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"Broken & Beautiful" Chapter 33

WARNING: Read with caution! This chapter mentions the topic of how early Jake's relationship with Simone began.

It’s Monday morning, and I wake up with a knot in my stomach. Yesterday, in spite of my best efforts, my thoughts drifted toward Jake. Every now and then, when I had time, I would type out a text message along the lines of “Jake, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me,” or “Jake, I’m worried. Please let me know if you’re okay.” But I couldn’t work up the nerve to send any of them, my mind flashing back to the way he looked at me before he left. He’s never looked at me that way before. Yes, he’s been angry. But that wasn’t just anger I saw on his face. It was something else. Pain.

After showering and getting dressed, I fix myself a small breakfast: toast and fruit. That knot has eased up a little, but I’m still not very hungry. In a few hours, I will see Jake again. I haven’t heard from him since he left my apartment yesterday, and I’m nervous. I have no idea what kind of mood he’ll be in today, or if I should even try to initiate a conversation with him. I had only the best of intentions, but ... Well, you know what they say about good intentions: the road to Hell is paved with them. And at the risk of sounding over-dramatic, I have a feeling that my shift will be Hell.

As predicted, my first encounter with Jake is an icy one. My locker is close to the doorway, which means he has to pass by me when he enters the room. I don’t have the luxury of having a corner that I can retreat to. I happen to look up when he enters the room and comes to a stop. He’s wearing sunglasses indoors, which causes me to suspect that he’s dealing with a hangover. Knowing his coping mechanisms, I wouldn’t be surprised if he spent most of the day drinking. He probably did something harder, too. I open my mouth to greet him, but think better of it when he takes off his sunglasses, averts his gaze and heads straight for his locker. A lump forms in my throat, and we dress in silence. Jake is the first to exit the room, brushing past Ari on his way out.

“Trouble in paradise?” she remarks, filing her nails.

I heave out a sigh. “You could say that.”

She raises a brow and stops what she’s doing, reaching into the pocket of her jacket. She pulls out a plastic baggie and holds it up so I can see it. “You wanna talk it out, or do you need a peach treat?”

“Neither. I can’t talk about it, and I’d rather not be high while I’m fixing drinks.” I give her a weak smile. “I’ll be fine, Ari.”

“Suit yourself.” She stuffs her bag of ‘treats’ back into her pocket, and then gives me a suggestive look as she strokes my arm. “You know, if you want a break from the drama ... I can show you a good time.”

“I’m flattered, Ari. Really. But I would only break your heart. And besides, we have this thing called work that we have to get to.”

She rolls her eyes and says “You’re no fun,” as she makes her way to her locker.

I finish getting dressed and then close my locker, making my way to Family Dinner. Before I enter the room, I square my shoulders and maintain my composure. Once I’m ready, I head straight for the food and fix myself a plate. I still don’t have much of an appetite, and so I keep it small: chicken and Brussels sprouts. Jake is sitting at a corner table by himself, and I glance his way before I sit down with my friends. With the exception of feeling like Jake is trying to burn a hole through me with his stare, I’m feeling a little more at ease.

Family Dinner wraps up, and Will and I are heading for the bus table when he asks “So, is everything okay between you and Jake?”

I nibble on my lip and furrow my brow. “No. Not really.” I pause for a moment. “To be honest, I think we’re headed for a breakup.” I look at him, and he just stares at me. “I just ... I can’t talk about it. Not now, at least.”

“Okay. I’m here if you need me.”

I nod at him. “I know.”

With the exception of things related to work, Jake and I don’t speak much. When our shift wraps up, he counts the till while I focus on cleaning my section of the bar top. I pause in the middle of my work to check my phone when I feel it buzz in my pocket. It’s a text message. After reading it, I let out a sigh and stuff my phone back into my pocket. I grab the bar mop and enter the kitchen, dropping my apron and bar mop into the linen basket. I say goodnight to Santos and Papi before I make my way up the stairs to the locker room.

For a few precious moments, I’m by myself. I don’t know how much longer I can be here, and so I rush through getting changed. I’m about to head out the door when Jake steps into view, looking down at me. I back up to give him more room and he moves past me, heading straight for his locker. I make tracks for the exit, but stop when the nerve to speak finally comes to me. Looking around to make sure no one else can hear, I make my way toward him.

“Jake,” I begin softly, and he continues to look forward. “Jake, look at me. Please.” He sighs, hangs up his tie, and turns to face me. His expression is neutral as he waits for me to speak. “I know I’m not your favorite person right now. In fact, you probably hate me. I just want you to know that I never meant to hurt you, Jake. My intentions ... They were good. I thought I was doing the right thing. I really did. Simone’s story ... It just worries me.” I’m crying now, and it’s a struggle to get the words out. Jake‘s expression has softened a bit, but he‘s still staring at me. “I know hurt you, and I’m sorry for that. That’s the last thing I wanted to do. I swear.”

I turn away from him and rush for the door, feeling the weight of my regret. I’ve done the last thing I ever thought I would do: hurt the only man I’ve loved; the only one who’s ever really loved me.

“Lilah.”

I stop in the doorway, wiping my eyes before I turn to face Jake. Though he’s still keeping his distance, his demeanor has softened considerably. I stand still, waiting for him to speak again, and watch as he steps into the tiny restroom. He comes out a few seconds later and walks up to me, handing me a wad of tissue so I can clean my face. He returns to his locker and lets out a breath, staring down at the floor instead of at me.

“Lilah, I don’t hate you.” I sniffle, using the tissue to wipe under my eyes and nose. “I could never hate you,” he adds, softly. “But I’m going through something right now, and I ... I need time and space to work it out.” He looks at me, waiting for my response.

“I can give you that,” I promise.

He nods at me and turns back to his locker, and I watch him for a while before I leave. Once I’m no longer a sniffling, sobbing mess, I make my way to the main floor and approach Will. “Hey, Will. Mind walking me home?”

He finishes his drink in three gulps and sets his glass down on the bar top. Once he’s put on his coat, we exit through the main door. He doesn’t ask if I’m all right. Doesn’t even ask what’s wrong. He knows better. Instead, he slings an arm over my shoulder and lets me lean against him as we walk back to my building. After bidding him goodnight, I walk up to my apartment. Closing the door and leaning against it, I let out a tired sigh. A few minutes later, my face is clean and I’m dressed in my pajamas. I sit down on my bed, remembering the text I was sent earlier. I pull it up again, think for a moment, and then respond.

Hey, Maggie. It’s great to hear from you. Yes. I would love to come see you. I have some vacation time. I’ll talk to my boss and see what he says. Will next week be okay?

- Lilah

I send the message and put the phone on my nightstand. Then I shut off my light, crawl under the covers, and prepare myself for a fitful slumber.

Thankfully, Howard has granted my request for time off. I plan on being gone for only a week, and I’m hoping that some time and distance will be good for both Jake and myself. We still haven’t spoken much since our conversation in the locker room, but it helps to know that he doesn’t hate me. I can only hope, and maybe even pray, that he’ll be all right. All that matters is his welfare.

Tess is on her way out of the locker room when she stops to give me a smile. “Have fun in Baltimore,” she says, and I nod in response.

She leaves, and now it’s just Jake and yours truly. I shrug into my jacket and grab my purse, and I’m about to leave when Jake calls out to me.

“You’re going to Baltimore?”

Turning around, I fold my arms across my chest. “Yeah. Maggie wants to see me. I have some vacation time, and so I figured I’d take a bus up there.”

“A bus? Why not just get a rental car?”

“Because I have a nasty case of road rage, and I haven’t driven since I moved back to New York.” Okay. We’re having a normal conversation that doesn’t seem so tense. This is good. Right?

He chuckles. “What about John?”

“He’s away on a business trip. Meaning: he’s shacked up in a hotel room with his new secretary. Maggie said he should be gone for a week. I’ll be staying at the house.”

He nods, stuffing his wallet into the back of his jeans. “Tell her I said ‘Hi’.”

“Will do.” I turn around to leave, but then stop and turn back to him. “Look. I know you said you need time and space, which I understand. But ... if you want to talk to me, I’m just a phone call away.”

A small flicker of a smile graces his features. Even though it’s tiny, it means the world to me. “Have a safe trip.”

“I will.”

On Saturday morning, I leave for a nearly three and a half-hour bus ride from NYC to Baltimore. It’s amazing that I still have fingers left, because I spend most of my time fidgeting with them as I listen to my music. Thankfully, the bus isn’t too crowded. So that means that I won’t have to deal with that one passenger who insists on telling their life story or talking about their cats. The weather is pleasant, and so I keep the window open as I keep my gaze focused on what lies outside.

The bus pulls into the terminal, and I put my phone and earbuds in my purse. After collecting my luggage, I stand on the sidewalk and look around for Maggie. When I don’t see her as soon as I thought I would, I end up calling her to let her know I’m here. A few minutes after we hang up, we spot each other and exchange a hug. As I put my luggage in the trunk, Maggie asks me the one question I really wish she had kept to herself.

“Where’s that handsome man of yours? I was hoping he’d come with you.”

I sigh, closing the trunk door. Should I tell her that we’re taking some time apart? “He used up his vacation time when he went to France. He’s stuck at work. But he says ‘hi’.” Well, that is the truth. It’s just not the actual reason why he’s not here with me.

“That’s a shame. One of these days, he’ll have to come with you,” Maggie says as she settles down in the driver’s seat.

“Yes, he will,” I remark, trying to keep the tension out of my voice as I buckle my seatbelt.

During the drive from the bus terminal to my childhood home, Maggie and I discuss our plans for the week. With John away “on business,” we’re free to enjoy some quality time together. By “quality time,” I mean shopping and going out to eat. Mostly. As we drive through the suburb I used to call home, Maggie gestures toward a few houses and gives me updates on the people who used to live in them.

“Donna Carlisle ... You remember her?”

I nod. “She was my best friend in middle school.”

“Well, she goes by Donna Stephens now. Anyway, she and her husband moved to Maine. Oh! And there’s the Watson place. You remember Billy. Don’t you?”

I smirk, looking out the window at the house in question. “Yup.” Oh, yeah. I remember him. We had sex in your bed while you and John were out of town, I think to myself.

Maggie pulls her car into the driveway and then parks it in front of the garage door. We get out, and I remove my luggage from the trunk. Then I back up a bit so I can take a good look at the place I used to call home. It looks the same, for the most part. “Plain Jane,” white with sage green shutters on the windows. Ooh! And I see that the bars on my bedroom window have been taken down. (Just kidding! There were never any bars. But there might as well be, seeing as that room felt like a prison the last time I was here.) The lawn is green and well-maintained, and Maggie’s rose bushes are still as lovely as ever. I look up at the tree outside my bedroom window, smiling at the memories that come rushing back.

Maggie steps up next to me and takes note of where I’m looking. “I remember how angry you were when your father had that limb cut off. It was after he caught you sneaking out. I don’t remember where you were heading.”

“It was the night of Homecoming. Senior year. I was grounded, and I wanted to go to the after-party. I would have made it if John hadn’t come outside to yell at the neighbors’ dog. Not only did he have that limb cut off, but I was grounded for two more weeks.” I chuckle to myself. “Didn’t keep me from trying to sneak out. Dumbest thing I ever did was try to get out through the doggie door.”

Maggie laughs. “John caught you then, too. Well, let’s go inside. There’s some iced tea chilling in the refrigerator, and I’m looking forward to having lunch with my daughter.”

While Maggie goes inside, I stay where I am a few seconds longer. As happy as I am about visiting with my adoptive mother, I admit that I’m not looking forward to stepping foot inside that house. Heaving out a sigh, I shove my thoughts and feelings aside. I step inside the house and look around, taking note of the pictures that line the wall and the traditional-style furnishings.

“You got a new rug,” I state, kicking off my shoes and lining them up neatly by the door. “Well, new to me, anyway.”

She nods. “I bought it at an estate sale.” We make our way up the stairs, turning left. As we walk down the hallway, she comments “Your room is the way you left it ... with the exception of my sewing machine and supplies.” She pushes open my bedroom door, and I step inside.

Looking around, I that Maggie told me the truth. With the exception of my desk being taken over by sewing equipment, nothing has changed. Posters, pictures and paintings still line the walls. Even the bedding and carpet are the same.

“I’ll let you unpack. When you’re finished, meet me downstairs.”

I nod at Maggie, watching as she closes the door as she exits. I lay down, folding my hands across my stomach, and twiddle my thumbs. To text Jake, or not to text Jake. That is the question. Wouldn’t hurt to at least let him know I’ve arrived safely. Right?

I reach into my purse and pull out my cell phone, letting out a breath as I type.

Hey, Jake. Just want to let you know I’m in Baltimore, safe and sound.

- Lilah

After a moment’s hesitation, I send the message and then stuff the phone into my pocket. It doesn’t take me long to unpack. I hang my clothes up in the closet, while the undergarments and socks go in their designated drawer. I set my jewelry and makeup bags on top of the dresser, stash my duffel on the floor of the closet, and then head downstairs for lunch.

Lunch comes and goes. I rinse off the dishes and utensils, putting them in the dishwasher, and smile when I see a familiar sight through the kitchen window. “The treehouse is still there.”

“Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I thought John would have torn it down by now.” I load the last of the dishes into the washer and wipe my hands, thinking to myself. “Hey. Is it okay if I take a peek? Just for old time’s sake?”

“Of course. Just be careful.”

With a nod and a smile, I say “I will,” and then enter the backyard through the laundry room door. I pause to look up at the treehouse, my mind flashing back to my younger years. Within moments, I’m up the ladder and pushing open the trapdoor. Once I’m inside, I survey my surroundings. As predicted, everything is as I left it. Decorative pillows and a few blankets rest near one of the windows, and a few paintings and posters line the walls. Resting on a built-in shelf is a framed photograph, which I pick up. I blow off some dust and smile down at the picture inside, feeling the sting of tears welling up in my eyes.

“Hey, Mom.”

The week flies by in a blur of shopping, lunches, dinners, and more shopping. Maggie, it seems, is determined to make up for lost time. With the exception of a few things here and there, she insists on treating me. It turns out, she has a sneaky side ... and her own credit card. I protest, of course, assuring her that I can afford these things. But protesting is in vain, for the most part. During the mornings and evenings, I spend time in my favorite place: my treehouse. It’s peaceful and quiet, and I can focus better. While in my bedroom, I found a collection of journals hidden under the floorboards. I flipped through them, deciding that I’d like to take them home with me. Granted, they’ll probably spend the rest of my life locked up in a safe. But at least I’ll have them nearby, so I can look at them whenever I want.

There is one journal that I never did get around to filling. Figuring that I might as well start writing again, I took it up with me to the treehouse on my second night here. I started out writing about how weird it is to be back here, followed by how happy I am that Maggie and I are reconnecting. Then I moved on to work and my life in NYC. Finally, I decided to cover my relationship with Jake. Not knowing who may read my journals in the future, I’ve opted to leave out my suspicions regarding his childhood. No matter what happens, his trust in me is still valuable. Mainly, I cover the evolution of our relationship and how important he is to me. I mention the fact that I hurt him, badly, keeping the details minimal. I also confess my hopes and regrets, admitting that I’m more open to the possibility of settling down with him in the future. If he’ll still have me, of course. By the time I’m finished, half of the journal is filled with my hopes, dreams, regrets and confessions.

I don’t know what time it is. Only that I’m curled up in a ball on the floor, and my neck is killing me. I straighten up slowly, yawning and stretching, wincing as I try to work out the kink in my neck. I wipe my eyes and let out another yawn, taking note of the fact that the sun is still up. Okay. So I didn’t manage to spend all day up here, sleeping. That’s a change. I stash the journal and pen under some decorative pillows, realizing that Maggie is probably wondering where I am. I’m about to lift up the trapdoor when I see that it’s moving. Knowing that there’s no way it could be Maggie, I brace myself and pull the door open. I’m in for an even bigger surprise than I could imagine when the intruder in question looks up at me.

“Jake?”

“Hey. I know the sign says ‘No boys allowed’, but ...” He makes a move to finish climbing into the treehouse, but I stop him.

“Nope. Not before you say the magic word.”

“Seriously?” I grin at him, and he heaves out a sigh. “All right. Please. Now, let me in. I don’t want to die or end up crippled because I've fallen out of a fucking treehouse.”

I laugh and move aside, granting him entrance. He pulls himself up the rest of the way and lets out a sigh of relief, while I close the door. We sit together on the floor, Jake panting a bit as he dusts off his clothes, and I continue to stare at him.

“Umm ... Not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you here? And how are you here? Don’t you have to work?”

“I told Howard that I had a family emergency. Seeing as he doesn’t know anything about me or my family, he bought it. And the reason I’m here is: I wanted to see you ... and I have to talk to you.”

“How did you even find me?”

“Nicky told me. I had no idea that you knew him.”

Nicky is, of course, the man Jake worked with before I came along. You know, the bartender I replaced. A few days ago, while wandering around the city on my own, I happened to walk into the bar where Nicky works. It was a slow day, and so we were able to have an actual conversation as I nursed my drink. Imagine our surprise when we found out each other’s identities and learned how we both know Jake. The bonus surprise is that Nicky just so happens to know my adoptive parents.

“Yeah. Talk about a small world,” I answer.

He looks around, taking notice of his surroundings. Right away, the picture of my mother captures his attention. He wanders over to it and picks it up. “Is this your mom?” I nod, tucking my hair behind my ears. “She’s beautiful. You look like her.”

“Thank you.”

“This is the first time I’ve seen a picture of her. Why don’t you have them with you at your place?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I guess sometimes, it’s too painful to look at her. But I think I’m ready to take her back with me.”

Jake carefully sets the photograph down. “It’s nice up here.”

“Yeah. It is. It’s quiet. Peaceful.”

“Did John build this for you?”

“Well, actually ... he hired someone to build it. He was never good at building things. But he and Maggie ... They wanted me to feel welcome; like I was part of the family.” I point to one of the floorboards. “That board right there ... That’s where I wrote my initials.”

Jake moves back a bit, looking down at a spot near where his feet were. “LMC. What does that stand for?”

“Lilah McKenna Campbell. My birth name. That was before I started going by Kincaid.” I smile at him. “ ‘McKenna Campbell,' sounds very Scottish. Doesn’t it?”

He nods. “Yes, it does.”

I begin to fidget again, knowing Jake isn’t here to talk about my childhood. Our reunion may have started out jovial, but I know it’s going to take a serious turn soon. I have no idea what he’s going to tell me, and I know I have to be prepared for the worst. “So ... you said you want to talk to me. I’m guessing it’s not about my treehouse, or my mom, or anything like that.”

Jake sighs and then lowers himself to the floor, sitting across from me. He keeps one leg folded under the other, his hands resting in his lap. He looks down at the floor for a few seconds, and I can tell that he’s working out what he’s about to say. When he looks up at me, his gaze looks sad. Nervous, even.

“Lilah, I’ve been thinking about what you said that day.” I open my mouth to apologize again, but he cuts me off. “I’ve looked at it from every angle. I even re-read my copy of her stories. And ... as much as it hurts to admit, I ... I think you’re right. I keep going over everything I can remember, and ... She just ... she made it sound like it was all okay; that if it stayed our little secret, it would be fine. It never occurred to me that ...”

As I watch him, I search my mind for something - anything - to say. It was one thing when I had only my suspicions. But now, I know that something very wrong took place during Jake’s youth, and that Simone is responsible. What I feel now, as I observe the pain and anguish Jake is going through ... Well, the word “anger,” just doesn’t describe it. More like rage. I now hate Simone with every fiber of my being, and I hope we never cross paths again.

Remembering what Dr. Wright told me about how important it is to remain calm, I strive to do just that. Pushing down my rage, I speak softly and gently. “I’m so sorry, Jake. I ... I don’t know what else to say, except ... is there anything I can do for you?”

He says nothing. Merely looks me up and down, as though he’s figuring out how safe he is with me or how I’ll react. Finally, still saying nothing, he moves toward me. My eyes stay on his face, observing him closely. And then, ever so slowly, he lowers himself so his head is resting against me. Knowing what he wants, I hold him gently. As I thread my fingers through his hair, hoping to soothe him, he lets out a heavy sigh.

“It’s okay, Jake. It’s going to be okay. I’m here for you.”

Jake didn’t say much after his revelation, and any words that I had to offer were along the lines of “It’ll be okay. I believe you. I’m here for you.” We fell asleep shortly afterwards, and he’s still in my arms when I wake up. His head is on my shoulder; his left hand resting on my stomach. He awakens when my cell phone rings, and I scramble to answer the call.

“Hello,” I say, my voice rough from sleep. “Yeah. Sure. Yeah. I’ll let him know. We’ll be down in a few.” I hang up the phone and set it aside. “That was Maggie. She says it’s time to help her fix dinner. She wants you to join us.” I pause for a moment, watching as he sits up. “If you don’t want to ... I mean, if you don’t feel up to it --”

He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, answering groggily. “It’s fine. I want to.”

“Okay.” I draw my legs up to my chest, hugging them. I want so badly to reach out and offer him a comforting touch, but I’m not sure if he wants that. “How are you feeling?” I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head. “I’m sorry. That’s a stupid question.”

“No. It’s not.” He reaches out and grasps my hand in his, entwining his fingers with mine. “Thank you, Lilah.” He gives me a small smile, and I feel a little more at ease.

Giving his hand a squeeze, I say “I’m here for you. I always will be.”

We look at each other for a few seconds, studying one another. Jake is the one to break our staring contest, turning his head to look in the direction of the trapdoor. “We’d better get going. Are you sure that’s the only way out of here?”

I chuckle. “I’m afraid so. Just don’t look down.”

I lead the way, and soon I’m safely on the ground. I watch, one-part amused and one-part nervous, as Jake ever-so-slowly makes his way down. Who knew he was afraid of heights? Finally, he sets his feet on the ground and looks up at the treehouse. “Never again,” he breathes, and I laugh as I lead the way into my parents’ house.

Maggie is absolutely thrilled when I tell her that Jake will be joining us for dinner. He offers to help with meal prep, admitting that he isn’t much of a cook. “In that case ...” Maggie begins as she hands him a vegetable peeler. “... how are you at peeling vegetables?”

“I’ll do my best.”

Maggie turns away, and Jake and I share a look. He gives me a smile just now, and my heart swells with affection. All three of us work together to prepare dinner: homemade lasagna, garlic bread, and salad. After dinner, Jake and I insist on taking care of the dishes so Maggie can go to bed. Before she leaves the kitchen, she turns to us and says something that makes me turn crimson.

“Are you staying at a hotel, Jake? Or will you be in Lilah’s room?”

“Maggie!” She smiles at me, insisting that she’s not naive, and I’m mortified. Jake takes this all in stride, not answering her question, and she finally goes to bed. “I’m sorry, Jake. I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She wasn’t always like this. I think she’s been replaced by a pod person.” Making sure she’s out of hearing range, I add “But seriously, where are you staying?”

He shrugs, letting out a sigh. “Honestly, I don’t know. I was in such a hurry to come here that I didn’t take the time to find a place.”

I nibble on my bottom lip, trying to work things out. “You can stay here, if you’d like. The sofa is uncomfortable. So ... you can stay in my room.” We share a look, and I feel a bit awkward. I’m not sure if Jake wants to proceed with our relationship, given what happened between us during our last morning together. Would he still feel comfortable sharing a bed with me, in spite of everything? “I, I can sleep on the floor and you can have the bed.”

He gives me a confused look. “Why would we do that?” Furrowing his brow, he says “Lilah, are you thinking of me differently?” He looks panicked.

I answer without hesitation, reaching out to take his hand in mine. “No. That’s not it. Jake, you are still the same wonderful, amazing, strong man I fell in love with. I don’t think of you differently. I just ... I didn’t know if you’d feel comfortable sharing a bed with me, given how we parted.”

“You could have just asked.”

“You’re right. I should have asked. I’m sorry.” I look up at him, searching his gaze. “Where do you want to sleep?”

“Next to you,” he answers immediately. He checks to make sure that Maggie isn’t within hearing range. “Lilah, what I went through ... It wasn’t normal. Right here, right now ... I want some sense of normalcy. Please.”

I search his gaze for a few seconds. “Okay.”

Once we’re finished with our work, I close the dishwasher and shut off the lights. I wait for Jake at the bottom of the stairs as he picks up his bag, and then he follows me up the stairs to my room. He sets the duffel down in front of the closet and takes out his sweatpants, while I change into my pajamas. He uses the bathroom first, while I turn down the sheets. He comes out a little while later, climbing into bed while I pay a visit to the bathroom. We shut off our respective reading lamps and settle down underneath the covers. I’m on my back, trying not to fidget as I work out what to do next. Normally, one of us would cuddle up against the other. I know Jake said he wants normalcy. Does that include cuddling?

My question is answered when Jake pulls me to him, letting out a contented sigh. “Normalcy. Remember?” I nod against his shoulder. “It’s okay, Lilah.” He pauses for a moment and then adds “We’re okay. I’m not fragile. I’m broken in places, but ... I’ll be okay. Listen. All I want to do is be here ... with you ... like this. So just ... relax. All right?”

I finally relax in his embrace, smiling. “All right.” There’s a moment of silence, and then I break it by saying “I love you, Jake.”

He plants a kiss on the top of my head, his embrace tightening a little. “I love you back.”

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elliotsblunt · 2 years

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I meannn since it’s now stuck in my mind, that “try me, just like I taught you” would be fantastic please 💗

warning: includes drugs & weed

TEACHER

You felt your cheeks burn, “I just—I’m not gay, but I would most definitely eat pussy at least once in my life,” you explained before dipping your head, shooting another line of coke up your nose. Your sinuses burned as an affect, causing you to sniffle, before wiping your nose. Elliot nodded with intoxicated eyes, the joint between his lips dropping ash onto his white t-shirt, “Have you ever eaten pussy, Ellie?”

He nodded, letting out a small cough from the weed. His foot nudged yours, both of your sneakers rubbing against the other, as he smirked, “Twice,” he replied, thinning his eyes towards you while he took another hit. His voice was strained as he replied, smoke flooding his mouth, “I can show you—how to eat pussy I mean, if you want. It’s pretty easy.”

Your brows rose. “Really?”

He snorted, crawling over to you on the bed. He leaned onto his elbow, placing the blunt in your other hand, “Hold this, pretty please,” he murmered before grabbing your small hand into his two large ones. You giggled in a haze as he balled your fists, bringing the opening to his lips, “And then you just, slip your tongue inside her pussy—and,” his warm muscle licked the outline of the hole, making your stomach do a flip. Then he flicked the inside, before nipping softly at your flesh. His voice was muffled, “Keep licking like that,”

You watched, biting your lip at how skilled his mouth worked. Your lips fell open, almost letting out a moan, imagining how his tongue would feel on your real pussy. His brows furrowed as he then kissed it before pulling away, sending you a wink, “Now I can say I just ate my best friend’s pussy,” he joked, his smirk growing. He stretched his hand in front of your face, “Wanna try me, now?”

Nodding, you took his hand, and pulled it to your mouth. Nervously glancing at him, he nodded softly, “Go on. Just like I taught you,” he encouraged, eyes shifting darker, “Just like how I ate your pussy, Y/N.”

Laughing, he chuckled quietly before you repeated his motions. His mouth fell open, eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Oh fuck,” he moaned in a girlish voice, pulling you towards him, “I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming,” he gasped dramatically, “I’m cumming, Y/N!”

Pulling away, a big smile was stretched onto your face, his hand falling onto the blanket. But then your grin slipped when he licked his palm, a seductive tone in his voice,

“You taste good.”

You gulped, looking down at his lips. Soft and thick. His voice was raspy, “Maybe I can show you another way how I eat pussy,” he added, making your eyes snap back to his. The corners of his lips twitched, “Yeah?”

Oh shit.

#elliot #elliot euphoria #elliot imagines #elliot smut #elliot x you #elliot x y/n #elliot x reader #elliot is mean #elliot imagine

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satinsumu · 3 years

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first. || suna r.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: MINORS DNI, f!reader, slight slight angst but mostly fluff, language, unprotected sex, fingering, virginity loss, dirty talk, praise, creampie, soft suna is romantic, shy baby’s first time ❤️

summary: it’s hard not to get self-conscious being intimate with suna for the first time, especially when he’s far more experienced than you are—but your boyfriend is sure to remind you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

a/n: what did i say about loving the first time trope lol. also didn’t proofread bc that’s how we do it here (edit: this was so much longer than i’d intended and i ended up getting so much more attached than i’d intended lmfao i want a suna in my life Right Now)

a tingle travels throughout your body as your bare back touches the soft sheets of suna’s bed, your boyfriend’s hands gently moving from your shoulders down to your knees.

he lifts one of your legs up, slender fingers rubbing small circles against your skin, before bending down to press a small kiss to your inner thigh. his greyish, golden eyes—half-lidded and slowly growing darker with desire—flick up to meet yours with such tender intensity that it takes your breath away.

“are you okay?” he asks quietly at your silence, carefully setting your leg back down against the mattress as he leans over you, one hand planted beside your head.

“yeah,” you reassure him. the reply comes out a bit weaker than you’d intended.

“we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” suna murmurs, lowering himself to give you a small kiss, right at edge of your mouth. his lips are warm. gentle.

“i do, i’m just—” you quickly answer, but look away with slight embarrassment. “just a little nervous, that’s all... don’t know if i’ll be good.”

the second half of your sentence is just barely above a whisper, and suna’s expression softens.

“don’t worry about that,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to your forehead, before slowly moving further down your neck and chest. “just want you to be comfortable.”

you feel him stop just above your left breast, the ghost of his breath lingering on your flesh. a sudden, warm sensation washes over you as suna takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks, his hot, wet tongue swirling circles around the bud. you gasp at the feeling and squeeze your eyes shut while his other hand slides down your stomach, hovering just above the thin, silky fabric of your underwear.

suna releases your nipple from his mouth as he pushes himself back up, licking his lips while studying your expression.

“you’re so warm down here,” he says with a small smile. his finger draws a long, slow stripe along your folds, the pressure through your panties just enough to send another tingle traveling all over your body. “can i take these off?”

you nod and grant him permission, shyness burning in your cheeks at how exposed and vulnerable you feel, but also at how careful suna is being. he smooths his palm against your hip bone and drags the garment of clothing down your legs before it comes back up, teasingly squeezing the flesh of your inner thigh.

“good girl,” suna hums, straightening himself to pull his own shirt over his head. the words make your heart pound violently in your chest.

without another word, he takes your other breast in his large hand, groping and kneading the flesh while his opposite hand begins to make work of your sex. he presses two fingers against your folds and slowly rubs circles against the skin as you feel your clit grow more and more sensitive to the pseudo-contact.

you tilt your head back, dipping further into the sheets, while a shaky sigh escapes your lips. a small smile rests on suna’s face at the sight—you seem to be feeling good, and he intends on keeping it that way.

his movements are growing faster now. you can feel your arousal growing wetter, and you know suna can feel it too, with the way his fingertips are coated with your slick. he takes this as a safe indication to finally slip a digit into you—god knows how fucking badly he wishes it were his cock instead—and the little squeak that rolls off your tongue is like music to his ears.

“so tight, baby,” he murmurs, elated at the sight of you clenching around him while trying to keep his composure. how did he get so lucky? “but you’re taking my fingers so well.”

there’s so much going on.

you can feel your boyfriend watching you, but you’re too distracted to think about how your face must look right now. especially when he’s still squeezing your tits, focusing on your pleasure as he continues pumping his finger in and out of your tiny hole. then he adds another, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, surprised that suna’s hands are moving with so much ease and also how good it feels. even more so when his thumb continues to rub at your clit in tandem with his other fingers.

soft, lewd squelching noises can be heard in the quiet of his room as both you and suna realize that this won’t be enough. you need more. your pussy is practically begging for it, even if your mouth isn’t.

“think you’re ready, sweetheart,” suna breathes, willing himself to pull his fingers out of your cunt.

you nod coyly in response, slightly irritated at yourself for feeling uneasy in front of your boyfriend; he’s being so good to you, so patient, but you’ve just never done anything so lewd befo—

your brain short-circuits as you watch suna look you dead in the eye before putting two glistening fingers, still covered in your juices, into his mouth. he slowly pulls out, soft pink lips wrapped around them, tongue lapping shamelessly at whatever he missed on his thumb.

he gives you an alluring smirk, and your hands instinctively fly up to cover your flustered face. your cheeks are burning with both desire and embarrassment, but suna grips your wrist and slowly pulls it away.

“look at me, baby,” he says, his body hovering closely above yours. “nothing to be embarrassed about.”

god, you look so fucking cute, he really doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“can i...?” suna trails off, the hardness in his pants growing more and more difficult to ignore by the second as it presses against your leg.

“p-please, rin,” you whisper. the way your innocent, nervous eyes are asking him to fuck you is honestly enough to make him jizz in his pants.

without another word, suna pushes himself back up, unzipping his pants so that his erect member can finally spring free. he barely has to give it a few impatient strokes—a trait you rarely see in your boyfriend—before it’s fully hard. the sheer size of his cock causes you to gulp, the tiny beads of precum already leaking out from its tip.

suna takes it in his hand, smearing his own arousal over the head before bending over to rub its heaviness over your folds. your clit is already puffy and sensitive from his fingers earlier, and it feels like it’s twitching in pleasure from the contact.

“o-oh,” you gasp, and suna smiles at the sound, his eyes glossing over your body like he simply can’t get enough. he slowly moves his cock downwards, using all his self-restraint to ignore the throbbing, aching desire in it to just fuck your brains out already.

lining it up with your entrance, he murmurs, “i’m gonna put it in.”

“okay,” you exhale, chest heaving in anticipation.

your hands travel up beside your head to grip the pillow as a means to brace yourself, and you finally feel suna slide into you with surprising ease. every inch of his cock drags along your walls in slow motion, and you’ve never been so physically close to him before. there’s a soft ache—barely noticeable—but it’s not painful... and yet, it’s not pleasurable either.

an unprecedented panic creeps its way into your head at the realization.

what if this doesn’t end up feeling good? what if he doesn’t end up feeling good? oh god, what if he doesn’t even finish? surely, you’d be the only girl he’ll have slept with that could fuck up this bad—who knows how many girls have come before you? (literally.) what if—

“what’s wrong?” suna’s gentle voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his tone tinged with a slight worry.

“n-nothing,” you shake your head quickly. ugh, you feel like such... a loser. an idiot, really.

“talk to me, sweetheart,” suna murmurs, towering over you as he’s still balls deep inside your cunt. “does it hurt?”

he wants to pull out in case that’s the problem, but also doesn’t want to make any sudden moves, for fear of hurting you.

“no, i’m okay,” you insist in an attempt to reassure him. “i just, i don’t know, i’m being stupid.”

suna’s expression softens, but before he can say anything, you’re already babbling on again, and you can’t even stop.

“what if you don’t end up feeling good?” you quiver, the question more so directed at yourself than at your boyfriend. “what if you don’t even finish because of how much i suck? i-i don’t want to be the only person you’ve been with who’s bad at sex—”

your heart is racing now and the words are tumbling out of your mouth helplessly. you feel so bad for dumping this on him, and your frustration towards yourself brings small tears to the corners of your eyes—

“baby, listen to me,” suna says quietly but firmly, one hand cupping your cheek and turning your face towards him so that you’re no longer avoiding eye contact. his thumb gently brushes away the dampness at the edge of your lower lashline before he continues,

“first of all, there’s no such thing as being bad at sex—and you’re doing great,” he murmurs, planting a quick kiss to your lips. “you’re the only person i want to do this with, and as long as it’s with you, i’m happy.”

you sniffle a little bit, but your heart soars at his words, the tension in your chest slowly easing.

“second of all, don’t worry about me,” he says gently, his eyes filled with a tender adoration as he gazes at you. “it’s really sweet that you’re thinking of me, but i want you to feel good.”

a warmth blooms in your cheeks.

“and besides, you’re fucking beautiful,” suna continues, leaning down again to press his lips against your bare shoulder. “i could cum just from the sight of you, but i’m trying to hold back because i want you to finish first.”

the bluntness of his words causes you to look away shyly, and suna smiles down at you.

“so,” he begins again, before giving you a small suck on your jaw. “can you let me make you feel good?”

you nod slowly, and bring your arms up to wrap them around his neck.

“sorry,” you manage a small giggle at the feeling of his dick still inside you—you really have terrible timing, that much you’ll admit.

“it’s okay,” suna murmurs, turning his head to kiss your cheek. “i love you, you know that.”

he’s said those words before, but the way he’s uttering them into your ear right now, in the quiet intimacy that only you two share, makes your heart race and your head spin.

“just let me know if you want me to stop,” he says, before finally, gradually pulling himself out.

suna slides his cock back into you with ease, your juices still coating his member. he repeats the motion a few more times, each time just a little bit more fluidly and rapidly than the last, until you’ve fully adjusted to his size. the sensation is still foreign, but no longer uncomfortable.

he finally reaches a pace where he thrusts himself into you for the first time with a low grunt, the rough penetration catching you off guard. a small “mmf!” escapes your mouth as you bite your lip, embarrassed at hearing the sound of your own voice.

“don’t hold those precious noises back, sweetheart,” suna breathes seductively into your skin, his low voice causing you to clench harder around him. “wanna hear how good i make you feel. the louder the better.”

you nod at his encouragement as small beads of sweat form along your temple.

he gives you another sharp thrust, followed by another, and then another, until he’s steadily rocking into you as the bed creaks with every movement. this time, you can’t help the wanton moans of his name that fill the air, each one prompting him to continue.

“a-ah!” you cry at a particularly harsh snap of his hips, your cunt sucking him back in every time he pulls out of you. “r-rin! rin! rin!”

suna’s never been one to have a big head or a large ego, but the way you’re chanting his name like a mantra makes pride swell in his chest. you look so angelic, eyes fluttered shut with every time he fucks into you, nipples moving up and down with your breasts, hair splayed out against his bedsheets, sopping wet pussy clamping around his cock as your very first time. how could he not be in love with you?

“f-feeling good, baby?” he pants, trying to hold it together.

“yes,” you gasp as a small dribble of drool leaks out of the corner of your mouth. but you don’t care. you want him. more of him, more, more, more. “want you so bad.”

suna thinks he’s going to lose his damn mind.

“you like that?” his voice borders on a growl, and his strong arms snake beneath you to pull you into a hug before one of them props his body up against the mattress so he can angle himself into you with even more intensity. lord help him, he wants to cum so fucking bad with how hot you look, your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you into tomorrow.

“n-ngh!” you groan, tossing your head back at the way suna is driving himself in and out of you as his eyes flit down to your heaving chest. “i-i think ‘m c-close...”

that was all suna needed to hear as he laid you back down, flat against the bed as one hand travels urgently down to your heat. he takes two fingers and begins rubbing your folds again, one dipping past them to play with your clit, the stimulation causing you to see stars. suna presses an open mouthed kiss against your lips at the sight of them parting, taking the opportunity to slide his tongue across yours.

he picks up the speed of his thrusts again, his other hand now preoccupied with kneading your breasts and pinching your nipple as you cry out for him, and only him.

“r-rin!” your voice rings in his head, your gasps broken up into needy pants.

“doin’ so good, angel,” he mutters against your lips, still mercilessly slamming his cock into you. “taking my cock so—ngh!—well, wanna keep this pussy all to myself.”

you don’t even have time to process the lewdness of his words before your back is arching, suna’s fingers rubbing your clit at an unbelievable pace as he simultaneously slides himself in and out of you, the slapping sounds amplified by your juices.

“cum for me sweetheart, you can do it,” suna urges, his eyes fixated on your face. “show me just how good i make you feel—”

a sudden wave of bliss floods over you as you feel the tension in your body release, your clit throbbing with pleasure at the sensation. suna’s eyes widen at the way your jaw grows slack, trying not to cum at the mere sight of your fucked out expression while he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“h-hah,” you gasp, still chasing your climax while suna continues thrusting into your cunt, his cock twitching with arousal. after a few seconds, he picks up his own pace, chasing his own high with your body.

“god, you feel so good around me,” he mutters, clenching his teeth at the way your walls continue to suck him in.

“want you to cum inside, r-rin,” you whine into his ear, the syllables broken up by how hard he’s fucking you as your whole being practically bounces around his cock, his balls clapping with wet slapping sounds against your ass. “f-fill m-me up?”

you don’t need to say anything else as suna finally snaps, pushing himself so deep into you with an almost primal urge as cum shoots out of his cock. you can feel the warmth all the way in your belly as you look up at your boyfriend, sweaty and out of breath, panting into your neck before finally pulling himself out of you.

he catches your lips with his as he gives you a long, passionate kiss, before breaking away and giving you a quick peck on both cheeks, then your nose, then your forehead.

“you did so good, baby,” he murmurs, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, that had found its way to stick to your face. an affectionate warmth brings a small smile to your lips as you nuzzle your cheek into suna’s palm, and he feels himself lose his breath at the sight of you.

“be good and stay here, okay?” he mumbles, reluctantly pulling himself off of you. he could stare at you forever. “i’ll go get a towel and clean you up. i love you.”

#fic #suna.fic

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dreamerstreamer · 3 years

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A Terrible Tutor

Pairing: Dream / Clay x gn!reader

Summary: [High School!AU] He’s cocky, annoying, a total tease, has a laugh loud enough to shake the stars, and you hate him. But as luck would have it, he’s also your tutor.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: minor cursing

A/N: this is based on a classmate i had way back! (we did not fall in love. he was awful.) i’ve also never taken physics, but i tried something a bit new for the reader’s personality. i hope you enjoy :) <3

You glared down at your physics textbook, the open pages staring back up at you with beady eyes made of diagrams and labels. Off to the side, your notebook was strewn across your desk, a list of questions scribbled across the top line in a hurried rush. The handwriting was messier than you would have liked, but the thought didn’t irritate you.

What did irritate you was that it was nearly half past four, and your so-called tutor still hadn’t shown up.

You could still envision the concerned look on Mr. Craftson’s face as he held you back a moment after class, watching as the rest of your classmates poured out of the door with an anxious look. He had offered you a kind smile before pulling out your test from the week before, and you winced at the numerous red marks scattered across the front page alone.

“I know you’ve been struggling in this class,” he said, gazing at you almost pitifully.

You tried not to glower at the sight of his apologetic eyes trained on you, instead nodding your head slowly. “It’s been… hard,” you said slowly.

He leaned an arm on his chair, pushing your test toward you. “You ask questions in class,” he hummed, “and from what I’ve seen, you complete your homework diligently.” His smile fell. “Yet here you are me, with the lowest mark in my class.”

You wanted to shrivel up into a ball. Maybe he didn’t have to say it like that, but he wasn’t wrong, either.

At your silence, he prodded at you. “Is there anything going on at home that might be hindering you, or…?”

You whipped your head up, your eyes wide. “No! Things are—things are great. It’s just…”

You swallowed, then sighed, fidgeting your fingers on your lap. “I guess,” you murmured, trying to quell the shame flaring up inside you, “I’ve just been really struggling with the material, and none of it’s really been clicking.”

Mr. Craftson’s face softened in an instant. “That’s alright. Thank you for being honest with me. If my teaching hasn’t been working out with you…”

He paused, rubbing at the blond stubble on his chin for a moment. Then, his face lit up and he leaned forward. “Tell you what,” he said. “I’ve got a great student who I think might be able to explain things to you in a way you might be able to grasp a little better. He’s got the best marks in this class.”

Your eyes widened. The best in the class? He had to be a genius.

“I have a good feeling he can meet you tomorrow at four after school to help you out,” he continued, leaning against the arm rest of his office chair. “What do you say?”

You blinked, a thoughtful look passing over your face. Lord knew you needed the help—you were practically failing the class—but an uneasy stone settled into the pit of your stomach. You’ve never needed tis much help to pass a class before. The thought made you want to gag. Slowly, you opened your mouth.

“Do I have to…” You gestured vaguely. “Pay him or something?”

His cerulean eyes blinked at you for a second, then he laughed—the kind of deep-belly laugh only teachers seemed to be able to have. “No, no,” he said, waving his hand at you, “not at all. He’s a good kid. He wouldn’t do something like that.”

You bobbed your head, your insides crumbling. You didn’t want to accept, you really didn’t. Part of you guys wanted to believe that you could just work harder, study by yourself even more. You were a dedicated student, and you were doing just fine in all your other classes. Surely the content couldn’t get that much harder, right?

But as your gaze lowered to the red ink staining your test once more, you felt yourself swallowing the lump in your throat. Straightening your back, you let your stubborn pride seep out of your shoulders and onto the floor.

It looked like this was a sacrifice you were simply going to have to make.

“Thank you so much for the offer,” you said, letting your lips curl up into a genuine, grateful smile. “It—it really means a lot.”

Mr. Craftson grinned at you, an easygoing flint shining in his eyes. “Of course. You’re a bright student. Sometimes we all just need a little push.”

You could still remember shaking his hand in thanks before bundling your stuff in your arms and shuffling into the hall, tucking your feet between the pages of your textbook. That had been yesterday, and now, the same one was sitting on your desk, open to a new page full of jumbled words you could hardly decipher.

The chair across from you was distinctly empty.

He—whoever he was—was late.

You distantly wondered to yourself who your tutor even was, your gaze drifting down to your textbook. Mr. Craftson had said he was the best student taking the class. Would it be George? He always seemed like he knew what was going on, and he never really asked questions. But sometimes, he looked like he was just zoning out. Maybe it was Technoblade. He was smart. You paused, then shook your head. No, everyone knew he was one of those English kids.

The thought made you furrow your brows, wracking your head even more. The words on the page grew muddled and fuzzy as you thought even more. Just who was it?

Just then, you heard the classroom door swing open with the same loud creak every door in the school seemed to have. The sound of heavy breaths and panting filled the air, then a haggard voice spoke up.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late.”

You didn’t look up from your page, letting a sigh escape your lips as you lifted your head. Plastering a polite smile to your face, you let your gaze travel toward your tutor. “Hi, it’s nice to me—”

Suddenly, your voice died in your throat as your eyes locked onto the figure standing in the doorway. Towering over the desks with a duffel bag resting against his hip, his dirty blond locks were damp and matted against his forehead, his emerald eyes blinking at you. Something bitter and warm twisted in your gut at the sight, and the smile dropped off your face and into a scowl.

“Oh,” you said flatly. “It’s you.”

The smile he offered you was easygoing, but you didn’t miss the strain in his gaze. “It’s me.”

You bit on the inside of your cheek, your heart practically revolting against your rib cage with the way it was hammering. A million questions were darting around the inside of your skull, only making your blood boil even more with each passing second.

Of all the people you had expected to show up, Clay was easily the last.

The two of you had first met back in freshman year in your first science class—he had sat behind you and had the loudest laugh on the planet, or so you were convinced. You were quieter back then, but just as stubborn and snappish as now. Soon enough, one thing led to another, and you swore the two of you were suddenly enemies for life.

Although you couldn’t remember what had caused your little feud, you knew that he was the one who started it. He was loud and kicked your chair, he just loved to borrow your pens and never return them, and you could never figure out just why he loved to tease you so much. You don’t think you learned a single thing in that class, always distracted by the presence staring a hole into your back, and you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

Naturally, that meant your teacher assigned him to sit behind you for the rest of the year. To this day, you were convinced she hated you, and you still avoided her in the halls.

To say that science class was your least favourite would be an understatement, and soon enough, everybody was in on your hatred for each other. Clay never seemed to stop pestering you no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, and you would never forget the day you finally snapped at him, whipping around to glare at him with your cheeks on fire.

“Will you please shut up?”

The shocked look on his face was still burned into your memory as it melted into a wide, proud grin.

“Only if you make me.”

Even years later, he always seemed to find a way to worm himself back into your life, and you hated it. You hated him, simple as that.

So, seeing him standing in front of you like this, it took every ounce of your strength to keep your voice as neutral as possible.

“What took you so long?”

He patted his duffel bag before slipping it off his shoulder and setting it on the ground. “I just finished football practice. Coach ran a little long and I figured it would be polite to take a shower before so I didn’t smell all sweaty when I tutored you.”

You blinked, your mouth falling open. That explained his wet hair, you guessed. While you were vaguely flattered, you were distracted by something else. “You knew that you would be tutoring me?”

Clay nodded, pulling back the chair in front of you. “Yeah. Phil asked me.”

You gaped. “You call Mr. Craftson by his first name?”

His smile was a touch too smug for your liking, and you wanted to wipe it off his face. “Maybe. I was surprised when he asked, though.” He wrinkled his nose and shot you a teasing smirk as he sat down. “I didn’t think you would be failing this class.”

You glowered, that same bitter feeling bubbling up in your chest, again. “I’m not failing,” you snapped. “I’m just…” You paused, your cheeks growing hot. “…not passing.”

He gave you a deadpan look, then laughed. “That’s the same thing.”

You sent him a gesture that your teacher most certainly would have scolded you for if he was here, and he laughed even harder. You were suddenly reminded of just how damn loud his laugh was, sounding like fireworks in your ears. Slumping over, you hung your head in your hands.

“Ugh. I can’t believe you knew you were going to be tutoring me of all people.” You paused, then added, “I can’t believe you agreed.”

He tilted his head at you, brushing his damp hair out of his face. “Did you not know I was gonna be your tutor?”

“No.” You frowned. “If I did, I wouldn’t have shown up.”

His eyes flickered with mirth as a smile stretched across his face. “Aw, am I really that disagreeable?”

“Yes,” you said immediately, your gaze as sharp as a blade. “Without a doubt. A hundred percent. I didn’t even have to think about it.”

He whistled, feigning a wince. “Harsh.”

Wryly, you said, “You deserve it.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “I wasn’t that bad as a freshman, was I?”

You gave him a hard, callous stare. “Do you really think I’m the one you should be asking that question?”

He thought about it for a moment, then sighed. “Okay, point taken.”

You dragged a hand over your face, then pointed at your textbook. “Are you going to teach me now or what? We’re already behind.”

He winced for real this time, and you almost felt bad for him. Almost. “Sorry, again.”

“Seriously,” you muttered under your breath, reaching into your back to grab your pencil case, “and to think that you have the highest grades in this class.”

“Hey,” he shot back, “I’m brains and brawn.”

You shot him a look that was nothing short of disgusted. He cringed a little at the sight.

“Okay, that was cheesy, but I’m not wrong. Besides, coach says I have to keep my grades up or else I’m off the team.” He leaned closer to you, and you tried to ignore the feeling of his hot breath fanning over your skin. “You know I can’t let everyone down like that.”

You looked unconvinced. “Uh huh. Totally.” Whipping out a pencil, you tapped at the bottom of the page you had open. “Can you explain this to me, now? The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can leave.”

He quietly chuckled, and you hated how soft it sounded. Leaning closer to the textbook to read, his lips mouthed the problem silently. You tried not to stare at his mouth as it moved, your gaze tracing over the soft dip of his lips as his viridian eyes flashed with recognition. A moment later, he sat back and cocked his head at you.

“So, what exactly do you not understand?”

You didn’t miss a beat. “Everything.”

He blinked, disbelief colouring his features. “Everything? Like, the whole thing?”

You scowled. “I thought that was obvious. All that stuff about velocity and the funny diagrams—” You shook your head. “—none of it makes sense.”

He raised a brow at you. “I thought you were paying attention in class. You really don’t understand a single thing?”

You bit back the urge to scream. “It’s not like you’re much smarter.”

Clay snorted derisively. “I am. That’s kind of the whole point.”

You groaned, letting your voice ring out in the quiet of the empty classroom. You caught a glimpse of his amused smile in front of you, and it only made you groan louder.

“You’re the one who ruined science for me, you know? I hated going to that class, and look at me now.” You gestured to yourself, using your finger to draw a ring in the air. “It all comes full circle.”

There was a brief second of silence. “I’m the reason why you hate science?”

You didn’t budge. “I wasn’t exactly jumping for joy knowing I was going to be stuck in a class with someone who never gave me my stuff back and kicked my chair.”

Another wave of silence washed over the two of you, but this one was tense—heavy. He swallowed, and you watched his Adam’s apple bob.

“You…” His eyes swirled with something sad and honest. “You really hate me that much?”

He suddenly looked a lot like a kicked puppy, and a pang of guilt shot through your chest like a bullet. With a panicked gaze, your voice grew shaky as you spoke. “I—I don’t hate you. I just… I had a grudge, I guess.”

Your tone grew soft, and you lowered your gaze to your lap. “I… I really didn’t like you back then, but things have changed.” You offered him a small smile, but it felt shy. “We’re not exactly fourteen, anymore.”

He returned your smile with one of his own. Just like yours, it was small and tender, and it sent something stirring in the depths of your belly. “No,” he murmured, “we’re not.”

“I,” you breathed, gulping down the last dredges of your grudge, “was stubborn back then.” You raised a shoulder. “In a way, I still am. I have too much pride for my own good too, but I don’t hate you.” The look you sent him had a spark of mischief, and his breath hitched. “Strongly dislike, at best.”

Clay blinked at you, looking half-surprised and half-awed at you. You squirmed under his gaze before he snapped out of his stupor, almost bashfully ducking his head. “I’m… It’s definitely too late for me to say this now when I really should have said it all those years ago, but I’m sorry. Really. I was a dick.”

You snorted under your breath, fondly mumbling, “Yeah, you were.”

His face perked up at the sound of your bitten back laugh. “I really shouldn’t have teased you so much. My reasons were… dumb.”

You cocked a brow at him, almost as if to say, Oh? Do elaborate.

But instead, you watched as his ears burned crimson red and he flashed you a pair of bright, pleading eyes. “Forgive me? Please.”

Your heart leapt into your throat, something new and warm bursting along the seams of your lungs. You couldn’t possibly say no to a face like that. Even the toughest person on the planet would crack under a look as sincere as that, you tried to reason, ultimately letting out a sigh with a stammer.

“O-Only if you actually can get me to understand this unit.” Pushing down the heat creeping up your neck, you pointed at him with an accusatory look. “Until then, you’re on thin ice.”

The grin he sent you was beyond dazzling—you couldn’t have brought yourself to look away even if you wanted to.

(And you didn’t.)

“Gotcha.”

Clay finished scribbling a diagram onto the new page of your notebook, flicking his thumb back to reveal the hordes of previous pages you had filled with other practice problems. If you were being honest, you were a little envious of just how neat his drawings were. No one should be able to draw a line as straight as that without a ruler, yet here he was, doing exactly that.

What a show-off.

Feeling your eyes on him, Clay lifted his head to catch your gaze, turning the notebook to face you. You tried to pretend the stumbling of your heart wasn’t because of him—not at all. “Do you get it?” he breathed.

You glanced back and forth between him and your page, your grip on your pencil falling slack. “I think so,” you said slowly. “Mostly, at least.”

He hummed for a moment, then flipped your notebook around until it was facing him again and holding an expectant, open hand toward you. Without even thinking, you dropped your pencil into his palm, a spark running up your fingers at the slight brush of his skin against yours. Carefully, he wrote a string of words on a new line, circling the sentence when he was done.

“Here,” he said gently, pushing the pencil back between your fingers, “try this question. This was one of the harder ones from my test.”

Gingerly, you peered down at the page, and your mouth fell open at the sight. This question was far more complicated than anything you had been solving in the textbook before this. What was he thinking?

“If you get it right,” he said suddenly, casting you out of your thoughts, “you should be all set.” His lips curved up into a taunting, knowing grin. “But it’s okay if you don’t get it—it is difficult, after all.”

You stared for a second longer, then grumbled under your breath. How could he read your mind like that? You were going to prove him wrong, even if only to knock that smug look off his face.

Leaning down, you tackled the problem head on, your pencil flying across the page as you spelled out formulas and equations, doodling a diagram when you had to and pausing to think every other breath. Before you, you didn’t see Clay watching you with a soft, tender gaze, taking in the way your fingers fidgeted against your pencil when you stopped and how you chewed on your mouth when you got nervous.

You really were more endearing than you could ever know.

Suddenly, you let your pencil clatter against the table as you pushed your notebook toward him, eyeing your pencil scratches with a wary look. “Done.”

His viridian eyes gleamed with excitement. “Alright,” he said, plucking the paper from your desk with a practiced ease, “let’s take a look.”

His gaze scanned your work intently, his lips pressed together in focus. You folded your hands onto your lap, trying to focus on his analysis of you work. But the longer you looked, the more you felt your gaze trailing up to graze his cheeks. Did he always have so many freckles? You didn’t remember seeing him with this many as a freshman, but you also spent more time glaring at him than staring at him back then.

In a way, he was kind of... pretty. Handsome, even. Not that you would ever say it out loud.

You suddenly had a strong urge to reach up and trace feather-light lines between each of his freckles, but before you could even take another breath, Clay’s eyes were on yours again. Unlike earlier, the look on his face was grave, and a small grimace overtook his features.

“I have bad news,” he said dryly.

Your heart fell.

Of course you got something wrong. You were a fool to think that things would change just because Clay would be teaching you instead.

But then, his grimace curled up at the corners, and your jaw dropped.

“I have nothing left to teach you in this unit.”

Your eyes widened.

“I got it right?”

He turned the notebook back to face you. A large check mark had been scribbled in pencil along the side of the page, a tiny smiley face decorating the corner next to it.

“Perfectly.”

The gasp you let out sent you barrelling for your feet, and you nearly started jumping for joy in the middle of your seat. “Yes!” you cried, pumping a hand up in the air. Suddenly, you whirled to point at Clay, a pout forming on your lips. “Oh my god, you scared the crap out of me! Don’t do that.”

He chuckled, leaning back with his hands up defensively. “Sorry, sorry. I saw the opportunity and just had to take it.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re terrible.”

His eyes softened—sincere and sweet. “I know.”

Ignoring the sudden burst of warmth rushing through your veins, you huffed at him. “Well, at least I have two pieces of good news for you. First,” you said, sliding your notebook off your desk, “we can both go home, now.”

“And the second?” he prompted, looking at you inquisitively.

You folded your notebook shut, boring a hole into your backpack with the intensity of your stare. You couldn’t look at him right now, you just couldn’t.

“Second,” you nearly whispered, “I accept your apology.”

Slipping your textbook into your bag, you heard him take a sharp intake of breath. “Really?”

You reached for your pencil case, fumbling with the zipper. “Yes.”

There was another breath, but this one was gentler, less harsh. You peeked up at him from your bag, and your heart stuttered at the ecstatic look on his face.

“This,” he said, “is the greatest day of my life.”

You blinked wildly at him, zipping your backpack up all the way before slinging it onto the desk. “That’s a little extreme, isn’t it?”

He shook his head, his smile never once faltering. “Are you kidding? I thought you were going to hate my guts forever!”

You shrugged, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I might have.” You paused. “Actually, I probably would have. But luckily for you—” You shot him a sincere look. “—not anymore.”

His grin grew impossibly wider, yet it somehow still looked natural on him. Deep down, a part of you wanted to bottle up his expression and remember it for as long as you lived.

“Like I said, greatest day of my life.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “Weirdo.”

Pushing in your chair and gesturing for him to stand, you jutted your head toward the door. Clay didn’t need to be queued twice before he was rising to his feet, pushing the chair back to its rightful spot before heaving his duffel bag off the floor and onto his side. As the two of you headed out towards the door, a bought suddenly flickered across your head, and your lips began moving before you could even begin to think.

“One of these days, you need to tell me why you liked to pick on me so much. Like, seriously, why me?” You gestured to yourself as the two of you stepped outside into the school hallway. “I’m not exactly special.”

You hadn’t been looking at him in that moment, focused on closing the door behind you, but when he didn’t respond for a moment, you looked up and felt your lungs tighten. You had never seen Clay look so bashful in his life, with his ears flaring crimson red and a faint rosy tint dusting the panes of his cheeks. His freckles were only more noticeable with the pink background, and you nearly blurted something you knew you would regret.

“Maybe I’ll—” He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck with a smile. “I’ll tell you some other time.”

Before you could even ask what he meant by that, he was firing off once more. “In the meantime, if you still need help, I don’t mind coming in again next week or something.”

You nearly took a double take. Next week? He wanted to help you, again?

“Don’t you have more important things to do?” you asked, scanning him with wide, curious eyes. “Like studying your own stuff.”

“You’re important,” he said abruptly.

You choked on your spit, and by the way he went absolutely stock still in front of you, you had a feeling he hadn’t meant to say that.

“Oh,” you whispered.

That warm, fuzzy feeling from earlier was rising between your lungs again, only this time it sent your heart racing around your chest. Sucking in a deep breath, you nodded your head once, twice.

“Sure,” you managed to say as calmly as you could. “The, um, the next unit looks a little confusing, so I might need some help.”

Clay’s face suddenly brightened at your soft request for assistance, and you caught his shoulders slumping with relief as he smiled. “Awesome.” He paused, then waved his hand. “Not the part about you needing help, I mean.”

You laughed a little at that, your nerves calming a bit more. “I would hope not.”

He smiled back at you. “So,” he said, drawing out the syllable, “I’ll be back same time next week?”

You couldn’t help but reach over to elbow him a little playfully. “Try to be on time though, yeah?”

He flushed a bit, but cracked a crooked grin nonetheless. “I’ll try my best.” He glanced over his shoulder down the hall, and you suddenly realized you would be heading in the opposite direction.

“I’ll see you around?” he murmured gently, brushing away his now dry hair from his forehead.

One of your hands tightened around the straps of your bag while the other waved back at him. “See you.”

With one last grin at you, you watched as he turned on his heel, striding down the hall with his duffel bag bouncing against the side of his hip. Just then, your eyes grew wide, and you cupped your hands around your mouth to call after him.

“One last thing, Clay!” you shouted, your voice echoing down the empty corridor.

At the sound of his name, he whipped around again, his brows knitted together. Breathing in deeply, you screwed your eyes shut and called out once more.

“Thank you!”

When you opened your eyes again, his emerald green eyes were blinking at you with wild abandon, his lips parted in what could only be described as a look of pure wonder. Your heart skipped a beat, and you wondered why he was looking at you of all people like that.

Swallowing, he sent you a lopsided, earnest smile and cupped his own hands around his mouth to shout back at you.

“Anytime!”

You kept waving at him even after he let his arms drop back to his sides and he vanished around the corner of the hall. Almost immediately, you bent over to bury your head into your knees, letting out a soft, muffled yell.

Why did your chest feel so warm when he looked at you like that? Why did you want to count his freckles so badly when he smiled? Was he always so nice, so helpful and kind? Why did he look so cute when his face flushed all pink like the way it did before? When did he become so endearing instead of annoying?

Did you like him?

You let out another muffled cry into your hands, feeling heat flood every part of your body like a tidal wave crashing into your system. You could hear your heart ringing in your ears like a bell that wouldn’t ever stop, and your toes curled into your shoes.

You had so, so many questions, none of which you knew how to solve.

Hopefully Clay could help you figure out the answers.

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iwas-baby · 3 years

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“good boy”

tw/cw: pegging, strap-on referred to as ‘your cock,’ sub!oikawa, fake blowjob (?), praise, degradation, slight dacryphilia, brief ass play, first time pegging/ first time anal, light choking, light spanking, finger sucking, hands-free orgasm, porn without plot, established relationship

for @fallensvint’s boys and toys collab.

when oikawa said he wanted to try something new in the bedroom, he’d never expect to be kneeling in front of you, a dildo staring at him dead in the eye.

you stroke your cock, waving it in front of his face, heart fluttering at how he looks at you with such glassy eyes. oikawa bits his bottom lip, breathing heavily as you bring it even closer to his mouth.

“c’mon baby, suck it for me.” you tell him, watching in amusement as his cheeks burned red. you took a handful of his hair making him stare up at you.

slowly, oikawa opened up his jaw, tongue hesitantly sticking out in order to take the toy into his mouth. his quiet sniffles started as he gagged on the first few inches, pulling away, gasping for air.

"that's it, i know you can take it, i know you're a good boy." he nods, enjoying the praise as he places his hands carefully against your thighs to stabilize himself before trying once again to suck your cock.

you pet his head, smirking at the sight of him fluttering his eyes shut, bobbing his head and hallowing out his cheeks as if he were truly trying to give a blow job. "there you go," you snickered, even going as far as thrusting into his mouth just to watch his eyelashes collect teardrops.

while oikawa began to get accustomed to fitting the toy down his throat, you noticed how his hand left your thigh, now creeping towards his own dick. he grabbed it with a fist, carefully playing with himself as the sloppy sounds of his saliva echoed in your ears.

he moaned around the toy, increasing the speed of his hand against his throbbing dick, that is until you kick his hand away which caused him to jump.

"dirty boy," you'd stopped the compliments, looking down at him with a narrowed vision. "getting so turned on by this, so desperate to get fucked in the ass." oikawa's jaw hung open slightly, a crimson shade overcoming his cheeks at your words. your stomach shuttered at the embarrassed expression on his face.

a devilish smile on your face, you pressed against his cock with your foot, "get on the bed. ass up." you ordered him and it was laughable how quickly he got up and positioned himself to your liking.

he'd arched his back, almost wiggling his ass in the air, showing you how ready he was for you to use him like a little slut. you grabbed a bottle of lube, pumping the liquid into your hand and rubbing it along his hole. oikawa squirmed, body twitches as you drew circled around his opening.

you dipped your fingers inside of him, pushing against his walls, pumping them in and out. his hole clenched around you, gaping as you removed them completely.

oikawa was panting, holding back any sort of louder moan. you placed another handful of lube over your cock, rubbing it between his ass, teasing his hole. he pushed back against you, almost to beg for you to simply stretch him out with your cock.

"you want my cock so badly, don't you?" you asked, seeing how brightly he flushes, rapidly nodding his head at the question. you slapped his ass, expecting a verbal reply.

"y-yeah, want your cock so bad," his voice was pitchy, strangled with a bit of a whimper and his eyes were once again glassed over with his salty tears. it was cute to see him so worked up, to see him break over a simple sex toy.

"alright then, whatever my baby wants," you smiled, taking your time to split him open on your cock. watching carefully as the toy disappeared into his ass, his back arching, his mouth hanging out as gasping groans left his throat.

you paused before thrusting your hips forward, letting his virgin hole adjust to the size of the dildo. "so tight toru, you look so pretty like this."

he giggled at your comment, pressing back against the dick shoved up his ass, moaning as it brushed against his sensitive spot. grabbing onto his waist, you began circling your hips and seeing how much it affected him, you couldn't help but smile. his hands had given out, his face against the mattress, loosely clenching the sheets.

you took his position as an opportunity to grab his hands, pulling them towards you and holding them together against oikawa's lower back. your hips started rocking forward, hearing the front of your thighs slapping against the back of his own thighs.

oikawa's sounds were amplified now, as his lips were glossy with his drool, overwhelmed by the feeling of having his ass stuffed. his incoherent babbles only made butterflies swarm your stomach, wanting to see how lewd he would get for you.

pulling out, your ears were filled with his whines. oikawa rolled over to lay on his back, curious to what you were doing as you sat down. there was a menacing smirk on your face while you rubbed your hands up and down your thighs, "ride me."

your command had been clear, though oikawa seemed to be a bit confused, the tips of his ears heated up and turning pink. "what?"

"you heard me baby," you repositioned yourself to lean back against the head board of your shared back, "i want you to ride my cock." with a timid expression, oikawa reached towards the right strapon, applying more lube to your cock in a jerking motion.

his doe-eyes watched you carefully waited to see if you'd change your mind but as you smile remained plastered on your face he straddled your waist. he reached behind him, lining his clenching hole with your dick, lowering himself down at his how pace.

the view from where you sat was breath-taking, his flustered skin, perky nipples and puffy lips were quite the sight. oikawa was always pretty but he was even more so when he was whining and begging to be fucked.

his long dick lay against your stomach as he grabbed a hold of your thighs for support, the foreign sensation slowly becoming familiar as he humped the toy.

"that's it, good boy," you let out a bit of a groan, your own folds growing wetter and wetter at the scene. oikawa reached for his cock, before you once again swatted his hand away.

"no, i want you to cum hands free," he whimpered at the order, nodding his head and bouncing at a much quicker rate. his abs flexed as he ran his hands along his chest, brushing over his nipples.

“oh, ahh,” he gained, head tilted back for a second, grabbing a handful of your tits, staring back down at you while he rode your cock.

“just like that, so cute bouncing like that,” his groans only grew louder, leading your to bring your hands up towards his neck, one wrapping around and the other going to lap up the drool around his mouth.

without a word he took your fingers into his mouth, sucking on them as his eyes fluttered shut, “such a good fucking boy, gonna fuck your real good.” you promised as if you hadn’t already pounded into his ass so hard he’d have trouble sitting the next day.

out of exhaustion, oikawa lay down, putting his body weight onto you while your arms wrapped around his torso. the position gave you a chance to whisper dirty nothing into his head as you thrusted up. your hands quickly moved to his ass, smacking it lightly and spending his cheeks.

the sounds of his pleasurable sobs rang throughout the room, turning you on even more. you knew though you would be so entranced by his tears.

you felt his dick twitch against you, signalling he was close. toru bit his lip, strangled groan left his throat.

“i’m cumming, oh fuck, i’m cumming, i’m cumming,” as he said, hot liquid covered your chest, painting you white as oikawa panted against you. you rubbed your hand up and down his back, calming him down.

“look at you, so good for me.” you praised him as he sat back up, slowly pulling the toy out of his ass. he looked down to your torso, covered with his cum. shyly, he bent back down, licking it up while keeping eye contact with you.

you twirled a strand of his hair, smiling at him, now it was his turn to fuck you silly.

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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All Yours - Harry Styles

a/n: idk if you saw those pics of the house that’s supposedly Harry’s, maybe it’s not his but that shower gave me... thoughts 👀 . and these are those thoughts lmao enjoy!!

warning: sexual content

word count: 2.2k

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Harry has been mad at you all day. Well, not mad in the sense where he hates your guts, that could never happen because the two of you are ridiculously in love, but he thought you let a guy flirt with you earlier in the grocery shop and his dominant, jealous side came out right away.

“I was just answering his question nicely, H,” you sighed when he confronted you in the car on the way home.

“Yeah, nicely let him flirt with you and basically fuck you with his eyes,” he scoffed, still clearly upset by it.

“Harry, I don’t have control over what others think. How am I supposed to change what goes on in his mind?” you asked with a confused chuckle. You could feel the man’s stare, but he didn’t do anything disrespectful, he didn’t touch you or say something inappropriate, just asked you a simple question, you answered and then you parted ways. Easy as it is.

“You could have just not answer him,” he shrugged, but you could tell he knew you would have never done that.

“What happened to treat people with kindness, babe?” you teased him, but he just rolled his eyes mumbling under his breath.

“No kindness when someone is trying to fuck my girlfriend.”

You find it amusing when he turns into some kind of cave man whenever he is jealous. It has a manly charm that just riles you up. Knowing how territorial he is, how he wants everyone to know that you’re his, it’s just doing things to you only Harry can achieve.

Now he is lying in bed, scrolling through his phone and he still seems a little distant following the little jealousy scene from earlier. You’ve tried to lighten him up, but for some reason he is trying to convince him that you really were flirting with that man. So now you are eager to show him that he is the only man in your life and you’re not planning to change that anytime soon.

“Gonna take a shower,” you tell him walking out of your closet in only your silky bathrobe. Harry doesn’t look up, just hums in response. Reaching to your stomach you untie the knot on the robe and let it slide open, revealing your fully naked body, making his eyes finally flicker up. “You are welcome to join,” you tell him with a sly smirk before walking into the bathroom joined to the bedroom you’ve been sharing with him this past year.

You don’t close the door behind you, and just as you take the robe off you hear him shuffling outside, walking into the bathroom just when you step into the giant walk-in shower. Biting into your lip you start the water that rains down on you from the showerheads hanging from the ceiling while Harry is eager to free himself from his sweatpants and shirt.

He kicks his boxers down, his eyes widening slightly as he watches you stand under the water, running your hands through your wet hair, making sure the light coming from the window on the other side gives out the silhouette of your curves perfectly. Dropping your hands you turn to him, tilting your head to the side, enjoying the attention you are getting from your man.

“Are you gonna stay there watching or you plan on getting inside?” you ask teasingly and he doesn’t need more. He joins you under the water in a heartbeat, the droplets running down his firm chest and broad shoulders so perfectly, you already want to lick them off with your hungry mouth. It’s always funny to you how Harry still can think you’d leave him for someone else when the entire male population starts and ends with him for you, there’s just no man that could ever make you feel the things he can, intentionally or not on purpose as well.

You grab the shower gel and squeeze some into the palm of your hand before starting to soap your upper body, eyes never leaving his as his green, greedy eyes burn down on your naked body.

“Would you mind doing my back?” you ask with faked innocence as you turn around and show him your back. He hums in response, reaching around you so his hands meet yours, stealing some of the gel from them before moving them to your back and gently massaging it into your wet skin. His finger start working on your shoulders and neck, rubbing your muscles perfectly as you feel yourself relax under his touch. When you accidentally take a tiny step backwards you can’t help the smirk that tugs on your lips when you feel his already hardening cock poking at your bum.

Harry pushes his chest against your back, his hands moving down to your breasts as he kneads them, making you moan, your head falling back to his shoulder.

“Feels good, baby?” he murmurs pressing his lips to your jawline as you reach back with your hands, lacing your fingers through his wet locks.

“Yes,” you breathe out, pushing your bum against him even more so his cock presses into you, making him groan in pleasure. Turning around in his arms you attack his lips, not able to keep yourself controlled any longer. He kisses you back with just as much passion and vigor, his hands gripping your waist so hard his fingers dig into your flesh. You move your hands down his back, nails scratching his soft skin until you reach his ass, squeezing each cheeks in a hand shamelessly that just makes him moan into your mouth.

“What do you want to do with me, Harry?” you ask him seductively, bringing a hand up to his hair so you can tug on his locks just the way he loves. “I’m all yours. Always have been, always will be.”

“Sit on the bench, baby. I want to taste you,” he groans, kissing you hard one last time before he lets go of you so you can move.

You sit to the marble bench under the window, the water not hitting you any longer and as Harry sinks to his knees in front of you, your legs open up for him out of instinct. Harry’s hands grab onto the insides of your thighs, exposing you to him even more and he stares down at your throbbing core like it’s his favorite meal in the entire world, made just for him by a chef.

Dipping his head down he kisses both your thighs up until his lips brush against your sensitive bud, teasing you a little as he is barely touching you.

“Harry!” you whine, a hand coming into his hair while you try to support you with the other one so you don’t fall back. “I need you!”

“M’right here, baby,” he smirks before he finally places and openmouthed kiss to your clit, swirling his tongue, sucking on your skin relentlessly.

“Oh fuck!” you gasp, your chest heaving from the pleasure that crashes down on you suddenly.

Harry has a magical mouth and you’ve known this since your third date years ago when the two of you were so hungry for each other that you didn’t even make it into your place, he ate you out in the backseat of his car before he fucked you good. Right then and there you knew you found the man you want to spend the rest of your life with.

He is making you see stars as he licks and sucks on your sex, two fingers coming to your hole, teasing you slightly, not thrusting into you just yet.

“Harry! Don’t fucking tease me!” you groan in frustration, desperate to feel more. You can feel his smirk against you before he finally pushes two fingers into you, making you moan his name over and over again.

“I fucking love your pussy, it’s so sweet and warm,” he hums, pumping into you without skipping a beat as he looks up to see the pleasure he is giving you on your face. He is satisfied with the work he is doing, watching you fall apart under his touch, weak for him and only for him.

He edges you until you’re screaming his name, almost reaching your climax but then he pulls back, leaving you feeling empty and unfinished. You don’t have the chance to speak up before he gets up to his feet and orders you around again.

“Get up, I’m gonna fuck you against the wall,” he tells you and your whole body lights on fire. You love it when he bosses you around, when he takes control but not too much. He knows your limits and knows that you fancy him being a little dominant, but he also knows how much you need the freedom of doing whatever you want during sex. You’re not completely submissive and he is not trying to make you either, just accepts your boundaries and play within the rules, making you extremely grateful that he is all about pleasuring you.

You stand up, but your knees weaken for a moment, threatening to collapse, but Harry grabs you just in time, holding you against his firm chest as he kisses your forehead.

“You good, baby?” he asks in a much softer tone.

“Yeah, just… a bit shaken,” you chuckle as you hold onto his shoulders. “I’m fine,” you assure him before pulling down to kiss him, your tongue meeting his in the middle.

He walks you until your back hits the wall and you hiss at the sudden coldness of it, making you arch against him, your breasts pushing against his tattooed chest. His lips never leave yours, he is tugging on your bottom lip, biting and licking into your mouth as his hands find the back of your thighs and he hoists you up until your legs wrap around his waist, holding you without a mishap.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, baby,” he mumbles into the kiss as he reaches down and grabbing the base of his fully erected cock, lining himself up with you, the tip teasing your core already.

“Go deep and hard, want to feel you everywhere,” you breathe out, grabbing a handful of his hair before he pushes into you without warning, filling you up entirely.

You gasp at the sudden feeling and he stops when he is all the way inside you, giving you some time to adjust to him. He kisses your lips, your nose and cheeks before you give his hair another tug, signaling that he can start moving. He picks up a steady pace, moving in and out of you easily since you are dripping wet for him at this point. Curling your arms around his shoulders you pant against the side of his face, kissing his temple, ear and the soft skin below it as he keeps thrusting into you, building your orgasm up once again.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, moving faster as his fingers dig into your thighs locked around his waist.

“Are you close, baby?” you ask out of breath.

“Yeah, I’m close, are you?”

“Yes, want you to cum with me, want to do it together,” you pant as you pull his head back so you can look into his eyes. He just nods and makes his thrusts shorter but harder, pushing you towards the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warns you, his eyes shutting close for a few moments.

“Cum, I’m close too. Cum for me, Harry!” you ask him and he whines at your words.

A few more thrusts later you feel him jerk inside you as he falls out of his rhythm, coming hard inside you as he keeps moaning your name over and over again. When his head falls forward and his teeth dig into your shoulder you burst too, the pleaser washing over you in waves.

“Oh fuck! Harry!” He keeps moving, even when he has already ridden down his high, just to make sure you’re fully satisfied. He pushes into you a few more times before he stops, putting you down gently, making sure your legs don’t collapse under you again. He kisses your face wherever he can until his lips meet yours, dragging this kiss a little longer and softer than the once you shared before.

He pulls you under the water and grabs a washcloth from the side, he wets it and gently cleans you up, peppering featherlike kisses to your skin everywhere he goes.

“I hope the way I just screamed your name proves that you’re the only man I want,” you smile at him sheepishly, running your hands up his chest until they rest at the base of his neck.

“M’sorry for being a pain in the ass, I’m just so fucking in love with you, I selfishly want to be the only man that can have the privilege to feel this way for you.”

“And you are,” you chuckle softly, cupping his face in your hands. “Others might find me hot or have a thing for me, but you are the only one who knows me, who sees me like this… who makes me feel like this. I’m all yours, H.”

Breathing out through his nose he captures your lips in another kiss as he pulls you tight against him.

“I love you, baby.”

“Love you too. Now let’s actually shower,” you chuckle, reaching for your shampoo.

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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[NSFW] Albedo: Dealing with a brat s/o HCs - GN Reader

Remember when I just said that I think all genshin men are bottoms? I lied because Albedo is the one character where I’m like, yeah you know what? This guy can wreck me. He just hits so different. That smug face he gives you? I’m on my knees already. Lucky, lucky. Holy shit, the - fuck - my brain is going back into bark mode. You know what? Fuck it. Let’s write this.

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Warning: Albedo is mean but it’s consensual. Please no minors tyvm.

Tags: Dry humping, uncaring Albedo that suddenly turns feral, exhibition, sadist Albedo, crying, minor name-calling, rough oral/sex, boot grinding, overstimulation, unprotected sex [lmk if I missed anything].

[NSFW] Albedo: Dealing with a brat s/o HCs - GN Reader

Albedo is indifferent to your desires, he has almost no care for pleasure, so he spends most of his time and energy on his work. While it saddens you that you’re his second priority during the weeks he get’s interested in something, that doesn’t deter you from your own lust. But it’s so embarrassing trying to rile him up, only to have him just gives you a blank stare and tells you to go and leave him alone. He’ll deal with you later. But if you bother him enough, he’ll sit you on his lap and look at you expectantly. Leaning back in his chair and gesturing for you to go on. If you’re too much of a horny puppy that craves his attention then go. You have his leg so be quiet and let him work.

He doesn’t even bother to lock the door so Sucrose will more often then not accidently walks in during your intimate moments. She’s always so embarrassed and stutters as she tries to cover her eyes with her hands as you attempt to have some modesty but Albedo will grind his knee back into you and force you to continue. You wanted this so finish. The rough texture of his boots scraps against you that you have to bite your lip raw from embarrassing you and Sucrose further. He appears so bored as he moves your hips for you as he asks for Sucrose’s report. You’re desperately trying to contain your whimpers to try and save your reputation with the quiet alchemist but the humiliation and the grip Albedo has on your hips, to the point of bruises, is too much for you. You bury your face into his neck to muffle your moans as you climax all over his leg and ruin his pants. While you’re still panting and recovering from your high, Albedo is reading his assistant’s report before dismissing Sucrose. Much to her happiness as she scurries away red-faced.

When he does feel like putting in the bare minimum amount of effort, it doesn’t matter to him if you cum or not. He’ll usually try and satisfy you since he’ll get annoyed if you start crying and begging like a baby. Even when you’re whining under him, he has the most unemotional face even if he’s absolutely wrecking you. He almost looks annoyed and his eyes start to wander to his papers and his focus shifts to them. It both hurts you deeply but makes you feel so hot inside when he’s pounding into you while his mind is in a separate universe of alchemist notes.

Above all, Albedo is mean. Hard and simple. He might have a big patience for his work but when it comes to people, especially a brat like you that won’t leave him alone, if you happen to fuck up he’ll take it out on you. Whether you cum or not isn’t his problem anymore and he’ll leave you crying once he’s done. He does get a small piece of sick pleasure out of seeing your tears fall down as you beg for him to help you but he adjusts his glove, give you a sweet pet to behave puppy, and leaves you.

While Albedo is mean, but he’s never intentionally rough. He’s simply too lazy to act that way. Unless you absolutely piss him off. When his thread is really running thin and you pick today of all days to be such a brat that won’t shut up with your incessant whining that he pushes you down on your knees, pry’s your mouth open, and tells you to stick your tongue out. Not to move an inch or else he’s leaving you by yourself again for the next week. He pets your head and smiles gently which leads you into a sweet sense of comfort before he’s yanking your head forward to take his entire cock. Even when you’re gagging and crying, clawing at his boots to try and find purchase, he just forces you down further.

There’s something feral in the look he gives you that has you shaken but it absolutely burns you from the inside. You try to subtly reach to try and relieve the constricting feeling of your clothes but Albedo kicks your hand away. There’s a smug grin on his face as he stares down at your disappointed yet love-stricken eyes. Full of affection that it both disgusts him and brings him some sort of sick joy. He nudges your thighs apart as he places his boot right between your legs and waits. If you want to get off then you’ll have to do all the work. You’re sniffling in shame but with the heavy press of his cock on your tongue, the heady eyes that Albedo gives you, it’s starting to cloud your mind as you start grinding on his boot.

It’s only after a few thrusts before Albedo grows bored and yanks your mouth off. Your tongue is still out with a string of saliva connecting it to his cock which makes you lean forward and like the remaining spit off, looking up at him with your half-lidded eyes, that he curses under his breath and kicks you in the chest to make you lie down. You huff out a laugh under his boot as you lick your lips and stick your tongue out at Albedo. You can see it as something primal in him surfaces as he reaches over and grabs your tongue, shoves his fingers into the back of your throat, before ripping your pants apart and slamming his fingers into your hole. You’re gasping as he does the bare minimum prep before he’s fiddling with his own belt. Albedo clicks his tongue disapprovingly when you try and buck your hips back on his fingers before he lines himself with your hole and thrust's all the way in.

You’re crying and squirming away when he forces himself in too quickly, the stretch is burning but it feels so good. The hazy feeling starts to overtake your mind as the pain turns into pleasure but it’s too much. You’re going to break if he keeps fucking you this way. Even as you try and run away, Albedo just grips your wrists and pulls you back on him. You were so invested in bothering him and now you want to run away? You’re gasping as tears cling to your eyelashes as you squeeze around him as your tongue lolls out. You really are panting like a puppy now, Albedo amuses. He gives you a small moment to get your bearings before he goes feral. It’s the one moment where he feels alive. That he want’s to absolutely destroy you. As he pounds your sweet spot your entire body is going into overdrive, desperately clawing your fingers into the ground as you try and find purchase on his brutal assault.

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling all over his floor at this point but you can’t bring yourself to care when you’re buzzing in bliss. Albedo almost smiles cruelly when he’s watching you cry and orgasm at the same time, even when you’re mid-orgasm, he just keeps going. It’s only when you hear him growl as he sinks his nails into your skin to add to the bruises already there do you feel his seed spill into you. You’re hiccupping through your thank you’s as he slowly pulls out and watches his cum slip out of your hole. It stirs something deep inside him that he doesn’t like and uses his fingers to push it back in forcefully even has you whimper at how sensitive you are.

Albedo laughs under his breath at the dumb look you have on but he quickly catches himself. He breaths a sigh as he relaxes his body and runs his hand over the small bump on your stomach from his cum. Feels the violent twitches in your body as you try and reach for him in some sort of pitiful attempt in comfort but he simply pushes himself off and fixes his clothing until he looks presentable.

When he asks if you’ve had enough you grin smugly back, your lips bitten raw and red, and bark. He adores you.

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otptings · 3 years

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Double Sided

→Idol; Hendery

→Genre; Possesive Smut

→Word Count; 3.1k+

→Warnings; degradation, thigh riding, possessive, corruption kink, jealous Hendery, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (fem receiving) , daddy (not so much as a kink), calls you his doll, degradation, somnophilia, auditory exhibitionism, breeding kink,

→Synopsis; Who would've known that Hendery would've had such a different personality than the sweet, goofy man that you met a year ago?

→A/n ~ Hope you enjoy this, I had actually cycled through multiple idols from nct and svt before finally setting on my favorite crackhead, Hendrarrrry. If you liked my one shot please like, reblog, or donate to my Ko-Fi. Feedback is wanted, and requests are open for any idol from enhypen, nct, and svt.

Hendery leaned in close to your ear, lips brushing over it as he spoke.

"Such a good girl for me.” A whimper left your mouth, your skin feeling like it was on fire where his hands gripped your waist.

Hendery was full of surprises. Seemingly so innocent when you first met him, flirting with you shyly before you got gestured to the next member by the staff at the fan meet. Somehow convincing a manager to let him talk to you again, quickly sliding you his number before he got pulled back stage to prepare for the concert. It’s been a year since that fateful day and he was constantly surprising you. Whether it was constantly gifting you presents, or taking you on random dates you were definitely well endowed with his attention.

You knew that wasn’t the only side to Hendery, the side that was always joking around, making you laugh until you felt like your lungs were going to burst. You knew that Hendery had a different side, especially after witnessing his duality at concerts.

This was nothing like you had imagined.

Straddling his thigh while he watched you grind against him, only dressed in one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of panties. Hickeys already marking your throat where Hendery got impatient - read jealous - while watching you talk with your flirty coworker. A smirk on his lips as you watched your thighs shake, head thrown back while your hands tighten their grip on his shoulders.

“So pretty.” He cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him so that your chests were touching, placing a sloppy kiss over your jugular. “All mine.”

You could only whine at his possessiveness, loving the way he tightens around your neck before letting go. Your hips start to stutter as you feel your orgasm nearing, fire burning so bright you felt as if it was going to burn you alive.

“N-need c-cum please.” Hendery’s smirk only grew while he restrained your hips, forcing your orgasm to fade away into nothingness. A sob falling from your lips while you smacked at his hands, your fourth failed orgasm of the night.

Hendery tsked as he rubbed his thumb over your bare hip, feeling his cock hardening at the sound of your dry sobs.

“You know you’re not allowed to cum. Need to show you that no one would make you feel like me.” You nodded your head as Hendery tapped your hip, signaling for you to start up again.

God, your stupid fucking coworker. You don’t even know why you agreed to go to the company holiday party. Typically choosing to just go home and cuddle with Hendery, occasionally with Bella also when Xiao had you dog sitting. You shouldn’t have told Lula that you would definitely be attending, what even came over you? Maybe it was the fact that she was the nicest one in the office, constantly joining you for lunch and becoming a workplace friend. Either way you regret it now.

You definitely regretted bringing Hendery as your date, especially knowing his tendency to get jealous. Witnessing it after Lucas got too cuddling after a few drinks, appointing you and Ten as his items of affection for the night. Hendery had dragged you to his room after witnessing Lucas attempt to sloppily kiss your cheek. He handed you one of his t-shirts before pulling you onto the bed, keeping you in his room and out of the eyes of the other guys.

You saw how antsy he was while watching you get ready, eyeing your body con dress, attempting to subtly pull it further down your thighs. His hands roaming your thighs as he watched you apply makeup. You had only sighed before asking him if he wanted to come, hoping that him being with you would calm him, keeping his jealousy at bay.

He knew you didn’t know that your coworker Jaehyuk would get flirty while drunk. Easily sliding into the empty space beside you Hendery had left when he went to the bathroom. A strained smile on your lips as you awkwardly sipped your drink, eyes flitting around to see if you could find literally anybody else to talk to. Jaehyuk didn’t let you go that easily, unwanted compliments steadily flowing from his mouth. Hendery had actually witnessed the whole thing, not trusting an intoxicated man with you. Only gripping his cup tightly, laughing at his poor attempts to flirt. It wasn’t until Jaehyuk reached out to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. Hendery hadn’t even heard the whimper that left your mouth, didn’t need to see the fear in your eyes before he was crossing the room and yanking you behind him. Saying a few choice words that left your coworker shaking as Hendery led you quickly out of the building.

Hendery didn’t want to risk you thinking about anyone else, leading to his plan to edge you until he was the only thing on your mind, the name on your tongue.

And so far? It was working exactly as planned.

“Aw look at my jeans baby, you're soaking through them.” Embarrassment flooded through you at his condescending tone. His hands squeezing your hips as he felt them start to stutter again, helping you get off.

“You wanna cum baby?” You eagerly nodded your head, hope in your mind that maybe he would go easy on you after all. You are his baby girl after all. That means he’ll be nice to you right? Right?

“Stand up.” Another sob left your mouth, feeling the pain of another lost orgasm. “Right now.” Hendery’s tone was biting, only wanting you to obey him. You stood up on shaky legs, feeling your panties uncomfortably sticking to your folds. He tsked again as he lifted your shirt, revealing the darkening pastel fabric of your underwear. Teasingly tracing around it, laughing at the way you stiffened when he pressed your clit, sensitive from riding his thigh for an hour.

“Bedroom.” The finality in Hendery’s letting you know that there wasn’t room for argument. Quickly heading to the bedroom you wasted time laying on his bed, waiting for his next instruction.

“Do you think you deserve my dick baby? You were awfully friendly with him today.” You shook your head hurriedly, as you tried to get on your knees only for him to push you back down.

“I need you, please Hendery. S’ wet for you. Need you to ruin me.” Hendery’s smirk only grew at your choice of words. Quickly removing his clothes before coming closer to the bed, running his hands over your thighs so he could watch the way that you squirm. Knowing just how much you’ll come to regret your words.

“Mm really? Want me to ruin you?”

“Please.” Hendery’s hand slid up your thighs, squeezing them intermediately before moving to the hem of your underwear, sliding his finger underneath the elastic. Pulling them to the side to admire your pussy that was glistening from your arousal.

“Aw you want me to fuck you like you’re a slut? Nothing more than my dumb little toy.”

You gasped as he blew on your clit, cold air causing you to twitch and grind your hips against the hair. Hendery only repeated the action before licking a line up your cunt, moaning as he tasted your arousal.

“My little slut tastes so good. No wonder Jaehyuk tried to get a taste.” Before you could even show your distaste at hearing that name in such an intimate time Hendery was attaching his lips to your clit. Hands flying down to tangle themselves in his dark hair, hips attempting to grind against his face when he placed a hand on your stomach, keeping your hips pinned to the bed so that you were at his mercy. Only able to pull on his hair and writhe uselessly at the onslaught of pleasure until Hendery got tired of it. And Hendery never got tired of eating pussy.

30 minutes of pure torture. Whenever he felt you clenching around his tongue too much, or a moan would get a little too loud he’d slow down. Blow on your clit, and wait for you to start to sob before going back in. Sucking on your clit even harder before repeating the process, ruining so many orgasms that you felt as if you were going insane. All of your thoughts were of Hendery and your absolute need to have him in you.

“Aw poor little baby. Look at you, trying to hump the air cause I’m not touching you.” Hendery’s condescending tone only added to his constant teasing, and belittling. Hendery loved making you like this, absolutely dick dumb. Your eyes were completely glazed over while your body shook from your dry sobs. Something so alluring knowing that you completely wanted him, hearing the constant begging leaving your swollen lips.

Leaning in he placed his lips on yours. It took a minute for your addled mind to realize what was happening. When the confusion cleared you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down so that he was flush against your chest, his shirt rubbing almost uncomfortably over your sensitive nipples. His hands went to your waist, squeezing them gently before sliding his hands up under your shirt, cupping your breasts and enjoying the way that you moaned into his mouth. Quickly Hendery went to work, squeezing and flicking your nipples while his tongue slid into your work, licking into your mouth and sliding over the back of your teeth. Fingers dancing down your sides before slipping into your underwear, two fingers circling over your hole before shoving them inside of you, a high pitched moan leaving your mouth at the unexpected intrusion.

Pleads leaving your mouth when he attached his lips to your throat, sucking bruises higher up your throat. So many that you wouldn’t be able to hide them next time you say your ‘flirty’ coworker’. No way that any simple excuse would work for it, everyone would instantly know what happened and who did it. Practically branding his name into your throat, everyone being able to see that you’re his. All his to do whatever he wanted to. His little doll. His slut.

His finger’s steadily massaged over your sweet spot, thumb rubbing over your clit. Your hips were grinding against his hand, whining at the intense need to cum, scared that he was going to pull away at the last minute and cause actual tears.

“You're so close, baby. Cum for me. Cum for daddy.” Hendery drank in all of your moans as you orgasmed, still working his fingers inside of you while placing sloppy kisses along your neck, one kiss for each bruise. Pulling his fingers out and placing them in his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of your cum that coated his fingers. Watching as your eyes slowly fluttered open to look at him, watching him clean his fingers with a content sigh. Fire already starting to burn again, knowing that the only way you would be satisfied is for him to fuck you.

“Kunhang please.” You rarely said his actual name during sex, so this was more than a pleasant surprise. His cock throbbed hearing it roll off your tongue, and he realized while he was teasing you he was also teasing himself the same exact way. Pulling his fingers from his mouth he quickly helped you take off your shirt, throwing it across the room before hastily taking his jeans off, almost falling off the bed in his haste. A quiet giggle left the both of you when he finally plopped back down, pulling you on top of him, swiftly kissing you again. Less dirty than earlier, but just as needy on both of your parts. Hands entangling in your hair before roughly forcing you to sit up, watching you arch back into nothing.

“Come on baby. You want me baby right?” Hendery smirked while watching you eagerly nod your head. “Then ride me baby. Fuck yourself on my dick.”

Hendery released your hair and watched how you quickly moved to sit on his cock, barely bothering to pull your panties to the side. Another loud moan leaving your mouth as you felt your tight cunt stretch around his dick, placing your hands on his chest to brace yourself.

“Come on slut. You were begging for my dick right?” A hard slap to your ass punctuated his sentence, causing you to clench unconsciously around his dick. “Then move.”

You started to bounce on him, setting a frantic pace nervous that if you didn’t he wouldn’t let you cum again. You could not handle another lost orgasm. Hendery rewarded you with a deep groan, gripping your hips tightly as you rode him like you were on a mission. His dick sliding over all of your sweet spots, the fire in your stomach growing intensely. You tried so hard to get yourself there, not wanting to disappoint him but your thighs started to shake. Already weak from being edged for almost two hours, and they only started to burn at the intense pace you had set, spreading up your hips and down to your knees.

“Can’t.” You cried out, trying to keep your set pace. Hendery’s fingers dug into your waist. You were certainly going to have bruises of his hand prints all over you.

“Can’t wait. My dumb doll can’t ride dick?” Hendery set his heels into the bed, before fucking up into you as you continued to cry that you can’t.

“You wanted my dick. But can’t even ride my dick.” Hendery grunted as he resumed the pace you set, fucking up into you hard. Your mouth hanging open, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “So fucking pathetic. My dumb fucking doll.” Hendery slid one of his hands to your clit, rubbing it roughly with his hand causing your second orgasm to hit you, cum squirting out of you and coating his thighs and stomach. At the feeling of you clenching around him he couldn’t himself and came, continuing to fuck his cum deeper into you, only stopping as you started to whine. Wrapping his arms around you, not bothering to pull out as he turned you both to the sides.

“I’m tired.” Hendery laughed at how childish you were speaking, cuddling your head further onto his chest.

“Take a nap doll. Just know we’re not done yet.” You sighed before taking his advice, the room slowly darkening and the sound of his soothing heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

God, you should’ve stayed awake. You knew he was planning something funny when he told you to sleep, but you hadn’t imagined he would wake you up with his slow thrusts, hands on either side of you while you bit the pillow below you, attempting to muffle your moans. The sounds of people stirring in the dorm caused slight fear to flow through you, panic at the thought of Ten coming into the room and seeing Hendery fucking you.

You tried to bury your face further into the pillow but Hendery had other plans, pulling your hips up so that you were on four and grabbing your hair. Yanking it causing your mouth to drop open and a loud moan to echo through the room. You already knew without seeing them that the boys had heard it, the sound of shuffling feet and forks hitting bowls stopping it briefly. You could already imagine Ten, and Lucas’ cocky smirks at the sound, Winwin’s face turning bright red from embarrassment, while Kun just tried to change the topic because of Xiao and Yangyang asking too many questions. It wasn’t the first time that they had heard you, and knowing Hendery it wouldn’t be the last.

“You're thinking about them hearing us.” You tried to deny it but Hendery only slapped your ass, the smack resounding throughout the room and if you didn’t know better you could almost hear one of the boys saying ‘ouch’. “The way you’re clenching around me. Thinking about one of them walking in huh? See me fucking my kids deeper into your messy cunt, still dripping with my cum from earlier.” Another loud moan, and an awkward cough from the other room. White, hot shame flooded your veins, knowing you wouldn’t be able to face the boys afterwards.

Teeth digging into your lip, trying to protect the little bit of dignity you still had around the boys. Hendery didn’t like that one. Grabbing your hands and holding them against your back, forcing your arch to deepen. In this position every thrust hit your g spot directly, and you weren’t able to muffle your moans, only able to helplessly drool at the intense sensations. Your continuous lack of noise was only angering Hendery, wanting all of the boys to know how good he makes you feel. They would never be able to see you like this, dick dumb and drooling, only able to mumble as he fucked into you like this.

“Dumb fucking doll. Feel so good you can’t even moan huh?” Pulling your arms you groaned from the pain as he pulled you back into his chest, free hand sliding around to play with your poor, swollen clit. Abusing it once more as he rubbed sloppy circles over it, pressing his thumb against it harshly causing a scream to leave your mouth.

“My dumb doll. My little fucking slut. All mine.” You felt yourself clench around him, orgasm rapidly approaching along with some pain from overstimulation.

“Cum for me doll, all over my dick just like this.” With one last well placed bite from Hendery at the base of your throat you felt your orgasm wash over you. Warm, tears flowing down your face as he continued to fuck into you, squirting more of his thick, hot cum into your tired cunt. Hendery slowly pulled out, laying you onto the bed before tossing on some sweatpants and heading to the bathroom.

After very thorough aftercare, you were sitting in bed with Hendery, eating noodles while watching some random movie that he had put on, Bella sensing your slightly distressed state was curled up on your lap. Glancing over at Hendery you watched as he laughed before shoving noodles into his mouth, feeling a smile tug at your lips.

No matter how many sides he had to, you loved each one of them.

⇣Random Crack Dialogue⇣

“Should we go check on her? It’s been an hour since we’ve heard anything.”

“I don’t even want to sleep in my bed, they’ve contaminated the whole room.” Ten whined while throwing himself onto Lucas.

“Let them be, we all saw how Hendery grinned at us while getting the food. He’s doing all this on purpose.”

“It is weird to say I’m proud of him.” All of them turned to Yangyang, who only shrugged his shoulders as he went back to stealing Winwin’s chips. “I mean out of everybody I would’ve thought that Lucas would be the first one to do that.”

“Hey! Can you guys believe him?”

Silence ensued, as everybody believed it.

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oreomonsterhunter · 3 years

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“I’m not wearing my sexy underwear tonight”

Pairing: Johnny x reader (or OC)

Word Count: 3988

Genre: fluff, not smut but they both really wanna toe the line

Warnings: language, some sexy kisses (cover your eyes kids)

Summary: Johnny takes his best friend on their first date

A/N: this has absolutely morphed into a long term couple, because apparently Princess has taken the reins 😂 if you like this, check out the rest of their story so far on my masterlist!

You were nervous. Friends with Johnny since diapers, and somehow you were nervous to meet him in five minutes. You glanced at the time—make that four minutes.

Pacing back and forth in front of the door, you smoothed down your dress again. All Johnny had told you was to dress up. He might be a fashion king, but he wasn’t exactly the best at sharing details. You’d teetered between twenty different outfits before finally settling on a happy medium. Couldn’t show up to a museum in an evening gown. Well, you supposed you could, if you even owned one. So the little black dress at the back of your closet was the final choice. Safe enough for just about every venue, since Johnny hadn’t told you where your date would be.

You sucked in a breath, fighting against the nerves tight in your stomach. Your first date, oh my gosh. How were you supposed to date Johnny? You’d done practically everything together already, what made this different from going to the movies together last week? Aside from the obvious—last week, you didn’t know what Johnny’s lips felt like on yours.

Then you groaned at your sudden realization. Jeez, you couldn’t do anything right in this relationship with Johnny. You were about to have your first date but you’d already had a hot and heavy makeout session at an unmentionable hour of the morning. So much for “will I kiss him afterwards?” Dating for five seconds, and everything was already out of order. You wanted to scream, but before your thoughts could really start spiraling, you heard a knock at the door.

You were sweating, oh gosh. Did you need to reapply deodorant? You froze, staring at nothing. Until another knock sounded, this time accompanied by Johnny’s familiar voice, “Yo, are you ready to go?”

You sagged in relief. Nothing else would have snapped you out of the nervous cycle better than Johnny being….well, Johnny. And when you finally convinced yourself to open the door, the sight of his easy smile was enough for yours to appear, too.

“Well, uh, hi,” he stuttered, making you giggle.

You slipped on your shoes, grabbed a small purse, and locked the door behind you. Then you linked arms with Johnny, “Alright, where to, mystery man? You haven’t told me anything.”

“That’s mostly because I didn’t figure anything out until today.”

Biting your lip to hold back a giggle, you tugged him down the hallway. “No wonder you didn’t share much detail. I should’ve known.”

Johnny tightened his grip on you when you stepped out of the elevator, leading you to the car. He didn’t say much, which was a bit out of character. Frowning up at him, you tried to meet his gaze. He finally looked down at you when he opened the passenger door for you to get in. “You, uh, you look really nice tonight.”

A small smile bloomed, “Not looking so bad yourself, hot stuff.”

* * * * *

Apparently Johnny had picked out a restaurant for dinner. A fancy restaurant. You read through the list of entrees with a barely-concealed grimace. “Do you know what any of these words mean?” you asked him.

Johnny beamed at you, “Nope, that’s half the fun.”

A waiter walked by with a tray destined for another table, and you both gaped at the miniscule portion sizes. “Those look like appetizers,” Johnny said, goggling at the tiny salad. “Maybe I can order several steaks. I’d need about five of them.” He started eyeing the menu again.

“As long as you’re picking up the tab,” you joked.

“Oh, I thought you were,” he said, all wide eyed innocence. You smacked his arm with your menu, fighting a grin at his usual antics. The couple at the next table shot you a look, and you hunched back in your seat.

“Don’t worry, I’m paying. Order whatever you’d like,” Johnny said, still puzzling over the ridiculous dinner options.

You frowned, reaching for your water. But shoot, it probably cost five bucks for tap, you thought with no small amount of horror. You set it back down before you drained more of Johnny’s wallet.

After a few more minutes of torturous silence, trying not to fidget too much, you leaned forward. “Do we even have a waiter?”

Johnny jerked upright, looking over his shoulder at the man in question. “I don’t know?”

“I’ve been trying to make eye contact with the staff for five minutes and they’re all ignoring me.”

Johnny blinked at you. “Wait, are you ready to order?”

“No, I wanna ask if they charge for water.”

“No one charges for water,” he chortled.

“I bet it’s five bucks a glass,” you said, crossing your arms.

Now Johnny was really laughing, and half the restaurant was staring at your table. “Only if it’s imported from the crystal springs of Iceland,” he said, grinning.

“Wait, really?”

“Hell if I know,” Johnny said, making you snort some of your water. You shrunk down in your chair, hiding your red face while he kept laughing.

“I don’t know this man,” you said to the people at the next table. They stared at you, whispering among themselves. Pouting, you turned back to Johnny. “I can’t believe you booked a table here,” you cocked an eyebrow at him. “I thought we were burger joint people, not escargot snobs.”

“Do you really not wanna eat here?” he asked, propping his elbows on the table.

You opened your mouth to respond, but your waiter finally showed up to take your order. “Good evening, can I interest you in anything else to drink?”

“Any Icelandic sparkling water?” Now Johnny was the one snorting inelegantly.

The waiter laughed, despite not knowing the joke. “Can I interest you in a bottle of red? You seem like a red wine woman.”

You smiled politely, reaching for the wine list when he offered it to you. “Sure, I’ll take a look.”

The waiter smirked, eyes landing on you. “I’ll have to card you, miss.”

Your brows raised, but you complied, digging out your wallet. Across the table, Johnny cleared his throat, “Do I look like a red wine guy?” But the waiter barely glanced at him before his eyes were back on you.

“Your photo doesn’t do you justice,” the waiter commented, handing your ID back.

“No one looks good in those pictures,” you chuckled.

“I beg to differ,” he said, then nodded at the wine list. “What can I get you?”

You glanced over at Johnny, who was fidgeting enough to shake the table. Curious. “What do you recommend?” you asked, twirling a strand of hair around one finger.

“You might be interested in one of our finer vintages,” he began, leaning over your shoulder to point out a few wines on the list. You heard a subtle sound, and out of the corner of your eye, saw Johnny’s fingers rapping the table at a rapidly increasing pace. You bit your lip, focusing on the wines again, but not before adding a little more fuel to the fire. Time to test your theory. You crossed your legs, brushing one foot up Johnny’s calf in the process. The man jumped as if electrocuted, his knees banging into the underside of the table.

“How about this one?” you asked innocently, looking up at the waiter again.

“A lovely choice, though it is on the higher range, so I’m not sure—”

“We’ll take it,” Johnny announced, plucking the wine list from your fingers and shoving it at the waiter.

You raised an eyebrow, but the waiter simply smiled at you, apparently unbothered by growly Johnny. “I’ll bring that right out for you,” he said, taking the wine menu and leaving you to suffer over dinner options.

Johnny cleared his throat, leaning towards you again. “That waiter’s a bit weird, huh?” he asked, watching the man walk away. “He didn’t even ask what I wanted.”

You donned your best sparkly-eyed expression, “But he’s being so friendly! He really deserves a nice tip, he had some helpful suggestions.”

Johnny frowned, “He’s obviously flirting with you.”

“No way,” you laughed, waving him off.

Johnny rolled his eyes, “Trust me. He’s flirting with you more than I am, and I’m the one taking you on a date.”

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table. “Maybe you should start flirting with me some more, then.”

Johnny sent you an indecipherable look. You wondered if your teasing had worked. But Johnny seemed to have calmed down some, now that the helpful waiter was out of sight.

You shrugged, sitting back in your chair. You changed the subject, giving the man a break. “Seriously, we don’t need to spend this much on dinner. I feel bad.”

“I thought you’d like this place,” Johnny said, brows furrowing.

“I will literally go anywhere with you, it doesn’t matter, I just….I dunno, I feel like I don’t fit in here.” You weren’t quite sure how to express your fear that people would call you a gold-digger or something, only dating Johnny now that he’d achieved success. Even if the two of you knew better, it still made your stomach twist. And not in the nice way it did while watching Johnny’s hands playing with his water glass. Shoot, shoot, shoot, now his fingers were wet from the condensation. You really didn’t need to know what that looked like. Had his hands always been that large? You shifted in your seat.

Johnny’s mouth twisted in a wry smile, “I don’t know if either of us really fit in with the rich old person vibe, but I heard the food is good.”

I’d rather have a bite of you, you thought to yourself, twisting the napkin in your lap. You’d never seen him in a suit before. Or at least, not in person.

Johnny coughed suddenly, staring at you with wide eyes. “What?”

Oh shit, did you say that out loud? Your cheeks burned. “Um, I’d be, uh,” you stuttered, trying to cover your mistake, all confidence extinguished. “We could get burgers, or something.”

Johnny sat back in his chair, eyes on yours. He smirked, and you wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground. Oh no, he definitely heard you.

“As long as I get to keep watching you,” Johnny said, voice low. “You really are beautiful, not just tonight. Every night.”

You opened your mouth, not sure what to say, but knowing that you wanted Johnny to keep looking at you like that. Like you were the main course. “Johnny, I—”

“Your wine, miss,” the waiter had returned. You bit back a frown, knowing he was just doing his job. But he seriously couldn’t have waited another minute?

“Thank you,” you murmured, sampling the first sip before allowing the waiter to pour both glasses.

“Can I interest you in any appetizers?” he asked, pouring Johnny’s wine.

You blinked, having forgotten the menu entirely. Across the table, Johnny pulled out the menu, but before he could point anything out, the waiter was hovering over your shoulder. “Might I recommend the cheese board? It will pair beautifully with this bottle.”

“Might I tell you my order?” Johnny said. His smile was sharper than before. You might have teased him some more, but you got a bit distracted by Johnny’s jawline as he turned to speak to the waiter. Honestly, you were having trouble tearing your eyes away from him all night. It felt like seeing him for the first time, and in a way, you supposed you were. You’d always known Johnny was attractive, since the time all boys started to look cute. You’d just never let yourself think about it too much. Best friend mental boundaries and all that.

Maybe if Johnny hadn’t said anything on that night, you wouldn’t have ever seen him like this. You wouldn’t have allowed yourself to admire the column of his neck, or his long fingers as they unbuttoned the top of his shirt. It would’ve been you and your stupid butterflies trapped in the friend zone forever.

Thoroughly distracted now, you bit your lip as you wondered what Johnny’s neck would look like with some new decorations.

“You realize they sell food here, right? You don’t have to look at me like I’m an appetizer,” Johnny whispered across the table dramatically. You startled, looking around, but the waiter had left at some point during your daydream. Oh gosh, did you drool? You pressed the back of your hand to your face discreetly, relieved to find nothing of the sort.

Then your brain caught up to Johnny, and you looked up at him with a smirk, “You’re too big to be an appetizer.”

Johnny choked on a laugh, covering his mouth to hide his smile when the other diners looked your way. When he appeared to have himself under control again, he eyed you from head to toe—or at least what he could see from across the table. He shot you a grin, “You’ll find out soon enough, won’t you?”

You watched him through your lashes, not quite sure what to make of him anymore. You’d had your fair share of fun with other guys, but never in a million years had you imagined flirting with Johnny so blatantly. Let alone in a fancy five star restaurant like this.

A sudden presence at your side startled you, and you jumped a little when the waiter reached over your shoulder to set a dish down. “Sorry for startling you,” he murmured, moving away slightly, but not before brushing your shoulder in apology. “Should I leave you with this for now, or are you ready to order?”

Johnny’s eyes flashed, and you bit back a curse at the waiter’s truly stellar ability to interrupt. “We’re fine, thank you,” you said, unable to stop watching Johnny. Or his hand, slowly tightening into a fist on top of the table.

“Would you like to hear the specials tonight?”

You donned a polite smile, nodding at the waiter to continue. While he read down the list of fancy-sounding entrées, you turned your smile on Johnny, who was vibrating in his seat again. You could’ve sworn your water glasses were shaking, and you held back a giggle. You uncrossed and recrossed your legs, extra slowly to make sure he got the message when you “accidentally” brushed his knee this time. The vibrations stopped, and his eyes burned into you.

“Thank you, we’ll keep looking over the menu,” Johnny interrupted the waiter, his voice deeper than before. Your smile only grew.

Once the waiter was out of earshot, you leaned in. “Can we leave? I can’t even kiss you here.”

“Yep, yes, absolutely,” Johnny said, standing up the second the words were out of your mouth. He nearly upended the table, making you snort. “Right now,” he nodded, striding for the exit.

You scrambled out of your chair, rushing after him. “Johnny,” you hissed, grabbing his sleeve. “We didn’t pay yet.”

He came to a halt in the hallway, and you nearly ran into his back. Then Johnny turned around, and you became very aware of the semi-secluded location as he moved closer. You squeaked out a panicked, “Not here!” You backed away until he finally reached out, one hand circling your waist to reel you in.

Johnny’s eyes moved over your shoulder, then back to yours. He smirked, leaning in close enough for you to feel his lips brushing your cheek as he murmured, “Tell the valet to get the car. I’ll grab the wine.”

You could’ve sworn you felt his hand brush down your back, lower. Your cheeks burned hotter. But when you turned, Johnny’s broad shoulders were disappearing around the corner, and the waiter was hurrying in the opposite direction.

* * * * *

You ended up ditching the car and walking around the neighborhood. You only looked slightly out of place with your high heels and makeup when you ended up at a tteokbokki joint. You’d played rock paper scissors between that and burgers, and Johnny won, as usual.

After dinner, you were reasonably close to your apartment, so Johnny offered to walk you home. It felt like another one of your late-night adventures, except you were usually in sneakers. When your feet got tired, you stopped in the middle of the block to take off the killer heels, sighing in relief. You slung the straps over your wrist, prepared to keep trudging along, when Johnny swooped in. One second, you were on the ground, the next, you were admiring the top view of Johnny’s ass from where you were dangling over his shoulder.

“Johnny, what the fuck,” you asked breathlessly, dying of laughter. And from his shoulder digging into your diaphragm.

“Are you crazy? You could cut your feet open,” he scolded you.

“At least there’s a nice view,” you sighed, reaching down to pat his butt.

Johnny put a little bounce in his next step, and you grunted at the impact. You could practically feel his smug little grin. “Hands off the merchandise.”

“How is that fair? You totally copped a feel back at the restaurant.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bull,” you said. “You went all ‘alpha male’ with that nice waiter.”

Johnny huffed, “I wasn’t jealous.”

You grinned in victory. “I never said you were, mister offering-up-information. Now put me down, you caveman.”

Johnny’s grip on your thighs loosened, and his hands slid up to your waist, holding you tightly as he helped you back down. You froze for a second when your feet hit the ground, not expecting to be face-to-face with him so suddenly. “Wait right there,” Johnny said firmly, finally releasing your waist.

You blinked at him in confusion, watching as he slid his suit jacket off. Your eyes widened when he reached for you, but it was only to wrap the jacket around your waist, tying the sleeves into a knot to hold it in place.

“There,” Johnny said, nodding at his handiwork. Then he turned, crouching down slightly. “Alright, princess, hop on.”

You beamed at him, not that he could see it. It wouldn’t be a walk with Johnny if he didn’t end up carrying you at the end of the night, you chuckled to yourself. You were fiercely grateful to Johnny for thinking of his jacket—you weren’t quite sure how long your skirt was, now that you were wrapped around him like a koala.

“Thanks, Johnny,” you mumbled, burying your face in his neck. “You’re the bestest.” You left a smacking kiss on his cheek, and he laughed, tightening his hold on your legs.

Finally, you arrived at your apartment building. You slid your heels back on, balancing with one hand on Johnny’s arm. “I’ll walk you up,” he said once you straightened.

But when you got to your door, you hesitated, unsure what to say. Was this the part where you kissed him goodnight? You were torn, so at odds with the way the night resembled your old friend dates, only now things were different. What were you supposed to do?

“So,” Johnny drawled, leaning against the wall. “Where’s my tip?”

You stared at him, incredulous. “Your tip?” you repeated.

“Johnny’s chauffeur service isn’t free,” he said. “And if I remember correctly, you still owe me for last time.”

You cocked a hip, smirking slightly. “Any preferred payment methods?”

Johnny blew you an air kiss, and you made a show of catching it. “I take cash or card,” he informed you.

“What a shame,” you murmured, dropping your purse in front of the door. “I seem to have lost my wallet.”

He watched you carefully, barely blinking as you approached him, one slow step at a time. “Apps?”

You stopped mere inches away, “Not a single one.”

He swallowed, and your eyes tracked the movement. Your daydream from before came back with a vengeance—you bit your lip at the thought of marking him up. Then you leaned in, resting one hand on his chest. His heart pounded through the thin dress shirt.

“Will this do?” you asked, lips just barely brushing his. Nothing else touched, aside from your fingertips on his sternum, but you could’ve sworn you felt him shiver.

Oh so slowly, Johnny reached out, hands ghosting over your hips. You smiled against him, then melded your lips to his, bypassing whatever hesitations were holding you back. What was the worst that could happen?

You felt Johnny teasing at the seam of your lips and gratefully opened for him. He inhaled sharply when you inched forward, your chest brushing his. You couldn’t hear anything but your heart racing. And when his fingers dug into your hips, you fell into the kiss. He pulled you in like a magnet until every part of you aligned with him. Your limbs felt molten, burning at the contact.

Johnny pulled away, but not for long. You gasped for air as his lips traced over your jawline, making their way to the delicate skin beneath your ear. He pressed hot kisses there until your neck arched back obediently. And when he nipped at your throat, you whimpered. Thoughtlessly, your hips rocked forward. Johnny gave voice to a deep groan, so you did it again.

Growling lightly, Johnny curled an arm around your waist to pull you harder against him. All of the breath left your body at the feel of his growing hardness against your belly. You fisted your hands in his collar, tugging him away from your neck. You caught a glimpse of his kiss-swollen lips and blown out pupils, then dove back in for more.

While your mouth danced with his, your hands dragged southward. Your fingernails caught on a button or two as you traced the muscle beneath. Now Johnny’s hips were bucking into yours. You grinned savagely into the kiss. You’d just reached his belt when Johnny ripped his mouth away from yours. “Woah, woah,” he gasped. “Slow down, there.”

You panted for air, “What’s wrong?”

Both of you were breathing hard, and you were having a hard time ignoring the elephant in the room. Er, hallway. “You’re not trying to take advantage of me on the first date, are you?” Johnny asked with a breathy chuckle.

You laughed softly, tilting your chin back to get a good look at him. “Is it really taking advantage if you want it, too?” You smirked at him, rolling your hips forward to emphasize your point.

He watched you through half-lidded eyes, and you could’ve sworn you felt him throb. But Johnny, ever the gentleman, smoothed his hand down your back, resting his head back against the wall rather than picking up where you left off. “Cut me some slack, I’m not wearing my sexy underwear tonight,” he said with a crooked smile.

Oh no, now you had heart eyes for the man. You pecked his chin to hide your cheesy grin. “You let me know when you are, hmm?” you hummed, placing another kiss to the base of his throat.

“Princess, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for you.”

You giggled, leaning back in his arms. “Am I so scary?”

Johnny sobered, meeting your gaze. “I just don’t want to mess anything up. Not with you.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” you smiled at him. “I trust you too much.”

“Oh yeah? You still haven’t told me what you wished for on your fourteenth birthday,” Johnny taunted.

You tilted your head, thinking back. “I didn’t tell you because I was hopelessly in love with you at the time,” you confessed. “Now that’s out in the open, I guess you can know.”

Johnny blinked, taken aback. “Even then?”

“Johnny, I think I’ve loved you forever,” you said, staring up at him. “So of course I wished for the same thing every year.”

“What was it?”

Your smile widened, “Well, it already came true. You said it, too.”

* * * * *

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kshira · 3 years

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—request: wanting your attention + nsfw

w// kei tsukishima & kōtarō bokuto

t//w; ღ ◟ f!reader, smut, 18+ & cursing

+ kei tsukishima

you can feel the warmth of his fingers sliding to your inner thigh, burning his touch on your flesh as tsukishima travels onward between your legs.

the hours of anime you’ve watched on the couch today had burned holes in the sockets that carried your eyes, tskuishima joined halfway through the binge marathon out of curiosity.

but today he was feeling rather needy, your shorts did rise higher on your perfect plumped legs showcasing those pretty laced panties he always adored.

and the way your tongue swiped down on your bottom lip as the show intensified made his member twitch, he couldn’t resist just a little touch.

“i’m trying to watch my show kei” your thighs snap shut squeezing his long digits in its wake.

tskuishima lifted his honey laced orbs to you, your voice had a resilient tone though your body was dancing to his touch.

“i know” his fingers wiggle through your skin and proceed back to the route “continue watching and act like i’m not even here”

he reached the lining of your underwear feeling the dampened fabric on the tip of his finger, your breath hitched in your chest as tsukishima dipped a finger over the blockade into your slick hole.

the anime you were so focused on started to melt into nothing but mere pixels, no longer making sense at the way tsukishima pumped his long digit swimmingly knowing to hit the deeper ends of your velvet wall.

you couldn’t help to tousle his hair locking your fingers tightly around the strands, but tsukishima harsh hand stopped it automatically placing it back “you were watching your show weren’t you? don’t let me stop you”

a surge of pleasure washes over your body with a sweep of tskuishima finger across your bud “please, let me touch you” your voice dryly comes out, the refelection of the blue screen lights up his figure and it only makes you clench harder.

the lights paint the lust draped over tsukishima, his eyes mermozied by the faint image of your cunt drooling over a single finger—the sounds of his heavy breaths fueling your desire to touch and feel him more.

“you were so distracted by this anime but look at you, so desperate and needy for me now” he taunted guiding his lips over your ear pressing a nauseating lick to the shell.

“mm-know but need you now” your eyes peer through your lashes blinking a tear away, with a deep groan tsukishima gives in ravaging your heat with sublime strokes of his finger.

throwing your head back to hit the cushion of the couch letting his fingers work your cunt— maneuvering in ways that made the sounds coming from you louder than the anime you were so focused on before.

“you’re so wet making a mess all over my fingers, you wanna cum yeah?” his words are littered in your ear gaining the growing pleasure to topple over.

“mm yeah make me cum!” you moan out thrusting your hips into tsukishima palm—he picks up adding another finger to aid you there.

a grin grows on his face knowing he was the needy one but now it’s you with your mouth falling open lolling moans and begs for more of him.

his dirty thoughts grow his buldge harder—roughly taking hold of his cock tsukishima hungrily ruts into his makeshift hole while his other hand buried in your wetness creeps to your bud feathering circles on it.

swirling the precum around the base as self made lubricant he starts fisting around his cock harshly letting his fingers bear down on your throbbing bud pulsating the final nerves to come undone.

the static rushes through your body dissolving into salivating pleasure, your juices coat tsukishima fingers making him quickly take a final pump until he cums, all over his fabric stomach.

a deep sigh connects both of you, your eyes taking on his content face as the high comes dwindling down his hair stuck to the beads of sweat lingering on his face—he was always so handsome like this.

tsukishima rest his eyes back to you, a sly smile cast his face unable to mask a look of triumph but you’re too warped in the scenery of him to notice.

your body laid still allowing the pleasures to succumb driftng your eyes into sleep, tsukishima rose from his position beside you walking towards the other room but paused when a whimper fell from your lips.

who was the needy one again?

he brings his face to your level, cupping both sides of your cheeks to leave a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“better rewatch that episode you really weren’t paying attention at all” tsukishima smiles sinfully down at you.

+ kōtarō bokuto

“sit” one simple word is all it took for bokuto to immediately plant his ass to the chair, his hand palming at his outlined bulge in anticipation.

your day was planned to cram weeks of studying into one single day, but instead you had your boyfriend placed in front you ready to devour him.

though it might be how adorable he looked with eyes colored golden darting sheepishly around the room before they landed on you, his silver strands deflate around his face at the aggravated tone you had with him knowing good and goddamn well what he wanted.

he was just being so needy way he rubbed his aching cock on your back while he hugged you from behind, you just couldn’t help yourself knowing his needy whines and cries for just for you.

you stand in front of him now eyeing his whole figure, eyes half lidded looking through you with a lust haze lingering on him.

he grabs smaller hands with his dropping delicate kisses on them, his eyes scale up your arms till it reaches the sweet smile dripping from your face though it was a mask at what hid under it.

“you make me so fucking hard with that innocent smile of yours, get on your knees now baby” bokuto aids you to the floor infront of him, your body positioned just right to fully worship him.

he guides his throbbing member out of the fabric prison for you, reddened at the tip like your flushed cheeks with the most gorgeous veins equally grown about and the best part—precum leaking out just a little bit to give you an idea of just how turned on he really was.

your tongues pokes out from your lips to pounce on him lapping at the existing cum whilst your eyes gleam through your lashes at bokuto, he can’t do anything but let his cock twitch on its own at the sex aurora you have pouring from you.

“fuck, m’gonna cum all in that pretty mouth of yours” bokuto wraps his fingers through your hair before aligning you to him, he just can’t help himself not with his pretty girl about to have her lips on his cock and more importantly his pretty girl with a stomach full of his cum, soon enough.

you wanted to slide in a sarcastic comment to him but the almost orgasm worthy moan he let out feeling your hot throat engulf his cock took you in another direction—making him moan over and over.

you glance up at bokuto watching his eyes dilate rapidly at your mouth sinking centimeters down his shaft, your tongue drags down with your mouth giving a slippery medicine at aching burn to take all of him.

bokuto takes shallow breaths mildly thrusting into your mouth, he was so eager to fuck your face but still compassionate enough not to hurt you, he swallowed a lump forming in his throat as you picked up a teasing pace.

you bob your head to a slurping beat, taking him completely in before sucking harshly up his cock and back down letting his moans be your timer of how close or far bokuto already was to cumming.

your hands traveled up his thighs and even through the clothes you can feel the goosebumps rising to the flesh.

you continued climbing till you reached his stomach gliding your hands under his shirt you feel the ridgids of his toned abs as your mouth sucked everything from bokuto.

“you feel so good, so hot and warm—fuck! just wanna cum all down your throat” bokuto breathes out, not being able to focus on nothing but the sounds of you sucking and slurping him.

bokuto ruts become ruthless trying to run deeper in your throat, you take the chance to pull off of him slowly admiring how swollen he is—just about to bust.

you feather his length with your lips kissing the drool dripped muscle, your eyes take there leave from it to him.

his rigid length started twitching under your control watching you take him and adore his need without hesitation, you directed your eyes back to the task at hand stroking him tightly but slowly.

“want you to cum on my face, you can do that right?” you flash a mischievous grin to bokuto letting your grip fasten and the stroke faster.

“y—yeah baby i wanna cum all on that gorgeous face, can I? can i cum?” the eagerness drawled from bokutos lips make you clench down between your legs, you moan a response back stroking him till you see the strings of white explode out.

though today wasn’t as planned with your studying event ending earlier than expected at least it ended on a good note with a sleeping bokuto on your thighs and his fingers wrapped firmly to yours.

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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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- At the red light

Pairing: kyotani x f!reader

Cw: pet names(literally), road head, car sex, collaring, spanking,

wc: 1.2k

a/n: For the hotti @hajimeshon-ee Ilu happy bday sexc < 3

18+ Minors DNI

It was annoying, so annoying; the way you could feel him getting even more irritated, knowing that he wanted you as much as you did him.

He can't even speak without spitting at anyone and nearly every little thing sets him off and it’s only made worse by the fact that you couldn’t take a hint. He knows your angel-like self is trying to help, but the way you were clinging to him only escalated his temper.

“Baby...” you whined, voice needy as ever as your nails dug into the skin of his forearms. Your hands palming his crotch while you were in the passenger seat as he was glaring at you to stop.

His cock now stiff as you could see before you pulled his zipper down along with his boxers, uncaring that it was midday and you were in his car stopped in traffic. “Wanna suck… want your cock inside me so bad.” taking it into your hands and stroking it for a minute before he lost control.

As he pulled into the garage, he turned the car off and pulled his cock out; red, swollen now, immediately shoving your down onto it, making you gag as he didnt give you any warning.

“Yeah, my baby bunny loves choking round my cock, loves having their little throat fucked,” he teased knowing you couldn't answer, your perfect mouth wrapped around him. “Wait until we get inside.”

“Ken-, please.” you whined out, the speed of you bouncing on his cock slowing down every second, your thighs burning along with your stomach. The feeling of him this deep in you making your mind hazy with lust.

The sloppy drool from your mouth still on his cock being the only calming sensation, the cool feeling easing the pain.

Your wrists stuck together with sweat, now resting your hands on his chest after he mouthed out how you were gonna be a good girl and let him do anything he wanted to you after the shit you pulled on the drive home.

“Fuck, look at you. So wet, what a messy bunny.” he grunted out, rubbing on your clit enough to make you shake before placing his hands on your waist and hips, squeezing them tightly enough to leave bruises.

Trying to control himself, not wanting to thrust up into you, wanting you to do all the work as he watched. Trying to keep it that way as your face was contouring with each movement, so pretty.

“I cant last any longer, fuck. Ken please” you cried still moving your hips back and forth on his, trying to ease the stinging sensation building up. “Be a good girl and ask nicely, Bunny.” he grunted, loving how he would make you cry and beg for him. Nothing makes his dick harder than his little bunny whining out how he was too much for them. “Please… please fuck me”

He flipped you over, not being able to say no as your cries got lost in his head, grabbing your thigh and lower back; before you could reach out for him, he turned you over again, ass and swollen cunt presented in the air for him.

His hand pushing you face down into the pillows as he lets go, lining himself up with you, not taking his time pushing himself in as you sob for him to hurry up.

Your collar that somehow got on him instead of yourself after he wanted to let you know that you still had full control of him, not wanting to go overboard, not wanting to take it out too much on his sweet little girl.

He can’t help his hands sliding over your ass, squeezing it roughly “If I hurt you, tap me. okay baby?” he said, pinching your thigh to make sure you heard him.

He slaps your ass as you arched your back so pretty for him, the stinging feeling not leaving as he did it again. Whining out, but in pleasure while he let out a slight laugh at how worked up you were, your elbows deep in the sheets as he started to thrust.

He groans leaning down your neck, growling when your head rolls back, your neck open for him to mark as he gently rests his teeth on the flesh.

The leash dangling over your shoulder, your shaking hands grabbing onto it, the pink leather with hearts on it not fitting him at all, but it made your heart drastically race.

You pull his leash down more into you, his hot breath mixing with yours as you try your hardest to turn around, needing a kiss. His chest now against your back as his arm wraps around your torso, hand grabbing your breast while kissing you hard enough to make you fall apart.

“Fuck, I’m gonna let everyone know you owns this pussy.” he muttered into your ear. “You know i'm the only one who fucks you like this, right bunny?

You cute, needy moans are all the response he needs as you clenched around his cock even more. His thrusts hitting you so deep as you could barely keep your head up. “You gonna cum on me? The way your little pussy is dripping down my cock, so messy.” he grunted out as you heard his balls slapping into your soaked cunt.

Clit aching for more as you gripped the sheets beneath you, tears falling down your face as he gripped his arm tighter around your waist, the other one supporting him up.

He’s wanting so desperately to paint your insides so full that it leaks out while he's still deep in you as he grabs onto your sides harshly, your hole getting tighter around him while you're leaking onto the mattress. “Fuck, your cunt feels so good around me.” he thrusted up into you faster and faster, chasing his high.

He lets out a groan while he releases, stuffing you full while you're on the brink of your orgasm, trying desperately to come as the pleasure is right there. As he’s still thrusting, fucking his cum back inside you, you finally tighten as your cum spills out. Making the sheets beneath you a wet mess, spilling at the both of yours thighs.

“Ken” you cried, your knuckles clenched as you held onto the pillow to stabilize yourself. Your entire body shaking from pleasure and embarrassment. “Shh… You did good bunny, came so pretty.” he said, still trying to catch his breath.

‘C'mere baby lamb.'' he said softly grabbing you into his arms, you poor abused cunt still dripping out. He pushes your sweaty baby hairs to the side, now lying with you on top of him. Giving your forehead a quick kiss, before your cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears.

“pretty girl…” his praise coming after you were passed out on top of him while he nodded off too, his arms still wrapped as tight as he could around you, holding you in a bear hug as he whispered himself to sleep.

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kolebrew · 3 years

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Rinse and Repeat

pairing: Yuuki Anzai x Reader

Warnings: spit kink, cock warming, masturbation, slight cum kink

Word count: 2.7k

All you wanted to do today was go down to the laundry room and get clean underwear but instead, you're hiding outside the door holding your breath. Your first thought washing your clothing was a full proof plan but you left some underwear behind.

“Fuck~” and that’s what kept you from going in and retrieving your missing items. You stood and hid behind the door watching from the creek of it. From what you could see it was your apartment neighbor, so much for the boy next door. You couldn’t see much of him but from your view, you could see exactly what he was doing. Anzai was standing against the washing machine with his eyes closed shut, you couldn’t make it out at first but when he turned towards the door you could see Anzai’s cock with your underwear wrapped around the tip. Anzai held his shirt up with his teeth and used one of his hands to hold the base of his length while the other gripped your underwear and pumped his length. No one uses the laundry room this early in the morning so it makes sense but you didn’t expect him to be awake before the sun was even up.

“Fuck fuck fuck, y/n~ please baby please” your train of thought was paused when you heard him say your name, but you did like how he said it. Now that you’d thought about it, you and Anzai never had many interactions or any at all. No one could deny how attractive he was, his hair was always pulled back and he was built with time and effort. So of course seeing him now so vulnerable and jerking off to you in your underwear did something to you. You didn’t realize how tightly you’ve been squeezing your legs together or how hard you were biting your lips but the blood rush you felt made you hold your breath.

Anzai hit his head against the washing machine as he fell to the ground in ecstasy. “Awe baby I want you so bad right now. Fuck~ y/n” he started to cry out and whimpered. His voice was so quiet and soft, the way he pleaded out for you made you moan as you clenched but you couldn’t tell for how long you were holding your breath. Anzai took your underwear from around his cock and held them up to his face as he sharply inhaled.

His pace started to quicken, he paused and you jumped back thinking you were caught but instead Anzai looked down and collected his spit, letting it drop to the tip of cock. He ran his fingers from the base to the tip and worked the spit into his precum, he groaned out your name and as his spit hit his cock. You were so glad for the view and you watched as the spit ran down his length to his balls. He brought his hands up to his mouth and twirled his tongue around the tip of his fingers taking in the salty taste of his precum. You watched in awe as he sunk his mouth on the base of his fingers and moaned at the taste. The way he was hunched over and how glistening his length was mesmerizing.

Anzai took off his shirt revealing how built he was and each muscle outlined by sweat. He licked along the cloth part of your underwear and pumped at the tip. His moans mixed with the wet noises coming from him, he arched back and started to plead. “Awe y/n fuck baby I wanna cum on you. Mhm mmm, fuck, please. Oh yeah~” he whimpered at the end and his body jerked as he came into his hand, he worked in the cum before using the underwear to wipe off his hand.

He was visibly hard and your nipples noticeable, Anzai sat there trying to catch his breath and rubbing his balls in his hand. You were mesmerized by how beautiful he was, his cock was glistening and cum was running down falling to your underwear.

You could’ve left now or walked in but you stood there staring. It wasn’t until you let out your breath forcibly and shut your eyes to think, did you realize it just got a lot hotter. You were caught off guard and almost stumbled when you heard Anzai now right in front of you cock hidden in his sweatpants staring at you in embarrassment and fear knowing you must have been there the entire time. Fuck when did he get so close, you felt warm next to his body heat and he stared down at you. It wasn’t like Anzai to start a conversation and especially not after being caught jerking off by the person he was jerking off to.

Both of you looked blankly at each other. You could either run or- you didn’t have the balls to think of the second option. Anzai broke eye contact to stare down at your chest- you forgot how hard your nipples were, Anzai held his breath and let his imagination run. You reached slowly and took your shirt off over your head, you breathed out and relaxed. Anzai started to move back and you approached him. There was nothing to say, all that you could do was let him know you were interested, the best way to do that was to throw yourself at him.. nothing could get worse from here. Anzai now backed against a wall as you let your hand slide down his chest to his bulge; he was bigger in person. Seeing his length up close made you clench your core even harder and moan.

He liked the feeling of having your hand wrapped around his length and tried to hold back a moan but failed terribly. “Fuck~” you snapped your head up at him also realizing the height difference, you weren’t short at all but he passed average height. You slowly worked your way up as he reacted to your touch. “tighter~” he breathed out, something about him directing you set you off more than you expected. You collected spit and let it drip to his length, he bucked in your hand, “like that?” You wrapped an arm around him and stood there face to face. His cock was soft and warm, feeling his breath up against your forehead and having his hand slowly grope at your butt the sexual attraction deepened. Before you knew it Anzai lifted you by your ass with one hand to meet your lips with his. Fuck his lips were perfect too, he groaned into your mouth and sunk his nails into your ass the tighter you held his shaft. His tongue swirled perfectly around yours and you whimpered at how he began to nibble at his bottom lip.

Out of all the times, you’ve passed him in the hallway you never thought about this feeling, you try to consider all the times he must have been staring at you, how he must have heard you while you masturbated. The thought made your body hot and you tighten your grip around his neck, “You want me to make you cum” you whispered into his neck. It’s obvious you weren’t the most direct person but something about him was enough for you, “yes please, make me cum please make me cum” he whimpered and gripped you harder. You quickened your pace and moaned into his mouth, Anzai couldn’t seem to catch his breath and then let out the hardest moan before bucking into your hands and shooting out a load into your palm. You met his lips and felt how the hot cum dripped into your palm and how his dick twitched every couple of seconds. Anzai went completely silent and dropped his head. You were a bit confused about why he suddenly looked like this, before you can open your mouth he pulls you against him. His body was burning up and you could feel his defined stature against you, his heartbeat with quick, and as you began to analyze him he grabbed for your attention. “Mm~ I wanted this so bad.” He continues as he roams your body. “Every time I saw you no matter where I got hard on the thought of you. I thought about how wet your pussy would feel with my fingers inside” Anzai uses one hand to hold onto your ass and grope and the other to trace a line over your entrance through your leggings.

You moan a bit into him trying to hold back your sounds. “Just the thought of it- how hard your nipples would be if I had them in my mouth or how good my cock would look pressed against your face. “Fuck baby” he whispered into your ear and gasped in response. You tried to process all of this but failed, unable to completely take in what was happening, he slowly brought his hand into your pants and let his palm cup your pussy. You attempt to grind for friction but he wouldn’t move. It was like he was trying to hold himself back at the wrong times. It was decided that you wanted this and him so if he wanted you then there was nothing wrong with that. He laid in the crook of your neck and slowly swirled his tongue around your skin. It was perfect, he occasionally moaned to gauge a reaction out of you. Anzai, still cupped around your pussy, inserting a finger into your folds, he trailed his finger from your clit to your hole. You gripped into his hair and the other still covered in cum worked its way back to his tip slowly pumping the top causing intense wet noises to fill the room. “Baby I’m gonna make you cum. Want me to make you cum hm?” He said into your ear as you clenched under him “yes please” you moaned desperately as he quickened his pace. He held your ass when you came. All you could do was whimper at his touch. He stood up straight and took his fingers and aligned them with your mouth, “taste yourself baby” he asked nicely and tenderly ran circles at your hip and you hummed in response. You opened your mouth in reply “mhm” you said and coated his fingers in your saliva

He pulled you on him “say aah” and you mimicked him. He leans over you and spits into your mouth, he watched and groaned as the spit reached your mouth slowly, he took his fingers out and replaced your hand on his cock with his. “Leave your mouth open for me okay baby?” He takes your cum covered hand and brings it up to his mouth and one by one he sucks them clean while jerking his tip against your stomach. Watching your mouth and the spit inside he pumped quickly, you saw as he was starting to whimper. He looked at you and bent to spit in your mouth again “Fuck yes baby stay just like that” of course you didn’t want to protest. Anzai felt himself coming close, he looked at you with puppy dog eyes “can I come in your mouth baby?” You nodded and kneeled leaving your mouth open. He took the tip and smacked it over your tongue, he moaned as he pushed his tip along your tongue and was met with the spit collected. You closed your mouth around his length and began to bob your head and moan over his shaft. He tasted so good, the taste of salt filled you as you sunk till he bottomed out in your mouth. He released his load into your mouth, you collected the cum and in one motion you let his dick fall from your mouth clean it. You looked up at him and opened “fuck baby you look so good don’t you” he said as he kneeled to meet you. He slowly approached your lips and kissed you, cum still in his mouth. He swiped his tongue at your bottom lip asking for entry, his tongue met yours and swirled around the cum and spit. For a couple of minutes, you both sat there swapping a mixture of cum from in your mouths. When you finally disconnect a trail of cum and spit connected the both of you, “Fuck that’s so hot” Anzai watched in awe and looked over you. You looked perfect, your breasts were out in the open with nipples hardened, you only sat in sweatpants that hung low and you stared at him ready to beg. Anzai came close to your mouth again “do you want me to fuck you” he pinched one of your nipples in his hand. In response, you nodded a little too energetically but that only egged him on more. He stood up and walked you over to a chair, he sat in front of you and held his cock by the base.

You were in awe watching how Anzai sat with his legs spread open with his cock in hand. His muscles laid on his body perfectly. “Fuck baby come and sit on this cock, take this cock baby girl” he cooed and gripped your waist. You aligned yourself over his tip and shuddered as it slightly grazed your opening. You both to a second to recollect yourselves. You let the tip hit your entrance completely and gasped when you realized he wasn’t going to fit. Anzai must have picked up on this too and snapped you out of your thoughts. “Shhh, baby don’t worry, just like that, line yourself up just like that okay? Good girl, you're gonna take this cock for me like a good girl.” He waited as you slowly sunk yourself on his cock, you moaned at how filled you were becoming and he moaned at how tight you were. He lifted you back off his cock after barely hitting half and lowered you back on. Once you almost hit the base of his length he pressed your thumb against your clit, you gripped his shoulder seeking balance, and allowed him to rock you back and forth on his cock. “Awe fuck baby you’re doing so good aren’t you? Taking that cock so well I’m so proud mhm” he groaned out and leaned back in the chair. You started to rock yourself and jumped a bit on his cock causing your breasts to bounce. This was a sightsee and you felt him pulsate in you, he leaned forward and took one of your nipples in his mouth. This felt amazing, being filled like this and having his hand on your clit made you moan out, he twirled his tongue around the bud and occasionally let it fall from his lips making a sound. He pressed his tongue completely against your nipple and area and flicked his tongue. You arched your back in response and quickened up your pace. He used his free hand to hold you at your waist for support. Feeling that you were close he looked up at you from your breasts “your gonna cum? Cum for me baby you can do it just like that. You like how that feels hm? Just like that bounce on my cock just like that ah fuck~” he dug his nails and felt himself close as well. He leaned back and watched as you bounced up and down and sweat was falling down your chest. “AH~” he hissed and his head flew back and his hips bucked, you whimpered out and clenched on his dick as you began to cum. Both of you rode out your highs as he thrust up into you and held you down making you unable to move and he released his entire load. You relax your body and slump against him. You both refused to move, he took your face into his and gradually worked his tongue in and you moaned at how he was so good with his tongue, he must have known what you were thinking and chuckled into your mouth. “Next time I’ll taste you” he ran his hand up your spine and let you nestled on his dick. You both thought the laundry room wasn’t the best most secure place but no one was coming down here.

#devils line #yuuki anzai #yuuki anzai x reader #yuuki anzai x reader smut #yuuki anzai smut #anzai smut #devlis line smut #anzai x reader #yuuki x reader #kolebrew

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tonesplash · 3 years

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its thanksgiving get nasty (18+)

pairing: edward cullen x reader

summary: you get bored at thanksgiving dinner. unfortunately for edward you wore sandals

warnings: smut,brief footjob, thanksgiving dinner, edward kind of chokes on corn, reader doesn’t like their family, mild injury, fingering, innappropriate use of vampire speed, technically exhibitionism and public sex?? bad dirty talk, and cousin-shaming, reader is afab and might be described as female im not sure

a/n: i wrote this in 24 hours so any sloppiness is not my fault

masterlist

(c/n)= cousins name

When you told him thanksgiving with your family would be boring, you’d meant it’d be for him, looking forward to his reaction to being on the receiving end of your bloodlines ridiculousness while you’d get dinner and a show. But, as it turns out, your family just so happens to get along with Edward much better than they do with you.

The seating situation is a little unconventional, since because your boyfriend-snatching cousin stole the open seat next to Edward before you even made it back from the bathroom, leaving your only viable option directly opposite of him. On the bright side, you had the option of kicking his leg when he’d said something to embarrass you.

Bless his soul, he’d done his best to bring you into the conversation but apparently, anything you had to say about your relationship had been relayed verbatim to the family group chat you weren't even in by your mother. So, after the third time you’re talked over by the aforementioned horny cousin or some other nosy relative on you’re bored out of your mind.

Everyone had gotten over your piss poor table manners years ago, or were just completely ignoring you at this point because there were no protests when they’d brought the turkey out and you’d stayed slumped low in your seat like a child in church.

Twitter had stopped refreshing ten minutes ago, and when you finally resigned yourself to tuning back into the conversation, your mother was showing Edward your baby pictures again. Idly swinging one bare foot under the table, your bare toe grazes the drape of his dress slacks under the table when you get an idea.

You’d lost a sandal earlier after Edward had pinned it under his shoe in a vain attempt to stop your pinching and dirtying of his slacks with your filthy soles. You scoot a little further forward in your seat to reach out and press your arch flat against his shin.

Edward doesn’t visibly react, just shifts his leg away, leaving yours to slip to the floor until you reach up again to plant your heel on the seat of the chair. The conversation lulls for a moment as everyone says grace, and he uses the opportunity to grab your ankle and send you a warning glare over the top of your phone.

You meet his gaze and boorishly eat a spoon of mashed potatoes, shrugging as if he couldn’t read in your mind exactly what you were about to do.

Your cousin asks about his mom car again and when you roll your eyes Edward flicks the outside of your fibula, sure to bruise, and you crinkle your nose, pinching his marble thigh between your toes as best you can through the material.

“Well my father thought it was necessary for my siblings and I to-”

While he talks, he's soothing the spot he flicked, playing in the stubble leftover from your shoddy shave job this morning, and the absent affection gives you the final motivation to further push your luck. You tease the seam of his left leg with the very tips of your toes, coaxing the unnatural heat of the venom to build in the crotch of his pants, the coolness of the rest of him making it seem even hotter in comparison.

He inhales on a forkful of corn, almost taking it down the wrong pipe, and you fight a smile around the bowl of the spoon as he flawlessly recovers and finishes the thought. You idly wonder if you could be that smooth someday. For now, you press further, pressing a toe against the seam over his cock, stroking up and down as slowly and consistently as you can while stretched under a table because who would’ve thought that footjobs are kind of an athletic feat.

Edward taps insistently at your leg, harder than he normally would, and you have to hold back a laugh at the idea of him splitting the table because he can’t take a little footsie action. You press forward again, arch encompassing his hardness through the fabric, toes curling against his pubic bone when-

“Ho-oly shit!” Searing pain shoots up from your ankle, and you double over, using everything in you not to shout, Edwards dawning mortification going unnoticed as everyone at the table turns to you at your unexpected outburst.

“(Y/n)?” Your mother doesn’t seem that happy to have dinner interrupted, and you clutch your stomach as a quick cover.

“Uh, my bad.” You snicker nervously at the sudden attention, bravado gone. Your face feels red-hot. “I actually need to use the bathroom, I think,” you lick your lips and slide out of your chair. “Lady problems.”

The table erupts in a cacophony of gags and groans as the notion of a menstrual cycle is brought up in casual conversation, and it gives you the perfect cover to retreat to the upstairs bathroom. It takes you a minute to make it up the stairs without causing a scene, and just as soon as you close and lock the door behind you and settle down to weep in peace, he’s there, jiggling the doorknob like it’s a drug bust.

“Let me in.”

You’re apparently taking too long because as soon as your injured foot touches the floor, he forces the lock and slips in, shutting the door a little too fast to pass as human.

“Jesus! Edward, are you trying to lose our deposit?” You lean around him to check for a handprint but he doesn’t respond, wordlessly setting you up on the counter, kneeling to examine your injured ankle, cool fingers soothing to the sore skin. You sit in silence, idly swinging your other leg to distract yourself.

“How'd you make it out?” You can't imagine they’d let the guest of honor go so easily.

“You forgot your bag, I told them I’d just bringing it up to you.” He places your bag next to you as evidence. “Maybe you should start carrying menstrual products for when you actually need them.”

Of course, he breaks your foot and wants to lecture you on responsible uterus care. Edward sighs, taking your foot with the gentlest touch and whispering a kiss into the skin. “It’s only a sprain, but I’m still sorry.”

“S’Okay.” Your face burns, not expecting his guilt. “Serves me right, huh?” You titter, poking his side with your uninjured foot. He swipes it up before you can start again, halfheartedly laughing with you.

“Let me wrap it before you get any more ideas.” You hand him the compression wrap from the medicine cabinet, and he gets to work. The wince you give at the pressure is more reflex than anything, but the anxious expression on his face tells you he wasn't going to let this go easily.

“Y’know…” You poke at him again. The playful contempt in his golden eyes gives you the go-ahead to make your case. “If you’re really feeling torn up about it, seeing you wow my family like that got me a little riled up.”

“Really.” Edward kisses the secured wrapping and releases you, standing to frame you against the counter.

“I’m serious, impressing them isn’t easy, (C/n) is probably shaving in the guest room to steal you from me right now, just thinking about it has got me a little hot under the collar.” You run your hands over his back and through his hair, nuzzling into the crook of his throat.

“You’re laying it on pretty thick, don’t you think?” His hands smooth over your exposed thighs sending a shiver up your spine. You think you've got him, but he's such a tease sometimes you can never really be sure.

“Depends. Is it working?” You still, bracing for some line about ‘responsibility’ and ‘your family waiting for you.’

But then his hands are under your skirt, hooking into the sides of your underwear and pulling them down your thighs, leaving them to free-fall to your feet. You clutch his auburn hair in your fingers at the shock of open-air against your cunt.

“Do you think I could let you go back to that table smelling like this?” His sweet breath washes against your ear as he huffs a soft laugh. “I’d rather not go downstairs and pretend to care about football when I know you’re here, hot and ready for me.”

You can’t resist him any longer, pulling him close and kissing him with the desperation of a woman who needs to be back downstairs before dessert. His thumb teases over your cunt at first, swirling over your swelling clit and teasing your hole before he finds a focus, using the thumb of his free hand to hold your hood back as his slicked fingers grind the bud into a frenzy while he sucks your tongue into his mouth.

It’s all you can do to hold your breath while he touches you, cool fingers building a knot in your belly, smooth and steady as they batter you up into a frenzy. He adjusts his hand, his ring finger pressing into you and bringing a low ache from rushed preparation, but you welcome it, thighs shaking with the effort to stay open for him as your mouth falls open in a shaky gasp. Edward breaks the kiss to let you breathe , seemingly unbothered until-

“(C/n) is coming.”

“Wha-” A particularly deep stroke has you biting your lip as you struggle to concentrate. “What the fuck does she want?”

“She’s going to ask you where I am.” His expression doesn’t match his words, still completely concentrated on ruining you despite the obvious issue.

“And what am I supposed to tell her?!” You hiss back right as she reaches the door. His mouth closes over your pulse point and you don't think you've clenched that hard before in your life.

“Hey (Y/n)? Have you seen Edward?” Her voice is enough of a mood killer that you have to shove your face into his throat to ground yourself in the moment. He adds a second finger, gaining speed, and you pray and hope to any god listening to this that she can't hear the squelches through the door.

“N-no.” You rack your mind for an excuse. His scent is making it harder to concentrate. “I think he went out for a smoke?” Nice one.

“Really? I didn't smell anything on him...” If all your blood flow hadn't been centralized below the waist at this point you'd’ve asked how the hell she knows what he smells like. He's fully abandoned your clit now, leaving it to pulse in the open air while three of his fingers push and pull at your pelvic floor.

“That's cause he unh-” You slap a hand over your mouth to stop the moan before it can be recognized for what it is.“-he vapes!” Edward pulls back from your throat to look at you incredulously, but it's a little hard to be ashamed when he's nearly wrist deep inside you.

“Oh… Well, let him know if you see him that they’re playing charades and I need a partner. You know how it is.”

You forget to reply, too enthralled watching him spit onto his unoccupied fingers and mash the coolness against your clit, causing you to nearly spasm off the counter, losing the sensation as he silently laughs at having to hold you steady. She seemed to have taken your silence as an admission, as you can hear the door at the stoop of the stairs swinging shut after her. Thank God.

“Rub your spot, Sweet, come on, we have to be quick.” He kisses your temple and laughs a bit maniacally at the little whimper that escapes when you bring a hand down to your clit. “Surprisingly, she’s having trouble picturing me in a vape shop.”

You whine around a bitten lip, too far gone to listen to his ribbing. You’re building up to overstimulation with the sloppy way you’re rubbing yourself, and he must feel it too, because in the next second, his fingers are vibrating.

“Come on, (Y/n), don't you want to finish up here and mop the floor with them?” You hadn’t even realized how hazy your vision had gotten until he grabs your chin and levels your lidded eyes with his and says your name again. You nod sluggishly for him, not hearing a word. He laughs again, smiles wide. His teeth are pretty.

“If you cum right now;” The buzzing grows stronger, your free arm spasming under you as you support yourself. “I’ll rub you raw after on the ride home. You just need to come right now and win charades with me.”

The buzzing inside grows too strong, and your vision goes white, pulsing in long pulls around his fingers as hot waves of sensation spread from your head to your toes.

Edward kisses you, soft and slow, swallowing any whimpers tempted to escape as you come down, abandoning the counter to clutch his sleeve as the twitching reduces to a tremor.

“Oh my god.“ You laugh, planting your face into his collar as you catch your breath. “I can't believe you used charades to make me come, I'm never gonna forgive you.”

“I heard the top prize is a ten dollar gift card to…” He squints and checks again. “The Google Play Store.”

“Ew, what could you even do with tha-”

“(Y/N) come help with plates!” Your mother shouts up the stairwell, totally fucking up any release you just had.

“I guess I should run down to the corner store;” Edward smiles, helping you to stand on wobbly legs and smoothing your skirt down. “Don't want to blow your cover.”

“(Y/N)! Plates!”

“Oh my god;” Your eyes may never return from the back of your skull. “Meet you downstairs?”

He kisses you sweetly one last time, pulling you close and wiping the sheen of sweat off of your face.

“Downstairs.”

With that, he heaves himself out of the narrow sill, and you busy yourself cleaning up as fast as you can.

You just catch him hopping off the roof, and coming around to the front yard. He'll hear you no matter the volume, but you still shout the warning;

“Stay away from my cousin!”

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen imagine #edward cullen #Twilight FanFic #twilight smut #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #twilight x you #the twilight saga #reader insert smut #reader insert fluff #reader #thanksgiving #dinner with parents

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jaesqueso · 3 years

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requested

pairing: jeno x reader genre: smut, college au! word count: 1,775 warnings: corruption kink, virginity loss

You never really cared about boys, you always considered your studies more important After all you still had your whole life to find your soulmate once you’re done with school and get a nice job. Well, that’s what you thought until you got to college and this guy started to flirt with you.

At first you were shocked that the notorious campus bad boy showed interest in you. Jeno was in one of your classes and suddenly started asking to borrow your notes and even to study together. You tried to keep your distance, you weren’t about to let a boy distract you from your studies, but you still decided to help him after all it was just about school right?

You started to meet up in the library so that you’d have to be silent but he always found space for his cheesy pick-up lines. At first you tried to ignore when he flirted with you but as time went by you couldn’t help to giggle and feel butterflies on your stomach and he seemed to be happy about the mood change between you two.

If before it was bothersome to study with someone else, you eventually started to look forward to your study sessions and couldn’t help stealing a few glances of his beautiful features as he tried to concentrate on his notes. You’d never been flustered by a guy this way so you tried to push these new feelings aside, there was no way he actually meant it when he flirted with you, after all you were just his study buddy, strictly business no romantic interest.

That was until your professor assigned you two as partners for a class project and you found yourself sitting in Jeno��s bed at his dorm.

“Can we take a break?” He groans laying down on the bed and stretching his arms.

“Sure.” You chuckle stretching your neck.

“Can I ask you something?” He sits back up, turning to you.

“Hum, sure.” You gulp suddenly feeling nervous.

“How come I never see you with anyone else?” You widen your eyes and look away. “You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.”

“I-It’s ok…” You play with your fingers trying to find the right way to say it without him judging you. “I don’t really have any f-friends…”

“Really? Why?” He widens his eyes and sits closer to you.

“I’m not really a social person, I often rather stay home and study.” You look around the room embarrassed to face him.

“But you are amazing, it’s selfish of you not to let other people see that.” He places his hand over yours.

“You think so?” You look at him feeling your heart beat faster.

“I do.” He smiles. “And I’m really glad we’re in this project together so I can get to know you better.”

“Honestly I’m happy I got paired up with someone I already knew, that makes things easier for me.” You flash him a shy smile.

“Well… I might have had something to do with that…” He looks down scratching his neck.

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“I might have asked Mr Kim to put us together…” He sits even closer to you, your thighs touching. ”Look, I like you, Y/N.” You gulp as you feel your whole body warm up. “Would it be ok if I kissed you?”

You blink your eyes trying to take in this new information. So all the flirting was actually real? Now you had to ponder if you wanted to share your first kiss with him.

And then you nod.

He smiles placing a hand on your cheek and leaning in to bring your mouths together. You close your eyes and stay still, not really knowing what to do. His lips are soft and warm and they feel so good against yours, you never want this moment to end. But then he leans back again. You stare at each for a while and then your lips move on its own.

“Can you do that again?”

He simply smiles and fulfils your wish. This time you tilt your head and kiss him back. Jeno brings his body closer to yours deepening the kiss. You shyly clench your hands on his shirt almost as if afraid he would stop.

And then he does stop kissing you, but only to remove his shirt. You gasp unable to look away from his defined torso. You squeeze your thighs together feeling a wave of arousal taking over you.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away.” Jeno chuckles.

“N-No, it’s ok…” You manage to say.

“Do you want me to stop?” He looks into your eyes and you can see he wants you. “We can go back to the project-” He stops as you place your hand over his.

“No, it’s just…” You take a deep breath before you continue. “I-I’ve never done this before…”

“Done what?” He smirks, clearly teasing you.

“Anything at all.” You look away.

“Do you mean sex?” He asks.

“Yes.” You whisper and close your eyes expecting him to ask you to leave, why would he want to waste his time with someone inexperienced like you?

“And do you want to?” He interrupts your thoughts.

You open your eyes and look back at him trying to understand if that’s a real invitation. As he doesn’t back off from his question you shyly nod.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He comes closer to you again leaning against your ear and whispers. “But I can make you feel really good.”

You gasp feeling your insides burning. For some reason he makes you feel comfortable and you were bound to give yourself to someone someday right? So you nod.

He starts kissing your neck and you close your eyes. His hands wander in your waist until one of them moves to cup your clothed breast. You bite your lip as a moan threatens to come out.

Jeno slowly lays you down on his bed, pushing all books and papers from your project to the floor. You gasp and open your eyes at the sound.

“Don’t worry, we can pick it up later, there’s more important things I want us to work on now.” He smirks pulling your shirt over your head.

He lays on top of you, between your legs and kisses your mouth again. You start to get nervous as you feel his bulge against your clothed core. But he relaxes you by caressing your sides as he kisses down your neck again. He keeps going down leaving a mark in the mound of your breast. He then leans back to contemplate his work.

“A little something for you to remember today.” He winks at you with a smirk.

You bite your lip as he starts to unbutton your pants. He looks at you as if asking for permission to keep going. You nod and he takes them off dragging down your underwear too. You try to close your legs but you are unable to as he’s kneeling between them so you cover your cunt with your hand feeling embarrassed to be seen in the nude.

“Don’t be shy baby,” he pushes your hand away, “you’re beautiful.”

You squirm as he starts rubbing your clit, closing your eyes. He holds your hips to steady you as he pushes one finger inside you. You whimper and arch your back.

“You are so tight baby. I’m gonna have to stretch you out before you take me in.” He says as he adds another finger inside you.

You clench your hands in his sheets as he moves his fingers inside you, low moans escaping through your lips. Your breath gets heavier and you feel a high building up inside you but then he stops. You push yourself up on your elbows and watch as he removes the rest of his clothes. You widen your eyes at the size of his dick, how the hell is that supposed to fit inside you?

You hear him chuckle as he moves to his bedside table to grab a condom. You watch as he strokes his member a few times before rolling the rubber over it. He then gets back on top of you rubbing the tip of his cock in your wetness before aligning it with your hole.

“This is gonna hurt a little bit, but it will feel good after, I promise.” He gives you a peck on the lips trying to relax you as he notices your nervous face.

He starts pushing himself inside you and you grasp his biceps holding your breath. He lets out a low moan as your inner walls squeeze around him. He stays still for a while until he feels your body relax under him. He starts moving slowly in and out of you and after a while the pain turns into pleasure and your whimpers turn into moans.

“You’re such a good girl, taking me in so well.” He praises you as he speeds up his thrusts.

He then removes himself from you and in a quick move turns you around so that you are on all fours. He massages you ass before laying an experimental spank. You moan and then gasp surprised you actually enjoyed it.

“Oh, you like that?” He gives you another spank and you moan once more. “Is my good girl turning bad?”

You keep moaning as he pushes his length back inside you. He holds your hips as he pounds into you and you feel yourself getting close to your orgasm again.

“Are you gonna cum for me baby?” He asks as he feels you clench your walls around him.

“Yes.” You groan as he moves a hand to you clit rubbing it.

“Go on. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me how happy you are for letting me break you.” He says in a low voice and you cum right as he finishes his sentence. “That’s it baby, fuck.”

He pounds you harder as he chases his own high and in no time he’s spilling his seed inside the condom. A few more thrusts and he removes himself from you throwing the used rubber in the trash. He grabs a towel and goes back to bed to clean you up. Then he trows it to the side and lays down pulling you to his chest.

“C’mon, let’s rest for a bit and then we’ll finish the project.”

You close your eyes and chuckle as you almost forgot what you were going before.

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