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Hii how's your day been? My day was made by toddler manager au & tho i don't want to come across as pressuring u to write (i truly don't want that😬) i just thought abt how a toddler kaiser who be like? I imagine him to be rather shy and stuttering around yn and wanting to be held at all times. his sniffles would turn into full blown sobs as he'd find the staring intimidating and run to latch onto yn's or noels legs if yn is around..shidou ness isagi and lorenzo would havw the most fun teasing him and hell lets loose when they show him the vids the next day🫠🫠🫠tho he atleast got to be pampered by yn all day (isagi even got scolded hehe) not to mention the crown yn gave him as a gift at that time

Maybe a cute crying face like this🥺

Thanks for listening good day ♡ℒฺℴฺνℯฺ♡

Author: I'll be honest, Idk what sort of Pandora's box I opened with that story yesterday, but u all seem to want more variations! So here we go, hope u enjoy it and thanks for the request🩷🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Anri was in distress. Ever since (Y/n) had turned back to normal, things have gone semi-normal. Sure, she would get teased by Lorenzo and Shidou over her attachment towards Ness, the Blue Lock players would often times be caught glaring at the said German player and Kaiser... well he has been a lot nice towards her. Was it because of him being the reason for her distress while she was a toddler? Anri really didn't know and it wasn't really important. But this morning the same issue happened, just that this time nobody other than Michael Kaiser was the victim! It was a fairly normal morning until Ness barged into Ego's office, showing him the toddler sized Kaiser, who the whole time had a bright red face and was glaring at Ego and Anri. Or attempt to, it just looked like a pout and Anri couldn't help but cry from the cuteness, taking a picture here and there. Meanwhile Ego was already looking for new job applications as Kaiser kept on stuttering nonsense. Later, the coaches were called over and Noel dressed hin in a smaller version of the Bastard uniform. The coaches, Ego and Anri agreed on the latter two taking care of Kaiser for the day and for nobody to tell anyone what had happened. And so, Ness and Noel left Kaiser alone with the two, an arrangement Kaiser wasn't too happy with. While Anri enjoyed the time (Y/n) was a toddler... Kaiser was a different story. He either wouldn't sit still for a minute, would stutter out words which left both adults confused on what he wanted or would protest eating anything from Anri or Ego. The man was forced by Anri to do that. Now, Noel would come in from time to time in order to check up on Kaiser, the boy was always excited to see him. But after the like 4th time, Kaiser stopped being happy and would just pout then hide behind a chair. When Anri finally asked what he wanted, the answer from the toddler surprised both her and Ego.

"(Y/n)!" He answered with a blush as the two adults looked at each other.

"It's a surprise he even remembers her. (Y/n) back then only remembered us and Ness." Anri commented.

"While it is a surprise, (Y/n) has her own duties." Ego shrugged as the boy glared at him, obviously getting the hint his request was rejected.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" Kaiser jumped up and down, but Ego would just shake his head.

"Maybe it would be for the better if we called her over." Anri got up from the ground to look at Ego, Kaiser perked up at that and nodded his head.

"No." Ego said again, causing the blonde to growl.

The room seemed to have calmed down and Kaiser kept on looking at the door from time to time. Soon he saw an exit chance in the form of Lavinho walking into the room and not closing the door fast enough, and Kaiser used the opportunity to run out.

"(Y/N)!" He shouted as Anri and Lavinho panicked.

"I need a change in my career path." Ego groaned as Anri and Lavinho left the room.

"Eh..." (Y/n) sweat dropped as Lorenzo barked for lime the 10th time this morning and looked at the Italian coach.

"Snuffy-san?"

"What?" The man asked, looking up from his papers.

"Lorenzo has been barking the whole time." (Y/n) said to the man, who sighed in defeat and shook her concerns off.

"It's normal. Aryu, Baro and Niko are pretty much used to it all." The girl slowly nodded her head and looked at the said boys, who had a mixture of annoyance, embarrassment and anger on their faces. She smiled in sympathy at them and was about to speak up again, when two familiar voices were heard outside.

"Kaiser! Come back here!"

"Don't go inside! A monster is there!" Anri and Lavinho's shouts stopped the whole practice and caused Snuffy to tense up a little.

"Ah? Did Kaiser's fever go down?" (Y/n) wondered as the door opened, only for the group to see a mini version of Kaiser running inside.

"Ehhh?!" (Y/n)'s shrieked as Snuffy facepalmed. Kaiser looked around the room and grinned as he saw (Y/n), then ran towards her before Lavinho caught him.

"(Y/n)!!" The toddler yelled and hugged the girl's legs. This caught Baro, Niko and Aryu's attention and they walked towards the duo, and Lorenzo followed close behind.

"Kaiser?" (Y/n)'s eyes widened as the boy looked up, face red and smiling up at her.

"(Y/n)...."

"So, you guys couldn't keep him at bay?" Snuffy teased the two adults, who glared at him.

"What is going on here?" Baro raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you guys say Kaiser was sick?" Niko added in as he observed the blonde.

"Is this the same issue (Y/n) was in?" Aryu asked Anri, whole slowly started explaining the situation.

"Up... up!"Kaiser said as he stretched his arms out and (Y/n) went along, finding it hard to say 'no' to a toddler version of Kaiser. The boy sighed in content and buried his face in her neck.

"So does that mean Kaiser is now useless on the field?" Lorenzo spoke up as he observed the blonde child. Kaiser, at those words looked up and glared at Lorenzo, who laughed at his expression.

"Awww~ not so intimidating now?"

(Y/n) watched as Kaiser's glare softened and it looked like he was about to cry.

"Please Lorenzo, shut up and go to training." She spoke up sternly and looked back at Kaiser, speaking in a much softer voice.

"Don't listen to that grumpy man, you are still the best. Yes you are~" The blonde's expression turned into a happy one and he hugged the girl again.

"I am not grumpy!" Lorenzo protested.

"(Y/n)!" The girl sighed as Kaiser hugged her leg again while she wrote something down. She looked down at the boy, who sent her a big smile, and all the annoyance seemed to disappear from her face.

"What did you need, Kaiser? I thought you had fun playing with the football we gave you?" The girl asked and patted the boy's head. Kaiser blushed and grabbed her hand before she could remove it.

"Up!" He said.

"I can't now, Kaiser. I need to write this down for Noel-san."

"No! Up!" Kaiser grumbled, not wanting to share (Y/n)'s attention with some papers.

"Up~" He said again.

"How about this, you let me finish this and for the rest of the day we can play together. I will be done in about 20 minutes." Kaiser pouted at the idea of having to wait, but if he can have (Y/n) for the rest of the day, then it was fine. The girl watched as the boy sat down on the grass and held onto the fabric of her pants.

'He is so cute as a baby! How did he turn out so... so Kaiser-like?' She thought.

"Kaiser is acting like a duckling! He keeps following (Y/n) around, it's unbearable at this point!" The said boy looked over at Shidou who was laughing about the situation with Rin.

"(Y/n)!" The boy shouted, burying his face into her leg as she looked down at him and then at the duo.

"Shidou! Rin! You two are behind in practice! Get back to it, or else I will have to call Loki-san!" (Y/n) told them and the two tensed up at her words.

Kaiser chuckled a little stuck his tongue out while (Y/n) wasn't paying attention to him.

'That little bastard!'Rin and Shidou thought as they went back to training.

Isagi and Ness felt an urge to pick Kaiser up and throw him somewhere. Right now, the boy was enjoying his time sitting in (Y/n)'s lap as she fed him some food Anri prepared.

'That dipshit is being too comfortable right now.' Isagi thought as he ate his food.

'So this is what it feels like to be in Kaiser's shoes? Would hate being him on a regular day.' Ness put on his usual smile and offered to feed Kaiser while she ate her own lunch.

"Nooo!" Kaiser protested, grabbing tightly on (Y/n)'s shirt. The girl shook her head at the offer and gave Kaiser another spoonful of his food.

"No need! I am not that hungry, anyways." (Y/n) said calmly as Isagi eyed the blonde boy suspiciously.

"It's so weird seeing you act so nice to him." The girl shrugged her shoulders and looked down at the boy.

"I guess I have a soft spot for baby Kaiser." She simply answered, kissing the boy's forehead. Kaiser's face turned a bright pink as the pther two were close to kicking him, but held themselves back to not upset (Y/n).

The next day everything was normal again, Kaiser woke up in his normal body and when he entered the field, was greeted by teasings and jokes from his fellow pro-players.

"Hahaha! You should have seen yourself, Kaiser! Crying at everything and anything." Shidou said while nudging the annoyed German.

"Oh man! I wish I could have seen it in real time, instead of a video. I'll blame Snuffy for the schedule." Oliver pouted.

"There is a video?!" Kaiser asked in disbelief as Sae nodded his head. The latter was still jet legged from his flight, but still had enough energy to let out a chuckle.

"Nagi took one yesterday. It's very popular in the gc." Ness laughed a little and moved away, avoiding Kaiser's slap.

"Shut up..." The blonde glared, then remembered a specific moment tat happened yesterday.

"Does Nagi have a picture of (Y/n) playing and kissing my forehead?" Now this caught the rest's attention.

"What do you mean by that?" Oliver asked in disbelief.

"Well, (Y/n) was pretty much pampering me yesterday with kisses, hugs and feeding me. Even my baby form is more love day her than all 4 of you combined."

"I should kick you back to Germany." Sae commented as Shidou nodded his head.

'Sleep with one eye open, Kaiser.' Ness thought in annoyance, hating the fact that he was right.

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theharddeck · 2 months

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your love is the love i need || chapter 4/4

pairing: javy machado x femme reader (no y/n), callsign Cross

summary: Javy keeps his promise to feed and fuck Cross.

warnings: 18+, minors please DNI – y'all know who and how I am, so we have dirty talk, explicit PiV sex, f!receiving oral sex, overstimulation, truly just a smidge of body insecurity (like not even a full paragraph, just the natural ramifications of existing in the same space as Javy Machado), i don't even know the tag/tropey name for it, but he's too big/some discomfort/some coaching to fit? size kink of course follows, but that defs happens.

length: 6.7k

A/N: took me approx 900 years to finish it BUT WE DID IT thank you to everyone who cheered for, beta-ed, sent HCs, sent vibes, or anything else to make this fic happen. i'm so glad we all fell so hard for this version of Javy; I just adore him.

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three

The day seemed to last forever.

Jake flew especially recklessly, Mav took personal offense at that, and everyone suffered the consequences. Hours of drills led to hours of debriefing, followed by exhausted locker-room showers and when you finally, finally, made it off base, you were almost too tired to remember Javy’s promise.

Almost.

Tonight, after I’ve fed you…

You were cooking asparagus on the stove, and you snuck a glance at Javy, melting butter in a pan beside you. He’d followed you back from the base, and looked seventy different kinds of handsome, standing in your kitchen. An apron was stretched across his chest, covering his turtleneck and slacks, and you were glad you’d changed into a pretty dress. It wasn’t how you normally dressed off base, but you liked the contrast the two of you made–dressed fancy, barefoot in the kitchen, cooking.

Every now and then, one of you would move past the other, and the lingering touches let you know you were both excited about the night.

Dinner came together quickly – gnocchi and asparagus in browned butter and sage, and Javy made a show out of pulling out your chair for you. You pressed your lips together, trying to quell the sappy smile that threatened to overtake your face. Who pulled out chairs anymore?? Javy did – Javy who’d brought groceries, who looked like a GQ cover model, who listened when you spoke and made you feel like there was no place he’d rather be.

A part of you had wondered if there’d be any lingering awkwardness after this morning, but that hadn’t been the case. You’d just fallen into a rhythm of being near each other that felt so natural, and you’d be nervous it was too-perfect, if you didn’t trust Javy so much.

After dinner, you slipped into the living room to change the vinyl in the record player, and a moment later, you heard the tap in the kitchen.

When you came back into the kitchen, Javy was standing at the sink, doing dishes like it was natural.

“We can use the dishwasher,” you protested, feeling bad that he’d essentially made you dinner while you boiled water for vegetables, but he just shook his head.

“Won’t take long,” Javy shrugged. “Might as well, you know?”

So of course, you grabbed a dishtowel.

And this was the dangerous part: doing dishes. Because it didn’t feel like a date, it felt like everything you wanted. Because nights out were glamorous, but someone to clean a kitchen with? Someone who’d bump his elbow against yours, just to make sure you knew he was there, was curious how you were doing. You thought of what he’d said this morning, before everything, about how perfect waking up had been, and you shook your head at him, when he handed you the last plate.

“I need you to ruin it,” you told him.

Javy frowned, confused. “Ruin what?”

“Tonight,” you said. “It’s literally the perfect first date, and it’s setting impossible expectations.”

Javy grinned, a lazy smile that was just shy of proud. “Perfect, huh?”

You couldn’t even give him a hard time; it had been. You handed him the towel to dry his hands and started moving around the kitchen to put away plates.

You didn’t hear him move, but after you’d put the glasses back in their cabinet, he was right behind you when you turned around. One of his warm hands closed around yours, and he pulled you into the middle of the room, shuffling slightly, and the music from the record player filtered into the room, now that the sink wasn’t running, and dishes weren’t clattering. As Jake Isaac sang about waking up to forever, you smiled against the front of Javy’s sweater.

“This is the opposite of ruining it,” you said into the cashmere, and his chest shook as he chuckled.

“That was kind of the point,” he said, his voice a soft rumble.

Of course he was a dance-in-the-kitchen person.

It wasn’t the most elegant, but it was sweet and gentle, and you loved that he’d made this moment for you both. After the frantic intensity of the morning, after the grueling longevity of the day, after the classic romance of dinner, this was just the perfect nightcap.

The song faded into another, and Javy spun you slightly in his arms. You smiled to yourself when he twirled you back into him, you back to his front, his arms wrapping around you like a hug. It was the kind of dance that made you feel like you were on a film set in the 40s, all glamorous and elegant, despite what the stars of the time looked like. You swayed together, arms crossed in front of your chest, and you felt his head lower to rest his temple against the side of your face.

The record faded, and Javy spinned you back. You went out, following his lead, and when he pulled you back to him, the kitchen was quiet as you stood facing each other. You tilted your head, looking up at him. So handsome, so perfectly beautiful, in the dim under cabinet lights.

He stepped closer to you, moving slow because he was a tease and knew how close desire was lingering under the surface for both of you. His long fingers curled around the back of your neck, prompting you to come closer to him, and you did. He smiled just before he kissed you, something like relief in his eyes, and you understood when his lips brushed over yours.

He kissed you gently, like he was determined to enjoy it, like this was the indulgence he wanted for the night. You felt another hand settle on your jaw as he cradled your face, like you were precious, and your hand slid over the soft material of his turtleneck, resting on his chest. It felt like a fairy tale kiss, romantic and sepia-toned, and you loved it.

When you broke apart, you were only breathing slightly harder than normal, it’d been that sweet. You looked up at him, your lips tingling and your heart beating fast, and you knew it was time–you wanted good on that promise.

You weren’t sure what your expression looked like, but whatever Javy read on it had him pulling you back in.

This kiss was different– charged, hungry. When Javy’s tongue swept over your bottom lip, you opened for him, and he hummed in approval. He deepened the kiss with a confidence that had your head spinning, and your hands crept up from his chest to smooth over his shoulders. His had fallen to your waist, and his big hands were holding you tight to him, and you loved that you could feel how close he wanted you.

You didn’t break the kiss, but you did step back, pulling him with you. Javy followed you automatically, and you felt his step falter when you took another, walking backwards.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice a whisper against your lips, and you nodded instead of speaking. You wanted this, and him checking in only confirmed that. Your fingers twined together and he followed you to your room; when you pulled him, he sat on the edge of your bed.

You liked him here, his soft eyes and broad body taking up space that you always thought of as yours. You stepped between his spread thighs, close as you could get to him, and Javy’s hands trailed up your legs. His touch was light, almost reverent, and goosebumps prickled in his wake, as his fingers traced higher. When his hands trailed unobstructed to your waist, his breath caught, and his fingers traced back over your hips, double checking, before Javy’s hands gripped your hips loosely.

“Are you serious?” he whispered, his voice almost gruff, and when you tipped your head to the side, shrugging lightly, and Javy groaned.

Not wearing panties had apparently been the move.

His hands spanned from your hips to the curve of your ass, and Javy leaned up to nudge the neckline of your dress down with his nose. Your head tipped back as he pressed wet kisses over the upper curve of your breasts, his hands gripping you tightly, almost possessive. Before long you were squirming, entranced by his soft touches, but needing more.

You reached back to unzip your dress and Javy stilled, sitting back. You tried not to be nervous, but when the zipper reached the bottom stop, you couldn’t make yourself move to push the dress off your shoulders. You had a decent amount of self confidence, but Javy was…Javy. The kind of perfect that wouldn’t show imperfections if he were on a billboard in Chelsea, much less in the muted light of your bedroom.

You looked into his eyes, read the desire and admiration there, and you bit your lip, suddenly shy. Javy sat up straighter, pressing his mouth to yours in a reassuring kiss. He was so sweet, his mouth felt so good, and you felt his kiss reassuring you.

“Let me see you, gorgeous,” he murmured, and you nodded, shaking your shoulders so the dress fell. Javy kissed you as the dress pooled over his hands, still gripping your ass like he couldn’t let go of it, and you felt the last of your worries melt away. He wasn’t here because he expected you to look a certain way, but because he wanted you, period.

He let go of you to let the dress fall, and the moment it was over his hands, he pulled you closer to him. His mouth trailed down the edge of your bra, his tongue teasing under it to lap at your skin, each caress a promise. The feeling of his tongue over, around, through, the lace was maddening, and your hands gripped his shoulders. Javy kissed between your breasts, and then he kissed you over the bra. You clamped your lips shut to trap a whimper as you felt his tongue teasing you through the lace, and you reached back to undo your bra as well.

“Beautiful,” Javy breathed, and then his mouth was on you again. His lips moved over your breasts and his hands tightened on your ass, and you felt every touch, ever caress. His tongue flicked over one of your nipples, and you squirmed, lifting your head to look down at him.

His eyes were closed.

As he kissed you, as he felt you, Javy’s eyes were closed like he was lost in the pleasure of pleasuring you, and your desire ratcheted higher. His teeth scraped over your nipples, and you were ready for more.

“Jay,” you gasped, and he made a sound low in his chest, like approval.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he asked, pulling back slightly to look up at you. Your heart flipped at the sight of him, his lips swollen from kissing you, his eyes hooded from his own desire.

You tried to think of a way to say ‘everything’ that wasn’t terribly cliche, but came up blank. Whatever was written on your face, Javy’s jaw clenched when he read it, and he smiled up at you.

“Get on the bed then, yeah?” he said, and you scrambled to follow his ask.

Javy stood up, pulling his sweater over his shoulders in a movement that looked like it should be in an Ambercrombie TV spot. You couldn’t believe this man was in your room, and you settled back against the comforter,

“Jesus, baby,” Javy said, his voice lower than you’d heard it before, “What you do to me…”

Your thighs pressed together tightly to hide your arousal, and how bad you needed him, just from some light petting and kisses. You didn’t even need to ask what he meant, you knew, and you felt the same. Javy undid his belt, holding eye contact as he pulled it from around his waist.

You thought he’d crawl over you, but instead he closed a hand around your ankle, and pulled you. You squealed as he yanked you down the bed, and before you could register what he was doing, he’d knelt beside it, spreading your thighs around his head.

“Been waiting all day for this,” he said quietly, more to himself than you, and you propped yourself on your elbows to look down at him. Not that he was looking at you, he was just staring at your cunt, spread before him, arousal pooling and he hadn’t even touched you.

“Please, Javy,” you whispered, and his eyes fluttered, before flashing up to you. His lips spread in a smile, and he held your eyes as he leaned into you. His breath ghosted over you and your mouth dropped open, you were panting, near breathless in anticipation, and you still weren’t ready for when he touched you.

Your head fell back against the mattress as Javy licked you. A moment later you felt his hands on your thighs, pulling you apart and holding you in place as he practically drank from you. His tongue spread your folds, traced over you and your back arched when he found your clit. He moaned, sending vibrations through you, and you shivered.

“Fuck, honey,” Javy said, “You taste so good.”

You moaned at his words, and a moment later he was back between your thighs. His tongue teased, stroked, pulled, and when he sucked, your body keened. His elbow pressed across your lower stomach, pining you to the bed, holding your thighs apart with his shoulders as he ate you out. He learned the caresses that you responded to, and then you were nothing but responsive. He licked and you trembled, he kissed and you whimpered, he sucked and you moaned. He had no right being this good, but he was better, and your hips grinded into his mouth, needing him.

“Javy,” you cried, squirming when he didn’t let you move.

“Need something, baby?” Javy teased, and your eyes rolled back at the thickness in his voice.

“Want to come,” you whimpered. “Please, you feel so good–”

“Anytime you want, honey,” Javy soothed, his voice muffled by your pussy. God, how were you gonna get through drills with him, now that you knew how his voice sounded when he was swallowing your arousal. It was so hot, he was so hot, and you felt restless, desperate.

“Jay,” you whimpered, and his hands shifted. They slid up your thighs, wrapping around the backs of your knees and he folded your legs back, pressing you into the mattress.

He had you practically bent in half, a position more a testament to his strength than your flexibility, and you felt your core tightening at the absolute power he had over you. You moaned as his mouth closed over you again, slurping obscenely, like you were a feast spread out for him and he was starving.

And he was drinking from you like this was for him. Like burying his face in your pussy was all he wanted, all he needed, and he was just as desperate for it as you were.

“Come for me, baby,” he mumbled into your cunt. “Let me taste it, been desperate for it since this morning, but now it’s mine, let me have it–”

His tongue and his words pushed you higher and when his mouth closed over your clit, sucking, you shattered. Your orgasm swept over you, thighs shaking, mewling sounds falling from your mouth and Javy fucking groaned into your cunt.

“Fuck, honey, you taste so good,” he moaned. “So beautiful, such a pretty pussy, and you did so good for me...”

You were obsessed with how he sounded, how he felt and your orgasm ebbed into a tide of needing him, more of him. You reached for him as your head cleared, pushing him away from your still throbbing pussy, and pulling him up.

God, you loved how his shoulders felt under your fingers. He was so warm, supple, and you knew how good his hugs were, but you were ready for another kind of embrace. You reached for his pants with shaking hands, and Javy chuckled at your enthusiasm before helping you. As his pants slid down his thighs, he reached for the pocket, but you stayed his hand.

“I’m clean,” you said, your voice hoarser than you thought it’d be. Maybe you’d been making more noise than you thought. If the way Javy’s eyes darkened as he heard it were any indication, he liked how you sounded like this.

“Me too,” he said, after a moment.

“Then I don’t need that,” you said, lifting your chin at the slacks, and the condom presumably in a pocket somewhere, “if you don’t.”

You hadn’t realized much Javy was a creature of motion until the moment, when he went completely still.

“You want me,” he said, his voice so fucking low, so hot, “bare inside your pussy?”

The temperature of the room shot up 15 degrees, you were absolutely sure of it.

“Please,” was all you could manage, and then Javy tackled you.

You would’ve laughed, but you were too distracted by how much of his warm body was covering yours. Strong arms, broad thighs, tight stomach, all pressed up against you, as his mouth found yours for an eager kiss.

You tasted yourself on his tongue and you moaned into his mouth, your hands covering as much of his skin as you could reach. You felt his muscles ripple under your touch–shoulders, back, abs–as you smoothed over his body, trailing down to his boxers.

After the amount of time he’d spent with your ass earlier, you figured it was only fair to return the favor. Your fingers snuck under the edge of his boxers, slid around to push them over his butt, squeezing experimentally as you did. Javy’s hips slammed forward at your caress and you both gasped.

He felt huge.

Maybe it was the angle, him over you, maybe it was the fact that he was between your thighs, but you were breathless at how he felt. You rolled your hips and you groaned as you felt the hard, hot, length of him press against your core, even through the thin cotton of his boxers.

Javy shucked them off the rest of the way and when he resettled between your hips, you glanced down. You could feel yourself salivating at the sight of his hard dick against your stomach. Everything about Javy was beautiful, you knew that already, but it was one thing to watch him take himself into his hand across a kitchen, and another to see his fat cock against your body. You felt hyper aware, needy, like your whole body was begging to feel the stretch of him, and when Javy pushed off of you to line himself up, it took everything in you to not try to work yourself onto him early.

When you looked back up at Javy, you were breathless for another reason. He looked fond and smug and amused all at once, and you were just so infatuated with his handsome self. You were trying to come up with something snarky when he moved, his cock sliding between your folds, teasing both of you. Your eyes fell shut at the perfect motion. He was so thick, so hot, it was going to be a hell of a stretch, but you were desperate for it.

He pulled back, and then pushed against you again, and you actually whined. He laughed, amused, and lined himself up, and then neither of you were laughing.

When his cock breached you, you couldn’t lay still.

Your hands scrambled over the bed, scratching sheets and needing to be grounded, anchored, something to help you take the gorgeous pressure of his hot dick. He felt so good, so big and so steady, and your mouth fell open as he pressed in.

“Fucking Christ,” Javy swore, his voice sounding gone. “You’re so tight, honey, shit.”

You whined, trying to cant your hips to take him, willing your body to give. Your skin felt hot, feverish and you worked your hips for a moment, desperate. He was bigger than anyone you’d been with before, but you’d also already come, and surely it’d be fine–Javy moved again and you winced at the pressure.

This couldn’t be happening.

You pressed your lips together, knowing you were wet, knowing it was going to be a stretch…but the discomfort only grew. God, how was this happening? You wanted him so badly, you knew he’d feel good, but Javy pulled back to press into you again and your stomach dropped.

“Wait,” you gasped, your hands curling into fists against his shoulders. Javy froze, immediately, and it only made you feel worse. You hated this, you wanted to be good enough, you wanted to feel him, why couldn’t you just take it.

“Cross?” Javy asked, worry clouding his voice and you felt awful.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, embarrassed, covering your eyes with your hands. You knew it wasn’t your fault, or even his, but you still felt like you’d done something wrong, like you should be able to just take him.

“Hey, hey,” Javy said softly, and he pulled out gently, but you couldn’t stop the wince when the pressure eased. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

You felt the bed shift as Javy moved, settling to sit against the headboard, and immediately pulling you into his arms. You went easily, preferring hiding in his chest to hiding behind your hand, and Javy’s arms were reassuring around you. He was so warm, and you appreciated that he didn’t seem at all frustrated, only concerned that you were okay.

“Cut that apology shit out right now,” he murmured against your hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You knew he was right, but you hated that you felt this way. Your body was throbbing, desperate to take him, wanting to feel him, but you just…couldn’t. You felt yourself calming down as he continued to hold you, and you could tell Javy felt you settling too.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, and your heart thumped, knowing he would. God, he was such a good guy, to jump straight to suggesting you guys stop, rather than trying to find alternatives.

“I don’t,” you said, truthfully. “I want to be able to take you, I want to keep trying, but I also don’t want it to hurt.”

“Baby…” Javy pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you hated that you could hear in his voice that he felt bad.

“Can we try another position?” you asked, before he could start apologizing for something that was no more his fault than yours.

“Whatever you want,” Javy agreed, and you pulled back to look at him. He meant that, he really did. You leaned up to press a quick kiss to his cheek, smiling sheepishly as you pulled back.

“Why don’t I try being on top?” you suggested.

Javy’s eyes closed and he drew in a slow breath through his nose.

“Have I told you lately you’re my dream girl?” he asked, and you smiled.

“I don’t think you’ve told me ever,” you pointed out, not at all bothered by the fact, flattered by it, more than anything. You pushed yourself off his chest, swinging one leg to settle over Javy’s lap, and you were stilled by his hand on your chin. When you met his eyes, his expression was one of utmost sincerity.

“You are my dream girl,” he said, and despite everything – the fact that you were naked, the fact his head had been between your thighs, the fact his cock was leaking precum between you – that was what made your skin heat.

You reached between you, your finger running over the length of his dick.

“Even if I can’t take this right now?” you asked, hating the uncertainty in your voice.

“No matter if,” he corrected, “you can’t take this right now.”

His breath caught as your finger traced a vein, but he didn’t look away. He meant it, you realized, and it only made you more determined to take him. You could do it.

Javy leaned back against the headboard and you positioned yourself over him, guiding his cock to your entrance. You licked your lips and pressed down until it hurt–only a short distance, but it wasn’t as overwhelming this time, because you were entirely in control.

Javy’s hands smoothed down your side, settling on your ass again, and your lips quirked into a smile, amused that Javy Machado was an ass man. You worked your hips slightly, trying to stretch yourself out, and reached between your thighs to play with your clit.

Javy groaned.

You looked up at him, but he wasn’t looking at your face; his eyes were glued to where your hand was rubbing over your clit.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Javy mumbled, almost entranced, and you smiled at his sweet admiration. You spread your fingers into a v, feeling around where he was pressing into you, smoothing back up to your clit.

“Can’t believe–” he broke off, shaking his head. “I got to see you come this morning, and then on my face, and now I get to watch you work yourself onto my dick.”

He said it like it was an honor, like you weren’t working yourself onto the biggest cock in Uncle Sam’s navy, like it was his privilege. His admiration warmed you, worked through you as your fingers brushed over your clit. You felt your knees slide further apart as you were able to take more of him. The extra inch felt like yards, but it felt so good, so right, to take him into you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he promised, and you realized his hands on your ass were lifting, helping. He was taking some of the weight off your thighs, literally holding you in his hands, so you wouldn’t be pressured to take him too fast.

“So big, Javy,” you panted. “God, you’re stretching me so good.”

Javy’s hips pushed up slightly at your words, and it stung, but with your hand working your clit and the way he was holding you steady, it was more pressure than pain.

“You can’t talk to me like that, honey,” he warned. “I’m trying real hard to be gentle here, you can’t talk dirty to me and not make me mess up.”

A part of you wanted him to mess up, wanted him to just ram into you, and you could deal with it later. Another part of you relished the stretch, accepted the slow burn of sinking onto him torturously slow. You felt hyper aware of him, of you, and every millimeter of him that you took, only made you want him more.

“You talk to me then,” you muttered, and Javy huffed out a laugh.

“What do you want to hear, huh?” he asked. “How fucking good you feel? How hard I am for you, how I feel like I’m throbbing for you, how bad I can’t wait to be inside you?”

Your fingers worked faster, and you moaned, bearing down. “Yeah, that’ll do.”

“We’ll get you there, honey,” he soothed, his cock easing into you, slow and thick and fucking perfect. “With how good you feel around my dick? Honey, we’re not gonna stop. We’re gonna train this pussy, soon enough, she’ll be able to take me.”

You whimpered at the thought, at the mere concept of being so stuffed with Javy’s cock that eventually your body would just adapt to it. You shifted your hips on principle, determined to take more of him, and Javy chuckled.

“And then can you imagine the hell we’ll get into? Quickies in the shower after a long day of drills, in the back seat of a car–fuck, baby, to think I could slide into this pussy whenever I want, ready for me, to take me–”

He pressed deeper, a motion that bordered on painful, but soothed by the sweetness of his words. You wanted that, so badly, for your body to always be ready for his. Javy pulled back, just slightly, rocking into you, and you whimpered.

“Feels so good, Javy,” you whispered, feeling yourself sink lower.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he said, leaning forward to brush loose kisses over your skin. “You’re so beautiful, so good, and working so hard to take my dick.”

His words sent goosebumps over your skin, and you wondered if you should be embarrassed by how much you wanted to be good for him.

It took a while.

You didn’t know how long, but eventually you realized that though you were still shaking, you were no longer hovering. You were in Javy’s lap, your arms curled between your bodies and your hips pressed flush against his, his cock entirely inside of you.

He felt…unreal. Enormous, like you could only breathe when he did, but so fucking good.

“I did it,” you breathed, and when you looked up at Javy, he was grinning down at you. He looked proud, he looked pleased, he looked so damn pretty you wanted to never leave his lap.

“How’s it feel?” he asked, and you took a moment to bask in his pride.

“Pretty good,” you teased lightly, and Javy had the expected reaction of affronted indignation.

“Pretty good,” he sputtered, like it was sacrilege. “Wanna try again?”

You shook your head, smiling, and it was knocked right off your face when he lifted his hips. It wasn’t a thrust, it wasn’t like he’d pulled out, but Javy pushed up into you like he was doing a hip press at the gym. Your jaw dropped open as his thighs flexed under your ass, pushing impossibly deeper into your cunt.

“So full,” you gasped, and Javy grunted like that was an acceptable answer. “Fuck, Javy, you feel so big. I can’t– feels like you’re everywhere; I love it.”

“That’s better,” he muttered, his voice dark. “Because you feel like fucking everything to me, honey. So tight, and warm, fitting me like a glove after you worked so hard to stretch this pussy over me.”

You did feel stretched and his words sent pulses of heat through you. The burning stretch of him eased as your body tingled with arousal, wanting to feel him, needing to feel him.

“Need you to move, Jay,” you whispered, and Javy’s hips punched up in response.

“You need me,” he repeated almost to himself, and you both moaned when his dick slid out of you partway, before he fed it back to you slowly. “That’s right, sweetheart, first you were embarrassed because you couldn’t take it, but now that you have this cock, you just want more?”

“Please,” you whimpered, astonished to find you were actually close to tears. You wanted that, wanted him, wanted the stretch and the pressure and the motion of his hips. You tried to lift yourself off of him, but your legs were shaking so bad, so overstimulated by the fullness of him in you, but you were desperate for it.

“S’okay, baby,” Javy practically purred, his voice sweet and dark and deep. “I’ll help you.”

His hands closed around your waist, gripping you tightly. He lifted you off his cock, pulling his hips back and then bringing you back down into him. You moaned at the sensation, perfect and overwhelming and so strong, feeling every gorgeous inch of his cock.

“Feels so good,” you mumbled, and Javy groaned.

“Honey, you have no idea,” he grunted, and he lifted you again.

It was slow, it was impossibly deep, but it was everything. You felt drunk on the deep stretch of him, the way you could feel his eyes on you, the way every breath he took you felt against your skin. You felt so connected to him, so overwhelmed by him, and the slow press of his cock. He pulled you forward, rocking your hips down into him and when your clit brushed against him, you jolted.

“That’s it,” Javy encouraged, pushing his cock deeper, and you felt your body trembling. “Honey, you’re doing so good. You feel so fucking good around me, I can’t–”

He settled into a rhythm, pulling you up and bringing you down, bruising your clit and fucking you against gravity. He moved you over him like a fleshlight and you had no control over your body, the sounds spilling out of you. He felt so good, so slow and steady and deep; it was perfect and you were overwhelmed.

“I’m gonna come,” you gasped, amazed to find it was true. Just from the steady press of him, the deep pressure, the teasing brush of your clit, you were somehow there again.

“Ah, please, honey, let me see it,” Javy groaned, and he buried his face in your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as he moved you over him, your body climbing higher.

You felt him everywhere, like a heartbeat, like your pulse, and you crested before you could realize it was there. Your body felt liquid, like it would never stop shaking, like this was what you were made for, to take his cock like this. Your head swam as you slumped into him, your hips throwing your pussy at Javy as your orgasm worked through you, your body pulsing and sated.

The room was a dreamlike haze as you came back to yourself.

You were on your back on the bed, and Javy was hovering over you, and your breath caught in your throat as you realized his arms were shaking with the effort to hold himself still.

God, he was so beautiful.

His perfect body, his incredible strength, had nothing to the beauty of his heart, the way he had worked you through that and was now carefully watched you, smiling hesitantly when he realized you were back. Your throat felt hoarse and you swallowed slightly before lifting your hips weakly.

Javy’s breath punched out of him and his eyes clenched shut as he dropped to his elbows over you.

“Sweetheart…” he groaned, and his voice sent tingles over your skin. You loved how strung out he sounded, how he was holding on just by a thread, and you wanted him to come undone.

“Fuck me, Jay,” you whispered, and his eyes opened, looking between yours.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice hoarse, and you needed it, suddenly. You nodded, pressing your lips together, wanting it more than anything. You knew you were adjusted to his size, for the immediate future at least, and you wanted to know how he’d feel finding his pleasure in you, driving into you when his release was the goal, wanted to be the reason for it.

“I can take it,” you whispered, and Javy surged up to kiss you.

It was messy, mostly gasping breath and clashing teeth, and then his arms wound under your back, and his hands wrapped around your shoulders as he settled into you. You were just about to think that it was a sweet embrace, when he started moving.

Javy pulled out of you and slammed back in, and you cried out.

Gone was the gentleness with which he’d coaxed you, gone was the steady control, the gentle pace. In its place was a gnawing, gaping desire, and you could feel how badly Javy needed this. You moaned with the thrust and it seemed to spur Javy on. He pulled back and pushed back in again, just as deep, just as strong, just as perfect.

Fuck, he was so big, filled you so damn well like this, and how he was moving made you dizzy. He settled into a punishing pace that left you breathless, but who needed air, when you had dick this good?

He was everywhere.

Pressing you into the mattress, shoving his cock into your cunt, clutching you to him, overwhelming and everywhere and everywhere. You couldn’t tell where he stopped and you began, felt like an extension of his pleasure and the thought nearly sent you out of your mind.

“How is it still so tight?” Javy grunted, and you moaned at the tremble in his voice, like he was just as awed and exhausted as you were. “Fuck, honey, you’re so perfect. Taking me so damn well, pulling me into this hot cunt, it’s so good–”

His hips slammed into you, each stroke brushing your walls and making you feel so full. His body weight over you felt like the only thing grounding you, and you moved with him, for him, all for him. The room was thick with the smell of your shared sweat and your cum, and Javy’s panting breath in your ears was the perfect chorus.

You could feel Javy getting close, could feel his thrusts go from determined to desperate and you were lost in it. For how well he’d fucked you, how carefully he’d held you, you needed him to come. Heat spiraled through you, your mind blanking as you realized you were whining with each sure stroke he made.

“Need you to come,” you whimpered, breaking off when Javy’s hips stuttered. “Please, Javy, feels so good, need to feel you–”

Javy arched his back to kiss your neck. His teeth closed over your skin, his tongue laving over you, and you moaned.

“You know how to make that happen, sweetheart,” he whispered against your neck, and you shook your head as his meaning sunk in.

“I can’t,” you managed, even as your thighs started shaking. He’d pulled so much pleasure from your body, and you didn’t know if you could survive another wave…oh, but how he sounded. His soft grunts, the growl in his voice, the heavy sound his balls made as he pushed into you.

“I think you can,” Javy said, closing his lips and sucking. You keened, your body overwrought and unmoored, just orbiting around him. His strong hands, the taste of his sweat, the rhythm of his hips, the only things that were real.

His hands on your shoulders tightened, crushing you to him and something in the angle changed. He brushed a different part of you, deeper, softer, and your breath caught.

“Just there?” Javy asked, proud and breathless. “That’s the spot that’ll get this pussy to come again?”

“Javy–” you moaned, as he hit it again, and again.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Javy soothed, his dick driving into you. “You’ve done so good for me, this pussy has been so fucking good, and I know you can do it again. Let me feel it, honey, let me feel this tight pussy come for me one more time, fucking take it, come on.”

He was fucking you into the bed, his thighs and his words reorienting your world. You felt so full of him, so precious and receptive and you knew that you might never recover from it, but if he asked you to come again, your body would do it.

“Baby,” you whimpered, and Javy groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder.

“I’ve got you,” he mumbled into the bed. “Ah, shit, honey, you feel so good. Like you were made for me, to take this cock–oh my god, yes, that’s it, just like that…”

“Take me,” you begged, “Please, Javy, I need–”

“Yes, fuck,” Javy groaned, his thrusts turning frantic. “Kiss me.”

You didn’t know where he found the strength but he surged up to kiss you, pressing your lips together as your bodies writhed together. You pushed and pulled together, breathing from each other and for each other, and the heat burned impossibly hotter between you. You felt light-headed, you felt close and Javy moaned as you tightened around him. You whined against his lips as you came, your orgasm cresting over you, and just moments later, Javy shouted as he came. He was so wonderful, his body thrusting into yours, his hips working you both through it, his groans growing louder as he emptied into you.

It felt right, it felt final, as his warm cum thrust into you, and you turned your head to find him again.

This was a lazy kiss. Indulgent and sloppy, exhausted and messy, and you smiled when you felt Javy come back to you, returning the kiss slowly. You liked that his arms were still around you, that his dick was still inside you. You felt held, treasured, at peace.

You kissed Javy gently, another realization brewing in your mind.

Here, with this man, you felt at home.

//the end

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tiajk · 6 months

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Zoro doesn’t let people touch his swords but you are an exception

He looks around to make sure no one is looking before he shows any signs of affection he’s so shy lol

He shares his drinks with you on occasion and every time this happens he tries to get you as drunk as possible so he can make fun of you being a lightweight because that’s just him

Maybe a lil smile on occasion because you make him happy AUGHH

Special Treatment

A/n: OMG YES yall im so single it actually hurts me because No one wants me BUT anyways im staring once piece the anime version AND YALL i got carried away asf with this lmao

SPECIAL SWORDS

When he’s napping and you're not he will set his swords by you and go and take a nap he look at you with this look in his eyes that says “protect these please” he won't say it physically unless you make him. If you do it takes him a while to stutter t out but when he does the tips of his ears will be red and he’ll be fidgeting with the ends of his shirt

You're reading a book about the ocean and all the animals that it holds and you hear heavy footsteps coming towards you. You know them, it's Zoro, the man that you love so deeply you would do anything for him. He doesn't have to say anything because you know that he’s looking over you like a shadow. You close your book making the page that you were on and look up at him and smile “you gonna say something or keep staring at me pretty boy?” The corner of his mouth turns up “Huh my presence isn't good enough for you {name}.” “of course but you lurking like a shadow is kinda creepy”. He crosses his arms and shifts onto his foot “I need something from you” You turned your full body towards him giving him your undivided attention it's rare for zoro to ask someone for something. “Well spit it out Ro” “Can you…can you watch my swords for me while I take a nap?” your heart skip a beat he trusted you enough with his treasure you nodded rapidly as he gave you all three of his swords “I'm gonna take a nap ill be up in about an hour or two” “ok zoro they’ll be right here with be when you get back” He nodded he looked around to see if anyone of the crew was there when they weren't he leant in and put a soft kiss on your forehead “thank you I love you”

SHY BOY

Zoro is not shy in himself nor his skills nor his confidence but when it came to you he couldn't even look at you without blushing from head to toe. The crew teased him for it constantly but he never showed affection to you in public.He wants to but part of his is so shy because hes never one anything like this before he was to busy with his swords hes never eine been in a relationship before

He heard you and nami talking about it in your quarters he was planning to take you out since you guys were docked for 2 days and he wanted to make it special He’s about to knock on your door but he hears nami’s voice and that stops him, “Does he even show you affection {name}?” you put your shoes on when she uses it as she's looking at you “what do you mean?” She sights “I don't think he's ever shown any emotion besides when he's drinking” “Nami that's rude he does show affection just not to the crew and i'm fine with that because he's not for everyone else”. “True but {Name} he's stiff as a board next to you I mean he can't even look at you wrought getting all dam-“ There's a knock on the door that stops her “Well thats my date nami see you later.” you blow her a kiss and open the door and see zoro. “Hi” “Hey you ready to go?” you nod “yea I am” you close the door behind you. He looks around twice making sure no one was around “Zoro what are you doing” He doesn’t answer when he puts his hands around your waist pulling you in gently but firm kissing you softly “Just kissing my favorite girl y’know”

HIS LIGHTWEIGHT

Zoro doesn’t play about 3 things: Drinking, His swords and you. And he trusts you with all of his being. That being exactly the reason why he’s making you drink with him right now. You drink but not a lot because you pretty much lightweight it takes. only about 3 cups of alcohol and you're drunk big time .

Zoro was holding your head from falling on the table. He made you drink about 4 cups tonight and now you're drunk and he's laughing his ass off at you. Nami keeps telling him to leave you alone but he doesn’t care because he thinks it's funny “ZoRo?” “yes {name}?” He looks at your room he can tell your tired but he just thinks that you're so cute when your drunk “I think that I love you” That caught him by surprise before he could conjure up something to say your head almost dropped onto the table he caught you even though he’s a little tipsy himself. When they go back to the going merry he puts you in his hammock sliding along with you. When you wake up the next morning your light head and your head is pounding. You try to climb over zoro and go to the bathroom he drags you back down with him before you can move again “Sleep please” he mumbles into your neck “Why we have things to do” He knows there’s no beating you but he lifts himself up so he looks at you “you know that you were an absolute idiot last night right?” you groan and hit your head back on the hammock “Don't tell me please”

YOU MAKE HIM PROUD

Zoro doesn’t smile as much as he should but with you he does and the crew notices that and there happy about it everyone needs to smile every once in a while

you would be in the kitchen with sanding trying to help him but he was getting on your nerves. Zoro s there with you for his mid day drinking he notices how i rated you are “Sanji or the last time its fucking ketchup it isn’t gonna hurt you” “{name} it’s simple really you just ha-“ “Finish that sentence and im going to beat you to a plump then throw you off the ship” Zoro smiles at you e kos you aren’t on for being mean but to the cook it makes his heart swell with joy

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broz0neglitters · 1 month

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Dating Clay ˚ ༘♡ 📗⋆｡ ˚ ❀

Warning: Smut/NSFW!

⚠️(Also I will be using words like dick,cock and Other stuff so if you're uncomfortable with those words you click away once you finish reading dating clay part I don’t know any other word for those again this blog/headcanon is for mature audience so yeah just giving you all a heads up!) ⚠️

Anyway, This is my first Smut I'll include the dating part, too as well before we get to the spicy part I hope you guys enjoy this, and please excuse any mistake I have made

-Also, I don't know the difference between Smut and NSFW. I'm assuming they are the same thing; gosh, I'm so dumb-

Dating Clay: •~•°.🐢

-Since he's a licensed CPA, He will rarely have time for you but he'll still make an effort to spend time with you -You guys first date is basically sitting around watching him do his work and talking most of the time is completely quiet b/c he's working -Your 2nd date will be more like a mini picnic, but of course, Viva interrupts you two; you tell her that you and Clay were in the middle of a date, and she apologizes and leaves and won't do it again unless it is a real emergency -He isn't a big PDA Guy. He will link arms/pinky with you, but sooner enough, he'll even let you hold his hands, even just a kiss on the cheek he rather have PDA In private cause he's a serious boy Clay -When you're sad/angry he would usally avoid making eye contact with you and he would leave you alone until you're ready to vent to him -When you vent to him he will take notes to make sure he doesn't trigger you or upset you ever again

-He will be fun boy clay when his brother aren’t around or in private -he will sing you all of his part in brozone and give you a mini concert -you even wore his romper sweater that one time b/c you want to match with him he will think you look silly but he thinks you look very cute -That dude can bake you anything you like from cake to cookie you name it -He's not a big sweet tooth kinda guy but he will definitely have some milkshake or sweet with you because it makes you happy

-He will definitely take you to his sad book club when he crys he will be hugging you super tight while you pat his hair -He's a super tall troll so do expect him to put his arm or hand on your hair and he will definitely asked you "How's the weather down there?" -He's over protective of you he will stand close to you at all cost to the point the trolls mistaken clay as your bodyguard -He's not big on nickname that's a different story *wink wink* but the only nickname he has for you is babe or short stuff

-He too shy to say "I love you." to you but the ways he shows it is hugs and kisses privately but overtime his shynesses goes e away and he says it with full confidence

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(Okay now onto the spicy Part again I've mention I'll mention some uncomfortable words but I'll try to find a different way to say it anyways again this is 18+ so DNI If you're a minor click away after you read dating clay part or just click away in general I'll do a non-Smut version!)

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Clay Smut/NSFW: 💚💐💋

-He will take it slow on your first time -During the first time he will dry hump you which makes you turn on -He likes touching your lady part when you're doing dishes etc he even attempted to rub it to see you moan or see if you can keep a straight face -he once rubs your lady part while you were cutting vegetables you almost cut yourself because you couldn't hold it in because of how good it felt when he was fingering you... -He likes it when you beg for him -He's big on nickname once it comes to sex He'll called you Sexy,Baby,Mama and Bitch (He dosen't mean it as a bad way it just his thing when you guys do the deeds) -He will go to town on you like literally he's a rough fucker -His cock is thin and long -when putting his cock into your lady parts he will say thing like "Stay still.. I'm almost done" "mm.. u Feel good ma" etc. -While he's fucking you he will make you moan out his name no matter what he isn't worry if anyone could hear you moan his name he wants everyone to know who his little bitch is when going to town on you

"What's my name mamas?" "Say it louder, say it you mean it moan out my name babygirl.","I can't hear you let me hear you beautiful."

-He loves it when you suck him off -He loves cockwarming so do expect him to ask you to cockwarm espically when he's working -He will most likey fuck you in front of john dory cuz that amazon box ass hole was telling clay that he couldn't go to town on you so clay will prove it to John dory -He's a rough finger fucker he will finger you really roughly but he goes slow on your first time -Usually clay will dominate you during sex but he'll let you dominate him sometimes -He will leaves a bunch of hickeys on your thighs and lady parts

-He will cum all over your hot body,mouth,face he will even cum inside you if you let him his cum is super thick

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Anyways I hope you enjoyed my first clay smut anyways I'll do more clay smut soon eventually anyways this was just a introduction anyways I hope I did well 🤭

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midgardian-witch · 5 months

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Blame It On The Moon

Jack has been distantly lately. A dangerous encounter in the woods shows you how much affection Jack and his wolf side really have for you.

ships: Jack Russell/afab!Reader

word count: 5.9k

AO3

Jack had been distant as of late. You had blamed it on the moon at first. Time had slowly creeped toward the dreaded full moon. The few days surrounding it always had him a bit cagey. You'd been traveling with Jack and Ted for so long identifying their moods had become second nature. Ted's humming and grunts got easier to interpret day by day. Even reading Jack had become easier, even though he hides his wolfish traits rather well. At this point you could figure out the current moon phase just by watching your werewolf companion for a while.

So while you had blamed his strange behavior on the moon at first something is gnawing at the back of your mind. The way Jack hastily excused himself from your presence whenever you joined him and Ted for coffee or how when you'd wake up in the middle of the night - startled by the sound of an animal stepping on a particularly loud twig - you'd find neither hide nor hair of the werewolf. It all started to feel more and more like Jack was actively avoiding you. The why eluded you though. You had become good friends with the werewolf since you had joined him and Ted. Or so you thought at least. Had you done something to upset him? You'd talk to him and ask but every time you tried he'd made a quick exit.

You slump down on a tree stump with a sigh. The rustling of foliage and a worried sounding grumbling alerts you to Ted's presence. You shake your head and wave him off.

"Don't worry about it, Ted. I'm just overreacting." Or so you hope.

The creature sits down next to you, raising an arm and offering a hug. You smile at him, grateful for his empathy and lean into the embrace. You take a deep breath and mumble a quiet thanks as he gives your body a soft squeeze. Even though Ted could look terrifying at first glance you know what a gentle being he truly is. Especially in times like this when emotions run high he’s like a calming balm for your soul.

A few moments pass before you lean back from the embrace. Ted's big red eyes look at you in his very own version of the puppy dog eyes. A small laugh escapes you and you nod.

"Yes, that helped. I feel a lot better already. Thank you, Ted."

Ted answers you with a pleased hum. His gaze drifts from your face to something behind you. You turn around to see what caught your friend's attention when you see Jack standing a few paces away, frozen in place. His mouth hangs open slightly as if he tried to say something but forgot what he wanted to say immediately after. He looks at you and for the first time since your very first meeting you can't pinpoint what emotion is going through his head.

The look on his face is something you hadn't seen before. He almost looks angry? Disappointed? You're not quite sure and yet whatever this emotion is it's making you even more worried given his latest tendency to flee the scene whenever you were present. You take a step closer, unsure whether your presence is wanted or not.

"Jack, are you alright? I haven't seen you around much lately. Did something happen?"

Better to be blunt than struggle with subtlety and unnecessary niceties if you want to get behind what is going on with your friend. With every step you take, Jack's posture seems to stiffen even more, shoulders tense and jaw locked. You stop a few paces away from Jack, tilting your head quizzically. The man in front of you just stares at you, seemingly not having heard a thing you said while at the same time seeming keenly aware of your movements.

"Jack?"

You take another tentative step and like a scared rabbit he suddenly bolts. At the spot in which mere seconds ago your friend and companion stood is not even a Jack-shaped dust cloud left. You see him vanish back into the woods as you let out a frustrated sigh. So much for talking things over.

You turn back to Ted who looks at you with his red glowing eyes and you suddenly feel pitied. Ted humms mournfully, his gaze drifting back to where Jack fled into the forest.

"I don't know what I did for him to run from me like I have the plague", you mumble under your breath as you kick a defenseless stone in front of your feet. You only get a thoughtful grunt from Ted this time.

"Or am I just overreacting? Is it just some new werewolf quirk he gets when the moon is getting fuller?"

Your thoughts tumble around like each one is a loose item in a desk drawer. Why would he react like this now? He'd been nervous or a bit jumpy in earlier moon cycles but never like this. Or at least not since you had joined the small group that was Ted and Jack.

Ted's thoughtful rumble doesn't give you any more insight on Jack's strange behavior. You sit back down next to him and bury your face in your hands, letting out another frustrated sigh.

"So you think it's just because there is a full moon tonight and he doesn't want to be close and potentially hurt me?"

You don't turn to Ted as you question his reasoning, instead you look up and watch as the sun is starting to slowly set over the horizon. This whole situation, the worrying and uncertainty, made your head spin. You're rubbing the bridge of your nose to stave off the beginnings of a headache.

Ted hums in affirmation and you choose to trust his judgment. He knew Jack longer than you did after all. And yet that answer did nothing to stop the nervous flutter in your stomach. Maybe you really were overthinking things. Jack was a kind and thoughtful man, it made sense for him to want to keep you safe, however strange it may seem. His protectiveness was one of the traits you admired in him. More than admired even.

It's been a few weeks since you realized that your feelings towards Jack were more than just those one would have for a platonic friend. He made you feel safe and cared for regardless of the circumstances. You were in the woods in the middle of nowhere and yet you had never felt safer. Ted had a big part in that too but with Jack things were different. While Ted had become a great friend you didn't wake up from dreams of you two kissing tenderly under a starlit sky. But with Jack? You'd lost count of how often you wake up from dreaming about your lips pressing against his, hands combing through his unruly hair.

All of this makes the distance he has inadvertently put between the two of you hurt even more. Did he know? Could werewolves sense things like that? Crushes? They say wolves can smell fear, was it the same for other emotions? Could he hear the way your heart beat faster whenever you got too close? Is that why Jack is staying away? Maybe he just wants to let you down easy but is too nice to tell you to your face that he is not interested in you. Not in that way. Just as a friend.

You shake your head as you let out another groan of frustration. No, you would not let yourself go down that train of thought. Your crush on Jack was bad enough but you would not put words in his mouth like that. You'd have to just ask him, talk to him about it. Somehow. When he doesn't just run away again.

You look back at Ted, his red eyes studying you carefully. "I'll talk to him about that after the full moon. I've been safe before without him avoiding me for days on end. There needs to be a better solution."

You stand up and walk over to the small tent you and Jack used for shelter when the three of you were traveling - though at this point it hadn't been used by Jack in a while. A part of you is grateful for that especially since you've developed more than platonic feelings for the werewolf. Sleeping in the same tent as the man you have a crush on was dangerous territory.

You enter the tent with one goal in mind: finding a distraction. Jack wouldn't be back before the morning at this rate and you'd rather not be alone with your thoughts at this time. You remember that there was a deck of cards around here somewhere. Roping Ted into playing a few rounds with you before it was time to retire for the night should keep your mind off of Jack for the time being.

Digging around your belongings you come across something you hadn't seen in a while. From between Jack's things you recognize a soft piece of fabric - a scarf you had lent Jack early on when you decided to travel with the strange duo. Another security measure, or so the werewolf had explained, something to remember you by - to remember your scent - should you ever come across the wolf. Next to it you find sturdy iron chains, a bit on the older side but still functional. They were the chains Jack used to keep himself locked up and tied down at a full moon.

Wait.

What were the chains doing here when it was already starting to get dark and Jack was who-knows-where alone in the woods? A shiver runs down your spine. Jack wouldn't be this careless, not if there wasn't something bigger at play.

You gather up your scarf and the iron chains, the card deck you came here for completely forgotten, and leave the tent. The chains rattle in your arms as you return to Ted's side. He gives you a questioning groan, head tilted to the side, as you stuff the heavy chains into your backpack and tie your scarf around your neck.

"Jack left these and it's already getting dark. I have no idea how he could forget them but I have to get them to him before we have a werewolf wandering the woods. What if there are people camping? What if some hiker decided to go out at night for whatever-the-fuck. What if-"

What if he hurts someone innocent? Jack would never be able to live with himself after that.

You close your bag with shaking hands, heart racing like you just ran a marathon. Putting on your backpack you take one last look at Ted.

"I have to find him. I'll be fine. Just stay here in case he comes back before I find him."

Ted just nods, knowing once you had made up your mind he couldn't do much to dissuade you. With a soft hum he asks you to be safe and you give him a smile that you hope comes across as confident before you make your way into the woods.

You're nervous, walking through the thick foliage, tall, sturdy trees obscuring most of the last rays of sunlight that fight their way over the horizon. You try to focus your senses on finding Jack, the sound of careful footsteps, the sight of a figure moving through the bushes or just the eerie feeling of someone being nearby, anything. But all you feel is your heart threatening to beat out of your chest, all you hear is your own quickened breath. What if you're too late?

In desperation you start calling his name, your voice getting more and more panicked each time. After what feels like hours of walking but could have only been a few minutes of almost screaming yourself hoarse you finally hear the answering call of your own name. You stop in your tracks, eyes frantically searching for the source of the voice, Jack's voice. At a distance you see a figure move towards you. You call out his name again and the figure moves faster. Finally you see him fully, Jack closing in on you, his face a mirror of your own panic.

"What are you doing here? The sun is almost down! You can't be here, it's too dangerous!"

You nod, completely agreeing, as you take off your backpack and open it, showing him the thick iron chains inside.

"I am aware of that, thank you. But I couldn't let you be out here alone without these."

You pull the chains out of the bag and hold them out towards him. His face lights up in recognition before his brows furrow. He looks guilty.

"I- I completely forgot. Dios mio, thank you. I just-"

He takes the chains and looks around as if he suddenly realized he was lost. His eyes find the thick trunk of a tree nearby and he walks towards it. Jack takes a few rounds around the tree, inspecting it and giving it a small nod when he deems it suitable. He turns back to you, still a guilty look on his face as he asks: "Would you-? Could you- uh. Help me with this?"

He must have done this so many times before and yet he stands before you like a lost child. Your heart squeezes uncomfortably in your chest as you nod and follow him to the tree. Carefully you wrap the iron chains around the tree and Jack, securing him to it like a hostage in one of those countless Robin Hood movies. You worry about hurting Jack but he guides you through the motions, telling you how tight the chains should be in order to hold him back.

Your hands feel like they are burning after you are done - from the cold or the strain to them you don't know. You take a step back and look at the man in front of you. A quiet part in the back of your mind suggests that now is the time to make Jack talk, now that he can't run away again, but you push that voice back. By the thickness of the tree crowns you can't say how much daylight you have left and the wolf would certainly not be able to answer your questions.

"You should leave."

You can tell he is trying to sound stern and yet his eyes betray him, pleading for you to heed his words. You take a moment to just look at him. You won't lie and say you aren't curious about the other him, the wolf. But that curiosity is overshadowed by a very different emotion.

You don't want him to be alone.

It's silly maybe. Staying here would be dangerous for you. No one can predict if Jack will still recognize you when he turns or if the chains, old as they are, would even hold tonight. But you have seen the aftermath enough to know that whatever happens on the full moon it drains Jack. Hurts him in ways that no blade nor bullet can. And you don't want him to go through that alone.

Your pondering is disturbed by groans of pain. Jack is writhing against the chains, body shaking violently. Your eyes widen as you look up and only see a bit of silvery light shining through the leaves.

The full moon had risen.

Jack's groans of pain turn into inhuman growling. You watch as his limbs shift, claws and fur growing. It's hard to avert your gaze from this gruesome sight, your eyes linger while your mind tells you to run. And yet you are frozen in place, by shock or by fear is unclear and irrelevant. Time slows down as you watch the figure in front of you strain against the chains, growling like a cornered animal. He doesn't even seem to notice you anymore.

"J-Jack?"

Immediately his eyes are on yours.

Oh.

You'd have thought his eyes would look different but they are still Jack's. Still the same beautiful brown-green. Time slows down as the two of you just stare into each other's eyes and you feel like you can't breathe.

Getting closer would be a horrible idea. Terrible. Absolutely stupid.

As you try and talk yourself out of doing something that could get you seriously hurt or worse killed the wolfman starts to sniff the air around himself. A soft whine takes you by surprise. His eyes had become impossibly large, pupils dilated to leave nothing but black. He keeps panting and sniffing and whining, looking at you with the one thing you would have expected from Jack but not the wolf: puppy dog eyes.

You blink as if it would change the scene in front of you. Maybe you hit your head on your way here or maybe you stumbled and this is a dream or hallucination.

The surrealism of the situation gives you the courage to step forward, closer to the werewolf tied to a tree. You are only a few paces away before Jack starts to struggle against the chains again, growling and snarling angrily. You flinch and step back again. As you leave his proximity the wolf starts to whine again, looking at you with big, round eyes, pleading. Your first thought is that he wants to be free from those chains. Who wouldn't be after all? Nobody wants to be held against their will.

You take another careful step forward, repeating this strange dance of two steps forward, one step back - all the time never breaking eye contact with the wolf. Each time you come closer Jack fights harder against his restraints. Each time you step back he starts whining and whimpering like a dog begging for treats.

You just hope he doesn't see you as the treat.

Repeating this song and dance multiple times you are now about an arm's length away from Jack. He is still straining and fighting against the chains but it doesn't scare you as much as it did but a few minutes ago. Slowly, carefully you raise your hand. Jack's eyes look away from yours for the first time - eager to watch your hand, head tilted towards it, eagerly taking in your scent. You swallow hard hoping against hope that if anyone saw you they would blame the heat in your cheeks on the cold. Your fingers softly brush against Jack's cheek and you feel his fur for the first time. You're in awe, your hand hovering next to his face. You'd never thought his fur would feel this soft.

A rumbling startles you out of your thoughts and it takes you a moment to figure out the source of the sound. You can feel Jack rubbing his face against your hand, softly growling, almost like a purr, as he eagerly chases your touch. You can't quite stop the nervous laugh that forces its way out of your lungs. You resume your petting and the content rumbling sound gets louder, echoing in the empty forest.

"Is that it? You want to be petted?"

You don't really expect an answer but you feel like you can't just stay quiet around Jack, even if he isn't the best conversationalist at the moment. His mouth is hanging open, panting loudly, allowing you a closer look at his sharp fangs. The werewolf gives another whine, not content with just rubbing his cheek against the palm of your hand anymore. He drags his tongue along the inside of your wrist leaving a damp stripe of saliva in its wake. You gasp, embarrassed by the unbidden thoughts of how that tongue would feel in other places.

Hesitantly you take a step back, needing the physical distance to compose yourself. You ignore the disgruntled growling of the werewolf and close your eyes, taking a deep breath. This was a bad idea. Jack isn't in his right mind and you shouldn't take advantage of that. Not to mention that the wolf in front of you may seem somewhat harmless now but that could change any second. You should leave and find Jack again in the morning to untie him. Or tell Ted where to find him.

A metallic groan disrupts your thoughts and when you open your eyes again you see Jack pulling at his chains. You take another startled step back as the werewolf breaks his restraints, metal bending and breaking under his inhuman strength.

In a flash he is on you, your body crashing into the ground. Your back hits the earth and you gasp, pain shooting up your spine. As you look up you see right into those stunning eyes that held you captivated only moments ago. Jack kneels over you, his whole body trapping you underneath him. He bends over, nuzzling into your neck. You hear nothing but his hot breath and your own heart pounding in your ears. You keep completely still, afraid that any small move could be the wrong one and thus your last. You were never afraid of Jack but the wolf had you terrified. You flinch involuntarily as you feel his wicked tongue against your neck, sharp canines dragging softly against your skin. Heat curls in your abdomen as you gasp out his name. The rumble in his chest vibrates through you as his body crowds yours. There is no space, no air left between the two of you as Jack rubs his face against your neck, claws against your sides and his hips sliding against your legs.

It feels like your mind is made out of static as you feel the drag of his sizable erection against your thighs. You were afraid the wolf was seeing you as a treat to devour - you didn't know how right and wrong you were before now.

"J-Jack! Oh God", you gasp as the werewolf keeps grinding down on you frantically. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the dark fur, pulling him even closer. With a pleased rumble he paws at your clothes, eager to get them off, to expose more and more of your skin. His claws rip through your clothes, the fabric tearing apart like tissue paper. You shiver at the contrast between the heat radiating off of Jack and the cool night breeze, goosebumps prickling over your skin. Jack drags his tongue from your neck over your collarbone to the swell of your chest. Your nipples stiffen with Jack's proximity and the low temperature of everything but yourself and the werewolf currently bent over you.

He huffs against your bare skin, his tongue swirling around your peaked nipples. With a choked off moan you squirm beneath Jack. He holds you down with his sheer mass, his hips still grinding against you. You can feel the heat of his hard cock through the fabric of your pants.

"F-fuck! Jack please-"

You don't even know if he understands you, how much Jack there is left in this creature but you can't help yourself. Desperate for more, you tighten your grip on his fur and try to guide his head lower. The werewolf offers no resistance, only a questioning hum as he traces the path downward with his tongue. Once his face is right above your clothed pussy he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your arousal that is evident to him even through your clothing. His whole body shudders and all air leaves his lungs with a dark growl.

You flinch at the sound, your sex-addled mind clearing as you are once again aware of who and especially what you are currently laying under. This was dangerous. What are you even doing? You can't just have sex with Jack while he is under the influence of the full moon. This was a glaring consent issue. What if he doesn't want you like that? What if the wolf would actually try to eat you? What if-

You are violently pulled out of your thoughts by your pants being ripped apart by two clawed hands and dragged off of your body. With a surprised yelp you try and scramble backwards but the wolf is faster. His claws dig into the soft flesh of your thighs much more gently than you could have anticipated. Once again you feel like you are pinned down like a butterfly in a display case.

Jack spreads your legs apart, his face so close to your core with only the thin fabric of your underwear covering you. You watch him and try your best to stay still. His tongue runs along the already soaked fabric of your panties. You gasp and your hips involuntarily cant upwards, desperately seeking more friction. Jack repeats the motion with a satisfied growl before you feel his fangs against your skin.

Your heart is pounding in your ears, both terrified and aroused by the sharp glide of his canines so close to your sensitive cunt. With one sharp tug on the flimsy fabric the wolf tears your underwear apart with his teeth. You can feel the cold air against your wet folds and instinctively try to cross your legs but you are stopped by Jack still hunched between your thighs.

Quickly the freezing forest breeze is replaced by the hot panting of the werewolf, his face hovering over your glistening cunt. Another satisfied rumble vibrates through his chest before his flexible tongue slides between your wet folds in long, firm strokes. Your whole body shudders as his tongue circles your sensitive clit, a choked off moan falling from your lips. You tighten your grip on his fur, desperately clinging to him for support.

Slowly, like rolling waves, you feel your orgasm approaching. At once it rushes over you, your whole body shaking with its intensity. Your breath shudders as the last waves of your orgasm ripple through your body and your arms fall weakly to your sides. For a moment you forget the surreal situation you are in and just enjoy the afterglow of such an intense climax.

You can feel Jack’s hot breath against your sensitive sex. He climbs over you once more, caging you in under his broad form, his throbbing cock lying heavy against your abdomen. Jack slowly drags his cock down between your legs, rubbing teasingly between your folds. You gasp at the feeling and look up. His dark eyes seem to devour you, like the feast he just made of your pussy wasn't enough to sate him.

Mind still buzzing with the afterglow of your orgasm you blearily watch Jack’s canine face. It takes you a moment to recognize the question in the wolf's eyes. You're stunned for a second with the realization that even when turned into this beast that he so fears, Jack would never force himself on you. Not trusting yourself to get the words out you nod instead. The wolf's pleased rumble fills your ears and you feel the blunt pressure of his cock against your entrance soon after.

Even with how wet you are, especially after your recent orgasm, you can feel the stretch of Jack's impressive girth entering you. He pushes inside you slowly, much slower than you'd expect from the werewolf. You gasp, his size more than you'd ever felt. Jack halts his movements and lets out a soft, almost worried sounding whine. You take deep breaths, squeezing your eyes closed and try to relax around his uncomfortable size.

“I’m alright. Just- just give me a moment,” you force the words out between your lips. Your face is twisted in pain, not too much to overwhelm you but enough to make your breath shudder. Suddenly you feel Jack's nose and cheek rub against yours, his apologetic whimpers filling your ears. He's trying to soothe you or maybe apologize - you're not sure. Your eyes blink open and with shaky hands you reach out to grasp his face gently.

It's difficult to read Jack's facial expressions like this, his wolfish features distorting the soft smiles or raised eyebrows you're so used to from Jack. The only thing unchanged by his transformation are his eyes, still so expressive even under the influence of the full moon. You take deep breaths, trying to calm your mind and relax. Jack rubs his cheek against yours, whimpering softly in your ear. “It’s ok. I know you don’t want to hurt me,” you try to soothe him, your fingers playing with his fur.

It takes you a few moments until you feel ready to continue. “You can move now. But slowly,” you tell him softly, your hands still buried in his fur, “Please.” He nods in understanding and the werewolf slowly starts moving his hips. You feel his massive cock drag against your slick walls, the pain his size and girth had caused you turning gradually into pleasure. Jack trembles over you, the need to just mindlessly plow into you slowly growing stronger than his restraint. As he bottoms out you shudder, your drawn out moan echoing through the forest. Jack stays unmoving inside you, his head buried in your neck, panting heavily into your ear. You can feel his cock pulse inside your pussy and you instinctively clench around him. With a deep growl his hips stutter and you gasp.

“Move oh god please move,” you beg. Jack doesn’t leave you waiting and at once he starts really fucking into you. His clawed hands hold your hips tightly and leave you unable to move as he buries his cock in you again and again. It’s maddening feeling him so deep inside of you, feeling him everywhere. The werewolf responds to every flutter of your cunt, to every sound spilling from your lips, growling and fucking you faster and harder. The last thought you have is that you won’t be able to walk in the morning and then he hits that spot inside of you that makes your mind go blank. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you let out an ungodly moan. You can’t think, all you know is the feeling of his massive cock splitting you open and the inhuman wolfman using fucking you like a human-sized fleshlight. It’s absolute bliss and you let yourself fall into the pleasure he gives you. You’re babbling something; you can hear your voice but you don’t know what you’re saying but he seems to understand, huffing and puffing in response. He lifts your hips and the angle makes you cry out even louder. The slick sound of his cock plowing into you is obscene but you don’t care. You’re getting closer and closer to your second orgasm, your fingers digging almost painfully into his fur, urging him on until a particularly hard thrust makes you see stars and pushes you over the edge. It’s too much, the pleasure overwhelming you as everything goes dark and you lose consciousness.

The first thing you notice when you come to yourself is the hard ground under you and the heavy weight on top of you. You open your eyes and the sunlight spilling through the leaves makes you squint. How long were you out? If the sun was already out then-

The weight on top of you shifts and you hear Jack grumble. Not the wolf but Jack. A very human, very naked Jack lays on you, his head on your chest. You freeze when you feel him slowly rouse from his sleep. Panic rises in your chest. What would you tell him? Did he remember what happened last night? Your spiraling thoughts grind to a halt when Jack’s eyes, heavy with sleep, find yours. His brow furrows as he mumbles your name. Realization dawns on his face and you can’t do anything but watch, anything you could say to him stuck in your throat. But where you expect embarrassment or disgust you only find terror. “Oh no, what did I do?” he whispers to himself. “Jack, I-” He sits up and the missing weight on you feels wrong. His eyes scan your body, taking in your ripped clothing. “Did I hurt you? Ay Dios, what did I do?” “Jack,” you try to pull his attention towards you, voice raised, “You did nothing wrong. You didn’t hurt me.” His eyes find yours trying to catch you in a lie but he finds only the truth. His shoulders slump with a deep sigh.

You stay quiet before Jack breaks the silence. “Why did you stay with me? You could have died!” He is still frowning but you can hear the anger in his voice. “I wanted to help! I-,” you explain as you sit up and try to cover yourself with the bits and pieces of clothing you are left with, “The wolf, he wanted me to stay. He didn’t attack me.” Jack swallows around the lump in his throat, pointedly not looking at you when you cover up to give you some privacy. “It’s a beast. You should have run. You should have-” “He didn’t attack me, Jack. He likes me.” A faint blush creeps on his face. “Likes you? I don’t think that describes quite what happened here,” he mumbles sheepishly.

Jack carefully sneaks a peek at you, not so subtly checking for injuries again. “Are you sure you aren’t hurt?” He sounds so worried and it breaks your heart. “I’m alright. A bit sore maybe but no injuries.” Jack clears his throat awkwardly, “Sore? Oh dear. I am so sorry. I didn’t- I mean, I wasn’t-” Gently you put your hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok. You weren’t in control. I know you don’t like me like that,” you reassure him, the words leaving a bittersweet taste in your mouth. He looks at you like you’re speaking in tongues. “You don’t…mi vida, I thought I was pretty obvious,” he says, embarrassment clear in his voice. You blink at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” Jack swallows hard and turns towards you fully. “I like you. Very much. I mean, I am attracted to you,” he sighs, rubbing his face, “The closer the full moon gets the harder it is to hide my feelings. I was close to ripping Ted apart yesterday just because he gave you a hug. It’s maddening.”

Your heart races, heat spreading through your cheeks. “You- You mean that you-” “I’m in love with you. And I know this is the worst timing and I really didn’t want our first time to be like this,” he motions around him. Your heart feels heavy and light at the same time. “I love you too, Jack.” He smiles at you, a big toothy grin that makes you smile too. “I’m glad. I didn’t think you did. That’s why I tried to hide it.” You nod in understanding given that you did pretty much the same. You tell him as much as you lean in closer, resting your head on his shoulder.

You don’t know how long you stay like this, the sun rising further and the forest waking around you. It’s only when you gather your things and make your way back to camp, careful of any hikers catching you in the nude that you turn to Jack and ask: “How do we tell Ted?” Jack laughs, shaking his head. “I have a feeling he already knows, mi vida.”

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hey-kae · 2 years

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hello! i read "mon champion" and i loved it 😻✨ (well, there is no work of yours that i don't like tbh ✨) and i would like to ask you if you can write a smut part of this os 👀👀👀👀👀

Rounds of Celebration

Part 1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader

Warnings: Alcohol, unprotected sex, oral sex (mainly male receiving, a hint of female receiving), kinda switch reader and Charles (no actual dom/sub dynamic tho).

Forgive me of there is some unnoticed nonsense, i will properly proofread this when my eyes aren’t burning…

a/n: i love how we’re all ignoring the actual results of this year… and the crash in fp2🥲

Sat a few steps away, you watched your boyfriend get sprayed with champagne by his friends, his shy side having mostly faded away with the alcohol he consumed. Your eyes were glued on him, laughing full-heartedly with so much joy in his eyes and painted on his face, raining down on him like the expensive beverage he was getting soaked with.

Seeing him finally get what he deserves, winning the championship, brought you as much happiness as any personal achievement would, if not more than that.

The tipsiness making you feel a bit lightheaded was putting your emotions on a high rise and as your eyes stayed glued to the happiest version of Charles that you'd ever seen, your heart was fluttering in you chest with drunken butterflies and sparkling twitches of love... and maybe a bit of lust too.

How could you not when his white button down was now soaked and see through, clinging to his chest and giving you a perfect view of the outline of his abs, every dip and inch so familiar to you, it tossed you back into a spiral of memories of your hands running down his torso and your nails clawing at him whenever you topped him and got to watch on his face, the pleasure you gave him manifest itself onto his features.

Your eyes met his from a distance, just as you crossed your legs to try and relieve some tension. He was smiling so wide, his adorable crinkles stealing the show. You were so mesmerized by him and the way his skin glistened under the flashing lights that you almost missed him beckoning you over, but you noticed the small movements of his hand just in time, so you moved off your seat and joined him under the spray of champagne, the bottle you bought clearly being assisted by another by now.

Charles, feeling bolder from the alcohol and the high of the moment, hooked his arm around your waist and pulled you close enough that your chest was flush against his. His hand grabbed your chin while he smiled and turned your head so he can whisper, or rather scream amidst the noise, in your ear.

"Je t'aime." I love you. He shouted just as the beat dropped, leaving the room silent for just enough time for everyone around to hear him. With confusion in his eyes, he looked around him, meeting the curious eyes, a bright blush sneaking onto his cheek once he understood that everyone heard.

You couldn't help chuckling, butterflies dancing in your stomach at how adorable Charles was. You used your hand to get him to face you again.

"Je t'aime aussi." I love you too. You shouted right back and pushed your lips against his.

Was there a high likelihood that this would get filmed and put on social media? Yes, but neither of you cared.

While you were momentarily questioning whether Charles was actually comfortable with this, he told you he was loving it in his own, slightly drunken way.

His lips pushed harder against your own, just enough to have you leaning back a little, laughing into the kiss and feeling him smile against your lips while his hands supported your lower back.

For a second there, you forgot the dozens of eyes watching you and his friends around. You were just happy for him and having the time of your life kissing him in a crowded room, celebrating the realization of his lifelong dream.

However, that didn't last long because soon enough, someone whistled and ice cold champagne was poured right over your heads, causing the two of you to jolt apart, gasping at the cold trickling down your bodies.

Charles pulled away with a laugh and turned to face his friend, his arm still secure around your waist. He tried to shield some champagne away, and you tried to hide behind his back for the same reason but all was in vain and neither of you exactly minded it. If there was any night perfectly suited to get messy, it was this one.

Barely any time later, he was being handed the bottle and he immediately took it to his lips, tilting his head back and letting the alcoholic liquid pour into his mouth, refreshing him and intoxicating him further. He was having the time of his life, a well deserved celebration and everyone could see it, but it was you that was noticing way more.

The veins in his arm popped as he hoisted up the big bottle. His hair was messy beyond words and damp.

Once again, you found yourself having wild thoughts as you watched the way his throat moved while he gulped the champagne, some droplets trickling down his chin and following a trail down his neck that you suddenly felt the need to trace with your tongue.

Drunk thoughts. You shook them out when Charles caught you staring and tilted the bottle towards you suggestively. That's when you realized your mouth was agape and your eyes wide.

You nodded and watched him smirk, reading your mind so easily before he situated himself behind you and tilted your head back to pour alcohol into your mouth.

The cold of the champagne was a beautiful contrast against your boiling body but the position he had you in was making the temperature rise more. You almost felt the need to moan at the feeling, the way Charles' hand was still resting under you chin, his thumb for some devilish reason stroking your skin softly doing nothing but giving you filthier thoughts.

His eyes were straight up devouring the sight in front of him to the point where his breathing turned irregular and his heart drummed along the booming beat of the music. The bottle in his grip felt heavier as his thoughts carried him away while he watched the way your chest was glistening from the champagne spray earlier and suddenly the taste of the drink was all he could think off, his teeth biting at the inside of his cheek to blow off some steam that came with watching you allowing him to pour alcohol into your mouth.

You swallowed the drink with your eyes closed, the moment despite being so public, feeling sensual and raw, almost like foreplay but they soon shot open once Charles very discreetly pushed his body against yours, letting you feel that this was getting to him as well, if the boner he had was anything to judge by.

Your hand was then immediately on his, tilting the bottle away and facing him to peck his lips quickly instead of resorting to any words because they all seemed to have been carried away, now busy swimming in alcoholic beverages. He was smiling when you pulled away despite how tight his pants now felt, his eyes scanning over your soaked dress and damp skin.

"I don't know what you're doing to me." He groaned into your ear.

You hooked your arms around the back of his neck and brought him closer but before you could respond, someone from the group was spitting smart ass remarks and that was only was annoying because it was true.

"Seems like Leclerc's getting victory sex."

Charles laughed at that while you playfully attempted to flip the group off, but before you could, you were pulled away, the laugh of your friends loud as they realized that you and Charles were leaving, probably to do exactly as suggested earlier.

"Keys?" You stumbled alongside your boyfriend.

"Hell no. We're calling a taxi." He made the wisest choice since neither of you was sober enough to drive.

On the way back , his hand was firm on your thigh, inching higher until it seamlessly slipped under the hem of your dress, up to the edge pf your panties, his pinky moving up and down your slit over the fabric until you needed to bite your lip to prevent any inappropriate sounds from escaping in presence of a stranger.

"Charles." You whispered to him as a warning.

Knowing fully well the effect he had on you, he smirked and pulled his hand completely away, leaving you pushing your thighs together desperately.

Minutes later, you burst into the hotel room and it would be an understatement to say Charles didn't feel like wasting any time. Within seconds of arriving, he had you pinned under him on the bed, his lips against your own in a feverish kiss that clearly painted the picture of how tonight would go.

His chest was flush against yours. You legs were spread for him to fit between them and he was pushing his hard on against your soaked panties. The air became heavier with every time your lips reconnected, the kiss only interrupted occasionally by small gasps for air and desperate groans and whimpers.

Your lips burned at the contact of his teeth with them, softly grazing against them like he knew drives you crazy and your hips were thrusting up to meet his like you knew he loved.

The black dress you had on was basically pointless at this point, hunched up around your waist already and your hands were practically itching to get rid of Charles' shirt.

"Charles..." you groaned against his lips, "Move a bit."

He pulled away from the kiss and stared down at you with a teasing smile.

"Why?" He asked.

"I wanna... I wanna take off your shirt." You whined just before Charles interrupted you with another kiss, a needier one this time and when a few seconds passed, his hand was on your waist now, the other supporting his weight, finally giving you space to slip your hands between the two of you.

You smiled against his mouth and heard him chuckle at that.

Immediately, the buttons of his shirt were undone and your hands moved onto his back, under the damp fabric, slipping into the sleeves along his arms until you completely took it off and attempted to toss it aside. However, much to Charles' entertainment, it landed on his legs, causing him to sit up a bit and get rid of it.

In that, you saw a great opportunity, to claim some control that is. This was his private celebration after all.

While he was still distracted, just as his attention was coming back to you, you flipped him over so you were on top, straddling his waist perfectly.

Charles looked up at you questioningly with a highly amused expression, because even though he wasn't exactly dominant, he was definitely always the one in control.

"What?" You smiled, "I want to congratulate you." The words left your mouth in a suggestive tone, just as you leaned forward, your weight supported on your arms planted by his sides.

Instantly, your lips were in his neck, littering sultry, open mouthed kisses, the faint note of champagne making continuous appearances on your tongue whenever it met his skin. Meanwhile, his hands were tight around your waist as his head tilted back to allow you more space and his eyes closed to enjoy the simple feeling of your kisses.

The trail your lips were following was one that only headed south. From his neck, you moved onto his toned chest, increasing the frequency of kisses and feelings his muscles tense and his hips buck slightly with every contact as he started getting impatient.

By the time you reached his v-line, you had adjusted your position so you were situated between his legs.

Your tongue traced along the muscle lines while your hand moved to palm him over his pants, all while his gaze was glued on you, his elbows on the mattress for leverage.

Feeling his burning looks on you, you met his eyes with a smile just as your fingers blindly found the button and zipper of the garment, quickly undoing them and hooking your fingers into the hem.

Charles lifted his body a bit to allow you to get rid of his remaining clothes and you wasted no time doing so. His pants and boxers joined his shirt on the floor.

His cock was hard so your fingers wrapped around it lightly and you gave it a few pumps that elicited some straggled breaths out of Charles.

You looked back up at him for second and with that, you took him into your mouth until he was hitting the back of your throat, your eyes tearing up at the poke. Charles groaned at the warmth and dropped his head back as you began moving up and down, your hand working on what your mouth couldn't take and your tongue flicking over his tip every once in a while.

"Putain-" he exhaled and dropped back against the bed, resisting the urge to just keep watching you since his arms were growing weak from the weight and now the pleasure that was coursing through his body.

That didn't last long, though. Seeing you suck him off was one of his guilty pleasures. He knew that a lot of people would find it weird but he enjoyed it so much. It heightened the sensation and intensified the pleasure by levels and you didn't seem to mind it so he couldn't really see a reason not to do it. So, he sat up slightly, one of his hands used for support while the other buried itself in your tangled hair, his fingers alternating between softly scratching at your skull or holding onto the locks, especially when your tongue swiped over his head, making him gasp every time.

"Baby." He moaned, his eyes shutting momentarily as the feeling started building up.

You looked up at him and found him with parted lips and hooded, barely open eyes.

"So good, bébé." He reassured and you had to resist the urge to pull back and smile at that. You loved knowing that he was enjoyed something you were doing.

He continued watching as his cock moved in and out your mouth, his moans increasing by the second until the pleasure became overwhelming. Your eyes focused on his hand that was on the bed and the way his knuckles were white as he fisted the bedsheets.

Needing a change of pattern, you allowed him out of your mouth for only a few seconds that you took to trace your tongue along his vein then swirl it on his tip before taking all of him and hollowing your cheeks around him, resuming your movements.

"Fuck - si proche, chérie." so close… He groaned between heavy breaths.

You could feel the slight tug on your hair so you picked the pace and seconds later, your name and endless curse words rolled off his lips repeatedly as you felt him twitch and release into your throat. You continued with a slight movement until his orgasm finished then you pulled away, swallowed and and wiped your chin with the back of your hand before looking up at him with satisfaction.

Charles was panting with his head dropped back as he recovered, so you waited for him to redirect his attention to you before doing anything else.

Within seconds, his gaze was back on you, a small smile illuminating his face as he sat up properly and extended his arms towards you so you'd grab his hands. Your fingers intertwined with his and he pulled you to him, sitting you in his lap, each leg on one side of him before holding onto your waist.

Very passionately, he leaned into another kiss, a lazy one with his tongue meeting yours halfway, fighting to gain passage into your mouth. He wanted tonight to last as long as possible but it was starting to seem practically impossible to find it in himself to take it slow, especially when the whole day had been so fast and his mind was still set to the same pace.

Eventually, you had to slow down the movements of your lips so his would mimic yours. You were keen on making sure he would enjoy tonight enough to remember it down the years when he thought back on his first championship. You needed it to be part of the win and the feeling of it but not at the race pace, but at one that showed him you loved him, one that showed him you were happy for him.

He couldn't help it though. Everything about the past few months was so hectic and fast that it became his default way of operating.

His hands were practically clawing at your waist through the dress already.

"Charles," you interrupted the kiss, "doucement, bébé. Slowly, baby. We don't have to rush right now." You pecked his lips.

"Relaxe et laisse moi prendre soin de toi, mon amour. Ça marche?" Relax and let me take care of you, my love. Okay? A calming smile on your face met his gaze.

His body relaxed under yours and he let out a breath before nodding.

"Je t'aime." I love you. The words come out as a whisper from him, his eyes scanning your face and features, shining with an effervescent, overwhelming weight of feelings that poured right out and into your heart. All you could see was the glimmer in his eyes and his softening gaze perfectly complementing the ghost of a smile sitting so perfect on his lips.

"Je t'aime moi aussi." I love you too. You replied, slowly moving your hands up his chest, resting them on the side of his neck, caressing his soft skin with your thumb and slowly reconnected your lips to his, kissing him at a mellow, almost lazy pace, feeling his hands let go of your waist and wrap around your back instead, bringing you closer to your chest until your heartbeats started meeting halfway.

Charles finally allowed himself to let go a bit, allowed his mind to focus solely on the soft feelings of your lips on his and the pure love the kiss was filling his heart with instead of planning out what to do next and of the past day. Your kisses were ensorcelling to him. They had an intoxicating effect on his mind. Before he even realized it, he was moaning into your mouth and tightening his hold on you, running his hands up and down your back while yours moved between his shoulders and neck to in a ghost touch lingering so delicately over his skin, awakening goosebumps in its passing.

However, the feeling pf his hands caressing the silky material of your dress only made him realize you were still fully dressed.

Immediately, his fingers were hooked into the straps, tugging on them as he pulled away slightly, kissing your shoulders now instead.

"Tu es toujours habillée, chérie?" You’re still dressed, darling? He asked rhetorically, but mainly to tell you he needed that dress out of the way. You understood him as always.

"Take it off for me." You replied.

Charles didn't waste a second. He pulled the garment over your head and threw it to join his clothes on the floor before leaning back to catch a glimpse of your half naked figure, and of course, much to his delight, you were wearing red lingerie that barely hid anything from him.

"Putain." He grunted and pushed you closer, his lips finding your neck, meeting the skin with sloppy kisses that he made a point to keep slow and sensual.

But one thought sneaked into his mind and he couldn't push it out. It left him chuckling against your skin after a moment of resistance.

"What is it?" You asked with a frown.

"You taste like champagne," he softly bit you, "and now i'll never have a normal podium again," he kept interrupting himself with kisses, "because i'll smell or drink the champagne and i'll think of this," another peck, "of having you sat like this, half naked in my lap and I'll probably get hard because of it." You could feel the cheeky smile against your body, "And trust me baby, i plan on getting a lot of podiums next season."

Distracted with his words and imagining them happening, you didn't feel his hand trailing down towards your pussy, and to say that area wasn't currently craving his attention would be a blatant lie, so when his fingers pushed against your clothed clit, it was perfect reasonably, the sharp gasp that left your mouth.

"Charles." You moaned.

"Je te touche à peine, chérie." I’m barely touching you, darling. He teased and pushed your panties aside, two fingers immediately tracing around your folds.

But you needed to stop him.

"Stop, this is about you tonight. Tu es le champion du monde. Je veux bien te traiter comme cela." You’re the champion of the world. I wanna treat you as such. You rushed.

"Tu veux me traiter comme champion?" You really wanna treat me like a champion. He asked and slowly started putting pressure on your entrance

"Ouais." Your eyes screwed shut as he teased you.

"Alors laisse moi faire ça. Then let me do this. I want to see you cum on my fingers. Ça me fera beaucoup de plaisir." That would make me really happy. He said with a head tilt to the side and a teasing smile, telling you to reconsider.

His words, although said in a playful tone, had you feeling weak and questioning your plans but you put up a fight.

"No, Charles." You gasped the words out because he decided to push in two fingers just a bit, enough to make you want to beg for more.

"Oh, c'mon. You're telling me you don't want my fingers inside you right now?" He teased again, "Comme ci, je veux dire." Like so, i mean. He pushed them in completely, knuckle deep, curled them to hit your spot and stilled his hand.

Charles knew the right way to make you admit you wanted him. He always knew his way around your needs and your body.

"Cause it would be a shame if you didn't want that... Makes me feel like a real fucking champion, seeing you shaking from just my fingers." He started pulling out then.

"Fuck-" you groaned, "Fuck, okay Charles."

He literally grinned and pumped his fingers inside you and just like that, your breathing turned straggled and you started relying on his chest for support.

Slowly, he started moving his fingers in and out, scissoring them and making you feel the stretch with every thrust of his hand. He wasn't wrong when he said he could make you shake just from this and your current state, your reaction to the agonizingly slow speed was proof.

You started rolling your hips to meet his movements, a subconscious act because your body needed more than this torture.

Charles smiled knowingly but your panties and needing to keep pushing them aside were annoying him beyond words. He flipped you over and laid you down on the bed then withdrew his fingers and hooked them into your underwear instead.

You watched as he dragged them down your legs and tossed them behind him, spreading your legs after that and glancing at your glistening pussy.

"So wet." He swiped a finger from your clit to your entrance, making you squirm, "And you weren't gonna let me touch you."

"Baby." you complained, your hips bucking like they had a mind of their own by now.

Charles looked up at you and your eyes spontaneously met his. Sure, there was no denying that he enjoyed getting the attention and releases during sex, but he loved it equally, having you spread out in front of him, watching you come because of him, seeing your face twist in pleasure under him. He would never get used to the feeling of having you in such a vulnerable position, just for him.

"Laisse les écartés pour moi, ouais?" Leave them spread for me, yeah? He instructed, patting your thighs after spreading them himself.

You nodded without a second thought and watched the way he pushed his fingers back in slowly, his fingertips coming in contact with your g-spot instantly, pulling a loud moan of his name out of you, your breathing becoming more unsteady with every stroke he made inside of you. Still, as you adjusted to the feeling of two fingers, you started feeling the need for something of increased intensity.

"Charles- More, please." You whined.

"D'accord, but let me hear you, bébé. I want that." He referred back to you telling him tonight is supposed to be revolving around his pleasure.

"Fuck, okay." You agreed.

Happy with that, he went against your expectations and sucked your clit between his lips instead of adding a third finger. He got the reaction he anticipated since his name left your lips in a squeal.

You felt him run his mouth over the sensitive nub, keeping the pace he was thrusting his fingers at steady. Within seconds, you were already loosing control of your thoughts and half of your words seemed to have been forgotten. His name and a mix of curse words seemed to be all you knew.

Moan after moan motivated Charles to keep going and got him hard again, worse than before. He was starting to have a growing desperation to feel the warmth of your pussy around his cock as he thrust into you and filled you so perfectly. The thought alone made him groan against you and just like a chain reaction, your hips lifted off the bed, so he groaned again and when you pushed against his mouth, a third finger slipped inside of you too.

"Oh my god." You gasped and Charles instantly felt your walls tighten, so he picked up the pace and replaced his mouth on your clit with his thumb.

He glanced towards you. Your head was digging back into the mattress and your eyes were force shut while your lips were hanging open, heavy breaths and small moans leaving them as he watched. He was quick to realize how close you were.

"Let go for me, baby." He soothed.

That was all it took for you to orgasm, squirming on the bed while Charles carried on with his movements, easing you through your release and kissing your inner thighs softly.

Once you came down off your high, he pulled his hands away and sucked his fingers clean under your burning looks.

After that show of his was over, you patted the bed next to you while holding eye contact with him.

He frowned and sat down so you straddled him, your hands on his shoulders and your lips trailing from his chest to his neck.

"What are we doing maintenant, chérie?" He asked and reached over to brush you hair away.

"Maintenant, you veux te féliciter proprement, mon champion." Now, i wanna congratulate you properly, my champion. As you spoke, you applied some force against him, urging him to lay down and as soon as he caught onto where you were going with this, he plopped back on the mattress, his arms folded under his head to playfully show anticipation as a grin took over his face.

"Men..." you jokingly rolled your eyes and leaned forward to peck his lips, "but you know what? Might as well keep them there." You referred to his arms and shrugged.

He didn't take you seriously at first, but he still watched you unhook your bra and fling it off onto the floor, exposing your erect nipples to him, you hands trailed over them lightly, what made you groan.

Charles reached over and rubbed them himself but was surprised to see you pin back his hands.

"Baby, remember i told you to sit back and relax?" You felt his forearms flex under your touch.

He looked confused as he nodded.

"Well, now might be the time to do it."

With no other protest coming your way, you moved a hand away from his and wrapped it around his hard cock, directing it to trace between your wet folds, making both you and Charles moan.

"But no teasing." He warned and you nodded and circled your clit with his tip just a few time before pointing him to your entrance.

"Bah, regarde moi au moins." Well, look at me at least. Charles protested.

Realistically speaking, he could easily break free of your hold and tilt your head towards him but he didn't really wanna do that. He was enjoying having you in control for a change, enjoying this as his private celebration.

Therefore, he was delighted that your gaze locked with just as you began sinking down on him, your warmth enveloping him and making him breath harder.

Neither of you could say anything, both of you so taken by the feeling and the eye contact that has never been so intense before.

But when he was completely filling you up, stretching you out to his girth and bottoming out inside of you, the sharp inhales on both your ends were inevitable as this was much deeper than usual when he was on top. You could practically feel him in the pit of your stomach.

The feeling left you squeezing him already, trying to get accustomed to the new angle. It's not that you never rode him before but it was a rare occurrence.

"Fuck, give me a second - feels too good already." You laid on his chest and panted until it became torture not to move as it felt like you were just teasing him and yourself at that point. If you didn't have his hands pinned above his head, Charles would've definitely had them moving comfortingly up and down your back but he settled for a kiss onto your forehead instead. It was comforting nonetheless.

Once you got used to how it feels, having him so deep inside you, you got back up and was met with a smile from him, the blue-green of his eyes shining brighter under the hotel lights.

You retightened your grip on his arms, using them for support too and starting circling your hips.

"Merde - juste comme ça." Shit - just like that. He praised, his hands practically itching to find your waist and guide you to a faster pace but he was resisting the urge, "tu es si belle d'ici." You’re so beautiful from here. He complemented, watching the way your tits bounce when you shifted to moving up, having him slide out then sink back in. He was now bucking his hips into you to meet your movements halfway..

"Charles..." you moaned, your walls tightening under his effect, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm.

“I know, baby.” He groaned too, his eyes shutting at the feeling of you clenching him.

At that point, no patience was lost on this, by neither of you. The whole agreement about not needing to go fast was long forgotten as you both ached for more, the urgency of that need overpowering all your movements. That showed itself so clear in the way you were now rapidly moving on his cock, alternating between upwards movements and rolling your hips, both of the patterns bringing so much pleasure to you and Charles.

You quickly felt your self close to another orgasm within moments so you forced yourself to regain some composure, your focus shifting back onto Charles and the way the veins in his arms were popping as he put everything in him into resisting the need to free his hands of your hold. Soft moans were escaping through his lips, even with his teeth digging into the lower one and he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Charles…” you called out for him.

He shook his head in question.

“Do you want me to let go of your arms?” You asked, knowing fully well he could absolutely take care of that himself.

Charles nodded so quick, “Fuck, yes.”

However, before doing that, you stilled your movements and leaned forward to connect your lips to his. His head lifted off the bed as he attempted to take control of the kiss but you were still the one setting the increasingly exhilarating pace. Charles wasn’t exactly having it anymore.

You felt him straining against your hold so you let go and within the blink of an eye, his hands were stood on your hips.

“Tu vas me rendre fou, tu le sais?” You’re gonna make me crazy, you know? He grunted as his touch trailed upper on your body, his fingers fingers your nipples immediately. You couldn’t help but moan, the sound reciprocated since his actions made you squeeze around his hard cock.

“Move.” He urged, “S’il te plaît, chérie.” Please, darling.

You didn’t hesitate to give him exactly what he wanted, bouncing up and down, watching his hazy looks as his eyes focused on the way he repeatedly disappeared inside you.

Your eyes didn’t leave his face once. You kept admiring him as his breaths became quicker and his parted pink lips let go of small moans and whimpers. Eventually, he felt the need to take matters onto his own hands for a little.

His firm grip started guiding your movements, his heels planted onto the bed allowing him to thrust up into you simultaneously. Your hands moved to rest on his abs, relying on him for support as every movement of his shook your body.

Charles gradually lost control of his body. His fingers were digging into your hips and his thrusts were falling out of rythme but still meeting your movements perfectly.

As you felt that and the newfound irregularity, you also felt your orgasm approaching and judging by the way Charles’ groans had changed, his was too.

As if you needed any more confirmation, he felt you take control again and within seconds you felt him twitch.

Your name left his mouth in breathless whimpers as you felt him releasing deep inside you, triggering your own orgasm and make you squirm as it ripped through you.

“Fuck, Charles…” you moaned as you let go then took a sharp inhale.

“Felicitations, mon champion.” Congratulations, my champion. You said and collapsed on his heaving chest, listening to his drumming heart and racing heartbeat.

“Merci, bébé.” He replied and even though he wasn’t in your line of sight, you could hear the smile in his tone.

As the heavy breaths toned down and you recovered, Charles pulled out, brought the covers over the two of you and started brushing through your tangled hair.

“You’re really gonna think of this in podiums?” You asked, amused by the thought.

“Probably.” He chuckled and you felt the vibrations beneath you.

Silence reigned for a while following that but Charles broke it eventually.

“This was the best congratulations. Ça c’est assez évident pour moi.” That is very obvious to me. He teased.

“You want more of it?” You half-joked.

Charles looked at you with an entertained smile, but was already feeling himself get hard again.

“What?” He laughed.

You didn’t answer. You just slipped under the covers.

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Diary Of a Part Time Puppy (JJK)

(Sneak Peak) (Shifter au, Hurt/comfort, magical Realism, Eventual Polyamory)

Summary: Both you and Jungkook are outsiders in your respective species. You- a witch without a coven, and Jungkook- a wolf without a pack. But together you make something of a family.

Pairing: Jk x reader, Eventual Ot7 x reader, eventual polyamory,

Tags: Alpha! Jk, Witch! reader, Touch-starved Jk, hurt/comfort, angst, childhood neglect, parent loss, implied abuse, orphan! Jk, loneliness, depression, Isolation, Jungkook needs a hug, fluff, magical realism, mention of parallel universes.

W/c: 9.2k

A/n: This is part one to my newest series! there will only be 4 parts to this one (i swear 😭 no more than four), i’m so excited to share this with you guys <3 i’m really really loving this version of jk. This is an unapologetically cute story and i’m not going to apologize for purposefully writing something that will make your feet kick.

Sneak Peak: Somewhere in the past.

Shifter kids tend to come to the orphanage in waves and batches with the breeding season; lost because the mountain packs have a tendency towards disorganization or brutal practices that the government can’t ignore and deem worthy of ‘rescue placements’

Never mind the fact that being separated from their pack is far more traumatic than many of these practices. like many other things in his life, jungkook doesn’t have a choice. There is no pack lobbying for his return, no parents that show up like large shadows on the periphery of the fences just to watch their pups or howls from far off in the night whispering his name. there are no court dates promising reunification.

for Jungkook- there is no one.

There are maybe 12 others in his immediate year so at first nothing about Jungkook seems out of the ordinary. he’s just a dark splotch in a rambunctious batch of different pelt colors. All of them are kept on tight leashes (sometimes literally) because shifter pups are a handful- let alone when they don't have a pack structure or any omegean parents to scent them docile or an alpha parent to scruff them stupid.

But as Jungkook gets older it gets harder and harder to hide how he differs, even from the other shifters.

First, he was just the fluffiest pup. A little curly-haired wolf with fur as dark as pitch. The color of the forest on nights when there is no moon made to blend in for the hunt. Ironic then that he was scared of the dark.

They think that maybe he’ll grow into another coat. But he overhears a visitor murmuring that pups with dark coats are bad luck, that they foretell a pack that won’t stay together or a lone wolf (they use Jungkook’s predicament as a self-fulfilling prophecy).

The more he blends in the safer he'll be, but blending in gets harder and harder as he grows and grows and grows.

It was cute at 6 when he was a little extra bulky and a little more to cuddle, when the handlers and volunteers at the orphanage would let out little ‘ooofs’ when he’d flop over their laps for belly rubs.

It got less cute when he’d outgrown most of his peers and achieved the stature of an average wild wolf by age 9. By then, no one bothered him or tried to nip at his blanket, too scared that he'd nip at theirs and leave big rips in them.

He reached the size of a full grown shifter by age 12, and He was downright terrifying by 14 when he reached the size of a full grown horse. Big paws and a long shaggy tail that got hair everywhere, a big barrel-shaped body that didn't fit through most doorways.

And It didn’t stop there. He just got larger. By long deemed un-adoptable by 16. Too old and too big and too much (yet somehow never enough).

Jungkook didn’t stop growing. By 18, He was the largest shifter that he'd ever seen. Everyone who saw him also told him he was the largest shifter anyone had ever seen.

He wasn't anything like his wolf form while human either. Too quiet and small and shy, scared of thunder and anything with too many legs. Wary of overcooked vegetables and afraid of the dark and his own shadow.

Jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever going to outgrow that.

They don’t put nightlights in the shifter pups’ rooms, they say it’s supposed to help them develop better night vision. But Jungkook can't help but squeeze his eyes shut as tight as he can- telling himself that when he opens them it will be daylight again, that the shadows will stop dancing with something just out of reach. Hidden monsters that Jungkook can almost see, can almost feel their claws sinking into his skin or combing through his fur.

Looks can be deceiving; Even in his wolf form he only ever wanted to cuddle and lick at the other pups, he only ever wanted to bump sides with them and sate the tireless itch in his chest that the others seemed not to feel. The wanting- the restlessness- The ache for hands to touch him and make his body feel real.

He stopped dragging his sleeping pad off his bottom bunk and over to his neighbors when he was six, but it’s always hard to sleep. His bed is too cold, too absent of other scents. Instincts that he doesn’t understand reach out for hands and love that isn’t there. Nose searched the air for a familiar scent- anyone that smelled safe.

But Jungkook won’t know what love smells like for a long long time.

It didn’t take long until he was excluded from games with the other pups- His presence was too much of an advantage to tip victory in one team’s favor, he was too fast when it came to tag, his teeth too sharp to play soccer without bursting the ball.

It wasn’t long until even the friendliest of hands started to hesitate before they pet him, and fear started to gather like a storm cloud whenever he walked into the room. There's Jungkook- the big one, the dangerous one, the one that looks more like a real wolf than the others.

It didn’t take long for them to start calling him a monster.

It took even less for him to begin and believe it.

Coming Saturday January 7th at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments below)

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bugsbenefit · 1 year

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attraction in ST

or. oh god stop stripping the show of it's themes no please no it needs those, stopppp

actually making this post now bc i'm sick of people claiming anything remotely sexual or even kissing happening to the party (an opinion that often pops up in the context of byler) in s5 would be horrible, sexualising, or out of character for the show

ST has always had a realistic approach to kids growing into their sexualities. the show's never shied away from directly addressing sex and sexual feelings so i'm honestly amazed by the extremely puritan interpretation of the show. i'm assuming, in good faith, that a big part of it is coming from people not having seen the actual show in ages and are just forgetting how explicitly the show handles sexuality. instead of just assuming it's from culturally raised christian people, who feel uncomfortable seeing any portrayal of sexuality, no matter how tasteful or realistic

i'm also saying all this as an ace person myself, i get not being into sex and not wanting to see it. however, refusing to acknowledge entire themes of a fictional show just because i don't experience them is bizarre to me. sexuality is vitally important to a lot of the characters and isn't just there to be fun(gross). essentially, ST is the opposite of porn without plot

so just as a little reminder what's actually IN Stranger Things. canonically.

sorry i had this sc for ages and wanted to include it Somewhere, so here you go. at a little starter... dorry

also this is an old draft seeing the light of day now, if anything's worded weird it's bc i didn't read all of it over again so oops, grammar hard?

TLDR: the show has never shied away from explicitly addressing sexuality. buying into the puritan fanon version of the show is going to make your s5 viewing experience worse because that show doesn't exist

season 1

we're starting the show off with Stancy, which is very sexually charged in general. (even in s4 Nancy still experiences physical attraction to Steve despite them having unchanged compatibility) the plot surrounding them in s1 explicitly focuses on Nancy having sex with Steve and later regretting that choice. the scene that everyone remembers, is of course, the "explicit" (not really, because ST is really tasteful with how it shows these teens explore themselves) sex scene

they're in sophomore and junior year of highschool here. around 15 and 16 years old - yet the show doesn't shy away from letting them figure things out. and it's not like this sexual theme is contained in only that scene. it keeps coming back the whole season as Nancy tries to sort her feelings out and deals with the aftermath of that night

also sidenote here while still at Steve and his party: even Steve's friends are very casual with their sexualities. and yes, they can even explicitly mention sex and specific sexual acts, no holding back here

Nancy's character conflict in s1 very much hinges on her sexuality and sexual themes. and it's not like there is a magic you need to be at least this old rule to know what sex is on the show like so many people seem to believe, because even 12 year old Mike seems to very much know what his sister and Steve are up to. he even goes out of his way to use it against her

iconic line! but i've seen insane takes trying to spin this into something not alluding to something sexual. i'm sorry to say if he doesn't think they're full on having sex he at least thinks they're getting very intimate with each other regardless

so not even the youngest characters on the show are "innocent and pure" the way fandom likes to claim when it comes to sexuality. and of course they aren't. real 12 year olds know what sex is, they're young not oblivious

and the following seasons make that even more obvious

season 2

as of s2 the kids are getting more involved with the sexual jokes, not just making them about other people but even being directly involved with those themes themselves. which is also realistic. with 13 sexuality starts to get thrown your way by every possible form of media. lots of them start developing crushes, have no idea how relationships work, etc. it's messy, typical teens thrown into the dating game. (i say all of this from a developmental media psychology perspective thanks uni and not personal experience sorry lmao, i'm a bit too ace to have my own input here)

s2 features comedic and awkward mentions of sex(ual activity) towards Lucas and Max,

older peers giving their 13 year old friends well meant advice on how relationships work,

and has even younger characters play around with attraction/kissing/love as well, which is incredibly normal for kids to do at that age

they're all young and the show treats growing up realistically. while the theme of attraction or sexuality gets more relevant for them (in scenes that are often received with awkwardness by the characters themselves) the show offers them safe territory to stand on. none of them are directly confronted with sexuality and are instead offered people to seek advice from for example

meanwhile the sexuality theme for the older kids is still very much explicit. just as Nancy's arc is still heavily tied to her romance and sexuality (which ties into her non conformity themes - she's an ambition driven person trying to escape the culdesac life first and foremost)

not only do we get another sex scene (this time with a cut away), there's also explicit jokes about it after

sexuality on the show is continuously awkward and messy. Jonathan and Nancy are only 16-17 here - no one really knows what they're doing or what the right way to go ahead is and Jonathan rightfully almost does a spittake here. out of pocket Murray

sexuality. is. awkward. (we get is s2 thanks)

season 3

s3 gets even more explicit with it's awkward puberty sexuality themes

from Dustin talking about how much he likes kissing Suzie (and her liking him not having teeth for it?) which weirds Steve out to the repeating, awkwardly received, "happy screams joke" (which gets a callback in later scene)

sexuality is still awkward for them. it's a realistic approach to what 14 year olds act like and know. they're actively dating by now, they're kissing people And have messy relationship situations. all while still acknowledging knowing what sex and attraction is, duh, of course they know that. but i'm explicitly pointing it out because i see obscene amounts of people claiming the characters are completely sheltered and even implying that they know what sex is would be gross. to that i say, do you not remember being 14???

and while i'm at s3, also let it be mentioned that even the adults are suffering at the hands of the sexuality theme here. Hopper's hookups with random women are focused on in s1, but now that he's getting closer with Joyce they get very explicitly told to just have sex. literally

not putting the whole dialogue in here, i already have too many images because there's so many sex mentions in this show and he really just tells them their mating ritual is painful and they should tear their clothes off and fuck right now

thanks Murray, always insightful

season 4

and s4 has stopped just confronting the kids with the existence of sexuality, but is tentatively starting to explore mature themes more directly - which allows them to tentatively start exploring their own sexualities instead of just having to acknowledge the general concept of sexuality

Max gets to ogle shirtless Steve

Lucas has something under his bed that's never confirmed as anything except "100/10 gross" but had 90% of the audience i saw immediately assume something sexual (magazines or the like)

and has a bunch more direct nudges, from the kids "experimenting sexually" as Murray says

to Argyle explicitly telling Jonathan he needs to have sex with Nancy again

to Hopper and Joyce's escalating make out in a church while shirtless

to visual innuendos (i'm looking at you hose scene. this one wouldn't be such a big deal if there wasn't a genuine moral panic about it last year. which was crazy. people literally had to pretend the scene didn't exist to escape the witchhunting mobs, except instead of being killed for magic it'd be for looking at a canon scene and acknowledging it. crazy times - aside from that there's also more visuals you can take as innuendos in s4e1 which there's already posts about out there so i'm not getting into them here, i'm more focused on the overt textual references)

to Yuir extensively talking about pleasing women and making them cum (I'm sparing you from that, the sc in at the top was already enough)

to explicit graffities all over the place, like here as an example "give me head until i'm dead" which is in frame for the whole phone call and Steve talking about his bitchlesness. and is also some of the only easily legible text (i hope this is readable, most of my screenshots kind of died a bit so maybe you need to look at an actual clip to see the text)

that is aside from the "DRUGS" poster which touches on another point s4 makes. the show doesn't just explore sexuality, it also puts the kids into more mature situations in general (not talking about the deaths, this is a horror show), specifically drugs

Jonathan uses weed as a coping mechanism the whole season and Eddie even sells the stuff in full bags (insane weed selling practices btw, even i know that). Chrissy (17-18) wants to do weed and ketamine. and we also see Lucas (14) hungover after drinking at a party for the first time

the show does not shy away from portraying realistic teen experiences

Murray called s4 very well, the kids pound some bears, smoke some ganja, play nintendo, and experiment sexually

literally. you have drinking, weed, and confusing queer sexualities. they took this list step by step

and all of those pretty normal things teens tend to explore. and i say that as someone who was decidedly not into those things. the ace experience is a bit different, but i can still acknowledge how that period was like for my allo friends and people in general

there is an extreme push in this fandom to reject any form of sexual jokes or references in the show, made mostly by people being uncomfortable with portrayals of sexuality. however, the themes not only still exist, they're also very prominent throughout all 4 seasons and are important to a lot of the characters directly

and it's also noteworthy here to see how ST approaches it's sexuality theme. it grows with the characters. starting out as jokes and being received with awkwardness to slowly letting them figure things out on their own time and turns. an extremely realistic progression and very common for coming of age narratives such as ST. it's a far cry from shows exploring sexuality or sexual themes for the sake of the viewers enjoyment like Euph0ria (don't want it to show up in tags)

based on what we currently know s5 could very well be taking place in 1988 or later which would place the party at around 16-17 years old. going into the season with the fanon version of the show that is completely clean and non sexual will 100% set you up for disaster

ST is very realistic and non exploitative with it's exploration of teen sexuality so there is obviously nothing to worry about in the sexualization department, that's just puritan fear mongering. however, it's very likely that we're going to get more than holding hands or pecks on the lips from the characters that are now older than characters we've explicitly seen hook up before. there could be more intimate scenes or making out, yes. but there's also at least one basically guaranteed vulgar joke in there, all seasons have them

there's no real theorizing or speculation about s5 here, anything could happen and i'm not placing bets, i want the characters narratives to be wrapped up well first and foremost and trust the writers to do it well. however, going into s5 with some of the mindsets i've seen circulating on here and expecting the show to be "clean" and cater to a version of it that's never existed outside of purified fandom could genuinely make you feel blindsided by the shows canon themes

not targeted at anyone or anything specifically, just using this as a bit of a reality check of what the show is actually like after recently rewatching all of it in one go

#stranger things #you see people here get attacked for harmless kissing fics bc it's 'too sexual' meanwhile the canon show has teens explicitly having sex #the contrast is just crazy #lets not pretend half the show doesn't exist just bc it makes you uncomfortable #byler #because it's Relevant in that tag lmao #finally posting this older one (i'm even tagging it bc i'm so brave) since we're finally starting to be able to talk about the show like #you'd talk about any other show normally #and we're ignoring the puritans #sure why not talk more about the canon show

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