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quin-ns · 1 year

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Sleeping Bag (Joel Miller x Reader)

Word count: 1.7K

Summary: you can’t get comfortable in your sleeping bag, so joel invites you into his

Tags: age gap (mostly implied), anxiety, fluff, protective/caring!joel, comfort, cuddling, sharing a sleeping bag (instead of the one bed trope lol), kissing (forehead and lips), it’s just cute short and fun

A/N: simple and quick, inspired by ep 4 when joel and ellie were in sleeping bags in the woods, but no explicit spoilers. I’ve been wanting to write for joel since episode one and finally got an idea. pretty sure more will be coming soon…

Cross-posted to ao3 • tlou masterlist • writing masterlist

After sleeping in a bed in the QZ’s for years, suddenly trying to get comfortable in a sleeping bag on the ground was proving difficult for you.

What a spoiled thought to have, right? Well, it wasn’t just that. You were out in the open woods. There could be infected anywhere. They could come for you any second. How could you close your eyes and rest peacefully knowing you were no longer behind the barrier walls?

Ellie was already asleep, you could hear her light snores. Your back was facing him, but you assumed Joel was asleep as well given his stillness. You rolled from your side to your back and sighed.

You had to sleep. You should’ve been tired. You and Joel had taken turns driving, although since you didn’t have much driving experience Joel became concerned when you began to struggle with the gear shift and mixed up the pedals (it only happened once but he couldn’t let it go). Joel had grown exhausted and didn’t want to stress you out by making you drive without him as backup/support, so you all stopped for the night. He was thoughtful like that; even if he was a bit grouchy sometimes.

You turned from your back to your other side, eyes landing on Joel. He was facing you, eyes closed, breathing steadily. The older man actually seemed to be at peace. He only looked like that when he was asleep. The moment he woke up, you knew he’d have that slight pout and furrow of his brows that you’d become accustomed to.

If Joel caught you staring, you wondered what he’d say. You could never pinpoint the way he viewed you. Friend? Daughter? Burden? You’d be way more okay with the previous two as long as it wasn’t the third. Although if you were being honest with yourself, you hoped it was none of the above.

Despite his age and his tough nature, you had a thing for Joel. Like, a thing. Feelings, attraction, affection—whatever you wanted to call it. Definitely a crush. Love? Maybe. It was a little bit confusing, but nothing in this life was simple.

Joel had taken you under his wing a while back and looked after you. He was incredibly protective and even if he wasn’t the best with expressing himself, Joel cared for you. He made you feel safe. He was there for you when you had no one else.

You rolled to your other side. Then back. Simply put, tossing and turning. The thought that you were being loud don’t even cross your mind until—

“What are you doing?” Joel’s voice caught your attention.

You let out a sigh, feeling bad that you’d woken the man up. You turned back to face him. “I can’t sleep,” you confessed.

“I can tell,” he murmured. “Do you plan on rolling around all night?”

You frowned to yourself. “I'm sorry.”

Joel exhaled softly and even in the dark, you could see the sympathy in those deep brown eyes of his. You hadn’t realized that subconsciously, you’d moved closer to him.

“It’s okay.” He had a soft spot for you, even though he’d probably deny it.

“I’ll try and be… still, I guess.” You knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep. “Just go back to sleep, I’ll be fine.” That was a lie.

“No,” he decided after a moment. You furrowed your brows. “You need sleep too.”

“I can’t get comfortable,” you replied. You let a few seconds pass before adding, “…and I’m too anxious.”

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” Joel promised like if there was one thing he was sure about, it was that.

It meant a lot, it really did. But you huffed out a humorless laugh and went to a worse case scenario. “You’re all the way over there. If an infected wanted to get me, it could. Before you could stop it.”

Joel was quiet for a few beats. You hadn’t meant to insult him, but it was true. It didn’t matter how safe you felt with him there. They were faster than him. Faster than anyone.

“So then come over here,” Joel offered, voice still thick with sleep. It sounded incredibly enticing.

The image of you crawling into his sleeping bag crossed your mind faster than you could stop it. You had to do a double take. “Like… scoot over there?” you tried to clarify inconspicuously.

“If you’re against sharing with me.”

So, he had meant what you’d hoped for. Your heart skipped a little beat and you swallowed.

“I’m not.”

All Joel did was hum. You unzipped your sleeping bag and left the warmth. Joel was ready and waiting when you moved over to him, enveloping you into the safety of his sleeping bag and heavy arms. You wiggled around a little bit until you got comfortable. For the first time since you’d left the QZ, it didn’t take long.

“Thank you,” you mumbled softly, trying to keep your breathing calm. Being so close to Joel was causing you to become less focused on sleep and more focused on the way his breath sounded so close to your ear.

“Mmhhmm,” he hummed from deep in his throat with closed lips. You thought it was going to be left at that, but then you heard his gruff voice. “I know it’s been hard on you.” You opened your mouth to deny it, but he continued. “Even if you’re too stubborn to admit it beyond makin’ snarky comments.”

You took in a breath. He got you on that one, and you both knew it. “Since when do you know me this well?”

“Since always,” Joel pointed out. “You’re easy to read.”

“For you maybe.”

“Yeah, for me,” he agreed, sounding pleased with himself. Joel was silent for a long moment, listening to the soft rustle of your body as you gazed around your surroundings. The grass, the trees, the darkness… “I’m sorry for being so selfish.”

The sudden apology confused you. “What?”

“You’ve never been outside of the QZ before, and for good reason,” Joel started. “It’s a scary world out here and I shouldn’t have subjected you to it. I shouldn’t have brought you along.”

His voice was full of guilt that seemed to come out of nowhere, but given all he had to say you suspected he’d been carrying it since you left.

“I wanted to come with you,” you assured him. You never second guessed that decision despite everything that had happened so far. “Where is this coming from?”

“You’re scared and it’s my fault.” You could hear the deep frown in his voice.

“You’re the reason I feel safe right now,” you said without a second thought. It was true. You wanted him to know that. There was something you wanted to know too, now, and you couldn’t help but ask. “Do you not want me here?”

“I do,” Joel confessed. “That’s why I’m selfish.” There was a pause but you didn’t dare speak. “I didn’t want to be away from you.”

A wave of realization crashed over you.

You wiggled around, turning until you were facing him. You offered him a soft, delicate smile that you hoped he could see despite the dark.

“It almost sounds like you care about me. A lot,” you couldn’t help but tease.

“You know I care about you,” Joel stated, like it was the most obvious thing. Maybe he’d tried to cover it up in the past, but someone would have to be blind to not see that you meant something to Joel.

“I care about you too,” you admitted with much more ease. He knew, though.

Joel, in an uncharacteristically soft gesture, pressed a kiss to your forehead. You could hardly believe it. But it felt nice. You liked the affection. And coming from someone like Joel who never let their guard down, it was significant enough to leave you speechless.

“It’s gonna be daylight soon,” he muttered. “You should try and get some sleep.”

“Yeah, okay,” you agreed with a slight nod. “Just… one more thing.” It took everything you had to be brave enough to say that, and to do what you were going to do next.

There was basically no space between the two of you, but you managed to bring your hand up to Joel’s face and cup his jaw. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Joel didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. He took charge, but it wasn’t surprising. He had a dominating presence and was rough around the edges, you didn’t think he’d be delicate with you.

Not that you minded.

His lips moved against yours, almost in a frenzy. Like he was scared you’d slip away from him. It was so needy, so passionate. You wished you would’ve done this much, much sooner

Joel found the willpower to break away from the kiss before you. You would’ve happily lost consciousness in order to kiss him for just a few more moments. But then you’d worry him, and you hated to see Joel worry.

But you didn’t see worry when you looked into his eyes. You saw a hint of wonder. You were both staring into a new beginning as you gazed upon one another. He was panting a little, both of your soft breaths intertwining.

“You need sleep,” he reminded you.

Of course he still couldn’t drop the protector role. He wasn’t wrong about that, either. You smiled to yourself, the feel of his lips still ghosting yours despite the distance. You twisted in the sleeping bag without a word, knowing that you’d never be able to sleep facing Joel. You’d probably be too busy staring at him…

So yeah, you laid with your back to his chest and closed your eyes. His arms held you tight against his firm body. Not only providing warmth, but security as well.

“Goodnight,” Joel mumbled to you, already dozing back off. You could hear the soft smile in his voice despite the tiredness. It seemed easier for him to sleep wherever, although you liked to think you were bringing him some kind of comfort as well. With the way he held you against him it wouldn’t be an unrealistic thought.

“Goodnight, Joel,” you replied softly, finally able to relax your breathing. The feel of Joel’s body pressed against you, his strong arms around you—it felt like a dream. Safe and sound, away from the dangers that lie not far off. And soon enough, you were finally able to close your eyes and fall into a peaceful sleep.

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strangerstilinski · 7 months

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𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙬, 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

summary; it’s been a long couple of months, and after a particularly rough night, your ex boyfriend finds his way straight back to you.

warnings; no use of y/n, post s4, exes-to-lovers, description of injury and blood, hurt/comfort, emotional sex, unprotected vaginal sex, a lil bit of cockwarming

word count; ~5k

a/n; i meant for this to be a quick little hurt/comfort thing but then my mind kind of ran wild and it turned into.. this. but i think i really like how it turned out sooo, y'know.. leave a comment/tag/reblog if you enjoy!

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+

You're not entirely certain who you were expecting to find on the other side of your door at two in the morning, and maybe you should've given the possibilities a bit more thought before unlocking the door and swinging it open wide, effectively exposing yourself to whatever may be waiting on the other side — but you don't. And it's with a sleep-slowed brain, a baggy tshirt resting high on your naked thighs, and bare feet that drag lazy across cold floorboards, that you find yourself staring at your ex boyfriend.

Steve Harrington.

He's standing in front of you looking a little nervous, a little lost, and a whole lot like he's just come from some sort of brawl. The sudden brightness of the hallway lights outside of your apartment makes your eyes ache and you're squinting, one hand coming up to block a bit of the light just as your heart drops as you take him in.

His hair is a little longer than when you last saw him, impossible for him to keep from flopping down over his forehead while the ends curl at the nape of his neck, light shining down on the strands and streaking golden through the locks that you'd run your hands through once upon a time. But you're hardly able to process or file away those small changes when your gaze begins frantically to absorb the more important and wildly more alarming details in his appearance.

The light wash of his jeans is covered in splotches of denim slightly darker than the rest where something's been spilled down his leg, streaks of dirt rubbed into the knees like he'd fallen down, and blood — there are crimson drops of it splattered along the fabric at his thigh, likely his, likely from the split lip he's sporting, or perhaps from his bruising nose.. When those red smears crusted beneath his nostrils had been fresh and wet and had clearly dripped down past his chin and onto the collar of his shirt, which also seems to be stained in an array of red-splotched fabric.

“Fuck. Steve, what-” Your voice shakes through the sleepy rasp in your throat, blood roaring in your ears at the familiarity of it all — the scene in front of you sending that achingly familiar trickle of fear and worry and panic all racing down your spine.

“I- Hey, sweetheart.” His own voice cracks a little like his throat's been scraped raw from shouting. He's got his hands tucked away in his back pockets like he might be able to make himself small enough that you won't start yelling, his eyes sad and a little pleading as he gives you a weak smile. He lets out a small hiss of a wince when the motion pulls at the slow drying scab on his lower lip.

“Stevie..” The nickname slips out before you can swallow it down.

You think that you might be in shock, if the adrenaline shooting through your veins is anything to go by. It's making it a little difficult to think clearly as you stumble through the doorway, hands coming into contact with his chest as you brace yourself. Your thumbs find those drops of blood that are still drying into the fabric of his shirt, shaking fingers dragging over the freckles on the side of his throat on their way to his jaw.

You have to fight the instinct to linger on those faded scars encircling his neck, have to fight to push back the memories of the night that things between you had finally fallen apart — when all of Steve's half-truths and secrets and outright lies had finally pushed you to your breaking point. The night of the earthquake. When he'd shown up on your doorstep in the early hours of the morning, just like this, looking like he'd been to hell and back, in search of comfort and someone to patch him up but apparently not looking to give out any explanations for the state he'd come to you in. Not for the marks on his neck, and certainly not for the horrifying chunks of flesh that had been torn from his stomach and sides.

The fear you'd felt that night coils in your gut again. It's the very same fear that you'd endured eight months before the end, when Steve had gone awol for forty-eight hours only to find you the evening of the mall fire. That time, his left eye had been nearly swollen shut, body littered in bruises in varying shades of black and purple. You'd sat with him in the bathtub with your limbs carefully wrapped around him for hours, until the water had gone ice cold, and even after that he'd been glued to your side until morning. You'd both burrowed beneath a pile of blankets despite the summer heat, legs tangled and sweaty bodies clinging to one another. Even though you couldn't begin to understand how the fire could have been the cause of his turmoil, of his injuries, you'd still held him tight, one hand tangled in his damp hair at all times while he'd clutched onto you like you were his lifeline. The hours it had taken for the tremble in his hands to fade had nearly broken your heart.

It's all a little too much, the position that you've suddenly been thrust back into.

“Wh-? What the hell happened?” You question hoarsely.

Why you bother to ask now, you're not entirely sure. You're certainly not expecting him to give you any answers, but as your thumb pushes gently into the swelling softness of his busted lip, the fingers of your opposite hand brushing the hair back from his blood-spattered forehead, Steve sighs.

“It's not.. I was at the bar. Got into a fight.” He admits with another wince as your thumb skates up the bridge of his nose.

“Got into a fight or started a fight?” You ask quietly, eyes flicking slow between his; they're tired and bloodshot, his lashes clumped together like maybe he'd been crying, caramel swirling in the pretty brown depths that you'd been steadfastly avoiding thinking about these last few months.

A huff crackles as he tries to push a sigh from his blood-clogged nose, his hands finally leaving his pockets to hang awkwardly at his sides while he gives a small shrug, “..’was stupid.” He says in lue of a direct answer.

“I'm sure it was,” You grumble under your breath, swallowing your instincts and forcing yourself to take a small step back, your hands falling away so you can hug your arms across your own chest with a sigh, “What're you doing here, Steve?”

“I didn't know where to.. I..” The words don't seem to come and he falters, shrinking in on himself further, “I don't know.” He admits after a moment.

Your eyes close as your emotions threaten to overwhelm you, “I can't-”

“Please,” Steve nearly whispers the word and when you meet his eyes again, his gaze is a little watery, “I know you don't want to see me. I know you're still mad. And.. You have every right to be, okay? But-”

“But what?” You plead weakly, fingers digging a little meanly into your own arms.

“I just..” He struggles for a moment, hands raking through his hair and ruffling it into further disarray, “I just needed.. I..”

The fissure in your heart cracks wide, the slow healing wound tearing open to expose this gaping thing that feels a little like it might be enough to shatter your soul. Even while the more sensible parts of your brain scream at you to shut the door in his face, you find yourself taking his hand in yours, swollen and blood crusted knuckles under your thumb as you pull him into the dark apartment and close the door behind you.

You push him to sit down on the couch, a wordless order for him to stay put implied in the sidelong glance that you shoot him before turning away to move down the hall and grab your first aid kit and a wet cloth from the bathroom. When you return, Steve hasn't moved an inch, just as miserable and small-looking as you'd left him a few moments before. He's got his fingers tucked into the crook of space behind his knees, the tall streetlight across the road allowing stripes of light to cut across his hunched form, late night shadows eating up everything else.

The coffee table is nudged closer to the sofa with your foot as you sit down in front of him, your bare knees brushing filthy denim when you scoot to the edge of the table and bring the cloth up to his blood-spattered cheek. You're gentle with it, wiping at same spots a few times with the lightest pressure you can manage as the mess proceeds to smear, red-tinged streaks of water against his skin lessening with each careful swipe. Once his face is clean, you move on to the knuckles of his right hand, pulling it from where he has it tucked beneath his thigh to softly wash away the crusted blood from his split and bruising skin.

You work silently for a few minutes. The soiled cloth is dropped against the coffee table with a wet slap and you immediately turn to find the alcohol and cotton balls in the messy basket you keep stored beneath your bathroom sink.

You've just begun to open the package of cotton when Steve says your name, nothing more than a hoarse whisper to break the heavy silence.

When you meet his eyes, the desperation you find there has you faltering for a moment. The warmth that seeps into your skin from each point of contact between you suddenly seems so much stronger. Heat and nerves creep up the back of your neck as you blink at him in question.

The backs of his damp knuckles drag up over your calf before pushing into the smooth skin on the outside of your thigh, his thumb pinching lightly at the doughy flesh there, “I.. Can you..” His hand unfurls and he lets his palm settle against you, his fingertips high enough to slip beneath the hem of your oversized shirt and brush the crook where your thigh meets your hip, “I just.. want..”

He seems incapable of finishing his thoughts, but he doesn't really need to because you know. With the way his free hand comes up to push a lock of hair behind your ear, thumb tracing the line of your jaw to your chin before catching against your lower lip in that all too familiar way, you know what it is that he's asking for.

“Steve..” Your accompanying sigh comes out a little shaky as you exhale it over the pad of his finger, your lashes fluttering as something stirs in your gut in response to his soft touch, “I don't think that's a good-”

“Please.” He whispers again — and, how could you possibly deny him when he sounds so pitiful that it wrenches at your broken heart? While his brows are drawing together like he's already bracing himself for your rejection even as his eyes remain soft and pleading?

And when the hand on your thigh pushes up to slide over the bare skin at the base of your spine, when he applies the barest pressure to urge you toward him, when the fingers on your face slip behind your neck — you're climbing into his lap with little encouragement. Your shins push into the couch cushions on either side of his thighs, hands finding the hem of his ruined shirt and guiding it up over his head in an easy movement that has his hair flopping down over his forehead again.

When your gaze drops, you allow yourself all of ten seconds to trail your fingers over the rough scars across his abdomen. The skin is a little puckered and pink, mottled in a way that it probably wouldn't be if he'd found himself at the hospital that night in late March instead of on your doorstep, but they've healed. It's a far cry from the jagged wounds that you'd tried to clean with blood-stained hands, through quiet sobs and glassy eyes. They'd been so deep, as if something had tried to carve out little bits and pieces of him over and over, like something had torn into him, like something had feasted on his flesh then and left behind nothing but the evidence of small, frighteningly sharp teeth.

Your choked questions ring in your ears even now, the way you'd begged for him to tell you what was going on, who kept hurting him like this — but as easily as your own voice echos in your memories, so does Steve's. You can still hear his agonized groans and cries of pain as you'd tended to his injuries, can still remember the sound of his desperate pleas for you to drop it, to just accept that he couldn't explain-

And you'd asked him then, if it was that he couldn't or that he wouldn't. The resulting silence from him had been answer enough.

Now, Steve seems to know exactly where your mind has gone and he covers your hands with his own, pressing your palms flat against the lingering marks on his skin.

“They're healed.” You state quietly through the emotion clogging your throat. The obviousness of the statement rings stupidly in your ears but you're not sure what else to say in the heavy silence.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, voice hoarse, “I had a pretty good nurse.. Cleaned me up real nice so that I didn't, I dunno, die from an infection or somethin'.”

A laugh pushes up from your throat that borders on a sob, “She sounds cool.” You manage, your thumbnail scraping lightly into the healed patch of skin under your hand.

“Oh, yeah, the coolest.” Steve tells you with the barest hint of a smile pulling at the unbruised side of his mouth. “You okay?” He asks quietly after another moment of silence.

“Yeah. Yeah, 'm fine.” You tell him with a shake of your head.

“Sweetheart..” Steve starts slowly, “I want.. Shit, I- I want you so bad right now, but if you don't want this-” When his hands move to the hem of your sleep shirt, his eyes meet yours in silent question, and your head is nodding a little wildly in approval before you can begin to think too hard about it.

His hands nearly burn with every brush against your bare skin as you strip one another down to nothing, his touch leaving behind invisible streaks of something heavy and terrifyingly melancholy, something that you're sure will linger painfully in your chest long after he's gone and left you with a broken heart and an ever growing list of unanswered questions.

“I still have to clean your cuts.” You tell him quietly.

Steve's eyes only rake over your naked body for a moment before his gaze settles back on yours, “Okay.”

You settle over his lap again and wet a cotton ball with alcohol, “It's gonna hurt.” You warn in a whisper.

“I know.” Steve returns just as softly.

Bracing one hand on the side of his neck, you dab featherlight over his split lip. Steve's jaw clenches at the sting as it seeps into the cut and you murmur a soft apology while you continue to clean the area with careful fingers.

Steve's hands settle on your hips and his eyes flick between yours as he waits for you to meet his gaze. When you look up from his swollen lower lip, he gulps, adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

“Is this okay?” He asks, fingers digging into your flesh a little as he pulls your hips until your groins align nicely.

“Yeah.” You murmur, dabbing at the cut on his lip again just so that you have an excuse to look away from his eyes.

Your heartbeat ricochets against your ribs sharply as Steve guides you to grind slow over his lap, the warmth of him wedged between your spread folds. The way he manhandles you isn't rushed, the movement not nearly as desperate as you'd been expecting from his plea for intimacy. It's slow and quiet and filled with a weight that you wouldn't quite be able to explain if you tried.

It doesn't take long for his cock fatten up and grow stiff underneath you, his length and the patch of hair surrounding it both streaked with slick where your wet cunt has been dragging back and forth. You're both breathing a little heavy as you finish cleaning the cuts on his lip and the bridge of his nose, your faces close though neither one of you make any move to close the distance.

Steve curls an arm around the back of your thigh as he reaches around to guide himself toward your entrance. A breathy sound falls from your lips when you roll your hips back and feel his tip catch, just barely pushing in. He's as thick and warm and perfect as he's always been, and that hunger to have all of him spreads down the back of your tongue like warm honey, but the moment you spread your thighs a little farther to take more, Steve is stopping you.

“Wait, wait, wait. You.. Are you sure you're okay with this?” He asks suddenly. His fingers are digging into your hips, holding you in place to keep you from sinking farther down onto him as he awaits your response.

“Wh-?” Your jaw trembles with something like petulance, a little desperate yourself now that you can feel the fat head of his cock inside you, stretching you wide despite barely breaching your entrance, “You said that you-”

“I do. Fuck, I do, I just want to make sure you're sure.” He says it so soft, so earnest, and his concern has you feeling something resembling whiplash. The two of you haven't spoken in months, but he'd shown up at your front door in the middle of the night and practically begged for you; for your presence and your care and your body.

You want to feel angry with him. For looking out for your well-being now, for being Steve, for bringing up so many feelings that you'd tried so hard to bury, but he's looking up at you with imploring eyes — a gaze that says if you climbed off of his lap now, he wouldn't be upset with you, if anything, he'd be upset with himself and..

It has you reeling a little bit, that blooming affection crawling like rapidly expanding ivy inside your chest.

You brush that stubborn chunk of hair back and off of his forehead again, your fingers combing through to the back of his head until they can toy with the bits curling at the nape of his neck. Your mouth finds its way to the space between his brows, a shaky exhale masked by the kiss you press to his skin before dropping your foreheads together.

“I am. I'm sure.” You promise in a whisper.

When you sink down, both of you groan in synchrony, breathy and guttural. The stretch hurts more than you were expecting, but it's been months since you've done this, so you suppose that the sting from him filling you up is warranted. Your hips settle against his and his arms curl around your back to hold you in place, to hold you close. His chest is flush to yours, scattered hairs on his pecs pressed to your breasts, the tip of your nose still barely avoiding brushing against the bruised bridge of his own.

The sensation of being so full leaves you feeling a little overwhelmed, the intimacy of the moment suddenly too heavy. His breath mingling with your own and his soft hair tangled up around your fingers brings pinpricks of heat to your eyes that you stubbornly attempt to blink back.

“Hey.. Hey, honey,” Steve murmurs softly, one hand coming up to swipe a thumb along your watery lashline, “What's wrong? You okay? You hurting?”

Another strangled sounding scoff of a laugh tumbles from your lips, a weak sniffle as your fingers find their way to those smooth, faded lines along the front of his throat again, “I should be asking you that. You're the one who's had the shit beaten out of him tonight.”

“I'm fine. Two weeks n' I'll be good as new,” Steve assures you with carefully crafted nonchalance, his tear-stained thumb dragging back and forth along the apple of your cheek, “Now what's goin' on in that beautiful head of yours, huh?”

“I just..” You huff out a sigh, rolling your hips experimentally to test the ache between your thighs, “I missed you. Fuck, I- I miss you so much, Steve.”

A few tears do manage to break through then, something about the way the patchy light coming in through the windows casts a glow over his battered face, the browns in his eyes shining golden in the dark.

“Me too, I miss you too,” He rasps desperately, “Shit, honey. If you think I don't miss you every goddamn second- You're everything. You're my everything.”

He's holding your face in both hands now, palms cradling your jaw so gently, arms trembling like he's trying to fight the urge to hold onto you tighter. His restraint and his words twist sharply in your gut, something akin to dread weaving its way inside of you.

“I'm scared,” You admit, voice quiet and buried beneath tears, “I'm so scared-”

“Scared?” Steve repeats, concern flashing in his eyes, “What're you afraid of?”

“Losing you.” You gasp.

“Sweetheart-”

Your chest is heaving a little with the labored breaths beginning to tumble past your lips, “I'm gonna lose you all over again, because I can't.. It- It is terrifying. To see you hurt and bleeding and not know why. To worry that the next time might be even worse than the last and have you keep skirting around the truth or outright lying-”

“Hey, hey. Honey, hey,” Steve gives your cheeks a soft shake under his hands and your gaze falls back to his, “I'm sorry-”

“Jesus christ.” You bemoan quietly as another tear falls, halfheartedly pushing at his arms to dislodge his hands.

“No, no, I mean it,” Steve pleads softly, “I'm so sorry I kept you in the dark, I just- Shit, it's so complicated, I-”

“Asshole.” The interruption comes out a grumble under your breath, and you're gearing up to climb off of his lap entirely when his weak chuckle meets your ears.

“I am,” He nods, brushing your hair back from your tear streaked face, “I'm an asshole and I'm sorry. I- I'll tell you everything, alright? I will. I will.”

“Promise?” You hate yourself for how small you sound, how unsure and broken.

“I promise.”

You crane your neck and tilt your head to brush your lips featherlight over his, carefully avoiding putting any pressure on the mess of purple and black and red along the bridge of his nose, your thumbs gravitating yet again to drag over those smooth, barely visible scars around his neck.

“Does your mouth hurt too much, or can I-?” You ask quietly, eyes flicking between his.

“'course you can,” His hand pushes into your hair behind your ear, cupping your head to guide you forward carefully, “C'mere.”

Your mouths come together with all of the gentleness you can manage and you leave one soft peck, then two, then three. You begin to work your hips over his all the while, and neither of you can hold back a keening noise of pleasure at the slow drag of his cock inside your warm walls.

You ease back from his mouth to drag the pads of your index and middle finger lightly over the bruises coloring his skin.

“Did.. Did you really get into a bar fight?” You can't help but ask, even as you're lifting up and dropping back down hard enough to have you both letting out a breathy whimper.

“Yeah,” Steve nods, his fingers trailing along your ribs and stomach like he's trying to re-familiarize himself with every inch of your skin, “I.. It's possible I have some unresolved anger or something from- After everything that happened. Sometimes it kinda takes over, like tonight, and then I pick a fight I know I can't win, but.. 'm not lying to you anymore. I mean that.”

You nod and his arms curl around your back to pull you impossibly closer. Trapped in his embrace, you can't do much more than grind on him with slow swivels of your hips, the head of his cock rubbing at that spot on your inner wall that has your brows pulling together in pleasure.

He's so close like this. His chest hair drags against your bare breasts and your tummies are pressed together and the sweat on his forehead mingles with your own. You feel warm — in the physical sense, yes, but also in your stomach, in your bones, in your heart.

“I love you.” Steve says with emotion, like he's feels that warmth too.

Your eyes prickle a little traitorously, fingers toying with the soft ends of his hair, “I love you,” You manage in a choked gasp, “I love you.”

“Ho- Shit..” Steve groans, chin tipping up toward the ceiling for a moment as he throws his head back, “You feel so fuckin' good, honey.”

“Y'r cock feels good,” You pant in response, “So good. So big. I- Fuck.”

“So tight,” He mutters, sitting up a little straighter to meet every roll of your hips, “So perfect. 's like you were fucking made for me, you know that? Take me so well. You were made for this, for me-”

The way that your clit is rubbing against the thatch of hair on his pelvis has you a little dumb already, and his lust-fueled rambling only intensifies your budding orgasm, both of your thighs slick with how fucking good it feels to have him inside of you again. You nod in agreement to his words and manage to give a small whimper, but it seems that he's not done yet.

“-Missed this so much. Missed you, missed this.. Fuck. Honey, I love you. I love you. I-”

“Steve,” You whine, “Love you too.”

His tanned cheeks have gone a little pink beneath the dusting of bruises on his face, breathy groans fanning out past his busted lip. The pretty little noises of pleasure that he can't seem to hold back have you reeling, your gut twisting with heat at the sight of him, the sound of him.

“So goddamn wet for me, honey,” Steve grumbles, his voice catching in a way that has your cunt clenching down on him, “Listen to her. You hear that?”

You do. There's a lewd squelch emitting from the place where you're joined, the sound filling the otherwise quiet apartment every time that your hips roll at just the right angle. It happens again just then, his cock stretching your hole wide enough for the drag of slick and air to create a mildly embarrassing noise that has Steve giving another needy groan, his hips bucking up into yours.

“God, fuck, please tell me you're getting close,” He nearly whimpers, lifting up off of the couch to drive up into you again, “Please, I'm getting so close, babe. Need you to come.”

Euphoria licks up your spine in a white-hot flame, your weight bearing down that much harder to apply more pressure on your puffy clit. Sweat trickles down your spine, disappearing beneath Steve's forearms where they're looped tight around you.

“Mhm,” You hum, the sound catching in the back of your throat, “M'gonna come, Stevie. Y'r gonna make me come.”

Your hips roll a little faster and Steve continues to buck up into you, his cock pressing so, so nicely against the spot that has your brain whiting out a bit at the edges.

“Come on, sweet girl. Come for me,” Steve moans, warm breath fanning out over your lips, “Please, honey. Please come on my cock. Shit, I need it. Need you t' come, please.”

“I am, I am, I am,” You babble desperately, “M'gonna, fuck, fuck, 'm-”

The knot of pleasure in your gut twists sharply and you cry out, face burying in his neck with a whiny gasp as your orgasm crashes over you. Your cunt tightens and trembles around him and a deliciously choked sounding moan tears past Steve's lips as he finally lets his own release wash over him.

The warmth of his come coating your insides has you fluttering around him further, your hands grappling restlessly for any part of him to hold on to, his hair, the back of his neck, his shoulders, his biceps. Breathy little whines and gasps and groans tumble from both of you as you ride it out, the trembling tenseness in your muscles releasing all at once as you go limp in his arms.

It takes a minute, but you eventually come back to yourself a little, peppering a delicate kiss to that infuriating strip of scar tissue along his throat before you're pushing up with weak limbs to look at the man underneath you.

“Hey.” It comes out in a murmur, a breathless little thing that leaves you feeling kind of silly, but your brain hasn't yet recovered enough to work at its full-capacity.

Steve only grins, his lips curling to reveal perfect teeth, a pretty smile pulling at his busted and bruising lips. His eyes twinkle in the patchy darkness of your living room, a pretty mosaic of brown and gold and speckles of green catching in the light and forcing your heart rate to tick up in adoration.

“Hey, honey.” He returns sweetly, one arm uplooping from around your spine so he can reach up to push the sweaty flyaways back from your face.

You can't help but shift over him, sore legs flexing where they're spread over his hairy thighs, a trickle of warmth leaking out from where you're still joined and dripping down into the thick hair at the base of his cock. It feels dirty and intimate in the best way — his come mingled with your own, your fingers in his sweat-dampened hair, his wide palms rubbing softly from your hips to your spine and then back again.

“I kinda want to stay like this forever.”

Your whispered admission has his eyes crinkling softly and he drops his forehead to your chest, his breath fanning out over your breasts as he lets out a breathy chuckle.

“You won't hear any complaints from me.” Steve mumbles into your skin.

You never want to leave this moment. Your nose pushes into his hair and you pull in the familiar melding of scents, of expensive shampoo and hairspray and an underlying smell that's just Steve. You want to stay right here, in this perfectly imperfect bubble, but you feel Steve wince when he burrows his face into your chest just a little too hard and the serenity cracks.

“Steve?” You murmur softly, fingertips scraping gently against his scalp despite the nerves in your stomach.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

You steel yourself with a deep breath, “You know I'd do anything to protect you, right? You.. You know that I'll do anything for you.. Know that.. That you can trust me?” It comes out in a rush, and your nerves increase tenfold when Steve pulls back to look at you, “..Right?”

“Honey,” The endearment comes out laced with something sweet and sticky that makes it sound an awful lot like an apology, “Of course I do.”

His eyes are so soft as they flick between your own, his hands smoothing up the length of your spine in a soothing drag of skin on skin. One hand leaves his hair only so that you can trace your thumb over those two wide freckles on the apple of his cheek, a self-deprecating sort of smile pulling at your lips.

“And.. And you're gonna tell me what's been going on with you?” You nearly whisper.

His mouth finds yours to press a featherlight kiss to your lips, “Yeah, honey. No more secrets. No more lies.”

“Promise?” You ask again, lips pulling into a smile where they're still brushing his own. Your faces are so close it's hard to focus on the way his eyes shine with adoration when he looks up at you, the bruises on the bridge of his nose blurring in the darkness.

“Promise.”

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justporo · 1 month

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Rooted within each other

The two of you shared tender glances, loving touches and slight laughs as you imagined what it could be like: to truly be with each other. All the while though neither of you dared to speak what was on both of your minds.

This pleasant back and forth went on for seemingly an eternity until both of your bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, hair dripping and messily falling into your faces, skin glowing feverhot.

MASTERLIST | AO3 | PART 3

Author's Note: It's time for dessert and thereby the hopefully sweet and overly emotional conclusion to this smut fic. Partly inspired by this post here by @brain-rot-central and another by @davenswitcher

Gif by @cheekylittlepupp (pls follow them!)

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You) Warnings: explicit sexual content, porn with feelings, vaginal sex, creampie, slight religious imagery, aftercare, Astarion speaking Elvish, lol Wordcount: 3,1k

Astarion’s words gently waved the oncoming dreams and rest away. You slowly blinked your eyes open laying on his chest and cuddled up even closer to him. There was no way you could tell when you had last felt this at peace.

“What?” you asked sheepishly as you had to fight to keep your eyes open. Post-orgasm haze and the way Astarion’s hand on your back had slowly caressed you close to slumber were making it difficult for you to grasp onto his meaning.

“Let me take care of you, darling,” Astarion muttered again. The words tumbled out of his mouth a little too quick - as if they had to be pushed out before they got lost elsewhere.

“Please,” he added. Which made you frown even more than the way he had spoken before.

Your arms still felt wobbly from the sex before but you pushed up with a bit of struggle to be able to look into the vampire’s eyes.

His hand on your back dropped slightly but stayed there a bit helplessly as you observed Astarion with some concern on your face. Red eyes were already wide and surprisingly vulnerable but while you just looked at him for several heartbeats they began flitting around nervously, tongue darting out to wet his lips and he cleared his throat as if the words had left an unpleasant, dry feeling behind.

Suddenly the fact that you were both completely naked and had just been deeply entwined felt like nothing anymore. In an instance Astarion second-guessed everything. Despite the physical closeness he suddenly feared you being far away. Just like it had been with so many others. Nothing but a transaction at best.

Astarion almost wished he could take back his words as you kept staring at him without saying anything. He’d been pushing his luck already he felt like. You had already been so generous with him.

That was exactly it though: he felt like he owed you. But not in the way he thought before, in that way he had dealt with way too often over the past couple of centuries. He had meant his words: he wanted to take care of you in turn after you had given him so much: blood, safety - and now so much tender and honest affection, he could feel his undead heart in his chest clench just looking at you. He hadn’t felt like this in centuries. Maybe he had never quite felt like this before.

And he just wanted to give you something in return. Not with an ulterior motive behind it. Solely because he wanted to see you smile at him. So you would laugh at one of his stupid jokes again, so you would whisper his name again when you came shivering in his arms and there was nothing and no one else on your mind.

Solely because Astarion found - he liked you; in lack of better words (or lack of courage to use them, yet).

But the longer the silence drew out between you, insecurity took the better of him. He should have just kept quiet and enjoyed the serene silence with you in his arms.

Astarion was just about to wave off his request when you finally spoke.

“You know, Astarion,” you began and the vampire’s chest clenched, anxious for your next words “you don’t owe me anything in return.”

You cocked your head to one side, strands of your hair falling over your shoulder. Your fingers wandered lightly over Astarion’s chest.

He was immediately lost for words.

Out of everything that was not the reaction he would have anticipated. Immediately this felt wrong. There always was a price to be paid, a debt to be claimed some time - right?

You saw his sceptic thoughts on his face almost as clearly as if he had spoken them aloud. The time, and especially the nights spent together, when Astarion had sometimes allowed you to take a peek behind his tightly worn armour, had made you good at reading him.

And you knew that he wouldn’t deal well with a rejection - even if it was entirely out of pure motives. Not right now. So you opted for something that you thought might be even better - for both of you.

“How about-,” you started and placed your hand on Astarion’s chest firmly - right over where his heart must be. He immediately covered it with his own as he cautiously waited for your reply.

The way his crimson gaze glinted despite there being barely any light made you almost forget what you were trying to say. Three little words once more almost pushed themselves to the front, almost tumbling from your mouth.

Whatever this was that had seemingly manifested between the two of you this night, you hoped it wasn’t only a temporary spell. You hoped it would stay. Because the way Astarion stared up at you, eyes so open and his thumb tenderly brushing over your hand on his chest gave you a whole new desire to overcome all of these hardships that had been thrown your way. For him. And for you. Maybe even together.

“How about we take care of each other? Make it equal,” you proposed and immediately bit your lip after the words had left your tongue.

Astarion’s eyebrows lifted as your words surprised him once more. But a genuine, happy smile spread over his face rather quickly.

“I think I would like that, my dear,” Astarion replied and you felt how his remaining hand on your back slid over it as he nudged you to lean down to him.

He didn’t want to waste another precious moment with words if his lips could be otherwise occupied with kissing you. You leaned into him with a huge grin at how eager the rogue had suddenly become.

But when your open mouth met his and he kissed you like a starving man while your arms wrapped around his neck you quickly got lost in the moment. Never had he kissed you like this: his tongue slipped into your mouth, toyed with yours while his head turned to get more of this, of you. His free hand lifted to the nape of your neck, gently pulling you in closer while he dragged you right on top of him.

You sighed into his mouth as your body squished against his, your heart beginning to beat faster again as your naked body slid along his. Your softer curves fit perfectly with the harder lines of his body as you melted together - made for each other.

Astarion’s kiss was so greedy and hungry and giving and offering at the same time. Your hands wandered to his face, cupping it, thumbs wandering over his cheekbones, the line of his jaw, trying to really feel him. So you would remember this forever.

He moaned so softly it was barely perceptible when your fingers touched his sensitive elven ears. Your hands dug into his lush, white curls, fingertips dragging along Astarion’s scalp.

Simultaneously, the urge to feel you, everywhere and all around him became almost unbearable for Astarion.

Desire for each other grew quickly within you, generously laced with feelings reaching much deeper. Depths the two of you had barely scratched the surface off.

With roguish quickness Astarion grabbed you and flipped you over, immediately climbing on top of you, leaning on his elbows above you, holding himself there for a moment to take in the sight of you.

You gasped at the sudden change of position. Without hesitation you moved your hand to his face again as you drank him in much the same: a few curls were falling into his face in some disarray, lips parted and swollen from kissing, red eyes molten.

You were awestruck.

And much the same was true for Astarion. The way you stared up at him, one arm stretched out to him lovingly, your eyes so wide and yearning and full with nothing but love and wonder and that delightful full body flush turning your cheeks the most pleasant shade of pink.

He almost made confessions of love right then and there as he kept gazing upon you and knew he was a changed man. But before he felt he said something foolish that might ruin it all he busied his mouth again by pressing it to your neck.

The vampire held your head up much more tenderly than in the beginning of the night. Again feeling your quickening pulse under his lips and his fangs only an inch away from where they had been buried in your neck not so long ago, right when this night and everything had started.

He breathed in your intoxicating scent and kept kissing and caressing your delicate skin, leaving a wet, sloppy trail where he pressed his lips and tongue to you. Occasionally he suckled at your skin, leaving slight marks.

He just wanted to make you his, if only temporarily so.

You felt your own lust rear its head again inside of you as Astarion kept mouthing down your throat and his hands were once more roaming your body: cupping your breasts, redrawing the lines of your ribs, squeezing your butt as you wrapped your legs around his slender hips and arched towards his body.

Gasps from each of you filled the night air but neither of you spoke as your hands explored his body as well. Your hands wandered over his shoulders, his arms, felt the muscles tense up under your touch.

You didn’t even stop at the gruesome ridges on his back. With flat hands you stroked over them at an even pace while Astarion slightly shivered under your touch but didn’t withdraw. He just kept seeking the comfort in your touch and your body as you held him in your embrace.

Neither of you had any intention of stopping anytime soon as you kept exploring each other’s bodies unlike you had done before. You simply wanted to truly see and feel each other - not a layer between you.

In between Astarion lifted his head up again, locked eyes up with you while your touch wandered over his tortured back. You didn’t stop. He didn’t want you to you realised as you locked eyes with him.

You saw him, accepted him with everything that came along with him.

And Astarion felt seen, truly, maybe for the first time in his life.

What followed then was messy and sloppy as your limbs tangled even more, hands, mouths and eyes solely focused on each other. It wasn't practised or neat, not an act. It was raw and tender and loving and passionate. And more than anything: it was honest and real.

You dragged your bodies along each other as you felt your core throbbing with lust and Astarion’s hardened length kept rubbing against your heated skin.

The two of you kept writhing against each other, desire rising agonisingly slow as you took your time. The flames had been high all night but now they lazily rose higher until the embers were glowing white and hot beneath.

For all you cared, this could well go on forever. You wouldn't have minded staying in this limbo of lust and love - maybe forever.

Lazily you went through all sorts of different caresses and new positions to press yourself against each other: you on top, dragging your core along his cock, Astarion diving between your legs to pleasure you with his mouth until you almost already fell for him again, kneeling in front of each other as your hands each stroked each other's most sensitive parts, rolling around in the small space of Astarion's tent until you had gotten lost even in the tiny bit of room you had there.

You drew out this small piece of heaven for each other for as long as you could while keeping the other just right off that edge so you could let yourself fall down together when you chose to do so later on.

This pleasant back and forth went on for seemingly an eternity until both of your bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, hair dripping and messily falling into your faces, skin glowing feverhot.

You were sitting on his lap, Astarion kneeling on his bedroll, both arms wrapped around you to hold you close to him. His hard and weeping cock was pressed pleasantly between your hot bodies as you were kissing again. Your time much better spent with your mouth on each other but with words you couldn’t be sure you might regret come the next morning. Your arms were holding onto his face as you kissed him messily, rocking back and forth, heads leaning and gasps and moans passed between each other.

Astarion’s hands were grabbing onto your thighs like a drowning man would a lifeline - and that was pretty much what he felt like with you. He’d been drowning, already dead inside. But then you came along, offering him another shot at something he’d long thought forgotten.

Then you broke the kiss, cradling his face in your hands as he looked upon you as if you were a deity finally descended from the heavens to answer all of his prayers.

His white curls were falling into his face, dripping with sweat as he breathed heavily, eyes so full of yearning it made your chest clench. This was probably the most vulnerable you had ever seen him. And you wished to cradle his heart just as gently as you did his face.

“Do you even have an idea,” Astarion whispered as he gazed upon you with wonder in his eyes and began to lift you by your thighs until your entrance was lined up with the head of his cock “how much I want you?”

You could merely hold onto him and feel your pulse race even faster as you anticipated being one with him once more.

With his words he slowly but firmly pulled you down on him. He immediately bottomed out, leaving you only to let your head fall back and groan his name as you got to experience the pleasure of Astarion filling you for the second time this night.

The vampire began to engage a gentle rhythm, more rocking than thrusting for now. But heat was quickly rising even higher now that you finally felt him inside of you again, your walls already clenching around him in desperation to feel, to have more. The way you wrapped your arms around him was just as desperate: trying to be as close and joint with him as possible.

“I have an inkling,” you breathed and heard Astarion softly chuckle in response, feeling the soft vibration echo through your wrapped up bodies.

You kept moving with a tenderness that was at odds with how you had indulged each other before. But it seemed this night was made out of differences and shifting them.

Astarion began to fuck you gently. You rocked your hips in rhythm with his slow but forceful movements, each of you savouring every moment.

It became rougher and faster and harder as you went - the air filled with nothing but gasps and moans. No more room or breath for sweet nothings or words of affection that merely danced around the real thing.

Your breaths become rugged as you felt yourself rocked to the core, orgasm fast approaching as Astarion kept thrusting into you - the sounds he made just as desperate as yours. Different feelings within you became nearly overwhelming as you skyrocketed towards the end of this road.

Your head fell back with a mewl as you felt you were only moments away from completely unravelling for the vampire. And you already knew your only wish was to keep doing this again and again and again - until maybe someday you would have nothing left to give, but the vampire finally would feel loved.

As your head lolled back Astarion wrapped his arms even closer around you as he kept speeding up the pace and he was making you come undone. He felt lost in you - but pleasantly. The way his chest swelled as he gazed upon you, saw drops of sweat run down your already glistening, exposed throat and he heard his name on your lips like the sweetest promise.

In a final effort he bowed you on his lap while his cock plunged in and out of you and you felt the edges of your existence fray.

“Come for me, darling,” Astarion murmured with a voice barely above a whisper, hands on your spine and neck, bowing you to him further as he willed you over the edge. His mouth licked and suckled on the space in between your breasts, feeling your fluttering heartbeat and he sensed and heard you comply to his request - positively falling for him but only to be caught by him.

Astarion felt you clench down around him, his own demise only a blink or two away. But he needed to watch you, see the utter bliss on your face as you fell without hesitating.

And when he knew you were completely lost in the magic of moment he finally couldn’t resist anymore. As he fell himself, dick inside of you twitching and spilling himself inside of you, Astarion heaved a breath against your trembling chest, words barely distinguishable as he mumbled them: whispering them in hopes you wouldn’t hear and understand but with the desperate wish to put them out there to give them some reality.

“Ai Armiel Telere Maenen Hir!*” Elvish words dancing over your glistening skin, Astarion’s breath between your breasts making you shiver without you knowing why.

The words kept ringing in his own ears as he held your trembling form afterwards. More sweet words, touches and glances were exchanged as you snuggled up with each other in the aftermath. Meanwhile each of your yearning grew almost unbearable.

And as you lay there in his arms Astarion made a realisation and a decision: he couldn’t go on like this anymore. Either his earlier words became real and so the thing that had formed between the two of you - or he would perish.

Tomorrow, he vowed to himself, tomorrow he would tell you.

For now he was too lost in how your head was resting on his chest, low light and shadows painting your face lovingly - and Astarion couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight to behold for the rest of his immortal life.

(*You hold my heart forever)

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roselatteswrites · 10 days

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warm ways | steve harrington x reader

summary: you and steve enjoy an afternoon together while on vacation in the south of france.

tags/warnings: smut (18+, mdni!), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, squirting, unprotected piv sex, creampie, cock warming, established relationship, fem!reader

word count: 1k

a/n: inspired by rohmer's a summer's tale. regular text size and capitalization under the cut.

cross-posted on ao3

Somewhere in the south of France, 1989

You woke up in a room illuminated only by the warm colours of the sunset. As you slowly roused from your slumber, you felt the trace of lips on your neck. Steve was still spooning you, just as he had been when the two of you laid down for what was meant to be a quick nap. You hummed in delight at the feeling of him mouthing at your neck, teeth grazing and tongue soothing the supple skin.

“Sleep well, honey?” He spoke quietly.

“Mhmm,” you replied sleepily, turning around to see him. You gently raised a hand to his face, thumb stroking his cheek. The sun had left his skin bronzed and starry with freckles. The two of you had spent the day roaming around the small seaside town, admiring the scenery, and taking in the salt-laden air. It was a beautiful day. However, nothing could compare to the view laid in front of you.

“So pretty, Stevie,” you said softly. At that, his eyes softened. The brown irises were almost golden in the sunlight.

“Says you,” he replied, giving you a quick peck on the lips. Before he could pull back fully, you chased the feeling. Your lips connected once again. Delicately, his tongue prodded at your lips, and you allowed him entry. Your tongues danced together, and you could still taste traces of the oranges you two had eaten earlier.

Steve moaned into the kiss, all the while moving his leg to fit between both of yours. A whimper escaped your throat at the feeling of his bare leg pressed against your clothed heat. Hands tangled in his hair, you tugged gently. It was a habit you had developed when you wanted more, and it didn’t go unnoticed. He pulled away, giving you a few more pecks as the kiss slowed.

“Feeling needy, huh?” A slight smile danced across his lips. You nodded, dazed. “Words.” He reminded you.

“Wanna feel you, Stevie,” you spoke, “need it so bad.”

“I got you, honey, don’t worry,” he said as he rolled over to lay between your legs. You could now feel his growing bulge, the feeling spurring you on even more.

He kissed you once more before beginning his descent down, down, down to where you needed him most. Slowly, he slid your bathing suit bottoms down your legs, discarding them somewhere you didn’t care to know.

Two fingers slid between your folds, presenting your clit to him. He leaned down, kitten licking experimentally at your bud before sucking more harshly. Your hands found purchase in his hair once again, and you brushed it back so that you could truly look at him. His eyes stayed trained on yours as he continued his ministrations, alternating between licking and sucking.

You felt your hole clench around nothing, and as if reading your mind, Steve slipped a long finger into you. He curled it up, reaching that spongey spot within you, and you could feel that familiar spark beginning to grow in you, along with something a bit less familiar.

“Steve, ngh,” you tried to get your words out when he suddenly added a second finger, “feels too good, I–”

“Just let go, baby,” he said quickly, “let go f’me.”

The spark grew into a flame that licked at your insides until you could no longer take it. Your orgasm engulfed you and you felt a strange, but not unwelcome, release. You looked down to see Steve, cheeks flushed, and chin drenched in your fluids.

“Fuck,” he gasped, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, “just squirted for me, baby.” You went to cover your face in your hands, but he caught your wrists softly.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said, “that was amazing.” He continued, pinning your hands above your head. He left a small kiss on the tip of your nose. As he pulled back, he searched your eyes, but you were still feeling hazy.

“Think you can take me after that?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whispered, “want you.” He let go of his hold on your wrists to slide his swim trunks down. He took his length into his hand, giving it a few strokes. A bead of precum glistening at the ruddy tip. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Soon enough, he lined himself up with your entrance, pushing himself in slowly. He stilled when he bottomed out, and you whined.

“God, you’re so tight after you cum,” he spoke, voice raspy, “can barely handle it.” Once he’d regained his composure, he set a delectable pace. His cock glided between your walls tenderly, accompanied by just the right amount of stretch.

The room was filled with pants, moans, and the sound of skin slapping. When you thought you couldn’t feel any better, Steve brought your leg up, hooking your ankle over his shoulder. At this angle, you felt everything so much more intensely, and you could feel that spark growing once more.

Steve could tell you were close, bringing a thumb down to circle your clit messily. A few more strokes, and you were cumming once again, walls clenching around him rhythmically. The flame, now dying down within you, sparked something in him. His strokes became sloppier, his arms trembling as he tried to hold himself up. You brought a hand up to the side of his face.

“Cum for me, Stevie,” you pleaded.

And he did.

He pushed his hips into yours as close as humanly possible, while rope after rope of his cum painted your insides.

Finally, he stilled, bringing your leg back down and resting his head on your shoulder. You stroked his back until he finally came to. He started to pull out, but you grabbed his bicep, stopping him.

“Can we just stay like this for a little bit?” You asked gingerly.

“Of course,” he said, “just wanna be full of me, yeah?” You nodded, biting your lip.

The moon slowly revealed itself, casting its gentle light across your forms. The sound of the waves from outside the window lulling you both back to sleep.

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milksuu · 5 months

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Don't Worry. I'll Support You. | PT. 01

❥ prompt: Your HEARTSTEEL boyfriend has to undergo minor surgery, and they chose you to be their caretaker for the day. Let's see how they are before and after anesthesia. ❥ content/warnings: fluffy fluff, drugged behavior (all medically safe), mention of needles, mild profanity, minor angst ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel! (aphelios, ezreal, kayn) x girlfriend!reader

an: i don't know why this was tumbling around in my head. wow, this post got longer and longer the more i wrote. i swear I'll write for the other babes too.

APHELIOS

Unfortunately, this wouldn't be the first time Aphelios had to undergo surgery. Happened when they had to remove the nodule from his vocal cords. And he doesn't remember a single thing from that day. Alune took care of him at the time, but she never mentioned anything beyond how he slept most of the day (probably to spare him from embarrassment).

He appreciated you taking a day off work to take care of him and be his interpreter. He was fine with all his consents and paperwork. But when it came to more detailed questions concerning his medical history, he would have you translate his sign language to the medical staff. Thanks to you, the process went smoothly.

IV's were never fun to have. Especially when it had to be in the hand. Aphelios couldn't lie and say he wasn't nervous about it, despite his aloofness. But all he had to do was shift his eyes away for a moment, and look at your cute, bubbly face. He could tell you were rambling on trying to distract him, and he guessed it worked. By the time he looked down again, the IV was in. He denied the golden star sticker usually meant for the pediatric patients, but you took it for him as a momento.

When it was time for him to go into the OR, the medical team gave you two a moment. You slipped a hand into his and gave him two love squeezes. He smiled softly and gave three love squeezes back. A quick peck to his lips and you left to sit in the waiting room.

When he was brought to recovery and awake, you were taken to his bedside. When you stepped through the curtain, you saw him resting as if he were asleep at home. Slowly, he opened his eyes, glazed over with mild recognition. Although he felt lethargic, he signed sloppily with his hands.

Is this heaven?

You bit your bottom lip to keep from smiling too much. You shook your head and reminded him where he was.

Oh. Really? Because you look like an angel to me. And if they want you back up there. Forget it. I'm keeping you.

You covered your mouth to keep from giggling too loud. You weren't sure if he was being serious or actually trying to flirt with you. It wasn't common at all for him to be so corny, but you blamed the anesthesia for that. When the nurse came to the bedside, she went over discharge instructions while you held his hand. He kept giving you light squeezes and rubbing his thumb gently against your fingers. Just to make sure you wouldn't fly away. Of course, anytime you had to let go and sign a paper, he sighed heavily (almost a whine if he wasn't careful), until your hand floated right back for him to take. Then he was sighing with relief again.

While at home, it was just the same. Aphelios didn't want you to leave his side for even a moment. If he had his way, you'd be sleeping next to him, still holding onto his hand. You had to remind him many times that you had to take care of him, so no cuddles or naps just yet. You also had to remind him he needed to eat and take fluids after fasting for so long. If there was thing you knew, he was a picky eater. Aphelios seriously thought ketchup packets counted as a full meal and satisfied his daily fiber intake. Luckily, you were able to spoon feed him some soup with a couple of crackers.

After you had him take his first dose of medication, you could finally indulge him. You settled next to him in bed, and he took no time to wrap himself around you, nuzzling your chest. A small, sleepy smile formed against his lips. Maybe you weren't a real angel. But you couldn't convince him you weren't his heaven on Earth.

EZREAL

Oh, boy. This was the first time Ezreal had to have any kind of surgery. Even though it was supposedly minor, that didn't stop the nerves itching underneath his skin. Is it normal to be this nervous? He wasn't sure, but he tried his best to hide his chattering teeth behind a forced smile. He really didn't want you worrying about him more than you had too. You were already doing him a big favor by taking care of him. He just hoped he wouldn't be a wreck before and after.

Apparently, signing consent forms and answering medical questions became a challenge. His hand trembled so much, his usual confident signature looked like a preschooler forged it. And when it came to answering medical questions, he found himself stuttering, feeling like someone stuck cotton balls inside his mouth.

When it was time for the IV, his whole body was ready to collapse in on itself. Was it always so hot in here? Sweat dampened the top of his skin. W-What's the big deal anyway? Not like he was afraid of some tiny, sharp...needle....OK, the room was spinning now. Great—awesome. Man, he felt so lame.

Seeing the color drain from his complexion, his head drop back, and his eyelids fluttering close, you politely asked the nurse to give him a moment with you. She laid him down in the stretcher and brought you a wet cloth. Wiping at his damp face and neck, you rested a comforting hand against his heaving chest. "It's okay to be afraid, Ez. It's not easy to have surgery. You're brave for even being here." He shook his head weakly, clenching his eyes tight. "B-brave. Yeah right, babe. I mean, look at me. I'm practically comatose and the nurse barely even wrapped the tourniquet around my arm."

"Brave doesn't mean not being afraid of anything. It's doing something even knowing it's scary." Another wipe of his cheek and you planted a reassuring kiss. "There's no one braver in my eyes right now." Ezreal swallowed the ball of anxiety nested in his throat. A couple of more inhales and he gathered his remaining courage for the next step that had to be done.

You held his hand the entire time the nurse worked to get his IV started. You told him to close his eyes and take big breaths, and it would be over before he even knew it. He did as instructed, and just like you said, it was done. He admitted to you that it felt a bit itchy, but that he could deal with. Oh, but was it so worth it when the nurse offered him that golden star sticker. He slapped it on the chest of his gown like a badge of honor.

When the medical team arrived to take him in the stretcher, he gave you that million dollar smile and peace sign. Granted, you whispered to the anesthesiologist to give him some relaxing medication before he went in. The anesthesia provider was way ahead of you. When he started giggling, waving, and blowing kisses like he was out the sunroof of a limo driving down the boulevard—oh yeah. You knew he was feeling it.

When it was all over and they called you back to recovery, the nurse informed you he couldn't stop talking the moment he opened his eyes. And all that he was talking about was you. "Babe! Babe! I did it—I can't even believe it's over. I don't even remember them putting me to sleep. Crazy, right? Like, did I count down from ten? Did I make it to zero? I bet I made it to zero." He practically wiggled himself over the safety rails on the stretcher. You sweetly instructed him to keep still so that the nurses could get a decent blood pressure on him. "Okay. Okay. I'll be good. Promise." He forced himself to lay back, but that didn't last long. While the nurse was going over instructions, he was tugging on your shirt sleeve, calling your name, interrupting every moment wanting your attention. Apparently, he had a lot to say to you in the span of thirty-minutes you were separated.

When you arrived back home, by some miracle you were able to have him settled on the couch once you put on his favorite K-Drama. While sitting next to him (and making sure he didn't get up) he rested his cheek against the top of your head. "Thanks for everything, babe. Honestly, you make me feel like the bravest guy. Like Indiana Jones....or Captain Kirk...maybe even that...one actor from National Treasure...." before you could say anything back, you felt his body relax further into you. His light breaths signaling he dozed off seamlessly. With a warm smile, you pulled the blanket over the two of you, and snuggled closer before you joined him for a nap.

KAYN

GOD DAMN IT'S EARLY! Kayn wanted to shout when you woke him up for his 6AM arrival time. Instead, he grumbled, kicked on his crocks, and went in his pajamas. He was too tired to really argue and complain. He just wanted to get this done and over with so he could move on with his life.

Kayn didn't diddle-daddle with his forms and medical questions. He wanted to put on his gown, toss himself into the stretcher, and possibly get a few more winks before his surgical time. You sighed—this was going to be the longest hour before surgery.

Although still in a foul mood, Kayn eased a bit when you worked up a distracting conversation with him. And when the nurse came in to do his IV, Kayn didn't bother blinking. He probably stuck himself countless of times with other—probably sharper—and deadlier objects. Actually, he took it one step further. When the IV was inserted, just to mess with you (and the nurse), he made a loud, and seductive moan. You pinched his arm for startling the nurse. Poor thing didn't even know how to react to that nonsense. "Ow. Ow. Nurse—nurse, she's hurting me." He said, cowering away from you. "You deserve that for almost giving them a heart attack. What if they missed and had to stick you twice?" Kayn smirked, rubbing at his nipple line. "More of a good time for me, then." You rolled your eyes, begging for him to behave for the next half-hour.

When the surgeon came to the bedside, he discussed the procedure at length and a few expectations afterwards. When he finished, he asked if either of you had any questions. Kayn raised his hand like the serious kid in math class. "Yeah. Question, Dr. Shen. When can I have sex again?" You almost spat out the complimentary coffee the front staff so kindly gave you. You couldn't believe he had just asked that question so casually at...let's see.... 06:50 in the morning!

You apologized on his behalf, but Dr. Shen merely dismissed it. "That's quite alright. It's a fair question. And one I receive plenty of times from my male patients. Even ones well into their eighties, and surprisingly, nineties." Kayn nodded with a grin and you rubbed your warming forehead. Of course. What else would they bother to ask? The surgeon went on to say; "As far as any kind of exertional activities, that will all be discussed and cleared at your follow-up appointment in two weeks."

TWO WEEKS!? Kayn almost fainted right then in there. He looked at you with such concern, as if someone told him a Pentakill concert sold out before he could even buy a ticket. He reached over and grabbed your hand, holding tight. "Listen, kitten. I don't think I want this surgery anymore. Can we go home now?" You shook your head disapprovingly. After hearing such news, and you not bailing him out, Kayn sulked as if he was getting surgery to forever castrate him.

When it was time to take him, he begrudgingly let you kiss his cheek. Otherwise, he didn't reciprocate your affection. He tossed his chin away and said. "Whatever. Let's just get this crap over with." Once again, he had you shaking your head, and you apologizing to everyone in the room.

When the nurse came to bring you back into recovery, you noticed he was sleeping on his side, back turned to you. You wondered if he was still upset by the whole ordeal. When you reached out to touch his shoulder, he tensed, but slowly turned over. "Kayn. Are you feeling alright? If you're in pain, I'll tell the nurse—" Before you could finish, Kayn reached forward and grabbed you, pulling you into the tightest hug. You felt him bury his face into your neck and shoulder, hands desperately clinging to you.

"Oh, thank you, thank you." You heard him choke up. You brought a hand to gently comb through his hair, asking him what was wrong. He shook his head. "I...I don't know. I thought— just before everything went black—what if I never saw you again. And the way I acted before they took me..." he squeezed tighter, burying his sulking face deeper. "I'm sorry. I love you, okay? Just, trust me on that. Please."

"It's okay. I love you too," you hummed and stroked his back, continuing to assure him. "You don't have to worry anymore. It's all over. You're still here. The doctor said you did so good, and there were no complications." Pausing, you planted a kiss to the top of his head. "How about we get you dressed so we can go home, hm?" He nodded against your shoulder, and you helped the nurse dress him for discharge.

When you brought him home, Kayn wanted to do nothing but turn off the lights, close the blinds, and lay next to you in quiet darkness. Breathe you in, feel your warmth, and listen to the softness of your pulse against his ear. Focus on the fact that he was alive and you were alive with him—nothing else.

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allthelovehes · 21 days

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Breaking Barriers*

Summary: Y/N is in her mid-twenties and still a virgin, but she decides she no longer wants to wait for marriage as the tension between her and her best friend rises.

Pairing: Bestie!Harry x Virgin!Y/N

Word count: 9.1K

Warnings: Protected sex, smut, p in v, deflowering, virginity talk, first times, oral f receiving.

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A/N: Welcome to day 8 of posting daily! Ayooo, this was requested multiple times and I actually think it turned out sooo stinking cute omfg.

Being in her mid-twenties and a virgin is something not many people can say, let alone be proud of. It's something that Y/N chose and could have changed at any time. She could've given it away and tossed it to the next attractive man who looked her way but she didn't. She decided to save herself for marriage, even if it seemed stupid and cliché to some people.

For Y/N, her first time was important. It was a milestone in her life. Her body is a temple. It is to be cherished, worshipped, and honoured. Like most women, she wanted her first time to be something she wouldn't forget. She wanted it to be special and done with someone she loved and trusted.

So, Y/N waited. And if waiting for marriage meant skipping out on hook-ups? Then that was just fine by her. No sweat off her back. It took a while, but she was sure when she met the right guy it'd all be worth it.

Now, she wasn't opposed to making out and getting frisky. Y/N is as attracted to men as the next person and isn't afraid to have some fun with it, it just doesn't go much beyond hands. She sees kissing and touching that isn't penetrative to be healthy and normal.

Getting a partner, however, was the tricky bit. Most of them want to go all the way and have sex before they even get to know each other and the rest either take her for granted or have this kink about it, they like the thought of fucking a 'treasure' that no one's ever had or touched before.

Either way, she usually ends up losing interest in the relationship quickly. It seems the right man to spend the rest of her life with was a rare find. She didn't know if it was possible or if her expectations were too high. Or perhaps, being picky was the problem.

Eventually, she accepted it would take time for her to find someone. A time that she was willing and able to give. And right now, it was just a waiting game. To meet the guy whose arm she'd want to loop with hers for the rest of her life and create a beautiful life together in the process.

Just as Y/N was nodding off to sleep, a series of notifications on her phone rudely interrupted her sleep. Furrowing her brows, she sat up and lifted the device from her bedside table.

The screen lit up and showed who was texting her. It was her best friend, Harry. She slid her finger across the screen and a mess of messages appeared.

Harry Hi! *drunk selfie* So are we playing Scrabble tomorrow? I miss you and want to see you

Y/N If you still remember tomorrow and want to, sure.

Harry Sweet. Whatcha up to?

Y/N At home. About to go to sleep

Harry Oh sorry. You were probably sleeping

Y/N You're fine. I only just got into bed.

Harry What are you wearing, love?

Y/N Don't make me block you

Harry Ow ;( Why?

Y/N I'm too sober to have this conversation with you.

Harry *picture of him and Y/N* Look at us all cute, drunk out of our minds.

Y/N Very cute. Goodnight, Harry.

Harry Hey, one more question before you dooooooze

Y/N Go on.

Harry What are you wearing?

“Idiot.” She rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself. With a few quick button presses, Y/N replied with a picture of her in her silk pyjamas, and then sent an audio message: “I'm fully clothed, in bed, covered with my duvet, about to sleep and dream of ways to torture you.”

She puts her phone down so she can actually catch up on her rest. Just as her head hits the pillow again, she gets another message from Harry. Pouting, she swiftly opens the message and swipes up the audio.

“Aww, you'll dream of me?”

For some reason, Y/N can hear a smug smirk in his voice and decides to just ignore it. Putting her phone on silent and plopping it back down on her bedside table, Y/N yawns and snuggles deeper under the covers.

Just as her eyelids begin to shut for good, something within her is stirring that makes it hard for her to sleep. Y/N feels hot all of a sudden, making her shimmy and pull the duvet up further.

What had happened in those final moments of her text conversation with Harry, who was now busy scrolling through pictures of the two together and rereading their texts? Well, it seemed it's woken up a side of her she wasn't too familiar with. Resting her hand on the front of her silk shorts, Y/N could feel she was wet and aching for some touch.

“For fuck sake.” She cursed and closed her eyes. Why now? She thinks as she pulls her hand away, afraid to do anything. She knows why, but doesn't want to admit it.

It's because of Harry. His ridiculous flirting skills have managed to push a few buttons. This has never happened before. Why is he suddenly affecting her? She blames his goofy but heartfelt selfie. God, those hazel eyes looked perfect paired with that signature golden brown fluffy mop of hair, the stupid look on his face and the two fingers up in the air.

Y/N can't deny she is attracted to Harry. What wasn't to be attracted to? When it came to his personality, she was rather fond. He has always been sensitive, goofy and yet extremely smart and serious when needed. And, of course, she couldn't forget to mention how lucky he is. That boy was drop-dead gorgeous. From his curly locks to his biceps, she can go on and on and on about what she liked about him.

His looks definitely played a factor in his reputation with women and it was no surprise their friendship became somewhat of a hot topic with his fans. If only they knew the truth. There was nothing going on between the two other than a strong friendship.

Harry is an absolute gentleman to her. He took care of her in a way that set her standards very high when it comes to men, maybe that's why she still hasn't found a man. However, the sexual tension that had been building up lately between the two was another story.

It was no secret that Harry is a good kisser. The amount of stories she has heard made her feel a twinge of jealousy every time. She remembered thinking how nice it would be to feel what his lips were like on hers, how soft they would be and how they would taste. He's always bragging about the tongue action that gets women all hot and bothered. Then, she wondered how good he would be using his mouth elsewhere and- No. She can't think like this. Stop. It's creepy and weird. So just, stop.

Then, her phone beeps again in her hand, indicating another message coming from Harry. A rush of warmth spread through her stomach and Y/N noticed she was tense again. Biting down on her bottom lip, she opened the message.

Harry *drunk selfie on the side of his bed* I'm home, goodnight love

She stares at the picture, her stomach dropping. Heat swells through her body and the feeling overwhelms her, making her squirm against the soft sheets. Swallowing, she holds the phone up higher and glares at the picture intensely, the area between her legs clenching. It's not as if he looks amazing. No. He looks grumpy, his brows furrowed and a blank stare in his eyes. He just looks so cute, kissable even.

“Enough.” She whispers under her breath and shoves the device back down onto the nightstand. She gets up and goes to the bathroom, turning the faucet and splashing cold water all over her burning skin.

Tomorrow is going to be interesting. Seeing him after her fantasies of him invading her thoughts would be an interesting development. Hopefully, it will fizzle away quickly and everything will go back to normal. Y/N thinks, getting back into bed and fixing her pillows just so. With a drawn-out sigh, she puts out the lights and shuts her eyes. ***

In the morning, there was only one thought running through Y/N's mind, and that was seeing Harry. Even after she woke up, went about her day, she couldn't wait to text him to see if he even remembered the arrangement for her to come over and play Scrabble.

With each message sent, she left an expectant eye trained on her screen, waiting for the three little dots to bubble up and indicate a response. Meanwhile, she paced back and forth between her couch and the kitchenette, tidying up without knowing why. Everything was already spotless. She straightened pillows, fluffed rugs, sorted candles, and shuffled trinkets, anything to distract herself and keep from pestering Harry.

After a few hours of constant upkeep, she finally gets a response.

Harry Sorry I missed your messages, kinda had a wild night lol Are we still playing tonight? I have wine, you got the Scrabble?

Y/N We're playing but the question is... will you be in a fit state for it ;)

Harry Ha-ha. Funny.

Y/N Always. See you later. X

Harry See you. I'll leave the front door open for you. Byeeeee

And that was it. The brief conversation between the two fuelled her emotions. On one hand, she was completely thrilled to be seeing her best friend again. To be in his presence and enjoy a wonderful game night is very exciting.

On the other hand, she felt a wave of dread overcome her, her heart racing at the thought. She brushed it off. Ignored it. Why should she be dreading seeing one of her best friends? That's absurd.

Scrapping her plan of getting all dolled up to go visit him, Y/N finds herself only comfortable enough to get changed into leggings and a t-shirt. Although Harry has seen her in her casual attire, she is feeling oddly self-conscious right now. She doesn't know why and it's getting rather irritating.

He is her best friend for God's sake! If anything, she should be feeling as comfortable and confident around him as possible because he will always accept her for the way she is.

Shaking her head, she gets ready to make her way to his house. Despite it being 3 pm, Y/N grabs a bottle of her favourite white and puts it in her bag and with that, she is out the door.

Upon arrival, she reaches for the door and opens it. Peering around the door frame, she manages to catch sight of Harry stepping out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

He is humming under his breath as he tousles his damp curls with the towel. Strolling across the room to his bedroom, he disappears behind the door.

“Hey, Harry!” She calls out to him as she enters. Smiling brightly, she drops her bag on his countertop.

“Hey.” He calls back. “Give me a sec. I'll be out in a minute.”

Y/N nods, despite him not being able to see it, and makes her way to his sofa, taking her usual spot at one end. Closing her eyes, she rests her head back and takes a deep breath. She already feels exhausted from the many random things she has done throughout the day.

“Do you want to eat first or play first?” Harry finally walks into the living room, wearing a grey sweatsuit.

Peeking through an eyelid, Y/N says. “I'm not hungry. It's still early“ while her inner-self cheered at his appearance, making her giddy.

With a nod, Harry pulled two glasses from the kitchen cabinet placing them on the coffee table. Sliding down next to her, he opened the bottle and poured their drinks. While he set up the board game, she relaxed and casually looked him over. He looked gorgeous as ever, and always put together even if he was barely dressed.

Green eyes flicking up to catch her gaze, Harry chuckles softly before asking. “Nervous?”

“Huh? Why would I be nervous?” Her mouth corners turn up, her heart fluttering.

“Last time we played you weren't very happy.” He shrugged, reminding her how he completely beat her at the game.

“Right. But this time, I'm going to beat you.” She confidently nods and picks up a bag of letters. Harry leans over with a smug smirk on his face as he pulls his own bag.

“Hmm, so confident.” He snorts, lining up his tiles.

“Mhm.” Y/N straightens out her tiles.

Quirking a brow, Harry wonders “Famous last words?”

With a sharp nod and a cheeky smile, she places her first tiles down on the Scrabble board. “Nah, you're going down.”

Harry chokes on his drink and starts coughing, his eyes burning a hole into hers. Staring back, Y/N raised a curious brow. Once he could speak again, he cleared his throat and let out a hearty laugh.

“Alright, so what if I am?” Harry's thick accent cut through as a deep dimpled grin blossomed on his face. She found her heart rate increasing and had to look away, willing her red cheeks to go away.

Swallowing, she began her game. The opening word of DOUBLE wasn't too promising for Y/N, seeing that that was her highest scoring word but she wasn't giving up just yet.

Over the first few minutes, they managed to put down a few good words and Y/N was ahead with a more than decent lead.

“Shit.” Harry breathed, leaning forward to assess his words. His eyes flickered around the board before sighing and ruffling his tousled mop. “I'm fucked.”

Y/N chuckles and rolls her eyes, taking another sip from her glass. Glancing over to Harry who was deep in thought, Y/N reached up and scratched the nape of her neck with one hand, her gaze drifting around the room. As she turned to face him again, she was caught off guard when their eyes immediately locked. Her heart stuttered.

Tearing her eyes away from his gaze, Y/N shifted uncomfortably, then decided to lean forward to select a letter at random. As she placed it on the board, she looks at him once more to find that the corner of his mouth curled upwards.

'Shit' she thought, Harry wasn't playing fair. Surely, he knew that looking at her like that made her drop focus. Attempting to save her dignity, she bit her bottom lip, suppressing a shy smile before raising an eyebrow.

“Is this your strategy to beat me?” Y/N challenged. “Suck me into your sexiness and take my turn? How lame.”

Harry spluttered, taken aback by her comment. He didn't really know how to respond, seeing his best friend make an unashamedly flirtatious comment for the first time. Looking away, he fiddled with his hoop earring.

“Wait. Was that... was that supposed to fluster me, Y/N?” He playfully scoffed. As Harry turned to look at her, he was surprised to find an amused grin playing on her lips. He thought he would find at least a small glint of guilt in her eyes for her playfulness, and was surprised when he didn't find anything other than playful curiosity.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, it looks like I've got the upper hand now.”

“You wish.” Harry stared back at her for a moment longer, a playful glimmer in his eyes. A mischievous smirk curled up on the corner of his lips. She was aware that the lighthearted banter had led to a bit more, making her senses go crazy.

Y/N decided it's best to end the conversation there and start her round. Scanning the board, she's looking for a spot to place her letters. Wanting to lean a bit into their flirty banter from before, she decides to continue their tension with a bit of teasing.

Sifting her hand into her bag, she pulls out a few letters. Placing them onto the centre of the board where they intersect, she spells out 'erotic' and draws four points from the tile rack.

Erotic was an interesting word to play, for sure. Especially when it's put into the context of the new sexual tension between the two. So far, Harry has been trying to fluster her with his smouldering looks and cheeky grins, but Y/N is unrelenting. She takes pride in her willingness to fight back against the flirting and his attempts to get her distracted.

She sits back in satisfaction, proud at what she has accomplished. Glancing over to Harry, she felt herself swell with self-pride to see his face light up with surprise, making him actually speechless for a change.

Clearing his throat, Harry gathers himself and sits up. “Hmm.” he hummed, rolling the idea around in his head. With a smug grin, Y/N could tell he's thinking of a response; a comeback. After a few seconds of consideration, he moved his body forward and added three letters to the word. Using the letters he had received on the double letter area, he spelled out 'climax' using the c of her word.

A slight shiver went down Y/N's back at the addition to the word. Laughing and rolling her eyes, she fished out a few letters and added another word. Subtly shifting a little closer to him, she placed her letters down on the right-hand side of his spelling, close to his hand. After putting down her 'desire', she snatched her eyes away from the scrabble board and fixed her stare on him.

Both of them stay awfully silent while their bodies are almost touching. Y/N is tense, trying hard not to breathe too heavily. Meanwhile, Harry was in complete silence, not knowing what to say or do. He is aware of the tension between the two of them but he also wants to respect Y/N's boundaries and maybe tone down his feelings a bit. There's an inevitable tension and she's showing no sign of easing off. Harry was only further proven by her gentle voice in his ear.

“Now whose turn is it?”

Unable to meet her eyes just yet, he focuses on the dizzying words on the board and releases a slow, staggered breath. It was so hard not to put his arm around her, tug her in close and inhale her beautiful scent. Or run his hands along her arms, giving them a gentle squeeze, he craved the touch so badly. He finally took a breath and peered down at his letters, trying not to get too distracted by the growing sexual tension.

Y/N couldn't deny the feeling of warmth that had settled in her stomach since their game began, the warmth that made her tingle between her legs. She felt tempted to reach out and touch him, make contact and hopefully send a good buzz all the way down to his lower body.

Harry's fingers fiddle through his letters, barely paying attention to the little pieces in front of him. His eyes glance at Y/N, then move back to the Scrabble board. He thinks of his next word to play, something that is a little more suggestive.

“Umm...” Harry holds up a little tile, rubbing his fingertip over the surface as he thinks, his dimples pushing into his cheeks. Then, they sink right back out. He shakes his head and returns to sifting through the multiple letters in his bag.

Throwing one piece back into the depths of the bag, his index finger picks up another tile. The corner of his mouth turns up and he is finally confident with what he wants to spell out on the Scrabble board, so he gets to work. He needs an outlet from the fluttering of his chest when she's this close.

Quickly placing down the letters, he spells out the word 'horny'. Biting down on his bottom lip, he feels satisfied by the suggestiveness of his word and glances at Y/N.

Pursing her lips, Y/N tilts her head and gives a disbelieving smile. Harry looks taken aback by her quiet response.

“What? Did I read the room wrong?” He chuckles nervously, brows furrowing.

Looking at his face, she has to bite back a grin. She can read the mixed emotions all over his face. He's afraid to scare her away and reveal his true feelings, especially after the intense game of teasing. He's right. But she's also very pleased with the growing tension.

With a cheeky chuckle, she shakes her head. “No, I guess you read the room correctly.” Biting her lip, she quickly leans forward, adding letters next to his word on the right to spell out the word, 'Fuck'. Harry looks from her to the board, biting back a smirk.

“Is this your way of suggesting we play strip Scrabble? Should I get ready to lose my pants?” he jokes, nudging her shoulder, fighting the urge to break his boundaries. Not able to cope, Y/N just lets out a forced chuckle.

“Shut up, H.” Her voice broke. All she wanted was to feel his hands on her and bury herself into his chest.

Neither of them is paying attention to the score or to the other's gaze, they just lock their eyes together and absorb the heat, trying to predict what happens next. Harry didn't know what to say, nor did he think Y/N would, yet again, follow suit and gently lean forward.

After breaking from their little intimate session, Y/N looks at the board, wondering what their next move should be. She has to admit, these last few moves were very suggestive, and she is slowly catching Harry's point of wanting to touch her and have some alone time.

“Are you going to be mad at me if I do this?” Y/N muttered.

“Do what?”

Staring at him, Y/N ignores the thought and puts her tiles in a new spot. Only this time, she's adding all the letters remaining in her tile bag. There is no going back now, considering the board was almost completely filled up now.

She spells out the word 'wet' next to her first word. Shooting Harry a nonchalant, calm expression and staring at him for a reaction, she saw his reaction immediately. His eyes dropped to the board, then shot back up to her face. Heat, lust, and want flashed across his eyes.

An amused, surprised noise escapes his throat, then his lips tilt up into a shit-eating grin. “For real?”

“Yeah.” Y/N laughs in a rush. “I guess my dirty mind kicked in.”

“Your dirty mind, huh?” A glint of excitement flashes through his eyes and he begins to eye her body up and down. He can't deny the growing urge to touch every inch of her but he can't break her boundaries. Trying to erase those thoughts, Harry grins playfully, then adds a few of his own letters alongside her tiles to play a different word even though he knows he already lost the game.

Giving her a mischievous look, he reveals the word 'boner' and Y/N inhales sharply. They sit in silence for a moment, then Y/N cracks and breaks the silence.

“Oh fuck.” She laughs, the deep seated sensation between her legs not fading. Her eyes scan down to Harry's crotch, attempting to see if what he said is true. It's getting increasingly obvious that Y/N and Harry aren't actually playing a game anymore. Harry places his hands on his lap, covering his crotch from her wandering eyes. He laughs nervously, avoiding her gaze.

“I'm sorry.” He mutters, afraid of her response and of what she thinks.

Y/N bites her lip, unsure of how to respond. He waited anxiously for her reaction. One thing was for certain, the sexual tension has grown to unimaginable levels, the game forgotten. Finally, she glances back up at him, and she couldn't keep herself in control any longer.

Leaning closer, Y/N rests her forehead on his. He is taken aback, not moving a muscle. Shutting her eyes, she leans in to kiss him. Their lips connect and they close their eyes, relishing the moment. After a couple of seconds, they pull back, not sure whether that was the right decision. Her insides tell her to keep going, to taste him more. So with half a mind, her arm reaches forward to grab his shirt, wanting him closer and craving the touch. She looks up at his face and goes in for a much longer, sensual kiss as she straddles his lap.

For a moment, Harry looks at her questioningly before diving back in. Pushing his tongue into her mouth, it deepens the kiss as they feel electricity course through their bodies. His arms make their way down her sides and he squeezes her thighs as she unconsciously grinds on him. One of his hands run up her back, gripping her hair lightly while the other hand grips her waist. A quiet moan escapes Y/N's throat at his grip on her, further adding fuel to his fire. He gives a low growl before breaking the kiss and trailing his lips down her jaw to her neck, leaving love bites down her skin.

“God, you're killing me, Y/N. Do you know that?” He groans into her, making her giggle a bit. Harry's heart burst with joy when he heard her laugh, she's the only person who could make him happy. He pulls back and grins at her then leans back in, kissing her sweetly and lifting her up. Y/N grips his shirt tightly, not wanting to be apart from him. Placing her on her back, he carefully gets on top of her, supporting his weight so he doesn't squish her, and his hands started roaming her body. Suddenly, she pushes him off of her a little and sits back up, feeling dizzy and wanting to gain her composure. Their hearts beat in synchrony and their breaths were heavy.

Harry is concerned by her quick push back, worry in his eyes. “I'm sorry, did I do anything wrong?”

“Are you kidding? That was great. I just... I..” Stuttering over her words, Y/N can't help but giggle as she ruffles her hair and leans against the throw pillow behind her. Harry is now assured that she is okay. Leaning forward, he kisses the side of her head, trying to soothe her so she'd be comfortable enough to tell him. “I want more.” She finally utters.

There was a beat of stunned silence. He shakes his head as his lips curve up into a small smirk. She mimics his expression. Lifting her chin up with his fingers, she meets his gaze. Both of them look down at her plump, red, and wet lips. Then he captures her lips with his, but not with so much restraint as before. He kisses her more passionately, hands cupping her face as he tasted her, kissed her harder, swiped his tongue against hers.

“Are you absolutely sure, Y/N? There's no going back from this.” He breathes against her lips.

Looking into his soft eyes, she can't think about anything else but him and his touch. Deep down, she always knew there was more. As she tilts her head to the side, she bites her lip and runs her hands through his hair. The feeling is a sweet relief, it is exactly how it looked and felt, just like in her dreams.

“I know. I think I've always known it was you. You're too captivating. You make me crazy.” She chuckles, blushing. “Also..” Placing her hands on his chest, she continues. “If I wasn't interested, I wouldn't be doing all this right now.” Y/N breathes, making him grin from ear to ear.

“What about waiting until marriage though? Are you sure you want to do this?”

Giggling, Y/N nods her head and bites her lip, wanting more. “Screw that.”

A shocked expression flickers across his face. Shrugging his shoulders, he leans closer. Y/N's breath hitches as Harry gently pushes her back down on the sofa, propping his forearms on either side of her head to support his weight, and placing his legs between hers. They felt each other's breath as their chests rise and fall with each in-take, anticipating what would happen next.

“Is this okay? Are you really sure, because once we start, I won't be able to stop.” His face inches closer, scanning every inch of her expression, her beautiful eyes and lips before stopping halfway.

Giving him a quick kiss, she nods and runs a hand through his hair again, then bites her lip while gazing at his seductive eyes. Her body trembles with excitement and nervousness. Trying to catch her breath, her mind is drowning in lust. She's just happy that they're alone and, after many years of dreaming about this day, the second it is finally here she is loving it.

“I'm very sure. In fact, why don't we go somewhere more...comfortable?” She whispers into his ear. Dizzy and sweating, Harry feels the bulge in his pants tightening, pressing against the fabric of his boxers as he smirks in agreement. Hastily lifting her in his arms, he crashes his lips to hers, missing their intoxicating touch.

Without pausing for thought, Y/N wraps her legs around Harry's waist as he supports her with his strong arms and makes his way towards his bedroom. Tossing her on the bed, she yelps playfully.

“Are you okay?” Harry's worried face appears in front of her. Shocked and caught off guard, Y/N bites back a smile as she pulls his shirt to collide his lips with hers again. She found herself breathing hard, unable to control it. He pulled back, meeting her eyes.

Y/N sat up slightly, reached down, and began slowly pulling Harry's shirt up his torso. The material bunched up under his arms and she broke the kiss, to slip the material off. With her pulse increasing as the intimacy heightened, she raked her eyes up his smooth, lightly bronzed, chest and torso. It was a beautiful sight. Pulling her eyes back up to his gorgeous eyes, his darkened with desire as he raised his brows in question. Instead of replying, Y/N pushed lightly on his chest, telling him without words to lie back on the bed. With his gaze never leaving hers, he lay back and waited.

Keeping the eye contact, Y/N pushed herself up and straddles over Harry's lap. His hands automatically came to rest on her thighs, the touch sending bolts of energy through her. Harry was such a tease and the way he touched her and glanced up at her was enough to get her off right there. All it would take is one little touch.

With excitement, Y/N pulls her own shirt over her head, exposing her bra for the first time to him. Of course, he had seen her in a bikini before. But the lace see-through fabric of her bra is completely different and it gets him wild. Harry watches carefully as Y/N bites her lip and leans down. Connecting their lips, she can feel his erection pressing against her.

Straddling his hips to meet his arousal, she begins to run her hands down his arms, squeezing firmly and drawing a low sound from his lips. Her body rubs up against Harry's erection and he gives a deep, low groan. Not once breaking the kiss, their hunger intensified for one another.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Y/N presses her chest up against his and his hand slowly roams around to grab her ass, giving it a soft squeeze, making her moan. His hands then reach a bit up, sticking his thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and pulling the fabric over her ass. Y/N arches her hips a bit, allowing her leggings to come off a little further.

Harry lets his hands roam up her back as Y/N nibbles on his bottom lip, slowly grinding her sex into his. His hand nudges against her thigh, motioning for her to get off of him so he can take the leggings all the way down her legs. He slides the fabric down Y/N's thighs and knees and her leggings pool at her ankles. Seeing her bare legs, he can tell just how wet she is right now. She hastily kicks off the leggings, letting them fall to the floor.

Watching her closely, his eyes scan her body, taking in the full view. She can't deny how happy she is to see Harry admiring her, appreciating what he sees, loving all of her. It's exactly what she wanted, a man to worship her, to feel loved. And Harry makes her feel those exact things and so much more.

Pushing his hips up, he quickly gets rid of his own sweatpants before he guides her back to straddle him again. One of Harry's large hands glides along Y/N's thighs to her hips before snaking around to her lower back, where he applies a slight pressure, encouraging her to grind against him.

“You're going to be the end of me.” Harry chuckles, bucking up slightly to meet her grinding hips. The feeling drives her wild as the fabric of his boxers brushes up against her lace panties.

“Harry.” Y/N moans, letting herself move in sync with Harry's perfect thrusts. Feeling Y/N's wetness seeping through her panties and onto his boxers, the friction building between their heat is burning, and he needs more of her. But he wants her to set the pace. His lips part and their eyes stay locked together. Their heart rates are picking up and their movement speeds up. The slow build was like a torture, but Harry looks so damn gorgeous and lustful, making it worth it.

“We're really doing this.” Y/N whispers out with a giggle.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Yes.” She mumbles, smiling. Y/N pushes herself up a bit, hands bracing on his chest, and spreads her legs a bit more so she can angle her center more. Then she slowly grinds into him. His teeth capture his lip and his eyes shift to take in the movement of their bodies. Harry's hands leave Y/N's hips and he grasps her ass, holding her as she rides him. Grinding harder and faster, Y/N is enjoying the sweet sensation it's giving her. Little sounds leave her mouth as she swivels her hips.

Sitting up and pressing her chest into his, Harry grabs her hips tighter and pulls her down, bucking his hips up for friction and creating a delicious burn. Looking up to her face, she has the hottest expression he has ever seen. If she keeps staring at him like that, he thinks he might burst. There is no way he's going to last much longer, which is why he needs to take care of her first.

Slowing down the pace, Harry slides his fingers up her back and takes a hold of her bra clasp. “May I?” He asks in a hoarse voice. A light glaze shines in his eyes as he keeps the eye contact with her.

“Yes.” Y/N smiles, nuzzling her face into his. Leaning down, she carefully kisses him before sitting back. “I want you so much, Harry.” She admits, to his surprise.

“Oh fuck.” Harry swears, bucking his hips up for friction. Groaning and rubbing his erection as well as he undoes the clasp of her bra and it loosens around her body. Slowly slipping it off, the fabric slides down her arms, exposing her breasts. Harry stops breathing for a moment, admiring the view and absolutely loving it.

“You're absolutely gorgeous, Y/N. I couldn't get you off my mind if I tried.” He confesses, meeting her gaze, causing the girl to blush immensely. Moving his hands up her sides and sliding them up her stomach to her boobs, her mind begins to race as she feels herself getting more and more wet.

Harry's calloused fingertips brush over her hardened nipples, his lustful eyes still gazing into hers as her jaw goes slack. Grinding her hips faster and moving them to a steady rhythm, the both of them pant as their desire grows, aching for more. Throwing her head back with a moan, Harry's lips suddenly latch on to one of her soft nipples. Her hand cups the back of his head, her fingers running through his hair as she sucks.

“Harry, I need you, please.” She whimpers, begging him. The desperate tone of her voice makes Harry shudder, a familiar hot tightness coiling inside him, threatening to unravel as she rides him. He is swift to lay her down on his soft bed, her head on his pillow, then gets back to her breasts, sliding a hand down to her panties. Harry kisses a trail of butterfly kisses down her body, leaving marks down her abdomen as he does so. Her fingers go back to grasping his hair and pulling lightly as he makes it to the top of her panties.

“Can I take these off?” Harry pants, yanking the waistband a bit. He slips his fingers inside and gently strokes her pubic bone over her panties, teasing her. Y/N eagerly nods her head, pulling his hair slightly and guiding him lower. He bites his lip and tugs her underwear down her thighs as she helps kick them off. The sight before Harry made his jaw drop, leaving him breathless.

Y/N is incredibly wet, her fluids are dripping down her thighs, no hair blocking the way for him. Harry inhales sharply, running his finger through her folds and collecting her juice. Raising his hand to her face, he shows her. Feeling incredibly timid all of a sudden, she blushes and squeezes her legs shut.

“Hush now. You're perfect, so beautiful and bare for me.” Harry insists and peppers her knees with kisses. She parts her legs a bit wider for Harry. “Good girl, Y/N.”

Licking his lips, Harry traces his thumbs up her inner thighs and kisses her exposed clit. A spark flows through her body as Harry closes his eyes, getting lost in the exquisite taste of her arousal. The feeling is completely new to Y/N, she's not sure how to respond or what to do. At the same time, everything he does feels so good. Harry licks over her folds, running his tongue from the bottom to the tip. Her hands turn into fists, tugging at his brown hair as she draws a sharp breath.

A little too shy to make any noises as Harry teases Y/N's clit with the tip of his tongue. Her legs start to shake and she quickly covers her mouth with her hand as she lets out a needy moan. Harry grasps her wrist, pulling it away from her mouth.

“Don't be afraid. I want to hear you.” The thought of Y/N covering her mouth or muffling her sounds and keeping quiet bothers him a bit. Y/N lets out a little gasp and nods quickly. Without breaking eye contact, Harry presses his flattened tongue against her clit and licks until Y/N's vision starts to swim.

“Harry.” Y/N moans as Harry flattens his tongue, licking up her slit while he inserts a finger.

“Keep telling me how you feel. It's incredibly sexy.”

“Feels... Incredible.” She manages to get out before she squeezes her eyes shut. Harry responds by wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking gently. Inserting a second finger, he curls them against her G-spot while he twirls and flicks his tongue quickly.

“Y-yes.” Y/N cries out when Harry discovers her sweetest spot. Harry smirks and presses his fingers deeper while he continues using his mouth.

Keeping up with the swift motions of his tongue, his nose rubbing her clit a bit, Y/N's toes begin to curl and her heels dig into his mattress. Harry can't help but let out a low growl as the girl in front of him moans at a high pitch.

“H-Harry.” She whimpers between quick pants. Her stomach suddenly tightens as a ball of warmth spreads, soon making her go weak in the legs. Flicking his eyes up to watch her orgasm, he lets the heat spiral through her. His thrusts slow down as her insides pulsate, and he gets dizzy, feeling pretty smug. It feels like an explosion between her legs, so Y/N can't stop herself from grinding on his face to prolong her pleasure.

“See how gorgeous you are when you come for me?” Harry breathes after she catches her breath, gazing deep into her eyes and rubbing soft circles on her clit with his middle and pointerfinger.

His eyes were soft, but dark with lust, the expression in them shifting slightly as she stared at him. She could see his hardened nipples and defining tent of his boxers. Still on cloud nine, her cheeks feel hot and her body is radiating immense pleasure.

She wants to initiate the next move but she simply doesn't know where to start. Instead, Harry decides for her. Getting rid of his last piece of clothing, Y/N watches closely as he reveals his completely naked self. He kicks off his boxers and climbs back on the bed, hovering over her.

“What do you want to do next?” He asks in between kisses. Biting her lip in nervousness, she places her hands on his chest and kisses him.

“I don't know. Do you want me to return the favour?” She suggests with a sheepish smile, but Harry shakes his head.

“I want you to feel good. No favours you need to return unless you really want to.” He returns her offer with a gentle smile. She feels herself blush as his words run through her.

“Do you think...” She pauses and Harry swallows hard at the sound of her timid voice. “Do you want to try it?”

For a moment Harry is confused before her words begin to sink in. She wasn't very specific but there was no need for that. With his heart about to jump out of his throat, he understands right away and nods.

His eyes catch hers, and they smile in relief, happy to enjoy each other. Her mind runs wild as he kneels up for a moment to retrieve a condom from his nightstand. When he does so, her eyes run down his abs and back to his dark gaze. He tears the foil and puts the condom on his erection, the sight of him doing it making her want him even more.

“Are you absolutely sure?” He wonders, adjusting her on the bed so they're both comfortable. Swallowing hard, she nods, wanting this to happen. He asks her over and over to make sure she's sure of what she wants. She admits she's a bit nervous to do this for the first time, but she's 100% positive she wants to go through with this.

“Tell me to stop and I will, I promise.” Positioning himself, Y/N feels his breath on her lips as she gives him an enthusiastic nod. Smiling down at her, Harry pushes into her tight hole, going at a very slow and gentle speed so he doesn't hurt her. She was nervous, but his touch and actions helped keep her calm. He pushes his hips forward slightly, making Y/N whimper. Reaching up to caress his cheek with a sigh, the intimate contact giving him the strength to push into her as carefully as possible.

Being incredibly gentle with her, he hovers over her, eyes looking deeply into hers and soft sounds coming from his mouth, staying like that for a long time. Burying himself deep within her, Harry is completely still for a moment. The feeling of fullness and the sudden pressure is the best she's ever had. Finally able to fully relax, Y/N presses her lips against Harry's.

“You can move.” She breathes, to his great joy. The feeling of the heat of her pussy enveloping his erection sent a shiver down his spine. Gradually sliding out slowly, she feels her body moving in rhythm. Inch by inch, he eases himself back into her with a low hiss.

Harry clenches the sheets beneath them as he slowly builds his pace to a smooth rocking, groaning with her when his cock hits the end of her, causing little electric sparks up her spine. Harry sits up and grabs hold of her hips, her arms flying up to cover her chest in the process.

“Jesus, your pussy's so tight, feels so good.” Harry comments in a strained voice as he holds her hips tighter and guides her to rock into his thrusts. Y/N moves her arms back down, her hands trying to find something to grip as her walls clench tightly, making Harry thrust a bit harder. Squeezing the sheets, Y/N moans again.

“H-Harry. Oh! Please, faster.” Picking up the speed, Harry begins to shake as he pumps his hips harder. She rolls her head back, mouth wide open as the sweet build of an orgasm starts to rise in the pit of her stomach.

Grasping her hips tighter, he's practically spilling out all kinds of wonderful things as she cries out again and again. The lust takes over, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through her body.

His hand reaches down to rub her clit. Biting on her lip, her walls convulse and her breathing becomes heavy. They both stop breathing altogether when she arches her back sharply, getting in on their rhythm, pounding harder into her core. The warmth keeps building, coursing through her veins and through every cell.

“Oh, Harry. I'm gonna...”

“I know, baby.” He interjects as she writhes beneath him. Hitting that sacred spot inside her with each thrust, she doesn't think she'll be able to hold it in much longer. She wraps her legs around his waist, creating a deeper angle. It's absolutely amazing. She never wants it to end. Her toes curl and her eyelids flutter, taking it all in.

“I can't... Harry.” She exclaims breathlessly, and then screams out, repeating his name.

“You can, Y/N. Look at me. Let go and come for me.” Hearing his raspy voice and the sound of flesh hitting flesh, combined with the sound of his encouraging words drives her even more crazy, almost at the edge. She knows she'll fall down into a complete state of bliss any minute now. Grinding her hips harder, holding on for dear life and digging her nails into his back. She's squeezing him with her walls, everything seemed to melt together into an incredible cocktail of pleasure as she shouts out his name and comes on his cock. He keeps fucking her, keeping her orgasm going even after it came to an end.

When she regains the control over her body, she lowers her legs from around his body.

“Oh, Harry, that was amazing.” A lazy smile spreads across his face and their eyes lock, the both of them panting from her height.

“Do you want to try another position?” He inquires, leaving Y/N with a curious yet excited look on her face. Y/N nods with a faint “Yeah.” and the corners of his mouth tilt upward. With that, he pulls out, an unexplainable sense of emptiness filling Y/N, and she watches as he pushes her onto her stomach, taking a hold of her legs. Harry nuzzles his face into her neck, whispering sweet praises in her ear as he eases her into their next position.

Leaning up on her hands, he raises her onto her knees and steadies her position. He lines his cock up with her entrance from behind. Harry rubs the tip between her folds, he easily glides into her. Kissing her shoulders and down her spine, he doesn't hold back this time and she didn't mind because his wilder thrusts felt unbelievable, not to mention the sounds he kept making. Pounding his hips up against her ass with determination, his curses get louder and his moans turn into the most beautiful sounds she's ever heard. He's close. Y/N knows it.

“Y/N.” He manages in between hot pants and deep groans.

“Yes?” She asks.

“Where do you want me to...” She only had to think about it for half a second and nearly moaned at the mere thought.

“Keep going.” A fierce thud echoes through the room, matching Harry's skin slapping against hers as he rubs her clit once again and gives his final thrusts. Harry tightens his grip and Y/N can feel every muscle in his body get tense as he fills the condom. He's still for a moment, the throbbing of his cock noticeable inside of her.

Leaning up over her, he wraps his arms around her waist and her chin, tilting her head up towards him for a breathtaking kiss. Their tongues slow dance as Harry pulls out, carefully sitting the girl on the bed.

Harry leaves the room to his ensuite to toss the condom and clean up. He brings a damp washcloth and wipes her down, cleaning up the clear mess between her legs. Getting to her chest, he is gently and thoroughly meticulous. Doing everything as painstakingly slow as possible, Y/N closes her eyes in serenity.

While being touched so delicately, she lets out a small sigh and places her hand on his. Bringing her knuckles up to his soft lips, a faint smile plays upon his gorgeous lips. The intensity and lust in Harry's eyes are nowhere to be found, only adoration lingers now. He dresses himself in a clean pair of boxers and turns around to speak up.

“You're staying right?” He questions, slightly chewing his lip as Y/N makes direct eye contact, the thought of staying and sleeping beside him becoming increasingly tempting.

“I'd love to.” She responds hazily, the sleep already starting to take over her body. Harry chuckles at her clear exhaustion.

“I'll get you a shirt and a pair of boxers then. If you want.” He stutters in a nervous way, his confidence fading into a shy demeanor all over again.

“That would be great, thank you.” Sitting up on the bed, she watches as he opens the bottom drawer of his wardrobe, pulling out an oversized Rolling Stones t-shirt and a pair of plain black boxers. Harry hands the garments to her and heads out of the room.

She throws his Rolling Stones shirt over her frame and glances down, making a mental note to take this shirt home tomorrow. After slipping on the boxers, she lets out a heavy sigh, crawling into the bed and plumping the pillows behind her back, getting ready to put in her best effort to stay awake until Harry returned.

Entering the room with two mugs in his hands and a cautious expression, he can't help but smile at the sight of her body so carefully protected by his bedding. The overwhelming joy floods his body as he sits down next to her, gently handing her a mug, full of tea. A sincere smile spreads across her face as she accepts the mug, sipping the warm liquid and pulling the bedsheets up higher.

“Thank you. Do you usually bring tea after sex?” She jokes, Harry letting out a light-hearted giggle and grinning before replying.

“I just thought it could help you relax, or calm you down.” The honesty in his voice catching her off guard for a moment as she quickly recovers.

“Relax or calm me down?” Raising his eyebrows, he nods slowly.

“I know how intense and strong the emotions that are inside of you can get. I wanted you to have a tea that would help soothe your mind know you.” He explains, placing his hand on top of hers, rubbing circles as she nods. Placing the hot tea down on the nightstand, she turns back to him with wide eyes.

“That means a lot, thank you.” She whispers, pressing her lips to his ever so gently. The cup of tea feels like a confirmation that she made the right choice to give herself to Harry. He cares for her, makes her feel cherished and comfortable. That's a great thing in Y/N's opinion.

Snuggling up closer to Harry, they sip their hot tea. Harry asks her if she's feeling alright, to which Y/N answers that she feels fantastic, and Harry can't help but think back to the few hours ago when they danced around eachother, making his heart ache. He kisses the top of her head and caresses her face as he stares into her eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” He voices, cupping her face in his large hands.

“About how I wanna do all of that again with you.” She blurts out innocently, making the man laugh for the umpteenth time tonight and making her wish he would keep laughing forever.

“You're not the only one.” He says, setting his empty mug of tea next to hers. All of that tension, all of the stolen glances and awkward moments leading up to what happened tonight felt completely worth it. They both got some stress out and finally found the right times. Being held by the best person in the world, Y/N finds it easy to shut her mind down. Everything is good and she believes their friendship has grown into something far deeper. Maybe she finally found love, she thought before she surrendered to her heavy eyelids and drifted off, pressed against Harry's warm skin.

Sighing with relief and pure admiration, Harry lets his mind wander as he looks down at the most stunning girl he's ever laid eyes upon. He closes his eyes, pulling the blankets higher so her delicate form won't get cold in the middle of the night and lets himself indulge in the feeling of her soft skin brushing his. Not being able to believe what just happened between them, his body relaxes more than it had in months, maybe even years. Admiring her features and carefully placing a chaste kiss on her temple before he too drifts off to sleep.

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Day four of Astarion x Rogue!Tav winter fluff for the BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge!

Prompt: Mulled Wine

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Premise: Astarion walks into you making mulled wine. He doesn’t understand why you must ruin wine for the sake of winter. When he refuses to see your point, you find another way to show him.

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Holidays, Alcohol, Kisses, post-cannon

Word count: ~1k

“Darling, what are you doing to that red wine?” Astarion walks into the kitchen, turning his nose up at the concoction you’re stirring.

“I’m making mulled wine,” you say, turning to smile at him. “What do you think I’m doing?”

He gives a single sniff and turns his lips down into a grimace. “My nose tells me that you’re ruining a perfectly good bottle of wine.” You drop the smile and give him a glare.

“What do you mean ruining?” you ask, incredulous. “I’m following the instructions that Gale gave me to the letter. Though I guess I am skipping over some of his longer-winded tangents…” A quick glance over at the notes on the counter confirms your accuracy.

The vampire shakes his head at you and walks up to the stove where you’re still stirring. “I have no doubt that you’re executing it perfectly, dear. You’ve made poisons that require more finesse than this. However, adding all of those spices– and oranges? What was wrong with the original wine?”

“Nothing was wrong. I just wanted to make something seasonal,” you say, feeling the need to defend your creation. You look down at your mixture, at the various pieces of seasonal flavors swirling as you stir, and you’re almost positive that it will taste perfect on a cold winter’s day like today.

“Why not a nice buttered rum? I don’t mind if you torment the rum.”

You roll your eyes at this, knowing full well now that this line of questioning was meant to be entertainment for Astarion. He was likely just bored and wondering why you were spending so much time in the kitchen. “I don’t want buttered rum. Why are you so against mulled wine– when was the last time you even had mulled wine?”

A moment of silence passes between you, and you turn away from your pot to look at him, suddenly fearful that you accidentally struck a nerve you hadn’t meant to. However, he just looks pensive, a single finger tapping his chin thoughtfully. When his answer finally comes, he just says it with a sense of awe, “You know, it’s likely been over 200 years.”

“Oh,” you respond, pursing your lips. You gesture at him with the spoon you’re holding. “Maybe it would be like a brand new experience?”

“It could be,” he responds, and while there’s some hesitation to his tone, he does sound more amenable to the idea now. He wafts the steam from the pot toward his nose, as if a better sniff might change his mind. Instead your lover physically recoils and places a hand over his face. “Gods, what are these spices?”

“Let’s see... cardamom, cinnamon, and star anise,” you recite, looking back at the paper Gale wrote you.

Your lover makes a face at you before he chokes out, “Star anise? That’s where the pungent smell is coming from. Darling, as the resident connoisseur of scents, you should have asked me for your spices.”

“Ah,” you breathe out, understanding dawning on you. You point the spoon at him excitedly, “I got it!”

“Got what?” he says, staring at you blankly. You can feel his assurance in your ability to make mulled wine deteriorating by the second. No matter– you know how to fix this.

Scooping up a bit of your brew in the stirring spoon, you blow gently on it to cool it down and hold it out to him. “Try it.”

“Oh no,” he immediately says, taking a step back. “I refuse to be your test subject.”

“Fine then, let me try it first.” You sip the mulled wine out of the spoon, savoring it on your tongue. It’s sweet, it’s spiced, and it tastes just like cozying up to a fireplace– your face breaks into a wide grin at its rich flavor. As you suspected, the star anise only gives it a subtle note, none of that strong licorice smell it typically has. Astarion wouldn't remember that after hundreds of years away from drinks like this. “Mmm, it’s perfect.”

Astarion looks at you for a second, as if waiting for your composure to crack, your body to convulse with disgust. When nothing happens, he only asks, “What does it taste like?”

“Would you like to try it?” You’re beaming at him now, absolutely certain that this will change his mind about mulled wine.

He still seems cautious, probably wondering if this is all some ruse devised by you and Gale.

Sensing his worries, you scoop another spoonful for yourself, take a drink, and close the distance between you. “Mmm mm,” you say to him, behind closed lips.

“What?” the man asks, raising a single eyebrow at you.

“Mmm mm!” you repeat, pointing to your lips, which you’re emphatically puckering at him.

Your request clicks in his head a moment later and he can’t help the laugh that escapes him. “My love, have I told you that you’re utterly ridiculous lately? Because I feel like you’re overdue.” Nevertheless, he takes a step forward, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you close as he meets your pursed lips with his.

The kiss, much like the mulled wine, starts off sweet but quickly comes with a kick of spice. Astarion’s tongue traces your bottom lip and you open your mouth to allow him in. One of his hands finds your face and angles it to deepen the kiss, locking his mouth with yours to try to keep the wine from spilling.

You feel a few trickles of liquid fall down your chin, but you find that you don’t mind– in fact, the only thing on your mind is the way Astarion’s tongue is relishing the mulled wine. The vampire gives a low hum as his tongue circles yours, tasting the liquid fully. He has yet to run away in revulsion, so you’re pretty sure he likes it. Or at the very least likes kissing you.

When he finally pulls away, a bit short of breath, his lips stained with wine, he gives you a smirk. “I think I finally understand the appeal of mulled wine.”

“So does that mean you liked it?” you ask him, equally breathless.

Astarion swipes his thumb down your chin, wiping away the wine that dribbled down before bringing it to mouth. He gives you a dark, lidded look as he licks it off and gives a rumbling hmm. “I’m not sure yet. You’ll have to give me another taste.”

It’s slow going, but you enthusiastically ensure that your lover gets his fill of mulled wine.

#astarion #astarion x tav #fanfic #rogue + rogue #astarion x reader #bg3holidayfluffle23

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dailydragon08 · 3 months

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headcanon post idea: everyone’s reactions when you tell them you’re proud of them (ex. after a tough mission or bc they’ve been having a hard time mentally/emotionally)

Although she’s used to the spotlight from being royalty and a revered leader in the rebellion, Leia isn’t very used to genuine praise. She’s usually the one praising someone else (or yelling at them, more likely) and the most she’s gotten in the last few years is a quick “good work” when she delivered the plans for the first Death Star before the Battle of Yavin. So when you first make her look you in the eye and genuinely tell her that you’re proud of her, she freezes for a minute. The last time she really heard that from someone who meant it was her parents, so it hits her a bit harder than she expected and she doesn’t completely know what to do with the feeling. She’s so used to being the rock for everyone else – and keeping her inner thoughts a secret was part of her job and how she stayed safe for a long time – that she takes a while to show any sort of big emotion in front of people, and even then will only do so in private. She gives you a small smile, nod, and quiet thanks before redirecting the attention to you, how much you helped, and says how she’s proud of you. But she will concede to an “I’m proud of us” before giving your shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

Luke also hasn’t heard a genuine “I’m proud of you” in a long time (not that the OT gang isn’t proud of him, they just typically don’t say it in words), but he tends to be a bit more emotionally available than his sister on a more regular basis. He can’t keep the emotion off his face and for a second, you’re afraid you said the wrong thing as his big, blue eyes start getting glassy. It means the galaxy to him, especially from someone who knows everything that happened with Owen, Beru, his father, and the emperor, not to mention all the weight on his shoulders in regard to rebuilding the Jedi Order from scratch. He collects himself soon after, but still gives you a warm smile and “thank you” before wrapping you in a tight hug. He tells you he’s proud of you as well and there isn’t anyone else he’d rather have on his team, holding the hug for a bit longer than you expected (but you, of course, would never be the first to let go).

Han pretends to be affection-averse, even though he isn’t – but, hey, he’s got a reputation to maintain. He splutters for a minute before recovering and saying something along the lines of, “Yeah, I am aware how awesome I am, kid, and I’m glad you’ve finally realized it, too. Ya know, I’m gonna remind you that you acknowledged my greatness next time you get on me for somethin’ – in fact, here,” he holds his comm right in front of your mouth and hits record, “why don’t you say that again so I have some proof?” You bat the comm away and tell him how insufferable he is before you both go back to what you were doing before. But, when he thinks you’re not looking, you can see the dopiest smile across his face.

Lando takes it the most in stride. He looks surprised for a minute, before smiling, thanking you, and putting a hand on your shoulder and giving it an affection squeeze and light shake. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he says before remarking on how you two make a great team, even going so far as to list specifics of exactly why you work so well together. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walk back to base, a new spring in his step that you can’t deny is adorable.

Chewie (platonic) immediately says something in Shyriiwook that you think (hope?) sounds happy before enveloping you in a bear hug that almost crushes your ribs. You hang on for dear life, half laughing and half struggling to breathe, patting the Wookiee’s back before begging him to put you down before he accidentally crushes you. He mumbles something that almost sounds like the cadence of an apology in his language before setting you down and affectionately petting your head.

R2D2 (platonic) chirps, whistles, and wobbles on his two outer legs happily and is then adorably glued to your side the rest of the day. Han and Lando tease you about how you’ve found yourself your own personal servant, but Leia and Luke think it’s adorable, and even Luke comments on how much R2 loves you when he’s out of earshot. C3PO translates at some point, telling you how much R2 appreciates the compliment and that he enjoys working with you before the astromech is zipping away again to refill your water bottle for the third time.

C3PO (platonic) gives you a surprised “oh, my” before thanking you profusely. He even gives you a little bow and says, “You’re too kind. I enjoy our work together as well and you do a marvelous job at everything you set your mind to.” You give him a smile and a thanks before turning back to what you were previously doing, laughing quietly to you overhear him walking down the hall going, “Oh, Master Luke, you won’t believe what just happened!”

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celebtf · 24 days

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Vinnie & the Car-shop

It was a hot summer day, Mid-july and and I was taking my Car to work. I woke up and I was not feeling well today, my head hurt, I was tired and hungry but I needed to work so I could afford rent and have food on my table.

I sat in the car, I got the AUX and put on some music from my regular playlist. The playlist is around 10h long so I have some songs to shuffle through.

As I was driving on the highway my car started to make this strange noice, I was in a rush and needed to hurry. I continued to drive even with the strange noice but the more I drove the more the sound got worse.

I picked up my phone and called my boss " Hey Joe, I'm sorry but my car just broke down on the Highway. I might not come in on time today, but I'm making it up to you" I heard my boss laugh a little " Hey man, it's okay, take the time you need and be safe while driving on the 40 highway. "

I hang up and called my local Car-shop and they send a car to pick my truck up. They come and I get a ride to the car-shop.

I walk in to the shop seeing a young man, im his early 20's, he can't be much younger then me, sitting on a box with his face in his face.

I go up to him and start talking " Hey man, what's up? How's it going " I asked to he polite and to see if there's anything I can help with.

" Hey man, I don't know, I'm having trouble with this thing over here, I don't know how or if I can fix this thing " the young man, who I now can see is that one tiktoker... what's his name, Vinnie hacker I think.

" Okay man, give me that thing over there " Vinnie gives me the screw and I show him how he can twist this and do that " Also, my fingers are getting dirty can I Barrow your gloves real quick " I ask him.

He gives me his gloves and I start to work on the car, and a bit later I feel the place getting hotter " I'm so sorry, but it's just so hot, I need to just take my shirt off" I said, throws the shirt and start working.

As I'm working I can feel my hands heat up, but I can't take the gloves off, my hands start to cramp and I can see them grow. My arms began so gain muscles and I can see a few, not a few alot of new tattoos for. My shoulders get bigger and my pecs too. I can feel my nipples getting hard and touching them feels really Nice. I felt something that felt like a punch to my stomach and I can see a pac of abs start to appear, a hard sixpack of Washboard abs.

I feel my face starting to heat up, my jaw cracked and got sharper, my eyes burned and my eyebrows grew bushier and my hair suddenly grew a bit longer, and blond. I'm usually not blond.

" Hey vinnie, wasn't your workday over 30 minutes ago? Why are you still here?" The owner comes up to me " I'm sorry I didn't hear you, what did you call me?"

He just looked at me and laughed " Vinnie you're always such a jokester " I didn't really understand him, but if I needed to leave then I would have to get going..

I went to the Bathroom before closing and that's when I finally saw what he meant. I was really vinnie, but how? And where was he now? But my mind started remember things, everything in my mind as Vinnie's memories.

" Okay I look really good, even better then before, I think I can get used to this"

I laughed and left the shop

Hey, I'm back, I wrote this story last week after trying to get out of this writters block I have had for like a month. I'm okay with this story not being the best. Just wanted something out and to post.

#celebrity tf #body swap #celebtf #transformation #gay #male body suit #malebody swap #male shapeshift #body switch #vinnie hacker #tiktok #cars #noah beck

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sharedramblings · 1 year

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Morning Kisses

Summary: You finally decided to act on it.

Author's note: Did I made a side blog just to share this? Yes. Do I think it's good? No. Am I a good writer? Also no. Will I still post it despite that? Yes, absolutely. This isn't beta read, just so everyone knows. Criticism and feedback are definitely welcome.

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You stretched out your limbs as you slowly woke up from your sleep, hands grabbing Larissa's pillow.

"Good morning" you muttered sleepily, inhaling the scent that lingers on the soft cushion.

"Good morning, darling. Do you feel rested?"

You just hummed in return, blindly searching for your phone to check the time. Still a bit early.

You sat up slowly, shaking the remnants of sleep out of you. You stare at her covered back first, moving to her face which you could see through the mirror. She already showered, and was currently preparing herself for the day. She fixed the last of her foundation before she regarded you in that same mirror.

"Is everything okay?" You smiled and gave her a nod.

"Just got mesmerized with your beauty" Now it's her turn to smile, despite the eye roll she paired it with.

You decided to get up and leave the bed as it is. You'll tidy it up later. For now, you have something else in your mind.

"Do you need to leave soon?" You stopped in her back, hands resting on her shoulders. Larissa picks up her phone and you wait for her answer.

"I have time to spare. Why?" She resumed with what she was doing, letting you massage her shoulders lightly.

"May I?" You gaze at her lovingly, chin resting on her shoulder while your hands are fiddling with the tie of her robe.

"Darling, we don't have enough time for that" She replies back, her face alight with a barely held back smile, eyes shining with playfulness.

You understood what she was pertaining to, but that wasn't what you were after. Not today at least.

"That's not what I meant," You kissed her temple, short and sweet. "Can I show you instead?"

Her gaze stays on you, the playfulness giving way to curiosity, before nodding her head in a silent go ahead. You smile at her before finally untying her robe. Your hands went back to her shoulders, slowly peeling it off of her. Your eyes went down to the newly exposed skin, placing the first kiss on the junction where her neck and shoulders meet. Your quick and soft kisses followed the length of her shoulder, some are fleeting and others with more pressure.

Larissa lets out a contented sigh, her skin abuzzed where she can feel your lips venture next. She can't decide how she wants to savor the way you seem determined to kiss every inch of her skin– if she wants to close her eyes or watch your every move.

"What's gotten into you?" A soft smile overtakes her features while you pepper more kisses on her shoulder blade.

She can feel the ghost of a smile that must have been in your lips before she heard you utter, "Courage"

She turned her head to regard you, "Courage?"

You hummed, lips going back to the upper part of her shoulder to travel down the joint that connects to her arm.

You pause your ministrations for a while, hands busy taking the robe off of her arms. It's your turn now to look at her, the distance between your faces almost nonexistent.

"I've been meaning to do this for some time now." you whispered, not wanting to disturb the serene atmosphere surrounding you both in the early time of day.

"And what made you act now?" Her voice is deeper, richer than her usual timbre.

"I can't put it off any longer. I'm afraid I'll go mad if I won't have the chance to do this at least once"

Her heart thunders in her chest. You've always watched her do her morning routine, and while she loves your unwavering attention on her during those times, this– the way you kiss her body with so much devotion– she loves even more, she decides.

"Besides, you told me you have a few minutes. That's a very clear cue if I'm being honest, one that I'll gladly take"

When Larissa's robe lies on her hips and she sits half-naked, you embraced her and held her chin with your forefinger, indirectly ordering her to look in the mirror. You caught her eyes, a question rolling off your tongue.

"Will you allow me the chance, my love?"

You've been dreaming of kissing her just like this. You dreamt of worshipping her in such an intimate way. Not that you don't on any chance you get, but you want to show it in every possible way you can think of. She is the love of your life, the one you want to spend the entirety of it with, your constant and your favorite; you are hers in any and every meaning of that very word, and you want her to always remember that.

She whispered her approval, loving the way you held her still. She made a remark of not wanting you to go mad, which made you chuckle a little. Then you smiled and thanked her, but before going back to what you were lovingly doing, you told her, "By all means continue with your make-up, I'd hate to be the reason you'll be late"

You both know she hates it. She does not like tardiness because time is of the essence. But... maybe, maybe just this once she will allow herself to be late. There's always a first for everything, she supposed.

"I believe that's impossible" You've resumed showing your love with your lips on her upper arm now, one hand on the other to caress and squeeze.

"Just try" You muttered in between kisses. You let go of her arm so she can move freely, as freely as possible while you occupy the other.

And she did. Larissa did try. Yet she can't bring herself to focus elsewhere when you go kiss after kiss without pause and break. Your movements were gentle, loving, and unhurried. It feels like time isn't something you're bothered by, that you'd truly rather spend every second kissing her entirely than do anything else. You showed your admiration not only with the kisses you showered her, but also with the open fondness evident in your eyes, as well as the way you lovingly hold her hand in yours.

She opted to watch you, not daring to try again with the supposed task at hand. She watched you place kiss upon kiss in her skin, how your eyes drink everything that is her, how your fingers rub at the back of her hand– and all at once the warmth your actions provided feels overwhelmingly pleasant and addicting, a feeling she knew would be committed to memory.

Soon, your journey has you in its end. Her palm facing your lips as you pressed the last kiss on the center. Her fingers twitched, and you smiled as the movement caught your attention.

Larissa thought you were done, but then you turned her hand and kissed the back of it. Your eyes were closed, lips still pressed on her hand, and she took the moment to bite her lip. The happiness which envelops her can't be sustained. You savored the moment and inhaled, opening your eyes to stare at her sapphire eyes. "I'm forever yours."

With that, she pulls you close to her, lips seeking yours in a languid kiss. You accepted her every move, relishing on the sweetness and the affection laced in it. It feels like you've been blessed by a divine being, one you've devoted all your time and effort to.

You two were catching your breaths when you reluctantly pulled apart, eyes immediately searching for the other's. You wanted to live in that bubble for a little longer, but you still have to continue so you gathered yourself before starting on the other side of her body. This time you paired it up with sweet nothings in between kisses, and you love how her current blissful state intensifies even more.

Maybe this could be more of a usual occurrence than a one time thing. Who knows. If a few more minutes before officially starting the day consists of such a tender moment, then you're both willing to modify a couple of things in your routine.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

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auratux · 11 months

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rin + a cuddling session after a long day? <3

ah summer thank you so much for requesting babes!! i hope you like it <3

wc: 861 || unedited!!

The hand on the clock moved yet again full circle after 60 seconds have passed, indicating another minute had gone by. The time read 9:18 PM. It was perfect.

The sun had gone to sleep for the night as well as the nearby birds who have flown back to their nests to be with their family. It was absolutely quiet – except for the noise of the crickets that took shelter in the bushes near the windows from the outside. That might’ve annoyed Rin the most.

Almost every night Rin had the same routine. Once he returned back from practice, he would find himself walking to his weight room in the back of his apartment and doing weights until he could no longer move a muscle. Next were his yoga and breathing exercises. He’d take deep breaths and calm his body and mind, going over the mental notes in his head for any ways that he could better himself for the next day, the day after that, and so on. Occasionally he’d let out a small grunt when stretching his muscles out. He never realized how sore he was until he got to this step in his routine.

The next was probably his favorite. He never wanted to admit it but just like every other athlete in the world, he desperately needed a shower after an exhausting day. He loved when the water was a bit more on the hotter side. One time when you joined him, you complained that the temperature of the water almost burned your skin off – and in response, he said, “That’s too bad. Hot water soothes everything.” He meant well, but you knew he was serious.

His next and final step was dinner. There was nothing special about this for the most part. The majority of all his meals are prepped on Sunday night so he didn’t have to worry about it when he came back and was exhausted. They were usually all in the same category. Whatever he thought he needed in his food intake, he’d make it to the best of his ability.

Tonight was different.

He was not in the mood to go straight to the weight room. Instead, he found himself going straight for the bathroom and taking a quick shower. He wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was the fact that his left knee was hurting a bit more, or the fact there was a limp in his step. Overall, he knew today that he would go off his routine.

Which led him to his current position.

Rin lay on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling. His arm was wrapped around your body – his fingers slowly moving up and down your side. The tips of his fingers on your body caused goosebumps to arise on your skin. Your spare hand rests on his abdomen, drawing lazy shapes onto his bare skin.

There were things you wanted to say and ask him but you felt as if this was the wrong time to bring it up. Words would ruin a rare moment like this. You both knew you needed this. You couldn’t remember when the last time was when you and Rin could lay in bed and relax with one another. He was always so busy and would come home late and when he did, he would get started on his nightly post-practice routine. Chances are when he finished, you were already off to bed to wake up early for your job the next morning.

Getting to spend this moment was all you needed. It was quiet besides the insects out your window – the lighting in the room was dimmed. Rin felt as if he could drift off to sleep at any moment, but if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want this moment to end.

Laying here with you made him realize how much he yearned for this.

“I miss you.”

Rin notices his words caught you by surprise, and rightfully so. He can’t remember the last time he said those words to you. Him saying it now showed you that he meant every word.

“I miss you too, Rin.”

A small smile is plastered on his face when he feels your head trying to bury itself even deeper into the crook of his neck. Your lips press against the spot above his collarbone and a muffled, “I love you” is said.

“I love you,” he mutters, cranking his head to the side and pressing his lips against your forehead. “More than you can know.”

No words were said after that. Kisses and loving touches were the only thing exchanged between the two of you. Rin wondered how he went so long without the warm feeling that pooled in his belly when he was with you. Soccer took up so much of his time that he didn’t realize it was hurting him and you.

He made a vow while staring up at the ceiling ; to spend more nights like this with you. The sport was his dream after all, but it could only take him so far.

His real dream lay in his arms, fast asleep — right where he wanted you to be.

#summer <3 #rin x reader #Itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk #blue lock

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ilycorisradiata · 2 years

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Scaramouche Part 2 👀

his report pt. 2

ಌ his report: scaramouche x male!reader

ಌ theme: he'd warned you about doing it in the office next, but you didn't think he had meant it so soon

ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, amab reader, dom!scara, office sex, masturbation, oral (scara receiving), exhibitionism(is that the word? 6am brain go poop !), sex up against a meeting room window hehe, some degrading names said by scara, a certain ginger catches you maybe sorta, solo edited + solo read, cross-posted on ao3

ಌ wc: 2.1k

ಌ notes: [link to part 1] hi anon !! ask and you shall receive >:) this one is longer than pt. 1 since it originally was just a drabble (i got a bit carried away...) hope you enjoy ! (sorry... only one update this weekend, will post more fics soon)

“That concludes this meeting. Please send me those documents once you are finished with the processing, and I’ll get them approved right away.” All colleagues in the room stand from their seats, including you, gathering everything to leave your boss to his devices in the meeting room. Scaramouche made his way to the main desk, his desk, in the meeting room. Just as you were about to leave, he stops you.

“Ah, Y/N, stay here. I want a word with you.” Stopping in your tracks, sweat trickling down the back of your neck, shutting the door behind your colleagues with a click. He’s quick to be behind you, pulling you away from the door by your wrist and bringing you back over to the meeting table.

He didn’t speak to you in this moment, and it made you more nervous than before. A bubbling panic. What could have possibly ticked him off in the meeting, or anywhere for that matter? He spoke eloquently during the meeting, not a single thing to announce he was annoyed or upset with the outcome. His words had flown smoothly, well-spoken.

“A-ah, Scara– I mean, Boss, what did you need from me?”

“Strip.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear me? Strip. Now.”

Looking at him; his face forming a dangerous look, and the glow in his eyes almost light up the room slightly. It was a different look. Never having seen this before, especially at your workplace, you couldn’t question him. He had an authority over you, in more ways than one and it would be wrong to disobey him now. You, of course, wanted this just as much as he did. It only surprised you because it was so soon… So, you strip. Every last piece of your work uniform is in a pile on the floor, and you hadn’t even heard the fact that Scaramouche had actually locked the door to the meeting room before walking slowly back toward you. You were too embarrassed to remove every article from your body… So, you stood embarrassed in nothing but your boxers. He stares you down, noticing your hesitation to remove everything

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” A scowl adorned his face, arms folded over his chest and a finger taps impatiently on his clothed bicep. Slipping your thumbs under the waistband, you pull them down slowly. Your heart was hammering in your ribcage, that fear of someone walking in with you completely in the nude, at work, with your boss in front of you… What would they even think of this situation? A hand flies to your jaw, holding your face up with some force so you would finally look at him, and you could do nothing but stare back in awe. You wanted to curse yourself for finding that arousing, cock twitching to life. Previous anxious thoughts were out of the window… And all you could concentrate on was your boss in front of you. Letting go of your jaw, he steps closer to you and breathes down your neck, into your ear.

“I want you to prepare yourself in front of me. Show me how you pleasure yourself when I’m not there, hmm?” He steps back, enough to give you some room. His instructions were absolute, and you weren’t risking the fact of getting embarrassed in front of your colleagues. Squatting down, you spit into your hand and palm away at your half erect cock. You hear him blow a long and low whistle, stepping back to watch every expression you pull on your face. Hot. Everywhere felt hot. You couldn’t tell if it was from shyness, or if it was because his eyes were burning holes into your face, your body. With the other hand you suck on two fingers, and you look up, hoping to entice him. He looks at you, unbothered. No matter the number of little moans around your fingers had given you the reaction you had thought for, and he was glaring at you. Releasing both fingers, you circle your hole. Plunging one in, you whimper, wishing it was his instead of your own. To be honest, it wasn’t even embarrassing to admit to yourself anymore… That the only way to get off was with the image of your boss.

“Hah… You’re thinking of me, aren’t you? Fucking pervert.” Looking up at him through foggy eyes, you couldn’t actually tell if he was enjoying the display and he continued to keep a bored expression on. He shuffles toward you again, looking at you with expectant eyes and you knew what he wanted. Continuing to work yourself up, you nudge your nose against his groin. You hadn’t even realised he was sporting an erection… Too busy with your own thoughts, clearly. He chuffs through his nose, pleased that you were finally getting the gist when you nudged your way to his zipper and pulled it down with your teeth. He had sighed, but you were too busy with trying to please him, and yourself, of course.

You kissed and licked the fabric, paying special attention to the groan that you managed to pull from his throat. He pulled it out, tapping it on your lips to get you to do your work, and you did just that. Running your tongue up and down his shaft like it was the best dessert you’d ever had, sucking and licking the head. Spit and precum bubbled at the corners of your mouth when you took him in, tongue flat against the underside whilst slowly sinking halfway and then pulling yourself back up fully, planting a small kiss to the head. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you see that strange glint in his eye again. Frightening. Nothing indicated if he was actually enjoying this, and you started to doubt yourself. Surely, he was… Right? I mean he’s hard, so you were doing something right… You went to take him in again, but he hated how slow you were taking things, so he thrusted forward harshly. Gagging around him, tears threatening to spill at any moment as he did it again and again, your hand that previously held your front flying up to grab onto his trousers. Trying to find balance again, opening yourself up diligently below for him despite feeling like you could topple over at any moment. The noises coming from you were a delight to him, watching as you try to suck any drool that tries to escape. Scaramouche starts fumbling slightly, slowing his onslaught in your mouth. He removes a shoe of his with his other foot, but because you couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, you were in for a surprise. He pressed his foot against your cock, thrusting it harshly upwards with your own precum spreading everywhere.

“That’s it… There you go. You’ve learnt well, slut.” Pulling out of your mouth and dragging you to your feet, he tells you to stand in front of the glass and you immediately hesitate. If you stood any closer to the glass, you were sure someone would see you. You stand still. Unmoving. This ticks Scaramouche off, and he storms to the desk, throwing open a drawer and taking a bottle out from it. He’s quick to come back, other shoe kicked off, bottle in his pocket, and he grabs the back of your neck to press you up against the glass. Coating his fingers in the bottle’s liquid, he’s quick to plunge them into you, making sure you had properly worked yourself open. He pulled them out just as quickly as he had put them in, lining himself up.

“I told you I would do this, but I bet you didn’t think it would be so soon… Especially since this meeting had something to do with your report for me, huh?” He’s agonisingly slow, pushing into you as if he had the entire time in the world to do so. Hissing into your neck when he finally bottomed out, he bit and licked everywhere around your neck, distracting you from him pulling all the way out.

“You better be quiet, or someone will walk past and see you pressed up against this glass… Wouldn’t want them seeing you from the hallway, bubbling out how much of a whore you are, considering you’re also doing it with someone in the meeting room everyone in this department was just in not too long ago...” That was the only warning he gave, quick to snap his hips back into you and relishing in the way you squeezed around him every time he pulled back out to the tip. You could hardly keep yourself together, mentally and physically. With the thought of being caught in this vulnerable position, and the fact your cock was rubbing deliciously against the glass windows. His hands were bruising themselves into your skin around your waist, pulling you into him in time with his thrusts. It was dizzying. He’d called you every vulgar name under the sun at this point, spooking you every now and again about someone walking past. Anyone could walk in, at least that was what you thought.

You could see into the hall, especially the backs of people working away in the distance as they did their work that he had requested. That was until someone had actually tried the door, and you reached behind you to grab onto Scaramouche for dear life. You were scared. If you were caught like this, it would be you who got into trouble… And not him. They knocked not once, but thrice. With no answer, and Scaramouche still pounding into you like the animal he was, the person outside definitely knew someone was in the meeting room. You watched as they came closer to the glass, two hands cupping around their eyes to try and peak into the glass window. One arm wraps itself around you to keep you balanced, whilst his other hand covers where the person’s eyes were. Letting out a cry when he rammed into you and the other person still trying to look in, you smack a hand over your mouth to muffle any moans that dare slip out. Not that it mattered, considering all that filled your ears were his heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“You tightened up when they looked in… Is it that exciting to have someone peak at us doing this at work? Maybe I should have done it in the hall, right in front of all of them.” His words were nothing but a whisper, as the person stepped away from the glass and walked down the hallway away from the meeting room. You couldn’t contain yourself much longer, and Scaramouche was very much at his limit as well.

“Make a mess then… I know you want to.” You were exactly on cue, almost trapping him inside you, splattering cum all other the glass. He tried to push himself even more impossibly further into you, releasing into you and grunting out indecipherable words. The only thing filling the room was now both of your breathing, but Scaramouche was always the first one to make a move in the end. He pulled you both away from the windows, pulling out of you momentarily before slamming you onto your back on his desk. A couple of knocks were heard on the glass, someone leaning their back against the pane. Shock filled your features, the colour orange the first thing you recognise with a slightly muffled voice that came shortly after.

“Scaramouche, I think you’ve used this room for long enough.” Recognising the voice, your neck snaps to look at the growing irritation spreading across Scaramouche’s features. He looks at you with dangerous eyes, as if it were your fault. He clicks his tongue, grabbing tissues to clean you up briefly before rushing to your uniform to help you dress. By the time you were dressed, and Scaramouche had cleaned up the mess you both made, he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the meeting room. You stumbled after him, struggling to keep up with his long, quick strides. It didn’t take long to end up in the parking lot, with him practically throwing you into the car. Childe having made an appearance, definitely knowing what you two had done in the meeting room, had ticked him off. Scaramouche was muttering a plethora of insults under his breath.

“That stupid fucking ginger prick…”

“He kinda had a point though… ‘zushi.”

“Mmh… But I wanted to soil that entire room with us. It was thrilling, no, probably much more than that.”

“No further words to describe it then?”

“I can describe it better with actions, I’m not satisfied with just that. I’m spoiling you when we’re home.”

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 23- Orgasm Denial

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.3k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), edging, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, established relationship, overstim

Notes- I... did not write this one with my brain if you get my drift lol! This one made me all hot and bothered so hopefully it does the same for y’all!! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

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“Does that feel good, baby?” Santiago purred in your ear.

“Mmm… Yes…”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from how good it really felt. Santiago thrust his fingers into you over and over again in a fast and harsh pace, and every time he buried them completely in you it felt like your soul might leave your body. He knew your body intimately, and he knew exactly where to hit to make you see stars.

But that also meant he could take it away from you at a moment’s notice.

“Oh fuck… Santi… You’re gonna make me cum,” you cried out as you clutched the sheets and threw your head back. Heat built in your body as your skin tingled from your quickly approaching climax.

Santi smirked, “Not yet, baby.”

Just as you clenched your inner muscles around his fingers and were about to tip over the edge, Santi pulled out of you completely and left you hanging. You let out a pitiful whimper at the loss and you bucked your hips up to try and chase your climax. The fire that had built up within you quickly faded as Santi just looked at you with a dark grin on his face.

“Santi…” you pouted.

He couldn’t deny how much the look on your face got to him, and his cock twitched as you begged for him, “You look so pretty like this, baby,” he cooed in a low tone as he caressed your face.

You whimpered but leaned your face into his touch. Your breaths were deep and ragged as your heart race came back down to normal. As Santi dragged his thumb across your cheek tenderly, he moved his fingers towards your lips. Without a word, he coaxed your mouth open and he shoved the fingers that were just inside you inside.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he felt your tongue swirl around his fingers.

You hummed around him as you worked his fingers the same way you would his cock. In your mind, you hoped that the action would earn your orgasm and Santi would let you cum. And at that moment, you would do anything to cum.

Santi pulled his fingers out of your mouth, and your lips popped around the tips as he did so. You rested yourself back down on the mattress and spread your legs obediently, ready for him to fuck you with his fingers again. Instead, however, Santi reeled his hand back and slapped your pussy hard.

“Fuck!” you screamed as he slapped your pussy again, “Santi…”

He growled as he slapped your pussy in a steady rhythm, and when he felt your wetness under his palm, he almost lost his composure. But, he wanted to play with you just a little bit longer and savor the look in your face when he denied your orgasm once again. So, he kept his gaze focused on your cunt as he slapped you several more times until your cries changed pitch.

Again, just as you were about to hit your peak, Santi pulled away and completely stopped slapping your pussy. You cried out in frustration and tried to snap your legs together to try and rub your thighs and give you that much needed release. But Santi was quick to react and he grabbed onto your thighs and kept your legs parted.

“Uh uh, baby,” he tisked, “Let me see that pretty pussy of yours,” he groaned, “Let me see how fucking pretty that pussy looks when it wants me so fucking badly.”

“Santi…” you panted as tears filled your eyes, “Please…”

Santi let out a low groan and dove into your exposed cunt in a flash. You screamed as you suddenly felt his mouth on your pussy, his tongue flicking your clit with expert precision. You arched your back as your body felt like it was on fire from how he devoured you, and as much as you tried to move your legs, Santi kept a firm grip on them to keep you open.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck…”

He growled into you as he savored your taste and slurped loudly. Your pussy had never been wetter, and he made a note to tease you like this more often. Santi swirled his tongue along your folds as he felt your body tense under his grip, and for a moment he almost decided to let you cum then. But, after all this buildup, he wanted to watch as you fell apart, so just as you were about to hit your climax, he gathered all his willpower and broke away from your delicious pussy.

“Santi!” you screamed as tears of frustration fell from your eyes, “Please Santi… I can’t take this anymore. Please let me cum!”

“Shit baby,” he looked down at you from his position on his knees, his chin glistening from your juices. Santi leaned forward and positioned his cock at your entrance as he cradled your face, “Alright baby,” his voice was softer, “You were such a good girl for me, baby. You earned this.”

“Santi…” you breathed as you blinked your eyes open and met his gaze. The look of adoration on his face took your breath away and made your heart skip a beat.

Just as you were about to say something, Santi pushed himself into you, and every thought was instantly gone from your mind. Your mouth dropped open to let out the moans and cries as your head flew back down onto the bed.

You were so wet from all the edges he gave you, and Santi slid into you easily. He groaned your name as he covered you with his body and quickly started pounding into you in a fast and steady rhythm. He fought to keep his eyes on you, not wanting to miss a moment or a microexpression from your body.

“Fuck… Santi… I’m…” you clung to his shoulders as he thrust into you over and over again and all you could do was lay there and take it. But that was exactly what you wanted.

“Cum for me baby,” he purred, “Show me how fucking pretty my girl is.”

With a loud scream, you arched your head back and your entire body trembled as you were finally granted the release you craved for what felt like forever. You clenched your entire body around Santi as he pounded into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You felt like you could float away if it wasn’t for his weight on top of you, and you had never come that hard in your life.

And Santi couldn’t get enough of the sight. The way your face twisted in pleasure, the way you clung to him, the way you screamed his name… it was all perfection to Santi. He almost didn’t realize his own orgasm snuck up on him as he kept his eyes trained on your figure. But after a few more thrusts, Santi was taken over by his climax and he spilled himself into you with a groan of your name on his lips.

He kept up his pace for as long as he could, and once he had no more left to give, Santi collapsed down on top of you with a huff. You immediately wrapped your arms and legs around him, determined to keep him pinned against your body. For several moments neither of you said anything, both too exhausted and out of breath for any words.

It was Santi who broke the silence first, “You alright, baby?” he asked in a soft voice as he pushed himself to his elbows to check on you.

“So good,” you replied with a smile as you opened your eyes to meet his, “But that was mean, Santi,” you chastised him playfully.

Santi chuckled, “I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t help it. You looked so fucking hot.”

You huffed with a grin, “That was hot,” you agreed, “But now I’m wiped out.”

“Me too,” Santi dropped down and rested his head on you, “I’m good to just lay here for a while.”

“Sounds good to me,” you kissed the side of his face as you savored the warmth and comfort of Santi’s body on top of yours.

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hotchgirlsummer · 1 year

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sweet nothing ⤷ aaron hotchner x gender neautral!reader

summary ⤷ aaron hotchner was just about to sleep when his partner has some interesting musings to share. and instead of questioning them, he indulges them which pays off.

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x gender neutral!reader ; mentions of jack

warnings ⤷ none. fluff! tiny angst if you squint very hard

word count ⤷ 1.3k words

a/n ⤷ wow wouldja look at that my third submission for @hotch-central's Aaron Hotchner's birthday celebration,, like i mentioned in my earlier post i got covid so i have a wee bit more time to write as i'm stuck in isolation lmao. as usual, feedback is appreciated (especially since this is my first time writing with a gender neutral reader!) take care guys!

prompts are from @theprincessbt (though i did tweak it a little)

“I love your cute, crooked teeth.” “…..Thanks?”

“Do you know your eyes glitter in the moonlight?” “Um…you mean shine?” “No, I mean glitter.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” That caused Aaron to place the bookmark on top of the page he was currently reading and closed it so he could direct his full attention to them as he nodded, “Of course, what’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

“I love your cute, crooked nose,” They stated with a toothy grin; this however just caused Aaron’s eyebrows to furrow the same way it would when they were met with a dead end during a case. He schools his features with a confused smile as he says, “Thanks?”

The furrowed eyebrows made an appearance once more when Y/N erupted in laughter as they snuggled into his side, hand reaching for his as they fiddled with his fingers before pressing a kiss to his chest, “Really? You just went with it? Didn’t even find it odd?” Catching along that they were just pulling his leg, he unclasped his hand in theirs and gently tickled both their sides, relishing in their giggles and squirms, “I, in fact, found it quite odd. And I shall investigate to get to the bottom of this!”

“I yield, I yield!” Y/N shrieked out as they were able to put a stop to the gentle assault Hotch’s fingers had launched on them. After catching their breath, they laid their head on top of Aaron’s chest and hummed, “I didn’t really mean anything by it, your nose is very cute, you know?” As if to further convince him of it, they stretched and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose before gently nibbling on it — which this time caused the unit chief to chuckle at their silly antics.

“Just wanted to bug you a little, ‘s all,” They sheepishly admitted and drew little shapes on his chest. “You could never bug me, sweetheart, you know that.” Came his immediate reply. It was often for the pair to constantly reassure each other’s anxieties — one thing Aaron greatly appreciated as he previously found himself drowning in his thoughts of insecurity. But with Y/N, he never had any moment of doubt that lingered for too long for they were always quick to ease his apprehensions.

“So what’s really going on in your pretty little mind, hm?” Aaron wondered as he kissed the tip of their nose and smiled softly. Shrugging their shoulders, they racked their brain for another way to distract him and they immediately jumped in, “Do you know your eyes glitter in the moonlight?”

“I think you meant shine, sweetheart,” Hotch corrected them gently as they chuckled when they had this firm pout of conviction that they were right, “No, I meant glitter.”

“The longer we’re having this conversation, the more convinced I am that you are sleepy,” Hotch concludes in his unwavering voice that was usually reserved for when he was out solving cases, not for when he was chatting up with the love of his life. But seeing how smiley they were when he used his sharp tone, indicating that they were not intimidated by it and instead found it attractive, caused him to mirror the happy state they were in.

“I’m not sleepy, babe. I promise,” They said as they absentmindedly drew shapes on his chest, Hotch relishing their gentle touch, “Well I am, a little. But I still want to stay up and talk to you.” They were so close to slipping up behind the real intention of why they were waiting for the clock to strike midnight. But Aaron was just worried that if they stayed up any longer, Y/N would be exhausted in the morning.

“Just go to sleep, sweetheart. I saw you snacking on Jack’s Halloween candies and you might be experiencing a sugar crash already.” This caused Y/N to scoff in offense as she lightly smacked his broad chest, “I only ate like 3 Kit Kats! I don’t think that warrants a sugar rush and a sugar crash!”

He only chuckled seeing them all riled up, trying to come across as stern but failing short as Aaron only found them utterly adorable. “I didn’t mean anything by it sweetheart,” Their thumb gently rubbed the side of their eye as if to emphasize his next point, “But I can see your eyes drooping. And I just don’t understand why you’re so against sleeping, sweet. We can keep talking tomorrow — or should I say later — you know?”

“But that’s too far away,” They whined as they took a peek at the clock and was delighted to see it was a mere two minutes and a half before midnight, meaning they would not have to stall Aaron for a long time, “Have I ever mentioned how much I loved your voice? Like, I think you can get away with doing an audiobook. Or maybe even voice acting! You did such a great impression of Darth Vader the other day that I thought James Earl Jones was the one talking!”

There was a faint blush on Aaron’s cheek and finding it endearing, Y/N stretched a little to kiss the blush on his cheek and nuzzled against him, “I’ve never thought of that, no. Perhaps a career to explore for when I retire?”

“As if you’d ever leave the bureau, we both know you have a marriage-like bond with the job,” They jokingly teased as they were able to notice a small flash of sadness in Aaron’s eyes but before they could reassure them it was made clear that it was not that as he said, “Well just say the word and I’ll form a marriage bond with you.”

Hardly able to focus on their words as they noticed that it was less than ten seconds before midnight, “Before we go saying our vows or anything like that, how about I just say this: happy birthday, my love.” This statement caused Aaron to whip his head to the side just in time to watch the clock read 12:00 and groan when he realized it was his birthday.

“Is that why you wanted to stay up late? To be the first person to greet me?”

Smiling when their boyfriend figured out the intention for their delaying tactics, they nodded proudly, “What took you so long to realize that, Mr. Profiler?” Hotch only chuckled as they cuddled them further into his side, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m not really the type to celebrate my birthday.”

“I don’t understand why you aren’t thrilled to celebrate your birthday, babe. I know it’s your birthday but it’s like you came into this world as a gift to many — well to Jack and I mostly, but you know what I mean,” Y/N explained which caused Hotch to smile widely when they explained why they value his date of birth so much. “I’m gonna let your little slide as long as you promise that you don’t have something too extravagant planned to celebrate.”

Y/N sat up to turn off the lamp that was on their bedside table before finally allowing sleep to slowly take over their body as they nodded against Aaron’s firm chest, “Nothing grand, I promise. But I do have about fifty-seven presents lined up for you.” A small smile — a bit mischievous the unit chief would later take note — settled on their lips as they fell into a deep slumber after fighting it off for a few minutes whereas Aaron could only shake his head as he knew no matter how hard he tried, they were the only exception to every rule he had. Placing one last kiss on their forehead before allowing himself to sleep too he spoke, “I love you, sweetheart.”

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thot-of-khonshu · 2 years

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Hiiiii!!! So happy to see you’re asks are open! I was wondering if I could get some smut with my boi Santi 🧢 , maybe it’s him and readers first time together and reader is inexperienced and nervous (maybe virgin, maybe not, whatever you wanna do) and santi got a bit of a corruption kink 👀👀 shows her how to suck dick and take him like a good girl, all the while giving lots of praise and body worship to make her comfortable, and of course some he takes care of her r e a l good, giving her multiple orgasms and after care? Feat. Santiago’s dirty mouth

Have a lovely day ily

WELP! What started off as a quick Kinktober drabble ended up into a slutty ass one shot that I had a blast making. I hope you enjoy reading this!!!!!! Love you and thank you for this ask because this might be one of my favorite things I have ever written!

The Assistant

Pairing: Santiago Pope Garcia x F! Reader

Summary: After getting a cushy job in state government, Santiago wants to turn over a new leaf. But when you, a young office assistant, show up in short sundresses with his favorite coffee, it's hard to stay on task.

Words: 5K

Content: *deep breath* explicit smut, age gap, dry humping, sundress kink, corruption kink, dirty talk, praise kink, public fooling around, thumb sucking, drinking, fingering, oral sex (m and f), rough sex (p in v), condom creampie, aftercare

All he wanted was to keep his head down.

After working in Columbia, in the tornado of chaos and trauma, after losing Tom. He had to come back to the states and make things right for himself.

That meant no more bloodshed, no more secret missions, no more men lost. When the state capitol offered Santiago a job as a military adviser where all he’d have to do is push paper and teach a bunch of hungover but hungry post grads, he’d had no choice but to say yes.

Great benefits, his family no longer lost sleep at night and he was fine.

And then he met you.

“Hi Santi.”

The clear bell of your sweet voice cracked his heart and ached his cock and he hated it. He hated how beautiful your smile was. He hated the tightness of your just work appropriate sundresses. He hated the ribbon you tied in your hair and how badly he wanted to see it intertwined between his fingers when he pulled on it pounding you from behind.

He hated that you knew just how well to make his coffee.

“How is it?” You tilted your head.

“It came from you, so it’s perfect.” He hated that he wasn’t lying.

He didn’t want to make any big moves or ruffle any feathers. You were the young office assistant, light Facebook stalking proved that you were maybe too young for him. Just turned twenty-one and an early college graduate. This was your gap year between trying to get into law school and making something of yourself.

Scrappy, ambitious, driven. Which is exactly why he needed to stay the fuck away. But when you bring him his morning coffee with creamer as smooth as your skin, it’s so goddamn difficult.

He tries to be intimidating but approachable. He doesn’t know if he has that in him anymore. He’s not used to people stopping by his office to say hello without an ulterior motive.

Every now and then you’ll walk by his office if you don’t have coffee. You’ll have a stack of papers in your hand, waving as much as you can so you don’t drop the stack. One day, you come by when Santiago is playing his music; he thinks you’re coming to tell him it’s too loud or too heavy for an office environment.

You hesitate for a moment as Santi anticipates a scolding. “Is that Ride the Lightning?” you ask.

Santi can’t help but smile. “It is. Didn’t picture you a Metallica fan.”

You step further into his office and he can’t help but smile wider. “Of course. My dad is a huge fan so I pretty much came out of the womb hearing James Hetfield. Believe it or not, they were my first concert when I was four.”

“Your dad is a good man.” And would kill me if he knew what I wanted to do to you Santi thought. “I’m gonna be honest I fully thought you were coming in here to tell me to turn it down.”

You tell him no way and what should’ve been a quick stop at his office turned into a 15 minute conversation on the classic rock you were raised on. He knew he was into you, and this certainly didn’t help.

“I just never thought we’d be having this conversation.” Santiago told you, you gave a mock look of shock.

“What did you think we’d be talking about? Olivia Rodrigo? Hannah Montana?” You joked.

“Not necessarily. Okay, maybe a little Hannah Montana.” God, he loved how fun you were and easy to talk to.

“Don’t knock her until you’ve listened to her. She’s actually got a pretty damn good cover of Nothing Else Matters. Here, I’ll pull it up.” You moved next to him, looking briefly at him to get an okay to move his mouse.

Santi and those damn eyes. You thought. All the women in the office talked about how charming his eyes were and when going out with a few of the girls at the office you’d heard the term “fuck me eyes”, but you didn’t believe it until then.

You had to focus on YouTube before you turned into a puddle of want.

And there you were, leaning over his desk, the top of your blouse loose. Your smell of your lotion, or shampoo or just your regular body essence was driving him so insane he didn’t even realize the song was playing.

“You like that?” You said to him in an almost whisper. You bit your plump lip that he wanted to lick. Santi felt his dick stand at attention. He had to get back to work or else he’d do something he’d regret.

“Uh. Yeah. Sorry I just remembered I have a meeting in a few that I need to prep for. But I’ll listen to the rest of it.” Santiago quickly said to you, not making eye contact as you awkwardly shuffled out of his office.

“Okay. Well, if I don’t see you have a good weekend Santi.” You said to him, he looked up at you with a half smile as you went back to work.

You felt as if you’d blown it, but Santiago had to close his office, take deep breaths and palm his cock reminiscing the scent of you.

He was utterly fucked.

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Friday night called for beer with the boys. The best thing about living back in America was that Santi could catch up with his friends without checking for timezones or video calls with sleeping babies.

He needed to clear his head, especially with what had just happened at work with you. Sure, your scent still left a dull linger on his nostrils but next week was going to be a new week. No distractions, just work.

He bought a round of beers for his friends to celebrate, toasting to a week of hard work well done.

“We did it, boys. We should feel accomplished for what we’ve done this week. And most importantly don’t look back and focus on what’s ahead.”

“That group over there could probably take your advice.” Santi’s friend Benny nudged over to a group of drunk twenty sometimes at a table. A girl backed up to throw back her shot and accidentally hit the person passing her. She was incredibly remorseful and sweet, even offering to buy the man a drink to repay him, considerate little thing and…

Holy shit. It was you. Santi felt his teeth grit and his cock stir at the sight of you in that tight, short dress. You hadn’t been running through his mind enough today?

“You good, man? You’re burning a hole though that girl’s dress.” Santi’s friend Frankie quirked, eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“Easy, pendejo. I know her from the office. She works under me.” Santiago says.

And before Benny could mutter out I bet she does in full, it’s like your ears are ringing. You make a clumsy spin in your heels and make eye contact with Santi so strong that it seems like everyone in the bar has dissipated.

“Oh my god, Santi!!!” You squealed, a running start into his arms that made his heart leap. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “It’s so good to see you.” You whispered in his ear. Anyone within a 5-mile radius could smell the tequila.

“Small world.” He chuckles, looking at the boys for backup but Benny and Frankie have suddenly decided that they want to play a rousing game of pool.

“CanIbuyyouadrink?” You slurred, not sounding as sexy and mature as you’d hoped running into your hot coworker.

He raises his beer and gives you that knee wobbling grin. “I’m okay, what about you? Can I get you any water or anything?”

“Psh. Water? I’m fine.”

“She’s not. She barely drinks. She’s had three tequila shots and a seltzer and she’s good.” One of her girlfriends introduced herself. “I’m Jess, her roommate and tonight’s babysitter.”

“I’m not a baby.” You rolled your eyes, dramatically, folding your arms and huffing. Just what you needed. You actually see Santiago Garcia on a night out and you look hot but you can barely hold your liquor. If he walked away to go back to his friends you wouldn’t blame him.

“No, but I’m sure you’re dehydrated. I’m Santiago, I’m getting this girl a drink.” He said. He could’ve sworn he saw Jess’s eyebrows raise and her eyes widen when he’d said his name. She’d echoed it like it was something you’d said before. But he could be paranoid. He’d just blame it on misreading the situation.

But damn, if you had talked about him? He wasn’t crazy. You could feel it too and he wasn’t a dirty old man. Okay..forties isn’t that old but old enough to know he shouldn't think about the way you look in that dress, how innocent you are that only a few shots have you slurring. It makes him want to protect you, to make sure none of the creeps at the bar that are looking at you for too long try to take advantage of you. Any man that looks you way at this point will have to deal with the stare of a Delta Force glaring him down.

Santi brings you your glass of water and you look at him like he's just brought you salvation during a drought. You wrap your arms around him again and are sosothankful.

"So what brings you ladies out tonight?" Santi asks, trying to avoid the draw that your scent brings him to. Taking him back to his office, Metallica, that dress.

"Our friend just got engaged!" Jess exclaimed.

Santiago congratulated your friend, but you just grunted and rolled your eyes. "I'm so happy for Katie but this is the only person she's been with since the eighth grade. Can you believe that, Santi?" Your hand rests on his leg. Shit.

"It's cute, they're in love!" Jess retorts.

"I know they are but one person for your entire life? You're not gonna fuck anyone else?" You're more crass outside of the office and with liquor in you. Santi likes it, but it makes him incredibly nervous.

"Oh please. You're one to talk, you've only had sex with one person once, it's like you're still a virgin." Jess jokes towards you. You slap her arm to shush her.

How fucking embarrassing that she just told Santiago that you were inexperienced. If he didn't already see you as a little girl, that sure as hell would've done it.

But instead Santi has to curse himself for the thoughts that are growing in his head. You're so young and inexperienced, you just need the right person to teach you...

For the rest of the night, Santi stayed by your side. He'd told Frankie and Benny that he was taking care of you to make sure you got home safe, but after yet another crass joke from the two of them, Santi gave them the finger calling them cabróns on his way back to you.

You figured that he was just being protective, but you wanted to drop some hints that you were interested. You'd touch him, give him long eye contact and even offered to buy him a tequila shot when you'd started to sober up a bit.

"No, no, bebita. You can't just take it straight back like this." Santi held your arm, stopping you from downing it. "You've got to get salt and a lime."

"I've never done it before. Can you show me?" You asked him innocently. College wasn't a huge party experience for you. Since you were serious about law school, you'd wanted to take any opportunity you had to study. You'd still gone out, but for the most part you were always the designated driver.

Santi had gotten the salt and the limes from the bar. He'd instructed you on how to lick the salt first, take the shot and then suck on the lime once finished.

What he didn't expect was you suggesting you lick the salt off of each other's hands so he could feel your warm, sweet tongue on him. He didn't expect after you'd taken your shot for you to look up at him sweetly, sucking the lime with wide eyes looking at him.

"Did I do okay?" You asked. Santi gulped hard and nodded, feeling the tightness in his pants develop. He had to go. Soon. Just looking at you had become too much.

Jess had come up to the two of you at the bar, stating that one of the douchebags staring you both down had wanted her to come over. Santi knew he couldn't let you figure out a ride by yourself, so he offered to drive you home. It was one car ride. He could control himself for one car ride.

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During the drive, Santi blared Metallica as you sang along to every word. Everything with Santiago felt so easy. When you'd initially met him at work, you'd feared he would just be another intimidating military advisor who speaks in grunts but he was incrdibly well spoken, sweet and so, so hot gripping the steering wheel with only one hand. You gripped your legs together, trying to distract yourself.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" Santiago asked.

"I did! It was so awesome to see you." You said, pausing for a moment. "I hope that Jess didn't make me sound like a total dork?"

Santi chuckled. "Why would you think that?"

"Y'know...I just sound so lame. I don't really drink, the whole 'it's like you're still a virgin' thing." You said as he parked outside of your apartment building.

"I mean, you're talking to someone who stopped hunting people down in Colombia because of his bad knees...so who's the lame one now?" Santiago joked, your laugh sounded clear as a bell and was not helping how hard he was.

"I guess I just wanted you to think of me as an adult? Not your geeky office assistant coworker." You smiled at him. He needed to let you go, end the conversation, stop this before it's too late and he defiles you.

He puts his hand on your knee instead; you felt the heat from his large, calloused palm. "I don't think you're geeky. Maybe a little on the safe side."

You grin and say quietly, "I can be bad."

"How so?" Santi asks you in a lowered voice.

You crawled over his car console awkwardly and climbed onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you bit your lip nervously. "Like this."

Santi sighs and says your name, his hands gripping your hips. "I don't know..."

"I'm sorry. This was totally inappropriate and I'm stupid to think that you would've even been into me." You start to stammer and attempt to climb off of him. Santi keeps you in place, giving you that hard stare as he rolled his hips into yours.

You toyed at the grey hairs at his neck as you looked down at him. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in so his lips could meet yours. You'd started out soft, chaste, but you wanted him so badly and everything he could give you. You chased his lip with your tongue as he groaned, opening his mouth as your tongues explored each other. Hungry, needy. You'd never been kissed like this.

"Santi..." You moaned as he grabbed your hair, lost in your scent and the way you felt against him as he rocked into you.

"There you go...just like that." He coached you as you matched his rhythm. "You're such a good girl for me, you know that?"

You nodded, eyes hooded as he explored your body with his hands. His hands went from tracing your breasts to one of his thumbs entering your mouth.

"Have you ever done this before?" Santi whispers to you, you shake your head no as he groans and presses into you. His jeans aren't off and he already feels so hard and thick. You start with kitten licks up his thumb as he traces your lips. You feel yourself coming apart as he inserts his thumb into your mouth and you begin to suck.

Santiago moans. "Bebita, you're doing so well. Do you think you can suck my cock like this?"

You nod, still sucking on his thumb hard as you begin to move on top of him. In your brief experience with sex you don't remember it being so enjoyable, let alone having any sort of foreplay.

"Will you please teach me how to suck your cock, Santi?" You begged him as he pushed up into you.

"Is that what you want? You want me to teach you how to suck my cock and my cock only? Want me to mold your mouth to take my cock?"

You couldn't take it, you needed release so you moved your fingers down to your panties as Santi pushed your dress up to watch. You were so close to pushing your panties to the side to reveal your clit when--

You heard a car door shut. Suddenly, your intimate experience was over and the two of you were looking around to see if any of your neighbors had caught you. You climbed off of him back into the passenger seat, breathing heavily.

Santi couldn't believe what he had just done. He said he was going to keep a low profile. Not get into any trouble. Let alone risk anything happening to you. He needed to go, before you invited him in and he made even more mistakes.

"I should go." Santi curtly said.

You looked over at him, slightly confused. "Oh. Okay? Um--well--"

"I'll see you Monday." Santi tried to say as blankly as possible.

You collected your things and climbed out of the car, giving him one last look before you shut the door. "See you Monday."

Santi watched you enter your building as you took a few times to turn around and look at him. He had to make sure you got in safe, but he couldn't go in. You were too sweet. Maybe he should've laid off and let you have more fun tonight. Maybe you would've been going home with one of those co-ed douchebags.

But he also knew they couldn't fuck you like he could. He wanted you to experience a pleasure you clearly hadn't experienced before, and as much as he wanted to fight it, the bliss on your face while riding him is what replayed in his head over and over as he'd drifted off to sleep, hand palming his aching cock.

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Santiago thought he'd know what to do the next morning. He thought he'd have the answer but he couldn't think of what to do. Should he get your phone number from the work directory to sort this out? Should he wait until Monday morning? Was it a mistake? He couldn't imagine how you were feeling.

You were just as confused. What happened? Sure, it shouldn't have happened right there in the car where your neighbors could see but you didn't regret what happened with Santi. It felt amazing, it felt right. Should you call him? Should you pop into his office on Monday with his coffee like nothing happened?

You weren't able to see. You'd gone into Santiago's office with his usual coffee but his lights were off and he was nowhere to be found. After walking by again after a few hours he still wasn't there.

Turns out, Santiago had decided to work from home for the week. Giving the excuse he wasn't feeling too well, he was able to figure his shit out. It didn't feel great, the thought of you coming into his office and seeing he wasn't there, but he knew it was the right decision.

He had to ignore his carnal urges. Your sweet smell. The way your body felt on his.

By Friday afternoon, he thinks he's finally okay. Sure, there's still that dull roar in the back of his head that thinks of you but it's enough time where he could come back into the office and tell you what happened was a mistake. This was for your own good.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on his door. He opens the door and sees you standing there, with a stack of work as well as a thermos.

"Um. Hi." Santiago wanted to kick himself. The son of a bitch has avoided her for days and that's all he can say when she's here at his doorstep?

"...The office just had some things they wanted you to work on this afternoon. And I also brought you coffee. Didn't know if you needed a pick me up."

Santi felt his heart sink. You were too damn sweet. He didn't deserve it. He invited you in as you took a look around and his typical bachelor decor. You sunk into his couch.

"How have you been?" You start off.

"Oh, y'know, fine." Santi lies.

"Are we really not going to talk about it, Santiago?" You ask him.

"Sure. We can. Of course I enjoyed what happened. But it wasn't appropriate. We work together, bebita. I don't want you throwing away this opportunity because of me." Santi said.

"Maybe you're right. It wasn't appropriate what we did but I don't regret it? Do you?" You asked.

"You know I don't, baby, but--." You interrupt Santiago.

"Then why do you think you can make my decisions for me? I'm not a child. I know what I'm getting myself into." You set the stack of papers down and sit closer to him.

"I want you Santiago. If you don't want me, I'll walk out and we can stay coworkers but I want this. I want you to show me how to do things I haven't done before. I wanna be your bad little girl." You whisper into his ear, hearing him exhale.

"Fuck, baby. You can't say that." He growls.

"Why not? Should I beg for it? I can get on my knees..." Boldly, you get on your knees in front of Santi on the couch who's now panting. You grip his thick thighs.

"Please, Santi. Teach me. I can be so good for you. I want you to be my real first."

That broke Santiago. Everything he wanted to teach and show and corrupt you with, you felt the exact same way. There was no turning back. He held the back of your neck, gripping at your hair as he looked down at you with such a mix of lust and affection.

"Fuck, bebita. I'll show you anything you want. Come up here, now."

Santi gripped onto your hips as you straddled him, similar to your positions in the car but now that you've had time to think about what you want to do, you go for it. You run your fingers through his salt and pepper hair, leaving one on his chest. Your kisses don't start out sweet, they're immediately hungry, your tongue finding his to show you how desperate you are for him.

He takes a moment to look at you, flushed skin and lips plump for him. Your sundress is riding up to expose your cotton panties and he wants nothing more than to pull them off and take care of you.

So he does.

He orders you to get up and you stand, looking down at him as he carefully removes your panties while not breaking eye contact. He helps you step out of them and then rubs your thighs, admiring your wetness.

"Hermosa." He whispers. He takes a finger and runs it up your leg to your clit, teasing you as you begin to whine.

"Has anyone ever done this to you before, bebita?" He whispers, circling your clit. You slowly shake your head no as he sighs to himself.

"It's a damn shame." He says, now moving his finger down to tease at your entrance. "A pussy as beautiful as yours deserves to be touched."

You can't help but moan now. He puts his mouth onto your clit and begins to move. Giving small licks at your entrance he decides to take two fingers and insert them inside you.

He looks up at you with dark eyes. "I need to get you ready for me first before you take my cock. I know you can do it, but you're so tight aren't you?"

You were squirming on top of Santi, crying as you felt yourself build and build as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. When he got himself to a fast pace, you could hear your wetness as he folded his fingers inside of you, mouth on your clit as he wanted you to cum for him.

"Santi, fuck, baby I'm going to cum." You rode his mouth, and he hummed onto you. Releasing his mouth, you whined, but it only caused his fingers to go faster.

"That's right, baby. Fuck my fingers, you're doing so well. I wanna feel you ride my cock next, please." Santi panted.

You soon felt yourself release, clenching on Santi's fingers as he helped you through your orgasm.

He got up and hungrily kissed you, letting you taste the sweetness of his mouth and your cum.

"See how good we taste together, bebita?" Santi asked, biting your lip. "Now, let's go to the bedroom."

Santiago brought you into his bedroom, planting kisses on you and stripping himself and you from the rest of your clothes. While you were completely naked, Santiago still had his boxers on. He laid you down on the bed and palmed himself.

"I wanted to save this for you. I want you to see how you make me feel, I want you to look at this cock before I shove it in your mouth." Santi said.

You got up on your knees on the bed, letting him guide your hand onto his cock. You could feel his hard outline, stroking it up and down until you finally decided to peel off his underwear.

His cock was thicker than you had expected. Almost as big as your wrist, you looked at Santiago’s cock with such pure awe that he didn’t know whether to fuck you or soothe you in that moment.

“Santi…I’ve never done this. I don’t know how.” You say with his dick in both hands, pumping it up and down. “Will you show me?”

And when you put Santiago into your mouth, he softly instructed you how to take him. Giving you soft praises for your soft kitten licks and pulling your hair for every inch you moved closer down your throat. He could feel your mouth tighten around him as you sucked him harder and faster, a small pool of saliva coming out of your mouth.

“Your mouth was made for my cock, baby. Such a good girl taking it all down for me.” He praised you. You loved that praise. You loved being his good girl. You wanted more compliments and so you moved faster and harder to a point where Santiago felt himself constrict and tighten.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” Santi panted. “Not yet. Not before I fuck you. Is that what you want?”

“Please.” You whined. “I need it. I need you, Santi.”

He laid you on your back as he fished into his nightstand drawer for a condom. He put it on himself as he scanned your body.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He pressed his hand to your cheek. “Your body, your spirit, all of you.”

He pumped two fingers inside of you again before he lined himself up, making sure that you were ready. It had been a while since you’d had your one and only experience—a shitty one-night stand with a Fraternity boy— but it was time and you couldn’t think of anyone else to do this with.

He entered you slowly, as you felt him fit inside of your walls, feeling a pleasure you’d never experienced before. You felt him go still above you, bending down to trail kisses onto your face as he slowly begins to move. He starts out slow, easing you into it because there's still a bit of pain in his movements because of his girth.

When you start to rock your hips along with him, that's when he starts to quicken. He strengthens his movements, moving your left leg up so you can take more of him. You already know you aren't going to last.

He pumps into you harder, your entire body shaking as he holds one of your hips in place as he pounds into you. He growls at you in Spanish, only making out that he's talking about your "sweet, sweet pussy" and how he's desperate for you to milk him.

You move your hand down to try to circle your clit, and he chuckles. "That's my job now, bebita." He presses his thick finger that was holding onto your leg onto your clit as you feel yourself begin to tremble.

You wail into your second orgasm as he pumps into you with lightning speed. You know at this pace he won't be able to last long but you don't care; you need to feel him. His pace begins to falter as he grinds into you hard, grabbing onto your ass as he drives into you a few more times.

"I'm going to cum inside you, bebita because this pussy is mine. This sweet, tight little pussy. I'm gonna fuck my cum into you because you're mine now, baby, fuck!"

Santiago cums inside you, releasing himself as he stills for a moment on top of you. While he lies on you, you stroke at his hair while he plants kisses on your chest. He looks up at you, his eyes adoring.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Santiago asked.

"Not at all." You smiled. Ever the gentleman.

He gets up to go to the bathroom and dispose of the condom. You lay on his bed reflecting what had just happened. He comes back with a warm washcloth, running it between your legs as he plops back onto the bed and cuddles you from behind.

"So much for trying not to want you." He says to himself. You turn around surprised.

"What?" You grin.

"It should be obvious now, but I'd had a thing for you. And I didn't think you'd be into me, that I was a creep." Santiago sheepishly says to you.

"Quite the opposite." You planted a kiss on his lips. "If I told you how much I'd thought about you before last week, it would be embarrassing."

"So what you're telling me is Jess did know who I was?" Santi joked as you playfully tapped him.

"So what happens now?" You look up at him and grin.

"What happens now is I make you a cup of coffee for a change. You stay here for the afternoon and maybe the night so I can cook you dinner and spoil you a bit?" Santi peppers kisses onto your lips.

"I can't say I'd object to that." You kiss him back. "But wait--what should I tell the office if I don't head back?"

"Just tell him I needed help with some extra work and needed an extra special assistant." He grinned at you. You rolled your eyes and playfully hit him as he pinned you down, pressing his lips onto yours.

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