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chamomiletealeaf · 2 months

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Warnings: afab! fem reader, spanking, dacryphilia, squirting, hair pulling, tiny bit of degredation? Bratty reader

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, Captain?”

You cross your arms and look up at Price during a briefing, standing as if you were taller than him. You had strongly disagreed with a decision he made for a future mission and the rest of the Task Force was staring at you in awe of your sudden assertiveness and attitude towards your superior.

He wanted to go in to take down the Shadow Company and rip them apart from the inside out, sending you in first as bait, and you had argued that would be too obvious something was up. You proposed infiltration would be better, stealthier, and you would go in first and have Gaz lead you around base through the cams until safe for the others to sneak in too.

But Price was not having it with your disagreement and sassy attitude like a spoiled teenager arguing with her dad for not getting something she wants.

“I’m not letting you go in with risk of being caught and killed. Graves is a narcissist, going against him is dangerous. Much easier to pretend you come in peace, alone. It would boost his damned ego.” Price says.

“He’s not fucking stupid. He fooled us all. Only someone as equally dense as him would think that’s a good plan.” You snap back at him.

The 141 stare at you, scared for what Price is gonna say next. His eyebrows raise in disbelief at your insult, and he steps closer, slowly and carefully to you.

“Watch your tongue soldier.” He growls at you through clenched teeth.

And that’s how you got here, looking up at him asking what he’s gonna do about it.

He then grabs you by the back of your neck, spinning you around and pushing you towards the door which he slams open with his free palm, leaving the rest of the team watching in shock at what the hell just happened, and even more so the cliffhanger of not knowing what is going to happen.

Price shoves you into his office, slamming the door behind him and pushing you towards his desk, stumbling over your feet.

“Gonna teach you some fucking manners. What the fuck’s runnin’ through that stubborn little mind of yours that’s got you thinkin’ you can talk to me that way?” He says, caging you in between him and the desk making you lean back while he places his palms on either side of you. His voice dripping with anger.

You don’t break and continue your arguing with him.

“Well maybe if you talked to me before making me the center of some bullshit plan then I’d have some respect for your decisions.” You spit back at him.

He spins you around and slams you against the desk, pressing your cheek into the cold wood of it while your palms fly up onto the desk to catch yourself.

He leans in to your ear, pressing his body flush against yours, one hand in your hair pressing your face into the surface of the desk and another between your shoulder blades to keep you steady.

“Yeah? Well maybe if you weren’t such a fucking brat and learned to watch that pretty little mouth of yours I wouldn’t have to do this would I? But this is what you wanted, wasn’t it.” He whispers darkly into your ear, and you feel yourself throbbing at the way he’s manhandling you and saying such dirty things to you.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamed of this, but you can’t let him know that. No, you were stubborn, you couldn’t let him win that easily.

“Fuck you.” You say through your smushed cheeks, and Price laughs.

“Yeah, bet you wanted that too.” He says amused.

“Gonna teach you a real good fuckin’ lesson yeah? Maybe you’ll learn when to shut your fuckin’ mouth.” He says as he yanks you up by your hair and you hiss.

He pulls you with him behind his desk and he sits in his chair, pulling you down with him and you fall over his lap.

“Yeah that’s it. Over my lap.”

You whine at his roughness and the pain from pulling your hair, still trying to process what’s happening.

Then, Price’s hand yanks your cargos down, leaving you in a cute lacy thong.

“Oh sweetheart, this what you’ve been hidin’ under all this?” He chuckles villainously. “Wonder if what you got under that shirt matches.” He smirks, and all you can do is whine in shock of what he’s doing to you, but fuck did you love every second of it.

His amused tone then turns angry again as he pulls you up by your hair again, forcing you to crane your neck back to look at him, hands gripping his thigh.

“Gonna spank this pretty little ass fuckin’ raw until you apologize to me.” He says, then shoved your head back down to fall over his thigh.

He rubs a hand over your ass, massaging your cheeks and then he lifts his hand up, and forcefully brings it back down.

Smack

The sound of his palm slapping your skin echoes in the small room of his office, and you yelp at the force of it. Price laughs again at your submissiveness.

“Not so chatty now are you?” He says as he lifts his hand back up and you squeeze your eyes shut in preparation of the next spank.

Smack

Price keeps spanking your ass harder and faster until it’s red with his handprint branded onto your ass cheeks, nothing but the sound of your whimpers, the slapping of skin, and his dirty words filling the room. You refuse to give him the apology he wants both because of your stubborn, bratty self, but also because this was making you soak your panties like you never have before. This was a dream come true having your Captain manhandle you and punish you the way you deserved for being so smart-mouthed with him.

“This is what you get, when you fuckin’ smack. backtalk smack. me smack. you get spanked smack. Like you deserve smack. You fucking smack. Little minx.”Smack.

Price delivers three more fast and hard spanks to your ass until he hears you sniffle.

Your head is hanging down over his knee so he can’t see the tears rolling down your cheeks from the pain of Price’s hand smacking your ass repeatedly.

“Aww sweetheart.” He says before he laughs to himself.

“Are those tears? What, you gonna cry from a few little spanks to this pretty little ass?” He asks in mock sympathy with a smirk on his face.

You sniffle again and whimper not answering him, still hiding your face.

He tugs your hair up to see your tear stained pouty face.

“Aww those are tears.” He fakes a frown, mocking your expression.

“You can make this all stop if you just say you’re sorry love.”

“Mm mm” you shake your head, a few more tears escaping your eyes and rolling down your cheeks, making him chuckle darkly again.

“You know.” He says as his hand creeps its way down to your clothed pussy, rubbing right where you were practically gushing out of your thong all over the both of your thighs.

“If you weren’t so wet, or rubbing your little clit all over my knee, I’d believe you didn’t want this to stop from your stubbornness. But I think you like getting spanked don’t you sweetheart?”

You just whine in response and rub your pussy over his knee again, not caring about letting him win anymore. You just wanted him to make you cum now.

He laughs at how pathetic you look and he moves your thong out of the way to stick a finger in your dripping pussy.

“Oh fuck love, you’re even wetter than I fuckin’ thought.” He says as he pumps his finger in and out of you slowly, other hand still gripping your hair so you keep eye contact with him.

“You apologize, and I’ll let you cum. Got it?” He says sternly.

You hesitate for a second, not really wanting to push your pride aside, but you needed to cum. Your pussy was throbbing and leaking so hard you couldn’t even think straight and you felt like it would never stop unless you got to cum.

You nod, and Price starts thrusting his finger in and out again. You hump his knee as your eyes roll back into your head. He lets go of your hair, making your head drop down again so he can spank you as he fingers you.

“Go on sweetheart. Say you’re sorry for being a brat.” He says bringing his palm down over your ass cheek again, making you jolt as he finger fucks you still.

Your mind goes fuzzy as he inserts another finger, his ring and middle finger fitting perfectly snug next to each other as they move in and out your sopping pussy.

You moan loudly at the sudden stretch which makes Price just finger you faster.

“That’s it. Keep rubbing that pussy on my knee. Rock those hips. Fuck you’re so damn tight. Such a pretty ass all marked up with my handprint.”

He remembers why he’s doing this in the first place and grips your hair one last time, pulling you up again.

“Say. It. Or I’ll fucking stop.”

You feel your orgasm get closer and closer and the thought of him stopping was worse than anything in this moment.

You look up at him, mouth open, fucked out look on your face with tears running down your cheeks now from pleasure instead of pain.

“I’m sorry. Fuck John I’m sorry. Just, please don’t stop.” You whimper out pathetically. “I won’t talkback to you again just please, let me cum.”

Price smirks and stops his movements, which makes you whine out loud.

He leans down to your face, licking your tears off your cheek before dragging his tongue up to your ear to whisper: “Good.”

He sits back up and speeds up even faster, fucking you so good with his fingers as you continue to hump his knee. Your hands are gripping his thighs for leverage as you feel yourself at the edge of your release.

“Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking fingers. Show me how sorry you are.” He demands, grip still tight on your hair and fingers pumping in and out faster and faster each time.

“Fuck John I- I’m, I’m cumming fuck-“ you babble out right before you roll your eyes back and squirt all over your bare thighs, Price’s clothed thigh, and his hand as your orgasm rips through your body making your pussy pulse around his fingers.

“Oh fuck sweetheart. Yeah look at that. Soaking my hand, fuck. Squeezing me so good.”

He fingers you through your orgasm, then he lets go of your hair and you drop your head down trying to catch your breath.

Price pulls your now soaked thong back over your pussy and pulls your cargos back up, wiping his hand on his own. He then helps you up to sit on his lap and you curl up on him, leaning your head into his neck.

“How you feelin’ sweetheart?” He asks.

You hum in response, closing your eyes.

“Listen, we can discuss the plan over again. I won’t force you to do anything you’re that uncomfortable doing.” He tells you.

You open your eyes.

“Funny you think I was ever going to listen to you in the first place.” You retort with a smirk.

He laughs.

“God, what am I gonna do with you?” He asks jokingly.

“Well if it’s anything like what you just did, then I’m in full compliance.”

You both laugh and you snuggle back into his chest, both knowing you were definitely going to back talk him again, but also both glad you ever did.

tag: @pearisvlogs

#call of duty #cod #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #john price #captain john price #captain price #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader

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marvelsmylife · 1 month

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Enchanted

Pairing: Cassian x reader

Plot: Cassian finds his mate during Starfall

A/n I was watching the Eras tour last night (yes I’m a die hard Swiftie) and was inspired to write this when she performed Enchanted. I decided to write it about Cassian because I feel like he needs more love on here.

Cassian really didn’t want to be here celebrating, not when a few months ago he nearly died during the battle with Hybern. He reluctantly agreed, only because he wanted to please his high lord and lady, but if it was up to him, he would be locked away in his room.

After only being at the celebration for a few hours, Cassian was ready to make an excuse to leave the party.

That’s when he spotted you in the middle of the dance floor, dancing alone, with no care in the world. Cassian couldn’t help but admire your free spirit and wondered if you came to the celebration with a significant other or if you came here with friends. He didn’t know why, but he started growing jealous at the thought of you possibly being here with another male.

“That’s y/n,” Rhysand commented, and scared Cassian because he didn’t realize his brother was standing next to him: “She’s good friends with Feyre,” Rhysand added when he realized Cassian was probably wondering how he knew what your name was: “You should go dance with her. From what Feyre has told me, she got out of a relationship not long ago and is trying to get out and have some fun.”

The old Cassian would jump at the chance to bed a beautiful female like yourself, but he couldn’t bring him to do it, at least not tonight: “I’m not like that anymore,” Cassian replied.

Rhysand gave Cassian an amused look at his explanation and earned a punch from his brother: “I’m trying not to be like that anymore. I want what you and Feyre have. I want to find my mate but don’t know how I’ll find her. How did you know Feyre was your mate?”

Rhysand began explaining what he felt before finding out Feyre was his mate. Halfway through Rhysand’s explanation, Cassian couldn’t help but look over at you again and felt as if someone knocked the wind out of him. Rhysand seemed to notice and patted Cassian on the shoulder: “I’m going to repeat myself: go ask y/n, your mate to dance.”

Without giving himself a chance to second guess himself, Cassian walked up to you and lightly tapped your shoulder: “How can I-” You went silent when you made eye contact with Cassian: “General Cassian, how may I help you?”

“Dance with me?” Cassian asked, point blank: “Please?”

There were gasps from jealous females as they watched Cassian extend his hand to you: “I would be honored to dance with you,” you smiled at Cassian and took his hand.

Luck seemed to be on Cassian’s side that night because the second he pulled you up against his chest, a slow song started playing. “So general,” you spoke to break the tension between the two of you: “How are you enjoying Starfall?”

“Please, call me Cassian, and it’s better now that I’m dancing with the most beautiful female in all of Prythian,” Cassian replied; a warm smile appeared on his face: “What about you?”

You tried not to let Cassian’s words get to you, but a shy smile crept up on your face at his compliment: “I was doing ok until a handsome Illyrian man complimented me, and now I don’t know how to act.”

Cassian felt his ego boost at your comment and found himself holding you a little tighter. He was about to ask you when Rhysand announced the show was about to begin. Cassian leaned in and whispered into your ear: “Come with me. I know a better view.”

You were going to question him where because you already had a perfect view of the sky when Cassian decided to carry you bridal style out and into the skies. “Cassian, where are you taking me. We’re going to miss the stars,” you asked while burying your face into Cassian’s chest.

“Don’t worry, we’ll still see it,” Cassian reassured you.

You were starting to get worried about where Cassian was taking you until he finally landed on a mountaintop. “Did you bring me here to get murdered?”

Cassian tried not to laugh at your question: “No, I didn’t bring you here to get murdered. I brought you here so we could watch this,” Cassian pointed to the sky and noticed the stars passing by: “I brought you here so we can watch this without any background noise.”

You were in awe as you looked up at the sky and saw stars shooting across the sky. “No matter how many times I’ve seen this, I’ll never get tired of it,” you gushed: “Good call coming over here to watch it. While I love celebrating with others, it’s nice to watch this in silence.”

While your eyes were glued to the sky, Cassian stared down at you with nothing but love and adoration. He couldn’t believe that after so long, he was finally face to face with this mate. His only problem was that he didn't know if he should let you know right away that you mates or if he should wait until you get to know each other better.

Feeling Cassian’s stare, you looked up at him confused: “What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” you started touching your cheeks.

Cassian found himself chuckling at your question and replied: “No. I’m just admiring your beauty,” causing your cheeks to turn warm.

“You Illyrian males are something else,” you smiled at the Illyrian male.

Something inside Cassian finally snapped, and he found himself leaning in to kiss you. You were expecting the kiss to be rough and rushed, but it was the complete opposite. Cassian was kissing you so gently, like he was afraid you were going to break under his touch. His large, rough hands were resting at the small of your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You didn’t know how long you kissed Cassian, but you started craving more of him. He was all you could think of, and you started to feel a sense of dread at the mere thought of being away from him. As soon as Cassian pulls away, you hear the words you never thought you’d hear in your lifetime, especially from someone like Cassian: “I thought I’d never find you, my beautiful mate.”

“Mate?” you repeated in surprise: “We’re mates?”

Cassian simply nodded, worried sketched on his face. He was afraid you would reject him, even though you shared what he thought was an extraordinary kiss.

“Mates,” you repeated once again; this time, you smiled up at him: “You’re my mate.”

“I’m your mate,” Cassian leaned in again, but just as he was about to kiss you, he whispered: “Happy Starfall, my beautiful mate,” and kissed you again.

#cassian imagine #cassian x reader #acotar imagine #acotar x reader

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jihyoruri · 6 months

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— BUTTERFLIES: KIM CHAEWON

warnings: swearing, wow!kim chaewon x wow!yn i suggest you read my other wow fics before this one they’re in my masterlist <3

indie music filled the room, along with the smell of lavender coming out of air defuser, in said room was four ive members spending some quality time together.

yn sang along to lyrics as she lays her head on wonyoung’s lap who proceeded to run her fingers through the girls hair.

rei who was laying on her stomach across from the two girls brings her finger to yn’s neck and lightly grazes over one of yn’s many star tattoos, “I feel like I could’ve done better on this.” the japanese girl says referring to when she did stick and poke on yn’s neck when they were trainees.

“yeah.” yn replied lowly, her eyes still closed as rei gasps offended telling the girl that she wasn’t supposed to agree.

“I don’t even know why you allowed her to do that on you.” yujin said from yn’s bed, looking down on the girls on the floor.

“because I knew it would get on your nerves.” yn hums, her eyes still closed as she used to the feeling of wonyoung’s fingers through her hair, “and I like seeing you mad.”

a slight pain hits yn as wonyoung tugs on her hair, she opens her eyes and smiles lazily at the girl who looks down at her disapprovingly, “pulling my hair now jang?”

yn closes her eyes again before lowly saying, “didn’t know you were like that.”

rei’s laughs fill the room as wonyoung rolls her eyes and flicks yn’s forehead, “you’re such a kid.”

“leave her alone yn.” yujin says looking pointedly towards the girl who just waves her off, “she loves it.”

“sometimes I feel like choking you.” only yn can bring out the aggressive side of wonyoung.

yn opens her eyes and looks up at the girl who glares down at her, she fake winces and brings her hand to her neck, “promise?”

wonyoung let’s out a load groan as rei’s and now yujin’s laughs fill the room once again, “you’re never gonna win with her.” rei voices as her laughs calm down.

“I know..” wonyoung trails of before pinching yn’s cheek rather harshly which gains an ow from the girl who’s head rests on her lap.

“hey, yn?” yujin calls for the girl who rubs her cheek in pain, telling wonyoung that she has to kiss it better.

“yeah?”

“when was the last time you talked to chaewon unnie?”

the question alone was all it took to take yn’s attention off of wonyoung and on yujin, “a couple weeks ago, why?”

“I need you to do me a favour.”

yn raised a brow, she lifted her head up slightly and looked at yujin in question, “what type of favour?”

yujin sat up from the bed and looked at yn who had now switched her position and leaned her head on wonyoung’s shoulder. she scratched the back of her neck and looked off to the side.

“uh… I need you to hang out with her.” yujin said awkwardly, it shouldn’t have been but this situation was pretty awkward I mean who just asks their current group member to hang out with their ex group member?

yn let a laugh at the words that came out of yujin’s mouth earning a slap on the thigh by wonyoung, “why?” she asks rubbing her thigh before muttering to wonyoung to stop “abusing her.”

“she needs help.” yujin sighs, “she has a performance coming up and for some reason she’s having trouble with the dance.”

“what does that gotta do with me?”

rei laughs at yn’s words and wonyoung shakes her head, “be nice.” she says into yn’s ear.

“what am i supposed to say?” yn asks lifting her head to look at wonyoung who just gives her a stern look, in return yn pouts slightly and brings her head back to the girl’s shoulder and groans.

yujin rolls her eyes at the yn’s attitude, “yn you’re one of the best dancers I know.” she says to yn who blows her a kiss mockingly at the compliment, “so, I know that if anyone can help her with this dance it’s you, so please help her for my sake.”

yn lifts her head from wonyoungs shoulder and looks at yujin, “I’m only saying yes because you gave me an ego boost.” yn says to yujin who smiles brightly.

“that’s not good.” rei mutters in response, earning a glare from yn.

“ah! thank you yn.” yujin says as she gets down from yn’s bed and onto the floor wrapping her arms around yn, “this means a lot i couldn’t bare to see her so stressed.”

yn hums and wraps her arms around yujin’s waist, before looking at wonyoung and teasingly mouthing “this could be us.” in return wonyoung just rolls her eyes at the girls antics.

“okay,I’ll get the demo video from chaewon unnie and send it to you.” yujin says as she pulls away from yn, “you’ll probably start helping her on monday.”

“alright leader,” yn sighs leaning back down into wonyoung, “I’m hungry.” she looks up at wonyoung and smiles, “buy me food?”

wonyoyng sighs and pulls out her phone, “okay, what does everyone want.”

✮✮…

when yujin told chaewon that she knows someone who could help her with the choreography, she expected a choreographer that the girl might’ve known.

she did not expect yn of ive sitting on the practice room floor leaning on her one of her elbows with her phone in her face.

chaewon stood in shock.

it’s like you’re a curse.

she hasn’t spoken to yn since the last time she ran into her, it was a while ago but chaewon remembers it so vividly, the words fell off of yn’s tongue like water.

“I know you have a crush on me.”

which she did not of course.

that was a lie, yes the older girl has taken an interest in yn but who was yn to make such an assumption about her? even if she was right.

chaewon timidly walked into the room, she swallowed before opening her mouth, “uh..”

yn looks up at the sound of chaewon’s voice and a small smirk makes it’s way to her face, “hey unnie.”

“hey…” chaewon trails off, “so you’re helping me with the dance?” she asks praying that it’s not true, maybe yn was here to help her sister with something.

yn looks up at her from the ground and nods her head, “isn’t it obvious?”

chaewon doesn’t answer and just stares, no way this is happening to her she loves yujin but oh why?

yn laughs at the girls lack of words and continues, “let’s get started and not waste anytime.” she says getting up from the ground immediately towering over chaewon.

yn adjust the cap on her head and looks at chaewon, “okay, so I watched the demo and you’re doing monster by irene and seulgi.”

that was correct the performance was a cover of monster with a little bit of changes to the choreo to make it it’s own, yn was shocked to see that it was even more touchy than the original dance.

chaewon nods her head at the girls words and yn continues, “okay, who are you doing this cover with?”

chaewon let’s out a sigh and looks up at yn, “that’s one of the problems i don’t know, I’m just supposed to learn the dance and song do it with them on the day of the performance.”

yn furrows her eye brows at that, “that’s stupid.” she voices making chaewon nod her head in agreement.

“okay so you think you’re main problem is that you don’t have a partner?” yn asks.

“yeah.”

“okay.” yn nods her head before gesturing towards the middle of the room, “I want you too dance it for me.”

“what?” chaewon asks nervously.

“yeah, go on.” yn says, “I wanna see what you can do.”

chaewon nods and walks towards the middle as yn gets ready to turn on the speaker, she feels butterflies in her stomach and she doesn’t know why, it’s just dancing right?

when the music starts, chaewon can feel yn’s eyes on her while she dances and makes her even more nervous than before much less she’s dancing a dance that she’s not even confident on in the first place.

she looks in the mirror, to see yn leaning on the wall her eyes never leaving chaewon as the girl dances, the butterflies are back.

when the music is done and the only thing that can be heard in the room is chaewon's breathing she's sure she's gonna pass out.

she looks at yn through the mirror in front of them with a questioning face, waiting for the younger girl to say something.

yn gets up from the wall and walks over to chaewon, "you not having a partner and someone to practice this with is definitely not your only problem with this dance." she says calmly.

chaewon looks at her a little offended,"huh?"

"you're stiff." yn says looking at the shorter girl,"you need to get a feel of the music, you're supposed to be dancing sensually with power but you're dancing like you need to take a shit."

chaewon’s mouth drops at the girls words, yn being attractive really covers up her vulgarness, “well, if you know so much you dance it, show me.” chaewon says rushingly.

yn looks at her before shrugging her shoulders and walking more into the centre of the room, “go get the music ready, I’ll do the part that you’re partner is supposed to do, watch me.”

chaewon walked over to the wall and started the music she hoped that yn was horrible so she could feel some type of satisfaction but oh her hopes didn’t come true at all.

chaewon felt entranced when yn started dancing to the music, it was exactly like how she told chaewon it supposed to be, sensual and powerful.

chaewon’s haert sped up slightly as her gaze travelled yn, from the cap on her head to the crop top that revealed a lot of the girls tattoos, chaewon’s mouth drops when she takes notice of the big wings on the younger girls back it was beautiful.

but it didn’t stop there, it wasn’t just the way she looked was beautiful, the way she danced was beautiful as well, she captivated sense of the choreography so well for only knowing it for a couple of days, it made chaewon feel both impressed and a little insecure.

when the music stopped, chaewon heard yn take a deep breath and turn towards her, “how was that?” she asked but the look on her face told chaewon that she definitely knew that she did good.

“that was…” chaewon trails off, trying to find the words, she wants to say hot but…. “good, that was good.”

yn let’s of a low laugh and walks towards chaewon, “well, now what you know how it’s supposed to look like.” she starts, “let’s fix you up.”

chaewon feels like she’s on fire, when yn softly grabs her hand, the coldness of the star ring that yn gave her doesn’t do any help either.

yn brings chaewon to the middle before stepping behind her, “okay do the dance and I’ll stop you when you need help.”

chaewon nods hesitantly before counting in her head and starting the dance, she feels hot all over knowing that yn was monitoring her like this.

“okay, stop.” yn says from behind her, she walks closer to chaewon and puts her hands on the girl’s shoulder pressing them down, “this is what I mean by your stiff.”

“un tense.” yn says, her hands still on chaewon’s shoulders, “relax.” she whispers in the girls ear.

chaewon tries her best to relax but it’s hard when you have yn in the room but the tries nevertheless.

“good…” yn says before removing her hands from chaewon’s shoulders, “okay, so on this part you’re supposed to be moving your hips not your whole torso.”

chaewon’s face heats up slightly when yn puts her hands right above her hips, “I’m gonna keep my hands here so you’re only moving your hips.” she says leaning down slightly to chaewon’s ear so the girl can hear her properly.

chaewon does the move over and over again until yn removes her hands from chaewon so the girl can do it on her own.

a smile breaks onto both of yn and chaewon’s face when she gets the move perfectly, “you did it!”

“I did it!” chaewon repeats happily before turning around to face yn, her face heats up when she realizes how close the both of you are.

she looks into yn’s eyes before her gaze slowly moves down to the taller girls lips, yn truly is even more beautiful up close.

there goes the butterflies again.

yn was the first to look away, coughing awkwardly, “uh…”

“break?” she asks the shorter girl who nods in embarrassment.

“break.”

#wow!yn #kim chaewon #chaewon #kim chaewon x reader #chaewon x reader #lesserafim x reader #ive x reader #girl group imagines #lesserafim imagines

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sugusearrings · 6 months

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( ‘ better .’ ) You keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feeling it now? Cause I am. You keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feeling it now? I got so high the other night, I swear to God, felt my feet lift the ground. I got so high the other night, I swear to God, felt my feet lift the ground. Oh yeah, Your back against the wall This is all you’ve been talking about In my ears Nothing feels better than this.

— summary: gojo satoru is living a life nobody knows about. not even his two bestfriends. he wants you (fem!reader) all to himself. — genre: super fluff but the end :( — playing: better by khalid — note(s): this song reminds me of gojo so much just being happy and living his life. daddy gojo needs a happy ending and come home already! 😭 but i'm so so sorry for the end please forgive me. very brief mention of smut though. might be some spelling errors, kind of tired and lazy to do rn sorry. — word count: 3k

Satoru Gojo is the strongest sorcerer alive.

He is the honored one.

He is gifted with the Six eyes.

And he is one cocky motherfucker. He always knew about the power he contained which did give him an ego boost. Nobody can tell him otherwise, he is the strongest and honored one.

Many would wonder who would put up with Satoru and his egoistic attitude? Underneath it he is very caring of everyone and he can be funny too. Sometimes. Or at least Shoko and Suguru would say. But they did enjoy their snowy color hair friend and of course he loved his two closest friends.

It was just another day of Gojo bragging how he conquered today’s mission. Shoko was texting on her phone while Suguru was ordering a coffee at the cafe they stopped at because Gojo was whining and pleading to go there since last week. Gojo stopped rambling as his perfect shade of blue eyes looked through the glass of the treats they had on display. Suguru noticed his friend eyeing all the sweets. He knew where this was going.

“Are you really going to waste money on all those sweets, Satoru?” Suguru asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Gojo looked over at the raven hair boy and grinned. It was like he read his mind.

“And why wouldn’t I? Shouldn’t the strongest get a reward?”

That’s when he heard it. He heard a gentle giggle coming from inside. The cafe was small so it didn’t take long for Gojo to see you with your group of friends. He saw the group wearing the same school uniform so it was obvious you all went together. He wasn’t sure if you were giggling at him or with your friends.

But it caught his attention.

He was so caught up staring at you he didn’t even hear the cashier trying to get his attention so they could take his order. He waved them off before making his way over to you.

“That was bold of him.”

Shoko said, reaching to grab Suguru’s coffee for a sip. Suguru nodded. He was taken aback by Gojo's sudden action. His dark hues watched as his best friend brought a chair to sit at your table to talk to you. He noticed the faint blush on your cheeks as you laughed at one of his corny jokes.

“Very bold.” Suguru smiled at Satoru coming back towards them with a cheesy grin on his face.

“Not only am I the strongest and honored one, I am the most handsome.” He announced proudly.

“Is that so Satoru?” He chuckled while taking his coffee back from Shoko. Gojo nodded, getting back on line.

“Very much so, Sugu!”

The two boys looked over seeing you shyly wave at Satoru before leaving the cafe. “She thinks I’m very handsome.” He winked at Suguru then turned to wave goodbye to you.

“She probably said that so you can leave her alone.” Shoko chimed in. Suguru chuckled watching Satoru pout like the brat he is.

“Oh yeah? Then why would she give me this?”

Satoru proudly showed your name on a napkin along with your number. Shoko took it to examine it while Suguru’s bangs draped over her head as he leaned over to read. They were pretty shocked his corny lines actually worked.

“Maybe she’s desperate.” Shoko mumbled. Satoru gasped dramatically, holding his chest with his hand.

“Hey!”

“Name..is very pretty. But she’s definitely a non-sorcerer. Maybe she does actually like you, Toru.” Suguru smiled. Satoru was still pouting, and took out his yellow flip phone. “I’ll text, name right now!”

Satoru grumbled. He glanced over to see his slice of strawberry cake ready to be eaten. He handed the cashier his card and grabbed the bag.

A whole day passed and Satoru received no text back. Of course his friends teased him about how you gave him a fake number. He started to lose some hope. Maybe his friends were right. Maybe you gave him the wrong number just so he can leave you alone. It kind of hurt but he wasn’t going to tell Shoko and Suguru that. He really thought you two hit it off the other day.

Satoru was actually in his dorm just laying on his bed in the dark. He was actually nodding off into a nap when he heard his phone buzz. He groaned quietly, reaching over for it. He assumed it was Suguru texting him to ask where he was. But when he saw an unfamiliar number he furrowed his white brows. He opened the text.

hey satoru. it’s me, name.

He quickly sat up and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes widening and his heartbeat stops. You actually text him.

heyyy name. wat’s up?

Was that too basic? Was that too dry? Shit. Why did he reply so fast?! Now he looks desperate.

Another buzz.

i’m good! srry i didn’t reply yesterday, i got caught up studying and ended up passing out with my book on my chest.

Satoru chuckled lightly, imagining you so tired you slept with the book in hand.

u probably looked so cute like that.

Buzz.

oh please lol

no seriously! but don’t study too hard, don’t want you too tired you’ll forget about lil old me

i’m sure it’ll be hard to forget someone like you, satoru.

He smiled down at his small screen reading over that text.

You confirmed to Gojo that you were a non-sorcerer without even saying it.

You went to regular school and had a pretty normal life. You were raised by a single mother who works in a hospital as a nurse. You had a younger sibling who was in grade school. You hated math but really loved literature. You wanted to be a teacher not so much a nurse because you saw the long hours your mother worked. She didn’t have too much time for you or your sibling so most of the responsibilities were left on you. Your favorite color was blue ( of course he made a joke it was your favorite now because of his eyes - he might be right on that but you didn’t tell him that ). You also had such a sweet tooth.

Gojo decided not to tell his best friends about you replying to him. Maybe it was selfish of him to keep them out of it, but he just didn’t correct them when they asked about you again. Soon it was forgotten and nobody brought you up. Gojo also kept it to himself of his power, him being a sorcerer. He just told you he went to a good private school. Lucky for him, you didn’t ask any follow up questions.

Whenever he had a long mission and it would be hard to text you back, he would just say he was studying for an upcoming exam. You were very understanding because you were going through the same thing. But when Gojo did come home, he would call you.

You two would speak on the phone for hours. He liked the sound of your voice. He liked the silence you two would share on the phone. It could be a whole hour of silence and he was content just hearing you hum a little tune or curse under your breath while you were looking for something you misplaced. Gojo would fall asleep to the sound of your voice late at night. You would tell him goodnight before you went to sleep yourself. Being with you, Satoru was not the strongest.

He was not the honored one

He didn’t need his Six eyes.

He was just Satoru Gojo.

When Gojo didn’t have missions, that’s when you two spent time together. You two would flip a coin to see if you were going to one of his favorite restaurants or one of your favorite museums. The day would always end at the cafe where you two met. You two would share a slice of strawberry cake and each would take a turn eating the strawberry on top. But Satoru would always pretend he would forget whose turn it was and would let you eat it.

When you graduated school, you did invite him to the ceremony. You swore you didn’t see him in the crowd. But he was there, cheering your name so loud it caused you to flush and get a little embarrassed. After the ceremony, Gojo hung out with your family and they adored him. Your sibling thought he was so funny and your mother couldn’t get over how charming he was.

When it was time for him to go, you walked him downstairs. You insist you would walk him to the bus but Gojo rejected the offer. He didn’t want you walking back by yourself.

“Thank you for coming, Satoru. It means so much to me.”

You told him with a smile looking up at him. Gojo felt his throat drying up and his palms becoming sweaty. He bit down his lip feeling his heart race picking up. You noticed he was awfully quiet. You furrowed your brows. “Toru?”

Gojo leaned down to press his lips against yours. You froze up a bit before you could react, Gojo pulled away quickly.

“I-I’m sorry I-I just couldn’t…I-...fuck!” He yelled, grabbing the bridge of his nose dropping his head. You stood frozen not even noticing him having a melt down. When you finally snapped out of it you saw the dark red on his cheeks with a frown. “I-I didn’t mean to cross the boundaries like that honestly, name. I won't ever do it aga –”

You pulled the collar of his jacket down enough so you can kiss him back. His eyes widened behind his sunglasses. He reacted faster than you did, he placed his hand on your cheek and began to kiss you back.

So you two began to date once the summer began. Did much change between you and Gojo? Not really. Your mother and friends were surprised you two just now became a couple. They just assumed you two were already dating.

He was just a lot more affectionate. He would hold your hand anywhere you two went. He would kiss you while waiting to cross the street or hold you from behind. Gojo would take pictures of you or the two of you whenever he could. When he would pick you up he would have a gift or flowers. Most of the time it was both.

He was the perfect boyfriend. Your friends loved him so much he was always invited when you guys would hang out. Even girls night, they would invite Gojo. They love when he would come for karaoke especially.

Gojo liked this life he had on the side and didn’t have to share it with anyone. He wanted to keep you away from that as much as possible. All to himself.

But at the end of the summer, everything changed.

Gojo was late to come over for a date you both planned. He’s never late to anything. He even shows up at least half an hour early. When you were calling and sending texts over and over, you knew something was wrong. So you just waited till it was time to go to sleep.

Late at night you woke up to a pair of cerulean blues staring down at you.

“Gojo?!”

You nearly yelled startled. He hushed you not to wake up your sibling who was sleeping. You sat up and was ready to ask him so many questions. Like how did he get inside of your apartment? Why was he just showing up now? But Gojo fell onto his knees then broke down into sobs. Tears streaming down his now red cheeks. The cry was from heartbreak. You got off the bed to comfort your boyfriend.

That’s when you found out about his best friend, Geto left.

And everything else.

It took a few days for Gojo to explain everything to you. About curses, his mission, his six eyes, his friends, and everything else. It honestly made your head spin. At first you thought he was mad and just making it up. But once he showed you his infinity and tried to get close to him. You physically couldn't. It was like a force field was keeping you two apart. You were dating Satoru Gojo, The strongest sorcerer alive.

The honored one.

Gifted with the Six eyes.

Did that change anything between you two? No.

You just wish he was honest in the beginning but you understood.

It was a lot to tell anyone who wasn’t part of that world.

Gojo barely left your side since his best friend Geto left him after killing the entire village and his parents. He wanted to kill non-sorcerers like you.

“But Toru, Suguru can just come any day now and kill everybody.”

You frowned as you stroked his white hair as his head was laying on your chest. He liked to hear your heartbeat and cuddle into you. He picked up his head with his beautiful blue eyes staring at you.

“You don’t think I can protect you, name?” He asked you. You shook your head sitting up making him sit up.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You might as well have.” He shook his head. You frowned.

“Satoru, it’s kind of scary to hear your friend wants to kill people like me, who aren’t sorcerers.”

“But he won’t!” He raised his voice making you lean back. Gojo grabbed both of your hands and stared into your own eyes.

“I promise to protect you with everything, name. I swear nobody, even Suguru, will never lay a finger let alone breathe the same air as you. I love you so much, name I can’t lose you too. I’ll never let you be in any kind of danger because of me.”

Your face was heating up while you stared at him eyes wide.

“Y-You love me, Satoru?”

Gojo blinked, realizing he confessed his feelings to you just now. He could feel his own cheeks heating up. He let out a chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I guess I got lost in the moment. Just trying to be heroic to my girlfriend.” He laughed nervously. You giggled and placed your hand on his warm dark pink cheek.

“I love you too.”

Gojo gives you his infamous grin before he kisses you passionately. That same night you and Gojo made love for the first time. It was the first time for you both. Gojo could feel himself becoming nervous for the first time in his life. You could tell he was but you reassured him you trusted him. You love him and he loves you. He made sure to be gentle with your body. He would look up at you with his white thick eyelashes fluttering with his blue hues darkening with lust. “Is this okay?” “I’m not hurting you am I?” “You’re doing so good...such a good girl.” “You look so pretty taking me whole like that.”

It took two days for Gojo to finally lose some stamina.

Satoru felt the weight being lifted off his shoulders when he told you the truth. But he still kept you separated from that life. The further you were from it, the easier it would be to protect you. You weren’t mad but some days it was overwhelming seeing him come home with bruises or blood on his clothes.

There were nights you would wait up for him and he wouldn’t come home till the early morning. You did feel helpless you couldn't do more for him but he reassured all he needed was you to be home waiting for him. But you stood by him for all these years. Especially when he brought in two children named Megumi and Tsumiki to live with you both.

After graduating university, you moved in with Satoru. He became a teacher at his old school and you became a teacher in grade school. You grew a bond with Megumi and Tsumiki. Both knew you weren’t a sorcerer but didn’t treat you any different. They both saw you as a mother figure and adored you.

After a long day at work you walked into the cafe where it all started.

Where you met your husband for the first time.

You could still hear his cheerful laugh and his gorgeous smile.

His eyes practically glowing whenever the sunlight would graze against them even with the shades on.

“Welcome! How can I help you?” The cashier asked with a smile. You smiled back already knowing what you wanted to order.

“Hi can I get a strawberry cake,” you started then paused a bit but the cashier was patient, “sorry I kind of got stuck for a second, haha.” you giggled. The cashier nodded and wrote it down on her pad. “Oh also can you write something on it. “It’s a ghoul?” The cashier looked up with a wider smile.

“Because it’s Halloween right?” She giggled. You smiled again.

“Yeah! ” You handed her your card. She gave the card back once she was finished ringing you up.

“I think it’s cute. You’re practically glowing.” She gushed, making you blush a light pink. You walked over to take a seat. You reached into your purse to take out the sonogram you had done earlier before going to work. You smiled warmly seeing your precious baby resting in your belly. You could see the circle they made with the computer with the “IT’S A GIRL”.

You knew your baby was a girl.

Your hand was placed over your slightly swollen belly. Your wedding ring glistening by the light. You checked your phone for the time then you started to look at all the photos you had of Gojo or the both of you. There were some photos of Megumi and Tsumiki. There was a video you took when you told Gojo the news you were pregnant. He nearly broke the ceiling. Literally. You let out a small giggle. You knew he was going to be over the moon finding out about your baby girl.

What you didn’t know was that

Satoru Gojo

The strongest sorcerer alive,

The honored one,

Gifted with the six eyes,

Was being sealed tonight.

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Tainted by You - JJK

╰┈➤ 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: nerd yandere jk x queen bee reader!

╰┈➤ 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: who would have thought that being tainted by the nerd Jeon Jungkook would feel this good.

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You're considered the queen bee of your university, the one who's always seen as the epitome of perfection, with everyone admiring how much of a pretty face and a smart student you are. Being looked up to by everyone on this kind of level really boosts your ego, so it's a shame if anyone would know how much of a moaning bitch you are while riding the cock of the biggest nerd in school, Jeon Jungkook.

But It's not your fault that he just fucks you too good...

He’s just too good at it that you can’t help youself coming back for more, even if you fully knew that this would taint your reputation as a queen bee. I mean, everyone’s expecting you to date someone who’s on your level, and not just a nerd dude with a messy curly black hair and thick glasses that just covers his features.

But to your defense, he’s not what everyone is thinking of him of. That boy who’s always shy around people, and just keeps himself accompanied with his books has a totally different persona when it’s just the two of you alone. He’s not shy, he’s actually arrogant, mean, manipulative and hot…

Yeah, hot… like how hot the depts of hell could feel like.

It all started last month when your stupid history professor decided to paired you up with him for a project. You didn’t have a problem with it, you thought that with this project, he might open up with you and to others instead of being that awkward nerd guy that everyone hates.

╰┈➤ 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝

The bell rang as a sign that the class discussion has already ended and that it’s now time for lunch. “You may now leave the class, don’t forget to communicate with your partners and discuss the project” Mr. Lim, your History professor, reminded to everyone as they started packing their things to leave the class. Some replied a simple “yes” to him, while some didn’t bother and just hurriedly leave the room before the canteen seats would run out.

“Y/N, hurry up, let’s go now!” Jennie, who’s one of your friends said to you as she’s waiting for you near the classroom’s door. You smiled at here and was about to say something along the lines of “Yeah, i’m coming,” but you got distracted when you saw the boy in one of the backseats, he looks so lonely in there packing his things ever so slowly – probably taking his time since no one is inviting him anyway to go for a lunch, and for some reason you felt pity for him. “Actually, just go ahead first, I remember I have something to do this time” you lied to her, and she simply just agreed to what you said as she quickly tag along with her other friends.

Now it’s just the two of you alone in the classroom, you awkwardly approach him… unsure of how to start a conversation with him. “Uhm… Jungkook right?” you asked even know the answer is already obvious. He looked up at you and stared at you for atleast 5 seconds before responding “Y-yeah that’s me” he managed to mutter that out with a little stutter. You thought he was just shy, and you hate it. This is literally the reason why he’s being made fun of by those bullies. You brushed off that thought as you brightly smiled at him, “Great! I’m Y/N, Mr. Lim paired us up for the project. I suggest if we start doing it as early as possible”

“I’m okay with that” he simply replied.

“I’m free later, are you okay with that? I just don’t know where we can do the project though, My apartment is not that great since it’s small and I’m sharing it with Jennie” You stated, already feeling comfortable in conversing with him even though he’s not literally replying anything and just looking at you. You guess he’s more of a listener rather than a talker. “Aha! How about we do the project at your place?” you suggested out of nowhere. The project has to do with arts and crafts, so coffee shops are not the best place to do the project.

Jungkook eyes seemed to widen from being shock with what you’ve said. He can't even believe it. You want to go to his house??? This is something straight out from his dreams.

“Y-yeah…sure, why not” he was really glad and euphoric that you’ve said that, but his reply came like he was just forced to say yes. “Great! You can send me your address” you said, and he frowned but not enough for you to notice, what do you mean by that? You don’t wanna go with him together at his house later? “Uhm… lets just go together later” he suggested, and you nervously chuckled, no way your gonna go with him after class, people might see you and probably make fun of you for hanging out with a weird guy like him.

“But-”

“It’s kind of far away from here and you might get lost” he explained without stuttering, while straightly looking in your eyes. Those thick glasses might have cover his intense gaze, but definitely not the tension that’s starting to form in the room.

There’s this something from his aura, it’s like a sudden change that you could clearly figure out, but it surely made you nervous as you gulped. You wanted to say something but you were unable to get the right word out of your mouth, so instead you simply just agreed with him “...m’kay” you said while looking at the ground like a child who got declined by your parents to buy the toy that you wanted in the store.

Yeah, you wanted to somehow talk to him, but not like this! You were sulking with the idea and Jungkook found it cute that he smirk at your behavior. He broke the silence by saying good bye to you for now, “So I guess were already settled? I’ll see you at the parking lot”

╰┈➤ 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙥𝙨 - 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙩

It’s already 6 PM when I headed in the parking lot as I try to spot where Jungkook might be. Classes are already finished at 5:30 PM but I made sure to be late so that no one familiar would spot me getting onto Jungkook’s vehicle. This almost feels like I’m doing some sort of a crime, even though I am not. After a few minutes of searching he spots me and raised his hand to get my attention. I immediately went into his direction and damn… I just don’t know how to feel.

He’s leaning in a black sedan that I suppose is his with his left hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a cigarette. This is the only time that I’ve noticed he has veiny hands. Just what the actual fuck! It feels like I’m looking at the same person from an hour ago! He’s definitely not the typical nerd you get to see everyday. I mean, a nerd with a sedan who’s looking hot as ever while smoking?! I was basically gawking at the new sight, and I only got out from my delusions when he cleared his throat.

“Let’s go?” He said as he throw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. “Yeah” is the only thing I was able to mutter as I went to the passenger side of his car. I buckled my seatbelt on, and he started driving. He was wearing a ripped jeans and a grey Calvin Clien hoodie that he later on re-adjusted, exposing his left arm that is covered with tattoos. Do I even fully know this guy??? It seems like all those school gossips about him are just pure lies.

He was not lying, his house was really a bit far from the University, not to mention the slight traffic on the way. His house was located somewhere inside of an expensive looking village.

“You live here?” You asked after getting out of his car. The house was big, and looks expensive with a modern touch to its’ architecture. “Yeah, my parents gifted it to me last year” he replied like it was nothing as he guided you through the main entrance of his house. What kind of parents would gift their child an expensive house?! For fucks sake he didn’t even graduated yet or is about to get married. His parents must be crazy rich like those in the movies.

“I already have the needed materials, is it okay for you to wait here? I just needed to freshen up”

“Ugh… yeah sure. I’ll just play some music in my phone” I said, and he simply chuckled before opening the television for me without saying anything. I feel poor being here., well yeah my parents are also well-off, but not on this level! Waiting for him for at least 25 minutes was boring so I just made myself at home as I watched the movie playing in the television.

“You should take a picture” he suddenly said which caught me off guard

“I- what?”

“You’re looking at me a little too much”

“No I wasn’t!” I tried to deny it even though it was already obvious as my face became as red as a tomato from being so embarrassed, that I choosed to look on the floor, being shy to even look at him” Inside of my head, I was scolding myself for acting that way, he must have now think of me as a pervert!

He started approaching me, and before I knew it, he lifted up my chin as he cupped my face with both of his hands so that I would look at him. We we’re both looking at each other’s eyes, and then everything just happened so fast, I didn’t even know why I let It happen, but we we’re now passionately kissing as both of our tongues fought for dominance in which he obviously won. We were now in his bedroom but before things could get even more heated, I tap his shoulder thrice as a sign that I want it to stop. Gladly, he accepted my request and pulled back, “This is wrong” I simply told him, and a that made him ‘tsk’ as his face contorted an annoyed look.

“Wrong? Tell me what’s wrong about this Y/N?!” He answered back, he’s clearly not liking what I’ve told him but him. I can’t just answer him by saying that I don’t want to be associated with someone like him, people would make fun of me, and my reputation as a queen bee who’s always been perfect would be tainted. I don’t want them to think that choosing Jungkook was a bad decision, and that I’ve made a wrong decision. But I just can’t also tell that to Jungkook, I don’t want him to feel bad himself even though those are the true reason. I remained silent without moving a single inch of my body, my hand are still in his shoulder while he’s arms are wrapped on my waist. We were standing in the middle of the room, but even though were close enough, I didn’t had the urge to look in his eyes even though I know that he’s looking at me with burning gaze.

“What? You don’t know how to answer now? Cat got your tongue? Or you’re stupid little mind can’t just comprehend simple things?!” All his words hurt like hell, I didn’t even realize he could say such mean things to me, when all I knew is that we was that shy nerd boy at the back of the class who doesn’t even know how to fight back from his bullies. “Stupid Y/N, can’t even explain herself” he continued belittling me and it was all to much that I burst out and cry myself in his chest. He was shocked for a while but then embraced me in his arms as he let me cry all my worries while shushing me down “Shhh it’s okay darling, I know you’re little brain hurts from thinking too much, you don’t have to think, that’s my job, and you only have to follow what I say, right? It’s true, my mind was clouded and it hurts, so I just let him embrace me while drawing circles on my back.

It stayed like that for a while but then Jungkook drop the bomb, “I know you think it’s wrong because it would taint your reputation. Their poor queen bee Lee Y/N dating the nerd Jeon Jungkook? Doesn’t sound good to them right?” I look up at him, unable to say anything, and that just made me tear up more. “I’m sorry” I muttered to him as I buried myself in his bare chest, the citrus scent of his body wash engulfing my nostrils.

“Shhh… it’s okay baby, I know how much you love the attention the campus is giving you, it makes your dumb ego grow right? But the thing is, you ONLY need my attention”

“I’m sorry - Y/N’s really sorry” I said, already at my worst point as I continued to cry. I feel like a bad person based on what’s he’s telling me, but that’s the truth, I’m too self-concious of what people will say to me, I’m someone who starved attention, and I just feel bad that Jungkook has to know that side of me, and I’m now thinking that I hurted his feelings because I was too selfish. So I kept on apologizing “Gguk, Y/N’s sorry, please forgive her”

Jungkook smirked in victory, he knew he fully had you in control, oh just how easy it is to manipulate you. To break you into pieces so that he can fix you again, and then make feel like he’s the only one who can fix and save you from yourself.

“Shh… I was really hurt, darling. What you did was wrong, how come you think of me as a person that would taint your reputation when all I do is love you from a far?” that made me feel guilty more…

“But I would forgive you if…

“If what? Please tell me, Gguk, I will make it up to you, I promise!” I said, feeling determined to fix my mistake.

“If you make love with me. Prove me that you love me, that you need me, and that you’re not afraid to be tainted by me” and so, without much thought, I kissed him deeply, I opened my mouth, inviting him to intertwine his tongue in my hot cavern, as he lifted my shirt and carry me on his bed. I am now laying on my back, the tension from both us rising as I hurriedly removed my pants, leaving me in my underwear. The sight infront of me, him hovering above me as he continued kissing me while exploring every inch of my body had me whimpering in his bed. He started attacking my neck, making sure to leave as many hickies he could so that everyone knows I’m his.

His right hand started massaging my breast while the one started licking and sucking my nipple. The pleasure was just too good to be true, and after a seconds, my buds now sensitive and hardened as I continued moaning shamelessly. The pleasure that he’s giving me was just too god that I started unconciously buckling my hips to his hardened dick. “Too impatients aren’t you?” he teased, and I just whimpered. He took off my panties, looking at my dripping core, already wet for him. “Please hurry,” “Easy there, princess we have to to adjust your pretty little pussy first so it woudn’t hurt that much, okay?” he’s talking to me as if I’m some dumb kid, it was embarrasing but it makes me more turned on. Two fingers were pushed in my hole, I was shocked at the sudden intrusion but he soothed it by drawing circles on clit. “See? My fingers are even too much for you, how can you properly take my cock if you’re like that?” I wanted to disagree with him but I coudn’t utter a single word as he started fastly moving his digits inside me. “One more, please” he only chuckled after hearing that, and I’ve never felt so pathetic in my entire life. He must’ve known that I’m being dumbly determined just to impress him, but I later regret that when he fulfilled my wish.

“As you wish, darling” the third finger definitely burned my inside like hell, he’s fingers are not just long but also thick. After some time, my moans got louder and louder as I trembled in his fingers, and before I knew it, I squirted a lot, but he didn’t stop from fingering me, until I was begging him to stop “Ggukie…. To-too much please” and with that he removed his fingers on me...

“You haven’t even got the real thing yet. Plus you promised me, you would make it up for me, right? I was really hurt you know?”

“Sorry, I forgot” I embarrassedly admitted with a pout and he only chuckled at me “I know, it’s okay, I’m always here to remind you”

“Have you tried riding a cock before?” his question caught me off guard,

“What??? No I’ve never! Plus… you’re actually my first”

“Good, cause I will make sure that that person would die, if someone comes first on you before me. How about you become a good girl and right my dick, yeah? Prove me that you’re really sorry” I blushed at his statement but I didn’t bother to disagree with his request, I was at fault and I should make it up.

He’s leaning on the headboard right now, and Ii’m straddling his lap, while he lined up his cock in my entrance. I started moving down ever so slowly, but Jungkook was patient enough. But you know what they say, patience can also grew out easily, “What if it hurts?” I dumbly asked him, knowing that it would hurt more after seeing his size. He’s length is around 7 inch and it’s very thick, “It’s supposed to hurt, Darling” and with that, both of his hands pushed me down on his length, it hurt at first, but after a few seconds of adjusting, it felt like a bliss of heaven. I continued to bounce up and down on his length while moaning loudly as he played with my boobs, “Touch your clit, love” I did as what I was told and it was the best feeling I could ever imagine. Later on, I grew tired and cummed on his dick, but he didn’t stop there, instead he controlled my hip movement as he buckled is hips to reach his high and cum deep inside me. I was already pliant as black out after the session.

You may have not seen it, but Jungkook had the biggest grin of victory on his face, as he removed his now soften length inside your pussy. You’re already passed out, so Jungkook took the time to clean both of you as he covered your body with clean sheets. Little did you know, everything was recorded, from the moment the two of you step in his room. Jungkook would surely play the video sometime to jerk on you, and maybe use it for blackmail if you started acting up. But for now, you don’t have to know anything, what the two of you have, the thing that he made you believe, is already enough for him, cause he succesfully tainted you.

#yandere jungkook #jungkook #bts fanfic #fanfic #jungkook ff #smut #bts smut

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 5 months

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Finally another talented writer in our growing fandom!!!

Plsplsplspls can I request leviathan with a reader who's not that much infatuated by him? Probably acting nonchalant even. I wonder how he'll react. Can sfw or nsfw! (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ

GHCHG It’s genuinely so sweet and cute how many people are excited about this with me and surprised me how many people like my writing!

Also THIS IS SUCH A AMAZING CONCEPT??? He’d be just so jealous and upset, he’s so confused, why aren’t you fawning over him? His ego is hurt realizing the only human in Hell, the ONLY person he wants to catch the attention off, isn’t interested in him.

Leviathan

Cw: unwanted advances, unhealthy relationships (attempted technically), pining, insecurities,

You knew you’d catch the attention of the kings after Satan, but you weren’t to interested in befriending them, you had 72 to go through before you could go home. So of course you want to be fast!

However, Leviathan didn’t allow you to slip by so easily, even dragging you to stay in Hades for a while, while Satan rested you were left with Leviathan. He eyed you constantly, keeping way to close to you in attempts to divert your attention to him, though he seemed to not even know what to do once he had your attention.

He was handsome, you did find him attractive, but you assumed he only wanted a fling, or someone he could dominate to boost his own ego, so once he started making advances, you didn’t outright say ‘no’ but avoided them.

When he reached to wrap an arm around you? You just so happened to walk to the side.

He tries to sneak a kiss? You notice a demon or object that has your attention and turn away from him.

Leviathan was beyond frustrated, and as fun as it was to leave him wallowing over a human avoiding his touch, he started hanging random devils for getting ‘too rowdy/handsy’ with you. He hung Barbatos for helping you up after you tripped!

You wanted to yell at him, but decided, it would feed into his attitude so you decided to upset him with someone he cant hurt. At least not as easily.

You had Satan come over to your ‘room’ (that Leviathan welcomed himself into.) and layed in bed next to you. You could feel Leviathan glaring you both down and as you chatted with Satan, at one point you two are shoved apart and Leviathan pushes himself between you. (Almost pushing Satan off the bed.)

“Watch it.” Satan growled, shoving Leviathan a bit. Leviathan growled back and you can see very quickly that Leviathan is ready to escalate things so you decide to step in.

You grab Leviathan by his horns and pull him back towards you, making him awkwardly flop on the bed. “Leviathan, don’t be a pain in the ass, would giving you be good if I give you…a half hour of undivided attention?”

His eyes lit up at that and you can see a grin spread across his face. “Oh? You’d like to be with me alone for that long? What do you have in mind?” You can see a light brush spread across his face.

You hear Satan laugh before he’s interrupting. “Leviathan you sound desperate!” Satan got up without you needing to tell him. “See you when you don’t have a needy demon wrapped around you.”

He waltzed away while you held Leviathan by the horn to prevent him from scrambling after Satan. “Don’t walk away!” Leviathan hissed out. “Let go, I’m going to kill him-“ You pinched his horn tip and he visibly jumped, whimpering at the overwhelming sensation.

Satan grinned but left, leaving the door unlocked likely in case you needed help. Or something. You watch Leviathan adjust beside you feeling his horns like you might have bent one.

You lift his chin to make him look at you. “You really want me, don’t you?” Leviathan locked eyes with you, scanning your face for sarcasm. He nodded. You palm him through his clothes, feeling his stiff member draw attention to itself by bobbing. “Is this for me?”

You mocked teasingly, only for a low moan to escape him. “…only if you can give me the best orgasm you’ve ever given.” He hissed out, rolling his hips. “You’ve been with all of my subordinates, my Fellow Kings…I envy to think how you made them feel. Make it up to me.”

You roughly yank his pants down along with his undergarments, exposing his dripping cock that you flick the base of. He bucks in response with his shaft shamelessly presenting itself for you.

You reach down and gently squeeze it, stroking it teasingly upon getting a positive reaction from. “Don’t you have an entire town of demons ready to die for you? Why do you need the approval of a human?”

He groans, avoiding your gaze and pretending he didn’t hear what you said. Though as soon as you slowed down he spoke up. “You…are very important to me. I…need you.” He grabbed you and forced your head down to give you a kiss, holding you there while he shoved his tongue in your mouth.

You respond by biting down. He doesn’t pull away instantly, instead testing how long till you used a worrisome amount of pressure. You bit hard enough to draw a small amount of blood. He quickly release you and recoils. “N-no one has done that before…” He seemed awestruck.

#what in hell is bad #whb #sub whb #sub what in hell is bad #leviathan x reader #leviathan #whb leviathan #nsft #sub leviathan #sub whb leviathan

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the-travelling-bitch · 1 year

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˗ˏˋ– 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

summary: your boyfriend undoubtedly loves you very much but some positions just get him going unlike any other

pairings: bachira :: nagi :: chigiri :: kaiser :: sae :: rin :: reo x fem! reader; all characters are aged up (my babies are all professional strikers now (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ)

warnings: i’ll put individual warnings on each part to not flood this intro but i’d say there’s a tendency for dom! character (overall pretty tame though), pet names, cursing; please do tell me if i missed anything ♡

a/n: ahhh i had so much fun writing this, i literally put everything else on the back burner for this; thank you again to @softbajis and @mari-on-dragonspine for boosting my ego on this, otherwise it might’ve died in my drafts; if you enjoy this, reblogs or comments would be much appreciated (feedback really gets me going hehe)

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♛ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

tw: creampies, slight hair pulling (f! receiving), manhandling, implied multiple rounds

Bachira is insatiable, to say the least. Chances are his stamina outlasts yours by a longshot. And he’s so absolutely enamoured with you, his favourite position is whichever one he currently has you in. Although there are some you find yourself in more often than others: namely riding him, which almost always turns into him lifting you up by the hips and slamming you back down on him; being nearly folded in half as his hands grab at the flesh of your thighs and Bachira presses you into the mattress with his weight alone; and burying your face into the pillow as he holds you up by the hips, one hand tangling in your hair. Absolutely has bent you over every piece of furniture in your home before, he’s a monster in his own right…

Fingers were dancing up your spine and pressing you down further into the cushions, accompanied by playful laughter that absolutely didn’t match Bachira’s ruthless thrusts which had you gripping onto the armrest of the couch harder. How did you get here again? Your boyfriend came home from practice… and next thing you knew he was rearranging your guts.

“Ah, Meguru… ‘s too deep, I can’t–” you panted, breathless from the effort of trying to keep up with the man behind you. Seriously, shouldn't he be tired after running around all day? Where did he take all that energy from?

“What was that? Sorry, baby, I can’t hear you over the sounds of your wet pussy.” You could practically see his smirk without even having to crane your head around. The hand on your back tangled into your hair, your body bowing as he slightly raised your head, creating a new angle for him to drive his cock into you, his balls smacking against your sensitive folds. “You want me to go deeper, ‘s that it?”

You loved this, you loved this a little too much perhaps. Whenever Bachira bent your body to his liking, almost using you however he pleased, it always left you with your thighs shaking and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. If you ever had to admit it, you might die of shame but with your walls clamping down on his cock and Bachira’s snigger ringing through the room, you had the hunch he already knew.

With his fingers leaving your hair, you fell forwards again but only momentarily before being pulled up entirely by his hand resting on your collarbones to meet his bare chest. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen against your sweat-slicked back, the way they contracted with every thrust upwards. Everytime he pulled you back down to meet him, a firm smack echoed around the room as his strong thighs collided with yours.

“Talk to me, baby, you know I like hearing your pretty voice,” Bachira said, giving a particularly nasty snap and forcing a sharp gasp of his name from you, “especially when you sing my name like that~”

“I’m almost there, Meguru, just hngh–”

“Me too… You can make both of us cum, right? Bet you’d like it if I did this,” your boyfriend huffed, finally showing at least a little bit of strain as he neared his release. The hand on your hip wandered to your core, his index finger pulling up the hood of your clit. When his middle finger put pressure onto the bare tip of the nub, it sent a bolt of electricity racing up your spine, making you straighten in the striker’s hold. Throwing your head back onto his shoulder you let your moans spill freely while digging your fingers into the flesh of his thigh, the other coming to rest over his on your chest. You felt the needy twitch of his cock inside of you as he groaned curses into the skin of your neck. “Shit, you’re making it pretty fucking hard to move when you clench down on me like that.”

Bachira gave a few thrusts before his hips stuttered and he pressed as far into you as he could go as warmth started to flood you and fill you up. The combination of him stuffing you full, his low moans and the practised flicks on your clit sent you straight into your high as well, cunt creaming around him as Bachira moved both hands down to your waist to stop you from trying to run from the overwhelming pleasure.

For a few minutes, your shared panting was all that could be heard as Bachira lazily moved you up and down to ride out both your highs. You were absolutely putty in his arms, more so than before, as he carefully guided your chest to meet the couch again, all the while staying glued to your body. With his weight on top of you and his cum leaking out of you, that was when you realised: he was still hard.

“You always feel so good when you make a mess all over me.” Bachira gently uncurled his and your arms from your tangled bodies, bringing them down on the cushions so he could lay his hands on top of yours and intertwine your fingers.

“Let me give you another one, yeah?~”

♛ 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

tw: cockwarming, creampies, implied exibihitionism/ voyeurism (kinda?), mentions of face-sitting, size kink /difference if you squint hard enough

Nagi is a fan of all things low-effort, not exerting himself when he sees no reason to. So why bother exhausting himself when he’s perfectly capable of making you a mess on top of him? Whether that means having you sit on his face as he eats you out ‘til your thighs are shaking on either side of his head and your hand losing its grip on the headboard or letting you ride him ‘til your legs give out and you breathlessly beg him to take over. That isn’t to say he doesn’t ever take the initiative; you can kiss your ability to walk goodbye whenever that happens though…

You loved watching your boyfriend play games. Not necessarily because of what was happening on the screen but much rather because more often than not you got to sit there for hours on end with Nagi’s thick cock nestled snugly inside of you, clad in nothing but one of his oversized shirts.

Sure, having to hold still when he was rubbing against all your weakest spots so deliciously could be considered a form of torture specifically designed for you but at the same time you felt too full to complain. Instead you merely rolled your head back onto his shoulder, bleary eyes blinking open every now and then when the mindless noises from the game sounded somewhat interesting.

Whatever he was playing didn’t seem to cooperate with him though, curses pushed through gritted teeth giving away to his frustrations. Hearing his deep groan upon having to restart the level again set off a chain event as your walls fluttered around him and you ground yourself down harder in desperate search for some friction. In return, Nagi’s hips thrust up instinctively before tightly clutching your hips to halt your movements. “Not yet, angel. Still need to beat this stupid boss…”

“Sei…” Reaching back to wind your hand into his snowy strands, you lightly raked your fingernails over his scalp and tugged his roots, which earned you a heavenly moan from your boyfriend. “Why don’t you take a break? Maybe you can focus on it better afterwards.”

“Yeah, you gonna help me relax, pretty thing?” Nagi was nosing down the back of your neck, placing open mouthed kisses to your nape as his large palms wandered under your shirt, cupping your boobs and kneading them between his fingers. You merely responded by arching into his touch and rolling your hips down on him again, accompanied by a quiet whine for him to do something, anything. “Fuck, you’re so good to me.”

Guiding your legs to rest over the armrests of his gaming chair, Nagi ran an experimental hand down to your folds, swiping through your arousal and giving your clit a quick swipe of his thumb. The short contact was enough to have you buck into his touch, a whine for more escaping your throat as you shuddered in your boyfriend’s embrace.

“Sei… Please fuck me, I need you so bad, please.”

“Eh, I guess it’s only fair. Been so patient with me, hm?” His big hands were lifting you up by the hips, pulling you off of him almost entirely before sinking you back down, slowly building a steady pace that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head with how deep he was hitting. Nagi brought you to the peak of pleasure so quickly, you weren’t even embarrassed anymore at how eagerly you were clamping down on him.

“Shit, I’m so close, baby, don’t stop,” you panted, breath hot against the side of his neck. One of his hands left your hip only to reappear on your clit, deft fingers drawing firm circles on the little bud, boneless in his grip as he kept bouncing you on his cock. The lewd squelching of your pussy combined with Nagi’s grunts and the slapping of skin against skin had you hurtling toward your high at a dizzying speed. “‘S too much, I can’t–”

“You can and you will, pretty thing,” he huffed as your nails dug into the skin of his wrists. “Almost there, too… Let’s cum together, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up?”

Apparently that was all it took for you to come undone, your walls milking him for all he was worth as he held you tightly against himself as you tried to wind out of his arms. Tilting your head up, Nagi connected your lips in a messy kiss, one you tried your best to reciprocate, swallowing down all the moans bleeding out of you. With a few shallow thrusts upwards, his hips stuttered as his balls clenched and warmth flooded you.

For the next couple of minutes, you both just sat there, trying to catch your breath as his cum leaked from your hole despite his cock still stuffing you. Gently massaging your sore spots, Nagi peppered light kisses all over your temple and cheeks as you simply gazed at him in bliss.

The peaceful atmosphere was broken however when the sound of an incoming discord call rang through the room. Looking at the screen you could vaguely make out Reo’s name before the cursor hovered over the ‘accept’ button, Nagi’s dick twitching back to life.

“Wanna play a game, angel?”

♛ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐀

tw: oral (f! receiving), hair pulling (m!receiving), oral (m! receiving) implied

Any position in which you can pull on Chigiri’s cherry red locks is a good position in his eyes. Be that tangling your fingers in the strands at his nape while he gazes down on you oh so sweetly in missionary or reaching your hand back to find something to hold on to and ground yourself as he angles his hips deeper into you with your back pressed to his chest. If he had to pick a favourite, however, it would be how you grasp desperately at his hair to pull him where you need him most when he goes down on you…

His shoulders nudged your legs apart further as Chigiri settled between them, at the same time smoothing his hands up the back of your legs to push them up with him. You could feel the adrenaline pulsing through you, shifting along the mattress as his bright eyes drank in the sight in front of him. He watched intensely as your glistening pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation, slick leaking from your slit.

“Don’t you look delicious, sweetheart?” His soft voice drifted to your ears as the pad of his fingers gathered your arousal. Holding them up for you to see, the webbing between the digits was clearly visible in the dim light as he spread them. “All for me, hmm? Are you this wet just because of me?”

“Yeah, of course,” you smiled, one hand cupping his cheek as Chigiri propped himself up. “It’s only ever because of you.”

His pillowy lips broke into a grin as he feathered kisses from your knee up your inner thigh, guiding your legs to rest over his shoulders and frame his beautiful face in the same motion. “You really do know what a man likes to hear.”

“It’s the truth though, nobody’s ever made me feel this way before. In any aspect of life,” you whispered, searching for his hand on the mattress to intertwine yours with it.

You gladly pushed your torso forward to meet your boyfriend halfway as he pressed his lips to yours. Carding your fingers through the strands behind his ear, you scraped your nails across his scalp, making him moan into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. Tongues tangling together and spit dribbling down your chin, you had to break the contact to catch your breaths, Chigiri’s panting heating up the crook of your neck.

Hungry red eyes bored into yours as he swiped some of your mixed saliva from the corner of your lips. “Please let me show you how much hearing that means to me. You’ll let me make you feel good, right angel?”

Chigiri could feel the vibrations of your hum against his lips as he slowly kissed his way back down your body. His free hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you close to him as he took his previous spot between your legs, breath fanning your sensitive folds.

You gripped his hand harder as he gave the first experimental lick up the length of your pussy, thoroughly riled up from his treatment beforehand. Groaning as you slick coated his flattened tongue, your boyfriend pressed his hips into the mattress, searching for friction to relieve the bulge straining against his sweats.

“Ah shit, you taste so sweet, how’s it always so good?” Chigiri said, voice muffled by your core and sending sparks straight through you. He watched with rapt attention as your back bowed off the bed when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked firmly.

More slick poured from you and coated the lower half of his face as he pried your folds apart with his wet muscle just to hear your beautiful whimpers, which doubled in volume as he sunk his tongue into you. There was no denying how much you desired this, desired him, as you immediately clenched around the intrusion.

But you wanted -needed- more of him. With a dazed sigh of his name, your fingers tangled in his fiery strands and tugged him further into your heat. Mindlessly rutting against the bed at the sting on his scalp, more angelic groans spilled directly into you as Chigiri’s long lashes fluttered shut. The position he currently had you in, allowed his nose to rub against your bundle of nerves with every movement and it had your thighs clasping around the sides of his face, threatening to suffocate him.

The striker didn’t even seem fazed by it, in fact, his actions became more enthusiastic, driven by the goal to bring you to the peak of pleasure. And he knew you were almost there as your hips bucked upwards, trying to grind against him with his hair still secure in your fist.

By the time the coil in your stomach unravelled, there was no way the two of you could physically be any closer, even though you tried your hardest as you pressed your heels into his shoulder blades and curled your toes. Spurred on by the high-pitched whines and whimpers escaping you as your movements stuttered, Chigiri lapped up every single drop of cum you offered, completely drunk on your taste.

Swallowing heavily as your boyfriend gently set your legs down on the mattress again, massaging your calves as he did, you gave him a breathless smile. Sitting on his knees, he cast one last glance at your glossy pussy, glistening with a mixture of your release and his spit. The sight made his dick twitch with need as he licked his lips, which were stained with you.

Crawling back up your body, Chigiri carefully sunk down in order not to crush you under his weight as you wrapped one arm around his neck while the other travelled down the planes of his back.

“Did that feel good?” he asked, cherry eyes searching your own for any sort of discomfort as he trailed his palm up and down your side without any sort of direction. “Could I deliver my message well?”

“You did amazing as always, Hyoma,” you grinned, watching as his eyes widened and his hips jerked forward when your fingers dipped into his sweats and cupped his bulge through his boxers. “You’ll allow me to return the favour, won’t you pretty boy?”

♛ 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋

tw: oral (m! receiving), deep throating, kaiser is a little mean, slight dacryphilia, sir kink (once)

Kaiser is a sadist and frankly… a bit of an asshole. He’ll coo at you when heat spreads through you out of embarrassment and gets off on seeing tears of pleasure, overstimulation or frustration stain your face. Having you completely spread in front of a mirror as he toys with you really gets him going. Not only does he get to see all of you, no, he can also make you watch yourself unravel for him and only him. It’s a sight that can only be matched by you on your knees between his legs, worshipping him like a king…

“You like this, don’t you?” Kaiser was smirking down at you, his tone mocking but he was right. You hated how his taunts made your stomach churn with want and your panties soak with your own arousal. “Oh, forgot you can’t talk with my dick down your throat. Apologies, princess.”

A whimper escaped you as he pulled you off of him, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his glossy tip. Mascara was running down your cheeks and your lipstick was smeared across your lips, stains of the same shade wrapping around his cock, all the way down to the base; you looked so fucked out already and Kaiser was living for it. “Go on now, tell me how much you like this.”

“Yes, Mi-“ a tug at your hair cut you off. When you looked up to meet his eyes, you shivered at the chilly raise of his brow. “Y-Yes Sir, love it. Love it so much.”

“That’s a good girl. Now put your money where your mouth is.” Sliding his hand down to hold your chin between his fingers, he tapped his cock head against your lips, the salty taste of his precum hitting your taste buds. “Come on, open up for me, princess.”

You flicked your eyes from his dick back up to his as you opened your mouth again, tongue lolling out as you took in his form looming over you. His lips curled up at the corners to see you so obedient for him. Sinking into your warmth again, Kaiser huffed out a groan as he held you still, going slow until your lips stretched around the base of his cock. With your nose pressing against his trimmed pubes, tears welling in your eyes as the breaths from your nose fanned against his skin, he held you there for a little, indulging in the clenching of your tight throat around his tip as you tried not to gag.

But that was as far as your boyfriend was willing to test his patience that day. The way your tongue ran against the sensitive vein on the underside of his heavy shaft had his balls tightening as he tried to starve off his release as long as possible. As his hips jerked forward the first time on their own, he took it as his cue to start thrusting.

Your eyes screwed shut and you had to dig your nails into the muscles of his thighs, not caring at all whether his shorts would cover the marks the next day, as his tip hit the back of your throat over and over. Saliva pooled on your tongue, spilled over your lips, dribbled down your chin and onto your chest. The lewd sight had his abs contracting as his cock twitched against your pink muscle.

Pushing his bangs out of his face before bringing his palm from your chin to the back of your head as he leaned back on the hand propping him up on the bed, Kaiser pushed you down on him completely once again as his musky scent invaded your senses. You rubbed your thighs together to relieve some of the tension as you took in the light shining onto the slight sheen of sweat coating his skin, his hair messed up from running his fingers through it, looking downright ethereal.

“Look at me while you swallow everything I give you, princess,” he gritted out as he shallowly ground his pelvis into you until his hips stuttered. With your teary eyes fixed on his again, he let a guttural groan slip from his lips as he tipped his head back and ropes of hot cum shot down your throat. “Don’t waste a single drop, got it?”

Letting you pull off his dick, he closely watched the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed. He scooped up a drop that escaped the corner of your lips with his thumb and pushed it back into your mouth, smirking as you diligently sucked the digit clean.

“As much as I love seeing you on your knees, I think you earned yourself a reward. Come here, pretty,” he said, holding out his hand for you and pulling you up to stand between his legs, sniggering when you lightly stumbled as you stretched your legs again. Pushing your hair out of your face he gave you a sweet peck before turning you around and guiding you down until you sat between his spread thighs with your back to his chest.

As he trailed kisses from the back of your hand all the way to your shoulder blade and hooked your knees over his muscles, you finally understood what Kaiser was playing at when you raised your head and met his half-lidded gaze in the floor-length mirror across from you.

Your cheeks flared with heat as your eyes flitted across your exposed form, the wet spot on your underwear clearly visible to the both of you, as you tried to close your legs in shame only to be stopped by a large palm.

“Why so shy all of a sudden? I just want you to see how gorgeous you look when I make you cum, so keep your pretty eyes on that mirror,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties. “After all, a princess is meant to be shown off, wouldn’t you agree?”

♛ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

tw: mean dom! sae, blindfolds, edging, implied overstimulation, fingering (f! receiving), name calling (slut), slight degradation, mentions of dacryphilia

Sae loves reducing you to a whimpering mess before he even thinks about fucking you deep into the mattress, his cerulean gaze sharp and almost painfully neutral. His favourite way of achieving just that has to be fingering you for what feels like hours. Not only is he stretching you nicely to take all he gives you later on, it also allows him to run that mean mouth of his. Whether he’s edging you mercilessly or making you cum so often you barely remember your own name is a gamble though…

The room was positively spinning, you felt like falling despite being propped up against the pillows on your bed. Sweat slicked up your skin as you dug your fingernails into your palms, certain that half-moons would be visible even the next day.

“Sae, no more, please. I’m sorry,” you sobbed, voice hoarse from pleading with your boyfriend for what felt like hours. With the blindfold covering your eyes you couldn’t see the way Sae’s lips tugged up at the corners as he took in your messy hair and the tear tracks visible even with the black fabric wrapped around your head. Your thighs were coated with your own slick as Sae had brought you to the brink of an orgasm more times than you wanted to count before cruelly ripping it away from you again.

“Are you? I’m not so sure,” his voice was painfully neutral as he circled your puffy folds again, lazily running his fingers over your slit but not with enough pressure to actually satisfy you. Against your better judgement, your hips twitched up to chase his touch which only made him pull away entirely with a tut. “After all, I made it pretty clear you shouldn’t touch yourself while I was still at work and yet, what do I find when I come home? My pretty little girlfriend with her fingers stuffed in her messy cunt.”

The harsh tug at your nipple ripped a groan from you. You felt his hand trace down from the valley between your breasts, over your stomach leaving a featherlight trail of goosebumps in its wake, Sae softly humming as you shuddered. His other hand smoothed up your thigh, the simple action alone tightening the coil in your stomach again, too sensitive from your ruined orgasms. It settled at your hips, rubbing small circles into the bone, an unspoken apology for what was about to happen next.

You threw your head back into the pillows with a strangled moan as he pressed two fingers onto your throbbing clit, hurtling you down the path to another high he’d possibly take away from you again. Your babbling from before started once more, begging him to finally let you cum.

“Aren’t you enjoying your punishment a little too much, you little slut? I mean, look at you,” he chided. With his thumb continuing to press down on your twitching nub, his middle and ring finger met no resistance as he thrust them into your drenched cunt. Sae knew your body like the back of his hand, so he had absolutely no trouble finding the spot that made your knees jerk up against your will. “You want to cum, is that it? Do you think you deserve it?”

“Yes Sae, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Please I won’t do it again, please.” If you could hear anything over the blood rushing through your ears, your whimpers would seem pathetic even to you. But right now, the only thing on your mind was your boyfriend’s fingers rhythmically pushing in and out of your pussy with a wet squelch as you gripped the sheets as if your life depended on it.

“Hmm, I guess you’ve behaved well enough, even kept your hands to yourself,” he mused, his tone still cool but his movements didn’t stop. “Go on and make a mess then before I rethink my decision again.”

A constant string of ‘thank you’s tumbled from your lips as you finally fell over the edge of pleasure, Sae keeping his thrusts steady even as your walls clamped down on him furiously and white hot fire set your whole body ablaze.

As you gradually came down from your high, panting to fill your lungs with much needed air, two fingers slipped under the material covering your eyes and gently pulled it off of you. You blinked your bleary eyes open at the sensation of soft lips pressing against your temple. But your attention was soon drawn to the light tap of his cock head against your clit which had you whimpering, no idea when Sae had undressed.

“What’s wrong? You said you wanted to cum right? I’m just giving my slut what she wants.”

♛ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

tw: size kink, implied multiple rounds, light marking

It has become somewhat of a routine for the two of you to shower together. While it doesn’t always end up in shower sex, Rin comes home pent-up from practice often enough and who are you to deny him (and yourself) the pleasure of sudsy hands roaming your body, feeling you up and kneading at your soft curves before he inevitably presses you into the cool shower tiles? Although, some nights, you find yourself in the shower again only a few hours later to wash away the remnants of the following round(s)...

Steam curled around your body, rising from your skin and fogging the bathroom mirror. But the water was nothing against the heat pooling in your stomach, your soft moans drowned out by the splashing of the drops. To the man behind you, they were still clearly audible though, his chest pressed firmly against your back as his hands roamed every inch of your skin.

Rin held you up with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he ground his hard cock between your ass cheeks with a low grunt. “I missed you today, (Y/n). So much.”

“I missed you too, baby,” you crooned, leaning your full weight into him. The wandering of his hands came to a halt, fingers running over your slit. “Fuck, Rin, I need you, please fill me up.”

“Are you sure, love? Let me prep you at least a little–”

“I can take it,” you cut him off, grinding back against him. “Just– Just go slow.”

“If that’s what you want. Tell me if it hurts, yeah?” Trapping one of your hands against the shower wall, he intertwined his long fingers with yours as well as he could. The arm that previously held you steady now grabbed onto your hips, pulling them back to slightly bend you over. Stuffing his cock between your legs to coat himself in your arousal, his light thrusts through your folds had his cockhead catch your clit with every movement. “Ready?”

You barely managed to squeak out the words before you already felt him prod at your core. Even just the mushroom-headed tip stretched you so well, you parted your lips in a silent scream, head hanging low as you focused on standing upright. Inch by inch, Rin continued to sink into you and you could feel every vein drag against your walls agonisingly slow. When he grazed past your sweet spot, you offered a small sob as you clenched down on him.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re doing so well,” he whispered against your shoulder, peppering conciliatory kisses along your skin, sucking a bruise into the juncture of your neck before moving up towards your jaw. “You’re always so good to me, aren’t you?”

By the time his hips were finally snug against your ass, you swore you could feel him in your lungs. Letting go of your hips, his hand came around to press down on the bulge in your stomach, feeling himself nestled inside of you so deeply. Then, he dipped your head back to connect your lips, the initially sweet kiss growing messier until you started whining into his mouth to finally move.

Rin wasted no time giving you what you wanted, revelling in the way you arched back into him as he slowly dragged out of you, groaning as your pussy didn’t want to let go of him. Building up to a steady pace, it didn’t take long for your legs to wobble slightly. He pulled you tightly against him, using his palm against your boob as leverage for his thrusts.

“Ah~ Rin, ‘s too much, you’re too big.” Your moans bounced off the walls, breathless as you clung to his arm. “Keep going, don’t stop!”

“Saying it’s too much and then whining for more? Can’t make up your mind, huh? Let me decide for you, then,” your boyfriend grunted. Gripping the back of your knee, he folded it up to your chest, spreading you open wide to angle his hips better, deeper, into your cunt. Pinching your nipple between his fingers as he reached around you to play with your clit. “At least your cunt knows what she wants, clamping down on me so damn tightly… you’re close aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, god Rin, yes. Please make me cum!” you nearly yelled. “Only you– Fuck, only you can make me feel this good.”

“That’s right, now show me how good you look cumming on my cock.” His words were searing against your neck as you crumbled underneath him. You quivered in his arms as he shushed you, gently setting your knee back down and running the flat of palms down your sides. When you had stopped grinding back into him in a post-orgasmic haze, Rin pulled out and spun you around.

Hoisting you up with his hands grabbing at the fat of your ass, the striker caged you against the wall as you wrapped your legs around his hips. Cradling the back of your head in his large palm, he took in your fucked out expression with half-lidded eyes before stealing all air from your lungs again in a hungry kiss. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entry which you gladly granted. Tangling your tongues together, it still wasn’t enough to distract you from the way he lined himself up with your cunt again.

“Gorgeous as always,” he mumbled against your lips, cerulean eyes focused solely on you. “You can do that again for me, right? Want you to cum with me this time.”

♛ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

tw: switch! reo, soft dom! reo, lingerie, bondage, face-sitting, fingering (f! receiving), oral (f!receiving), light marking, praise, pet names, mentions of exhibitionism

Reo and you are on equal playing grounds both in and outside the bedroom. Taking turns teasing each other, riling the other up until they can’t take it anymore, that’s what makes being with Reo fun. You never know what to expect when you get intimate with him; will you watch as you order him to get himself off before you even think about touching him or will Reo have your nude form pressed against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse? Perhaps neither of you will take control as you exchange slow caresses, drunk on the taste of each other? As always, Reo does it all and he does it so perfectly…

“Don’t you look gorgeous, baby?” Lithe fingers danced across the red silk binding your thighs together, experimentally hooking his index and middle finger under the material, effectively pulling your exposed core closer to his face.

The plan for this night had been to tease him, the pretty lingerie you had put on especially for that sake lying discarded somewhere between the door and bed. Reo had apparently had a similar incentive this time around, not willing to hand over the reins so readily and the flimsy material you wore only spurred him on as he produced the red bindings from behind his back.

In his defence, you didn’t put up much of a fight as he crowded you against the bed, his large hands running up your spine to unclasp the lacey bra. As he slid the straps off your shoulders, his mouth busied itself by sucking blooming purple marks against your skin while you felt up the muscles underneath his shirt. The second his hands were free, one of them clasped both your wrists behind your back before loosely wrapping the silk around them.

“This okay, bunny?” he whispered against the shell of your ear and, frankly, the speed at which you nodded should have been embarrassing but you were way too curious to find out where this was going. The striker chuckled at your eager response, fastening the glossy red against your skin. “Aren’t you just the cutest? Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while.”

That was how you found yourself with your knees on either side of Reo’s head, quivering from both the effort to keep yourself upright and his tongue flicking continuously against your clit. You could feel the slick leaking out of you, pooling on the lower half of your boyfriend’s face as his fingers diligently worked you up to your orgasm. Curling his digits into you, he was searching for that one spot that always had you seeing stars and when he found it, you rocked your hips forward with a needy whine, trying to grind down on him to the best of your abilities.

With glossy eyes, you watched as Reo’s crinkled in amusement at your desperation, deliberately pressing into your sweet spot over and over to see you fall apart for him. Fire was licking up your spine as you wriggled in his grasp, the hand on your back immediately holding onto your bound wrists when he noticed you were about to topple over. Pulling your arms down, he arched your back to only press you further into him.

He shushed your cries of his name gently, the vibrations of his voice sending sparks directly into your bundle of nerves. “You’re doing so well for me. Now show me how good I make you feel when you cum all over my fingers and tongue, yeah?”

By now, you were reliant on the way he held you up, your own bones seemingly turned to jelly as his mouth wrapped around your clit, gently sucking on it and giving the faintest graze of his teeth against it. The effect was instantaneous as you hiccuped his name, the tight knot in your stomach snapping as you released all over him.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” letting you ride out your orgasm before slowly pulling his fingers from your pussy and licking them clean, his grin was finally visible to you. Smoothing his hands up your trembling thighs, he squished the flesh around the silk, a mischievous glint in his violet eyes.

“Let’s see what else we can use this for, now that I already have you like this.”

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Love Actually - Part 2

Paring: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Summary: You and Ben steel yourselves in order to meet your crazy family for Christmas dinner.

AN: Here’s the requested Part 2! It got too long, so I had to break it up lol. There will be a Part 3 after this (final part). I also tried really hard to find an image/gif that would match this chapter better, but alas, there are only so many pictures of this scruffy guy. (And none in a real suit. 😂)

Read Part 1

Remember, this story is set in the same world as “Break Me Down,” and set before “Checkerboard.” But this can be read as a stand-alone! Hope you enjoy…

Word Count: 4,800 Tags/Warnings: Tense situations, bit of angst, lots of sexy fluff

Part 2: "Season’s Greetings"

Ben checked his watch again.

He’d lost count of how many times, how many minutes, how long he’d been waiting for you to come down the goddamn stairs so he could get this night over with.

You’d been getting ready for this dinner with your family for four hours. How long did it take you to slap on some makeup and throw on a dress?

Finally, he heaved a sigh and got up from the couch, adjusting the watch on his wrist. He stayed by the foot of the stairs and called up to you.

“Hey. What’s taking so damn long?” he asked. His brows were furrowed, mouth set in an aggravated frown. “I already told you. I’m not planning on being at this thing all night. So if you don’t come down here in the next ten minutes, I swear to fucking Christ—”

Ben stopped short, as he heard your footsteps at the top of the stairs. When he looked up with expectant, pursed lips, his face subtly froze.

“What? What’re you gonna do?” you teased. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you grasped the guardrail and carefully made your way down the stairs. These heels were no joke.

You had a black suede clutch tucked in your other hand, but Ben was drawn to the bright red of your dress. The color alone appealed to him. It called back a memory of a musty club, rich whiskey, and the dulcet tones of your voice.

But now, this dress was shorter. It also hugged your every curve and stopped just a few inches above the knee. He noticed a tantalizing little slit in the back, at the hem, leading his eyes down your sheer pantyhose and down to the tall, black heels.

His lips formed a teasing smile. “You sure you can walk in those?”

But you could see the truth in his eyes; he liked what he saw. They raked back up your body, taking in the short sleeves, the slight plunge of the neckline, the red lipstick as bright as your dress, the soft sweep of eyeliner and dark lashes—and you hoped he noticed the way you’d painstakingly done your hair into soft, ‘40s style waves.

“Do I look shaky to you?” you countered.

Ben tilted his head slightly as he stared up at you. “Not one bit.”

He reached out for you on the last step of the stairs. You took his hand and gave him a grateful look, but your hand didn’t stop there. It grazed up the sleeve of his suit jacket as you took him in with a smile.

Not often one to don a simple black suit, Ben went with a charcoal gray against a crisp black undershirt. No tie though, leaving the first couple of buttons casually open.

“Look at my man, all sharp and modern and sexy as hell,” you purred. He accepted the praise with a pleased quirk of his lips.

Normally you wouldn’t try to feed his peacock-level pride too much. He knew he was a damn fine-looking man. However, you also knew he wasn’t totally into meeting the rest of your family tonight. You knew you needed to give him a (well earned) ego boost.

“Gotta match my girl,” said Ben. Though he fingered the ends of your softly curled hair with a more genuine glint to his smile. “Though you’ve gone a bit vintage.”

“Compromise.” You grinned, and you leaned up for a soft kiss.

He met you there, even pressing his luck when his tongue begged entrance against your lips. You held his cheek and brushed your thumb there tenderly, but you soon broke away.

“We’ve got somewhere to be,” you reminded him. Ben sighed through his nose, though his hands molded to your waist.

“I didn’t realize you were that kinky,” he said. His voice was deep and suggestive. Your face started to heat up, even as your brows knitted with confusion.

“What?” you asked.

“I know you’re not gonna make me wait all night to get a taste of this,” he said. And he leaned down to begin plying you with his heavy hands and his lips along your neck. “I gotta assume you want me to fuck you in your mom’s house.”

You uttered a shocked laugh. You batted his shoulder, even though it didn’t even make him blink. His lips curved as they grazed your neck. He inhaled under your ear, making a pleasant shudder run down your spine. He hummed in approval.

“Is that the perfume I got you?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” you nodded. “I like it a lot. Makes me feel all warm and spicy.”

Ben chuckled into your neck. He did pull back eventually to thumb around the edge of one of your earrings—the second part of his Christmas gift to you. The white stone and silver filigree shone in the light.

“They look good,” he remarked, giving you a charming smile. “Better on you than the catalogue girl.”

Now that was an image. Soldier Boy: browsing through a magazine of women’s jewelry. You smiled brightly at him.

“Thank you, baby,” you replied. “They really are beautiful.”

Then you glanced down to find your gift to him on his wrist: a new silver Rolex. You turned his hand over to make sure that it fit him right.

“Not too tight, right? Not too loose.” you asked.

He shook his head. “Nah, it’s good.”

“Just good? Does it still need adjusting? We can go back to the store and have them fix it—”

“It’s perfect, sweetheart. Stop fussing,” he said. Your lips pursed as you looked up at him from the watch.

“I just want to make sure you’re happy with it, that’s all,” you said.

“I am,” he replied. But his smile, the hidden glint of something in his eyes, made you blush. Inside, you were warm and pleased.

“All right, let’s go then,” you said. “I’ve got the rum cake, and the actual rum ready to go in the kitchen. And the presents are lined up by the door. Can you load those up in the car for me while I get the food?”

Ben obliged you, though he soon balked at the army of presents waiting for him by the door. When did you have time to get all of these? He didn’t remember you buying all this shit.

Though he realized, this must’ve been how you filled your time after work, while he was gone for the past two weeks on that mission.

As he loaded the gifts into the car, Ben reluctantly remembered that it had been…strange, to be away from you. For the past few months, you two had fallen into a rhythm. Waking up to each other, busy morning routines before work, sharing your evenings afterwards.

You had also been making it your mission to find new things to do together. Like paintballing, of all things. Or comedy shows, new movies and restaurants, concerts, club nights with your friends. Though it was weird for him, sometimes, to go to a show without all the celebrity fanfare he used to get as Soldier Boy.

Well, he was still Soldier Boy. He just wasn’t getting paid anywhere near the same as he used to. (But let’s face it, he didn’t need the damn money. He’d earned plenty in 40 years of fame and family inheritance.)

People still knew his name, still worshiped him at times, but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t part of Vought’s machine anymore. No one really told him what to do, but if he wanted this life—here, in upstate New York—he was forced to make efforts to color within the lines of the law (mostly). Hell, he actually worked for a living. Even if it was for the government.

The point was, he was part of something. And it wasn’t totally shit, even if he was surrounded by morons on a daily basis…

By the time you opened the passenger side door to interrupt his musings, Ben remembered to actually start the car.

“You okay?” you asked as you clicked in your seatbelt. You were keeping a close eye on him tonight, trying to gauge his shifting moods.

Ben hesitated, but when he glanced over at you, he reached over and thumbed at your chin, under those ruby red lips. It made you smile.

“Yeah,” he replied. Though he let out a subtle breath as he faced the road and took the wheel of the car. Ever perceptive though, you sent him an assessing look.

“You’re not nervous, are you?” you asked. His brows furrowed slightly.

“Why would I be?” he asked, his voice a bit sharp. Defensive, you interpreted.

Instead of answering, you leaned over and laid a hand on his thigh.

“Look, my mom already likes you. Louisa’s going to come around,” you said. Your mouth edged into a smile, of sorts. “I just need you to stop me from killing my aunt with a ladle.”

Ben snorted in response. “All right.”

When the two of you arrived at your mother’s house, she opened the door to her home and greeted your boyfriend like a long-lost son.

“Oh, Ben! Come in, please,” she beckoned, grabbing his arm and guiding him inside. “You look so handsome, my goodness!”

Ben couldn’t help offering a smile. It was infused with his usual charm.

“Marie,” he greeted with a nod. You shook your head, despite your own smile. Ben liked attention—along with a bit of praise and fanfare went without saying. And you knew your mom wouldn’t be the only one to play into that tonight.

“Hi, Mom,” you said pointedly, with a hand on your hip. Marie turned to you with a bright smile.

“Oh! Honey, there you are. Merry Christmas!” She brought you in and hugged you tight. She then fairly gushed as she took in your dress and touched your hair. “Oh, you look so beautiful. I wish you’d come earlier though. I need you to help me and Trina. Come on.”

Marie glanced up at Ben again. “Oh, you too, hun! We can introduce you to everyone.”

Ben nodded. He followed your lead behind your mother, and you inwardly steeled yourself on the way to the kitchen. The familiar smells awaiting you brought you back to the better parts of your childhood. Ones that were filled with music, laughs, and good food.

And if there was one redeeming quality about your Aunt Trina, it was that she could cook her ass off. Since your mom had always been more of the “boxed meal” variety cook, Trina always took over at Thanksgiving and Christmas, and just about every other family gathering.

She was putting the ham in the oven while your sister sat at the kitchen table with your Grandpa George, peeling potatoes. The bigger table in the dining room was currently set up with appetizers and wine.

But the sounds of chatter and pots and pans and cabinets closing—it all stopped when you and Ben entered the kitchen. You felt his hand at the small of your back, and whether he meant it to or not, that familiar touch stabilized you.

Even Trina stopped giving Louisa directions on how to correctly peel and cut the potatoes for boiling. Her mouth opened when she took in the sight of Ben, from head to toe.

“Good evening,” he said, if only to break the silence.

But you knew the rest was up to you. You curled a hand around his solid arm and gave him a smile, before looking to your family.

“Hey, guys. Merry Christmas!” you greeted. “This is my boyfriend, Ben.”

Trina squealed in excitement. She came over (with a wooden spoon in hand) to give you an enthusiastic hug and kiss. She held your arms and looked between you and Ben.

“Your mom said you were dating a superhero, but I had no idea…” she twittered. “I mean…it’s Soldier Boy. He’s in my kitchen!”

“It’s Mom’s kitchen, actually,” you muttered. Trina’s excitement dimmed slightly as she rolled her eyes at you.

“Ever the smart mouth,” she said, playfully whacking you in the ass with her spoon.

Ben smirked. He certainly agreed with your aunt’s assessment. He turned to her to offer something in greeting, but before he could, Louisa’s voice cut in from across the room.

“What should we call you? Ben, or Soldier Boy?” she asked dryly.

You frowned, gave your sister a look. Meanwhile, Ben didn’t quite make it to a smile, but he was civil when he answered her.

“Ben’s fine.”

You remained in the kitchen to help out, while Ben migrated to the living room with your grandfather. Ben grabbed a large glass of wine on his way there, along with a few mini quiche to tide him over until dinner.

He then noticed an old woman sleeping on the leather recliner.

“Who’s that?” he asked George.

“Oh, that’s Great Aunt Sylvia,” George said. “She just took an oxy for her hip. She’ll be passed out ‘til dinner.”

Ben blinked at the casual mention of oxycodone, but he wouldn’t mind a few of what Sylvia was having. Oxy gave him such a nice buzz.

But instead, he and George sat on opposite ends of the couch while Sylvia snored away.

For a moment, it was quiet, save for the soft crooning of Nat King Cole playing (and Sylvia). The music came from a small round speaker on the coffee table, Ben noticed. You’d told him about Alexa and Siri and all those techno bitches out there now, controlling people’s houses. He didn’t trust it.

“You like baseball?” George asked as he turned on the TV. Ben nodded, and the other man put on a game. Mets versus the Cubs, three to one. The men were silent for a while as they watched the game.

Unfortunately for Ben, that peace couldn’t last.

“So,” George started. “You’re a supe, huh?”

Ben inclined his head, sipping at his wine. This was what he fucking hated. Small talk.

“I remember you,” George said. “My wife and I liked that movie you made…King of Kings. With Charlton Heston. What a classic that guy was.”

Ben smiled. “He was a good time. Drank like a fucking fish.”

George raised a brow. “Did he? Well, we all need a glass every now and then.”

Ben nodded, taking a pointed sip of his wine.

“Heston. One of the few celebrities I gave a shit about when he died,” George said with a shake of his head. “Wasn’t long before my wife’s passing.”

You’d told Ben a lot about your grandmother. When your parents got divorced, she’d insisted that you, your mom, and your sister live with her and George. She didn’t want to take any chances with your dad, who’d been more than unstable at the time in his drinking.

Ben didn’t often pray. But he drank then with a silent toast, that good ole’ Jon was getting hot coals up the ass right about now. In hell.

Ben then considered your grandfather’s musings, realizing he hadn’t thought about his old pal Heston in a long time.

“How’d he die?” Ben asked. George glanced over at him.

“Well, official case was pneumonia. But it wasn’t all that clear,” he said. “However, I think he had a flare up.”

“Of what?” Ben asked.

George gave him a wry look. “The fate that all men fear. Ass cancer.”

Ben raised a brow, his mouth twitching. He had a feeling he knew where your sense of humor came from.

“You probably don’t have to worry about that,” George waved a dismissive hand. “You’re still young. Well, sort of…I mean, being superhuman and all that. I’m sure that comes in handy with the normal stuff, like the sniffles and whatnot…and hey! At least you won’t have to worry about your asshole fallin’ out.”

Ben actually smiled. Now he knew you were related to this man.

In the kitchen, you were trying and failing to dodge a game of “Twenty Questions” with your aunt, while you and your sister finished cutting potatoes. All of the questions were predictably centered around Ben. Luckily, you had a plate of mini quiche, cheese, and salami between you and Louisa to keep you pacified.

“Well, you’ve done well for yourself, I’ll give you that,” Trina said. “But why on God’s green Earth didn’t you tell us you were dating Soldier Boy? How the hell did you even meet him?”

Shit. There was more than one reason you hadn’t told the rest of your family yet, and this was partly it. How the hell were you supposed to explain this?

Louisa shot you a knowing look, along with a raised brow.

“Well, I was actually assigned to find him after he…went missing last year,” you said, keeping things purposefully vague. “We met and…things just kind of took off from there.”

Your mom and your sister didn’t even know all the details, but they knew this much. After Soldier Boy used his nuclear power to end Homelander, he’d escaped in the aftermath.

You’d been working a year in Surveillance at Supe Affairs, but you’d been a private investigator by trade, previously working at your father’s firm. You’d even worked at Vought for a few years, before joining the S.A.

You were then recruited by Grace Mallory to track down Soldier Boy, along with Butcher and his team.

…And that’s where things got complicated.

“But isn’t Soldier Boy the one who killed Homelander?” Trina asked. She stopped in her stirring of the cranberry sauce to look back at you. And you met her stare directly.

“Yes. He was partnered with the CIA on that.” Sort of. You added, “Homelander wasn’t the hero you all thought you knew, remember? He was a raging psychopath.”

Trina huffed at that.

“So was your father. And you still worked with him for years,” she remarked, even off-handedly as she went back to stirring.

Your entire body stilled. Inside, your temper was a lit fuse, preparing to ignite. You stuffed a mini quiche into your mouth to stop you from exploding.

And your mom and your sister recognized the danger. Louisa frowned tightly and touched your arm.

She had been too young to form a true relationship with your father by the time your parents were divorced, and your grandparents (and later you) hadn’t allowed Jon to interfere too much with Louisa's life. So Jon’s death, a mere seven months ago, hadn’t truly affected her as deeply as it had you.

And that in itself was complicated.

Marie paused in preparing the sweet potato casserole to give her sister a warning look.

“Trina, that’s not fair,” said Marie.

Your aunt shrugged. “It’s the truth, isn’t it?”

Slowly, you stood. You grabbed a hand towel and brushed the velvety remains of potato skin from your hands. You also took the plate of cheese cubes and salami with you.

“Honey, she just means—”

“I know what she meant, Mom,” you said. Your mother wasn’t confrontational. She would never tell her sister to shut the fuck up when she was being out of pocket.

But you had no problem doing so. You walked over to Trina, who saw the look in your eye and actually relented, realizing that there was, in fact, a line, and she had crossed it.

“Look, I’d like us to continue having a nice evening,” you told her. “Mention my father again, and it won’t be.”

After a moment, Trina nodded.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have said that. Don’t mind me,” she said. But then, she smiled. “I’m really happy for you, sweetheart. You’ve got a superhero! Who knew you’d pull that one off, huh?”

Your flat smile remained. “Oh, yeah? How do you mean?”

Trina faltered. Apparently, she hadn’t expected that.

“Oh. Well, you know…”

“No. I really don’t. Can you clarify for me?” you asked, using the same even tone you employed with testy co-workers on the Surveillance team.

Trina sighed. “Oh, honey. You’re a beautiful girl, but…”

“What?” you challenged. “Just say it.”

Behind Trina’s coil of dark hair piled on her head, Marie looked worried. Louisa was also on tenterhooks, gripping the kitchen table. She slowly got to her feet though, in case she needed to intervene.

“Well, I wasn’t gonna say anything,” Trina said. She gestured to you, after grabbing a cheese cube off your plate. “But your hips, hun. I mean, I enjoy a snack. A bon bon. A chocolate eclair. The occasional croissant, but the weight don’t come off easier as you get older, does it?”

You were officially burning like a tea kettle.

“And with a man like that…” Trina fanned herself with the discarded, empty bag of cranberries. “Mother of God. He’s gotta be beating ‘em off with a fucking stick.”

Your mom pursed her lips at the salty language, giving Trina a sharp glance (for multiple reasons).

Trina noticed, but she only popped another piece of salami into her mouth. “Sorry, hun.”

But then she turned back to you.

“And have you talked about kids yet? That’ll be some serious weight gain.”

You let out a sharp breath and raised your gaze heavenward, pleading for mercy.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered.

“I’m just sayin’!” she said. “He might have forever, but you certainly don’t.”

Now that one struck a nerve. Perhaps not the one she intended, but it cut deeply into you all the same. You and Ben had agreed to pin that conversation for now, but the fact was, he would continue to age much slower than you.

At your steely glare, Trina again raised her hands. This time in placating defense. “I’m trying to help you, is all I’m saying.”

You gripped the edge of the kitchen counter so tight you thought a manicured nail might break off. You’d reached the end of your tether.

“I’ve been here for all of five minutes—”

“Okay, you know what?” Louisa finally stepped in and grabbed your arm. “I need your help. Let’s find the red tablecloth so we can set the table.”

She led you out of the kitchen and into the hall, but you stopped short so fast that you skidded a bit in your heels. You took deep breaths and braced a hand against the wall.

You turned to your sister. “Why doesn’t she attack you like that?”

“Oh, believe me,” Louisa said, rolling her eyes. “I had my turn before you got here. I’ve been locked in with these clucking hens all morning.”

A grin twitched at the corner of your lips.

“My condolences,” you said. But then, you look at your sister a bit harder. “And you. What’s your problem, huh? How long are you going to give Ben a hard time?”

It took her a moment, but Louisa eventually sighed.

“I mean, Aunt Trina’s an asshole, but she kind of said it. He’s literally a century-years-old,” she said. “How do you not have a problem with that?”

You crossed your arms, though you knew you didn’t have a good answer for that one.

“Age is…relative.” You struggled against a wince.

“He lived through the damn Dust Bowl,” Louisa deadpanned. “He’s fucking ancient.”

You glared back at her. “Okay, enough. What’s your real problem, huh? I mean really.”

Louisa let out another sigh. Her hands went to her hips. You hadn’t had a chance to tell her, but she looked pretty tonight too in her black dress. It flared at the waist and reached her knees, and she’d paired it with some chunky red heels. She was a little taller than you normally, but not by much. As the older sister, you enjoyed finally being taller than her for once in your higher heels.

Still, you were annoyed with her right now. You sensed she had something deeper against Ben, and it wasn’t all about his age. When she eventually answered, it just confirmed your suspicions.

“He’s dangerous,” she said at last. “He’s so fucking dangerous.”

That disheartened you. Your lips pressed, and you held onto your own arms a bit tighter.

“Not to me,” you replied. Louisa’s frown deepened as her brows knitted together.

“Especially to you,” she said. “He kidnapped you.”

You gave a wan smile. “Not technically.”

That had been one of his subordinates, who’d taken you outside of Ben’s orders…

It was a long and complicated story, but basically, it had worked out for both of you in the end.

Louisa gave you a more incredulous look. “He’s got an atomic bomb in his chest.”

“He’s working on controlling it,” you insisted. “He’s gotten a lot better!”

Louisa threw her hands upward in exasperation and turned to leave you in the hall. You stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“Look, I get it,” you said, meeting her gaze directly. “You’re worried about me. But here’s the thing…you don’t have to do that. I’m the one who looks out for you, remember?”

Once again, she frowned at you. “Why, just because you’re older?”

You gave her a teasing smile.

“Well, yeah.” Still, you grasped both of her arms, now crossed in front of her chest. “Lou, haven’t I always taken care of you?”

“Okay, yeah,” she said. “But who takes care of you? Who makes sure you’re all right?”

You gave her a patient, if knowing look.

She grimaced. “Oh, don’t you say it.”

“Honestly, Lou. He does take care of me…he makes me feel safe.” You bit your lip, and your eyes began to well up with the sting of tears, emotion rising in your throat. “I’ve never had that. Ever.”

Your sister released a heavy sigh. “I know.”

“Then can you actually try to get to know him? Please?” You rubbed her arms, pleading with your eyes. You wanted your family to like your boyfriend, but it was so much more than that. You didn’t want to have separate worlds. Everyone in this house was part of your family, and that now included Ben.

The longer she looked into your imploring eyes, Louisa’s grimace lightened, just a touch. “I’ll think about it.”

You smiled then, warmly as you hugged your sister. You then kissed her on the cheek, leaving the bright red imprint of your lipstick.

When you went back into the kitchen, your better mood was ruined pretty quickly by watching your aunt run your mother around the kitchen with demands and instructions. You decided to jump into the fray, taking a large serving bowl out of Marie’s hands before it tipped over.

“How’s the ham doing?” you asked.

“About half an hour or so, I think,” Trina said. “Maybe forty-five.”

“Okay, and what’s left?”

“Let’s get the desserts ready.”

While your help sorely relieved your mother, it was actually a terrible idea for your mental health. When you could take no more of Trina’s irritating, commanding voice in your ear, you had to take a breath (as well as down a full glass of wine).

You wordlessly asked Louisa to tag in for you before you traveled into the living room.

There you found Ben immersed in a baseball game with Grandpa George. Both men only looked up at you when you stood near the couch with crossed arms. Your nerves were on edge, your blood still just short of boiling, but you took pains to look pleasant.

“Who’s winning?” you asked.

Ben quirked a smile at the sight of you, while George gave his more freely.

“5 to 3. It’s close on the Mets,” he said. You realized then that you hadn’t even hugged your grandfather yet.

“Oh my God, Grandpa! I’m so sorry,” you said with a frown. You went over to hug him. “Trina has me all out of whack.”

George chuckled and patted you warmly on the back. “Why do you think I’m out here?”

You sighed with a wry smile. You then turned to Great Aunt Sylvia, who was still passed out in the recliner.

“Aunt Sylvia?” you tried. You went over to her and touched her arm.

“Leave her be, hun,” George told you. “Only the smell of food’ll rouse that woman.”

Your smile deepened. Then you turned to Ben, who’d been watching you with reserved interest. He’d never seen you with the rest of your family before.

You went to him on his side of the couch and asked, in a tone deceptively light, “How about a tour of the house? You haven’t even seen it all.”

He could admit, it was a fairly big house for just your mother, but he was more interested in the game.

“I’m watching this,” he said, gesturing at the screen. However, when he saw the tight press of your lips, he knew something wasn’t right with you. You were trying to tell him something with your eyes, he just didn’t know what.

You leaned down, subtly grabbing his thigh.

“I need you,” you whispered in his ear. “Now.”

The tone of your voice set his blood alight with new interest.

Ben’s resulting smirk was subtle, but edged.

“A tour it is.”

AN: Just when you thought you'd seen the last of my BMD cliffhangers. 😏

How'd you like Ben's introduction to his girlfriend's family? I also sincerely hope you don't have an "Aunt Trina" in your life. 🙄

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“Two rules: this lipstick doesn’t come off. And no. Ripping. The dress.”

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You Again [Hangman x Reader]

Summary: It’s been five years since you last saw your childhood best friend and first love Jake Seresin. But fate, or coincidence, has you back in Jake’s life and he’s desperate not to lose you again.

WC: 4K+

Warning: Pining, alcohol, cursing

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The last person you expected to see that night was Jake Seresin.

Just off the back of a 24-hour shift, you plopped down on a bar stool and ordered a burger and a beer, not caring that it was eleven o’clock or that the crowd was filled with ruckus Navy men proudly puffing their chests in their almost-too-tight uniforms. You rolled your eyes as not one, not two, but three separate men hit on you using opening lines around how much they like a woman who eats.

The final one, a tall redhead who smelled of jet fuel and desperation, loomed so close to you that he was nearly touching the food before it entered your mouth.

“Wow, gotta say, I love a girl who really eats.”

You rolled your eyes. “And what, do all of the twits that you date survive off of photosynthesis alone?”

A barking laugh came from behind your left shoulder and you saw the ginger visibly stiffen.

“Lieutenant Seresin,” the ginger said, standing straighter before rushing off, and the name alone nearly left you gasping for breath.

Jake.

A tanned arm came down on the bar to your left and before you could even see him you heard his voice. “Witty. About time a girl like you came around.”

You turned to see him in all of his glory. Green flight suit unzipped just enough to show off his tanned, glistening chest, dog tags swinging from his impossibly taunt neck. His mouth turned up in a brilliant smile that immediately faltered when he realized who you were.

“Y/N,” he breathed.

You set the burger down and wiped your fingers with a napkin. “Hangman.” He winced at your use of his call sign. “Been a long time.”

“Five years,” he said, without missing a beat. He looked you up and down, not in a leering way but like he genuinely was trying to memorize every change in your body that had happened since the night he left. You wondered if you looked different when he wasn’t looking at you in the rearview mirror. “You look good.”

You crossed your legs, suddenly feeling silly for still wearing scrubs at a Navy bar but you had been too tired and too hungry to change after the shift change started. “I’d say you too, but any ego boost might just make you combust and I heard the Navy doesn’t like it when they waste money on performative assholes.” It came out sharper than you anticipated, but he chuckled.

“It’s nice to see you, too,” he said softly. In that moment it was Jake, not Hangman speaking. Jake, the boy who had been riding shotgun the day you got your driver's license and subsequently crashed into a neighbor’s mailbox. Jake, who had taught your little sister how to fish. Jake, who had held your hand the day they buried your mother. Jake, who had walked out of your life five years before with no regard for how you felt. Jake, who’s name you cursed at night when you couldn’t sleep. It had always been Jake. Until it wasn’t.

“I’d say the same, but I have a date with this burger, so if you wouldn’t mind leaving us alone that’d be great.”

He inched closer until his lips were brushing the hair behind your ear. “Y/N, don’t be like this. Can we talk?”

You frowned and your hands shook as you lifted the burger again and took a wide bite. He pulled back to look at you and you took your sweet time chewing and taking a swig of beer to wash it down. Finally, “Nothing to talk about, Hangman. I’m sure your friends over there are wondering where you’ve gone off to, and I have a shower at home calling my name.”

His face, those beautiful Adonis-like features, drooped. “Bunny.” The pet name stung rolling off of his lips.

You held up a hand. “Don’t even. You lost the right to call me that a long time ago.”

He nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He paused. And then, “It’s good to see you, Y/N.”

Jake gave you his best puppy eyes, and it took everything you had to turn away. “See you later, Jake.”

He hesitated, and just as you thought he was going to leave you felt his lips press softly to your cheek. “Proud of you, baby,” he whispered, pinching the fabric of your scrub top on the upper arm where you had it layered over a tight white long-sleeve shirt. He smelled the same and even though the bar was crowded and reeked of stale fries and spilled beer you could still identify every note of him within seconds. You hated it, but his proximity, his smell, flooded every nerve ending in your body. And a part of you wanted nothing more than to reach up and press your lips to his before he could pull away. Taste him to see if he still tasted the same as when you were sixteen and drinking his dad’s beer on the roof. If he tasted the same as the adrenaline rush from the first time you two went skinny dipping in the creek. If he still tasted like the dirty vodka martinis you would drink in college while visiting him on break, pretending to be adults but still very much two sheltered kids with no real world experience.

And then he was gone, back to his group near the corner of the room. You saw a few of the other aviators look at you for a second too long as Hangman made his reappearance. One, a dark-haired woman, sized you up for so long you got goosebumps before finally turning away.

“I see you’ve met Hangman.” The woman behind the bar set a fresh beer down in front of you.

You sighed. “Yes, I have.”

She gave him a long look before turning back to you. “He’s not as bad as you think.”

You shook your head. “He’s not. And that’s the problem.”

The bartender flicked her eyes over you and then back to Jake. “I’m Penny, by the way” she said, taking your credit card from where you had laid it on the wood bar. “Let me close you out.”

You smiled and told her your name, and she disappeared with your card and a knowing smile. You sighed, pushing away the plate of food and guzzling down the second beer.

Just your luck. You had vaguely kept track of where Jake was stationed all these years. Your grandmother had mentioned he was at Top Gun out on North Island, but it hadn’t clicked until you heard his sweet Texas accent creeping into every single one of your pores earlier that night. Of course out of all the hospitals you landed a residency at UCSD, not ten miles from Jake.

The air was warm but not swampy as you expected. The headlights on your car sprung to life, and you were just about to open the door when you heard him.

“BUNNY!”

Closing your eyes briefly, you turned to see what mess Jake had made. He stumbled out of the bar, giddy with liquor, followed by a cohort of aviators in matching jumpsuits.

“Hangman,” you said sharply. “Go home. You’re drunk and smell like shit.”

A few of the aviators in the back hollered and you watched Jake’s dopey smile tilt. “Hey, that’s not very nice, baby.” “I’m not your baby and I’m not your Bunny,” you replied as the group edged closer. “Not anymore.”

The raven haired female from earlier had her hand on Jake, holding him upright. “I’m sorry about him, I don’t know what happened. We looked away for a minute.”

You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. That’s his problem, not yours.”

Jake lurched forward and the brunette pulled him back, with the help of a handsome, bespeckled aviator. “Come on, Y/N, just one drink.”

You laughed. “I think you’ve had enough drinks to get the whole Navy drunk, all by yourself.”

“I’m Phoenix,” the brunette said and you nodded.

“Y/N.”

“I gathered.” She looked down at Jake who was still being supported by Phoenix and the guy with glasses. “That’s Bob,” she nodded toward glasses. “Fanboy, Payback, Coyote, Rooster.”

“Hey guys,” you said. “Do you need help with him, or what?”

“He got up and started running out the door when he saw you leave,” Rooster said. “We were worried he’d knock himself out trying to get to you, so thought it would be best if he got escorted out.”

You sighed and ran your hand through the front pieces of your hair. “Listen, Jake,” you whispered and he perked up hearing his name falling out of your mouth. “It’s been a long night, OK? For both of us. Just go home. Please”

“Not before we talk,” he slurred, leaning forward and slipping past Phoenix and Bob. You stepped forward and caught him, stumbling a bit at his weight. He towered over you by at least eight inches, and he smelled like the bottom of a barrel.

“You need to shower and sleep,” you said and you felt his hands, those familiar hands, melt into your back. Your fingers pressed tightly against his rock hard abdomen. “Doctor’s orders.”

He chuckled lightly and you pressed him away from you until he was standing unsupported, Bob and Rooster hovering behind him in case he fell. “Doctor. You fucking did it.”

You nodded with a small blush on your cheeks. “So did you.” He looked down at his olive jumpsuit as if seeing it for the first time.

“I fucking did,” he bellowed and the group gave a laugh.

“Night, guys,” you said, unlocking the door again. “Goodnight, Hangman.”

“Don’t go,” he begged. You sighed again. You knew Jake. He wouldn’t give up. You could see it in Rooster’s eyes too. They all knew Jake got what he wanted, one way or another.

“Does anyone know where he lives?” you asked.

Bob nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I can send it to you if you’d like.”

You took the phone that he offered and typed in your number, and a moment later a text popped up with a dropped pin.

“Alright, let’s get you home Hangman,” you said as Bob and Rooster guided Jake to the passenger side of your car and tucked him into the seat. The group hovered around while Jake immediately lolled his head against the window. “Thanks, guys. Appreciate it.”

“Not to pry,” Phoenix said, but that was indeed what she was doing and she knew it. “But how do you know Bagman?”

You grimaced. “It’s a long story.”

“We got time,” Rooster said, crossing his arms over his chest. For the first time you noticed he was the only one out of uniform, in a pair of low strung jeans and a God awful Hawaiian shirt open a little too far for your taste.

You laughed. “Let’s just say we’ve known each other since we were kids. He’s just Jake to me. This,” you swept your arm toward the car where he was passed out, “is a new asshole that I am not so familiar with.”

“Have to say, we’ve never seen him act like this before,” Phoenix said, giving Jake a look that for a second almost had tenderness running through it. And in a moment it was gone. “You two must have some serious history.”

Your hand was on the door handle to the car. “That’s one way to say it. Goodnight.”

There was a chorus of goodbyes as you ducked into the driver’s seat and started the car, a new BMW 5 series convertible you bought yourself as a reward for finishing your intern year. Once the match came through for the residency at UC you immediately started to daydream about flying down the PCH in a little white convertible. It was only a few days old, but now it would be forever tainted with the knowledge that Jake Seresin was the first person to sit in the passenger seat.

“Mmm,” he muttered and you shushed him before tapping on the GPS coordinates Bob had sent you. It was only a ten minute drive, but you took the roads slow, fearing Jake would get sick in his drunken stupor and even further christen your brand new car.

You pulled up to the house, a small white rambler with perfectly mowed grass, and cut the engine. It was a sweet little house, and you wondered briefly if he lived alone. Or if you’d find a girlfriend, angry, red in the face, on the other side of the door.

“Come on big boy,” you said quietly, pulling open the door and nudging Jake awake. You had to tug on his arm to get him to stand, and when you dug your hand into his pocket for his keys he reached up and grabbed your chin with his hand.

“Looking for something?” he asked seductively.

“Shut up,” you grunted, pushing his palm away and fussing with the keyring. The first two didn’t fit, but the third slid easily into the chamber and you turned the lock with bated breath, waiting for an alarm or a girlfriend to scream at you.

Instead you were met with silence. It was obvious he lived alone. No second set of shoes at the door, no framed photos of him with women besides his mother and sisters. A fresh aroma flooded your senses, and you dragged Jake in by his collar. He stumbled in and you slammed the door, peering around to get your bearings. It was small, but quaint and neat, everything you expected from Jake. Even as kids he always made his bed, corners tucked, and his bathroom had been neater than yours. And later, in college, when you had lived off of instant coffee and ramen, organic chemistry books lined your shelves alongside tubes of dried mascara and half-drunk bottles of vodka in a mess that made his mind boggle. Jake had stepped into your junior year dorm with eyes wide at the disarray. Your visit to see him in Annapolis cleared up why: his sheets were pristine, his shoes lined up perfectly against the wall, his uniforms hung crisp in a closet that, unlike yours, did not have anything crumbled at the bottom in heaps so large they obstructured the hanging items.

You wandered down the hall, Jake at your heels, and found yourself in a kitchen with a round table in the middle. Jake immediately sat down, scraping a wooden chair back so he could collapse into it. You found two glasses and poured water into them, sliding one toward him. “Drink.”

He groaned and reached out for the cup. Just beyond the kitchen you saw a small hallway with a door ajar. When you pushed past it you saw Jake’s room, neat as always.

Back in the kitchen, Jake was more alert than in the car. He had one leg crossed over his opposite knee, and was trying fruitlessly to undo the tightly tied laces. You knelt down and pushed his hands away, deftly undoing the boot and pulling it off his large foot. The other shoe came off and you pulled him to standing.

“Alright, bud, time for bed.”

Jake reached out, both hands coming to the sides of your face. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“Not tonight, Jake,” you whispered. “Come on.”

To his credit, he followed you dutily to the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. You sighed and stood in front of him, carefully unzipping his flight suit down his chest, sliding it off of his shoulders to reveal his undershirt that you peeled off. Once the suit was down to his waist you bent over and tugged it from around him until it was down his legs.

Jake sat in only a pair of dark boxers and socks on the bed, looking up at you. He looked better than before. Muscles rippling under glowy, tanned skin. Like an Abercrombie & Fitch model that you would have thirsted after in middle school. But he was still Jake and no matter how badly you wanted to smooth your hands over his skin, kiss a trail from his neck to where his boxers skimmed his hip bones, you didn’t. You knew the trouble that would lead to.

“I would say shower, but you don’t seem up for it.”

He shook his head. “Not tonight,” he echoed your words back to you. His hands reached up to grip your waist as you stood in front of him, and a chill ran down your spine. How could you feel him this plainly even with two layers of fabric between you?

“You’re here.” There was a thread of disbelief in his voice. Almost a stutter.

“It’s time for bed,” you said, peeling his hands off of you and forcing down the covers from their tight tuck near the pillows. “Come on, get in.”

Jake crawled under the covers and rolled onto his left side. You went to walk away, and he reached out to grab your wrist. “Thank you.”

It was uncharacteristic of Jake. He wasn’t a thank you or a please kind of guy. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it. But sometimes you saw the glimmer of the little boy he had been. It made your heart pang for someone you lost. Someone you had long ago convinced yourself no longer existed.

Instead, you brushed your hand over his hair and cheek and watched him melt into the bed. The clock on his nightstand said it was nearly two in the morning. You had been awake for almost thirty-six hours at that point, and the idea of driving back to your condo sounded like a nightmare. In Jake’s walk-in closet, you pulled out a large Naval Academy t-shirt and slipped it on. It hung to your knees, covering everything it needed to, and you stopped searching for a pair of bottoms. Tip toeing past him to the bathroom in the hall, you brushed your hair back into a sloppy bun and wiped away the mascara that had accumulated under your tired eyes.

By the time you exited the bathroom, you could hear Jake’s soft snores. In the kitchen, you emptied both cups of water and left them in the spotless sink. The living room was small but cozy, with a three-seater couch and a throw blanket slung over the back. A real fireplace against the far wall held a mantle littered with photos, and despite the tug of sleep against your eyes you wandered over to them. Several of Jake as a child at his grandparents’ ranch outside Austin. One of the full Seresin family smiling in matching Christmas sweaters. A photo of Jake and his mother Pearl smiling wide at his commencement ceremony from the Naval Academy. Your fingers aimlessly picked at the hem of the shirt you were wearing. Just as you were about to turn away, finally lie down, you spotted it. Slotted behind a few other frames so it was just barely visible, there was the photo of the two of you taken at the beach, spring break of your senior year of college. Jake’s parents had invited you two down to Kiawah Island to stay at their beach house, but at the last minute they had to stay back in Austin for work so it had just been the two of you all alone in the big house by yourselves. It was the first time you felt like a real couple, playing house for days on end. Waking up to the smell of fried eggs and bacon and Jake pulling you out of slumber by pressing his thumbs into the arches of your foot. Driving over the bridge to the nearby Harris Teeter for groceries and playfully swatting at him to drop two kinds of sugar cereal in favor of just one as a treat. How the sun had beat down on you until you felt like your skin would melt, and you’d go inside and mix together margaritas for the two of you to drink on the deck, your feet swinging in the pool. Those six days had felt like an eternity. Jake drove you out to the north end of the island that last night for drinks and dinner at The Beach Club. As the sun dipped below the watery lip of the horizon, you told him you had been accepted into medical school in Boston. You watched as his face crumpled, even as he tried to hide it. It meant another four years apart. He took your hands in his and smiled and ordered a celebratory dessert. Told you how proud he was.

Two months later, it all fell apart.

In the photo, Jake has his arms wrapped around you from behind and your head is tipped back to smile at him. The sun is glowing on your cheeks, the water behind you sparkling, the sand white and soft and if you closed your eyes you could almost feel it between your toes.

He has no idea, but you have the same photo framed. It’s the first item you unpack in every new apartment. It’s the last time you can remember being truly happy without a scalpel in your hand or without the beat of a heart thundering through a stethoscope into your ear.

The light streaming in on your face was worse than any beeper wakeup. You tried to roll over to stop the beam from landing right across your eyes, but the couch was too damn small and you ended up rolling off the side onto the hardwood floor.

“Fuck!”

You were still on the ground when you heard footsteps and when you looked up there was Jake wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tight shirt standing above you with the demonic rays of sun illuminating him from behind like an angel. “Come on, you klutz,” he said, holding out a hand. You flung it toward him and he pulled you up effortlessly.

It wasn’t fair that he looked perfect after drinking the entire bar under the table the night before. His hair was perfectly tousled and he smelled clean, like he had showered. Judging by the smell from the kitchen, he had made coffee too. You followed him wordlessly into the kitchen and slumped into the chair he had vacated only a few hours before as he slid a blue mug of coffee toward you, already topped with milk, exactly how you liked it. “Drink,” he said, smirking at the irony. You took a sip of the steaming coffee and sighed.

Jake sat down across from you at the small wooden table.

“Have to admit I’m surprised to see you stayed,” he said. “And also I’m sorry for being the world’s biggest ass last night.”

You smiled into the coffee cup. “Don’t flatter yourself. I was too damn tired to drive home. I can sleep anywhere after intern year. A couch is a hell of a lot better than some of the chairs I’ve fallen asleep in. Or worse, patient gurneys.”

He laughed and it rang out into the quiet house.

“Besides, I thought there was a high chance you’d choke on your own vomit and I don't want my medical license revoked for manslaughter.”

Jake put his hand over his heart. “I’m touched you think so highly of me.”

You shot him a glare and went back to sipping the coffee, crossing one leg over the other. It wasn’t until Jake’s eye line focused on your bare thigh that you realized how little clothes you were really wearing.

“I should get going,” you said, standing up and dumping out the rest of the coffee in the sink and rinsing the cup.

Jake rose from the table. “Let me drive you home.”

“I drove you here last night?” you said and that dawned on him slowly. He smacked a palm to his forehead.

“Shit,” he whispered.

“What?”

“My truck,” he sighed. “It’s still at the Hard Deck.”

You shook your head. “I asked Bob last night to bring it by.” Walking over to the window, you peered out across the driveway and saw Jake’s cherished black Wrangler sitting in the driveway. A short text on your phone from Bob confirmed the key was under the front mat.

“You always knew exactly what to do. I missed that about you.” He paused. “I miss everything about you.” You turned around quickly before he could cross the room and do something you’d both regret.

“Jake.” It came out in a plea. “Let’s not do this, OK? Not again. Last night was a coincidence.”

“Or fate.”

“It was a coincidence,” you repeated, starting down the hall to his room where you had left your scrubs. Jake watched in silence from the door frame as you pulled on your pants underneath the baggy t-shirt, scooping up the discarded scrub top and long sleeve shirt into your arms and breezing past him. “Let’s just pretend you never saw me.”

“That’s impossible,” he said, following you as you picked up your purse from where you had laid it near the coffee table. “Y/N.” His fingers reached out and brushed your arm and you were shocked that the electricity was still there.

“Jake.” He knew from your tone. His hand dropped and he watched as you took a step toward the front door. You opened the door and bent down, retrieving the Jeep key from under the mat and tossing it to him. He caught it in one hand. “I’ll drop your shirt off later.”

“Keep it.” Jake pressed both hands to either side of the open door frame, the bright light of the early sun blinding him a little. Beyond, he could see you rushing down the steps.

You paused before you got in your car. It felt like no time had passed since that day you watched him drive away. The same truck that had faded off into the Texas sun all those years ago sat fifteen feet away, and it felt like you were losing him all over again. The lump in your throat was back.

“Bunny.” His voice cracked on the nickname. He looked miserable, standing there on the doorstep. But this time you were leaving him behind. Maybe this time he would know what it was like to watch the person he loved leave without a care in the world. Except you did care. You just didn’t want to.

“Goodbye, Jake.”

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neymarsangel · 9 months

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Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 4

Read Part Three here

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut, fluff ish

Word Count: 3.6K

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The dinner felt like a lifetime and Mick’s teasing didn’t subside and neither did your attitude towards him but after years of media training, you could quickly hide your emotions. Max on the other hand, not so much. If looks could kill then Mick would more indefinitely be dead although, his Mum and Mick’s Mum clearly didn’t pick up on his disgust towards his former friend.

“So y/n,” Mick’s Mum caught your attention as you did your best to ignore her son. “How are your family?” Her smile infected you, she always had that effect on people.

“They’re good although I don’t see them as much as I’d like to. I mainly spend the downtime before another race on my own.”

“y/n!” Gina’s ecstatic voice made you look up from your food. “You haven’t been to the ranch in years, there’s a break before Spain. Come and ride the horses like old times with me!”

“Well if you did you wouldn’t be alone,” Mick spoke.

“Come on y/n, Billy misses you.” Gina referenced her horse. “And I never get to see you anymore.”

You couldn’t say no to Gina. She was a walking bundle of joy no matter where she was. She always had the power to make even the saddest of people smile. “I’ll think about it.” You smiled back at her. “I may see my parents soon, seeing as they don’t come to the races-”

Mick’s Mum suddenly spoke. “They still haven’t attended a race yet?” Her brows arched at her own question.

“Not any since I’ve joined Redbull. They’re just busy all the time and Formula 1 isn’t really their scene.”

“How so?” Gina asked.

“Too many rich people.”

Mick let out a light laugh at your words, his gaze falling to you as he interjected. “Do they know who their daughter is? And the sport she’s in?”

“Well considering I’m never home anymore I’m sure they’re aware.” Your smile was sarcastic as you met Mick’s gaze, something that boiled Max’s blood even more. Knowing the truth behind the two of you he knew Mick was only ever going to taunt you for his own personal gain, anyone that smug didn’t deserve an ego boost.

“Do they still work?” Mick asked despite knowing the answer to his question.

“They do, they won’t let me retire them-”

“Well to me they seem very proud, not the type to scream from the rooftops.” Max quickly butted in, sending a reassuring smile towards you as the words left his lips.

“Can’t imagine why they wouldn’t scream from the rooftops though,” Despite Max’s attempt to end the conversation about your family, Mick clearly wanted to continue. “It’s not every day someone like you climbs to the top-”

“Someone like me?” Your head snapped to the side, sending a glare towards the blonde. Your actions alone made his hand jump from your inner thigh. “What someone with no money? No status in your world-”

“That’s not what I meant…” His words were stern, almost like he was talking down to you.

“You sure Mick?”

“y/n I meant someone who doesn’t have family in the industry-”

“So a status in the industry?”

“Don’t make this a big thing.” His voice fell to a whisper before he spoke louder. “Not like that, I meant a foot in the door. You and Lewis have a similar story.”

You wanted to yell something back at him, believing he was implying something different when Max’s phone suddenly sounded. Excusing himself from the table he walked away leaving everyone in silence to finish their drinks whilst he paced the restaurant.

“Take your hand off my thigh.” You spoke through gritted teeth at the man who quickly obliged with your request.

“y/n I didn’t mean to imply-”

“Imply what Mick? That I wasn’t rich enough for your sport? That I wasn’t at a high enough status for you?”

“No.” His eyes poured into yours. “Money doesn’t matter in this sport-”

“Of course the rich guy who got here because of his Dad would say that.” Rolling your eyes you slumped back in your chair.

“You know it wasn’t easy for me.”

“But easier for you than me.” You hit back at his words, taking Mick back. As he opened his mouth to reply Max’s voice grabbed everyone’s attention.

“I’m really sorry guys I’m going to have to leave. My neighbour just called and Jimmy managed to escape the flat and now he’s hiding in my neighbour's house. He has a dog so poor Jimmy is stressed out. I’m grabbing a flight now.” Max turned to you. “Can you make your way back to the hotel? Or shall I call you a car?”

Smiling at the brunette a smirk filled your face as you spoke. “I’ll be fine Max, I can get Gasly to come and pick me up.”

Smirking back at your words, knowing you were only trying to piss Mick off he spoke. “I’ll text him a heads up.”

“I can take you back.” Mick now mirrored your and Max’s expression. “I think Gasly mentioned he was heading back to France early, he had a dinner planned with his parents.”

Brilliant.

“It’s fine, I’ll call Oscar.” Your words took Mick back by surprise.

“Oscar? The reserve driver?”

“Nothing gets past you, Mick.”

“Didn’t even know he was capable of even talking to a woman.” He muttered, his attitude showing.

Max said his goodbyes before heading off to his flat seemingly several hundred miles away. It wasn’t long till everyone else said their goodbyes and made their way to the car park. Unlike everyone else you stood just outside the restaurant door, scrolling through your phone and wondering who you could call to come and pick you up, Settling on Daniel you were about to call him when a familiar voice pulled up beside you.

“You know it’s getting late.” Mick looked down at you, hands in his suit pockets. “I don’t want you out here on your own.”

“Since when did you care about my well-being?”

“Just because we ‘hate’ one another doesn’t mean I don’t look out for you.”

“Does that include during the races?”

“Daer God no.” His smile grew. “I thought me pushing you into the wall would’ve answered that question for you.”

“So you’re admitting it?”

“No one else will believe you.”

“I think a few Redbull fans will.”

He shrugged. “They can believe all they want.” His head turned to look down at you. “I still have the Championship.”

“Because you cheated.”

“Oh y/n let it go.” He pulled out the keys to his car before walking over to the passenger door. He opened it before looking back at you, a silent beg to get in the car. You could wait for Daniel but your bed was calling your name and you could ignore Mick if you really wanted to.

“You know Max and Christian will kill you if they see me leaving your car.” Your heels sounded on the concrete as you obliged and climbed into his car.

“Well,” He closed the passenger side door before jogging around to his door. “Good thing Max is on a plane right now and Christian is probably fast asleep.”

“Lucky bloke.”

“Can join me in my bed if you’d like-”

“You didn’t win so no.”

“Give it time.”

Most of the car ride was silent, thankfully. The only sound was the softness of the radio pouring from the speakers of the car. Mick quietly tapped his steering wheel as he drove, humming every now and again if he recognised a song on the radio. Occasionally he’d turn his head and look over to you, almost like he was preparing himself to say something.

“Is something bothering you Mick?” You broke the silence.

“No.” His gaze flickered to you again. “Why?”

“You keep looking over at me.”

“And?”

“Why?”

“Why not? Am I not allowed to look?”

“It’s not that you’re not allowed more not wanted.”

“Can’t help you look good in that dress.”

“I’ll let Pierre know, he picked it.” Your smug grin caught his attention.

“I bet he did.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Can I ask you something?”

“If you must.”

“Are you really fucking Gasly?”

“Why do you automatically jump to me sleeping with other drivers?”

“Because if the two of you were dating I’m sure you wouldn’t have jumped at the idea of sleeping with me again.” His eyes danced over to meet yours. “Unless you just couldn’t help yourself…”

“I was drunk when I agreed to that.”

“Could’ve backed out.”

“You wouldn’t let me.”

Mick laughed at your words. “Very fair point y/l/n… but you still didn’t answer my question.”

“Is it any of your business?”

“Well, considering I’m sleeping with you I’d rather not share.”

“You always did have a tinge of jealousy to you.”

“Not always, you can flirt with as many men as you want but at the end of the day I know that when I’m at the top of the podium you’ll be coming home with me.”

“And when you’re not?”

“You’re too busy out celebrating to even think of another man, you’ve always been the type to sacrifice any relationship for your success.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“That wasn’t the sole reason why I called it quits.”

“Then what was it? The real reason?”

“It’s complicated y/n.” He pulled up to the hotel car park.

“No, it’s not Mick. You still wanted the luxury of taking home as many girls as you could-”

“Oh come on, you know I’m not like that.”

“You act like it at times.”

Rolling his eyes he turned his car engine off. “I’ll never convince you.”

“Maybe if you didn’t- Shit!” Slumping down in your seat as far as you could your hands attempted to cover your face.

“What are you doing?” Mick scrunched his face up in confusion.

“It’s Christian!” Mick scanned the car park before meeting the dull eyes of Christian Horner. “Shit Mick just drive away!”

“Drive away? He’s just watched me pull in here!”

“Then do something!”

“Like what? I can’t just make him leave!”

“Try anything! He’ll kill me if he sees me with you!”

“Fine.” Mick clambered out of the car, locking his vehicle behind him as he caught the attention of Christian Horner. You honestly thought his plan was to just head back into the hotel, exchanging words with Horner until he was out of sight before coming back to get you but as time passed on that plan you thought he had quickly faded.

You: Where are you?

Mick: Got caught up with Toto, I’ll come to get you soon

You: Are you serious Mick? I’m locked in your car

Mick: At least the seats are comfy

You: Mick please hurry up

Mick: I’ll try

You: No come now

Mick: Toto bought me a drink at the bar, I can’t exactly run off

You: Yes you can, tell him you need to go or that you left something in your car

Mick: And then he catches us together?

You: Mick, please

Mick: Please what my love?

You: Just hurry up

You could feel his smirk through the phone which only pissed you off more. Getting up from your crouched position you sat back in your seat, your head fell back as your eyes quickly shut. Sleep slowly took over your body as you did your best to get comfy in Mick’s car seats. At this point you didn’t even care who saw you in his car, you were good at lying and a good lie would easily get you out of your situation although little did you know you wouldn’t be sleeping long in your rival's car.

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Sunlight disturbed your sleep, causing your eyes to squint open. Raising your hands to cover your face you groaned at the feeling of being awoken. You had every intention to quickly drift back to sleep when a voice caused your eyes to burst open.

“Morning pretty girl.” Bolting up your eyes met Mick’s who was sitting in a chair opposite the bed you were currently in. “Sleep well?”

“Is this your hotel room?” Ignoring his question your eyes scanned your surroundings.

“Well it isn’t yours.” Mick replied as he brought a mug to his lips.

“How did I get here? Did we…?”

“No we didn’t.” A light chuckle fell from his lips. “I planned to walk back in the hotel with Christian when Toto saw me, he asked if I wanted a drink and I couldn’t exactly say no, could I?”

“I mean you could’ve.”

“It’s Toto Wolff you don’t say no.” Rolling your eyes at the man he quickly continued after a light pause. “Anyeay, he bought me a drink and we got to talking, I did try and get away but you don’t run away from Toto Wolff. When I got back to my car you were asleep, I couldn’t just leave you there so I brought you back here. Your dress is over there,” He pointed to your dress which was currently draped over the bathroom door. “I did my best not to look but I wasn’t going to let you fall asleep in that, it looked so uncomfortable.”

“Thank you, Mick.” Surprisingly the pair of you shared a small smile that didn’t have an underline of sarcasm laced to it.

“You’re welcome.” He moved over and handed you a plate of breakfast. “I’ve booked a late check out for this room and yours so I’ll leave you to it.” He grabbed his things before he walked over to you. Leaning down he planted a kiss on your head, a gesture which took you off guard entirely. “I’ll see you in a few days when I take P1.” Sending you a wink Mick quickly left the room leaving you alone with your thoughts.

He didn’t need to do what he did. He could’ve easily left you in his car for the other drivers to see in the morning and Ferrari wouldn��t bat an eyelid at the Stargirl of Red Bull in his car but Christian Horner would. You finished your food in silence before sneaking back to your own room in his clothes, you’d give him his clothes back eventually but you couldn’t lie that they were comfy. Maybe you’d hang on to them for a little longer than you planned. Ironically the next race was the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix which you won, Mick trailed behind in P2 and Lando claimed P3.

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Miami was in full swing. You could tell you were in America as everything was amplified by 100. Celebrities littered the garages as the race quickly approached. You were starting in P2, Max in P1 and Mick in P3. You and Max were finishing up your preparations for the race, and one thing the pair of you started doing was playing a game of snap.

Anyone who looked on would’ve thought the two of you were just being childish and didn’t really care about the race ahead but the truth was when you joined Red Bull your anxiety worsened before a race. Max picked up on this almost instantly and posed the idea of doing something to take your mind off what was going on around you both. He posed the idea of playing snap with a deck of cards, the game allowed you to block everything out and completely focus on what was in front of you. Every week he bought different themed cards, last week it was different breeds of cats this week it was zoo animals.

“Snap!” You called out, pointing to the pile of cards before you both. You both sat crossed-legged on the floor hidden away as you played.

“That’s three to you and one to me.” Max kept a little notepad in the garages to keep the tallies of every game. At the end of the season the pair of you would add up who’d won the most and whoever lost had to buy drinks for the team at the end of the season celebrations.

“At this rate, you’ll be buying the drinks in November.” Smirking up at him you shuffled the card deck before splitting it in two.

“It’s a marathon, not a sprint y/n.” He returned the smirk as he looked at his cards. “Ready?”

You nodded as the two of you started to place one card down at a time, the pair of you watching intently at the actions of the other, ready to jump in at any second. Your focus couldn’t be broken until a number of boos and yells sounded at the garage entrance. Both you and Max raised your heads to see Mick Schumacher come strolling towards you both.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Max spat, standing from the floor.

“I came to speak to-”

“Brilliant you’ve spoken now get the fuck out!” Max blocked Mick from even looking towards you with his frame.

Mick held his hands up in surrender, a smile on his lips. “That’s no way to talk around your teammate's parents.”

“What?” Max scrunched his face up at Mick’s words before his eyes fell on a couple who looked rather similar to you, standing behind the Ferrari driver.

You’d now risen from your spot on the floor and were looking towards the scene before you. “Mum? Dad?” You were just as taken back as Max was. Your parents weaved past your rival and teammate to pull you into a hug. “What are you two doing here?” Your eyes glared at Mick.

“Mick invited us.” Your mother pulled away and smiled at you and Mick. “We couldn’t get here until this morning due to your father’s work but we’re here for the big race!”

“Heard you’re on track to win the World Championship this year!” Your Dad smiled as he spoke. He was always supportive despite knowing very little about Formula 1.

“For now,” Mick spoke, his smug smile gleaming at his remark. You wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. You would never be able to read him, one minute he wanted to take care of you, making sure you didn’t get in trouble with your team principal then antagonising you to the point where you contemplated throwing a punch at his perfect face.

“You shouldn’t be in here Schumacher,” Max interjected.

“You’re right Verstappen,” Mick spoke to Max but his eyes never left yours. “Good luck y/l/n. Be safe out there.” He turned on his heel and walked back to the Ferrari garage without another word.

“He seems lovely.” Your Mum put her hand on your arm. “You used to be teammates, didn’t you?”

“That’s what Mick told us.” Your Dad joined in on the conversation.

“We used to drive alongside one another a few years ago yes, for Haas.” You gave them a light smile, your eyes glued to Mick’s figure slowly fading from your eyesight.

“He speaks very highly of you.”

“Does he?” Max asked.

“Oh yes.” Your Dad smiled. “Says you were one of his closest friends.”

Friends that fucked one another.

“Times change when you get to the top.” Grabbing your helmet you quickly said goodbye to your parents as they took their spots in the garage to watch the race.

The race wasn’t the cleanest. A collision between Max, yourself and George made Max retire and you had an unfortunate stop to the garages.The pit stop fixing your car which took a little too long made you come out behind Mick. You tried everything to get past him but he was defending with every fibre of his being. You finished the race in P2 whilst he took the win.

“That was good racing today y/n, really well done,” Christian spoke down the radio. “There’s an investigation against George so we’ll see what comes from that.”

“Won’t take us to P1 but thank you guys for today, good thing we still had one car on the track, how’s Max?”

“He wants Russell’s head on a stick.” You laughed at your team principal's words, you wouldn’t be surprised if Max was waiting for George in the garages.

“I don't blame him.”

A loud sigh left your lips as you parked your car behind the P2. You knew what it meant if you saw Mick in P1. Another night of hell (liar). Yet your anger didn’t last when you saw your parents standing alongside Christian Horner. The pair of them held your country's flag in their hands, screaming your name. Anyone would’ve thought you’d just become a world champion.

Leaving your car you ran straight to them, holding them close as they sang praises in your ears. You moved on to the garage team and Max before heading off to the podium, your smile growing on your face.

“You that excited to sleep with me again?” Mick leaned down and whispered in your ear. The two of you were waiting with Charles to collect your trophies.

“Not everything’s about you Schumacher.” Mick’s hand trailed down your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“I’ll let you savour the moment with your parents.” You turned your head to meet his gaze. “You can hold up your end of the bet when you come to the ranch.” His lips pecked your forehead before he stepped back, acting like the interaction between himself and you had never happened.

Well, you know what they say, save a horse, ride a cowboy.

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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golden barn lights

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

summary: After your elopement, you and Jake head to Texas for his family's ranch party. You keep your relationship a secret, not wanting to steal his mom's thunder, but Jake finally gets you alone for a dance outside.

wc: 2.2k

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Jake was thankful for the traffic on the dirt road that led to his family’s ranch. His hand rested on your thigh, his fingers tapping along to the Patsy Cline song coming from the speakers, emerald colored eyes flashing between the car in front of him and the changing colors of the trees. The traffic meant more alone time with you, delaying the arrival of the town’s prodigal children.

“You have a pretty voice,” you said warmly, your head resting against the glass. You watched the fall colored leaves fall from the trees that blocked the golden sun, smiling to yourself as a rust toned leaf got stuck in the window.

His pink lips upturned in a genuine smile, you always knew by the soft lines that formed around his mouth. You turned your head to look at him, and just as you figured, a soft pink blush dusted his cheeks. “You did that on purpose, darlin’,” he groaned, his eyes catching your smug grin.

“I suppose,” you responded nonchalantly, the smirk you wore told something different. Jake grimaced as the long line of cars started to move. Shifting in your seat, you moved his hand off your thigh and intertwined your fingers. Goosebumps formed on his arm as the cold gemstone of your engagement ring grazed the bare skin of his finger. All you could do was smile and place loving kisses on his knuckles.

Every year, for a few weeks in October, the Seresin Ranch would open its large iron gates to the public. The pumpkin patch and hayrides were something out of a cheesy romcom, and Nora Seresin ate it up. She made sure the grand opening night would be over the top as soon as she found out her beloved son would be coming home just in time, his best friend right beside him. He recalled something about a new fall themed garden from one of their phone calls. The town was buzzing as soon as word spread.

Oh if only the town knew.

“Ready?” Jake asked as he finally pulled into the garage, the truck’s engine a soft rumble.

The solemness in his features didn’t go unnoticed, and neither did yours. His gaze was trained on the silver band that wrapped around his ring finger. “I’m not ready to take it off,” you matched his glum tone, looking at the slender silver wedding band on yours.

It was a couple of weeks of bliss; Jake running from his plane, wrapping you in his arms, and begged you to marry him after the almost suicide mission. At first, you thought it was the adrenaline and the cheering crowd on the carrier that boosted his ego, but then he pulled out a ring when the moon took its place in the sky. With phones turned off and lips sworn to a temporary secret, you and Jake shared promises and a loving kiss in a quaint courthouse.

Jake removed your rings and you removed his before he placed them carefully in the glove compartment. “We’ll tell them tomorrow,” he repeated his promise as the two of you exited the truck. You smoothed down your sundress (you praised mother nature for the perfect Texas fall weather) giving Jake enough time to round the vehicle and guide you to the barn across the path.

“When my family comes over for breakfast,” you added, smiling at the people happily roaming the ranch.

“Ma will kill me if I ruin her moment,” he chuckled. It was common knowledge that no Seresin liked their thunder stolen, and what a doozy would it be to announce the elopement of childhood friends.

Jake’s hand itched at his side as you two walked, his fingers twitching at the feeling of your empty hand next to him. He’d grown accustomed to having you close, fate being an unlikely friend and placing you beside him at every point in your Navy career. He’d always known you, it was hard not to in such a small Texas town. Typically, the whole town would cheer for a pair of best friends falling in love, mothers would roll their eyes and shake their heads while fathers would playfully place bets—it never happened to the two of you. No bets, no playful remarks, surely it came out of nowhere like Jake’s plane emerging from the clouds to save Rooster and Maverick’s lives.

The large red barn came into view, golden light pouring from the open doors and windows, lively country music coming from the band inside. “Save me a dance?” you asked him playfully as you spotted your parents speaking with his own.

He grinned and shot you a wink, “Sure, baby.”

It didn’t take long for a pair of joyous squeals to ring out. You and Jake stood in front of the doors for a whole two seconds before your mothers hugged you and squeezed the daylights out of you. “Hi, mom,” you managed to get out, patting her back.

“Son,” Jacob Seresin Sr. laughed pridefully, clapping a large hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Good to see you back. I’m proud of you son.” A warmth spread through him, his heart probably couldn’t feel fuller in that moment. His wife wrapped in the arms of his beloved mother, his father speaking about him in such high regard to everyone that would listen—he took a moment to soak it in. He’d lie if anyone asked why his eyes were glossy.

“Sweetheart, I’m so happy you’re here,” your mother cooed, cupping your face to check for cuts and bruises.

“Me too, mama,” you giggled, playfully shaking your head to get out of her motherly grasp.

“Enjoy the event, kids,” Jacob chimed in, raising his amber colored bottle in the air and pointing in the direction of the interior.

Jake was about to pour out a string of compliments of the event, but then an older woman rushed over; rushing as much as she could for a frail eighty year old woman. She looped a veiny arm around Jake’s and dragged him with a surprising amount of force, muttering something about spiked punch and her granddaughter. He looked back at you with a dramatic pleading face, making you giggle and bite down on your lip to prevent a wide grin.

Much to your and Jake’s disappointment, that was the last time you interacted the entire evening; whisked away by military veterans dying for a good mission story and older women trying to set you up with their sons and daughters. The band’s country music reverberated off the walls, you smiled, and the mix of elegance and coziness that Jake’s mom was able to achieve.

You were having your ear talked off by some of your old high school girlfriends, gushing about recent engagements and promotions. Their words sounded fuzzy, your attention was set on the corner of the room which was occupied by a few guys in flannel. Normally that corner was home to loose hay covering the floor; Jake kissed you there for the first time when you were younger, a few days away from leaving for flight school. He threw you into the hay, and you grabbed his wrist to pull him down on top of you. You managed to recall every shade of green and fleck of gold in his irises as he looked at you longingly until they became blurry from how close he got. Your lips still managed to tingle in remembrance.

He’s alone, you thought happily as you caught his stare, his eyebrows raised hopefully. You uttered a lame excuse and started to cross the large floor to him. The blond started to rise from his seat, ready to give you that dance. An older woman patted your arm, pivoting your direction as she guided you.

Jake sat back down.

You shrugged and weakly smiled.

The dances continued, and the same stories began to shift and change as exhaustion set in. You and Jake almost gave up in trying to find each other after the fourth line dance. His patience wore thin when he reached for your hand but was grabbed by another, and that string almost snapped when the lady with hair as high as the heavens said her daughter was single. Doin’ this for ma, he thought bitterly to himself with clenched fists and gritted teeth.

There was an ocean of people between you, the opposite walls of the barn holding the two of you up. His eyes locked with yours and your body began to relax. He motioned his head towards the back door, a small smirk on his handsome features. Eagerly nodding your head in response, he walked with urgency towards the wood door.

Jake finally drew in a breath of relief as darkness covered him like a comfortable blanket. The cold air soothing his lungs, he looked to the sky, breath stolen by brilliant stars. Nothing could compare to the stars in a cloudless Texas sky, not even the ones on a carrier in the middle of the ocean.

“Jake,” you whispered into the night. His lips immediately turned upward, his gaze looking for you in the dark. He could always pick you out in a crowd and even in the dark; he knew the way you walked, how you held yourself, and your silhouette was something he prided himself on memorizing.

“You know,” he spoke confidently, making you jump at the volume, “I’ve been waitin’ to get you in my arms all night.”

He heard you giggle shyly, then he felt your hands press against his chest and slid them down his abs, nails gently dragging along the material. Your hands finally rested on his back, the side of your face pressed in between his defined pecs. “I got three marriage proposals, what about you?” you murmured ss he began to sway from side to side. The same Patsy Cline song he heard from the car now being played by the band, he hummed along before he replied.

Jake laughed and pressed an amused kiss to the top of your head. “Five. I’m in demand, baby.”

You shifted in his embrace, worming your arms around his neck and he instinctively gripped your hips. “I have competition,” you joked, looking up. His features were barely visible in the darkness.

He scoffed jokingly, gently slapping your hips. “Far, far from it. You’re the only one that could get a ring on my finger.”

“Sap,” you chuckled, rising on your tiptoes to kiss him. Hours without one of his sweet kisses felt like years to you; blame it on the newlywed bliss. His warm hand slid upwards, leaving goosebumps in its wake before he managed to cup the nape of your neck. Your eyes fluttered close, focusing on his touch.

Something illuminated the darkness, making your nose crinkle. Golden lights flickered on, before finally lighting up the space behind the barn. You and Jake’s lips finally parted, still wrapped up in each other's arms as you observed. Fairy lights littered the space, wrapping around large sunflowers and corn stocks while larger lights were hung in the air like a big top tent. Before the fear set in, you thought your husband looked beautiful and he thought the same of you.

He looked towards the barn, blood turning cold as he saw his mother with her dainty finger on the light switch. Her signature Seresin smirk was displayed proudly, the shake of her head made a heat rush to your face. “Ma-”

“Save it,” she snickered, waving him off. “I got eyes, son.”

Jake sheepishly pulled away from you, his fingers twitching. “There’s something we gotta-”

He was cut off once more, this time by you, “We weren't ready to tell anyone.” He looked down at you in surprise, his lips slightly parted. He was more than ready to tell her about the elopement.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” she sighed with a smile, nodding in understanding. “When Jakey came home from his first day of sixth grade talkin’ about a girl in math class. I just knew you were bound to go steady.”

You and Jake chuckled. “This is still her moment,” you whispered, “We’re not ready for one of her stern talking tos.”

“Y’all have a nice night,” she winked before going back to the party.

After a few breaths of relief, Jake took you back in his arms. You hummed at the warmth and nuzzled your face back into his chest, smiling at how fast his heart was racing. "We could have told her," he mumbled.

"I kinda wanna savor this a little longer." You responded, holding him a little tighter. Jake laughed and put the side of his face on the crown of your head, gently moving you to the music.

"Till breakfast?"

"Over your mom's pumpkin pancakes."

—

"Married!" Your mother's exclaimed at the same time. The table stood still as you and Jake stood at the head of the table, rings displayed proudly on your hands. Jake caught his father slip your dad a fifty-dollar bill, and you watched your siblings share knowing looks with Jake’s sisters.

“When did this start?” Your dad asked with a grin.

“Before flight school,” Jake’s older sister answered.

“In the barn,” his younger sister added.

“Y’all needed a better hiding spot,” your sister snickered in between bits of her food.

Nora got up from the table and held your hand, her free one lovingly stroking Jake’s cheek. “We didn’t wanna ruin the party ma… you know how you get,” Jake said lightly.

“I see why you didn’t tell me,” she chuckled. “Welcome to the family, sweetie, officially.”

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hi babe!! i do NOT mean to badger but I’m addicted to ur writing🙈 was wondering if you’d please do CEO/hubby!Rafe where reader’s been waiting for him to come home all day and won’t stop sending him slutty shit (texts/pics) while he’s @ work (little does she know he’s doing a presentation so it broadcasts for his whole meeting to see) and he’s punishes her when he gets home (but like he lowkey gets the biggest ego boost from it cause it’s his needy girl ofc)?? w lots of dirty talk, spanking, overstim, dacryphilia, etc. thank you again SOOOSOSO much if you decide to write 😚<3!

my eyes only | rafe cameron x reader

Summary: After your attempts to seduce Rafe while he’s at work end in his coworkers seeing what’s only meant for him, Rafe comes home on a mission to prove who you belong to.

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: 18+ content, smutty smut smut, ceo!rafe, slight! dacryphilia, dirty talk, punishment, spanking, overstimulation, dom!rafe, sub!reader, teasing, exposed nudes (in a way?)

A/N: Never a badger I’m so happy you love my writing ❤️😭 Sorry for taking forever to get to it but I hope you like it! All of your requests are 🥵 and I have way too much fun writing them LMAO

Rafe smiles as he watches the picture of you two on your wedding day come across his phone, picking it up so he can answer your phone call. You'd been texting him on and off all morning, Rafe feeling a sense of pride that you can't seem to get enough of him even when he's away.

"Hey, baby girl," He greets, dropping his pen on the desk and leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. He knew what he was getting himself into by answering your call, but he needed to hear the aftermath of what he did this morning. It fed his ego in a way that he can’t even put into words.

"Hey, handsome," Your sultry voice echoes through the other side of the phone, Rafe catching onto the soft desire laced in your tone despite you trying to feign innocence. "What're you doing?"

"Getting the last finishing touches done on this presentation. Meeting's in a few minutes,” Rafe tells you. You hum, a curious lift to your tone, "I thought you had the meeting this morning?"

"We were supposed to but half the office was stuck in traffic after that bad accident so we just pushed it back to after lunch," Rafe explained, lazily going through the graphics of his presentation. He’s already made sure it was up to par before you called.

"Mmm," You mumble, Rafe hearing the smirk that is no doubt on your face as you ask, "But you have a few extra minutes?"

"Yeah, sweet girl," He smiles. "What're you doing?"

"Touching myself."

Rafe almost chokes on his own spit at your words, regaining confidence as he scoffs at you in disbelief. He hears rustling on the other side of the bed, a small whimper leaving you making Rafe’s jaw clench that he’s not there to see what you’re doing.

"You better be joking. You know the rules," Rafe reminds you, knowing you don’t really need it. You know he likes to be there if you’re gonna do anything remotely close to touching yourself, mostly because he can stop you midway and do it himself. The thought of you being alone in your bed pleasing yourself while Rafe is at work is enough to make him want to drive home now.

But this God forsaken meeting is what’s stopping him.

"Why do you think I called?" You teased, becoming more breathless. "I can't help it. I couldn't stop thinking about this morning."

"Yeah?" Rafe smirks, memories of his head between your thighs this morning flashing in his head. "What about it?"

"You ate me out so good,” You respond, giggling and letting out a small moan. "I miss your tongue."

"That's all you miss?" Rafe rasps, stopping himself from reaching down and palming the growing bulge in his pants. You would call not even five minutes before his meeting just to drive him crazy. It’s what you did best; something he both loved and hated.

"No," You whimper, "I miss you. I want you to come home so I can show you exactly what I'm missing."

"Fuck, baby-" Rafe’s jaw cocks, about to speak the filthiest things into your ear to get you off until he can get home. A knock on the door to his office is what stops him, his assistant leaning in the room with a soft smile.

"Mr. Cameron?" She greets, "They're ready for you in the conference room."

Rafe rolls his eyes, knowing you heard what was said by your huff on the phone. He nods at his assistant to send her away, the spell you had on him being broken now that he has to stand in front of a bunch of middle aged coworkers and pretend he didn’t have the hottest fucking wife.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," He tells you, sitting up to close his computer and unplug it. "I'll come home as soon as I can. Behave until then."

"Okay, Mr. Cameron," You drawl, tone filled with lust as you hang up before he can respond. He scoffs in disbelief again, looking down at the phone.

"You are gonna be the fucking death of me."

He grabs his Macbook, standing up and checking to make sure his hard on went down. After a quick run through of football and all of his favorite players, he was able to get rid of the bulge in his pants, trying to keep you as far from his mind as possible so he can focus on this meeting right now so he can fuck the shit out of you later.

•••

"This demonstration is just to show that if we move things around in the budget, we'd have more-" Rafe is interrupted from his breakdown of the graph by another message popping up on the corner of the display screen.

The Wife: Come home and fuck me already.

Rafe clears his throat, relieved when the message disappears relatively quickly. He knew his coworkers read what you said, but they made no motions to act like they did. Still, Rafe had to keep it professional.

"Sorry about that," Rafe apologized, shaking his head lightly to get rid of the thoughts about you as he continued. "As I was saying, most of the money in this company is being wasted on-"

The Wife: I'm so wet right now

The Wife: Wanna see?

Rafe's mouth slams shut, mind going blank for a moment before it clicked what would be coming next. You were growing more needy in your messages, and as much as Rafe loves when you were needy, this was a slippery slope he was going down by trying to ignore your messages.

"Give me a moment."

Rafe walks over to the table, moving his finger across the keyboard to wake the Mac up. He looked around for the messaging app, opening it in order to mute the conversation with you. Unfortunately, when he opened the message app the thread of your messages was already opened, leaving what you sent him to be displayed in front of everyone.

The text messages were nothing; Rafe could deal with his coworkers teasing him about messages from his wife. What he couldn't deal with was his colleagues seeing a picture of you laid on the bed, hand grabbing your boob as you bite your lip. He couldn't deal with another picture showing up of you, back arched with your perfect ass perched up in the air.

And what he damn sure couldn't deal with was watching his coworkers' cheeks flush as they gawked at the photos, some of them adjusting in their chairs. He slams the laptop closed, unhooking it from the monitor completely. He hears his phone ding in his pocket, and he knows it's another message from you.

Grabbing his laptop, he kept his face void of emotion, but his eyes held an anger that made his colleagues cower. He gave a look that could kill all of the men around the table, leaving no room for argument in his tone, "We'll finish this meeting tomorrow morning."

He doesn't wait for responses, walking out of the meeting room and to his office. He throws the laptop on the leather couch that's in there, running his hands over his face as he sits at his desk. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his phone to open your message.

There you lay, hair spread out over the pillow with an arm stretched out to hold the phone above you. You were in his favorite lingerie, the red lace perfect against your skin, and your other hand is pushed into your panties. His mouth loses all moisture as two things click in his mind.

The first was that you looked fucking beautiful, and he couldn't wait to get home.

The second thing was that if he would've waited a second later, they would've seen a sight that only he is allowed to see — you touching your perfect little pussy.

Anger coursed through him at the thought of his coworkers seeing that picture. It coursed through him at the thought that they saw the other pictures. They saw what a desperate little slut you could be, and he knew they would be imagining you being a desperate little slut for them.

The Husband: You better be naked and in position when I get home.

•••

You hear the front door open, making you gasp as you rush onto the bed. You get on your knees at the front of the bed, leaning back on your calves as you face the door, fingers playing with each other behind your back.

Your breathing picked up in anticipation what was to come, and you had to take deep breaths to steady your heart rate. When Rafe woke you up this morning with his head between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man, you knew the day would only end the same way.

He'd been such a cocky man, smirking at you while you begged him to skip work and stay with you, so you wanted to return the favor by making him so hard while he's at work that he can't even think straight. You weren't surprised when he texted you telling you to get into position by the time he got home, if anything you expected it.

You knew you were pushing his limit with the picture of you touching yourself — Rafe wasn't forgiving to you breaking his rules. But you knew the picture did its job when not only five minutes later he was texting you that he was on the way home.

The bedroom door opens, and you look up to see Rafe standing at the doorway with an unreadable expression. His jaw clenched as he walks in the room, undoing his tie and loosening his collar as he moves to stand directly in front of you.

You gaze up at him with a feigned innocent look, Rafe cocking his head in response with a lifted eyebrow. He brings a hand up, lightly moving your hair from your face and tracing your jaw with his fingers. He moves until his thumb is tracing your bottom lip, pulling it down. You get the hint, opening your mouth while he slides the digit in.

He’s still not saying a word, something you weren’t expecting. He just continues to look at you with a blank expression as he presses his thumb down onto your tongue, wrapping your lips around it as you suck lightly. He bites his lip, letting out a low chuckle.

“Quite a show you put on for me today,” He started, rubbing your cheek with the back of his other hand. You smile lightly as you continue to lick at his digit, a rush of arousal going through you at his tone. All of a sudden, the hand that was softly stroking your cheek comes down to wrap around your throat tightly, “Me and all of my coworkers.”

You stop your movements, eyes knitting together as a sinking feeling settles in your chest. Rafe unwraps his hand from your neck to bring it to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling it hard, making your head tilt back as a broken gasp leaves your lips.

His eyes are hard as he leers down at you, “Did I tell you to stop sucking?”

He brings his thumb out of your mouth, tracing your lips as you swallow before responding, “No, sir.”

He hums, replacing his thumb with his pointer and middle finger as he pushes them into your mouth, shoving them until they hit the back of your throat. You gag, making Rafe slap your face before pushing his fingers back in your mouth.

“Relax,” He ordered, and you relaxed your throat as your jaw went slack. “How are you gonna take my cock down your throat if you can barely handle my fingers?”

You whimper as Rafe’s lips press into a hard line, forcing his fingers in and out of your mouth. He curses, eyes dark as he removes his hands from you, undoing his pants. He motions for you to get up, "Get on your knees on the floor."

You're quick to do so, getting up as Rafe takes your place at the edge of the bed. You get on your knees in front of him, watching as he pulls his cock out. He surprises you when he doesn't immediately grab your head, instead leaning back on his hands as he looks at you with an expectant look, "Go on."

You wrap your hand around his cock, about to put him in your mouth when he uses his pointer finger to your chin, pushing your head up as he looks down at you.

"If you do a good enough job, I might not hurt you as much."

A shiver runs down your spine at the threat, thighs clenching as you nod your head before quickly correcting yourself, "Yes, sir."

He gives you a nod, wordlessly telling you to continue. You don't waste any time, taking him in your mouth and sucking on the tip of his cock. His legs tense as you push your head down, looking up at him the way he likes once he's deep in your throat. He groans, hands flexing on the bed as he stops himself from grabbing a fistful of your hair.

You know this is the beginning of his punishment; not touching or directing you. He knows how much you love it when he grabs your hair and just starts using your mouth, but he wants to make you earn it. He wants you to prove that you can do it on your own, and you know he's itching for a reason to give you the full wrath of him.

You take him as far as you can, Rafe telling you to go deeper. You try, but pull off once you start to gag, rubbing his cock with the spit from your mouth. You take him in your mouth again, Rafe surprising you and bucking his hips up. You pull off, and Rafe growls as he glares down at you.

"Keep pulling off. I dare you," He warns, and your eyes widen in response. You swallow, hyping yourself up and taking him in your mouth again. Taking him deep in your throat, you compose yourself when he bucks his hips again, mouth not leaving his cock as you bob your head up and down.

The blowjob is sloppy, Rafe pushing himself into your mouth while keeping his hands next to him. You move faster up and down, pushing your head all the way down until your nose brushes his light pubic hair. You're about to pull up when Rafe brings a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.

Your hands grasp onto his thighs as he holds your head down, Rafe bucking his cock into your mouth roughly. Tears start to form in your eyes at his movement, pushing through it as you take him deep in your throat. Rafe groans loudly, using his grip on your hair to rip you off of him, you falling back onto the floor.

"Come here," He orders, you get up and walk until you stand between his legs, You start to rub the tears from your eyes, Rafe stopping your hands and holding your face in his hands, eyes scanning over you. "So pretty when you cry from my cock, right baby?"

You nod, Rafe glaring at you at your lack of verbal response. You go to correct yourself, but Rafe slaps you as he sits back on the bed, "Get across my lap."

You hesitate, knowing what would happen if you did. You've come to be able to read your husband and his moods, especially in the bedroom, and right now he was in the mood to turn your ass black and blue. The comment about his coworkers runs through your mind, and you slowly lay yourself across his lap.

He’s quiet at first as he runs his hands over the soft cheeks of your ass, gripping the flesh before rubbing again. You knew he was trying to ease you into the punishment, not wanting to immediately start spanking you, which told you that you did a pretty good job with the blowjob.

“You did a good job baby,” He echoes your thoughts, voice calm. But you know this is the calm before the storm. “So instead of what I was going to do, we’re only going to do twenty spanks, okay?”

Your breath hitches. Twenty? Instead of what he was going to do? Your heart beats faster as the anticipation of what’s to come sinks in, and you’re trying to mentally prepare yourself for the punishment when Rafe grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up as he glares down at you.

“When I ask a question, you fucking answer me. Trust me, you don’t want to push me right now.”

“I’m sorry,” You instantly replied, eyes begging. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” He whispers, hand loosening its grip on your hair as you rest it back onto the bed. He brings a hand to your back, resting it there as he uses his other hand to continue massaging your ass. “Tell me why you’re being punished.”

Your answer is cut off by Rafe raising his hand, bringing it back down harshly on your ass. The sound of the spank echoes in the room, and you let out a low squeak in surprise. You whimper, “B-because I teased you while you were at work.”

Rafe hums, the sound condescending as he lands another hard smack on the cheek of your ass. He makes a tsks sound as he mumbles, “Not just me.”

“My coworkers saw what a needy little slut you are,” He continued, hand still lifted from your ass as you waited for the next blow. “Do you think that was fun for me? Watching other men see you the way only I’m allowed to.”

He brings his hand down, this slap harder than the last ones as it radiates the same anger in his tone. Your eyes squeeze shut as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“How-”

He cuts you off with another brutal slap to your ass. The comforting hand on your back is removed as he grabs you by your hair again. Your neck strains at the angle he forces you so you can meet his glare, his eyes dark. “I’m talking. You only talk when I ask you something, is that clear?”

Your mind grows foggy from his movements, your ass already on fire as you think to yourself you have about fifteen more of these. He doesn't take your lack of response lightly, bringing his hand down on your ass again. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

“Yes sir! Yes,” You breathe out, Rafe roughly letting your head go again as he brings his hand back to run against your skin. You relish in the comfort, Rafe pausing the harsh spanks to massage the flesh of your ass. The touch is hot, the light stings as he rubs making you whimper into the bed as tears form in your eyes.

“Such a shame,” Your husband mumbles. “I was ready to come home and make love to my beautiful wife after leaving her high and dry this morning.”

The softness of his tone is not reflected in the harsh slap he lands on your ass again, voice growing hard and cold, “Was gonna make it up to you.”

The anger continues as he immediately spanks you again impossibly harder than the last time, and you let out a small noise. “Now, you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from making any noise as he continues the assault on your ass, knowing if you did he would add even more to the punishment. You know when to push him, and as much as you wanted to act like a spoiled brat right now he had the upper hand.

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to keep my composure when those pricks were looking at you like you were some plaything,” He spits, spanking you again. “Like you were their plaything.”

His own words anger him, the thought of his coworkers thinking of you as anything other than his driving him crazy. “Is that what you wanted? You wanted other men to see you like that?”

“No,” You whine, Rafe making a noise in protest. He knows that wasn't your intention, but he needs to hear it. “I promise. It was only for you.”

“That’s right. Just for me,” He praises, hand coming to the bottom of your chin to lift your head again. You gaze up at him as he leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips, eyes flashing as he notices the tears streaming down your face. “Because you’re my little plaything, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir. I’m only yours.”

He breathes harshly, spanking you again as he keeps your head tilted up at him. He watches as you squeeze your eyes shut at the harsh impact, and you feel him start to harden under you. "I'm gonna spank you harder now. I'm not stopping. If you're smart, you’ll keep your mouth shut until I’m done.”

He lets your head fall as he brings his hand to rest on your back again, fingers tracing you to offer some sort of comfort for what's about to come. You bury your face on the comforter, mouth biting down on the fabric as you will yourself to not make any noise as he starts to land harsh smacks on your ass.

You cursed at yourself for thinking he was being rough before. Now that he's not stopping, he's focusing fully on landing brutal hits on your ass. Rafe's hand on your back stops being used as a comfort tool as he presses it down harder to keep you still as you begin to squirm.

He shushes you as he slows down, the last few spanks on your ass being even more cruel and merciless. There are dried tears on your face as you whimper into the sheets, Rafe massaging your ass as he stops the punishment.

“Come here, baby,” He softly whispered, helping you up and sitting you on his lap in a straddling position. The heat of your ass grazes his pants, the friction causing discomfort as you try to raise up only for Rafe to grab your hips, pushing you on his lap. His eyes are dark as he looks at you, bringing his hands back to your cheeks and rubbing the dried tears.

“You did a good job, baby,” He whispers, and you whimper at the praise. Your mind is in a haze as you lean your forehead against his, eyes closing as you take the time to breathe. “But I’m not done.”

At his words, your eyes come open again as you meet his unreadable expression. His eyes are more gentle than before, but you can still see the anger swimming as you pout up at him, about to plead your case. He shushes you as he runs his hands over your hair, kissing you softly.

“It’s okay. I just have to show you that you can’t do that again. I almost killed everyone in that room, and I would have if they saw you touching what's mine.”

You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, pecking his lips continuously as the guilt sinks in, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know-”

Rafe is quick to comfort you, hands rubbing up and down your back now as he lets you move your kisses down to his neck, “I know baby, I know. But that doesn’t change anything.”

He motions for you to pull back, and you do so as you give him an innocent look. There's a ghost of a smile on his face as he kisses your cheek, coming around to kiss the other as he uses his hands to unwrap your arms from around his neck. He kisses your wrists, facial expression growing hard again as he looks at you, "Take my tie off."

Your hands are shaking slightly as you begin to take his tie off, Rafe’s eyes not leaving your face. Your face flushes when your eyes meet his as you motion for him to lean his head down so you can take it off, and you can’t believe he’s still able to make you as nervous as he does.

You hand him the tie, not having to be asked before you display your wrists out to him. He hums in approval, lacing the tie around your wrists as he knots the fabric together. He gives a final tug to make sure it’s secure, and you pull at your wrists despite knowing you weren’t gonna be able to break yourself loose from these.

“Now go lay on the bed. Spread your legs, and wait for me.”

He helps you off of his lap, walking you over to the bed as he gives you a slight push. You fall back, maneuvering up the bed until your head rests against the pillows. Rafe climbs on the bed after you, hands coming to yank you down the bed.

You gasp as your head rips off the pillow, Rafe pushing your leg open as you spread your legs to make room for him. He leans over you, grabbing the pillow and helping you lift your head back onto it. After making sure you’re comfortable, he takes your tied wrists and brings them up to rest against the bed, telling you to hold them there.

You smile, knowing he did it so you wouldn’t have to keep your arms elevated as it became hard to keep your arms up after a few minutes. It would’ve been easier to just tie your wrists to the bed, but you know that’s exactly why Rafe didn’t. He wants you to work to keep your hands where he puts them, not because you have to but because you were afraid not to.

He hovers over you, mumbling incoherently to himself as he kisses you. He deepens the kiss quickly, tongue massaging against your own as you moan into his mouth. Your brain is still off in space at the punishment, but his kisses help ground you as you wrap your legs around him.

He immediately pulls back, leaving kisses on your neck before sitting up. He uses his hands to remove your legs from around his hips, shaking his head at you. He says nothing as he climbs back off of the bed, only turning to kiss you on the forehead.

You call his name out as he begins to retreat out of the room, but he doesn’t answer. He only looks back once he’s at the door, eyes scanning your shuddering body.

“Don’t move. You won’t like what I do.”

•••

You don’t know how long Rafe left you there.

You’d lost count after about ten minutes, the frustration seeping into you the more time passed. This was yet another way for him to torture you; by leaving you high and dry with no clue on whether or not you’ll have any release. He could leave you here all night if he wanted to — it wouldn’t be the first time.

That thought alone makes you want to cry, the neediness you’re feeling for your husband clouding your mind and making you clench your thighs together constantly to offer some sort of relief. But you knew better than to move. With your luck, the moment you did would be the moment he decides to come back in, and you weren’t ready to open that Pandora's box.

After what feels like an hour, you hear the bedroom door open. Your eyes flutter open, still dazed from the intensity of the punishment and the whiplash of him just leaving you here afterwards. You squirm as you watch Rafe walk into the room, making you grunt at the uncomfortableness of your shoulders.

Rafe grins darkly at you as he rounds the bed, fingers trailing the sheets as he walks up to where you’re laying down. He leans over, cupping your jaw and bringing you into a heated kiss. His other hand comes down to pull at your nipple, and you gasp into his mouth. He hums in response, trailing his hand from your chest to between your legs.

Running a finger through your slit, he groans against your lips as he pulls back to watch his fingers rub against your pussy. He doesn’t even seem to be talking to you as he mumbles, “So fucking wet. Dripping on the sheets.”

He turns his head to look at you, jaw going slack at the all too familiar look in your eyes. The look you get when you’re willing and ready to take any and everything he’ll give you. The look you get when you’re wrapped completely around his finger, begging for even a slither of his touch. “You ready for it?”

“Yes, please. Fuck me,” You whimper, looking up at him with a doe eyed expression as you spread your legs more. He tilts his head at you, frustrating you. You huff as you buck up into his hand, “Stop being mean.”

An eyebrow lifts as he pulls his hand from you, leaning over you again as he grabs you by your cheeks, fingers pressing down to hold you in a firm grip. He forces you to look at him as he mutters, “You think this is me being mean? You’re lucky you’re getting anything at all.”

His condescending tone and being left causes small tears to leave your eyes, desperate for him to just offer any sort of relief. Rafe tuts, head tilting as he looks at you with a mocking expression.

“Don’t cry now,” He muses, wiping away your tears. “I haven’t even given you a reason yet.”

He runs his hand down to your throat, gripping it quickly before letting go and running down the rest of your body. He reaches your mound, pushing a finger through your folds that made you shudder. He hums, slapping your thigh.

“Spread your legs more. You move your hands even an inch and I’ll leave you here for the rest of the fucking night.”

You’re quick to obey, spreading your legs to opposite sides of the bed to give him room. He settles in between your legs, hands coming to grab at the bottom of your thighs, pushing at them and holding them up. He doesn’t take his eyes from your center, leaning down and kissing your clit softly.

You cry out, Rafe giving quick pecks to your sensitive nub.

“So pretty,” He mumbles, tracing his tongue from your entrance to your clit. “If anyone besides me saw how perfect this pussy is..”

He growls at the thought, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue. You moan out, having to stop your arms from moving and your hands from reaching down and grabbing a fistful of his hair. Rafe’s similar to a starved man, hands holding your legs apart and not allowing you to close in on his head.

He held all of the control. You couldn’t run from him, you couldn’t direct anything. Not like you needed to. His tongue lapped at you, the only sounds in the room being the sound of that and him groaning into your folds. You get closer with every slick swipe of his tongue, and you buck your hips up at him.

“Hold it.”

The vibrations of his words run right through you, and your head throws back in desperation. Rafe lets go of one of your legs, bringing that hand to your center. Tracing a finger around your begging entrance, he dipped the digit in as you cried out in pleasure.

“Rafe,” You breathe, hands squeezing together as he slips another finger in, moving them slowly inside of you now as he flicks his tongue on your clit. The build up was too much — he was too much — and you find yourself shaking your head at him. “I can’t. You need to-”

He bites your clit lightly, and you let out a small squeal as you look down at him to see him glaring at you with a warning expression, “No, you just need to fucking listen.”

He doesn’t give you any more time to think, dropping his head back between your thighs and picking up where he left off. If anything, his tongue starts to move faster, and you find it extremely hard to hold back. Your eyes squeeze shut as you try to will yourself to not let go, but when he curls his fingers inside of you all you see is stars.

The orgasm rips through you, a loud moan leaving your lips. The only sign that Rafe is upset is the growl that leaves him, but he takes his fingers out of you so he can hold the back of your calves, bringing your legs onto his shoulders. He rides your orgasm out on his tongue, your thighs squeezing around his head as your moans turn more breathless.

He lets go of your legs, them both settling over the bed as he pulls up so he’s sitting on his knees. As the shockwaves pass through you, you remember that you didn’t listen. Already being punished once before tonight and not wanting another one, you couldn’t make eye contact with Rafe as you brought your hands to your face.

“I’m sorry,” You whimper, Rafe leaning over you.

“Shh, you’re okay. It’s okay,” He taps your wrists. “Look at me.”

You take a breath, listening as you bring your eyes to him. He looks disappointed, but also concerned. He’s very observant in the bedroom, always watching to make sure he doesn’t push you too far. You’ve never had to use your safe word, and Rafe would like to keep it that way.

“You okay?” He gruffly asks, and you nod as he leans down to kiss you. “Good.”

You kiss him again, “I didn’t mean to.. it just felt really good.”

“I know, it’s okay,” He gives you another kiss, hands coming to rest next to your head. “You want to keep going?”

“Yes, I want to keep going,” You clearly stated, another question popping in your mind as you open your mouth to ask before deciding against it. You’re already surprised he’s not punishing you for coming without permission, but you would be pushing your luck with that one.

“What is it?” Rafe notices the look on your face, and you give him a sheepish smile.

“Can I touch you?”

Rafe laughs, a glint in his eyes as he leans down to kiss you as a way to tell you how cute that question was.

“Not yet, baby,” He grins, kissing your neck. He pulls back, flipping you over and settling behind you. “But you don’t have to ask to come. You can come whenever you want.”

You grow excited at that, thinking that Rafe must’ve just decided to throw out the punishments all together. You arch your back, flipping your hair as you look back at him. He’s stroking his cock, tapping it against your clit when you bring your hand to your center.

“Jesus Christ.”

Rafe pulls back so he can have a view of your fingers rubbing in between your folds, gathering your wetness before bringing your fingers to your mouth and licking them off. You keep eye contact with the blonde as you do so, his eyes darkening. He takes a hold of your hips, pulling you back onto his cock as he fills you with one thrust.

Eyes fluttering closed, you relaxed into the sheets as Rafe drove himself deeper into you.

•••

“Come on,” Rafe grunts, hands gripping the flesh of your thighs so hard you’re sure there will be bruises. You have no choice but to take it, his hands pressing your thighs to the bed to keep you spread open for him after too many times of you trying to close your legs. Orgasm after orgasm has ripped through you like tidal waves, and you were losing your mind,

Your body shudders as he circles his thumb around your clit, crying out as your release gushes around him. Rafe pulls his cock out, rubbing the top of it against your center as you continue to squirt around him. “Atta girl.”

He leans over you, kissing away the dry tears on your cheeks as his dick jumps at the sight of you. You’re still in a daze as he wraps your legs around him, walking over to the wall, and pressing you against it. He moves the strands of your hair from your face, “So fucking pretty.”

“Rafe..” You whimper, not being able to complete the sentiment as he uses his other hand to push his cock back into you. A broken gasp leaves you as he slowly drives his cock into you, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll. “I can’t...”

“Can’t what?” He teases, pressing his face into your neck as he groans. He has yet to come, more focused on overstimulating you but you know he’s growing close. You roll your hips lazily, exhausted but wanting to see Rafe once he reaches the peak of pleasure. It’s your favorite sight — how vulnerable he looks when he’s coming deep inside of you.

“Want you to come.”

“Hold onto me,” He grunts into your neck, and you listen as you wrap your arms tightly around him. You wanted him to be impossibly closer, Rafe sharing that sentiment as he speeds up his movements. The squelching of your pussy mixed with the sounds of him pounding into you, your husband’s hips stuttering as he starts to come.

“You’re so good,” He brings his lips to yours, mumbling against them between whimpers. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this good.”

“Shit,” You curse as keeps pushing his clock into you, and you know he’s not stopping until you come again. His words push you, but the ache in your center makes you whine, “I’m too sensitive.”

“I thought you wanted to come,” He mocks, bringing his hand to your throat but only to rest there. “You wanted to earlier.”

He pressed his lips to yours again, tongue pushing into your mouth. His movements are erotic, pushing you over the edge as you release onto his cock again. He swallows your screams, slowing his movements and pressing himself to the hilt.

He walks you both over to the small sofa in the corner of your room, sitting down. You gasp as the new position pushes himself even deeper, “Please-”

“It’s okay, you’re just gonna warm me for a little bit,” He pecks your lips, hands coming to your hips to massage them lightly. “Then I’m gonna fuck you again, and you’re gonna cum until I tell you to stop.”

You nod, eyes closing as you rest your head on his chest. His touch now completely contrasts the toughness he held earlier, and your body relaxes on his as you relish in the intimacy. After a few minutes or thirty — you not having any concept of time right now in your state — he taps your ass lightly.

“Move,” He states, the gruff tone sending a shiver up your spine. You sit up to face him, his hands tightening on your hips as he starts to you up and down on his cock. You whine, burying your face back into his neck as you prepare for a long night.

#obx fic #obx #rafe cameron smut #outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x you #rafe fic #rafe cameron

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carlgrimesloverr · 10 months

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sk8ergirl

aaron hotchner x fem!super star!reader

summary : when aaron and haley were young, they were on and off. during one off the ‘offs’ aaron met her. 10 years later, she’s famous, and he’s stuck unhappy in a marriage that was more out of convenience then love.

takes place during : season 1

warnings : some of the songs / bands i bring up don’t exactly… exist in 2005, but i love them, i love hotch, and i love angst so it’s ok.

word count : 931

“spence please come with me to this concert” jj pleaded with the brunette, who just shrugged.

“i’ve never heard of the artist- plus gideon and i are going to have a chess match soon. just invite elle, i’m sure she will go with you.” he responded, eyes not leaving the chess board in front of him.

“elle’s busy this weekend, so is morgan! i don’t want to have to ask hotch, not while haley is pregnant!” the blonde whined.

“ask hotch what?” aaron asked, appearing in the bullpen out from his office, staring down at jj with the same expression as always.

“oh! sir- hi, uh, i just have tickets to a concert this weekend but no one to go with..”

“what artist? it may be one haley likes if you’d like to go with her.”

“(y/n)! she’s actually from the same area you are maybe you kn-“

hotch froze. ignoring everything else jj said he quickly left to go to his office.

it didn’t take a fool to put the pieces together, and the question rang out in his head. were you a musician now? you followed your dreams after moving away.. you really did it.

he wanted to know more, he needed to know more. but he couldn’t call in penelope to learn more, if he asked penelope then he ran the risk of the team knowing.

despite jj’s mockery, hotch did know how to work a computer, and how to search up things online. as hotch researched you now, he realised you had an album named after him. well, maybe not him exactly, but ‘AHH.’ seemed a bit too close to the “aaron ‘hotch’ hotchner” you used to date.

scrolling through the list of 20 songs, he noticed it was a breakup album, full of hate and feelings of betrayal.

looking at the first song, hotch was shocked. “‘circles ft. pierce the veil’?” he asked out loud. pierce was a big band, he knew that much. he had heard jj talking of them to derek before. the lyrics felt more like a love song, yet hotch could read into the tone, how you always reffered to you and him as ‘running’, trying to escape something. escape haley.

the next track, ‘girlfriend ft. avril lavigne’. hotch didn’t even have to look at the lyrics to know what it was about- it was a diss to haley. once again, you were angry. you had every right to be angry, though hotch couldn’t even begin to understand why you blamed haley. hotch was the one who left you, haley never forced him. he was the bad guy, not haley.

as he kept reading the tracks, he realised more and more how he had hurt you. songs featuring eminem, paramore, my chemical romance, weezer, alanis morissette, the used, the offspring, and fall out boy. alanis morissette. you used to rave about her album ‘jagged little pill’ to him when you were laying in his bed, bodies as close as could be.

the main track, ‘sk8ergirl’, was what really did it for him. what story were you telling? you were happy with someone else? or was it from the point of view of 17 year old you? a boy and a girl, extremely obvious about how they were in love but never ended up together. the boy was a bitch, basically. and so the girl went on and fell in love with a rockstar. were you calling aaron a bitch, and boosting your own ego like that? or was it a swapped gender roles, to make it less obvious? aaron couldn’t tell.

no matter what the song was written about, aaron had hurt you. and you took it out in the only way you knew how; music. aaron joined theatre to gain haleys attention, you wrote songs about him to let off some steam; maybe even gain his attention. but no matter how much steam you let off, aaron was still with haley, and you were still alone, with that red and black fender squire stratocaster you had so proudly shown hotch when you were seniors, the one you put together yourself. the red grain pickguard was your favourite feature of the whole guitar, hotch remembering so clearly how you ranted on and on.

‘no no- most strats are one basic colour for this area here, the pickguard. this is a grain! it has a cool pattern!’ you had told him, smiling widely as you pointed out the features on your guitar. ‘i want to get a bass that’s the exact opposite! red grain body, black pickguard. wouldn’t that be so cool? you should learn bass, then we could play together! i’m writing up this song right now, think i’m gonna call it “i’m with you”, the bass part is pretty simple!’

‘i’m with you’. fourth track. a love song. you had kept it in the album? you had published a song so clearly written about aaron? he could still remember you softly humming the melody, still not fully having worked out the lyrics. it was about being alone - something like standing on a bridge, no one looking for you - when someone comes to your rescue and saves you from that darkness.

“you still released it, even though you’re alone.” hotch hummed to himself, continuing to search you up.

single.

never married.

no kids.

doesn’t party much.

still went out skating constantly.

said in an interview you were ‘still caught in the whirlwind romance of high school’.

caught in the ‘betrayal of it all’.

you really were the sk8ergirl, weren’t you?

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Training

I'm updating my Masterlist and Tumblr must have eaten this one. So I'm posting it again.

You were angry, seething mad. The ol’ leader in blue had offered up to train you which you accepted excitedly, anything to get close to the illusive Leonardo. But now you could tell Mr. blue eyes was holding back with your training. Week after week you had gone through his program, working your ass off to perfect his lessons until you could barely stand. Leaving you sweating, straining nearly drenched as he worked you to the bone. But now as the hard stuff began to emerge you could tell Leo was holding his punches, maybe even acting a little different. He was watching you more closely scrutinizing your form? Was that look of disapproval, did he not think you could handle this? Fuck that, you had earned the right.

“Watch your form.” Leo scolded blocking a high kick with his right hand catching your ankle in his grasp. “They round house was a bit sloppy.” With a huff Leo pushed releasing you.

You used the motion to your advantage and spun again your foot nearly reaching his face. Leo barely moved out the way in time, that was a slight ego boost.

“Better, keep that leg straight.” One foot swung behind him and you watched as the muscles in his thighs bunch poised for attack. He came at you this time, practice swords brandished in each heavy fist.

Per his hallmark Leonardo was quick and that nice sheen of sweat glistening over his scaled biceps was just a little too distracting let alone the sight of those dense thigh muscles straining with his pant legs. He lunged and you parried just in time leaning back avoiding the hit. Pivoting on the ball of your heal you came back around finding Leo at the ready weapon descending for a strike. As it connected you could tell he pulled back just a little so the blunt of the blade only made soft contact with your arm. That was it, you were never going to progress if he kept holding back.

You mustered the last of your strength gripping your own practice blade and spun up at him surprising the terrapin. Leo stepped back just avoiding the blade but as you landed your foot came out from under you, swiping at his feet. The momentum caught behind his ankle and the behemoth went down with a heavy thud. You were on him in seconds pressing the wooded blade to his cardioid artery. Straddling those hips you crouched down finding Leonardo just as equally out of breath as you, but you wouldn’t let the warm fan of his breath spiced with tea distract you further. Well not any more than it already was.

That expansive chest was heaving, lips parted as he took in big gulps of air……focus. “You’re holding back.” You growled into his ear.

“I am doing no such thing.”

“Bullshit, you’re telling me, you, the great Leonardo, master of all that is ninjutsu couldn’t counter my last move? I was able to take you down, a novice without any resistance?” As you pulled back from his ear you could see Leo’s pupils had dilated virtually covering the bright blue of his irises. “Plus you’re holding your punches. That earlier blow should have hurt, you barely touched my arm.”

He was quiet for a second as if gathering his thoughts, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Fuckin stop that. I’m not fragile like a piece of glass, I want this training, I have wanted this from you for quite a while.” Slowly you lowered your blade and rested your bottom on the boney plates of his plastron. That’s when you felt the slight shutter from the mutant below you. What was that about?

“I …I know you’re not fragile but I am much stronger than you are, I’m a mutant remember?” he was beginning to get a little….frustrated or flustered? “If I’m not careful I could break a bone, render you unconscious..I.. I am the sensei in this dojo, do not question my….” Without warning Leonardo sat up which in turn slid you back until your backside made contact with his crotch. And that’s when you felt it, the unmistakable swell between his legs. It moved between your cheeks and slipped further until it was nestled along your clothed core.

Trying your damnedest to ignore the sudden flair of heat pooling where you were connected and stay the course remaining angry at the mutant you choked a little on your determination. “I trust you; I know you won’t hurt me but I can’t get better if you don’t allow me the full training. Would you hold back for Raphael?”

“You and Raphael are not the same.”

“I’m aware of that fact but I don’t want you using kid gloves when you handle me. I can take more then you know.” You rested your hands on his chest hoping not to gain anymore friction, it was already torture not rocking against him. Why was it so fucking hot in here all of a sudden? Your tongue came out moistening your lips and to your surprise his blue eyes followed the motion.

“I’m afraid to see how much you can take.” All of a sudden the anxiousness in his voice was gone leaving a dark whisper.

“Why?”

“Because……..”

“Leo?”

Leo made the mistake of shifting under you to adjust his hands. That sent the now growing bulge up parting your lips to rub along your core. That alone made both of your breaths hitch. Your mouth opened in a slight gasp and his gazed moved to your lips again, tongue coming forth to wet his own. Eyes then locked and as if an unspoken agreement passed between you both, you each moved with ferocity as your mouths collided.

Your arms went around his neck while his secured around your waist all the while pressing you down further on his swelling erection. Mouths opened as tongues moved to taste the other, it was beautiful chaos. With each reengage of your lip’s desperation became the forefront in your mind. You didn’t care how fast this was moving. You’ve had a thing for the Leonardo since they day you met them and from how hard he was pushing you down on his cock it was delightfully apparent he had a thing for you as well.

With a wet pop Leo’s mouth tore from yours only to reconnect with the soft flesh of your throat nipping and biting combined with rough sounds coming from his chest. As he descended you tore at your own top and sports bra pulling them from your body to give him access. The next sound from his throat made your gut clench with unbridled need. It was a deep guttural sound vibrating though his chest into yours. You had never heard him make that sound before and it was glorious, you would make it your life mission to make him do that again and again.

His wide mouth latched onto one heaving breast before moving to the next mouthing at the plump mound like a man unhinged.

Needing the friction, you began to rock your hips mewling softly at the intense attention from the usually stoic leader. You were so turned on at that moment you could have cum just like this. When he started to tilt his hips with you his name began to fall like rain as his mouth continued its delicious assault.

After a few minutes you had, had quiet enough of this and wanted….no needed things to move along. You both were adults and obviously wanting the same thing. Unlatching your arms from around his broad shoulders your hand ventured south for the warm treat Leo had been teasing you with. Rising a little from your perch you pulled at the elastic of his workout pants and your digits slipped below the fabric finding your very large and throbbing prize. As your fingers engulfed the wide girth Leonardo moaned at the touch rocking into your grip.

Leo’s mouth came free with a wet pop and leaned back watching you stroke him slipping the head of his cock through your fist with each downstroke. The rare whispered ‘fuck’ only added to the thrill of manhandling the leader.

By now you were writhing in agony at the sight of him, your body clenching for the heat of it, the stretch it would no doubt cause. Releasing the hard flesh, you managed to rid yourself of your pants and underwear in record time and straddled Leonardo’s hips with haste.

With shaky hands Leo held himself at the base of his cock and aimed for its target. You steadied yourself watching Leo try to regulate his breathing while he watched the helm disappear. With sweet desperation you lowered yourself onto the dipping heat holding eye contact as every inch climbed home with a burning stretch.

As your body took the last of him Leo’s mouth dropped open and a low vibrating rumble louder than before emitted from deep within his chest. His hands moved to your hips making sure you took everything he had to offer as you whimpered and whined until your backside met his pelvis.

You quickly tried to rise up but his hands held fast watching your face, memorizing the expression of pure bliss as every inch of him was buried in your body. Your cheeks were flush with pink, lips plump from his kiss and the length that was currently taking up all the space in your gut was driving you mad.

“Leo…..”

“My full name.” he growled gently into your ear tilting his hips to press against your cervix.

“Leonardo..oooo.oh!”

“Again.”

“F.u..ck…. Le..Leonardo..”

At that moment Leo’s hands released their hold but his warm palms stayed connected with your hips allowing you to finally rise. The friction on the first withdrawal was heavenly, Leo assisted watching your face contort in sweet bliss before sheathing himself once more in your warmth. You slipped one arm around his shoulder while the other hand gripped at the top of his plastron and you started your ride.

Even though with your previous work out the strength in your thighs allowed you smooth movement as you rode his cock. Up, down, each downward drive filling you up, until there was no space left for him to invade. The feeling was intense and overwhelming but in a good way, even his smell heighted your senses. Your hips moved tilting forward making sure the tip of him drug across the top of your cunt igniting the beginnings of your climax.

The blue of his eyes were flooded with black focused on nothing but you, he helped as you rode him lifting and pulling you back down. As the heat between you rose his left hand cupped the back of your skull pulling you into a kiss, hot, searing, stealing the last bit of sanity you had. His tongue invaded the heat of your mouth growling as he swiped at the muscle within. He quickly swallowed the moans you gave.

Your speed increased virtually slamming down diving you both towards your end and you could hear Leo becoming more vocal. His teeth clenched as his hips started to drive up. Then suddenly you were lifted off the floor, the leader never missing a beat and you were roughly pressed up against the dojo wall.

Your legs went instinctively around his waist crying out as Leonardo drove into you with determination. The angle was mind numbing and you were sent over the edge in a soundless shriek. He watched you come undone keeping eye contact the entire time.

“That’s right.” He growled continuing to rut into you ruthlessly. “Cum for your sensei.”

He worked you through your first orgasm to the steady climb to the next whispering fifthly things in your ear.

“I’m going to make you so messy inside. Ruin you for all other men.”

“Jesus Leo!”

He hoisted you a little higher taking your right leg up changing the angle again creating a direct hit. Your back arched clawing at his shoulders as your second climax hit you like a freight train out of nowhere. With a strangled grunt Leo lunged forward teeth clamping down on your throat and with three more drives of his hips he reached his peak. The heat of his release flooded your inside washing the walls of your womb in hot jets of Leo’s cum. His hips continued to rock into you making sure every drop of his essence wasn’t wasted finding its home inside your body.

As the flood of endorphins ebbed you felt his teeth release but his cock remained locked against you. Even now you could feel the final dredges of his climax throbbing into your heat. You tried to calm your heart but still being so close to Leonardo finally coming to terms with how you felt for him gave you no reprieve. Either way, you weren’t about to complain as his lips ran long your clavicle.

Finally Leo broke the silence, “How long?”

Running your fingers along his bald crown you let out a heavy sigh, “Almost a year now. I mean I’ve always thought you were handsome but once I was invited down to your home, really seeing who you were I knew I was in trouble. And when you started training me the feelings I had only got stronger. I’m surprised I was able to keep my hands off you for so long.”

You both shared a quiet chuckle as he finally disengaged and grabbed a towel getting to his knees to clean you up.

“You?” you finally asked in a shaky whisper.

“Since the first day I laid eyes on you. I knew then and there I was going to try and make you mine.”

#tmnt #tmnt leonardo #training #lemon #my work

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