#Also the skirt folds took me fucking forever and by the time I was done I realized that they were going in the wrong fucking direction
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i want to cry everytime I'm sitting there writing, trying to remember what this girl is wearing and what color everything is so I drew her. Here's Daliah (also I got to do a fun pose)
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hi!! i luv ur works and I was hoping you can do a bakugo × female reader smut?? where the reader is the opposite of him (soft and a frigging virgin) while he's the hot and rough daddy who wants to dominate over you🥵🥵
NSFW 18+ Virgin — Dom! Bakugo x Virgin! Fem Reader
Warning: 18+ Content. Smut, sexual intercourse, virgin female reader, daddy kink, degrading, breeding kink, etc.
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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for your request and being a fan of my work. I’m sorry it took me forever to get to yours, but I appreciate your patience. I hope this is close to what you were thinking. Enjoy!
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P.S. This is Katsuki stretching before he fucks your pussy up. ‘k bye ✨
“Katsuki, please be gentle.” You beg one last time as he pushes you down on the bed. You have been teasing him for long enough. Though he is respectful enough to never pressure you into sex and would truly stop if you wanted him too, but you knew what you were doing. Those naughty pictures, those skirts that were not long enough, the sway of your hips as you walked, and those v-necks that showed a bit more cleavage than preferred. All of it was to let him know you were ready.
Katsuki waited all week to do anything about it. He wanted to be sure this is what you wanted. So, when you told him you were good to go, he practically dragged you to the bedroom. You are nervous considering you are a virgin and Katsuki is not the gentle type of guy, but you love each other. Underneath his tough guy exterior, he has a big heart. Especially for you.
Katsuki’s hands rested on your knees, opening your legs to reveal your cloth core. He was quick to rip off your skirt and panties. You wanted to cover up, but Katsuki’s animalistic mind would not let you. This man is hungry for you and he’ll be dammed if you stop him from eating what is his.
Licking his lips, he bends down to swipe his tongue between your folds. A small whimper escapes you as Katsuki dives in and French kisses your pussy.
“Mm, Katsuki—“
You wince as you feel a hard slap on your outter thigh.
“I’m your Daddy tonight, little girl. Remember those naughty text you sent me? Callin’ me Daddy and shit?”
You began feeling flustered as you recall the dirty text you sent. All those things you said, calling him “Daddy,” talking about the ways you wanted to get fucked, even sending a few pictures. This was bound to happen. Katsuki was quick to race home after work and pin you against the wall, marking your body with his teeth
His tongue makes circular motions on your clit as his hands rest on your hips to keep you in place. You arch your back as chills go up your spine. Not a nerve is missed as his tongue plays with every nerve available in your cunt. You tasted like Heaven. He was almost angry you made him wait this long, but he is happy you both waited. Only makes this experience even better.
Katsuki’s tongue goes from your clit to your hole. He switches between the two so you are brought closer to your orgasm. Your little moans of pleasure just encourage him to keep going as he sucks on your bundle of nerves. He can feel you get closer as he eats you out.
“Daddy, I’m close.” You whine.
“Cum for me.”
“B-But I’m scared..” You admit, covering your face with your hands. You have came before from playing with yourself, of course, but not on someone’s literal face. You also haven’t had another person eat your cum. It was intimidating.
“You’re going to cum whether you like it or not so I suggest you get over it.” Katsuki warns, his fingers sneaking into your hole, curling in—and—out as he speaks. You did not have control anymore as you released onto his index and middle finger.
“Good girl.” He praised, sucking your juices off of his fingers before swiping your pussy with his tongue. Standing up, he undoes his belt and throws it next to you on the bed. He unbottons his black skinny jeans, pulling them down slightly along with his underwear to reveal his long hard cock. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat as your eyes gaze upon his large member.
Katsuki smirked as he stroked his cock with his right hand. “You scared or somethin’?” He teased as you closed your legs. In all honesty, you are terrified. Katsuki isn’t small, by any means. The girth and length was going to stretch your inexperience hole to the max. You have every right to be second guessing your decisions right now.
“Don’t try to act shy now. We are doing everything you said in those texts, slut.” Katsuki stated as he spreads your legs apart. Your raining pussy was just waiting for Katsuki’s erected cock to enter inside.
Pulling you closer to the end of the bed, he aligns you with his cock. His tip is at the entrance of your weeping hole. “Ready?” He asked, rhetorically.
“Yes, Daddy.” You permit.
Katsuki did not even let your pussy get used to all of him as every single inch entered inside you. You arched your back as the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelmed you. Your gripped the bedsheets as Katsuki began thrusting. The beautiful sounds of Katsuki’s invading your tight cunt with his erection while you let out small whimpers filled the room.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” Katsuki grunts as your tight walls enclose on his cock.
“Daddy!” You sob. It feels so good yet hurts so much. He is not going soft either as he continues a fast paced rhythm. Your cunt eats up every inch of him and even if you tried to reject it, Katsuki would be dammed if he allowed that to happen.
Your eyes began to roll back as you babbled incoherent words. You almost felt numb as Katsuki continued the process he has been doing all along.
“Aw, look at my dumb little baby. You look so fucking stupid right now. You like it when Daddy fucks you stupid, huh?” Katsuki coos in a condescending tone, watching you become weak as you make lewd faces at him. You were about to cum again and Katsuki could feel it around his cock.
“You wanna cum again, don’t you? Such a helpless little girl. I’m not even close to cumming yet and you’re already having to cum again.” Katsuki smirks as he starts going at a slow pace. He is antagonizing you now. He wants you to beg.
“Daddy, please let me cum. Please!” You whine, using the strength you have left in you.
“Ha! Have to do better than that.” Katsuki laughed. He loves seeing you in this state. So small, so helpless. You are begging for him to release you. You did not have much strength to hold on much longer. You wanted to be a good girl for him. Scratch that, you needed to be.
Building up what’s left of your dignity as tears brimmed your pleading eyes, you whimpered, “please, Daddy, please! I’m such a helpless little slut for you. I can’t hold on much longer. Please, please, please let me cum!”
Katsuki chuckled. “How pathetic. Go ‘head and cum, you needy slut.”
The permission was all you needed to release onto Katsuki’s cock. You gasped as Katsuki continued fucking you through the orgasm. He is after his own high now. Pre cum began leaking from his length and Katsuki began grumbling incoherent curse words under his breath. His knees buckled as his cum began to fill you up. Katsuki made you milk every drop of him as he panted, heavily. Every tense muscle became relaxed within you as Katsuki pulls out.
You sit up, about to get yourself cleaned up when Katsuki pushes you back down. He climbs ontop of you, kissing on your neck before nibbling on your ear. Growling lowly, he grumbles, “You think we’re done? Not a chance. You aren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow once I’m through with you, little girl.”
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Hi!
I've been reading some of your posts and I am a big fan🥰
I was wondering if its okay, maybe you could do a Loki x reader where they were best friends and denied each others feelings all the time and when Loki was brought to the TVA, he found reader there and lots of angst and fluff🥰💞😁
Have a great day😁😁💞💞🥰🥰
Nothing Gold
Relationship: Loki x Reader
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: thank you so much for enjoying me work I am so glad that makes me so happy! thank you so much for the request. I really liked this idea and I think it came out okay - sorry the ending it a bit abrupt! thank you again :)
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Loki had to do a full-on, dramatic as hell, double-take while walking through the TVA library. He had come down to look for a variant file but had apparently ended up finding something else. More specifically — someone else.
You. You. You.
You, his best friend. You, the sweet girl he had a never-ending crush on. You, the one who had just gone missing one day.
Loki could never forget. It was like something wouldn’t let him.
He had invited you around the palace for breakfast before you left his chambers for the night. You two had been up late reading together. You frequently popped over, usually claiming to stay for a few hours, just enough for Loki to read to you some verses of a poetry book, but those hours got longer and longer each time.
Next thing you two knew, it was nearly morning and you needed at least a few hours of sleep in your own bed. He had walked you out, asking you to come back for breakfast in a few hours. You happily agreed, giving him a quick hug before parting. Loki didn’t want to let go. He remembered that detail very well. He wanted to pull you back in his chambers, just hold you for hours. Days. Months. Forever. But he didn’t. He let you go, watching as you made your way back to your modest home. He never realized that would be the last time he saw you.
Well, actually, it technically wasn’t. Because he was staring at you right now. You were at a table near the back of the library, head buried in some files but he could still recognize you. Could always point out that lovely, long hair and those soft, gentle hands. You were always a stark contrast against him.
Loki just watched you for a few moments, completely and utterly confused by the situation. The shock was wearing off and now question after question filled his brain. How did you end up here? What had you done? Were you okay? A million thoughts came over him but his legs had their own agenda. The next thing he knew, he was approaching your table. He almost didn’t know how he got there.
He stood opposite of your sitting form. You weren’t noticing him, apparently very invested in the file you were studying. Loki had to admit, that was quite like you. You were always one to get lost in the words, way deeper than he did.
Eventually, Loki cleared his throat, hoping that’d do something. Slowly, you lifted your head, brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him from head to toe. You didn’t recognize him, Loki could see it in your eyes. He was just a variant turned agent to you. Something in him felt like it was stabbing his heart over and over again.
"Can I help you with something?" You hesitantly asked but your voice was still so sweet and kind, just as Loki remembered. You were far more patient and soft-spoken than he was.
He said your name like it was the greatest plead but you didn’t react. Loki didn’t know what to do then, realizing you were you but you also…weren’t. His face fell.
You were getting uncomfortable. "I-I’m sorry, I’m not sure I know who that is—,"
"You don’t?" Loki couldn’t help the hurtful gasp he let out.
"Sir, I’m sorry…" Your eyes began searching around frantically. Something was going on. You were getting scared, way past uncomfortable. You wouldn’t look at him anymore.
Loki said your name again, much forceful than the last. You jumped. You weren’t directly responding but Loki could see something in your eyes. He said your name again. Then again. Like it was the only thing he knew. Your eyes met one another intensely, hypnotically.
After maybe the sixth time, you snapped. You jumped out of your seat, breathing heavily, scared, surprised. It had all happened too fast Loki was also taken back. You two were more than just staring at each other. Your wide eyes were taking him in.
"Loki?"
He felt so relieved to hear his name just float off your lips. It was as sweet as he remembered. Like a little lullaby. The stabbing in him stopped.
Loki nodded. "It’s me."
"What…" You looked around as if you had no idea where you were. And maybe you didn’t but Loki hadn’t expected your name to just snap you out of it. This opened a lot of questions for him but he didn’t have time. He raised his hand, cutting off your words.
Loki nodded towards one of the bookshelf aisles further away from everyone. You nodded in understanding, following him down the rows.
Once you were a safe distance away, Loki wasted no time collecting you in his arms, his head buried in your shoulder. You were surprised for a moment at the gesture but then you fell into it naturally, like you had just hugged him yesterday. And really that was how it had felt. But Loki knew better. You had been gone for so long…
"Loki," you mumbled his name, your head pressed into his chest. "What is going on?"
Loki stilled. "Why don’t you tell me what you know."
You scoffed, breaking off the hug. You were a sweet one but Loki was no stranger to your tiny temper. You put distance between you two and Loki allowed it despite how much it hurt.
"What I know?" You repeated, folding your arms. "What I know is that I’m standing in a library with you." You looked around at the space, noting an actual lack of real books. "What kind of library is this anyway? How did I—,"
"Do you remember anything before you got here?"
Your gaze dropped as you studied your shoes. They were some nice black flats but Loki knew that wasn’t your style. You were not the business causal type, usually pleased with the feeling of Asgardian silk gowns.
Something was coming to you as you let out a soft gasp. "I was walking home. We-We had just finished a poem written by that Midgardian… Gosh, what was his name? Winter or something—,"
"Frost," Loki mumbled. "His last name was Frost and you enjoyed his poem about how nothing gold can stay. You found it relatable. I’ll admit, you may have been onto something."
A light had gone on within you. "You thought it was pretentious." Your gaze met Loki’s once more. "I called you a fool and laughed. Then we saw daylight breaking and… and I had to go home. I missed my bed. You wanted breakfast in a few hours. I agreed to come back."
Loki nodded, encouragingly, but your words had fallen off. "What happened next?"
You shook your head, that blank expression washed over you again. "I don’t know."
Loki let out a sigh and leaned back on the shelf. "Do you remember anything after that?"
You looked back down at your outfit. At least the pencil skirt was nice. "Yes," you admitted. "I was hired here. I report on variants to protect the sacred timeline." It sounded to Loki like you were reading a script. What the hell was going on here?
"But you don’t know how you got from Asgard to…here?"
You sighed, a bit annoyed. "How did you get here?"
The snippy temper was back. You were still you. Loki could’ve kissed you, a feeling that had come over him before but was suddenly more intense than ever. He would, he promised himself. He couldn’t leave you again without doing so.
"I had a bit of an…incident."
"Really? You? I never would’ve guessed," you said, the sarcasm on your words dripped heavily. Loki gave quite the dramatic eye roll. You let out a little giggle.
"Yes, well, never mind what got me here, I am here," he said, motioning towards nothing. "And I am assisting with the hunt of a variant."
"You’re helping them?"
Loki scoffed. "Don’t act so surprised." A beat. "I didn’t have much of a choice."
You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile but failed miserably. Loki had missed this. If he focused really hard, it almost felt like you two were back in Asgard, lounging around, talking about nothing. Teasing one another. His heart was aching.
"What do you know about the variant?" You eventually asked.
Loki glanced away. "It’s me."
"You?"
He shrugged. "Well, a version of me. Another variant."
You slowly crossed the aisle, coming to stand right next to Loki, your shoulders pressed against one another. Loki’s breath hitched just a bit. He would never get used to this.
You asked, "Well, what have ‘you’ done?"
Loki resorted back to his witty humor. "Nothing good as you could assume."
"This mischief of two Lokis is unthinkable."
Loki let out a laugh which you followed suit with. You two were laughing over nothing in this random library in wherever this place was. He could barely understand it and you were absolutely clueless. But the moment of laughter was good, was familiar. Too bad it couldn’t last.
"I’ve missed you," Loki admitted after the laughter had faded out unceremoniously. You looked a bit surprised at the confession.
"Truly?"
He nodded.
You blushed and looked down. "I’d say I missed you too but I don’t feel like we’ve been apart. How long has it been?"
When Loki wasn’t giving an answer, you forced yourself to turn back to him. He was staring at you quite intensely. You shivered under the gaze. It was an expression you hadn’t seen before, he hadn’t allowed you to see. It was one full of love and interest and adornment.
"Too long," was all he said before his lips were on yours. Loki finally took what he had been craving and it was happening in the TVA library. The fucking TVA. Loki’s head was still spinning with worries about this whole thing but, slowly, he got lost in you. In your lips and softness. Your hands grasped his shirt as you deepened the kiss — you. You wanted more from him. And he was happy to give.
His hands caressed your sides lovingly, feeling and holding you in the way he had always dreamed. It was better than anything he could’ve conjured. It felt right and real. Good and… Too good. Too powerful.
An alarm was going off somewhere now. You hadn’t seemed to notice it, still captivated in the kiss, but Loki was aware. He forced you two apart, reluctantly. You looked at him, ready to protest, but before you could ask anything, Loki was placing a hand over your mouth.
Footsteps were approaching. They were coming towards your aisle. Whatever had happened here wasn’t good, something had gone haywire. Had he broken the timeline? Was that even possible here? Loki didn’t know but what he did know was there was an army on the hunt for them. Without thinking twice, he grabbed your hand, looking for an escape route.
"Loki," you finally were able to speak, keeping your voice hushed as you two maneuvered the maze of shelves, "what did we do?"
"We love each other."
"Love?"
Loki stopped despite there being no time to stop. "Am I wrong?"
You didn’t answer. That was all he needed. Now to only get the hell out of here. Loki couldn’t tell if his encounter with the TVA had been a blessing or a cure as he held you close to him, refusing to lose you again to whatever trap this place planned to lay.
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You’re Beautiful (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)
Word Count: 4,784
Warnings: SMUT, slight angst, bullying, my shit writing, Kuroo being too damn hot
Summary: Despite how much you loved him, you couldn’t handle the constant bullying that came with dating one of the most sought after males at your school. The constant harassment from Kuroo’s fans ended with you breaking up with him. But when Kuroo founds out the truth... well he does everything in his power to make sure you’re taken care of.
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Anonymous said:
Hiii 🦊 Rachel here! Could I please request a scenario in which kuroo s/o has been being constantly bullied by kuroo's fangirls during months to the point in which her self confidence is almost crushed but she remain silent and decides to try yo break Up with him?. She appears the Next day at school wearing sexy clothes and make up to make them believe she Split Up with him seriosly. But kuroo notices what's happening and reassures her? Smut ending please if possible!! Thank u so much!! 😊
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Anonymous said:
Can I please request a scenario where Kuroo helps his gf relieve her stress by giving her his full attention and worshipping her? She’s also very insecure. He walks in the room to find her staring at herself in the mirror, lifting her shirt up and looking sad (insecure about her body). No need for angst though! She beams the moment he flirts with her and call her kitten. Soft!dom vibes with lots of dirty talk and praise (and maybe cockwarming?). Thank you 🥺 ily and your blog btw
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I decided to put these two requests together since they both fall into the same category! I hope you enjoy this one Rachel and anon!
Sorry it took so long for me to write! I think I do a terrible job at writing characters as a dom so I apologize in advance if it wasn’t what you guys were wanting! As always please let me know what you guys think:)
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“- I don’t understand.” Kuroo’s frown deepened, his fingers clenching and unclenching into fists at his side.
You had an audience, the soft whispers of people passing by curled around your ear like the wind.
You knew exactly what they were talking about, what they will be talking about for the next couple of weeks.
“Y/n why are you breaking up with me?” he pressed further, his tall frame taking a step closer to you.
“I told you.” Your voice sounds strained, even to your own ears, despite the mental preparation you had to do before.
Hell, there was no amount of mental preparation that could prepare you for something like this.
Kuroo’s annoyed and calculating expression shifted dramatically, hurt and confusion clouded his face, his large hand reached out towards you, causing you to take a step back, your arms wrapping around your body.
You wanted to curl into yourself, to disappear completely so you didn’t have to see Kuroo’s pained expression.
“That doesn’t… that doesn’t make sense! We were doing great! You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to go out with me! So why… why all of a sudden -”
“I told you.” You stressed, cutting him off immediately. “I don’t want to be with someone who only focuses on their club activities. You never have time for me, you’re always so busy with your stupid club. I can’t do this anymore.”
Lies.
Lies.
Lies.
They were all lies.
But you… you had to make this work, you had to make this hurt, or else… or else you knew he would never leave you alone.
The whispering around you got louder, the large smirks from the girls amongst the crowd pierced into your heart.
But not as much as this.
Kuroo’s expression ripped your heart in two.
This hurt like hell.
“Your team is waiting for you Kuroo.” You said quietly, ignoring the ache in your chest as he visibly flinched at the use of his surname, something you never called him. “I’ll see you around.”
You turned to walk away, resisting the urge to look back at the tall male. You could feel tears stinging at your eyes as you rushed out of the school gates, it was probably a mistake to do this right after class; catching him right before he went into volleyball practice.
It honestly was all a mistake but… you didn’t have a choice.
You were suddenly yanked back, causing you to stumble about.
“That was quite the show.” a familiar voice drawled out, you flinched as you scrambled away from the group of girls that were staring you down.
The group of girls that caused this mess.
“It was smart of you to break up with him. Kuroo-san belongs to all of us, not just you. You ugly girl.” She sneered. “Who would want you anyway? Kuroo-san was just dating you out of pity, I bet he just wanted a quick lay. Since you’re that easy.”
You could feel your lower lip tremble, the tears that were already gathered in your eyes threatening to spill over.
“Well it’s done, just leave me alone now.” You mumbled, walking away.
As soon as you were a safe distance away, tears began pouring down your face.
The flood of emotions you were experiencing was something like no other. The pain that you felt deep within your chest was excruciating, and all you could see behind your lids as you wiped at your eyes was Kuroo’s hurt expression.
You were lucky enough that your mother wasn’t home, she wouldn’t be home for the next couple of days due to a business trip.
Which meant you could cry your heart out in peace.
No amount of mental preparation prepared you for this. For the hurt that you had caused the person you loved the most, for the hurt that you were experiencing from the constant cruelty of those girls.
It was all too much.
By the time you had finally finished crying it was late at night, and you found yourself in front of your bathroom mirror.
They were right, you were an ugly girl, why would Kuroo want to be with someone like you?
It was always a question that lingered in the back of your mind when Kuroo confessed to you. It was strange wasn’t it? He was quite possibly the most perfect human being you had ever met, so why would he want to be with you?
“Since you’re that easy.”
You shook your head from the comment, Kuroo was your first for everything; memories that you would cherish forever, even if you were no longer with him.
You at least knew that comment wasn’t true, Kuroo wasn’t a cruel person, there was no way he would have thought of you that way.
The person you were looking at in the mirror wasn’t someone you recognized. A stranger in your own skin, your eyes flickered to every inch of your insecurities, your body shrinking down.
You couldn’t go on like this, something had to change.
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“W-What are you wearing Y/n-chan?” Yaku asked, face flushed, as he took in your uniform.
You were lucky enough to have arrived at school without any encounters with those girls and Kuroo. But you were unlucky in the fact that you were in the same class as Kuroo and Yaku.
“D-Does it look bad?” You asked, carefully tugging at the hem of your skirt.
“No but… you never wear anything that short… I’m just not used to seeing you like that… are you wearing makeup?” Yaku looked at you in surprise, the pink in his cheeks never fading.
You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, your head ducking down in embarrassment as you nodded.
This was so uncomfortable; you were completely out of your element right now.
You had opted for the shorter uniform skirt today, something that was completely different than your usual knee length one. Your legs had never been so exposed at school before.
The makeup… well, you hardly ever wore makeup, it wasn’t like you were wearing a whole lot of it, but just enough to make you feel just a tad less insecure about yourself.
“Kuroo is gonna flip when he -” Yaku shut his mouth immediately; eyes casting away from you.
That’s right.
He had almost forgotten that you had broken up with him yesterday, and from the slight fall of your face, maybe you had forgotten too.
“You know… Kuroo was devastated when he came into practice yesterday, he made us do twice as many drills, got upset over the littlest things…” Yaku trailed off, glancing over at you briefly. “We didn’t know what had happened until Lev said something about it. News travels fast around here huh?” he joked weakly.
“Just news that involves your golden boy.” you said quietly, your eyes trained on your folded hands that rested on your desk.
Yaku turned his body completely towards you now. “Y/n-chan what happened? Why did you -” the classroom door suddenly opened, and in walked the golden boy himself.
He looked… exhausted, sad.
The tiny piece that you were able to fix in your heart shattered once again, leaving you empty and achy inside.
This was all your fault.
His exhaustion, his sadness, that was all you.
You could feel his eyes flickering over to your form, but you didn’t dare meet his gaze, you settled for pulling out one of your books from your bag; eyes focused on the page, although, you couldn’t even comprehend what it was you were reading.
His shadow loomed over you as he paused next to your desk. It was only for a couple of seconds before he sighed loudly, taking his seat behind Yaku.
Fuck today was going to be a long day.
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The next couple of days were routine now, Yaku would attempt to make small talk with you, struggling each and every time to ask you what had happened between you and Kuroo, and each time it ended with Kuroo entering the classroom and standing near your desk before sighing loudly and leaving.
Despite the fact that it was becoming routine, it still wasn’t easy. None of it was, the only easy thing was that those pesky girls in his fan club left you alone, at least you got relief from that.
Until today.
Of course, it would be when you were walking home that they would approach you, no one in sight.
“You really think that dressing up and wearing makeup is going to make you pretty?” one of them scoffed, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. “You’re still ugly, you did Kuroo-san a favor by dumping him, who would want to be with someone as hideous as you?”
You gritted your teeth, your hands tightening around the strap of your bag as you attempted to step around them, only for them to get in your way once more.
They were cornering you now.
“I did what you asked, why do you keep bothering me?” you asked quietly, pleading almost.
“Because you took him away from us all those months ago. Kuroo-san has never and will never be yours. It honestly was such a bitchy thing for you to do Y/n. You really think that by just breaking up with him you would be let off the hook? Wrong.”
Your quiet demeanor never faltered; you were desperate to go home though. So you tried stepping around them once again, only to be shoved back into another one of the girls.
They were laughing at you as they shoved you about, but you didn’t have the strength to fight back, to stand up for yourself.
You just… you just let it happen.
You probably deserved it anyway, right?
For breaking Kuroo’s heart.
You deserved all of it, right?
“Hey!”
Everyone froze, yourself included. You knew that voice all too well, and you couldn’t help the tears that began to pool in your eyes.
Cool fingers clasped at your wrist, carefully yanking you away from the group of girls that were now cowering in front of the tall male that stood before them.
“Are you okay Y/n?” Kenma peered at you in concern, carefully releasing his grip on you. You nodded, rubbing at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater.
“K-Kuroo-san! We were just teaching her a lesson! She hurt you, didn’t she? We were just trying to protect you!” one of the girl’s pleaded.
You had never seen Kuroo like this. He was genuinely angry, his eyes all but turning into slits as he glared down at the group of girls who were nearly in tears at this point.
“From what I heard, you guys are the reason that Y/n broke up with me.” he said, tone deep and dark. “From what I saw… well… girls like you absolutely disgust me.” he sneered.
“K-Kuroo-san.” one of them began to cry.
“From now on stay away from me, and stay away from Y/n. If I catch you guys anywhere near her then we’re going to have some problems. Understand?” he stood incredibly tall; his arms folded across his chest as he stared down at the group of girls.
It was silent for a moment and then whimpers and loud cries began to erupt from the group, all of them running off.
As soon as they were out of sight Kuroo slumped down, sighing tiredly as his large hand ran down his face, rubbing off whatever emotions he was feeling. But then he was turning to face you, concern clouding his eyes as he walked closer.
“Are you hurt?” he murmured softly, one of his fingers gently sliding against your cheek, his eyes flickering across your face.
You shook your head, but you could feel oncoming tears beginning to pool. You desperately wanted to throw yourself into his arms at this point.
But Kuroo knew you too well, he recognized the look on your face and his hand slid down to grasp yours.
“Let’s go.” he said. “Kenma I’m going to take Y/n home. Walk home without me.” his eyes glanced over at his friend who nodded, waving goodbye to the two of you before taking his leave.
For the most part, the trip home was entirely quiet, you two hadn’t addressed anything that had happened at the school, or what had happened in the days prior. It was mostly small talk, but you felt lighter somehow.
Kuroo brought the best out of you, he was your better half; his mere presence brought a sense of calm to the raging storm inside of you.
He also had never let go of your hand.
Maybe it was because of what happened earlier, or maybe it was an unconsciousness thing, but you were grateful for it.
His hand was large and warm, his thumb rubbing gently against the back of your hand, it was entirely soothing.
But now your anxiety was through the roof as you approached your front door, pausing to retrieve the keys from your bag.
Would he go?
Would he want to come in?
Would he want answers?
Would you guys get back together?
“Y/n....” Kuroo stared down at you intensely, his face nothing but serious. “Can we talk?”
Fuck. Maybe it was all of the above.
You bit your lip, nodding before you guys stepped into your house.
“Where’s your mom?” Kuroo asked casually, slipping off his shoes.
“She’s on a business trip, she’ll be back on Saturday.” you said quietly. Kuroo said nothing back as you guys made your way to your room. Silence engulfing you completely, the air thick with tension.
“Do you really not want to be with me anymore?” Kuroo asked as soon as you guys got settled in. There was no room for small talk now, he had jumped to the point immediately.
“Or did you break up with me because of those girls?” he asked, his eyes never leaving your form.
“They’ve been… they’ve been harassing me since we got together, it got really bad recently…” you trailed off, ignoring the dark look that crossed over his face for a moment.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was incredibly soft now, his expression gentle. “I would’ve done something about it.”
“I don’t know.” you whimpered out, the tears that you had been holding back since school finally spilled over. “They were your fans… you’re so amazing, I didn’t want them to think badly of you. They’re right, you know. Why would someone like you want someone like me? I’m not very pretty or smart, I’m not passionate like you are… they said I was only dragging you down. I didn’t want to hold you back anymore. So, I - I had to break up with you, had to hurt you enough so that you wouldn’t try pursuing me anymore.”
At this point you were full on sobbing, blabbering your confession. The words just leaked out, there was no point in stopping now, not like you could anyway.
“I didn’t mean what I said about the team either. I just said that to hurt your feelings. I love that you’re so dedicated to your team and volleyball, I love how hard you work towards your goals. You’re so good at what you do. I’m so sorry Kuroo. I’m so sorry.” you choked out, another sob tearing through your lips as you desperately tried wiping away the ongoing flow of tears.
Your eyes were incredibly blurry, your loud crying and hiccups were the only sound that could be heard in the room. You hadn’t even registered that Kuroo had gotten off your bed until you were being yanked into a warm chest. His strong arms wrapped around you tightly, crushing you to his body.
Warmth seeped into your being, radiated off of his chest and into yours. Your nose was filled with the scent of Kuroo, familiar and perfect as you buried your face deeper into his chest.
He caged you against his body, the strong grip he had only tightening further; his large hands rubbed up and down your back, soothing your hysteria until there were only soft hiccups and sniffles.
You weren’t sure how long Kuroo held you for, but you didn’t care. You never wanted to leave his arms.
He was solid, so strong and warm; grounding you to this moment. You could only think of him, as he was right now, and as you were right now. Right now, this moment was perfect.
Right now, you knew that you would never stop loving Kuroo Tetsurou.
“I wish you would’ve told me about those girls earlier.” he finally spoke, his voice was calm, the movement of his hands never stopping against your back. “At least you’re telling me now. But…” his hands gently pulled you away from his body. His eyes burned as they stared into your own, the intensity of his gaze took your breath away, he had never looked at you like that before.
“You’re seriously stupid if you think any of that is true. Not pretty? Not smart? Dragging me down? Holding me back? That’s not true.” He cupped your face carefully, titling your head back slightly, forcing your eyes to only stare at him.
“You’re the kindest person I know. You’re so beautiful, you have no idea how many of the guys at our school wanted to go out with you. You’re the top of our class, did you forget that you’re in the college prep class? You’re incredibly smart. You’ve never dragged me down; you’ve never held me back. You make me want to be better, you make me want to work harder. If I don’t have you by my side… then what’s the point to any of it?” his voice was deep and fierce, full of fiery passion as he stared down at you.
“Do you love me?” he asked.
“Of course, I love you, I never stop-” Kuroo slammed his lips against yours, kissing you fiercely and urgently.
You whimpered loudly, fingers gripping at the front of his uniform tightly as you surrendered yourself to his kiss.
Every ounce of his feelings for you were being poured into this kiss, it was searing, burning you completely as he nipped and sucked at your bottom lip, forcing his tongue into your mouth easily.
It was wet and hot as he massaged the pink muscle in your mouth with his own, and you could only take it, clinging to him desperately as you tried to keep up with his pace.
You hadn’t even realized that he was taking steps back until your world shifted, Kuroo easily pulling you down onto his lap as he sat on your bed. You held yourself up, knees pressing into the soft mattress on either side of his hips.
“You’re mine.” he breathed against your mouth, the hand that was resting on your back trailed down towards your exposed legs. His fingers curled around the back of your upper thigh, skimming against the band of the thigh highs that you wore.
“I can’t believe you started wearing these tiny little skirts to school. I hated the way other guys would look at you whenever you left the classroom… and the makeup? Who were you trying to impress?” he murmured, nipping at your bottom lip before trailing his mouth against the underside of your jaw, and down your throat.
“I - ahh - I just wanted to…” your fingers slid into his hair; eyes fluttering shut as his tongue flickered out to taste your skin. “Feel good about myself.”
He pulled away from you, his lips swollen, and pupils blown as he stared at you. “You’re gorgeous, you don’t need to make yourself up like that. I’ll make you feel good.”
Kuroo began tugging the clothes off of your guys’ body, easily tossing them to the floor until you were both bare.
His lips parted as his eyes wandered to every inch of your skin, greedily taking in all of your pretty curves. You were his, he’d never let anyone else have you, he’d never let anyone else see you like this. Sprawled out on top of the bed, face flushed a beautiful pink, your knees bent as your feet sat flat against the sheets, your core entirely exposed to him.
You were dripping, cunt glistening and begging to be touched.
“It’s embarrassing.” you whispered, face heating up as you took in the way he stared openly at your exposed lower half. You moved to clamp your legs shut, only for his large hands to grab your knees, ripping them apart easily, exposing you further.
“What’s so embarrassing about a boyfriend wanting to stare at his beautiful girlfriend?” he asked, eyebrow raising, a small smirk grazed his lips. “I’m going to make you feel so good, kitten.”
His face sank lower, the hands that were resting on your knees sliding down until they curled around the back of your upper thighs, pushing them further apart and up.
His nose brushed against your mound and then you felt his hot breath blowing against your center, causing a loud whimper to escape your lips, your fingers gripping at the sheets below.
“Thank you for the meal.” he smirked against you, eyes flickering towards you before his mouth enveloped you completely.
You cried out.
Kuroo’s mouth was like a furnace as he lapped at your cunt carefully, flattening his tongue against your soaked entrance before flicking it up towards your swollen bundle of nerves.
The pink muscle easily swirled against your clit, lazy almost, before dipping back into your slit, moving in and out of you perfectly.
Your chest was heaving at this point, your fingers reaching down to tangle into his already messy hair, urging him closer.
His grip on your thighs tightened, his tongue moving against you faster as he felt you drip onto his tongue.
“Tetsurou.” you whimpered. “I’m close, so close.” you slurred, the familiar tightness within your belly coiling rapidly.
Kuroo pulled himself away immediately, a loud whine tearing through your lips.
“N-No! Why did you stop?” You cried out, the tightness residing immediately, the dull ache of your cunt begging for more attention, for release.
Kuroo stood above you, a devilish grin stretching across his face as you whined pitifully at him. One of the hands that was gripping your thigh suddenly came down, swatting at your swollen cunt with a sharp sting.
You cried out in surprise as your body jolted with pleasure. His fingers gently running up and down your soaked folds, pressing down gently against your bundle of nerves.
“I know I said I would make you feel good, but… there needs to be some kind of punishment too. Since you tried breaking up with me, and you kept secrets from me.” he chuckled, his eyes held nothing but warmth though, filled to the brim with love and lust.
Suddenly Kuroo was hauling you up, easily pulling you back onto his lap, you could feel his hard member rubbing against the curve of your ass and then he was shifting you up once more and - another loud cry tore through your lips as he sheathed himself inside of you completely.
The stretch burned as you struggled to accommodate his size, you would never get to this stretch, to him being buried deep inside of you.
He hushed you tenderly, his lips pressing gently against your temple. His breath came out in hot, wet pants against the side of your neck.
“Look at you.” he breathed, his eyes focused on the mirror that was propped against your wall, facing your bed. “Look at how fucking beautiful you are. Look at how well you take my cock kitten.”
Your eyes were screwed closed as you struggled to adjust to the new intrusion in your body. When you finally opened your eyes a loud mewl tore through your swollen lips.
Kuroo had your back pressed tightly against his chest, your legs hung over the side of his muscular thighs, his thick member buried deep in your cunt.
The scene before you was incredibly lewd. The way your pussy lips were stretched around his thick cock was on full display, your bare body covered in sweat and flushed red. The dazed look on your face and the tears gathering in your eyes; it was too much.
Kuroo had his chin resting against your shoulder, his eyes never leaving the mirror as he took in every inch of you.
“S-So embarrassing.” You whined again, attempting to turn your face away so you no longer had to stare at yourself in the mirror.
Kuroo wasn’t having any of that, his strong fingers gripped your chin easily, forcing your head back towards the front.
“Don’t look away.” he commanded into the shell of your ear. “I want you to watch.” he began moving, his hips bucking up, sliding in and out of your velvety walls. “I want you to see how absolutely perfect you are. I want you to see how well you take my cock, I want you to see yourself cum. I want you to see how good I make you feel.”
Your lips were parted, moans spilling out of your mouth as you watched the way your breasts moved with each hard thrust of his hips, the way your cunt stretched around his swollen member that continuously disappeared inside of your body.
“You make the sweetest faces. Fuck look at how wet you are for me kitten.” Kuroo groaned lowly into your ear, his tongue flickering out against the skin. His eyes never left your form, cat-like and dangerous as you took what he gave you.
“Do you hear that?” he murmured lowly. “Fuck you’re so soaked for me.” over the rustling of sheets and your moans the soft squelching noises of your soaked cunt could be heard.
“Should I make you cum?” he breathed, his hand reaching down, his fingers brushing against your parted folds that were stretched tightly around his cock. His eyes were glued to the obscene image before him, memorized with the way you engulfed him completely.
“Please.” you sobbed, overstimulated tears now rolling down your cheeks. “Tetsu, please.”
He moaned softly, fingers reaching up to rub at your clit.
It didn’t take long before you began unraveling, from the quick swipes of his fingers against your bundle of nerves, from the way that his member filled you to the brim, reaching a devastating depth within you, it was no wonder you were reaching your end so quickly.
You watched as your cunt gushed around him, trickling down his balls and staining the sheets below.
“Fuck.” he hissed, teeth sinking into your bare shoulder as you convulsed against him. You were panting, crying at the rush of pleasure still coursing through your body.
Kuroo stayed buried inside of you, waiting for you to catch your breath, your walls fluttering around him. He wouldn’t last long. But he needed you to cum again.
“Give me another one kitten, I know you can do it.” he cooed, and then his hips started jack hammering into your core, hard and fast as his fingers worked against your clit once again.
It was too much, overstimulating, sharp and biting, and you took it all.
You sobbed loudly as your end approached, faster this time, but far more devastating. Especially when you felt his release, Kuroo painted your insides a beautiful white as he spilled himself deep within your core.
You could feel your ears ringing, vaguely registering his gentle praises as he stretched you across the bed, sliding out of your puffy and swollen cunt carefully. You could feel his warmth seeping out, trailing down the length of your legs, but you were far too exhausted to care, to clean up.
He pulled the sheets over your body pulling you against his sweaty chest, his strong fingers brushing away the hair that clung to the sides of your face.
“I love you.” he breathed, a gentle smile covering his lips as he gazed down at you. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
You sighed softly, a sweet smile grazing your lips as you stared back at him. “I love you Tetsu. I don’t ever want to be without you again.” you nuzzled your face into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body tightly.
“I didn’t spend all that time convincing you to go out with me for you to leave so quickly. You’re stuck with me, and my stupid club.” he grinned at you.
“That’s okay. I really missed spending time with Kenma.”
“Oi.”
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I did it again.... 😶🤫
The Tease in the Recording Studio
"Try it again, but more seductive. We're going for a sexy vibe for this song, you have to make them feel like YOU want THEM." The producer in charge of the recordings offers. "You've got this, the fans already want you. You just need to give a little extra back to them."
Bangchan runs his hands through his hair. He's been singing the same part over and over, bringing forth his most charismatic personality, but Ms. Park says it's not enough after every recording. "Alright," he sighs, "let's try it again." He puts the headphone back up to his ear but you can see he's tired and confused on what she wants from him now.
"No problem, have a quick drink and we'll roll it back and start at the beginning again." The woman watches Chan through the glass studiously, then turns to you to apologize, "I'm sorry we're taking so long Ms. Y/L/N, but the job isn't done until it's perfect. I know you've been waiting here awhile but I appreciate you being patient with us. It shouldn't take much longer."
You always liked this recording producer. She was brilliant at her job and she's also very sweet and always allowed you to sit in while recording when you got bored of waiting at home. "It's fine! I understand completely. Can I say something to him before you start again though?" You ask.
"Words of encouragement are always welcome. Go ahead!" She shows you what to press to speak to him. You wet your lips and speak clearly through the small mic. "Channie?" He straightens and smiles at your pet name before replying right away, "Its okay if you wanna wait at home sweetheart, I know it's taking me a bit to get this right but I'll be home at some point tonight, you don't have to wait for me."
"What-? I'm not going anywhere," you laugh, "I just wanted to let you know that you can do absolutely do this, I know you're tired but I also know that you've got this!! Just know I'm here to support you!" You offer up a cheesy grin and wink at him causing him to laugh as well.
"Of course I do. I'm sexy after all right? Singing seductively should come easy to me if I don't think too hard." His eyes brighten and he puts his headphones on before giving his producer a thumbs up to signal he's ready.
"Here we go again!" She says cheerfully, as you sit down on the couch to watch your boyfriend make magic happen.
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A frustrated growl leaves Chan as Ms. Park tells him to take a break. It's been over an hour and he's made no progress. He chugs his water bottle and slams it down. You don't typically see him this angry and maybe it's caused by sitting here for so long but... it's kind of hot. He only gets aggressive when you guys are intimate, becoming a whole other person it seems. You get up to go eat something with him while you all take a break.
You both sit in the small break room together as you watch him eat the small sandwich you brought him from home hours ago.
"I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong?" He complains, furiously taking a bite. "How can I not have given off the right vibe by now?" He licks his lips and you're thighs close on their own, stirring up memories of what the two of you did last night. His tongue seemed to have a map of your pussy memorized. Oh how he took you on a mind altering trip. Bending you to his will, literally.
He notices you're staring into the distance and waves a hand in front of your face, "Y/N? You okay? Maybe you should go home and go to sleep now, it's already 11:18 at night." He reaches down and puts his hand on your knee, you'd worn a cute black skirt that comes about halfway up your thighs. Thanks to his touch alone, an immediate urge woke in you and caused you to almost jolt from the contact. Apparently, your poker face needs some practice because Chan picked up on it almost instantly. His eyes dilate a bit as he watches you take your lower lip into your mouth and your breath hitches.
"Oh princess..." he coos at you teasingly, "does my little love need some special attention?" He slides his hand up from your knee to your thigh and begins to stand up and lean in slowly, almost like a predator stalking his prey. "Well, do you?" Every nerve in your body is firing off and your brain is giving you a fight or flight command, but that's what he wants right? He wants you to feel like prey, like you need to run. You wonder if you don't back off... if you were a bit disobedient, maybe this time you could take charge...how would he react?
Wouldn't hurt to find out right?
"Why does it matter? It's not like we have any time for you to do anything about it." You smirk at him, folding your arms and leaning back. His face goes slack for about .5 seconds before his eyes turns a whole new shade of brown. So dark you could be lost in them forever. "Excuse me-" he begins, teeth gritted, just as the door opens to reveal a newly energized producer.
"LETS GO PARTY PEOPLE! We need to get this done and I feel like this next take is gonna be perfect!" She's comes and goes like a hurricane leading the way to the recording room, with you and Bangchan following behind.
Once you all get to there, Chan immediately goes into the small sound proof portion to begin. However, his eyes continue to flit to you, and you can tell he's a little annoyed with being interrupted in the break room. Especially after your last comment.
Ms. Park tells him he's definitely giving off the right kind of energy atm and to keep his head space where it's currently at for the song.
And then you have a wonderful idea. Seriously, you should be an evil temptress. He nods at her but doesn't take his eyes off you for long as he starts singing. Perfect. You look at the back of his Ms. Park's head making sure she's focused on what she's doing. Before swiping your tongue slowly and suggestively over your lips, making full eye contact with Chan. He stumbles over his words, and Ms. Park sighs and asks him to start over, jokingly saying that that was just a warm up.
You smirk it feels nice to have control especially when he isn't able to do anything about it. You're almost positive that this will come back to bite you in the ass but.... it's kind of fun. So you continue. You lean forward and dig through your purse, fishing out a sucker, but as you do you begin letting your breasts tumble out as much as possible. His voice has a slight subtle change to it. And the producer claps her hands excitedly. So far so good.
You sit up and unwrap the sucker placing it in your mouth as you open your legs widely before crossing them, knowingly giving Chan a peep show. His voice is radiating through your body now causing a deep aching in your cunt. Damn was this what Ms. Park was wanting from him. You didn't know how you felt about other girls receiving this special type of feeling from him. A small sting of jealousy courses through you and though you know how deeply you've both fallen for each other. It's just a song, you tell yourself.
You decide to keep taunting him, and you finally run your tongue of over the sucker. You twist it against your lips before sucking it into your mouth, cheeks hollowing as you slowly pull it back out of your mouth smiling at him. His eyes haven't left you this whole time, and the dangerous and almost feral look he gave you was making you clench at nothing. Your pussy was already slick causing your panties to grow wet with your need. You didn't realize how much you were testing him.
He was already harder than hell but thankfully Ms. Park couldn't tell with his sweats and baggy hoodie on. He didn't know where you got this cocky and teasing attitude from but he couldn't wait to take you home and fuck it out of you. You'd never purposfully been this much of a tease before and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. He takes a breath before going into his solo part in the song and in that exact moment, he knew you were going to be punished tonight.
You'd waited for his part to come up and just before it did you spread your legs to show off your soaking panties slowly slipping a hand down over yourself and rubbing gently. You were so caught up on teasing him you hadn't realized how sensitive you'd gotten. The moment you pressed onto your clit you're mouth opened a bit and you wiggle slightly at the stimulation.
And BOY does Chan notice, his hips jerk forward slightly. Chan watches as your legs close tightly around your wandering fingers, wanting so badly to to replace your fingers with his own. He's in the clear now. Finishing the song with a lusty, almost dangerous note as he sees you bring your fingers up to your lips and suck your own juices off of them with a minx-like grin. You pull your skirt back into place and pop the sucker back into your mouth.
"THAT WAS IT! THAT WAS AMAZING! It's exactly what we needed! We are DONE!" Ms. Park yells whilst jumping up and down. She turns to you and thanks you for your support. "I don't know WHAT you did on lunch to help him get the right mood but whatever it was we might have to have you in here more often!" She laughs. You all gather your stuff and part ways once you get out of the building.
Chan wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in tightly before leaning down, voice rumbling in your ear, "you have awakened a whole new side of me I hope you know that."
You look up at him with the biggest most innocent grin you can muster, the friction of your thighs rubbing together and the meaning behind his words and tone setting your stomach alight with a monstrous sexual hunger. The walk home was difficult for many reasons and at least one of them was because Chan had slipped his hand under your top, fingers brushing your bare skin and adding to the discord of tingles you already had.
"Who would've known you could be such a brat," he says as you both make it to your apartment. He opens the door and let's you walk in first slapping you on the ass and causing you to squeak out in surprise. He enters behind you and locks the door before quickly grabbing your hand and pinning you against the wall. Your lips meet and you can taste his need, the pure desire to ruin you tonight. His hand sneaks into your skirt and panties feeling how wet you were for him. You moan at the contact, your body almost crumbling in on yourself. "Chan" you manage say. "Babygirl- you have a three second head start." He tells you voice coated with a dominant and feral tone as he removes his hand from your warm sheath and licks his fingers clean. "1.......2...." and before he could get to three you bolt for the bedroom, the immense need to run taking over. You haven't even made it 5 feet away before you hear him say three. Before his foot steps are sounding behind you. And all you can think is.
It's going to be a long night.
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c+k: tendou
tendou x f!reader
cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, smut, fluff, morning sex, orgasm denial, oral (f!receiving), fingering, cumming on the reader, cum play, l-bombs, teasing, exhibition/semi-public (no one sees), car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, degradation
wc: 1.8k
a/n: hi again friends!! pls enjoy another c+k (almost done),, also idk why i forgot to post this when it's been done forever
“Good morning, love!” His excited tone roused you from the last bits of sleep you were clinging to. Tendou was such a morning person. You could wake up in the morning, but he just came alive, always telling you that it was because he got excited to wake up beside you each day.
“Morning, ‘tori.” You mumbled and stretched. The warmth from the sun glistening through the window was deceiving in comparison to the brisk chill outside.
“It’s Valentine’s Day.” He said brightly.
Having had to suffer through the past week or so of him working overtime, testing out new recipes and combinations and this and that, you knew it was Valentine’s Day. His arms, still snaked around you from last night tighten as he shifts to lay on top of you, nuzzling his face into your chest.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you try to match his energy, but to little avail, “I love you.” You crane your neck down just enough to kiss at the top of his head, his buzzed curls tickling under your nose.
“I love you too, y/n.” His demeanor calmed for a moment before almost immediately revamping. Long fingers snaked up your sides under the sweatshirt you stole from him, brushing and prodding exactly where he knew you were sensitive. Yelping and giggling, you thrashed under him, held down by his strong legs that were wrapped around yours.
“If you…” you gasped, “...if you loved me you wouldn’t torture me!”
He pushed the top up and over your head, leaving you completely bare. His lips quickly pressed one little, messy peck after another against your neck, cheeks, chest, anywhere he could.
“We both-” another kiss “-know that’s-” another “-not true.” He slowed enough to press a deep kiss against your mouth and pressed his hips between your legs. Against the thin fabric of his boxers, you could feel the complete outline of his hard cock. “Plus, you beg for me to torture you all the time, love.”
You pouted but kissed him back just as sweetly. “What do you want to do today?” You asked as he pulled away, pushing back the covers to kiss all the way down your stomach.
“Today? I don’t know. Right now? I want to eat my breakfast.” His muffled voice barely reached your ears while he busied his lips with nipping and kissing your hips and thighs.
The comment sent heat straight to your ears. He never ceased to make you feel giddy, especially when he lifted his deep maroon eyes to meet yours just before teased through your folds with a finger.
When he felt you couldn’t take much more of his gentle strokes he licked a thick stipe up your center. A shudder coarse through your body as the tip of his hot muscle landed squarely on your throbbing clit.
“Satori!” You whined, hips already aching to buck against his face. “Please, ah!”
“So sensitive, baby.” He groaned. “Still worked up from last night?” Your cries were not acknowledged as he looped his arms around your thighs and over the top of your stomach to keep you firmly planted in place. Overcome with sensation, you clawed out to grab anything, landing on one of his hands. He offered two fingers for you to grasp while he continued, unbothered.
“G-gonna… gonna,” you try to sputter out the words, feeling the sparks in your stomach coming to a head.
Tendou pulled away abruptly with a fake, quizzical look on his face. “You’re gonna what?” He settled his chin on his hands against your tummy, kissing lazily just against your skin. The slick from your now-aching cunt glistened on his lip under the hazy, morning sun.
“P-please?” You were nearly in tears, so close to release if he even shifted his abdomen the right way against your mound, you might come undone.
“Please what, baby?” He kept up the silly act well. “What do you need?” You, on the other hand, were heaving and panting under him.
“Such a tease, ‘tori.” You squeeze the words out eventually. “I wanna cum.”
“Hmm, that,” he disentangled one of his hands from under his head and traced it down your dripping core. One of his digits easily slipped past the slick and into your entrance. He curled it against the sweet, spongey spot inside of you, making you clamp around him. “I bet you do.”
“I do, I do!” You whine, not caring if you look desperate now. “Please, Satori, wanna cum so bad, please, I’ll do anything, please!”
Wrong answer.
He sat back on his heels, eyeing you down with a dark smirk that made you feel so small and helpless. “Okay, but remember you said ‘anything’.” The pretty red tip of his long cock peeked out from the band of his underwear, precum leaking wherever it could. He pulled his length out and brushed it up and down your slit. “I’m going to cum all over this pretty little cunt, then we’re going to go on a little trip, and if you can stop yourself from making a mess like a little slut, then you can cum all you want.”
It felt like a trap, but you knew he would stick to his word. Your head was nodding before he even finished speaking. As soon as he got your quick verbal confirmation, he lined himself up and slipped into your eager opening. The burn made you clench and quake under him, but he kept a steady, albeit slow, pace of entering you.
“You feel so good, baby.” He pulled your thighs off the bed so he could stay kneeling, and the new angle pushed him even deeper into you. On instinct, your legs wrapped around his hips as best they could. “If you keep squeezing me like that I won’t last very long.”
You wanted to tell him it wasn’t on purpose. Your cunt clamped around him on its own accord, sensitive from being stuffed so full. The words came out instead as just a garbled mess of moans. He smiled down at your form, already so ruined, before he started pistoning into you. His hold on your hips never waivered and he kept you exactly where he needed to.
The lewd sounds coming from between your legs bounced around in your head, making you slump back to let him take you. His eyes left yours when you relaxed into the bed. He was too focused on watching exactly how your cunt swallowed him whole, dragging him in and gushing around him. In no time, a creamy ring landed around the base of his cock, driving a blush into his cheeks. You even, wanton moans were beautiful music to his ears.
Unsure of how much time had passed, you only tensed when his thrusts became sloppier and his tip twitched against your walls. He shuddered out a sigh and let himself slip out of your dripping center, setting you back on the bed.
“Keep those legs open, baby.” He whined, pumping himself quickly before his hot cum shot in ropes against your open cunt. Without missing a beat, he pressed his cock against your cunt, rutting against you, his tip slipping just past your entrance until he was pumped dry. “Good girl...good girl.” He moaned.
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Four hours later you had some regrets. Maybe more than some. Now you were standing at the top of the hill in Montmartre wishing you could take bake your words. You wore a skirt that was just a little too short for the weather and tight panties Tendou had picked out for you. When a cool wind bruised against the front of your thighs.
You tugged on his sleeve, “Satori.” You whispered.
“What is it, love?”
“Can’t take it anymore, please can we just… I don’t know, can we go home? Please?” Your lips brush against the shell of his ear.
“I can’t say no when you ask so nicely.” He grabbed your hand and rushed you away to the corner you had parked on. Your feet stumbled over the cobble as you tried to keep up with his long strides.
Before you realized you had even arrived at the corner, the back door of the car swung open and you were thrown in. Just as you sat up he was pushing you down again and flipping up your skirt.
"Soaked," he grinned. His fingers slid up the fabric, teasing the mess beneath. You could feel the mix of cum squishing between your legs, threatening to leak out the sides of the too-tight underwear as he pressed against it.
"Di-didn't make a mess." You sighed when he finally pulled them down your legs and tossed them into the front seat.
"I see, love." He traced up your cunt, collecting cum on his fingertips and bringing it to your lips. You took them into your mouth with a second thought. Your tongue swirled around his fingers, sucking tightly. "Good girl."
With his other hand, he reached down and hurriedly unzipped his pants. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in just as he took his fingers from your mouth. A trail of saliva connected your tongue to his fingertip that made his own mouth run dry.
"All clean." He complimented and untucked himself.
"Want you, please, wanna cum, 'tori, please." You gasped as his cock slapped against your slit, teasing your entrance.
"Mhmm, course… you deserve it."
Tendou groaned as he slipped right into you. With the amount of cum splashing between your legs and the dull ache of want, he easily molded himself to you. Not waiting more than a second, he started pumping into you fast and reached his thumb down to tweak your throbbing clit.
"Been hard since we left the apartment. Thinking about your fucking cries and moans, whining for my cock. So cute, baby." He shuddered when he hit a particularly deep spot within you and you clamped down around him.
Your head was empty, too focused on how his thumb was kneading just right against your clit. His hips started stuttering with your own and you hit the edge within moments of one another. It came over you in a rushing wave, one jolt after another.
More of his cum spattered inside of you, filling you to the brim. Your damp thighs shook around him in the cold car as they searched for any warmth now that both your bodies had stilled.
He slumped over you and sighed heavily into your ear. "Good girl, felt so good. You okay, baby?"
"Y-yeah, I'm good, just cold. Kinda thirsty." You sputter out. He reached for the discarded underwear and cleaned you up as best he could before he cleaned himself and tucked his softening cock back into his pants.
"We'll get some drinks on the way home," he kissed you sweetly on the tip of your nose. "Happy Valentine's Day."
#tendou x reader#satori tendou x reader#tendou smut#tendo x reader#satori tendo x reader#tendo smut#satori tendou smut#tendou x you#tendou x y/n#hq imagine#s.valentines
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“Whipped Cream” - Part 3 | Nanami Kento fem!reader
♡ ♡ ♡ description: Taking cooking classes seemed like a nice way to relax and sharpen your skills, too bad the teacher hates you.
♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: nsfw, explicit content not suitable for minors, oral-giving and receiving, fingering
♡ ♡ ♡ notes: Part 3 took forever because of a busy week, I really apologize for that! Part 4 will come out sooner, hopefully tomorrow if everything goes well haha. As always, please excuse any mistakes!
♡ ♡ ♡ previous parts: Part 1, Part 2
♡ ♡ ♡ word count: 2.6k
Saturday at 5 PM, you stared at the message so many times it felt like it was imprinted in your retina. Just the day and the hour, because he must have thought that no other details were necessary.
You couldn’t concentrate the whole day and because of that you ended up messing your end of the week report. That translated in staying overtime and missing your Friday cooking class. When you sent Nanami a message telling him you probably couldn’t make it, he bluntly replied that you need to contact their secretary because she is the one who handles the schedule. Funny, he had no problem contacting you when it came to setting up a meeting for that lesson.
You were so tired when you reached your apartment that you didn’t even bother with dinner, you just took a shower and rolled into bed. Despite your hard day, you simply couldn’t fall asleep. What in God’s given name made you think you could pull this off? Starting an affair with your teacher, like some high school fantasy, except you weren’t a teen anymore and you knew the consequences. On the other hand, you were both adults and it’s not like a relationship between the two of you would be so scandalous. Except, this wasn’t a relationship, and you needed to remind yourself that.
Sleep finally took hold of you and you woke up on Saturday morning feeling like you had wrestled a bear. So much for a good night sleep to help with your complexion. You had cancelled all previous plans you had for the day, despite the whining of your best friend whom you were supposed to meet in the afternoon, and focused on getting ready for your lesson. You weren’t this nervous even on the day of your prom.
Bath, scrub, face mask, the whole deal and you hoped his dick was worth all this effort. When it came to clothes, obviously you chose a skirt this time around, because weren’t you such a nice girl, and a light coloured buttoned shirt. You wanted something simple, classy, that fitted your body well enough but wouldn’t scream ‘I want you to fuck me on your desk’, although that was the plan.
When it was nearly a quarter past 4, you grabbed your bag, coat and car keys and headed out the door. The car ride took longer than usual, due to the whole Saturday traffic, and you were starting to get impatient.
If you had any confidence that you could actually pull this off, it all disappeared the second you set foot in the elevator that would lead you to the lobby. Seeing your reflection in the metal doors made everything feel very real and you actually thought of turning back. Yet as the doors opened, you stepped out and took a deep breath. At the end of the day you were also here to learn what you had missed on the previous classes, thus you could just do that and refuse the extra lesson.
With that thought in mind, and new found confidence, you moved towards the reception desk, surprised that you didn’t find anyone there. Actually, the whole place looked empty, such a contrast from the busy week days.
You walked to your classrooms and when you reached the door you gave it a light knock.
“Come in.”
Nanami’s voice startled you, as though you were surprised that he was actually there. You opened the door slowly and peeked inside, finding him reading the newspaper with his glasses on. The image kind of shocked you, it seemed so domestic that your mind couldn’t help but wonder how he would look sitting like this at your kitchen table, early in the morning, with his blond hair slightly messy, a large cup of steaming coffee in front of him. You shook your head, pushing such silly thoughts aside. Daydreaming of something that will never happen wouldn’t do you any good.
“I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“Don’t be silly.” He took off his reading glasses and folded the newspaper neatly. “You are surprisingly on time for once.”
You rolled your eyes at his comment before stepping inside and closing the door.
“Place feels kind of empty.”
“That’s because I don’t have my employees work on weekends.” His what now? Seeing your surprised expression he continued. “I own this school.” Well that explained the expensive car.
“Now then, let’s not waste anymore time, we have two recipes we need to make.” With that said, you put your apron on and work began.
For almost an hour and a half you worked on your Paris Brest and then on the perfect poached eggs. It made quite a difference to have such a skilled cook by your side giving you instruction left and right. His attitude was different from your previous classes but maybe this was also because this time you were keen to listen and learn.
It was quite a nice atmosphere and you felt yourself relax while doing what you enjoyed most. Time seemed to pass by in an instant and now your dessert was in the fridge while the two eggs that you had made were eaten with toasted English muffins that Nanami had baked himself earlier that day.
After everything was done, you two began to clean the dishes. He explained that the cleaning lady that usually took care of them at the end of every class will only be back on Monday morning and he didn’t want to leave them in the sink.
“Seems everything is in order now.” He placed the very last bowl in the cabinet before turning to look at you. “I think it’s time we start our extra lesson.”
You stood there, almost petrified, as his hands reached for your apron and slowly took it off. A mix of emotions washed over you as he took you gently by the wrist and you followed him into the nearby office.
With a click, the door was locked and his lips were now hungrily devouring yours. You leaned back on the closed door as your arms wrapped around his shoulders for support. Your worries seemed to disappear as his hands began to trace every single curve of your body. When he pulled away from the kiss you were both out of breath, a glimpse of hunger reflecting in your eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” He looked at you with just a hint of concern and you nodded shortly. You wanted this, no doubt about it, but would you be able to handle the consequences?
“Why me?” Your words took him by surprise and he pulled away just slightly.
“Why not you?”
“I’m not joking, I need to know-”
“If you can trust me?” He let out a small chuckle and his hand gently caressed your cheek. “You remind me of someone. I felt it the second I saw you in my class and if life taught me anything is that I shouldn’t ignore my instinct.” With that he pulled away and reached for the door knob.
“I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, I’ve told you that last time. You can just walk out the door and-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence, your hands grabbing the collar of his white shirt, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
Every single part of you wanted him. You wanted to know how he felt like, how he tasted like, you wanted him to know what you tasted like. You didn’t bother asking him whom you reminded him of, it didn’t matter. This wasn’t going to be a relationship, no point in complicating things.
“Well, you sure answered my question.” He looked amused when you finally pulled away, yet that amusement was quickly replaced by a serious expression.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want this.”
“Did you already forget the rules?”
“I really want this...sir.”
With a quick movement he pulled you to the couch. He positioned your body so that your hands were gripping the back pillows while your knees were resting on the cushion. His hands came from behind to cup your breasts and he began to massage them gently through the fabric.
“I see you chose to wear a skirt today. Isn’t it a bit chilly outside?” He seemed amused as his right hand rested between your thighs while the left continued to knead your chest. His hands were quite skilful, just a few touches and you could already feel your panties sticking to your wet core.
“I’m giving you extra points for wearing something that would give me...easier access.” His hand ventured furthered up your thigh and brushed against the fabric of your panties, making you shudder from head to toe. God, he was moving so slow, it was almost torture.
Just as you were about to ask him to touch you more, he retrieved his hand and practically ripped your shirt opened. He harshly pulled on your bra, releasing your breasts before cupping them and twisting your nipples between his fingers. The movements were so sudden that you let out a shriek, a feeling of painful delight washing over you.
“Not so loud.” He whispered in your ear, voice low and filled with lust. You wondered if there were other people in the building. He said that the other employees didn’t work on weekends but you were sure there must have been security guards. You needed to keep your voice down no matter how much you wanted to scream his name.
His hands left your breasts, moving down to grip your waist before moving down further at the hem of your skirt. He pulled the material up to reveal your ass and you felt your face turning bright red. You turned to look at him and caught his hungry expression as his eyes were fixed on your clothed crotch.
“Pulled them down.” You blinked, your mind not being able to register his words. “Pull your panties down.” You sucked in a breath and with shaking hands you let go of the couch frame before moving to pull your panties down to your knees.
The cold air from the room made you shiver, or was it perhaps the way he was now inspecting you with his eyes. You never felt more exposed, sitting with your legs spread, pussy twitching hoping for any kind of attention from his part. As though he could read your mind, he parted your legs even further, burying his face between them.
When you felt his hot breath on you swollen lips you thought you were going to scream in frustration. He didn’t make you wait long, his mouth eating you out like you were his favourite desert. You let your forehead rest on your arm and bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning loudly. His tongue began to vigorously lap on your juices as one of his fingers pushed inside of you. He began to pump his finger in a slow rhythm, stretching you as much as possible before adding another digit.
“So close...please. Please, sensei.” You didn’t even know what you were saying, words and gasps were just escaping your lips uncontrollably. Feeling your walls clenching around his fingers, Nanami let his tongue push against your clit, causing you to whimper.
The hand that wasn’t working on your hole moved up your body, caressing your breast before twisting the nipple. By this time you were moving your hips back against his hand, furiously meeting his thrusts. He suddenly pushed his digits further, deep inside of you and sucked harshly on your clit, sending you over the edge.
Every single muscle in your body tensed and you knew that if you could scream, it would shatter you. Your climax came with hushed sobs, tearing through you like lighting. He retrieved his fingers from inside your hole as your eyes opened, still bleary with tears. You looked at the wall, trying to adjust your vision, before glancing back at his devilish smile. He must have felt damn proud to make you cum like this.
“That was good, you came beautifully for me.” He brushed the sweat away from your forehead before placing a gentle kiss. You watched him as he pulled back, his hand reaching for the zipper of his pants.
He didn’t have to say anything, your heart pounding in your chest as you moved your position. You were now on your knees on the soft carpet, waiting eagerly for him to release his cock. He held himself with one hand while the other reached for the back of your head, giving you a little push.
You took that as your sign and licked your lips before moving your face closer. You opened your mouth and he guided himself deep inside of you. Your pussy was dripping and you found yourself pumping your hips in time with his movements. You felt that he was close, his thrusts becoming almost frantic.
He pumped into you a few more times before letting out a groan and erupting into your mouth. You eagerly took all that he had to offer, and despite the gagging reflex, you managed to swallow everything. He looked down at you with the same devilish smile before pulling you off of him slowly.
“You did good, for most part.”
“I think I did perfect, sir.” You tried to stand up but your knees felt weak so he offered you his hand.
“Cheeky already? Although I suppose we’re finished for today.” You agreed, feeling satisfied for now.
After getting yourself cleaned and rearranging your wrinkled clothes, you both sat down on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder while his hand rubbed your back. You could have fallen asleep just like this, although you knew it was only a matter of minutes before you had to part.
“What do you think of your first lesson?”
“Didn’t learn much, did I?” His hand reached for one of your cheeks and he gave it a light pinch.
“Well then I apologize, I promise to be stricter for our next lessons.” His words might have sounded like a joke but the intensity of his gazed made your stomach do flips.
“You should go home.” You nodded and slowly got up from the couch.
He stood as well and went to unlock and open the door. As you stood in the door frame you gazed up at him and hoped for a kiss goodbye but he made no movement. Once the door was opened your relationship went back to a normal student-teacher one.
“I’ll be seeing you on Monday. No more excuses.” His face was stern this time, as to make you understand that skipping classes was no longer accepted.
“On Monday, and for the extra lesson-”
“I’ll text you.” That was all and you knew the conversation was over. You said your short farewells before you grabbed your coat and bag and left the classroom.
You reached your apartment and threw all your clothes in the laundry basket, feeling the need to take a shower but at the same time wanting this sticky feeling between your legs to last longer. After each meeting with Nanami you ended up craving more and more of his touch. You couldn’t wait for the next private lesson, but until then you had to play nice and attend the classes during the week.
As the hot water washed over your body your mind drifted to Nanami’s face, how concentrated he looked when he was giving you instructions, how relaxed he looked while reading the paper, how pleased he looked when you finished the desert. Your eyes suddenly popped open and you let out swear. You had forgotten the desert in the fridge-all that work and you didn’t even get to taste it.
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wordcount: 1.7k
warnings: drunk sophie, hints of nsfw talk, etc
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Rafe picked up Sophie’s facetime call to be greeted by his excited girlfriend and her talking conversationally in Spanish, albeit a little stilted as her drunk brain tried translating back and forth.
“Sophie -”
“Estoy bebiendo, hemos encontrado este vino por la sangria -”
He laughed, shaking his head. “English, baby, please. Por favor.”
“Oh! Fuck, sorry. I’m not sober.” She immediately switched back, bringing a nearly empty cup to her lips as she took him back into her room to momentarily escape the loud party.
“I can tell. What’s up, just saying hi?”
“Yeah!” She shut the door behind her and lifted up her shirt a little. ”Baby! Baby, look.” She angled the camera toward her leg, keeping it on selfie mode and hopped on one foot trying to show it correctly.
Rafe held back a smile. “Flip the camera, Soph.”
“No, no, I got it, look.” The camera finally focused in on the purple pen outlining the eventual tattoo, the initials R.C. done in her terrible drunken scrawl. (Her handwriting was pretty poor normally, but her drunk handwriting was much worse.) It was right above her hipbone and at least five inches tall, not at all what she would typically go for with a first tattoo.
He choked back a laugh, eyes wide in disbelief. “Oh my fucking god.”
She grinned and turned the camera back to her face. “What do you think?”
“That’s not - Sophie, you didn’t -” he fumbled with his words, feeling a weird mix of horror and also being turned on that she’d even consider tattooing his initials onto her forever, even if she was drunk.
“No, no, I’m next.” She nearly tripped as she walked back into the kitchen, showing a group of her friends crowded around a table, one of them giving stick and poke tattoos with a practiced ease. The phone was set down and abandoned for a few minutes, but he could hear Sophie accepting another shot with a giggle, her words taking on a pronounced slur.
Rafe waited patiently, straining a little to listen to the conversation.
“Were you talking to your boyfriend?”
“Wait, the one that gave you the ring?”
Sophie laughed and he could picture her grin. “Yeah, I was talking to Rafe. I’m gonna get his initials.” She pulled up her shirt a little to show off the sloppy outline and the girls squealed, both equally as drunk as her. “Oh my god, you can’t.”
“Why not!” Sophie exclaimed.
“What if you break up?”
“Oh, we won’t.” She replied, self-assured. He grinned at that.
“So do you think you’ll marry him?”
There was a brief silence and more giggles and Rafe desperately wished he could see her face. Unbeknownst to him, she nodded with a grin then picked the phone back up, her face tinged pink.
“Hi! I forgot we were talking!” She took the phone back to her room to talk to him again. Sophie had a tendency of being spacey when she was drunk, often wandering off or just ending a conversation mid-sentence when she couldn’t remember the rest.
Rafe shook his head, trying his best not to laugh. “Sophie. Angel. Listen to me, very carefully, okay?”
She furrowed her brow. “Yes?”
“You cannot get that tattoo.”
She pouted, running her thumb over the ink and smearing it a little. “Why not?”
“Because, Soph. You’re hammered -”
“Am not! I can do a handstand, look, watch -”
“No no no, Soph, just listen to me, please -” he laughed, snapping to try and get her focus as she went to set the phone down and show off (he was a little concerned, especially because he wasn’t sure she could do a handstand sober). “Sophie Flint! Hey. Hey. Pay attention and listen. No tattoos.”
“You don’t like it.” She frowned, lip wobbling, and Rafe could feel the tears coming on. He paused, part endeared and part exasperated. “It’s - it’s not that, I just -”
“No, you hate it and you’re going to break up with me because you think I’m a bad artist and I could never open my own tattoo shop.” She sighed dramatically, a few stray tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Jesus, what did you drink?” He muttered to himself, shaking his head. “I’m not breaking up with you, baby.” He couldn’t help but laugh, utterly confused. “Has this been some long standing dream I’ve never heard of?”
“You’re laughing at me!” She cried out, rubbing the heels of her hands hard against her eyes. “I’m a great artist.”
“Oh my god.” Rafe muttered, grinning. “Yes, you are. Hey, how about you wait, and - um -”
He grabbed a piece of paper from his desk and held it up. “Look, I’ll draw you the tattoo, but you have to wait until you get it in the mail. So you can copy it right.” He pretended to write his initials onto the paper, knowing he had zero intention of sending it to her.
“Oh. You mean it?” She sniffled, her tears long forgotten.
“I mean it. Nothing to cry over, baby.”
She nodded, swiping the back of her hand over her eyes to get rid of her tears. “You promise to send it? So I can have you with me forever?”
He swore he melted at that statement alone. “That’s why you wanted it?”
“Yeah. And ‘cause I miss you.” She paused. “I miss your dick too, but I’m not gonna get that tattooed on me.”
He laughed loudly at that, shaking his head. “I think that’s a solid plan. No tattoos tonight, okay?”
“I’ll wait until you come out and we can both get each other’s. Oh!” Her face lit up and it was almost painful for him that she was so far away when she was in one of his favorite moods. “Yeah, Soph?”
“You could get my signature, on your letters! The S and the halo!”
He paused, thinking. “That’s not too bad.”
“No, it’d be perfect. I want it over your heart. So everyone knows you’re mine.” She declared, tracing her idea over her own heart to demonstrate.
“Okay. I’ll think about it. Go back to your party, angel, go have fun.” He urged, feeling better now that he’d talked her down from the tattoo ledge.
“No, I miss you, I wanna talk.” She flopped down onto her bed and propped her phone up, then wrapped her arms around her pillow. “Last night one of my roommates brought some guy home from the bar and it’s not fair. You should be here so I don’t have to get off on my own.”
Rafe grinned, shaking his head. “You’re trouble.”
“Am not.” She protested, then grinned. “Unless you want me to be. Then I can be trouble.”
“Keep your voice down, Soph.” He admonished, knowing she had a tendency of being loud when she was drunk. “Go drink some water for me.”
“No. You know what’s bullshit?” She fished around in her nightstand drawer, looking for something.
“What?”
“Ah!” She held up a small drawstring bag. “My vibrator died last week -”
“Jesus Christ, woman -”
“- and I can’t find a replacement anywhere online. The thing won’t charge here, I think I electrocuted it. Useless.” She tossed the bag across the bed, scowling.
He was clearly strained, rubbing his temples. “Can we go back? Since when have you had a vibrator?”
“Since, like, sophomore year.”
“And I didn’t know about this, why?”
She shrugged. “You never asked and I think I can probably count on my fingers how many times we had sex in my room last semester. What was I supposed to do, reach over and whip it out when we were fucking?”
He laughed at her brash words and dropped his head in his hands, shifting in his seat. “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.”
Sophie waved her hand, ignoring his struggle. “Rafe, listen to me. That picture you posted with Colin, in the swim shorts, you’re holding the beer?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve literally never wanted to get down on my knees more.”
He about choked, eyes going wide. “You can’t just say things like that without a warning, angel.”
“I’m serious -”
“I’m sure you are.” He laughed, trying his best to ignore her tank top slipping off her shoulder and the way she licked her lips.
“And when you come visit and we travel, I want to have sex in every country. Just so we can say we did.” She declared.
“We’re only going to be in three, Soph. Including Spain.” He countered, attempting to switch the conversation for his own sake.
She yawned, stretching, and her shirt slipped a little lower. “Okay, so we’ll just have to travel more together later. Fuck, I miss you.”
“You too, baby.” He heard her name being yelled out in the background and laughed, raising his eyebrows. “Do you need to go?”
“Prob’ly. More shots, you know how it goes.” She dragged herself up out of bed and glanced down at her shirt, sighing dramatically. “I gotta change, don’t I?”
“No, you look great. Go have fun, I love you.”
“No, no, I gotta change.” She insisted, pulling off her shirt with no hesitation and Rafe sucked in a breath, watching her hunt around through her laundry basket of clean clothes waiting to be folded. “You’re teasing.”
“I’m not teasing, I have a bra.” She snapped the strap for emphasis.
“You are teasing. I can see your underwear when you bend over, your skirt is short.” He laughed when she turned a little red and tugged it down. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not. They’re pink with little red hearts on them.” He grinned. “Adorable.”
“I’m not going to waste my good underwear when you’re not here.” She defended, then found the shirt she wanted. It was one of his from intramurals, with Cameron written out on the back. He held back a smirk when she tugged it on and it went to her thighs, her skirt barely peeking out under the hem. “Is this better?”
“Yeah, you look beautiful.” He smiled. “Go back to your party.” Rafe paused, adding, “Tell Mateo I said hi.”
“That’s weird, but alright.” She shrugged. “You be good, okay?”
“I don’t think you’re the one that should be telling me that.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Have fun. If you go out, text me when you’re home again.”
“Deal.” She blew him a kiss before waving and hanging up.
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Illicit Affairs
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Alyssa Brooks)
A/N: Hey everyone! So this is my first time writing a fic and... I’m pretty nervous😅 Massive thanks to @kaavyaethanramsey and @ohramsey for pre-reading this fic. Thanks so much for your support you guys!
Song Inspiration: Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift
Word Count: 2463, so yeah, I went a lil overboard😬
Warnings: One curse word. Pretty tame besides that.
Summary: My version of what might’ve went on in MC’s head after the kiss in Chapter 8. And uh, excuse the Taylor Swift references😁
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Make sure nobody sees you leave
Hood over your head, keep your eyes down
Tell your friends you’re out for a run
You’ll be flushed when you return
She watched the lights of Boston city pass in a blur as her head reeled from what had just happened. Ethan Ramsey had kissed her. Not the other way around like it had been for a very long time. She was still flushed from the encounter and had no idea what to make of it.
She got out of the cab and walked to her apartment in a haze. “God I hope no one’s still awake.”, she thought to herself as she was about to open the door. But as fate would have it, Jackie was curled up on the couch with her phone. “Where on earth have you been?”, she asked, as Alyssa’s mind struggled to give a proper answer. She’d told Sienna about her whereabouts and had hoped that she would’ve given the others an explanation. “Just went for a walk. Needed to clear my head after that match.”, she finally said. Jackie skeptically raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t ask anything else. She was grateful for that, as she had enough on her mind already.
Take the road less traveled by
Tell yourself you can always stop
What started in beautiful rooms
Ends with meetings in parking lots
She flopped down on her bed as her heart raced. “Why? Of all the 7 billion people on the planet I could’ve fallen for, why did it have to be my boss? Anyone, just about anyone else would’ve been great.” She hated herself for this reason ever since they first kissed in Miami. Her heart always aspired to rise higher, but the more she had to lose along with it. Be it in her career, or a relationship.
She knew that it would be hard for her family to see her leave for Boston, since her brother had also left a couple of years ago to London and could barely get enough time to make a call once in three months. She didn’t blame him though, he was her big brother and she loved him no matter what. But it broke her heart to see the looks on her parents’ faces when they found out that she was going to leave Cedar Cove too. They’d always been a tight-knit family and her parents had hoped that she would find a good job somewhere close by. But getting matched to Edenbrook was her dream come true and they didn’t want her to give up on it as they’d supported her from the moment she’d decided that she wanted to become a doctor.
She didn’t want to lose them. She was scared that she wouldn’t be able to stay in touch with them if she left, but thankfully, she managed to squeeze in some time every weekend to make a FaceTime call.
Then came Ethan Ramsey. Her medical hero, her inspiration for becoming a doctor, the reason she applied to Edenbrook. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that she would spend the second year of her residency working under him in one of the most prestigious diagnostics teams in the country, and possibly, even the world.
But ever since she first saw him for just Ethan, and not the world famous Dr. Ramsey, her heart longed to fill that missing void in him. She saw past his name and saw him with all his flaws and imperfections. The real Ethan Ramsey was nothing like the man she’d idolized throughout med school. He was an utter mess. But he was the mess that she wanted. She could’ve let go and focused only on her life anytime she wished. But she didn’t. The path of dating a superior was always avoided and forbidden, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be there for him, whether he liked it or not.
And that’s the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and longing stares
It’s born from just one single glance
But it dies and it dies and it dies
A million little times
Her mind wandered back to the night Ethan returned from the Amazon.
One look into his ocean-blue eyes and she was a goner. Two months of trying to bury her feelings, all wasted in one moment. And she knew he felt the same way too.
She’d mentally cursed herself for staying past last call with him as she walked with him into the beer garden. She knew that he’d missed her like hell from the longing glance he’d given her when she had run her fingers through his new beard. “I know I’m getting rejected, so why the fuck am I trying to have a conversation with him?!”, she’d reprimanded herself while she tried to get him to say why he hadn’t stayed in touch with her for two whole months. “How am I supposed to push you to be everything you can be if I...” Those words broke her heart all over again. He’d trailed off like this in the exact same way back in Miami. Her heart shattered for the millionth time since that first kiss, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She put on a brave face as she walked away from him, having no idea how she was supposed to ever look at him again without longing and pain evident in her eyes.
Leave the perfume on the shelf
That you picked out just for him
So you leave no trace behind
Like you don’t even exist
The day after the board had decided to solicit high-profile patients was one of the worst days of her life. He hadn’t said a single word to her since he came out of the boardroom. She was consumed by guilt. Not because she’d found a way to save the team and the hospital, but the fact that she had hurt Ethan and broken his trust in her in the process.
The next few days were hard. June and Baz were being as supportive of her as they could, but even they just barely skirted around Ethan, as no one wanted to face his wrath. He was an absolute monster to the poor interns, and she felt terrible knowing that it was all because of her. Sothy in particular, had only asked Ethan as to whether he had seen Dr. Rosario, and was chewed out in the atrium in front of everybody for it. Needless to say, Elijah was pretty upset for the rest of the day and it took a lot of convincing to get him to go on his planned date with Phoebe that evening. Alyssa felt horrible that everyone around her had to suffer Ethan’s harsh behaviour ten times fold because of her.
She had to, quite literally, run out of the office once a team meeting got over so that she didn’t have to be alone with him. And she only did her paperwork at home and in the doctors lounge, since she didn’t want to hurt him by leaving any traces of her work in his office. Ethan pretended as though they were never something special. He never treated her in any way less than any of his other colleagues, but his blue eyes that once filled her with warmth, now reserved a coldness that was meant just for her. Quite a few days passed with him not even acknowledging her. She felt like she didn’t even truly exist to him anymore.
Take the words for what they are
A dwindling, mercurial high
A drug that only worked
The first few hundred times
Leland Bloom’s case was something she personally loathed. Ethan had almost reverted back to his normal self when this case was assigned to the team. Then it was back to square one. But she wasn’t afraid of facing him anymore. The look of his face when she called him out for being a spoiled child would forever be etched in her mind. She was proud of herself for it, and deep down she knew that he was too.
His mood constantly changed whenever the team discussed Leland’s case. But he at least didn’t look at her like a criminal anymore, and that lightened her heart a little.
She would be forever grateful for Leland’s work ethic though, as it finally gave her a chance to openly talk to Ethan on the yacht, a task they’d both been avoiding for weeks. He’d tried to maintain an indifferent facade, but of course she’d made sure that he miserably failed. When he’d told her that she made it incredibly difficult to stay focused, she had almost laughed out loud in joy. That was a clear indicator that his walls were coming down, and that they were back to their old banter. He had made hundreds of reasons and excuses to push her away in the past, and he was slowly running out of them. “You can only run away so many times Ethan.”, she’d thought to herself as she looked at him fondly, glad that he wasn’t angry at her anymore.
And that’s the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and stolen stares
They show their truth one single time
But they lie and they lie and they lie
A million little times
Her mind came back to the present as she remembered the kiss they’d shared a few hours ago. The kiss he’d initiated. A few weeks ago if someone had told her that this would happen, she would’ve probably told them to go for a mental health checkup. But it had actually happened. “Ethan Ramsey took the initiative to kiss me.” She let those words finally sink in.
She was supposed to be ecstatic. She was supposed to be jumping like a maniac in her room. “So why am I not?”, she thought to herself.
The answer was simple: she was scared. Scared of being pushed away again. Scared of Ethan lying to himself and to her by saying that it didn’t mean anything.
She was done with the whole “stolen stares” and “painful glances” thing. They’d both shown their true feelings tonight, and she was not going to go back to the start again. “I only hope that he feels the same way and doesn’t run again.”, she sighed as she thought back to her first day at Edenbrook...
And you wanna scream
Don’t call me “kid,” don’t call me “baby”
Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me
You showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else
“You. Rookie. Get in here.” Those were the first words he’d ever spoken to her. She was feeling a little insulted at being called a rookie at that moment. She never thought she would miss that nickname so terribly ever since her second year started. Sure, it was undermining her in the beginning, but she knew that it became a term of endearment for both of them as time passed.
She’d realized how much it actually meant to her the night she visited his apartment after her suspension. She knew that he was trying to being distant as soon as he called her ‘Brooks’.
There were plenty of guys who had hit on her in the past. Heck, Bryce and Rafael had pretty obvious crushes on her too back in her intern year. But none of that mattered to her after Miami. She just couldn’t look into anyone else’s eyes other than Ethan’s clear blue. Those eyes made her feel like she was flying miles above the ground. They made her feel like she was at home. Sure, to everyone else, those eyes would only show harshness. But ever since she’d gone with him to follow his mother, she’d seen nothing but an uncharacteristic tender look in his eyes that he had last given her when she’d won her ethics hearing. She definitely wasn’t complaining about it.
Don’t call me “kid,” don’t call me “baby”
Look at this idiotic fool that you made me
You taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else
Her eyes filled with tears as she recalled the day she’d found out that Ethan had left, or rather, fled, to the Amazon forest. She was beside herself, sick with worry in hopes that he would be alright, and hurt beyond measure that he didn’t even bother to say goodbye.
She’d felt like an absolute fool. An idiot, who believed that they would be alright, as long as they just focused on their patients. She was broken, to find out that he had taken such an extreme measure to put distance between them.
“I am so so sorry Alyssa. I told him not to go, but he was very insistent.”, Naveen had tried to console her when she had marched up to his office as soon as the announcement of Ethan’s departure had been made in the atrium. She didn’t blame Naveen though. Ethan was as stubborn as a mule, and there was nothing that could’ve been changed even if she had known beforehand about his decision.
Sienna had tried, in vain, to set her up with some cute guys, but her heart just said no to every single one of them. Whenever she tried to give them a chance, her heart just kept telling her, “He isn’t Ethan.” No one could ever have even a small part of her heart since it completely belonged to him.
And you know damn well
For you, I would ruin myself
A million little times
Her heart hurt worse than ever. But surprisingly, she liked the pain. She wasn’t the kind of person who liked an easy answer. That was why she admired Ethan. He loved the challenges of being a doctor. He loved the puzzle. And so did she.
She pondered over her thoughts as a query struck her mind: “Do I love him?” She always knew that her feelings for him were strong and something special. But she’d never thought of the L-word before.
She thought about why she came to Edenbrook. She wanted to become the best doctor she could be. She wanted to make a difference for the people who had nowhere to go. But now, she was stuck in a situation where she was willing to risk it all for her boss. “I think I do love him...”, she thought. “No, I know I love him. He’s worth the risk. I’m not going to ruin my career by being with him. I will fight for this. For us.”, she said to herself with a determined mindset. She loved Ethan Ramsey with all her heart, and she was not gonna lose him no matter what. As exhaustion finally overtook her, she closed her eyes with the knowledge of her promise. She was going to fight for them, she definitely was.
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Ghosts (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}
Title: Ghosts
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2000
Warnings: Potential triggers if you have toxic family members and/or family members or loved ones with addiction. Also very mild allusions to anxiety.
Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set October 31st 1998.
Summary: Halloween festivites are interrupted by a ghost.
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“Well, aren’t you the cutest little pumpkin I have ever seen.” You said with the put-on voice that always managed to make Sofía giggle. She clapped her hands together as she rocked back against Javier’s chest. She reached up and tried to pull off the headband that was made to look like the stem and leaves of a pumpkin.
“You’ve gotta keep that on, sweetheart.” He told her, batting her hand away from the headband. “You still dressing up, baby?” Javier questioned, giving you a pointed look.
You looked down, gesturing to your sweatpants with a grin, “What? You don’t know what Morticia wore when she was at home?” You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. “It should take me ten minutes tops.”
“Mommy!” Josie cried out as she ran down the hallway. “I can’t find my candy basket! I looked everywhere!”
“It’s on the kitchen counter.” You told her, before looking back at Javier. “I don’t know how I feel about your slicked back hair.”
Javier arched a brow, “It was your idea.”
“I know.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Josie-Jo, can you sit with your father while I get ready?”
Josie ran past you with Stevie hot on her heels. You watched, in mild horror, as she climbed over the back of the sofa to get to Javier.
“This isn’t a jungle gym.” Javier reminded her, before you even had a chance.
Stevie started barking, ignoring her pursuit as she ran towards the front door a split second before someone rang the bell.
“I’ll get it.” You told Javier as he corralled the children. “It’s a little bit early for trick-or-treaters.” You commented as you grabbed the dish of candy off the table in the kitchen and headed for the front door.
“Stevie. Hush.” You snapped your fingers, scolding the dog with a look. She took two steps back and sat down obediently. “That’s a good girl.” You gave her a head pat, before turning to the front door.
“Happy Hallo—“ Your enthusiasm was cut short as you pulled the door open. It wasn’t a gaggle of costumed children waiting beyond the door. But it was certainly frightening.
A different kind of ghost.
“What are you doing here?” You questioned, stepping out onto the front stoop and pulling the door shut behind you.
How long had it been? Twenty years? And over the course of those twenty years you hadn’t once regretted leaving her in the past.
“It’s so good to see you, sweetie.” She clasped her hands together as she rocked on her heels. “I’ve missed you.”
“Let me ask again. What are you doing here?” You kept the bowl of candy in between the two of you, like it was a shield that would keep her from getting any closer.
“I came to see you.” She edged closer, “I’m clean, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about me anymore, I—“
“I didn’t.” You cut her off. “The only time you ever cross my mind is when I wonder how I managed to get through that part of my life.”
“I know.” She shook her head, before offering you a rather disarming smile. “I’m so proud of you. You’ve done so much. Who would’ve thought that my baby girl would amount to so much.”
“You have to leave.” You said without emotion, despite the storm of emotions you felt in the pit of your stomach. Even your chest felt tight as a wave of anxiety, one that had only ever been reserved for your mother, washed through you.
She held up a hand, “I want to meet my grandbabies.”
“No.” You clenched her teeth together, “They don’t need to be brought into this same toxic cycle I was caught in. No.”
The front door cracked open and you turned to see Javier standing there, “Baby, you good?”
You bit down on your bottom lip, giving the faintest shake of your head as you caught his gaze. You tried to convey everything without words and he got it.
“They’ve got the girls,” He assured you softly as he stepped out onto the stoop, pulling the door closed behind you. Javier took the bowl of candy from you, sitting it aside on the small bench that sat on the stoop.
“Thank you.” You whispered, the chill that had settled into your veins quickly chased away by his warmth as he settled a hand on the small of your back.
“Can I help you?” Javier questioned, fixing your mother with a look, his other hand resting at his hip as he stared her down.
“Sweetheart, aren’t you going to introduce us?”
You swallowed thickly, a humorless laugh escaping you. “Javier, this is my mother.”
“Shit.”
“It’s so nice to meet you,” She remarked as she extended a hand. Javier didn’t offer his, but your mother didn’t let that deter her. “I’m sure you’ve gotten an earful about me. I’m better. I promise.”
“Married again, I see.” You gritted out, catching the glint of the ring on her finger.
“We met in rehab.” She explained, “He’s got a daughter about your age.”
“Congrats.” You offered, leaning into Javier as he ran his hand over the small of your back. “I’m glad you’re alive I guess, but… we have plans.”
“I don’t mean to be a burden, sweetheart. It’s just… after I saw that article, I was just so proud of you. Look at you — you’re a mother.”
You scoffed, “That’s definitely the thing to be proud of.” You tilted your head to look at Javier. “I can’t do this. Please make her leave.”
Javier gave a short, “Whatever you need, baby.” He released his hold as you turned away, “I’ll be in, in a minute.”
You offered your mother a tight lipped smile. “Have a safe trip back to wherever. I hope you’re really clean this time, Becky.”
What a fucking nightmare.
Stevie barked as you stepped back inside, “Shh. It’s just me.” You said as you knelt down and gave her a scratch behind the ear.
She kept close to you like she was your shadow as you headed back into the bedroom to get ready. Not that you felt particularly celebratory now. Somehow, after all those years — she could still manage to zap the life out of you.
“It’s Monica.” She offered as she knocked at your bedroom door.
“It’s unlocked,” You told her, running a brush over your hair.
“Hey,” Monica started. “Who’s the woman Javier’s talking to?”
You rolled your eyes, “The wicked witch of the west.” You gestured to the wig laying on the bed. “Do you still get Morticia vibes without it?”
“You look gorgeous,” Monica assured you, though her brows drew together with concern. “I’ve only ever heard you refer to one woman as a witch.”
“Yeah.” You folded your arms across your chest. “There’s a lot to unpack there and I just want the girls to have a good night.”
Monica sat down on the foot of your bed, smoothing her hand over the blue gingham skirt of her Dorothy costume. “Why is she here?”
“Regret? A bid for sympathy? She ran out of people to use?” You questioned bitterly. “Fuck, I hate this. It’s all because of that stupid article.”
You sank down in the small chair in the corner, and Stevie laid down directly at your feet.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
You made a face, “Yes. No.” You looked away, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough to taste blood alongside the taste of lipstick. “It’s been twenty years. I left and I never looked back, Monica. I had plans for my life and none of them would’ve happened if I stayed caught in her web.”
“I know the feeling.” Monica offered you a sympathetic smile, “Remember what you told me and Connie. It’s okay to cut out of toxic people.”
“Apparently she’s clean.” You blurted out, still actively processing everything that she’d said in that short window of time. “But I know how it goes. She married someone from rehab. I think the last one was too… twenty years ago.”
She arched a brow at you, “Is she why you’re so weird about marriage?”
“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes. Your mother would show up mere months after you figured out how to overcome that hang up. “My childhood was shit. The men she brought into my life were monsters. I don’t want that around my girls.”
Javier walked in then and his expression was heavy when he met your gaze, “I had to compromise to get her to leave, baby.”
You pushed your fingers through your hair, looking towards the window then. “What?”
“She’s gonna come back tomorrow. I’ll take the girls the Murphys—“
“You’re not leaving me alone.”
“— and come back.” Javier frowned at you. “Baby, we don’t have to go to this. There will be other Halloween parties at the school.”
“No.” You shook your head. “Josie only gets one kindergarten Halloween party. You stood up then, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. “This is good enough. Let’s just go.”
Javier looked towards Monica then, before looking back at you. “Are you sure you’re okay, baby?”
You pressed your thumb against the spot between your brows and sighed heavily. Taking account of how you actually felt. You could feel your pulse in your ears, a distinct twinge of pain in your ribs. “No. No, I’m not sure I’m okay.”
You sank back down in the chair, resting your head in your hands. “Monica, do you and Nadia mind taking them on to the school? Her class is supposed to be getting together for pictures beforehand.”
“Yeah, of course. Whatever you need.” Monica walked over and gave your shoulder a squeeze. “Nadia’s got so many Polaroid refills. We’ll take a bunch.”
“Thank you.” Javier offered as she headed out of the bedroom.
You were both quiet for a long time before he moved to kneel down beside you, taking your hand into his.
“Javi, don’t kneel like that. Your knees are going to kill you tomorrow.” You warned him, lifting your gaze but not quiet meeting his eyes.
“Baby,” Javier started as he reached out and brushed his knuckles against your cheek. “We’ve gotta talk about this.”
You leaned into his touch, “I’ll meet with her tomorrow, if that’s all she wants.”
“I think it is.” Javier cupped your cheek, “Just say your piece and send her on her way. But I don’t want you to…” He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he shook his head. “I don’t want you to regret this, baby.”
You chewed on the inside of your bottom lip, “I don’t want her anywhere near the girls. Their grandmother is dead.”
He nodded, “I know.”
“What did she say?”
Javier sighed heavily. “She had a whole bit about how she’s sober now and she’s just trying to make amends—“
“So she’s actually in NA again.” You shook your head, rubbing your hands together. “She’s been before. She gets sober, clings to someone new, and the cycle repeats.”
“I know.” Javier rested his hand on your leg and gave it three short squeezes, “Look, I told her she could come over tomorrow. We can sit in the backyard and talk until you’re ready for her to leave.”
He reached for your hand, sliding his hand up to press two fingers against your pulse.
“Javier.”
“How do you feel?”
“Like my blood pressure is through the roof.” You reported. “Trust me, I’m aware.”
He brought your hand to his lips, his breath hot against your skin. “I just want you to take care of yourself, baby. And let me take care of you.”
You smiled, “Thank you.”
“Querida Mia.” He drawled out, pressing kisses up your arm, just like Gomez did with Morticia.
You laughed, turning your hand to cup his cheek as you leaned in to kiss his lips. “I love you. I’m sorry you’ve gotten yourself dragged into this.”
“Don’t apologize, baby.” Javier’s brows furrowed together. “I’m in this together with you. Good, bad, or otherwise.”
“Those almost sound like vows,” You teased lightly, “Now stand up before you’re limping tomorrow.”
Javier snorted, chuckling as he pulled himself up off the floor. He dusted his knees off before offering you his hand, “Shall we?”
“Yes.” You stood, interlacing your fingers. “I don’t want to miss out on the festivities.”
He squeezed your hand, “We won’t worry about tomorrow, until tomorrow. Alright?”
You agreed, “Tonight is about the girls.”
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Jeon Jeongguk x (F) Reader
summary⥗“Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.
tags⥗richboy!jk, -3 knowledge of how vacations work, domestic love!!!, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, fingering, jk’s white ass cheeks mention
wc⥗5.9k
u ever randomly get inspired for the first time in 2 months and write a whole fic in one night anyway enjoy
There were many perks to dating the heir of your city’s top conglomerate, the endless showering of gifts being one of them, but your favorite thing about your boyfriend wasn’t his overflowing pockets or his secure future, but the lovesick look in his eyes when you told him how much you loved him.
Jeongguk was an enigma.
He was born to be the stereotypical rich boy that authors of teen fiction could only dream of, his looks suitable for magazine covers and his brains destined for top-notch universities. His bloodline was carefully crafted by generations before him, every marriage carefully planned and executed with the ultimate goal to preserve their place in society as apex predators. In fact, Jeongguk’s entire life had been one big script his family had carefully pushed him along, from the fencing classes he took to the hiring of the nation’s best nannies to care for him, all subtle enough for him to not complain but demanding enough that he knew what was going on.
The only thing they hadn’t planned in Jeongguk’s life was him meeting you.
They had never planned for him to meet some middle-class girl, who was definitely not an heiress to any particular company or celebrity of any level, just some random girl he had accidentally bumped into leaving a charity event at the local community park. They hadn’t planned for his long, gangly arms to knock your phone out of your hand, or send it tumbling into the lake as you both watched on in horror. It was only after the quiet plop of water registered in both your ears that you had whirled on him, half of you in shock and the other in fury.
Jeongguk was, as previously stated, handed everything on a silver platter. His parents hardly bothered with teaching him how to do things. He barely understood how to work a washing machine, because all of that was done for him by other people. At the moment, he didn’t have to bother with taking an entrance exam to the best university this side of the country because he knew his parents would pay for the entire thing out of pocket. He especially didn’t ever have to worry about what to do when random girls scolded him in public sight, because frankly, it would never happen.
Yet here he was, completely startled as you told him to watch where he was going, and to learn how to apologize to people when you’ve done something wrong. He’d never had someone of a lower status than him treat him so aggressively before, and when you pause to catch your breath all he can stumble out is that he’ll replace your phone, he’ll even buy you the best model, what was your number so his people could reach out to you again?
The last sentence has you groaning in frustration, as you pointed furiously towards the lake, because how on earth was he supposed to contact you when your phone was 20 feet below surface level?!
After another fifteen minutes of you continuing your verbal rampage against him, the entirety of it which he’d spent fending off his security guard and his assistant (both who’d been appalled that he’d willingly let this peasant swear and curse at him) as he stared at you in awe.
When you finally calmed down and he’d offered to take you to the Starbucks across the street to figure out the details of your phone replacement, he’s surprised to find out your normal disposition is nothing like the one you’d first shown him. In fact, you’re rather sheepish and embarrassed at the coffee shop, albeit still a little upset with him for trashing your phone.
After you’ve finished nailing out the little details of your phone replacement, which included you hesitantly giving him your address, he leaves right away. He’s sad to leave so soon, having become completely enthralled with your entire being in the thirty minutes he’s come to know you, that he finds himself hopelessly staring out of the backseat of the Benz as he travels back to his upscale apartment in the heart of the city. He hopes you don’t forget him so soon.
To say you’re surprised to see a package on your doorstep the next morning is an understatement. You remember every online purchase you make, and if memory serves you right, you hadn’t made one in the past month to warrant its arrival today. After glancing down both ends of your hall, you tug the mystery package inside.
In hindsight you probably should have been more cautious of the entire situation, but part of you was extremely curious to see what brought this surprise on. After tugging the tape off and shuffling through the packing peanuts you’re met with a sleek box for the hottest and most expensive phone right now, a pink bow carefully tied around to secure a note.
One of our guard’s fished around the lake for the phone I misplaced and managed to retrieve the memory card. I hope you won’t mind the new contact I added.
Best,
Jeon Jeongguk
And thus was the start of your love story.
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You’re wondering if Jeongguk’s sudden idea was truly a spur of the moment epiphany or another ploy for him to get out of going to the ball his father had planned at the end of this month. You’ve come to learn in the last two years that despite his perfect boy aura, he was quite the impulsive shithead. Eitherway, you know he would have invited you to wherever he was going, and if he hadn’t, his mother would have shipped you a gown from her favorite designer and asked you to drag him there.
As it stands, it’s not a fancy ball you’re preparing for this time around, but a luxurious spring break in the Bahamas, away from school and family and anything to ruin your mood for the next week. You’d just finished your midterms when he bursts into your dorm room, demanding you pack your bags, baby, we’re going to the beach! Evidently, it was not the local beach you were going to. No, the ‘beach’ Jeongguk had referred to was one he conveniently forgot to mention was an entire plane ride away. It wasn’t until he returned later that same day to usher you off to the airport that he realizes how sorely under packed you are.
So now here you were, frantically cramming a week’s worth of cute, summer-y clothes into the only suitcase you own, running back and forth from your closet to the suitcase to the desk where you kept all your beauty products and shower essentials, while your boyfriend ate one of your granola bars on your bed.
“You better not get any crumbs on the bed, you know I hate finding them later,” you scold, not even bothering to look at him as you stuff all your makeup into a small bag.
Jeongguk snorts. “You won’t even be sleeping here for a week, babe,” he says, voice calm and relaxed in the way only someone who’s already done packing can be. The only consolation to your current state was that Jeongguk had booked his family’s private jet, so you really couldn’t be late to a flight only the two of you would be on.
You turn around with a hand on your hip, giving him the same unimpressed look you always do when he’s being unreasonable. “I’m sure the mice you’re attracting will keep it warm for me.” He rolls his eyes, finishing off his snack and then making a big show of patting down your creaky mattress to rid it of any granola crumbs.
He’s settled back into the bed when he speaks again. “Take the orange crop top you bought from Forever 21 last month, it makes your boobs looks amazing.”
You tuck your socks and undergarments against the suitcase’s inner pocket. “Oh right, ‘cause that’s a priority right now.” You don’t wanna tell him it’s already folded against your other clothes because you, too, think it makes your boobs look amazing.
You hear the rustling of the bed sheets once more, before you see his long legs come to a rest around you, arms wrapping around your waist to watch you ruffle through the clothing you already have. “Not my fault my girl’s got a nice set on her.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” you beg, reaching over to your pile of haphazardly thrown shorts and skirts to fold some more into your luggage. You’re careful of not moving far enough away that his arms would dislodge from their embrace. “We could have been halfway to the Bahamas right now if someone bothered to plan things ahead of time and not last minute as a means to get out of a charity ball.”
Jeongguk groans, letting his head fall forward to rest against your back, his soft breath leaving your back warm through your t-shirt. “Can’t a guy just steal his girlfriend away to the Bahamas for a week to avoid the overwhelming stress of life, and maybe choke on some exotic shrimp while she chokes on his di—”
“Get off of me, you pervert!”
The second you step foot on the archipelago that is the gem of the resort world, it’s about seven thousand degrees hotter than it was back home, and the sweat on the back of your neck can attest to that. The jet ride here had been pretty fun, it being your first experience flying private, but also flying in general. Jeongguk had kept you entertained both on the take off and landing, lips kissing down every inch of your neck with a promise for more later.
Well, it was later now, and the need to be sated was still present, something you’re not quite sure your boyfriend was aware of. Jeongguk was like that. Forgetful as fuck. The only reason he ever got anything done was because he had that assistant of his practically glued to his hip at every moment of the day, breathing down his neck every task he needed to complete. If it was up to Jeongguk, and Jeongguk alone, things would get done at a very slow pace.
But you were nothing like your boyfriend, and you suppose it’s why you two go together so well. While he put things to the side, you needed everything to be done right away and fast. Which is why you find yourself pulling him away from the scuba diving kiosk in an effort to check into your high-end cottage away from all the tourist hub.
“Babeee,” he whines, almost forgetting his luggage for the nth time, not used to actually having to haul his things by himself. “We could have seen the reef! You know, where all the fish are at? Where Nemo lives.”
“Uh huh, that’s nice,” you say, finding the driver Jeongguk’s assistant (bless his uptight, perfectionist ass) had booked for your arrival. “But we need to check in first and make sure our rental is all good.”
He seems miffed about the fact people actually have to do that, and had it not been his status as a trust-fund baby funding this entire trip, you would have liked to sock him right in the nose. But he’s your boyfriend and you’re used to his somewhat clueless ways by now, so you let it go.
You don’t know what you expected his assistant to rent out for you guys, but it certainly wasn’t the swanky beach house your driver pulls up to. It’s carefully secluded from the other houses around it, a high hedge-turned-fence surrounding the private yard. It hides a decent sized pool, a few lawn-chairs, and a hot tub from the public beach down below. The house itself is marvelous, complete with multiple bedrooms, two baths, and the most luxurious kitchen you’ve ever seen in a beach house.
“Oh,” you say upon stepping out of the car, mouth agape as you take in the sight of your accommodation for the next few days.
A pair of hands snake around your waist before carefully coming to rest above your navel. Jeongguk presses a gentle kiss to your temple, murmuring, “all for you, princess.” The waves crashing against the beach below are miniscule compared to the sudden blossoming of warmth in your chest.
“Shut up,” you shyly whine, turning around to envelope him in your arms. Your need for him and his body fades at the breathtaking sight behind you, and you find yourself forgetting about it completely as you venture around the house.
It’s the same day when you decide to go out into the yard and tan for a bit. Jeongguk had went in for a nap, a little tired from keeping you entertained on the long flight, because he’d stayed awake even when you fell asleep just in case you woke up scared. You don’t try to discourage him, watching him snuggle into the king mattress as you shuffle around for your bikini.
You’re absentmindedly applying another layer of sunscreen to your face, sunglasses pushed onto the top of your head. You’re completely enveloped by thoughts of your boyfriend, of how he could have easily ran off to the Bahamas alone (he went to Moscow last November on a trip to ‘find himself’), but he’d elected to whisk you off with him.
You tuck your AirPods—another gift from him—into your ears before finally settling into the comfort of a lounge chair, the sun’s rays beating down on you full force. It feels wonderful being away from everything you know with the comfort of returning. You’d always dreamt of visiting such places as a teenager, the presence of a lover or not, but now you truly got to live out those fantasies with Jeongguk.
He was a dream.
It’s about thirty minutes into your session when you register the sound of the sliding door, and you crack one eye open to see your refreshed boyfriend wandering into the backyard in a pair of swimming trunks and a goofy look on his face. “Oh, pardon me, I didn’t know such women came to the public pool,” he smirks.
You roll your eyes, not that he sees through the shades protecting you. “Don’t you dare try to roleplay with me, weirdo.”
He cackles, before somersaulting into the pool, and you find yourself squealing at the splash he makes. He disappears for a second under the water, but then pops back up at the ledge closest to you. “Come on, don’t be a pussy. Play along and maybe we’ll go to the spa tomorrow morning,” he offers.
“Fine.” You decide to join him, but not because the spa.
Jeongguk laughs at your petulant tone of voice, before sprawling out to float across the surface of the pool. “Great, so here’s what I was thinking. Me, the rich middle-aged husband coming here strictly for business. And you, the shy darling relaxing by the pool with her girlfriends who are all pushing her to go talk to me.”
“Sounds perfect, except for the part where I’m actually the sly minx coming here to scam a rich college boy out of his money, luring him into the most pleasurable sex he’s ever had, before ghosting him for all eternity and leaving him forever waiting for someone like me to come into his life again,” you propose.
Jeongguk blinks. “Wow, that sounded so realistic. You’re either really good at this, or… I should be worried,” he playfully accuses, before throwing over a gesture that says im watching you. You laugh.
“Just keep swimming, rich boy.”
He does as you tell him, playing in the water as you tune back into the music drifting into your ears. You’re about done tanning the front side of your body, and flip over to make sure your backside catches the rays as well. You set your sunglasses off to the side, and when you look back for them they’re adorning Jeongguk’s silly face as he doggy paddles around the donut floaty he found.
“Untie your top, dumby. Unless you want those ugly tan lines,” Jeongguk calls out in that brash tone of his. You flip him the bird, before sitting up in a very Ariel-esque pose to glance around your private yard.
As if sensing your hesitation, Jeongguk paddles over to your side, leveling you with an unimpressed look. “These bushes are as tall as a door, and there’s no one around for the next half mile, babe. Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.”
He truly knew the way to your heart.
You untie the knots at your back and your neck, carefully laying back down to get that perfect tan Jeongguk was talking about. Admittedly, you do feel a bit better knowing you won’t return home with noticeable tan lines, and that much is enough to have your topless self blissfully relaxing.
Your soundtrack is the playlist you had collected on the plane ride, occasionally joined by the splashing Jeongguk makes as he moves around the pool, and before you know it, your timer is ringing to let you know it’s time to flip over again. This time, you’re less hesitant about shedding your top, breasts bare to the sky as you throw the top over your eyes (guess where your sunglasses still where).
You hear a wolf whistle from the other side of the yard, and catch sight of Jeongguk sitting at the edge of the pool. His skin is glistening from the water, the sun enveloping him in its warmth. He’d been outside for a shorter time than you but somehow he’d accumulated a darker color faster. The sun loved him like no other. He’s pushing himself to his feet when he catches your gaze, mischievous smirk twisting his features as he rounds the pool.
“Didn’t know this was a nude beach,” he says, and you curse your body for the way it reacts to the sight of his messy hair and tone abdomen. Your nipples harden embarrassingly and you can’t even hide them.
“Tired already?” You muse instead, hoping he doesn’t comment on the state of your breasts. “Tired after a plane ride, tired after swimming. Didn’t know I was dating an old man.”
“Har har,” he says in a monotone voice, and you can’t help the curl of a smile at beating him at his own playful ways. He stops in front of you, and your expression is knocked clean off when the water droplets clinging to his body fall onto your warm skin.
“Jeongguk!” You whine, pushing him away with your foot in a valiant effort to save yourself from the cold water. If anything, your actions end up bringing your demise as he catches your ankle in his hand.
“Ah ah, princess,” he tuts, bending your leg upward only to place his knee where it once was. He ducks down to tower over you, your continuous squealing only bringing an evil smile to his face. “What did we say about tan lines?”
You push him away, groaning in defeat as his hair drips even more water onto your skin. “I took the top off, what now?”
He glances down, and for a moment, you’re confused as to what he sees that you don’t. You're only met with the sight of your yellow bikini bottom preserving the last of your dignity.
You scoff. “You’re kidding.”
Much to your chagrin, he’s not.
“You’re on one of the nicest islands in the world, staying in a private home with fences tall enough to stop Bigfoot from looking in, and you’re gonna tan with your bikini bottoms on? You’re ridiculous.”
You shove his shoulder, before resigning yourself to getting soaked by him as he shuffles around to squish you under his weight. “You’re ridiculous for thinking I’d be outside without any clothes on!”
He snorts against your shoulder, long arms moving around until he has one somewhat curled beneath you. “Nah. You are.”
“Don’t start with me, Jeon.”
He shifts again to look you in the eye. “Come on, ___. You’re really gonna get tan lines when you could avoid them?”
You roll yours eyes. “You couldn’t get me to go outside completely naked for a million bucks, baby.” The beginning of a grin curls around his lips. “Don’t even think about it.”
This brings a laugh out of him, before he’s laying back down to kiss your neck. “You’re silly.” All you can really hope for now is that him laying on top of you won’t give you an even worse tan line.
Just when you think he’s given up on his quest to have you completely naked outside, you feel the slightest tug on the tie holding your bikini in place, slapping your hand down on his as if he were a pesky fly. “Fine!” He huffs, rolling off you to jump back into the water. “I hope everyone sees your uneven tan.”
“No one would see a tan line on my coochie, Jeon,” you remind him, flinching when he decides to cannonball into the water right beside you, sprinkling you in another round of water pellets.
He emerges from the clear water a moment later, paddling to the ledge beside you to flick more water your way. “I will,” he retorts. “When I got you bent over tomorrow morning.”
You don’t hesitate to fling your bikini top his way, the yellow fabric smacking him across the face. “In that case, you should take those shorts off, because I certainly don’t wanna have to look at your pasty thighs.”
“You love my milky thighs,” he hums, traversing the length of the pool for his donut floaty again.
“Milky?”
Your tiny quarrel ends there, Jeongguk soon becoming too immersed in competing against himself in a breath-holding contest to bother you any longer. He’s adorable like this, cheeks puffed out like Mrs. Puff every time his head pops out of the water, that you almost forget to flip over when your timer rings again.
It’s in the midst of your repositioning that you dare take a peak beneath your bottoms. Much to your disdain, there is a growing disparity between the skin beneath your swimsuit and the skin around it. Nothing too bad, but if you were to lay out as long as you planned, it’d become embarrassingly noticeable. Your breasts had been saved from any differences thanks to Jeongguk’s early warning, and you begin wondering if shedding your bottoms would inflate his already huge ego.
No matter, you discreetly unknot the ties securing your bottoms, hoping he won’t notice from across the yard as you carefully slip them off.
You make quick work of laying on your stomach again, your ass finally catching some rays after being covered for so long. You won’t lie, there’s an unexpected wave of comfort that comes with being bare outside, your entire body wonderfully enveloped by the sun’s beaming rays. You snuggle into the lounge chair’s cushions as you nearly reach nirvana.
Your blissful state is ruined not even ten minutes later when the sound of Jeongguk’s heavy splashing comes closer and closer. It’s not until you hear the splat of his wet feet against the pavement that you realize you’re in trouble.
There’s a playful smack against your ass, and you yelp in surprise. “Jeon!” You whine, instantly sitting up on your forearms to narrow your eyes at him. He’s flashing you that playful grin of his as he plops down beside you, not even having to ask you to move over because you do so subconsciously
“Knew you’d give in eventually,” he sighs, leaning back on his palms as he tries to catch his breath. You decide to give up on your dreams of having a peaceful tanning session, turning around to face your glistening boyfriend.
“What do you want for lunch?” You ask instead, running a hand through the hair at the nape of your neck, rolling your shoulders around to get some movement back into them. He shrugs, slithering his way up the cushions to squish himself beside you. It’s a tight fit, but he makes it easier by throwing your leg over his middle.
“Probably some good food in the little village a mile from here. Could probably walk there too.” You hum in agreement, snuggling into his side. You’ve long since gotten over the coldness of his skin, cheek pressed against his chest. He’s got a hand on your lower back, partially to hold you close but also to stop you from rolling off the chair.
Right as your snoozing off, so wonderfully warm beneath the sun and comfortable in your birthday suit, you feel a pair of fingers brush against the backside of your thigh, and then ghost over your exposed pussy.
“You’re despicable,” you murmur, tweaking his nipple between your fingers. Jeongguk snickers, shifting you around so you’re mostly on top of him now, your awakened core pressed against his thigh.
“C’mon, princess,” he goads, running a pair of moist fingers along your thigh again, trying to carefully coax you into doing what he wants. Most things, you now realize, tend to go Jeongguk’s way regardless of other factors. “No one’ll hear us out here.”
“But what if someone does,” you point out, always the voice of reason when it comes to Jeongguk’s ideas. “We could get in trouble, Guk. I don’t know…”
“In trouble for what?” Is his smart rebuttal, shuffling beneath you so you can finally feel the swollen cock hiding beneath his swimming trunks. “Enjoying ourselves in our own home? Oh, the terror.” Upon seeing the uncertainty that still clings to your features, he drops the somewhat cocky attitude to press a kiss to your nose. “It’s all good, princess,” he soothes, ducking down to caress the side of your face with his cherried lips. “If anything, I’ll just bribe our way out of any trouble.”
“Ugh,” you groan, melting into him as you finally give in. “I hate when you say that.”
Jeongguk snuffles a laugh against your jaw, maneuvering the two of you around until you’re laid flat against the cushion with him hovering over you. “When I say what?” He teases. “That my wallet is as fat as my cock?”
You roll your eyes, untying the knot he’d done at the front of his shorts. “Get that fat cock of yours out before I change my mind.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he complies, setting one foot on the floor to push his shorts down, until you’re met with the sight of his stark thighs. You cackle, and his arrogant smirk is wiped off as he glances down at his two-toned legs.
“What happened to getting the perfect tan?” You sneer, tapping a finger against his muscled thighs. “Don’t tell me your ass is this white, too.”
He huffs in annoyance, before reclaiming his spot between your legs again, tugging you down until your cores are pressed together. “Shut up.” You do as he says, words catching in your throat at the feeling of his engorged cock brushing against your wet folds.
His slips a hand down to languidly toy with your folds, his fingers slightly pruny from all the time he spent in the water. It feels a little weird, but any complaints you may have had are wiped away when he nudges your bud with the tip of his pointer finger. You gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders at the sudden stimulation against your core. “Ohh,” you sigh, eyes rolling backwards.
“Feel good?” He checks, eyes trained on your expressions, lips unconsciously puckering to kiss you, even with your writhing beneath him. You let out a high-pitched mewl, much to your embarrassment, cheeks flushed warm from the sun and his ministrations. You nod belatedly.
He lets his wandering hands carry on, carefully travelling across the entirety of your folds. He knows your body like no other, so familiar with the dips and curves, that it’s impossible for him to not immediately locate your g-spot upon plunging his fingers inside you. “G-Guk!” you cry out, hands falling to grip at his biceps.
He presses a kiss to your throat. “That’s it, baby, lemme hear you,” he murmurs, and subtly presses his cock to the inside of your thigh. “Looked so delicious out here,” he sighs, and it’s as if he’s talking to himself. “Wanted to fuck your pretty little pussy from the second I stepped outside.”
Your back arches beneath him at a particular scissor of his fingers, another whine caught in your throat. “Want you so bad,” you whimper, reaching a hand up to tangle in his dark locks. You use the leverage to pull his lips towards yours, meeting in a frantic crash that has you whining against him even more.
His tongue slips past your lips, subduing yours when you try the same on him, and you almost choke on the excess saliva pooling in your mouth. Right before you can, he pulls back in favor of trapping your lower lip between his teeth. Your eyes flutter open, and you meet his own dark gaze.
“Ready?” He huffs, pulling his fingers out from within you. They’re shiny with your slick, almost as wet as they’d been when he was swimming earlier. You nod, dazed from all the pleasure he was giving you, that you can’t do more but spread your legs for him. He leans back on his knees, lining himself up with your hole.
You’d long since eliminated condoms from your relationship with Jeongguk, your trust in each other overwhelmingly so. Besides, you were still on the pill, and Plan B existed, so you never really worried about slipping up and accidentally getting yourself pregnant. Although there were times when he’d go overboard, stuffing you with his cum until you feel bloated, you’d never gotten pregnant before, so you wouldn’t begin to worry now.
Just the idea of feeling him in his entirety has you salivating, needy hands reaching out to grasp any part of him you can reach. Jeongguk snickers at your desperate ways, knotting his fingers with yours before pressing them to the cushion beneath you, the other gripping onto your thigh to keep your legs spread.
The second his tip pushes through the initial tightness, your mouth drops open, indecipherable noises escaping you. “J-Jeon,” you cry, chest heaving at the sudden intrusion.
“Relax for me, princess,” he huffs, just as out of it as you. Your body feels like it’s ascended, Jeongguk’s cock slowly pushing in further with each breath you take. It doesn’t take much longer for him to completely bottom out, the warm skin of his thighs pressing against you.
You’re like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as your body slowly assimilates to the feeling of being so absolutely full. It’s not until Jeongguk subtly shifts his weight onto his other leg that you give him the green light to start fucking you.
You moan, the first few thrusts hitting against every sweet spot inside you. “God, you’re so fucking big,” you heave, clenching around him just to feel the drag of his cock against your walls.
Jeongguk chuckles through his own pants, the fingers entwined with yours becoming impossibly tighter. “You’re too good for me,” he sighs, hauling your thigh further up his forearm until its resting in the crease of his elbow. The positioning allows his strokes to go deeper. You cry out, squirming beneath him with each thrust he gives.
“Oh fuck,” you cry wantonly when he plunges deeper into you, the water that decorated his skin long having been replaced by the sweat clinging to him. Your eyes flutter shut and you’re left only listening to the sounds of you, Jeongguk, and the ocean waves beneath you. “I love you,” you whimper.
Jeongguk grunts, ducking down to kiss you again, his hips not once slowing down. “Love you too, princess,” he murmurs. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you,” he groans, puncuating his statement with a brutal thrust of his cock into you. “Gonna buy you that pretty Valentino bag when we get back, I promise,” he adds, picking up his pace.
You whine, “You don’t have to, Jeon, I—”
He cuts you off, “and that silver Audi you liked at the car show last winter,” he rambles on, seemingly clueless to your protest. “A-And maybe that Louis Vuttion coat that brings out the color in your eyes—”
“I saw the same one at H&M,” you interrupt, swiveling your hips upwards to meet his thrusts. He chokes out a laugh.
“Shut up and just let me spoil you,” he groans, and then seemingly forgets what else he was planning on buying you as he focuses his complete attention on helping you reach your orgasm.
With his focus solely on that, you find the burning feeling in your lower abdomen grow tenfold, voice becoming more annoying with each moan and whine you give. “That’s it, baby,” he encourages, his thrusts sending tingles up and down your spine. He peppers kisses down your chest, each touch leaving your skin scorching.
Time seems to slow when the coil in your stomach finally snaps, an embarrassingly loud moan leaving your lips as your body spasms beneath him. “Oh, Jeongguk,” you sigh, falling limp on the lounge chair as he continues chasing his high.
He pulls out soon enough, giving his cock a few tugs before he’s spurting his come across your lower abdomen, leaning back to admire his masterpiece. He’s panting afterwards, and the backyard feels eerily quiet as you both just gaze at each other with goofy smiles on your faces.
The romantic aura is ruined when he feels the need to say, “hey, maybe now my ass won’t be so white.”
“Fuck, you look sexy,” he murmurs when the instructor finally turns around, leaving Jeongguk to gawk at your body in the tight wetsuit provided. “Gonna fuck you so good tonight.”
“Shut up,” you blush, trying to stop your eyes from violating your boyfriend’s disgustingly gorgeous body in the matching wetsuit he wears. “We’ll get kicked out of the group, Guk.”
He rolls his eyes. “I could have rented the whole place out for us, but someone thought scuba diving with the other corny tourists would be fun.”
You flick his forehead. “You don’t have to buy out every building we go to,” you remind him, memories of this morning’s completely empty breakfast bar flickering to attention. “Besides, I wouldn’t have let you fuck me tonight anyway.”
He scoffs at your claim. “Please, you would have begged me, ___.”
You hit him with the wide end of your swimming fin, then have to apologize to the instructor for your horseplay, much to Jeongguk’s amusement. You narrow your eyes at him, following the rest of the group out onto the boardwalk leading to the boat. “Find me a Nemo, and we’ll do it in the beach cabana.”
Jeongguk’s lips twists into the most devious smirk you’ve ever seen, and he smacks your ass as he runs ahead of you. You yelp, just as he turns to face you just as he nears the group. “Has anyone seen my son?”
#the last line is a nemo reference#kpopwonderlandtag#thekpopnetwork#jeon jeongguk#jungkook smut#jjk smut#mine
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Hello here is an Auston one. Idk if you can tell but writing smut has been my coping mechanism of choice for quarantine. Also thought I should give some Auston love before my new Mitch series goes up. I promise I love Auston hes just so easy to make the bad guy.
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What are your thoughts on tapes?" Auston asked out of the blue one day.
We were hanging out at his condo watching movies. Auston and I had been best friends for almost a year now so it was nothing to bring up weird or personal topics. We shared everything but this was a weird thing for me to talk about.
"I dunno. I've never really given them much thought."
"You know I mean sex tapes right?"
"Gee thank you captain obvious, couldn't get that on my own." I said sarcastically throwing a chip at his head.
"Alright I was just checking. Seems weird that you've never thought about it. You think about so much all the time."
"Yeah I don't know I guess I was never comfortable enough with anyone to even entertain the idea. What are your thoughts?"
"I think they're hot."
"How come?"
"Just the idea of having something so personal. Like something so private and intense to watch back whenever I want to. And I could remember exactly what was happening and exactly how it felt while I watch. Just catching a fleeting moment as a memory forever."
"How many of these things do you have casanova?" I teased bumping my thigh against him.
"I don't have any actually. Just want one I guess."
"Well I'm sure there are tons of girls who would love to be in a sex tape with the Auston Matthews."
"Yeah probably."
"Can't really blame em."
"Oh really? You one of them?" He asked winking making me blush and roll my eyes.
"Oh yes Aus, please let me be in your tape, I'm begging you." I said dramatically rolling to lay across his thighs with my hand over my forehead.
"You're an ass." He said laughing letting his hand fall on my hip so I was trapped on him.
"I get what you mean though. I horde memories in any way I can. I just never though of doing that on camera. Like what if it's not as hot as you think? What if you have a dumb sex face or something?"
"I'm deeply offended that you think I'd have an ugly sex face. Besides I wouldn't be watching me in the video. It would be more watching the girl take it. Like her reactions and faces are what I would want to watch. Who cares if I did even though I don't."
"Auston, you know you're gorgeous. Of course I don't seriously think you'd have an ugly sex face. Not that I thought about that before now. I'd be worried about it."
"I bet you look perfectly fine."
"Maybe."
"Nah you'd look so hot trying to catch your breath while taking dick, I'm sure of it."
"Oh yeah?" I asked feeling the whole energy of his room change.
"For sure babe. Squirming around, trying to find something to ground you while you get completely taken apart, stretched around a big dick. Fucking picture perfect (y/n)."
"Aus." I said quietly as he started rubbing his hand across my stomach applying a nice pressure when he just skirted the underside of my boob with his thumb. I closed my eyes as he continued.
"You're flexible I bet. Would look so good with your legs up on someone's shoulders while they pound into you."
"Mhm." I mumbled when he put his hand under my shirt. This might be going too far but I was too far gone to stop it.
"You like being full too so I bet you'd love being on top. You'd look so fucking gorgeous bouncing on cock baby. All tense legs, concentrated face, and bouncing tits right at eye level. I'd kill to see that." He had started running his hands over top of my bra adding and taking away pressure as he went. I let out a soft moan hoping he wouldn't catch it but I was not that lucky. "All your sounds too. Bet someone could get off just listening to your pretty moans like that."
"You that someone?" I asked teasing him once I'd found my voice again.
"I could be." He said quietly, as if he was afraid I'd spook if he talked any louder. I got up from where I was laying on him and crawled onto his lap being careful not to touch his crotch at all. I wrapped my arms around him and he grabbed my hips.
"Wanna find out?" I asked before taking his earlobe in my mouth to nibble on making him groan.
"Please." He said trying to bring my lips to his. They just barely brushed when I pulled back making him groan in annoyance. "I didn't take you for being patient enough in bed to tease."
"I'm really not. Just thought it'd be fun to make you squirm a little."
"Ass." He said with a smirk as he pulled me closer to him so I was sitting on his hard member. I moaned louder than before at the friction.
"So hard Aus."
"All because of you babe. All the thought of watching you fuck." He was guiding my movements on him groaning every once and a while. "Make a tape with me.."
"Auston!"
"What? That's why I brought it up. I want to make one with you." He gave me a deep kiss while I was still grinding myself on him. I got so lost in it that when we broke apart I didn't think at all.
"If you want to make one I guess we can."
"Baby really? You want to? Because I'll still fuck you, I won't just leave you wet and needy like this if you don't want to."
"Wow a gentleman."
"(Y/n) I'm serious. I want you so bad but I don't want to pressure you."
"Hey, I trust you. Let me give you this." I said giving him a kiss.
"Okay hang on a second." He flipped us over, gave me another kiss before getting off the bed and setting up a couple cameras in different angles.
"Aus, baby come here." I said when he was finished. I was kneeling on the bed and he came over to stand in front of me. I started with his shirt, slowly lifting it up and leaving kisses as I went. I left a hickey on his chest as I undid his pants and started pushing them and his boxers down together making me lick my lips.
"Like what you see baby?"
"I didn't expect you to be that big. You're so fucking gorgeous Aus." I brought him to my level to basically just shove my tongue in his mouth. Eventually he broke away and ripped the clothes off of me. His eyes and hands were everywhere.
"You look so much better than I imagined. God I'm gonna give it to you so good babygirl."
"Please give it to me Aus, please I need it." I begged as he come to lay on top of me. He kissed me again but it wasn't enough. I lifted my hips and tried to get friction against him.
"You want this dick don't you baby? Practically desperate for it already."
"I want it so bad. I don't need fingers I'm wet enough just get in me please."
"I dont want it to hurt."
"I want to feel you Auston. Even after this is done I want to feel it when I walk."
"Holy fuck. Okay, if you're sure?"
"I'm sure, love. Come on give it to me. Want your dick in me so bad. Destroy me Auston, please."
"You don't have to ask me twice." He said leaning down to kiss me. It was a wet, gross kiss but I loved it. He ran his fingers down my chest and I gasped breaking the kiss.
"Fucking pleeease. Stop making me wait."
"Love how you beg for it babygirl." He said sitting up between my legs while stroking himself. I tried to touch but he pinned my hands down with one of his while he still pumped himself over me. I whined and started squirming making him chuckle. "Be patient (y/n)."
"I caaaan't."
"You can and you will. You'll take what I give you when I give it to you."
"Then give it to me, what are you waiting for?"
"Just enjoying this." He said kissing up my neck.
"Wouldn't you rather enjoy the feeling of my tight, hot, wet pussy Aus?" I asked bringing his face to look me in my eyes.
"God don't look so innocent when you say that."
"I'm your good girl Auston. Fucking reward me."
"Good girls don't use language like that. Seems to me you're a bad girl. You know what bad girls get?"
"What?"
"They get fucking punished before they get rewarded."
I let out a shiver at his words and moaned a little. He smirked and ran his hands down my body gently before roughly turning me on my stomach. He ran his hands down from my shoulders to my ass where he squeezed and jiggled it a bit before letting a slap fall making me gasp.
"How many do you think you need to learn a lesson? 15? 20?"
"Yes."
"I asked two questions baby."
"You pick. You choose. Something please. Pretty please."
"Look at you. Begging to be punished too. Since you're begging you'll get 15. Count em for me darling."
I did as I was told and counted as Auston spanked me harder and harder as he went. I was dripping at the thought of Auston touching me like this, wanting me like this for so long. I had always wanted him and it was dizzying to know that he wanted me so bad that he wanted to film it so he can watch it back whenever he wants.
"Babe are you still with me?"
"Yeah, yeah sorry. I don't know what happened there." He turned me over and caressed my body kissing anywhere he could reach.
"Took your punishment so well (y/n)."
"Thank you Aus."
"Do you want to continue?"
"Auston Matthews if you don't put your dick inside me I'm actually going to lose my mind." That made him laugh as he leaned in to kiss me.
"Don't worry baby. You're gonna get it." He nipped at my bottom lip as he knelt between my legs. He grabbed his dick and started rubbing it along by folds making me whine.
"Please Aus, please, please, please."
"Shh you're okay, I've got you." He said soothingly as he started to push into me. "You're so wet babes. Who did that?"
"You did Auston. All you. The thought of you wanting me like I want you's got me all soaking wet for you baby."
"I've always wanted you. That's why I wanted to do this with you. Just so fucking hot." He put both my legs up on his shoulders effectively turning me into a pretzel. He gave a sharp thrust and I moaned loudly. He kept doing that at a quick pace keeping me moaning and whining as I got closer to finishing.
"Fuck Aus, I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah? Already? Shit baby that's so quick."
"God don't stop please." I pulled his body closer to mine before digging my fingers into his muscular butt. It worked as encouragement and he started pistoning into me.
"Fuck Auston Fuck!" I screamed letting myself cum all over his dick. I scratched his back making him hiss.
"I bet everyone in the building can hear you babygirl. You like everyone knowing who's making you feel this good?"
"Yeeesss." I hissed out calming down a bit.
"Think you can cum again baby? Be a good girl for me?"
"Yes. I can. Let me show you, I can do it."
"Okay baby show me."
"How do you want me, love?" I purred biting at his neck.
"Oh God. On your knees babe. Hands and knees." He pulled out of me making me whine and making him laugh.
"One second my needy baby, I'll be back in you in a minute."
I flipped over and leaned on my elbows spreading my legs and keeping ass up for Auston. I didn't know what I was expecting but it wasn't Auston slamming into me with no warning and giving me no time to catch my breath. I was a screaming, writhing mess of pleasure while he relentlessly fucked me. He kept smacking my ass. He stopped thrusting at one point and I whined.
"Auuustoon."
"Look at me baby."
I turned to look over my shoulder and barely registered that he was holding his phone. I started fucking myself on his cock while I looked at him.
"Please fuck me like that again Aus, please."
"You're so desperate for my cock huh baby?"
"Aus I need you to move, I'm close."
"I will if you keep your eyes on me. My good girl, close to coming for a second time for me."
"Please move Auston. I'm literally begging yo-oh holy fuck yes yes yes!" I screamed as he started pounding again.
"Can feel you tightening around me babes, you getting close?" I just let out a broken moan as a response making Auston grin. "C'mon (y/n) cum for me again."
He reached his hand between my legs and started rubbing hard. I came almost immediately clenching and yelling incoherently. I collapsed making Auston pull out while I caught my breath. While I did Auston was kissing my back and shoulders.
"You're so hot baby. So good for me."
"Wanna go again." I mumbled into the sheets.
"What baby?" He grunted as I pushed him over and climbed on top. I grabbed him by the base and lowered myself slowly onto him.
"You're not done so I'm not done." I said as our hips met and he was fully sheathed in me. He groaned loudly and dug his fingers so hard into my hips I was definitely going to have bruises in the morning. I convulsed a little and moaned at how much of a stretch it was.
"Fuck you feel so good."
"Gimme a minute please?"
"You okay?" He asked resting his forehead against mine to keep my focus and not move around.
"It's just a lot."
"Is it too much?"
"No I just thought I was stretched out enough that it wouldn't be this intense. I'm sorry just give me a second to adjust?"
"Of course baby." He kissed my forehead and just held me against him. "I'm surprised you're even trying to take it all like this. If it's too much tell me."
"I'm okay it's just a lot." I said raising a little and dropping back down. "Oh fuck that's good. You're gonna rearrange my guts Auston Matthews."
He helped me raise up and fall down at a good speed. I was quickly a mess again. Eventually I didn't need his help to keep rhythm and I was bouncing on his dick. He was roughly palming at my body anywhere and everywhere while he grunted, groaned, and growled in my ear.
"You gonna cum again babygirl? Three times for me?" I couldn't answer him. I had started to cry a little at how good it felt. I nodded at him and bounced slower, squeezing him when I went up. "Fuck I'm gonna cum soon baby. Especially if you keep doing that."
"Want your cum Aus. Fuck it into me."
Auston held me still and fucked up into me hard. I squealed and his pace faltered for a second.
"I'm so close baby." He started to fuck up again and I came with a choked out weak moan laying my head on his shoulder. As I was shaking through the rest of my orgasm Auston came in me. He rode out his high while holding me tight and kissing around my face. He lifted me a little to get his dick out of me. I whimpered a little at the loss. I didn't notice I was crying until he wiped a tear from my cheek. He laid me down and went to his bathroom to clean up. He brought me a wash cloth and cleaned me up too when he was done he slid my underwear back on and put one ogmf his sweaters on me. I was completely malleable and blissed out.
"You okay baby?" He asked coming back to the bed from somewhere in the room. He got back in and pulled me to sit on him. I completely melted into him and he wrapped both arms around me.
"M'okay."
"You sure sweetheart? You're still crying."
"It just felt so good Aus. That was incredible."
"Definitely the best sex I've ever had."
"Don't lie."
"Not lying babygirl. That was so far beyond anything I've done before this. I dont even know if we can classify those other times as sex."
"Shut up." I said blushing.
"And I've got it all captured. My first time with you will be with me forever."
"You'll get sick of it eventually."
"Never baby. I'm gonna watch that tape every night I'm away on the road."
"What about at home?"
"I'm hoping I was good enough for a repeat performance." He said with a smirk.
"Next time your gonna cum 3 times though. I want to see you cry from too much."
"We'll see baby."
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Eisuke - I was bad daddy
Request: ‘kbtbb eisuke x MC smut/love were he’s her teacher n she’s the student n it can we like kinky daddy stuff (I’m not good at explaining aha sorryyy) also would you be able to make mc confident’
MC is a uni student but Eisuke is being a guest lecturer for a few sessions and we all know we can’t resist this man
Smut, daddy kink and NSFW
You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, the way he walked across the platform, his voice filling the lecture theatre, the way he would give his classic smirk when his eyes met yours. Your boyfriend was glorious, an inspirational vision of power and glory, he had come to your university course to run a class on stocks and marketing. You knew he would be visiting today and you wore slightly more revealing clothes than normal, a white blouse that was buttoned up, the tops of your breasts visible through the cotton material and a skin tight pencil skirt. You knew he loved when you dressed like this, his eyes unable to move off you as he presented himself on the stage. He was so handsome, he was like a trance every moment and word had you fixated, but also the other girls pinning for him in the class.
You had been so busy studying lately you didn’t get to see a lot of him, your education being a top priority so seeing him there, having everyone's attention purely hanging off his every word, it made you want him badly. His smirks sent ripples through your body, your body pooling with desire, the wetness starting to grow between your thighs.
Wanting his attention as everyone else buried their heads in notes, you took the pencil in your hand and licked down the side of it suggestively, before sucking on the end of it Eisukes eyes catching your movement. Your move the pencil as fast into your mouth as it will go, your eyes making direct contact with his before removing it from your mouth, a string of saliva falling from your lips. His eyes glinted with darkness, you knew he would be seeing you for one-on-one after the lecture.
The minutes dragged by, finally after what seemed like forever Eisuke rounded up his lecture. Whilst the others flooded out, you stayed seated messing your notebook and bag before you was the only person left in the room.
“That was a dirty game you was playing,” Eisuke smirked as he made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“I just couldn’t control myself, professor,” You purred, pressing yourself against him.
“Hmm, you know I like my other nickname better,” He hums into your ear causing your face to go red.
“You know that nickname is for only at home,” You slyly grin, you push your waist against him, feeling a hard movement beginning to form against your leg. His hands on your hips guiding your hips to subtly grind against him, earning a moan from your lips.
“You know,” You say as you holding his jacket before turn yourselves and pushing him to lie on the desk, you climb onto him straddling him, “I was such a bad girl during your lecture,”. Your hips dipping down to feel the growing erection beneath you.
“Oh?” He smirks, his hands guiding your waist once more.
“I got all wet thinking about you, all I wanted was for you to bend me over the desk and fuck me there, daddy,” You moaned, you wanted him there and then, you wouldn’t be able wait until you got home.
“Well then, let me see how much of a bad girl you’ve been,” He growls before flipping you over, hovering over you as he slammed you gently against the table. He kissed down your breasts over your shirt, his fingers pushing up your skirt. He climbed off the table and spread your legs, your knees bent and you placed your feet flat on the surface. His fingertips tease over your thighs before reaching your panties, in one swift movement they was removed, Eisuke shoving them into his back pocket.
“We have been a bad girl,” He smirks, his eyes glancing at your glistening slit.
“Punish me,” You whine as his his fingertips run over your folds.
“Punish me what,” He loved to tease you like this, his fingertips leaving ghostly trails against you.
“Punish me daddy,” You moaned as he sunk a finger into you, his hot breath over your clit. He tongue flicked over your sensitive nub as another finger delved inside you, working together in a rhythm that had you withering under him.
“You like that little girl,” He mumbles against your skin as your hips buck against his fingers, a curl of them making your back arch slightly.
“Yes~Yes~” You respond, your hips grinding against his thrusting hand, your wetness beginning to pool onto the table beneath you.
“Do you know how tortuous it was, watching you sit there and perform such a lewd act on your pencil,” His thrust his hand deep inside you, your hands tugging the tips of his hair, “I wanted to shove my cock down your throat in-front of everyone, showing them what a dirty girl you are,”. His words sparking a fire inside you, your walls beginning to tighten around his fingers.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, daddy’s big cock fucking your mouth until its filled with my cum,” His fingers deeply thrusting at each word, curling and grazing the spot inside you that made you see stars, but you knew he wouldn’t let you cum, not until you begged for it.
“I want it so bad daddy,” You whined through pants, tears forming in your eyes at the pit of warmth pooling in your stomach. He growled in response, his fingers putting pressure onto your spot inside you.
“What do you want little girl,” His fingers knuckle deep inside you as you let out a cry, not caring if anyone who walked past the room would hear.
“Make me cum, Eisuke fuck me please, I need you,” You cried out as your body released the pressure it was holding, your body trembling as your gasped, your head thrown back against the table. Normally he would be displeased with this type of begging but watching you withering under his touch and knowing you wouldn’t have the room for long, he was in a generous mood.
His fingers kept thrusting into you as the sound of metal filled your ears, the irresistible sound of him dropping his trousers. He removed his fingers and gripped your ankles, pulling you to him holding your legs out wide. He smirked looking down at your trembling body, his cock rubbing and slipping against your heavily slicked folds.
“I’m going fuck you senseless,” He groaned, snapping his hips against you, no time to adjust or savour the moment, frantic and heavy pounding into you. The roughness of his thrusts, each one filling you and stretching the cries of pleasure from your mouth.
“Thats it, cry for me,” One hand gripping tightly over your ankle, keeping your legs widely spread as the other makes an ‘x’ shape over your clit, the cries of pleasure falling from your mouth. You was always vocal, how could you not be when Eisuke was ploughing into you, but the high of your previous orgasm and the harsh intensity he was giving you almost made it impossible to even moan. The table below you shook at his thrusts, your hands gripping at the sides from under you, your back arching to the point it left the surface.
“There!” You cried loudly as he angled himself to hit your pleasurable spot, eyes rolling to the back of your head. A few deep thrusts against it and the bubbling feeling returned but would come crashing down within seconds.
“Cum for daddy,” He groaned, pinching your clit and you clenched around him, pulsing your release over him, him unable to hold back anymore. A deep groan from his throat followed by pants, as you felt his seed spill deep, his cock throbbing inside you. Your legs were shaking as he still held you by the ankles, riding you both down before lowering them to the floor. He pulled you up and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you to his torso.
“For someone who has a problem with paying attention in class, you definitely deserve an A,” He chuckles as you try to regain your breath.
“I guess I have a pretty good teacher,” You manage, pulling your skirt down, yours and his essence beginning to leak out of you.
“Well I’m keep these as a punishment,” He smirks, taking your panties from his back pocket before putting them in his jacket, “Oh and we’re not done here, we’re going straight home and daddy’s giving you a night full of homework,”.
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The Drowned - KisaSaku
What was the point in being supernaturally blessed with a god’s favor if you were only going to be supernaturally feared by mortals for it?
“Again!”
Sakura shut her eyes in time to protect them from the sting of saltwater as her head was shoved down beneath the churning surface of a basin filled with ocean. She struggled a little, only because his hand in her hair was irritating, but gave up as another set of hands joined the first.
She lost track of time under the water, letting go of her breath and breathing in ocean salt like any other fish would before spitting out the excess from the slits in her throat. Above her the world was noisy, she could tell, but the water muted the worst of it.
Maybe she could play dead for them this time?
She was pulled back too suddenly and sputtered from the transition before she could act drowned. The crowd screamed at her and some even threw stones, but the elder barked at the kids to stay back. Sakura glared dully in his direction, not even remotely concerned for her wellbeing. Zabuza would kill them all if Haku didn’t finish them off first. She just needed to last another day as their spectacle.
“This is no curse, this is a gift!” the wrinkled elder shouted.
“She’s a demon!”
“A witch!”
The elder waved his hands again and the circle of folks surrounding Sakura retreated until only he stood before her, eyes wide with greed. “No, she is a gift for us. It’s been many decades since we’ve had anyone willing to wed the lord of our waves, but here she is.”
“What?” Sakura coughed, spitting out the saltwater from behind her teeth.
The murmur in the crowd was an instant shift as angry cheers and jeers turned to muffled whispers. Sakura had to shake the water out of her ears to hear them.
“How long has it been?” one woman asked another.
“I can’t remember the last one,” her friend answered.
“Old man, let me go or you’re all dead in a matter of days,” Sakura threatened. “I have friends coming for me and they’re really demons.”
“You came to us alone, you have no one,” he countered easily, leaning down to grab her face with wrinkled fingers. “No one will miss you.”
Someone ran ahead screaming about a sacrifice to the Lord of the Waves and the village was dressed with lights and banners to welcome their arrival. Their elder was greeted with joyful praise while no one seemed to want to spit at Sakura anymore.
Instead they took her, bound of course, into the largest home and dressed her in heavy fabric the color of seafoam. Sakura struggled against the ladies when they stripped her naked, but against her will she was slipped into the wedding gown and sewn in.
The chest they had pulled the dress from smelled like dust and a frankincense, a sign of its age before Sakura ever noticed the outdated straps and bodice beadwork. It was a relic but it was also a treasure. If the situation had been any different she would have marveled at the figure she struck in her white foam gown, but it was weighted to sink her with layer after layer under the skirt and she had people who would miss her.
“Beautiful,” one of the girls dressing her whispered to her twin.
“You’re going to kill me,” Sakura growled back. “That makes you murderers.”
“Nonsense, you can’t drown so what else are you good for?” The elder was beside her, watching as the ladies sewed ropes of pearls into her hair. “There is no one to speak for you so you are the village’s.”
“You’re all a bunch of old fashioned, outdated, backwater, inbreeds,” Sakura snarled. “I am my own person and I speak for myself. You kill me, and you’ll have hell to pay.”
But the elder only laughed, the way a parent would laugh at their child saying silly things that were too impossible to be considered. “You’re only a woman, there are always more of you. No one will miss one that doesn’t even have a surname.”
Sakura bit back her snarl and settled into her bindings, content to wait until they sank to to try and make her escape. She won’t drown no matter where they sank her, and Zabuza wouldn’t let her stay lost forever. It had been weeks since they parted, but he was supposed to be right behind her once Haku healed up. The three of them-
Sakura’s thoughts were cut off with a curse as her eyes were bound with white fabric, rendering her blind. Someone turned her over and she fell onto something wooden that was lifted into the air and carried. A rough palanquin, no doubt.
There were voices chanting, singing, laughing as the palanquin was carried up and out of the village, further along the roads until she was sure they had covered a league on foot. She could hear the ocean waves and smell the brine as it choked the air she inhaled.
The palanquin came to a stop and she was pulled off it, still bound around her wrists. Someone took the cloth off her eyes and she saw the black glass rocks from a long dead volcano that had once birthed much of the island. The crashing of waves drew her gaze down to the rocks below.
Drowning became the least of her worries.
“You’ll spear me to death here?” she hissed, suddenly afraid.
“Only if the lord finds you lacking.”
Sakura pulled against the bindings and strained, digging her heels into the soil and struggling wilder. The men who had carried her on the palanquin took her arms to try and force her still but she screamed and cursed them with every foul title she could imagine. She promised them a death ten times worse than hers and they only chuckled, like she was nothing more than a lame chicken squawking at their heels.
Sakura pulled, gaining a step back before they pulled her two steps forward. She strained and dug in against the men twice her size. Overhead the moon was rising but it wasn’t full enough for her to drink from, and it made her cry as she struggled more wildly.
Damn moon, damn curse, damn superstitions, damn droughts…
There was only a spindle thin crescent in the sky to complement the scattering of stars that stood out in all their pretty patterns. Sakura know more of their forms and stories, but so far south she was sure there were new stories and new shapes the people saw when they looked up at the same sky.
Damn every last one of them.
“She’s got quite a mouth on her,” one of the men laughed, sounding winded as he pressed one of her arms to her side.
“I’m sure plenty of men think that’s attractive,” the elder joked, waving to the cliff edge. “Still, she’s pretty enough for even a monster to want.”
“Or eat,” a different man laughed.
Sakura screamed and that only antagonized their delight.
Someone started to sing and there was even a drum that kept the beat steady for the woman’s voice to follow. Sakura screamed over the sound and they stuffed her mouth full of the fabric that had once bound her eyes. When she kicked they grabbed at her ankles and lifted her like laundry that needed to be folded. She felt her heart drop as they swung her from her wrists and ankles.
The singing pitched and then caught on a single, long, drawn out note.
Sakura was tossed over the edge and fell, head over heels, into the black waters below.
Kisame heard the singing and saw the lights dropped into his favorite bay. Nothing more than casual interest drew him closer as he waited to see what sort of useless treasure the humans would toss into his waters. Sometimes it was a sheep, or a pig, and he enjoyed those enough to send them still waters or their drowned husbands back, but it had been several years since his last sacrifice.
When the large body broke the surface and sank through a curtain of bubbles he expected a small deer, or maybe a large goat.
The bubbles parted and her hands broke apart, freeing her from her white rope bindings even as she sank under the weight of her wedding gown.
Oh, it had been many years since the last one sank for him.
Kisame grimaced as he held back to watch her decent. The dress had been weighted with too many layers and he could tell she had been sewn in. She’d never free herself in time.
He drew closer but kept himself hidden behind the black stone rocks that sometimes pierced through the waves. He saw her face more clearly and pouted at the waste. What was it with humans and sending their most beautiful to their deaths?
She was a stunning example of the lesser species, with a slender neck and wrists just as thin. Her hair was a halo of pink coral around her face, floating more freely as she settled on the ocean floor and gasped. She kept her eyes shut but he imagined they were just as striking as the rest of her.
What a shame.
Kisame almost turned away but decided he would watch her expire before tossing her body back onto the land to be buried somewhere else, someplace where the people weren't such fools.
Well, they had paid their tribute, so he supposed he owed them their rain. Once she was finished drowning he’d get on that.
Whenever she was done dying.
…
She seemed to have quite a set of lungs on her, Kisama realized when her thrashing continued many minutes later. She looked more tired than drowned and he wondered how that could be. He dared drawing closer and hid when her head turned in his direction. It made his twin hearts thrill in his chest.
Her eyes were the brightest green he had ever seen and just as pretty as the rest of her.
Oh!
She turned back to try and pull her dress apart but it was all whalebone and heavy stitching, more than her nails were a match for.
When she screamed in frustration he saw the slit under her chin and the ones on her throat. She had been cursed or blessed with the ability to breath as well as any of his kind underwater, in spite of her legs.
His awe outweighed his fear as Kisame swam out from behind the rocks and surged across the short distance. She noticed him and startled, trying to swim back, even though her heavy dress kept her in place.
“Can you talk underwater too?” he asked, speaking without bubbles.
“Fuck you!” she hissed, disturbing the waters with her cursing.
Kisame laughed and braced one hand over his chest, afraid of how hard his hearts were beating at the sight of her. She was by far the most beautiful his ugly eyes had ever beheld and the singing from before meant she had been drowned for him.
“I’m Kisame, you might not have heard my name from them but-”
“I’m not your damn sacrifice, fish face,” she snarled.
Kisame nibbled on the edge of his bottom lip, hiding his smile as best he could. “I’m sure, I’m sure. What’d they tell ya, princess?”
“That they’re too stupid to do anything more than breed and piss in their own pants, what do you think?” she snapped, eyes flashing with thin, weak magic.
“You’re hilarious,” he chuckled with pure mirth making his voice rumble. “Want me to help you get out of here?”
She stopped struggling. “Get me out of this...dress?”
“Nah, then you’d run off on me. I meant this place. I have a palace not far from here where my servants can tend to you and get ya fed. You look thin enough to snap in half, princess.”
“I’m no princess and I’m not going with you.”
“Why not? You got somewhere else to be?”
“Yeah, back on land.”
Kisame hummed playfully. “Not a good idea. I don’t get many visitors and even fewer guests who are this entertaining.”
He reached for her face and traced the side of her cheek with his rough fingertips before pulling his hand back and kicking at the water between them to raise himself up and show off the powerful whale shark body that made up his lower half. With a rush of magic he kicked and the tail became legs, tapered into fins at the end, before melting back into a mer tail.
“You’re a-what the fuck are you?”
“You can call me Kisame, babe, and I’m whatever the hell you want me to be.”
“I want to be out of this dress.”
He reached for her and pulled her to his body with powerful arms crossed behind her lower back. She sputtered and braced with hands on his chest where she could no doubt feel the way his two heart fluttered for her. The feel of her made him want to vibrate right out of his skin.
“Not yet, but give me a night and I’ll gladly help you shed your layers, wife.”
“I’m not-mph”
He kissed her gills and it made her stuttered incoherently. It was where he was the most sensitive, so he was willing to bet she wasn’t much different.
“I’m-ah, ahhh, mm-mah,” she gasped when he tilted his face to reach the rest of her gills and kiss those too, one hand straying to the curve of her backside to cup her through her dress.
He could feel her legs, caught under so many layers of fabric, twitch and reach to clamp down on his hips, keeping him close. Anytime she opened her mouth to object he kissed her again until she was nothing but moans.
“What was that princess?” he teased in a timber of pure mirth to match his saucy expression. She was flushed for him and trembling for his touch.
“I-ah, I...I mean...a detour wouldn’t...be…” she swallowed and ducked her face to get her thoughts better controlled before trying again. “I wouldn't be opposed to a detour.”
“I was hoping you’d say that, princess,” he cheered. “You can leave whenever you want after we get to know each other a little better, what ya think about that?”
“Depends on if you can do something with this,” she huffed, rubbing against the bulge between this thighs that tented his scales. “I’ve got time.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Got a name, princess, or should I just call ya mine?”
“Sakura.”
He traced her gill with a rough finger, making her twitch. “Great, now I know what to scream.”
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𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ❤️
Sally X reader
Warning: mention of cutting
I walked down the hallways of the hotel Cortez. This hotel was what I called home. After I had committed suicide I thought I was finally free from the awfully place we know as earth, but then I woke up and I was in the same spot I had shot myself in. The hotel was pretty lonely. I cried every night until my body was numb. I also had sex with many different residents of the hotel. Not gonna lie they were all really good, but the best one was a broken hearted beauty named Sally McKenna.
Sally was the first person to be nice to me in the hotel. One night I was just crying in one of the booths of the hotel bar, my knees tucked under my pink flowery skirt that I had put on that morning and my tears fell onto my black off the shoulder top. Mid mental breakdown, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to face to the figure and was met with pure beauty.
"You ok, baby love?" She asked moving a strand of hair out of my face. I wanted to lie but I couldn't.
"N-no." I replied in a mere whisper. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in close. I laid my head on her chest and cried into her soft Leopard print coat.
"I'm Sally." I didn't respond.
"Whatever it is you'll get through it Y/n."
"How do you know my name.?" I asked.
"Your names been going around here. But I won't let that happen anymore." She kissed the top of my head and rocked me back and forth. It felt so good to be held again.
ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖
That same night Sally and I were in her room, drinking and listening to old school music. Put your head on my shoulder started to play when Sally stood up from laying on the floor next to me.
"Dance with me." I grabbed her hand and she pulled me up from the ground. She put my arms around her neck and put hers around my waist.
"This is my favorite slow dance song." I said looking into her eyes.
"Mine too." She replied in a dream like voice.
She stopped us from moving and started to pull my skirt down until it fell to the floor and pooled at my ankles.
"What are yo-"
"Shhh. Let me fix that broken heart." She whispered in my ear and started to kiss my neck. Her hands started moving down my body until her fingers were running over my folds in my panties.
"Ah, S-Sally. That f-feels so g-good." I moaned throwing my head back. Sally picked me up and set me down on the bed of her hotel room, with her hand never leaving my panties.
"Come on, baby love. Scream for me. Moan as loud as you can." Sally was desperate to hear me shout her name to the roof tops and I was ready to shout.
"Oh, I l-love it when y-you call me b-baby love." I tried to hold back to scream that wanted to come from my throat but to no avail.
"OH, FUCK!! SALLY FUCKING MAKENNA!!! OH DONT STOP!!" I screamed and bit my lip after to hide the smile that was planted on my face. I was so goddamn touch starved that finally being touched made me the happiest person on earth.
"You like that? You like it when I call you that name?"
"Mmh, yes. GOD YES!!" Another scream came from my throat as I felt my orgasm rising to its surface.
"Oh that's it. Cum for mommy." I was slightly shocked that she had a mommy kink but I liked it.
"Mmmm, mommy please let me cum?" I begged for mercy as I tried to be a good girl and wait for her to give me permission to have release.
"Go ahead and let it go sweet girl." With her permission I didn't wait another second.
My orgasm ripped through me like it had somewhere important to be. I screamed for Sally as I slowly fell back onto the bed. God what a night that was.
Now it had been about three months and I was happier than ever with Sally. We made each other happy in a sad atmosphere where darkness surrounded us and tried to envelop us. But we wouldn't let it.
I walked down to Sally's room for our weekly movie night. We always would pick a movie that Irish had hidden behind the front desk, cuddle, eat snacks, kiss, some times kissing would lead to sex, and just over all enjoy the night. I was about to open the door when I heard moaning. It sounded like a man but it also sounded like Sally. I thought I was going crazy. Sally would never cheat on me. Though we weren't officially a couple, we were more like friends with benefits. But Sally had promised herself to me and I had done the same.
I opened the door and immediately burst. Sally was in bed with John. JOHN GODDAMN LOWE!!! What the hell was she doing with him? I shouldn't even be asking. THERE ARE FUCKING!!
"What the fuck!" I yelled as tears sprung from my eyes. Sally and John were stunned and grabbed the sheets as quick as possible to cover there bodies.
"Y/n I can explain." Sally tried to speak but I didn't want to hear some half ass excuse with some half ass apology.
"Save it. I knew something was wrong with you today but I just brushed it off. I'm done! This is bull shit and you are a liar!" I slammed the door and stomped down the hall to the elevator, going straight to the bar. Liz wasn't there so I helped myself to a bottle of tequila. Sally's favorite tequila. I took a quick swig then screamed to the top of my lungs in anger and started to cry again.
"Why so upset?" I heard a voice say, I looked up and there stood the Countess.
"I don't really wanna talk about it Elizabeth."
The countess was very nice to me. She treated me like a fragile porcelain baby doll that could shatter at any moment and time.
"Oh, come on Y/n. Talk to me. Talk to county." County was the nickname I gave her when we first became friends. She seemed to like it so it stuck.
"Sally cheated on me with John." I wept harder at the thought of the sight I saw. The countess pulled me out from behind the bar and brought me over to a booth then sat me on her lap, rocking me back and forth just like Sally did.
"I'm so sorry sweetheart. But you never know. Maybe she had a reason. And you technically aren't a couple. You two never made it official."
"I get it county. But if she wasn't happy anymore why wouldn't she just tell me?" I wondered out loud hoping the countess had an answer.
"If I knew I would tell you honey."
For the rest of the day I avoided Sally. I stayed in my room curled up under the sheets, still crying into the pillow. I felt like my heart had been pulled out of my chest. I didn't know what else to do and I had razor blades just a few steps away in the bathroom. I stood from my bed and had to catch myself on the night stand from my weak knees. I went straight to the sink and pulled out the drawer that contained my blades. Pulling out a fresh, unused one, I sat on the floor against the bathtub and a lined the blade with my wrist. I dragged it across and immediately started to see the crimson, thick liquid spill from my veins. It felt so good so I kept going. More tears sprung from my eyes.
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏g? 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆? 𝑰𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆? 𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒘? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆?
After a while of lying on the floor and letting the blood flow out of my wrist, I cleaned up the mess I had made, bandaged up my wrist, and went right back to bed. I few moments later, there was a knock at my door.
"GO AWAY!!" I yelled thinking it was Sally.
"It's county, sweetheart. May I come in?"
"Sure." She opened the door and knew what went down.
"I smell blood. Y/n, what have you been do-" that's when she looked at my wrist.
"Oh sweetheart, I thought you swore never to do that again."
"I swore to Sally I would never do it again. Now I can do whatever the fuck I want." Then out of the blue I broke down all over again.
"I love her so much and yet she can't seem to stay committed to one person. I wanted to live in this hotel for forever and have a real relationship. I want to fall asleep in her arms and wake up the same way in the morning. I just want her back." I bawled into the countess' arms as she held me.
"It's will get better my darling." She stroked my hair and rubbed my back.
"Will you cuddle me?" I asked look at her with pleading eyes.
"Of course honey."
𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥
I can't believe I did this to her. I just couldn't help it. I used to love John but I want Y/n now. I should have just told her how I felt a long time ago. No matter where I looked I couldn't find her. I decided to try her room again.
I knocked on the door, readying myself for rejection, but instead of that I got a quiet 'come in'. I opened the door to find the Countess holding Y/n while she slept.
"Hey. How is she?"
"She's hurt very badly, mentally and physically." She said and that confused me.
"What do you mean physically?" I walked I bit closer to them. The Countess gently picked up Y/n's wrist.
"She started cutting again."
I couldn't believe it. I did this to her. I made her do this to herself. I softly grabbed her wrist and kissed it gently over the bandages as tears fell from my eyes.
"I'm so sorry, baby love." I whispered.
𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻
𝓨/𝓷 𝓟𝓞𝓥:
I hadn't talk to Sally in weeks I had never been so sad in my life. I hadn't cut myself, mostly because the Countess told me to stop or else, and I don't want to know what the or else is so I stopped. Sally and I made a few glances at each other in the halls or at the bar so I guess that a little bit of progress. I hadn't seen John so I feel good about that. He was probably working with James P. March on more crimes that they would never get caught for.
I woke up one morning and decided to go hang out with Liz to make me feel better. I put on mom jeans, a black tank, and a brown fluffy jacket.
I put my hair up in a high ponytail and put some pink socks on. When I opened my door a jacket was laying in the hall. Sally's jacket. I picked it up and held it for a little while. I couldn't help but stuff my face in it and get her sent in my nose. It smelt of sweetness and smoke. I heard foot steps start to come down the hall but I didn't think anything of it, until the smell of smoke filled my nostrils. And it wasn't the coat.
I looked down the hall and there she stood. Sally. Just standing there, cigarette in hand, staring into my eyes with a smug look on her face. She walked down to me slowly with her head down and the smug look gone. I kept my head down, still holding her coat.
"Hey." She said softly.
"Hi." I felt so awkward.
"You can keep my jacket if you want. I really don't-"
"No it's ok. I don't need it." I shoved the coat into her hands and sprinted down the hall to the elevator as quickly as I could.
"Liz, I just don't know what to do. I want her back so badly, but she hurt me so badly. I don't wanna be hurt." Tears started to form in my eyes as I nocked back another shot of tequila.
"The way I see it darlin', she wants you back right?" I nodded.
"And you want her back..." I nodded again.
"Give her another chance. People make mistakes, and I can tell you honey that I've made plenty in my life time. But you forgive and forget. Not every fight has to last a life time." I giggled as she winked at me.
"Sally wants you she just doesn't know how to say it. Ya know, every night after you two met she came down her and told me how much she loved you already. I thought it was just like any other person that caught her eye, but there was something different there. There was true, absolute, addictive love in her eyes that I had never seen before. Now, I want you to go get your girl and tell her how much you love her."
I came behind the bar and hugged Liz as tight as I could.
"Thank you." I mumbled into her chest, then ran to Sally's room.
I sort of forgot how big the hotel was as I was looking for Sally's room, room 55. How the hell did I get lost when I've been down this hall like a million times?
Once I finally found her room I hesitated to knock at first. It scared me a little to see her again. What if she still wanted John? What if she needs more time? What if she doesn't love me anymore? I had to calm myself down and get all of the negative things out of my head. I hesitated to knock once again until my wrist went against my whole body. I heard shuffling and the sound of the springs in the bed squeaking. I waited impatiently for the door to open, not know what to expect. Soon enough the door swung open and there stood that beautiful goddess I had fallen in love with all that time ago.
"Y/n? What are you-" She cut off by shock as I hugged her tightly around her waist and weep into her chest.
"I'm sorry. If I had just let you explain this whole thing wouldn't have happened in the first place." She put her arms around me and stroked my hair.
"I never want to fight with you ever again."
"Shhh, baby, none of this is your fault. It's mine. I went and slept with John, I didn't think about your feelings. You shouldn't blame yourself for my actions." She held me closer, if that was even possible. She kissed my head multiple times trying to calm me down from my crying fit.
"I just want you to love me like you love him." I mumbled into her chest hoping she wouldn't hear me, but she did. Sally held my face in her hands.
"Babygirl, I love you so much more than I love him. You are my number one, my first priority, my princess," She said with a smile.
"and no one is gonna change that. Ever." Sally looked at my eyes then my lip. She slowly leaned in and our foreheads touched. I felt her lip brush against mine.
"Can I kiss you?" Sally Begged with pleading eyes. I leaned into her and our lips interlocked. Her lips are so soft and plump. I missed the feeling of them so much. She tasted like cigarette smoke and red velvet. She always added something to a kiss. Something sensual that made the kiss more heated. She slipped her tongue in my mouth and I started to suck on it.
"𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵."
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Tony gives him a once over and Peter feels a little self conscious on account of he’s the only one here wearing color. Well, a bright color. Carol is technically wearing color but her flannel is a dark blue and he hardly counts the yellow on her Nirvana shirt. “Come on, Peter. It’d be kind of fun, giving you a punk makeover. Bet you’d look real good in Nat’s clothes,” he says, drawing Peter into his lap. How is it that even Rhodey, who by all means is kind of a prep, is also not wearing color?
“I don’t know if I could pull that off,” he says honestly. He likes his pastels and his skirts and his soft aesthetic. Tony looks good in the leather and spikes and the eyeliner but Peter is pretty sure he’d look like he was playing dress up.
“I’m sure you’ve got something in your wardrobe that’s not pink. Humor me a little and give it a try,” he says, pressing a kiss to Peter’s cheek.
“Is anyone going to ask why the hell he offered up my clothing?” Nat asks, arms folded across her chest.
Bucky looks her up and down. “I don’t know, probably because he’s wearing the pink version of your outfit,” he points out. They both look down at each other and huh. Nat’s fishnets are black, so is her skirt and crop top, but it is pretty much the same as Peter’s except his skirt is pink and his shirt is white.
“This is kind of punk looking,” he says and Tony raises an eyebrow.
“Sweetheart, the black fishnets do not make that punk.”
*
When Tony sees Peter the next day he lets out a soft laugh. “Babe, that’s adorable but its so not punk,” he says, circling his arms around Peter’s waist and drawing him in.
Peter looks down at his outfit. “There is so much black here! Pretty sure this is like... all the black I own. And I think the shorts might be Liz’s, there’s like... not a lot of dick room.” But he can make do on account of he’s got no hips so it works out, if only barely.
When Carol sees him she snorts, “aw, he tried so hard! Its so close!”
“What’s wrong with this?” he asks, looking down at his outfit. He’s got the fishnets he worse yesterday, presumably Liz’s high waisted black shorts, and it took him forever to find those black garter belts to hold up the thigh highs he put over the fishnets. He only has them because he went through a very brief goth phase he no longer has picture evidence of, thank god. He even managed to find a black choker, he’s seen Nat wear those it counts!
“Well,” Tony says, “might be this very pastel pink shirt.”
“I don’t even think I own a black shirt! I did a lot of digging through my closet. I found things in there that should have never been there to begin with. I found the unicorn phase I went through when I was thirteen. I think this should count if for no other reason than I had to suffer looking at all that,” he says, pouting.
Tony grins, clearly having a good time with this. “No dice, baby. You can do better than this, I know you can.” Peter huffs because he found his unicorn phase. He should be spared a bad grade in punk due to psychological trauma suffered in his attempts to get there.
When Nat shows up she snorts, “aw, that’s so cute he almost managed it. Kind of. If punk were more pastel goth looking, anyway,” she says, looking as amused as Tony.
“This is why we call you pretty boy Parker,” Bucky adds, walking up behind her.
“You what?” he asks, looking to Tony, who rolls his eyes.
“That’s what he calls you because he keeps trying to make fetch happen,” he says.
Peter perks up, “you guys have seen Mean Girls!” he asks, excited. Usually their taste in movies is way different so its strange to find common ground.
One of Tony’s hands slip from his waist to his ass, “of course we’ve seen Mean Girls. What kind of savage hasn’t?”
“I haven’t seen it. Also how the blue fuck did I end up looking more punk than you?” Rhodey says, appearing from around the corner. Peter looks him over and he resents that Rhodey does look more punk than him and all he’s done is throw on a pair of black jeans, a black v-neck, and a leather jacket.
“You know what, I can do better than this,” Peter says, determined to outdo Rhodey of all people in punk looks. He can’t possibly go around knowing that a damn football player managed to out punk him.
*
He’s pretty confident that he’s at least managed to outdo Rhodey today in punk aesthetic and he had to steal a sweater from MJ to do it but he managed so. This time when Tony sees him he doesn’t immediately laugh so there’s that, but he does look amused. “Well, you definitely outdid Rhodey,” he says, gesturing to him.
Peter huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, “Tony, he’s literally wearing a letterman jacket. How could I not outdo that?” he asks.
“I had my doubts. You still look more like a soft boy going to the library but you’re not too far off,” he says, hooking an arm around Peter’s waist and drawing him in.
“Its all black! I had to steal this sweater from MJ,” he says, pouting. And he had to go digging back through the depths of his closet to find the garter belt with the flowers on it and he thinks he did a good job.
Tony snorts and starts laughing. “That explains why it looks familiar. Punk is more than a lot of black though, but you’re getting there,” he says, grinning.
Peter curls his arms around Tony’s neck and leans in, “And here I thought you might approve. Guess you don’t get to see what’s underneath now,” he says, laughing when Tony gives him a panicked look, pulling him back in when he goes to move away.
“Oh, no, no it fine,” he says, kissing Peter softly. “Really.”
“Is it? Because he looks like he’s about to spend a few hours in the library and dressed comfortably,” Natasha says, frowning at him. Tony gives her a look and she rolls her eyes, “you can’t just approve because you want to get laid, Stark. Here,” she says, pulling off the thick belt she’s got wrapped around her waist and putting it on Peter. “That looks better,” she says, nodding in approval.
Tony frowns, “huh. It actually does.”
Peter looks down and sure enough it does look better and come on. “A belt? Seriously?”
“Quit whining, I sacrificed my look for this Parker. Be grateful,” Natasha tells him.
Tony pulls him back in, hands settling on his hips. “So I get to see what’s underneath later, right?” he asks and Peter rolls his eyes.
“Horndog,” he accuses. Tony shrugs, unrepentant and Peter lets out a long suffering sigh, acting put upon. “Fine, I guess,” he says and Tony grins, eyes lighting up with excitement.
*
Tony snickers as Peter stretches out on his bed. “What, didn’t have that in pink?” he asks as he climbs onto the bed, sliding a hand up Peter’s thigh. He can’t believe it took him this long to find a pair of black jeans in his wardrobe and he actually really likes them.
“Yeah, I have it in pink, and mint green but I decided to wear the grey one,” he says as Tony’s hand slips up the sweater in question.
Tony’s lips quirk up, “the pink one would look cute with these jeans,” he murmurs as he leans in to kiss him.
Peter smiles, “I thought you thought I owned too much pink?”
Tony shakes his head, “nah. It looks good on you. Gotta admit, you in Carol’s Nirvana shirt, my jacket, and Bucky’s pants was a hilarious sight though.” Because they’d all given up hope that he could manage punk on his own and it turns out the look isn’t for him. As he suspected he looks like he’s playing dress up but he did snipe a skirt or five from Natasha and she can’t complain because he knows she stole at least two of his sweaters and a pair of jogging pants. They’re totally even now.
“Next time we should give you a pastel makeover. See how you come out,” he says, laughing at the way Tony wrinkles his nose.
“Oh, it looks fine on you but I draw the line at pastel anything. If you’ve got red I’ll let you put me in whatever, but leave the pastels at the closet door,” he says.
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