching TV, going to try new coffee shops, kissing and fucking everywhere in his house. 

He craved you when you weren't around, more than coke, more than flying, more than anything. He loved that his pillows smelled of you, that your variety of shampoos and conditioners lined his shower floor. 

"I gotta shower and then we gotta go, Morales."

Frankie finally releases you, but not before pressing a soft kiss to your mouth. You smile before rolling off his bed and towards the shower. Frankie watches your naked body sauntering away and he holds in a grateful sigh. 

///

"I'll go in first," you tell him, grabbing the bag of pretzels from the back seat of the truck.

Frankie has parked around the corner from Benny's, knowing you both couldn't show up together at Benny's infamous poker night. 

You'd made yourself part of the group soon after moving back. Part of you wonders if it's because you're filling a void left by Tom or if they really like your company. You decide you don't mind when it means more time with Frankie. 

"See you in there." 

You go to leave, hand on the door before you shoot him a sweet smile. You lean over to give him a peck on the lips. You glance over the t-shirt that strains over his biceps, the jeans that mold over his long thighs and you give a crooked smile.

"Did I tell you how sexy you look tonight, Morales?"

Frankie blushes up his neck, his face growing red as he gives a bashful grin at you from under his baseball hat. The kind of smile that makes his dimple pop out. You give him a wink and then you're gone, heading into Benny's place, carrying a comically large bag of pretzels. 

Frankie watches the clock, waiting a whole five minutes before grabbing the shopping bag from the back seat. 

He ambles towards Benny's front door, noting the SUV with the space invaders bumper sticker. Will is here already, probably the first to arrive at his brother's event. 

By the time Frankie arrives the group is loudly chatting, the kitchen full of food and noise. Benny and Pope are opening beers for their dates and you're nowhere to be seen. 

"You didn't bring your girl?" Benny observes with a frown when Frankie enters the kitchen holding the shopping bag of chips and salsa.

"Uh we broke up," Frankie says with a shrug, accepting the coke can his friend passes him. Pope pulls out the chips and salsa, dark eyes trailing inside the bag before he's pouring the chips into a bowl. 

"You don't seem too upset about it," Pope says with a quirked brow, his arm going to sling around the shoulders of his date. Frankie is about to reply when you both hear your laugh from the next room. 

The two of you glance over to see you and Will on the couch, knees almost touching as Will says something else to make you laugh. You have a great laugh, the kind where you tilt your head back and you just let go. The kind that makes Frankie smile when he hears it. 

But he doesn't smile now. In fact it's quite the opposite. He watches as Will's light eyes trace over your face warmly. 

"Seems like Will is foregoing the pact," Pope says amused, his eyes on Frankie's face. 

Frankie feels his hand curl into a fist. Who the fuck does Will think he is? Will could have any girl he wants; he's handsome and successful. He's not a recovering addict who can't legally fly anymore like Frankie. 

Doubt, the ugly insidious snake creeps into his mind. Why are you with him? What could be possibly offer you?

"Hey Fish," Will calls out with a wave to Frankie when he notices the man in the kitchen. "No girl tonight?"

"They broke up," Pope says, coming to rest on the edge of the couch. 

"Sorry to hear that," you say airily. Frankie can't look at you. He knows he'll see the amused glint there and he can't risk it.  

"He doesn't seem too upset about it," Pope smiles. 

Frankie focuses his attention on Benny who claps him on the back before announcing that it's time to start the poker game. Everyone moves to the table that Benny has set up with chips and cards. 

Frankie's chest warms when you slide into the chair next to his at the table but he holds in a grimace when Will takes the seat next to yours, smiling at you.

You nudge his thigh under the table and he slips a hand under the table to give your knee a squeeze, watching your lips curl into a subtle smile at the contact. 

Frankie feels idiotic for being jealous when you're obviously his girl. But the thing is he hasn't said you're his girl. It's just silently implied. He wonders if he needs to tell you, in words. 

"Alright," Benny announces, breaking into Frankie's thoughts. "The game is Omaha and-"

You tune Benny out as he explains the rules for the large group around the table. You throw in your two ten dollar bills along with the rest of the group to the center of the table. 

All you can focus on is Frankie's hand still resting on your knee, so wide and warm.

You're so into him it's ridiculous. You love the way he curls around you in bed, the way he makes you coffee to take to work, the way he looks at you when you talk because he's really** listening to what you have to say.

He removes his hand as the game starts and you immediately miss the contact. You look across the table at Pope and Benny and their girlfriends, jealous that they get to flaunt their relationships while you have to keep yours hidden. 

But at the same time you don't want anything to spoil this beautiful thing you have with Frankie. It's too precious to you, too beloved. So you'll keep it a secret for as long as you need to. 

The game is a long one and considering the entire group is ridiculously competitive the air is tense. Pope and Benny's dates are the first to be knocked out, both shrugging and leaning against their boyfriends, watching them play. 

You stand after you fold your latest hand, stretching and announcing that you need a drink. 

"Can you grab me a Coke, baby?" Frankie asks without thinking, his focus on his cards. It's an innocuous comment, one he's made to you at home dozens of times before.

Immediately he realizes the fuck up. Your eyes are blown wide, your features contorted into horror as you look down at him. He snaps his attention to the group abruptly, his face blanching and his shoulders rising. The men nearby give puzzled looks in your direction. 

"The fuck did you just call her?" Pope laughs, amusement clear in his handsome features. 

"He called her baby," Benny says with a grins, taking a swig of his beer. 

"He didn't!" 

"Asked her to get him a drink!" 

"The fuck?" you say forcing a laugh and giving Frankie a look of disdain. "I know your girlfriend dumped you but I'm not throwing you a pity lay, Morales. I'm not really into guys who wear baseball caps past the age of twenty."

The group erupts into drunken laughter that you both join in on. But you don't see the hurt in Frankie's soulful eyes.

"I'm gonna grab that drink," you tell the group, needing some air and a chance to stop the pounding of your heart. 

"Can you get me one, baby?" Will teases.

"Of course honey," you tease right back with a wink.

You don't even cast a look in Frankie's direction. His stomach twists when you return to the table with a bottle of beer for yourself and Will and no drink for him. 

"When are you gonna bring a guy around for poker night?" Benny slurs from the other end of the table.  "You been single too long."

"Maybe that's how I like it."

You swallow nervously, your cards growing slippery in your damp hands. They've never asked you things like this. Why now?

"C'mon," Pope urges, pressing a kiss to his girlfriends' shoulder. "I bet Yovanna can set you up with one of her friends, couldn't you, bonita?."

"Oh yes!" Yovanna nods, smiling. 

"I dunno about that," you say, your face heating. You force your attention back to your cards. "I'm pretty busy with work."

"Too busy to date anyone?" Will says, trying to say it lightly but failing miserably. You can feel irritation radiating off of Frankie beside you. A quick glance out the corner of your eyes tells you he's clenching his jaw as he looks at his cards. 

You want to squeeze against Frankie, bury your face in his neck and assure him that he's the only man for you. That you think about Frankie more than you think about yourself some days. That you've imagined an entire life with him, a future. That Will is perfectly nice but you're utterly besotted with Frankie. 

"Not really into dating right now," you chirp, grin widening. "I'm more into winning all your money. That’s a full house, bitches!"

The group groans as you pull the money towards you, slipping the winnings from this round into your jeans pocket. The game continues on for several more rounds, until it's late and you feel yourself drifting. 

"I should head out," Frankie says with a sigh, tossing his cards into the center of the table. "Don't have any more money left to lose tonight."

He stands, moving out the door without a backwards glance at you. You know the drill, you can’t leave at the same time. You stretch after the folding your cards.

"I should head out too," you say forcing a yawn. "Gotta be into work early tomorrow. Night guys."

The group bids you both drunken goodbyes, their focus on the remaining pot of cash in between them. You wave, heading out the door in search of Frankie around the corner. You see him leaning against his truck looking delicious. His broad arms are crossed in front of him, but his customary smile is replaced by a look of sullen displeasure.  

When you're safely away from the house inside his truck your hand reaches for his across the bench seat. You're confused when he pulls out of reach, his hand going to the wheel. This confuses you because you’ve never taken a drive with Frankie where his hand wasn’t on your knee.

You pull on your seatbelt, convinced you must have mistaken him pulling away earlier as he starts the car. Maybe he just needs both hands to drive tonight. The weather has taken a turn, raining lightly in the darkness.

"Benny's new girl seems nice," you offer in the quiet of the drive. You glance over at Frankie when he doesn't reply. "You okay?"

"Hated how you looked at me tonight," Frankie finally gets out, his voice rasping. "Like I disgusted you."

Immediately you feel your heart sink. 

"You know I didn't mean it," you say, reaching for him and again Frankie shrugs out of your grip, his dark eyes somber as he drives. 

"Seemed real easy for you to say that shit," Frankie says tightly. "Pity lay?"

"Frankie we agreed we didn't want anyone to know," you reply, irritation rising in you that he seems to be blaming you. "That we didn't want our relationship under a microscope. I'm only doing what we both agreed was right."

"Yep," Frankie nods sharply, his dark eyes on the road. "Guess I didn't realize that meant flirting with Will all night." 

Jealousy coils in him, twisting between his ribs and pulling angrily, causing his temper to flare, his body to tense up. 

"I wasn't flirting, Frankie."

"Could've fooled me."

He's at your house now, pulled up to the curb with the engine still running. You swallow the frustration in your chest, turning to Frankie. You really like him and you don't want to fight. You can work this out; you just need to discuss it. 

But Frankie still isn't looking at you. His hand is just curled around the steering wheel and his face is partially hidden in shadow. All you can make out is the sharp of his jaw under his scruff. 

"You wanna come in so we can talk about this?"

"I'm tired," Frankie replies with a soft shake of his head. "Gonna head home."

"Tomorrow then?"

Frankie shrugs. 

This was a fun dream. A sweet illusion. But there's no way it can continue. No way that you're gonna wanna stick with Frankie for the long haul. Not when men like Will want you. 

"Right." You give a disgusted scoff, pulling the seatbelt off of you. "I think I'm gonna be tired for the next week or so, so I wouldn't bother calling."

"I won't."

"Good."

You jump out of the still running truck, slamming the door behind you and making your way to your house. You're thankful he can't see the tears that slip down your cheek as he drives off into the darkness.

///

Frankie has a brutal stubborn streak and a temper to match. The problem is so do you. No one is willing to be the first to wave the white flag. Instead you both give each other the silent treatment. It goes on for over a week, neither of you bending. No texts, no calls, no nothing.

But it's Frankie who breaks first when one evening he finds his pillow no longer smells of your shampoo. The panic of knowing that like the faded scent, you're disappearing from his life. 

He throws himself into his truck and begun driving over to your place. He doesn't even want to waste time texting or calling. He just wants to see your face, to take it between his hands and kiss it. To apologize to you because he's been a fucking idiot. 

How could he have been so pissed off at you for something you both agreed on? Something that he'd fucking suggested? So insecure when you've never given him reason to be?

He drives to your place and when he sees Will's car parked out front he feels like he's going to be sick. He thinks maybe he's made a mistake but then he sees that fucking space invaders bumper sticker.

Will is inside your house, in there with you. 

Images of the two of you fucking immediately flood his mind. Will fucking you in the bed Frankie helped you to set up the bed frame for. You making the same noises for Will that you do for Frankie. 

It takes all his willpower to keep driving, to swallow the lump that's formed in his throat at the thought you could move on so quickly. 

But that dark part in the back of his head insists that this is for the best. That he was never worthy of you anyway. That he needs to let you move on with Will.

Frankie is friends with the group so he doesn't miss a poker night or drinks out or going to the batting cages. When your absence is commented on by the group he pretends to be equally perplexed until Will comments that he thinks you're busy with work. The same kind of shit Frankie used to say to cover up that you were together. 

He doesn't let Will see his irritation. He doesn't ask Will about you. He wants you to be happy. 

He doesn't let anyone see his heartbreak. 

///

When the third week of silence from Frankie ends you feel your resolve dissolving. Yes, he'd been an asshole, but Frankie was also delicate at times. More delicate than you gave him credit for. 

He'd been through a lot and perhaps this reaction was out of fear not anger. This is what you told yourself as you sent off the text to him. 

Hey. Busy tonight?

Yep. Got a date. 

You feel as if you've been punched in the gut. You're breathing sharply when his second text comes through seconds later.

Tell Will I say hi. 

You frown at the message, confused. But you don't parse it. You're too upset. Too hurt. He just ... Moved on? One fight and he's fucking met someone else?

You were so fucking stupid to do this. To fall in with one of Tom's friends. He'd warned you off all of them and given you good reasons for why none of them were dating material. 

But then you'd met Frankie Morales. The man with the shy smile and dark curls peeking out under a faded ball cap and all warnings had been forgotten. 

You allowed yourself to fall head over heels, quickly and without protecting yourself. Like a skydiver jumping eagerly out of the plane without a parachute. 

But now you wish you'd listened. Because the pain of losing Frankie is worse than anything you could have anticipated. 

Your phone chirrups with a text from Pope. 

Where the fuck have u been?

Work is busy. 

Not too busy to come have drinks with us tomorrow night.

Sorry can't. 

Either you come out or I'll send Will and Frankie in to drag you out of your office in front of everyone. 

...

What pub?

///

Frankie watches you walk into the pub from under the brim of his hat. You've obviously just come from work; you have that serious look about you. It dissolves slightly when you see the group calling your name. 

It's been weeks since he last saw you and it's like you've only gotten more beautiful. Your smile brighter, your eyes luminous. You give a wave to the group, eyes sweeping over Frankie as if he's just another one of the guys. 

He's confused when Will greets you casually, no standing up and kissing when you waltz over.

"We've missed you," Benny says sliding you over a drink as you take the free spot next to Will in the booth.

You feel warmed by the realization that these men are your friends. That you're not just a placeholder for Tom. 

"Works been so busy," you explain with a shy shrug. "Tell me what I missed."

"Hmmm well Benny and Carmella have started a couple's pottery class," Will tells you smiling as Benny rolls his eyes, his eyes on his phone as he texts his girlfriend. "Catfish here officially got his license back and Pope here is still annoyingly good looking."

"Obnoxiously so," Pope agrees, tapping his beer bottle against Will's in cheers.

You force a smile to your face as the group laughs but all you can hear is Catfish got his license back. 

You'd talked about what you'd both do when that happened. That you'd bake him a cake and you'd go celebrate with the biggest steak at the nicest restaurant. That you'd ride him before he took you for a ride in his friend’s helicopter. 

You'd made these plans giggling in bed, warmed by each other's bodies and smiles. 

Now it seems like a lifetime ago. 

"Congrats," you say to Frankie, looking at his ear and not his eyes. "I'm really happy for you."

He probably doesn't even remember what you'd planned. Or worse he's gonna do it with his new girl. 

"Thanks," Frankie replies in a soft voice, no malice left in it. His eyes are on your face, the longing clear in them, not that you're looking at his eyes. 

He misses you something terrible. All he wants is to pull you into his arms and cover your face with kisses. He's so fucking furious with himself for letting you get away. 

Will leans back in the booth, arms sliding against the back of your seat as he stretches. Frankie's face immediately darkens and he's sullen as the rest of the group laughs and jokes. 

A short while later someone suggests darts and you all agree, going to stand around the only free one left at the side of the pub. 

You go first, you're usually very good. But you can feel Frankie's eyes on you, burning through your clothes. You falter, your darts barely making it into the circular cork. 

"She's lost her edge," Will jokes, slinging an arm around your neck companionably. "Spending too much time at work, not enough time at the pub."

You laugh up at him, eyes disappearing into half moons. Frankie watches this and feels his stomach churn. Its one thing to move on with Will, but it’s quite another to rub it in Frankie’s fucking face.

"Move," he says gruffly to the two of you. You look at him shocked, hurt at how he's spoken to you both.  

"Someone's got their panties in a twist," Will says smirking at the rest of the group. "I'm gonna get another round."

Frankie ignores him, tossing his own darts. They don't even hit the outer circle; they just careen off into the nearby wood. He grimaces and turns to see you watching, your face unreadable.

"What?" Frankie challenges, his neck going red. His dark eyes narrow on your face. "Like you did so much better?" 

His voice is so dark and spiteful Pope and Benny turn from their conversation at the sound of it. 

"Dude, calm down," Benny says looking from you to Frankie. 

Pope says something as well but all Frankie can focus on is the way your eyes are filling up with tears. He feels all his frustration and anger leave him, replaced with icy shame as you murmur about going to the bathroom, shouldering past Will as he returns with the drinks. 

He barely waits ten seconds before he's following you, not caring how it looks, not caring that you're with Will. He needs to talk to you, to touch you. 

He gets to you just before you're heading into the women's bathroom. He grips your wrist.

"We need to talk."

You allow him to tug your limp arm as he pulls you outside the pub along with him. It's drizzling and cars are driving by but neither of you care. You pull back from his grip, eyes on the wet cement. Frankie gazes at you, wishing you would look at him. 

"Why are you being so mean?" You suddenly ask in a quiet, hollow voice. "You're a lot of things, Frankie. But mean isn't one of them."

Frankie feels his heart sink at the accusation, mostly because it's true, and also because he never wanted you to think of him as anything less than. 

Irritation and hurt flash on his features now, his arms crossing in front of his chest.

"Hard not to be upset when the girl you were seeing moves on with your friend." 

Your head raises, eyes narrowing. "What?"

"You and Will," Frankie says, trying to act like it doesn't hurt him just to say the words. "I'm happy for you both but doesn't mean I wanna see it every time we all hang out.”

"What the fuck are you talking about?" 

You're really going to act dumb? He sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck, smoothing the curls there.  

"I drove by your house a couple weeks ago," Frankie finally says, mouth in a frown. "After the poker night. I was coming to apologize."

Hope blooms behind your rib cage, a bouquet of desire and genuine need for Frankie overtaking the weeds of your previous devastation. He came to see you? To apologize? 

"You did?"

"Yeah." Frankie's normally sweet, soft eyes are hard. "Saw Will's car out front." 

Your face is confused, your eyes scanning the air as if you're trying to recall. And then suddenly you do. Your hope crumbles to dust. You realize now what all of this was. Possessive male bullshit. The kind of thing you thought Frankie was above.

"He came to borrow my portable BBQ," you tell him flatly. "He mentioned that he needed it for camping and I offered mine since I never use it."

Frankie feels his face slackening in disbelief. He blinks rapidly a few times, his posture going from rigid to loose.

"He wasn't there to-"

"To fuck me?" You shake your head with a sneer. "No, Frankie. You see, I was really into this other guy at the time so fucking someone else never even crossed my mind. But thanks for assuming that I’ll just fall into bed with someone every time we have a fight."

Frankie's heart hammers and shame suffuses him. He feels like a fucking moron. How could he ever have thought you’d do it? How could he have thought so little of both you and Will? He takes a step towards you as you hold out a hand between your bodies, your gaze turned icy. 

"Don't even think about it."

You slip past him, heading inside and grabbing your purse. You're flustered and give the group a sharp goodbye, ignoring their questions as you dash from the pub, your second beer untouched. 

Frankie returns to the group moments later, his eyes red-rimmed. He's confused when the group just stares at him in disbelief. 

Benny is twisting the dart in his fingers, Pope has his arms crossed and Will just looks abashed. They all shoot each other confused looks when Frankie reaches for his dart. 

"Aren't you going after your girl, Fish?"

Frankie feels his stomach twisting at Pope's words. "Huh?"

"She just left here looking really upset," Will adds. "I think she was almost crying."

Frankie looks at the concerned faces of all his friends and he leans against the wall in disbelief. There’s a heavy silence there, pitying looks from all of them. No menace, no anger. Just overwhelming sadness for their friend.

"You ... You all knew?"

The men nod, smirks on all their faces. 

"And you aren't pissed?"

"Jealous? Yes," Will laughs. "Not angry though. Why would we be?"

"The promise to Tom -"

"Tom isn't here and you're both adults. And I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time," Pope says, looking thoughtful. “Maybe ever.”

Frankie can barely believe what's happening. All the sneaking around, the stress of being caught, all for nothing. He could have been holding you, calling you his girl in public this whole time. 

"How long did you know?"

"After the poker night," Pope says. Frankie feels his body deflating. 

"How?"

"Saw the receipt for chips, salsa and pretzels. Saw how you were when Will was flirting with her." Pope shrugs. "Put two and two together."

"I never knew until later that night," Will says looking apologetic. "I never would have chatted her up if I knew you were with her, Fish."

"We felt like assholes after talking about setting her up on dates and all that shit," Benny adds. 

"Yeah, well, we're not together anymore," Frankie mumbles, hating that he has to tell them this. Hating that he's fumbled the best thing that ever happened to him. 

"But you were, right?"

"Yeah."

"How long was it going on?" Pope asks.

"Four months."

"But you and that coffee shop girl-"

"Wasn't real," Frankie sighs, putting his forehead in his hand. "Just didn't want you guys to catch onto us."

The men share an amused look. 

"Well your girl sold it," Benny confirms. "You not so much."

His girl. His girl. Frankie is almost elated at the sound of it. Then devastated when he realizes that he’s fucked it all up.

"Every time she came into the damn room you'd stop talking," Pope points out. "You'd get all squirrelly."

"We thought you just didn't like her or something," Will shrugs. "Didn't realize you were in love with her."

"In love?" Frankie says, dark eyes fixed on Will's. He's never said those words aloud in regards to you.  Thought them, whispered them at home alone as he thought of you, but never spoken them to you.

"Yeah," Will nods, brows furrowed. "You're in love with her, aren't you?"

///

You decide to make pancakes that night, a comfort food because you are desperately in need of comfort. You've been trying not to cry since you drove home, trying to forget Frankie's face as you left him in the pub.

He thought you were with Will? He thought that your feelings could so easily be swayed? 

All you can see is the Frankie’s beautiful eyes of his that you'd fallen in love with first, followed quickly by his laugh, his smile, the way he runs his fingers through his hair when he adjusts his cap. The way he loves fiercely and his first instinct is to protect. 

You pull into your driveway with your grocery bag, confused when you see Frankie's truck already there. He's standing on your porch, face eager as he watches you park. Frowning you take your shopping bag from the car and stalk towards your front door, ignoring Frankie entirely.

"Go home Frankie."

He watches you approach, his heart hammering in his chest. You look so fierce, so strong, so fucking beautiful. He hates that he's wasted time not being with you. 

"Can we talk?"

"Had three weeks to talk," you bite back as you look for your house key. He watches you search through your purse until you find it. 

"I know," Frankie insists, voice low. "I'm so sorry." 

The emotion in his voice catches you off guard. You don't glance at him when you unlock the door but you do wait for him when you push it open. 

"You've got five minutes."

He walks in after you, watching you head to the kitchen. He closes the door, watching as you take down bowls and bring out the whisk. He can see that you're making pancakes, your comfort meal and this tugs at his heartstrings. 

He normally makes you pancakes for dinner on the days you text you're having a tough day. When your boss is on your ass and you want to cry in the ladies room. On those nights Frankie would be there at your place with flowers on your kitchen table and pancakes flipping in the pan. 

He watches you measure the dry mix into the bowl, followed by the egg and milk. He knows it's going to taste like shit because Frankie always makes his from scratch with vanilla and a pinch of cinnamon. 

"Down to four minutes," you snap at him, breaking him from his trance of watching you mix everything in the bowl. He stands on the outside of the kitchen, framed by the arch leading into it.

He feels awkward, his broad shoulders too-wide for your small space, his body out of place here in the warmth of your home. A place he normally felt so at ease in, suddenly gloomy and foreign.

"The guys know about us."

You stop your mixing to look over at him, your face pinched. "Why would you tell them?"

"They already knew," Frankie says, stepping further into the kitchen, feet soundless against the tiles. "Turns out I'm not so great at being subtle."

You turn back to your batter, mixing with a soft hum. 

"Can't say it's one of your strong points," you say with a small curl of your lip. A smirk. That small motion gives Frankie enough encouragement to keep walking towards you. 

"Were they upset?"

"No."

"Really?" You've stopped mixing long enough to see Frankie is beside you now, leaning against the counter, his eyes tilted to your face. You don’t dare look at him when you shrug. "Well, guess that doesn't matter now anyway."

Your mixing resumes again as you glance to see that the butter is melted in the pan on the stove. You try to ignore the way Frankie is staring at you. 

"They asked me if I was in love with you."

He sees your body tense at this proclamation. He sees the way your eyes dart to his face only to leave once more. Your breathing is increasing, your hands completely stilled over the bowl. From here he can see some of the mix that has dribbled onto your wrist.

"What did you tell them?"

"That I was," Frankie admits almost breathless. "That I'd been a fucking insecure idiot because I was so terrified at how much I loved you." 

Your body starts to thrum. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.

"Terrified?" you ask gently. You turn off the stove, pancakes forgotten for the moment.  Frankie’s eyes, those beautiful eyes capture yours and you can’t look away this time. You can only stare up at him as he speaks in that shy, rasping way of his.

"Last woman I cared about got pregnant by another guy and tried to convince me it was mine," Frankie tells you. "Only then I had coke to keep me from falling apart."

You nod, knowing this story of Frankie's past. He knows that you know this, but he has to remind you. It explains the next part, even though he hates bringing it up in front of you. He doesn’t like you to see his weaknesses. But he needs you to and he knows that you’ll accept them.

"But now I'm sober, I don't have any way to escape when I feel... I've never...." Frankie looks concerted, taking off his cap to nervously run his fingers through his hair before replacing it. "I've never felt about someone the way I do about you. Never. It scares the fuck outta me."

You want to leap into his arms. You want to kiss him until you're both breathless. But the text, the girl, all of it flashes into your mind. The relieved smile that had started in your cheeks quickly dies, the light in your eyes dimming. Frankie sees all of this, confused at your sudden withdrawal.

"You liked me so much you decided to start dating someone new a week after we'd had a fight?"

Frankie's cheeks flame and he gives a nervous smirk. "That uh... was kinda because I thought you were with Will."

Your jaw clenches at how amused he seems. "Didn't stop you from going on a date."

"Cariño," Frankie says, his voice low. "She was as real as the coffee shop girl."

"What?"

"I thought you were with Will," Frankie shrugs, neck reddening. "I wanted to look like I'd moved on too."

You blink up at him and then you can't help it, you laugh. A loud, melodic thing that Frankie can't help but join in on. 

"You fucking liar," you grin, both amused at the situation and so fucking relieved. 

Frankie's eyes are damp, unsure if from laughter or what he's about to tell you. You let him cup your face in his wide hands, nuzzling against the warmth of them. 

"I wasn't lying about what I said before," Frankie says, his thumb grazing your cheek. "I love you, querida." 

You don't hesitate. You can't. Not when it's been bubbling up within you for weeks. 

"I love you too, Morales."

Frankie hears those words and feels his entire body lightening. As if just your voice could soothe every ailment, your mere presence purge every bad feeling from his body. It also scares the shit out of him. To know that what you both have is real. To know that it isn't casual. That both of your hearts are on the line. 

He knows he will have to be better for you. To learn to communicate, to bring you close when he's scared instead of trying to push you away. It starts tonight.

He lowers his mouth to yours, kissing softly. You melt into him, warmed by the strong arms that encircle you. By the only man you want warming your arms and your bed. The only man you want for the rest of your life even if its dizzying in its proportion.

"I'm scared."

"Me too."

Frankie is comforted by this. That is not just him that feels the enormity of the shift. He pushes your hair behind one ear, taken entirely by how beautiful you look in the low kitchen light.

"My pillow doesn't smell like you anymore," you tell him and his eyes blow wide.

"Mine doesn't smell like you either," he admits, a small crooked smirk on his face. "That's why I drove over that night."

You make a humming noise, stroking his face, fingernails rasping over his stubbled cheek. He watches your eyes crinkle in amusement. 

"I can't believe you thought I'd go for Will."

"He's handsome, smart, has his life together," Frankie shrugs. "What can I offer you compared to him?"

Your face goes serious, your eyes searching his. 

"You're everything I want, Frankie."

His mouth finds yours once more, his hands skating down your back until you're arched against him and it isn't long before the kisses turn heated, his hands coming to stroke you through your shirt. 

When Frankie begins licking into your mouth you decide that the pancakes can be saved for later. You move your mouth to graze his earlobe. 

"Do you remember what we said we'd do when you got your license back, Morales?"

Frankie smiles against your mouth, his voice dropping to a soft purr as his arms bring you tighter against him. "I do."

"Should we go to the bedroom then?" You arch a playful brow. "You get your ride and then I get mine?"

"Anything you want, cariño," Frankie says, kissing you deeply. "Anything you want."

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