#THOSE FEW STRANDS OF HAIR IN FRONT OF HIS FACE HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING THAT GORGEOUS
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There Will Come A Ruler (1) || Coriolanus Snow x Reader (+18)
Outline: You agreed to a marriage of convenience with Coriolanus Snow to please your parents and be an asset in his campaign to become the new president of Panem. On your first wedding anniversary, the man who you barely spend time with and hardly know, tells you that he wants you to give him a heir.
Word count: 3’938
Warnings: pregnancy (TTC), marriage of convenience, explicit smut (+18)
(( Part 2 - Snow Lands On Top )) - ((Part 3 - Insatiable ))
You sat at your vanity, adjusting the necklace of pearls around your neck. The reflection in the mirror showed such an elegant woman, with the poise and grace expected of a future First Lady. You had even managed to master the art of making your fake smiles appear real, leading on everyone to believe that you were living a dream, even though things were nothing like what you’d let on in front of the people of Panem.
You repowdered your face, and brushed your hair to make sure you looked flawless before taking a deep breath and leaving the intimacy of your bedroom, the one only you slept in, to go downstairs and join your husband for dinner.
Tonight was one of the few nights he wasn’t working late or had a business dinner or event to attend. Those nights dining in your manor, just the two of you without any guests always felt strange since they were so unusual. You had a cook and a waiter, employees hired to serve you and care for everything so that the only thing expected from you was to show up, dressed and polished for the occasion. Not that Coriolanus would have noticed if you had showed up for this dinner in your pajamas and messy hair, he’d usually be too busy reading the newspaper or writing his next speech to even look at you during the meal. Then, you’d retire back to your bedroom and he would stay working late in his office until he too, would go back to his room, at the far opposite of yours in the opulent manor you resided in.
It had been a year of this routine, ignoring each other unless there were some peering eyes to scrutinize you or some important people to impress. You couldn’t say you were unhappy because what was there to complain about ? You lived in a gorgeous house, you had the privileges associated with being a powerful man’s wife and you were free to spend your days and money as you pleased, the only rule being to never, ever, do anything that could reflect badly on your politician of a husband. Days were sweet and easy. A lot more than what you had imagined when you were told that your parents had agreed for you to marry a complete stranger, just because it was an honor and a wonderful opportunity to be chosen as the fiancée of one of the most important people in Panem. The fact that you had never talked to Coriolanus Snow once before didn’t matter, the papers were signed and three days later, you found yourself walking down the aisle to a blond man, dressed in white as you were, to vow each other love and support until death brought you apart in front of a crowd of cameras, reporters and nosy onlookers.
You made your way to the dining room. With its large windows, it offered one of the best views on the garden and greenhouse, which were always well taken care of, not a single strand of grass out of line or a single rose withering without being cut off of its branch. The furnitures were simple, yet luxurious and the long table was perfect for you to sit at opposite ends from your husband. It was much easier for you to ignore each other, separated by two rows of empty seats and various dishes and platters scattered across the table.
The cook always made five courses meals , with refined food and expensive wine , and although it was only the two of you, tonight was no exception. The hors d’œuvres and entrees had been served already, red wine filling the crystal glasses on each end of the glass table. However, one thing wasn’t right…
“Mrs Snow.” Your husband greeted you, with the same politically warm smile you had mastered to do too by taking example on him.
You stopped on your way to your seat, unsure of what to expect. Despite the few meals you had shared in privacy, he had never been waiting for you standing by the window, with a glass in hand and a gorgeous rose in the other . Nor had he been so perfectly dressed and groomed for such an occasion. Usually, you could tell he had spent a long day working or attending events, his clothes always classy but his light hair frequently tousled and light purple lines under his eyes. This time though, it looked like he had dressed and prepared himself just for you, wearing his best suit and his blond locks perfectly combed back.
“Mister Snow.” You replied, observing him with a sucpicious expression.
“Happy anniversary.” He said, taking the few steps that still separated him from you to hand you the white rose he held. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, something definitely wasn’t right as he never had such caring gestures towards you if they weren’t witnessed by others. But you took the rose, politely thanking him. And surveyed the room carefully in search of a camera or an important guest you might have missed… But you didn’t find anything to justify his odd behavior. “I asked the chef to make your favorite dish for the occasion.”
You knew Coriolanus had no idea what it was, but the fact that he had been so thoughtful to ask should have been enough.
He pulled your chair for you, like the perfect gentleman he was but never bothered to be if it didn’t benefit his image, and you sat at the table, taking in the carefully presented trays of all the things you liked to eat in front of you.
The waiter entered to serve both of you, because since you became Mrs Snow, you apparently weren’t required to do the most basic things, such as filling your own plate with food yourself anymore.
Coriolanus raised his glass of wine to you, proposing to toast to the first of many years together before drinking a long sip out of his beverage. You knew you didn’t have a choice but to do the same, as etiquette dictated it, but his sudden acknowledgment of your existence was enough to make you want to throw your glass at his face and demand he told you what he was up to. But of course, you knew better than to cause a scene, even in privacy.
“I’m sure you’ll be glad to know sixty percent of the voters are favoring me for presidency.” He stated, with a proud smile you couldnt quite tell if real or forced. “Gaul says that with a few more efforts, I should be able to gain the majority, and then I’ll unquestionably win the elections.”
“That’s wonderful.” You replied, truly hoping Coriolanus will be elected to rule over Panem. It was the only thing he wanted and cared about, you didn’t want to imagine the depth of his misery if he didn’t make it. You also might have not known your husband intimately at all but, since you often had to accompany him for official duties, you had learned a thing or two about the way he’d address important business. “Is there anything I can do to help ?”
You saw him smile at your question. A genuine smile, letting you know you were asking exactly what he was hoping you would.
“Well, according to the surveys, I seem to have convinced most of the older electors . However, one part of the population seems to still have doubts about my program.” He explained, while the waiter refilled his glass of wine. “Apparently, families don’t believe I have their best interest at heart.”
“A few more events centered around children and education and I’m sure they’ll be acquired to your cause.” You said, understanding that he probably meant to ask you to accompany him more often to those, as a proof that he cared enough.
“Surely, but Gaul also suggested we start a family of our own to appear more relatable.”
You swallowed your wine with difficulty, the bitterness burning down your throat at his words. Your chest tightened, your heart pounding wildly.
“We agreed on having our first child after five years of marriage.” You reminded him, and by the way his pale eyes focused on you, you knew you were about to start an important business negotiation with him.
“Unfortunately, I need the support of these voters now, not in five years.”
“We signed a contract that detailed this topic very clearly.”
“And in that contract, you vowed to support me in my endeavors and give me two heirs at minimum. I don’t think getting started on our family now instead of later will make much of a difference to you.”
“You are asking me to carry and birth a baby but it won’t make much of a difference to me ?!” You snapped, raising your voice louder than you should have.
“What I meant to say is that you’re going to have to do it sooner or later. Might as well be now so you’re done with this part of your duty. It would benefit me greatly, and you too.”
You bit your lip to keep yourself from shouting at him. The way he was so detached about it all made you unreasonably angry. You had agreed to give him children and he was right, you knew that sooner or later you’d have to get it over with but in all honesty, it wasn’t the idea of being pregnant that gave you anxiety but the thought of what you had to do in order to achieve that.
You were good at putting up a show for the public, pretending to be perfectly in love and happy together but in truth, you didn’t even know this man. He was a stranger, living in the same house as you and that was about it. Imagining anything more intimate with him seemed preposterous.
“I’ll need to think about it.” You told him, and he nodded quietly. He was gracious enough to accept that answer for now but you knew he’d have things his way, wether you agreed or not.
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You spent a sleepless night tossing and turning in your satin sheets, mulling over Coriolanus’ request. Damn Dr. Gaul and her bright ideas ! It already was her fault if you had been chosen to be Mister Snow’s perfect wife, an honor in the eyes of most but it felt oddly similar to being picked as a tribute and sent into the arena to you. You didn’t have much say in what you wanted then, you knew you didn’t have anymore to say now. You really were faced with only two choices; either agree and conceive a child, either take the risk of being replaced by a more willing - and less opiniated - new wife.
It took you until the next evening to finally accept that you only had one resonable answer to give him. Unfortunately, the hours seemed to pass by way too slowly since Coriolanus wasn’t home for supper that night, leaving you alone in the empty dining room with your thoughts. You had waited for him for a while, enjoying the cosy living room as night fell over the Capitol until you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore and fell asleep on the teal sofa by the chimney.
When you woke up, the flames that had kept you warm were merly embers. You hadn’t noticed the difference in temperature, thanks to one of the house employees who had been thoughtful enough to cover you with a warm wool blanket. You rose up and stretched, deciding to finish your night in the comfort of your bed but when you walked passed your husband’s office, you noticed a light seeping from underneath the door.
After a gentle knock, you tentatively turned the knob to enter the room you had never been in before. Just like his bedroom, his office usually was a place you avoided in order to keep the distances between the two of you when you didn’t have to fake a happy marriage for others.
You weren’t too surprised by the luxurious items that decorated the room, the white couch and the very large desk in the center of the room were very much in Coriolanus’s style; classic and elegant. But what really caught your attention in this unknown territory was the man behind the desk, dishelved, with his tie undone and the first few buttons of his shirt opened. In a year of living together, you had never seen your husband look so… common.
“You’re awake.” He remarked, leaning back in his armchair and rubbing his eyes with one hand.
“And so are you.”
“I usually don’t go to bed before three or four o’clock.”
You glanced at the clock on the mantel of his fireplace, indicating three twenty five. You quickly did the math, realizing how little sleep he got since most days, when you got up and had breakfast at seven in the morning, he always already was off to his other office in town.
“Don’t you think you might be overworking yourself ?” You asked him, finally daring to fully step inside the room and approach his desk.
“It’s better than having nightmares.” He confessed, matter of factly before looking away from you, as if he hadn’t meant to say something so personal to you. “Did you need something ?”
You stopped in front of the white desk, standing with your thighs pressed against the edge. Even sitting, he still looked quite taller than you.
“I’d like a whole new wardrobe designed by Fabricia Whatnot, a pond in the greenhouse with koi fishes and to add some shelves to the library with more up to date books, mostly romance.”
Coriolanus’ intrigued pale blue eyes observed you, the ghost of an amused smile on his lips.
“And what will I get in exchange of all of this ?” He asked, although his smirk showed he already knew the answer.
“A heir.” You replied, with the satisfaction of at least gaining the most you could ask for out of the deal. His smile grew wider, and you wondered if it was a genuine one. It had to be. It seemed so much warmer than his other ones…
“Then you’ll get everything you want, sweetheart.” You smiled at him, genuinely happy with this outcome although the perspective of what was meant to happen next still terrified you.
He stood from his chair, eyes remaining fixed on you as he walked around his desk to join you on the other side. You felt a shiver run up your spine once he was close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from his skin onto yours.
With a hand on each of your hips, he lifted you up to sit you down on the edge of his desk. He looked down at you, his face so close to yours and even if it caused your heartbeat to go wild, you knew he wouldn’t kiss you. He never did.
Instead, he finished unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, revealing his unexpectedly muscular chest, a vague testament left of his previous life as a peacekeeper in the districts.
He placed his white shirt on the desk next to you, careful to fold it neatly enough to avoid creasing before focusing his attention back on you.
Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his hands on you again, first against the bare skin of your legs and slowly but unmistakably making their way up to your thighs, bringing your skirt up in their wake. A ragged breath escape your lips when his fingers trailed the elastic of your underwear, exploring the shape of it by following its lines until suddenly, the warmth and roughness of his fingers had slipped under the fabric and pressed directly on your skin.
He reached between your legs rather gently, a finger slipping between your folds and softly tracing a few lines connecting your entrance to your clit He was being considerate enough to take things slow and prepare you for him, which was something you strangely didn’t expect him to do. Well to be fair, in all twelve months you had been Coriolanus Snow’s wife, you hadn’t given much thoughts to what intimacy might be like with him. Of course, you knew it would have to happen eventually, you had signed a contract after all but you usually avoided fantasizing about it.
You knew Coriolanus probably had an abundance of mistresses to please him whenever he wanted - or needed - them. He was a very good looking man. You knew that already, but seeing him as he was tonight, without much care to his appearance, was yet another proof of how devastatingly handsome he could be.
You liked the way he caressed you, it was the most intimate touch you had ever shared together, and it somehow felt nice to connect with him. But it also was pretty obvious that, even in a situation such as this one, he still was very much in control of himself and of every aspect of what was happening. It was unfair. If he was asking you to let go and was slowly but surely awakening your desire for him with the way his finger still circled your center, he might as well abandon his pretenses and enjoy it too.
Determined to help, you reached out for his pants, unbuttoning them before he could protest and pulling out the hardened length of his cock out of his underwear. It was so rigid and warm in your hand, dark veins running all along his shaft up to his pale tip, which was slightly glistening already. You looked back at him unable to conceal your surprise at how ready he was for you already. You hadn’t done anything to get him in the mood, nor had you removed a single piece of clothing yet but he already seemed to be throbbing with desire with the simple anticipation of what was about to happen.
You ran your thumb over his tip, collecting a drop of his precum with a blush creeping to your cheeks. He stared at you as you did, refusing to let any emotions show on his face but unable to stop himself from shuddering. It helped you feel more confident. With a soft smile for him, you used your other hand to undo the bow around your waist, which held your dress together. It came undone by itself, revealing your chest to him which caused his eyes to darken slightly.
A silent struggle seemed to take place in his mind, hesitating between following his plan as he had imagined it, methodically proceeding in order to procreate or giving in to the violent pulsion of pure lust he felt at the sight of your gorgeous body , taking you like a wild animal rather than pretending to be a gentleman.
You huffed in surprise when you felt his finger slip once more into your wetness before he pushed it inside you, as deeply as it could go. In return, you pumped his cock a few times, enjoying the sight of him trying to resist the pleasure it instantly gave him. He moved his finger in and out of you in synch with your own movements along his shaft before deciding that you were stretched enough to add another one and try to expand you a bit more. You moaned and immediately bite your lip to silence yourself, if he was being careful to not lose control over any of this then you were determined to do the same. But the way he smirked with satisfaction as the sound of your whimper of exctasy when he added a third finger inside you almost caused you to climax already.
You lifted your hips up, trying to move your body and get him to hit even deeper inside you which seemed to amuse him. He liked the way you were slowly starting to lose your mind over the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you.
You gently tugged on his erection still firmly squeezed in your fist, attempting to bring him closer so that he would understand that you were more than ready to take him, as big as he was.
His fingers left you, your walls pulsing with a need for more but instead of his cock pushing past your entrance, it’s his lips savagely crashing against yours that you felt. It was a messy kiss, full of unspoken words and concealed passion finally pouring out. A kiss that was nothing like the chaste, picture perfect, kiss you had shared on your wedding day.
The next moment, his lips were gone and he yanked you to the edge of his desk by a tight grip on your wet panties. They teared under the pressure of his movement and, with the fabric out of his way, all he had left to do was press his hips between your legs spread opened and slam his cock inside you. It was so sudden, your eyes rolled back with the intensity of it all for a moment.
A panted breath escaped his lips, letting you know you felt as good to him as he felt to you. He was trying to stay focused on you, trying to keep his first few thrusts slow and long but as soon as you moaned, the last of his restrain dissolved and he slammed himself back in, shoving his entire length inside you and hitting deep where you so desperately needed to feel him.
With one hand on your hip and the other reaching for your bra, he rocked you in rythym with his blunt thrusts and you definitely gave up on staying silent, letting your loud noises fill his office and probably resonate in the entire manor.
Your body tensed, clenching his cock so hard that you felt it even deeper and it sent you off the edge. Your legs trembled and your vision blurred as a wave of exceptional pleasure took hold of your entire being, making you feel dizzy and satisfied all at once. No matter the strength of the orgasm shaking your body, your husband kept thrusting abruptly in and out of you at the same pace for a bit longer until you felt his warm release filling you up and he collapsed in your arms, panting.
You brought your hands to his soft blond hair, gently playing with his curls as you kept your eyes shut and tried to regain your senses, your legs still shaking and your core still pulsating around him.
A moment went by during which you almost felt close to the stranger you had married, like you finally knew a very intimate part of him but as soon as he had managed to catch his breath, he pulled out of you and regained his flawless, controlled composure.
“Do you think it worked ?” You asked him, still lightly panting.
He put his softening erection back in his pants and reached for his shirt before taking back his place behind his desk.
“I think we should keep trying, just to be sure.” He replied, with a glance at you that clearly betrayed the excitement he felt at the idea of doing it all again with you.
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✷ ITOSHI RIN x reader. fluff, established relationship. reader talks a lot and rin listens. this is actually pointless. warnings: the writing is kinda messy, i think. note: i just really think that rin <3 ! sorry if there's typos.
"shut up."
rin probably says these two words to you more than he says 'i love you'.
yet, he really, really does not want you to shut up.
it's been twenty minutes since you came from your dinner with your friend. twenty whole minutes of you rambling. twenty whole minutes of rin lying in bed, his arms feeling empty since you're too busy turned away from him as you change into more comfortable clothes. twenty whole minutes of him having to listen to your friend's husband's family's problems while his eyes stay locked on you as you throw on one of his shirts and then start removing your make up.
and again, he really, really does not want you to shut up.
but he would really prefer holding you while you ramble, and the fact that it's been twenty minutes and he hasn't even gotten a kiss yet is kind of starting to get to him.
"so anyway, she's basically hated by everyone from his side of the family— and i told her over and over that she should talk to him about it, but she just won't listen to me. god, why am i blessed with such stubborn friends?"
at this point, he feels like he's skipped eight chapters.
and yet he still listens, humming thoughtfully as he shifts in bed a little, pulling the covers over him just a bit more as he sighs in defeat, staring up at the ceiling as he mumbles, giving his own opinion. "shouldn't pressure her into it, though."
you groan, giving him a look as you still stand in front of the mirror while doing your skincare now. "i'm not, i swear! those people suck. she shouldn't be letting them do what they want and i'm sure that her husband would do something if he knew how salty they are."
his eyes go from the ceiling to you, blinking sleepily as he stares at the way his shirt looks on you. "when are you coming to bed?"
"almost done, rinnie."
he yawns quietly, turning around so that his back is to you. if he couldn't hold you yet, he could at least listen to your voice. "then does she really plan to just endure that treatment?" his voice is muffled by the pillow as he asks, setting you off on another talking spree.
"i guess she does. i hope everything goes well for her. but personally, i would not tolerate stuff like that." you say, shrugging as you finally finish your business, before going into the bathroom to wash your hands and brush your teeth.
the few minutes of you being gone and quiet make rin feel as miserable as ever.
he waits and waits, eyelids heavy.
when the mattress finally dips next to him and he smells the familiar scent of your skin products, he swears he's never moved this fast to turn around in bed and latch onto you.
you chuckle as he buries his face into your neck, holding him close as your little giggle turns into a quiet laugh when he groans in annoyance. "you took too damn long."
his hair tickles the side of your face. it's getting longer, you realise as you play with it gently, smoothing over some soft strands on the back of his head while he sighs softly into your skin.
"i talked a lot earlier, didn't i?" you ask quietly, your lips curling into a sheepish smile.
rin stays quiet for some time, his arms around you tight and firm as he presses himself against your side, even going as far as to place his muscular leg over you, caging you in against the soft mattress of the bed. "y'know i don't mind that."
"yeah, but im sure there's a limit—"
"there's no limit when it comes to you. 'kay?" he says quietly, his voice groggy and deeper now as he gets closer to drifting off— almost as if he was ending that discussion right there, not wanting to hear you talking about yourself in such a way.
"yeah, but—"
"shut up." he cuts you off, and you stop talking, only to let out another soft laugh. "if you're gonna complain about yourself, that is. now, more sleeping and less talking. i'll listen to the remaining part of your friend's story during breakfast tomorrow."
you snort at his devotion to listening to your silly stories, a slight wave of warmth creeping up your neck. "fine."
he nods a little, before holding you tighter.
"and i didn't get a single kiss from you ever since you came, by the way."
"oh, i am so sorry. my most sincere apologies." you speak, clearly joking as you shower him with light pecks on the side of his face that's peeking out from the crook of your neck.
he grunts, not being able to hide the redness under his warm skin as he feels your soft lips. his eyes stay closed shut. "ok. good night."
"no 'i love you' or anything?"
he sighs heavily. "shut up."
"...and i love you." he adds, before letting himself relax into his sleep when you let out a satisfied sound and say it back to him sweetly, your soft voice partially responsible for putting him to sleep.
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DON’T STOP.
༄ sypnosis. you ramble about one of your recent adventures while sitting on your boyfriend’s lap as he’s working.
༄ note. small and quick fic i wrote inspired by an arabic poem: “don’t shorten your speech, i love your details.” by zaid al hourani. didn’t re-read it. repost.
༄ tags. al-haitham x female reader. just fluff, bits of angst and comfort.
“so then, i walked up towards the cave and you won’t even guess what i saw..”
you were rambling about your recent adventure out in the deserts of sumeru while sitting on your boyfriend’s lap. al-haitham was at his desk in his study, busy scanning through the stack of papers and scrolls in front of him.
you’d told him earlier that you could just leave him alone if he needed some space to finish his work, however al-haitham insisted that you’d stay with him.
as much as he didn’t want to admit it out loud, he loved having you near him in any type of way. it’s somehow comforting and it takes his mind off of all the stress he’s having about his work as the akademiya’s scribe.
you continue to happily tell your tale while your eyes were focused on al-haitham’s face. however most of the time his eyes wouldn’t look back at yours at all— not even sparing you a quick glance.
al-haitham’s distant gaze was solely focused on the words that were written down on the papers before him.
he was silent and only nodded or hummed ever so slightly while you talked to him. gradually, your boyfriend stopped those small reactions all together.
it left you with a weird, tinge of disappointment in your chest. of course, you hadn’t expected al-haitham to full out react to your story since he was busy. plus, he usually doesn’t give too big of a reaction anyway.
you still felt like a nuisance for sitting on his lap as he worked, even though al-haitham verbally asked you to stay with him earlier.
you hadn’t noticed that your voice was trailing off the more you got lost in thought, yet al-haitham was quick to realise.
it didn’t look like it to you, but your boyfriend had been listening all along. he was skilled at multi-tasking and especially at the moment, where it came to dividing his attention between you and his work.
“keep going, love.” the scribe finally replies with the slightest of a smile as he keeps reading the contents of the document, “i promise, i’m listening.”
one of his hands move to hold onto yours. his thumb rubs over the skin of your palm, fingers slowly massaging the flesh. it was his indirect way of comforting you.
you smile softly at al-haitham’s words and actions before continuing your story. despite it all, you decided to keep the unnecessary details out of the way and focus on finishing your words as soon as possible so al-haitham could complete his duties afterwards.
“my love.”
your boyfriend’s voice interrupts you mid-sentence and you stop talking to look at him with a puzzled expression, “yeah?”
al-haitham sighs softly, putting his pen down and pushing the papers to the side for the time being. your heart felt like it stopped and your stomach dropped; did he want you to stop? does he finally find your rambling too distracting?
“you’re cutting the details.” the scribe says as he gently puts a strand of hair behind your ear.
“huh?” your eyes widen at his words. you didn’t even know how he caught up on such a minor thing.
al-haitham brings your hand up to his lips and places a few delicate kisses on each of your knuckles. his warm breath on your skin and the affectionate glimmer in his eyes as he finally looked back at you were almost too much to bear.
“please, do not shorten your speech, my dearest.” he whispers, moving his lips up to kiss each of your fingertips. “speak your mind. i promise that i will be here to listen to every word you utter.”
it was in that moment that you realised that al-haitham had been paying full attention to your words this entire time. it couldn’t be otherwise since he easily figured out that you were leaving out details.
al-haitham slowly adjusted you on his lap by holding onto your hips and bringing your body closer to his— your back pressed against his chest.
“can you do that for me?” he eventually adds, looking at your eyes and then at your other facial features which he fancies equally.
to say that you were flustered by the sudden attention from your boyfriend was quite an understatement, though either way, you nodded.
“y- yeah, sure. i will.” you manage to get those words out before clearing your throat.
al-haitham smiles softly at this and places a soft kiss on your cheek. “there’s my girl. thank you.”
your boyfriend then continues to pick up his pen again while his other hand stays on your waist. his fingers absentmindedly play with the fabric of the clothes you’re wearing.
you pick up your story from where you had left it at; this time recalling it without any details missing— just how your boyfriend likes it.
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For the drabbles reqs - pls do geto who praises you and talks you through it🙏🙏
a/n: of course !! thanks for being my first anon request :3 sorry it took a while, got super busy with uni but finally ready to push out the drabbles <3 hope you like it !! fb appreciated
cw: 18+ content, fem!reader, soft suguru, praise kink, established relationship, first time together, fingering, p in v, pull-out method
Suguru can't help but think he's the luckiest guy out there watching you lie back all shyly on the bed, your legs spread as you look up at him with those sweet doe eyes of yours. The two of you had done stuff before - you had been dating for a little while - but you'd finally told him you wanted to sleep with him.
He wanted more than anything to make the experience enjoyable, to make you as comfortable as he could. He kneels between your legs, his gaze flicking across your body as he settles, his fingers dipping between your folds. He presses his middle finger in slowly, pumping it in and out a few times before he inserts his ring finger, too, curling them until you're bucking your hips and gasping.
"That's it, good girl. Gonna make sure you're nice 'n ready for me." He says softly, strands of black hair escaping from his hair tie and hanging in front of his face as he leans down, kissing you softly. He swallows all your small moans and whimpers as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, stretching you out.
He pulls them out when he's sure you're ready, lining himself up with your entrance. He pushes his thumb down against the head as he guides himself into your drippy hole, groaning as he fills you up in one thrust. He hears your whine, sees the way your face scrunches up, and knows his size is a lot for you to take in.
"Shh, you can take it." Suguru whispers, leaning down to press a few kisses against your jawline, rocking his hips gently as he tries to coax some moans out of you. His hand strokes up and down your side as he picks up his movements, leaving him grunting against your skin as your walls eagerly suck him in. "See? Nice and easy. You're doin' so well."
"You're my girl, yeah? I wouldn't hurt my girl. You just gotta trust me, I'll make you feel good." You nod at his words, but tears are sticking in your waterline as he starts to fuck you fully, his girth stretching you out and having you writhing on his cock. "Hey... hey, where you runnin' to? C'mere, take it like a big girl. Be good for me."
You cry out his name as he yanks you towards him, probably a little too rough for it to be comfortable. He really can't help it, though. Not when your pussy is gripping him so tight, fluttering around him as you get close.
"You gonna cum for me, baby? Not gonna last long with how tight she is. Never... fuck. Never had someone squeeze down on me like that. Feels perfect, pretty girl. Not gonna be able to last long like this..."
"Close, Sugu..." You whine, nodding instantly at his words. You reach out for one of his hands, squeezing it tight as he starts to thrust into you with renewed vigor, his free hand reaching down to thumb at your clit. He swipes his thumb back and forth over your swollen nub until you tense up and flood him with your release, arousal coating his length.
The feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock is enough to drive him over the edge, his hips stuttering before he pulls out, fisting his cock until he splatters his cum across your stomach as he groans out your name.
He takes a moment to catch his breath before grabbing his discarded shirt and cleaning you off, pressing a kiss to your temple as he lies down next to you, pulling you into his arms.
"You did so good for me, sweet girl." He breathes out, offering you one of his rare, soft smiles. "My perfect, sweet girl."
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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒟𝐼𝒩𝒩𝐸𝑅 𝒯𝐼𝑀𝐸
info ⭑ haitani ran x f!reader. 1.7k wc. nsfw (minors do not interact) ﾉ established relationship ﾉ teasing ﾉ fingering ﾉ oral (f!receiving) ﾉ mentions of creampie
if you were in your old apartment, one of your neighbors would have been banging on your door with a noise complaint by now. it’s one of the many perks of living with bonten’s haitani ran; his penthouse allows you to live without the concern of angry neighbors berating you for attempting to find joy in your daily tasks. you would make a list of all the other benefits if you weren’t too busy sliding around the kitchen in your socks and using the spatula as a makeshift microphone.
the bluetooth speaker sitting on the edge of the counter farthest from the food you’re cooking blares a song from the random playlist you had put on some time ago when you began to prepare dinner. as much as you love your new home, you have to admit; the silence that blankets the apartment while ran is away can be suffocating. you’d much rather have him home with you but your musical performances can tide you over until he finishes things up at work.
a lyric you can never resist singing approaches, gluing your feet to the spot in front of the stove as you ready to belt it out. you’re in the middle of hitting a note when a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you back so that you’re flush with his chest. you don’t have to turn your head to tell it’s ran. “you, my dear, have the voice of an angel.”
“someone’s out for brownie points,” you joke through a giggle. even though you haven’t faced any complaints regarding your loud music, maybe you should consider lowering the volume just a bit. you didn’t hear the automated ring of the lock signaling ran’s arrival. hell, you couldn’t even hear him coming towards you.
“me? never.” he shakes his head but a knowing smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. his chin comes to rest on your shoulder and you can see the two tones of his short, styled hair. it was neatly gelled this morning but now, a few strands stray from the coiffed majority. he must have been running his hands through it all day.
a deep, thoughtful hum vibrates the junction between your neck and shoulder, effectively gaining your attention. “what’s with all the clothes under this apron?”
you snort. what he’s getting at is clear but you feel the need to kid with him first. “that’s kind of the point of an apron—to protect the clothes you’re wearing beneath it.”
“i suppose,” he sighs, the breath of air wafting past your ear and sending a chill down your spine. “although, i do think you’d look a lot better without these.” he tugs on the hem of your cropped top and waistband of your thin lounge shorts. they slap against your skin with a resounding snap, pulling a surprised squeak up from your throat.
you’d be lying if you said ran’s ministrations and sugared words didn’t turn you on, but he could wait until after dinner was ready if his plan was to get you all hot and bothered. “you’re so shameless.”
“don’t worry, though,” he continues, ignoring your statement. you feel the neat bow tied behind your back significantly loosen. the strings of your apron brush against the bare skin of your legs as heavy hands find a home on your hips to spin you around. ran smiles and the corners of his violet eyes crinkle. “we can fix that easily.”
he pulls the apron over your head, discarding it on the island behind him. in one fluid movement, his hands grip your thighs to lift you onto the counter. the surface is cool beneath your skin and you fail to hold back a gasp at the contact. your parted lips give him the perfect opportunity to lean forward and capture them in a kiss. it’s a hungry clash of teeth and mingling of tongues that sends heat directly down to your core. even when ran pulls away, a string of saliva keeps the two of you connected. “mm, i’ve been thinking about kissing those pretty lips all day.”
you grin at the thought of being on his mind when you’re apart from each other. a sense of pride swells in your heart knowing that you mean so much to him. you’re not able to appreciate it for long before his mouth is on yours again. wandering hands make their way up to grope at your breasts. nimble fingers sneak their way under the hem of your top, pinching and tugging at your hardened peaks. the rough sensation draws a whimper up from your throat. ran’s chuckle rumbles against your lips.
“alright, alright, i’ll stop teasing.” his voice is breathy as he pulls away from you. heavy hands fall from your tits but he makes no move to pull your shirt back into place—he’d rather leave them out on display. instead, his hands bunch up the smooth fabric of your shorts. ran’s thumb taps at your thigh. “lift your hips up for me, yeah?”
you follow his command, steadying yourself on the counter before raising your pelvis. he smiles at your quick obedience, dragging both your satin shorts and panties down the length of your legs and casting them away to a pile on the floor. he, too, lowers to the floor, propping himself up on his knees.
from this position, he’s got the perfect view of your pussy. he licks his lips and whispers, “gorgeous.” his lips curl up in a smirk, eyes still trained on your cunt. “and so wet. you must have been thinking about me, too, huh?”
you nod, exhaling a heavy breath as deft fingers run up and down the slit of your puffy folds. his movements are deliberate, slow and calculated. it’s only when he’s ready that you feel one finger prodding at your entrance, ever so slowly sinking deeper and deeper into you until you can feel the cold metal of his ring against your heat. he doesn’t give you time to adjust to the chill before he’s dragging his finger out of your gummy walls just as leisurely as it entered. the lazy pumping continues and you’re sure he’s enjoying himself; if the smile tugging at his lips is any evidence. you, however, are frustrated. you try your best not to squirm as you speak. “more.”
“hm? more what?” he finally looks up to meet your eyes. there’s a teasing sparkle in his lilac irises, one that urges you to elaborate. and you know you should, otherwise, you’ll never get what you want.
“another finger,” you whine. “‘n faster, please.”
he huffs out a laugh through his nose. “as you wish.”
ran’s a man of his word, plunging another lithe finger into the warmth of your cunt. you suck in a shaky gasp at the uncharacteristically fast intrusion—although it satisfies you, fills you up like you had hoped it would. and, just as he promised, ran picks up the pace. the relaxed speed becomes one that’s more erratic, desperate even. with the curl of his fingers, he reaches the spot he was just short of hitting earlier, the one he knows works you up.
“f-fuck!” you choke out. your exclamation brings a grin to ran’s face. you never fail to give him the exact reaction he’s looking for. but—and he’s not afraid to admit this—he’s greedy. he wants, no, needs more. he’s sure you’re willing to give and he’s more than happy to take.
still knuckles-deep in your cunt, ran dips his head down to leave a soft kiss on the bud of nerves settled at your apex. you twitch beneath his lips and the man takes it as a sign to continue. his tongue pokes out, wet and pointed, to circle the sensitive pearl. your thighs tense tighter and tighter with each swirl and the knot in your tummy grows taut, threatening to snap at any moment.
ran easily takes notice of your impending orgasm. one final push is all it will take to send you over the edge and he knows exactly what will do the trick. you’ve done so well for him, of course he’ll reward you for being good. he bites back a laugh before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit to suck at it—once, twice, thrice, until your back is arching and your eyes are rolling into your skull.
a wave of pure bliss washes over you but your cries of pleasure are overpowered by the jolting blare of the fire alarm. you don’t have a single second to wind down from your orgasm before ran pulls away from you, drags his fingers out of you, to deal with the situation on the stove. you’re left a shaking, sweaty mess perched atop the granite counters.
with his clean hand, ran easily turns off the burner and removes the pan of ruined food from the heat. the fingers covered in your essence make their way up to his mouth while he examines what was meant to be tonight’s meal. you watch as he casually cleans the indication of your arousal off of his hand. “well,” he pulls his fingers out with an exaggerated pop, “that’s beyond help.”
his show sends yet another wave of excitement straight to your core. the bulge pressing against the front of his tailored pants is no help either, creating an outline that’s practically screaming ’look at me!’. all you can think about is ran between your legs, his cock buried in you, and the warmth of his release painting your walls. you tilt your head back and let out a breathy sigh. “shit.”
“no need to fret,” ran assures you with a knowing smile. “i’m sure that restaurant you like can fit me in for a last-minute reservation.”
the veiled innuendo is cause for a pout. you and him both know that dinner is the last thing on your mind.
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Yandere!Hockey-Player x GN!Reader
A peak into the darker side of out beloved ice-hockey-jock boyfriend, what he’s willing to do for his darlings happiness. TW bullying and blood from fist fight
Not to proud of this one but wanted to get something out for you guys, promise I’ll post more soon.
Even though you are now dating one of the more ‘popular’ boys in your new school, not everyone changed up their attitudes towards you. It’s been almost a month but you’re still considered ‘the new student’- trying to find your place amongst people who already know each other. And although it’s easier now with your boyfriend keeping you company most classes, when he’s not around you find it hard to fit in.
It’s one of those days where he doesn’t have many classes with you, he walks you to your class and tells you he’ll meet you outside your class for lunch. For the most part your new classmates are nice to you, you sit comfortably on a table with people who have introduced themselves and offered you a seat on the first day. And the teachers are always welcoming.
But since the start of your introduction one particular boy known for interrupting class to wreak chaos and poke fun at classmates. Recently you found yourself being the butt of most his jokes. Poking and poking waiting for a reaction. You tried to keep your head down, ignore him and let the teacher handle his childish interruptions, but it’s just seems to make the situation worse.
From behind you you felt a quick tug on a few strands of your hair demanding the test answers, you ignored him which only worsened the torment. Then you felt your chair jerk over and over, the teacher to busy to notice him kicking your chair, so you don’t make a scene. He had the gull to tug at your hair again then poke at you with a ruler harder and harder, his friend snickering beside him
After one particularly hard poke you tried to tell him off but the teacher beat you to it, sending him to the back of class after you told her about the harassment. You kept your head down refusing to see the nasty glare he was no doubt giving you.
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Leaving class he caught your backpack stopping you in your tracks “you shouldn’t have done that” he scoffed before pulling you back further making you stumble and walking out in front of you. You didn’t dwell on the threat seeing you boyfriend at the door and walking over to him, his face looked troubled “who was that?” Having watched half the interaction “just some idiot who thinks it’s fun to annoy me”
“What’s he done?” His voice sounded unusually serious and his back straightened defensively, making you focus the sheer size of the ice hockey player and how serious he becomes before a game against opposing school team. Sometimes you forget how much of a aggressive battering ram he can be due to his golden retriever personality.
You confided in him, ranting to him about how annoying this ‘class clown’ can be as you both walked to the lunch hall. “What a jerk, I’m sorry babe, he won’t touch you again” before you can question what he means he said “you gotta tell me about stuff like this” as you both settled on a table.
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Most days he’d drive you back home after school but today you had a training session in at the ice rink and he didn’t -so you both parted ways “call me as soon as you’re done” he smiled waving goodbye. As soon as you were out of sight he walked back towards the school waiting in the parking lot.
His pupils dilated and practically seethed through his teeth, how dare someone cause stress to such a kind hearted and innocent person, his love. You failed to see the way his hands painfully clenched into fists as you told him about the ruler and the hair tugging, how he ground his teeth and nose flared in disgust.
He now stood expectantly doing all those same things but with a deadly scowl. And there was his target walking with a small group of boys, he let them pass and walked behind them stalking them out the parking lot and to a foot path before pulling on the targets bag, spinning him around and punching him hard across his face.
“Stay out of this” he shouts as his friends come to save him, shoving one in the chest who got to close. At some point they were both on the floor, both bleeding but one much worse than the other “you touch them or even look at them one more fucking time and you’ll be dead at the bottom of a lake that same day” he growled in his year before letting go of his shirt and letting him fall to the pavement.
Satisfied he walked back to his car, his bloody hands hands smearing on the steering wheel as he let out a relived sigh. He cleaned himself up before going into his house his mother questioned the split lip and bruises, worriedly grabbing his face inspecting it “We got a bit carried away in P.E mom, I’m okay” he reassured.
He gave you a similar excuse when you FaceTimed that night, saying he and the team played a few rounds of rugby on the field after school. You didn’t question it and fell asleep on call.
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However when he picked you up in the morning and his hands were evidently bruised you began to doubt he was telling the truth about where the came injures from. That isn’t a harmless game of rugby.
And you knew what happened when in class the boy that loves to pick on you, now sat quietly in the farthest seat from you, a violent black eye, multiple scratches and cuts. He refused to look at you, you knew why now. Seeing how bruised your boyfriends knuckles were you could only assume the damage was worse under his clothes.
You couldn’t focus all lesson, would he really do this to someone? So you asked and he apologised promising you that he went to confront him about it but you bully was the one who threw the first punch, he had to defend himself. He saw your face twist in a mix of emotions he reassuringly squeezed your hand “I’m sorry babe, I can’t stand people treating you like that I just wanted to talk -trust me please. I didn’t think it would escalate” he looked like a scolded puppy “I didn’t want to worry you with a little scuffle so I lied” he held both you hands sincerely.
You forgave him, agreeing that boys fight all the time and this wasn’t his fault. Inevitably you’d forget about the incident and choose to believe his reassurances, he doesn’t come across as someone that would start a fight (if only you knew the things he’d do to keep you happy). And once his bruises heal you don’t give it a second thought.
Your adoring boyfriend who drives you everywhere, opens the doors for you, loves his mother, cheers you on during practice and competitions, buys you flowers, falls asleep on FaceTime when he can’t be closer, who just is overall a gentleman -he couldn’t do such a thing. Your sure of it.
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The Touch of a Hand Lit the Fuse
Summary: You joined Professor Wolff’s class a little over a month ago, but being as shy as you are, haven’t made any real friends yet. He spots you eating lunch alone in the classroom and decides to keep you company.
Warnings: Professor Wolff x student!reader, smut, daddy/baby girl kink, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, choking, everything.
It had been around 6 weeks since you moved across the country and accepted an offer to Harvard. You still couldn’t believe it, that all those years of sleepless nights would have you walking through those Business School doors every morning. You hadn’t made any real friends yet due to your schedule being non stop, and as you couldn’t find a table in the cafeteria, you decided to stop by your classroom to see if it was empty, and it was.
You sat at a table closest to Professor Wolff’s desk, just because it was the furthest away from the door, laid out your lunch in front of you and began toying with the apple you almost regret packing. You took your phone from your pocket and started looking at notes for your next lesson.
Deep in thought, taking in all of your bullet points you’d written last week, you startled as you heard the door open behind you. You turned, only to see none other than your Professor standing in the doorway. His white shirt tucked into his grey trousers showing off his slim but muscular frame, with his suit jacket draped over his arm.
“Oh sorry, y/n, I didn’t realise you were—“
“Shit, sorry, I mean uh, I didn’t know anyone was going to come in, I’ll go, sorry, just give me to secs to put—“ You started scrambling around all of your stuff, attempting to pack it all away when you heard footsteps approaching you.
“Y/n, please, don’t leave on my account. Why are you eating in here all alone?” Toto questioned, a gentle hand placed on your shoulder as if to slow you down.
“I uh, I… I don’t really have any friends yet, and the cafeteria was full, it’s fine, I’ll just go eat outside or in—“
“It’s raining. See?” Professor Wolff stopped you in your tracks and gestured to outside, a grim monsoon-like day that had lasted for about a week. There was no way you could eat outside, and you knew that. You just couldn’t muster up any words that made any sort of sense when you had him towering over you.
He pulled up a seat next to you, albeit uninvited, but you weren’t going to put up a fight. He could sit there all day if he wanted to. He was so tall, handsome as hell, his hair perfectly messy and his white shirt hugging all the right places. You couldn’t help but look him up and down as he popped his jacket on the table next to your lunch and took his glasses off.
He broke the silence.
“So tell me… what’s a kind, pretty girl like you doing with no friends?” He smirked, he knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers ran along his collar as he straightened it out, revealing more of that gorgeous broad neck of his.
“I—“ You couldn’t think. He was literally piercing you with his handsome looks and powerful demeanour. You took off your glasses, which lead to some of your hair getting caught in them, and a few strands of hair messing over your face, resting on your eyelashes. You tried to get them off, but your flustered face and shaking hands meant you were just making a fool of yourself.
“Allow me?” Professor Wolff raised his hand towards your face, and with your nod of permission, gently removed your hair from your eyelashes and tucked it behind your ear. When your face was fully revealed, you made eye contact. His eyes went from your eyes, down to your mouth, and back up to your eyes. “So beautiful…” he whispered, as he removed his hand from behind your ear, gently caressing a finger along your jawline along to your chin.
Was he flirting? Or was he just being friendly? At this point, you were in such a haze you didn’t even know your last name. What do you say at this point? Do you stand up and walk out? Do you ask him a question about his next lecture? Ask him about his life, family, friends, colleagues?
You panicked, and a quick movement from you suddenly had your hand resting on top of his, just below your chin. “Do you treat all of your students you see eating lunch alone like this?” You whispered back to him, hoping you were on the same page.
He smirked, looking at your lips again, and back to your eyes. “Do you question all of your Professor’s that want to keep you company at lunch?” You giggled back— “I guess not.”
Your hand still resting on his as he placed it on his knee, he looked down at it and began stroking the top of your hand with his thumb. He breaks the short silence, “You’re really special, you know that, right? I see how you are in class and I just… I just want to…”
“Do it.” You interrupted him. You thought this was your chance, it’s now or never. You weren’t kidding yourself anymore, you’ve had the hots for this man since you first laid eyes on him. He was making all the moves. You knew it was wrong, but why did it feel so right?
The hunger in his eyes poured out of him as he leaned forwards, locking his lips with yours. A fast paced but sensual kiss, tongues tied with eachother and breathless words mustered between biting of lips.
“Table. Now.” he beckoned, pulling himself away from you. He began unbuttoning his white shirt as he looked you up and down like he was about to dine on you like a three course meal.
You hastily stood up, perching yourself on the edge of the table. Your short sleeved, short button down summer dress was the best decision you made this morning.
Unsure of what to do with your legs, you scurried around for a chair to perch them on. Knees together but feet apart, you shyly tried to pull your dress down as you weren’t familiar with this entire scenario.
He shook his head as he looked down on you, his shirt now unbuttoned all the way and his arms peeling your knees apart. “No no, legs apart for me, that’s it…” you hesitantly separated your legs and took a deep breath in, trying to compose yourself.
“Are you sure we won’t get caught…?” you asked him, looking at the clock behind him. He turned around, checked the time, then turned back to face you. His voice sounding deeper than before, he chuckled to himself… “We have 20 minutes until class starts. I’m sure that’s enough time, don’t you think?”
You nodded and waited for his lead. He moved closer to you, his body in-between your legs as he began lifting your dress up towards your hips. The gentle touch of his fingertips up your inner thighs gave you goosebumps, causing your whole body to tremble under his touch. He flicked his fingers over your already wet panties and teased your sweet spot through the fabric. “Already so wet for me… huh? How about we take these off now?” He hooked both index fingers around the top of your panties and pulled them down your legs, off your ankles and tucked them into the back pocket of his suit trousers. He looks you dead in the eyes, rested one hand on the side of your neck as the other made its way up your thigh. You gasped as his fingers reached your folds, and he began teasing your entrance with his two middle fingers. As he pushed further in to your slick wet pussy, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your neck leant back, as you felt a rush of heat overcome you. He leant down, and kissed your open neck softly. “You like that, baby? You like it with my fingers deep inside you?”
You nodded, eyes shut and lips pressed together trying to hold in your moans. You were terrified to make a sound, through fear of being caught. This was dangerous territory, and someone could walk in at any moment.
Not satisfied with your response, Professor Wolff brought his face up to look at you. “Look at me. Look. Eyes on me.” He demanded, as his fingers thrusted in and out of you with ease, you could almost hear the slickness from your insides drowning his fingers. “I need you to use your words, baby. Come on, tell me… tell me.”
You locked eyes with him and breathed out, your breath caressing his lips like it was a drug to him. “It’s… it’s so fucking good, oh god, it’s so good… please don’t sto—“
You could feel your walls spasming inside you as his long, thick fingers slammed into your g-spot. You were close to exploding on him, and you were so fucking turned on that you didn’t think it was this possible to be this horny, certainly not over your Professor.
“You’re doing so good baby, that’s it. Hold on just a little bit longer for me, I didn’t say you could cum yet, did I…?” He teased, pulling his fingers out slowly and slamming them in hard. He brought his lips to yours, entering his tongue into your mouth as your foreheads met. It was like you were made for eachother, the way you kissed him wasn’t like kissing other guys. This was different. There was a hunger in both of you that couldn’t be tamed, like this whole thing had been a long time coming.
“Please” you begged, “fuck me, f, fuck me right now—“
“Please what?” He questioned. “Please isn’t going to cut it.” He scowled, fingers slamming into you at a fast pace once again. “I need to hear you say it.”
You wanted to say it, you really did. It had been on the tip of your tongue the entire time he’d been fucking you with his fingers, but you weren’t sure if it was right. Or if it’s what he wanted to hear. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, waiting for your response.
“Not so desperate now, huh? Shall we call it a day then, miss?” He licked his fingers dry of your juices and smirked at the taste of you.
There you were, legs spread on his desk and he was… calling it a day? Because you’d gone quiet…? Or because he was having second thoughts? Every scenario ran through your head. You were scared to look at him if you did pluck up the courage to say it, so you laid your whole body down on the table, making sure your dress was lifted up high enough to reveal some of your stomach.
“Please, fuck me Daddy…”
Silence filled the room. Suddenly the rain started sounding like angry stones being thrown at the window as you waited for a response. You could sense he was still there, and without a single world, you heard the clanging of a belt clasp unbuckling, and the fabric of his suit trousers being slid down his legs. Did he like it?
“There it is, there’s my confident girl…” he growled, as he knelt down. He began kissing up your inner thighs, tracing his tongue along your hot skin all the way to your shining pussy. His hands made their way up your dress, cupping your breasts and playing with your nipples as his mouth locked around your clit. His tongue making beautiful patterns at your entrance and finally into your pussy, as you felt him kiss and suck you, pleasure like you’d never felt it before.
“Holy shit, Professor, oh my god…” your breathing became erratic as you bucked your hips at the feel of his tongue on the walls of your pussy. You feel the movement of his head shake side to side. He lifted his head away, bringing one hand down from your breast to your pussy and sliding a finger in. He massages your walls, getting you absolutely soaked. “Try again baby girl… that’s not what I’m called now, is it?” He kissed your thigh again, waiting for your response.
You were out of breath and you’d almost reached your climax twice in the last 10 minutes. You couldn’t think of any words, let alone string a sentence together. “Daddy… fuck, please, need your cock so bad…”
Toto was so fucking turned on, now it was his turn to be at a loss for words. He quickly stood up, drawing his cock out of his white Armani boxers and gave it a few slow tugs. “You want this, huh?” He teased, looking down at his rock hard cock near your entrance. He could see your pleading eyes, almost crying in desperation as you lifted up your head to get a better look at his cock. “Fuck… it’s so big.” You’re shocked. You knew it would be big, but shit… you were about to be torn in half.
He smirked, stepping closer to you and rubbing the tip over your clit. Precum beading on the tip, he used his thumb to wipe off the remnants and bought it up to your face. “Suck.” He demanded. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, and he placed the pad of his thumb on your tongue and fingers under your chin. “That’s it… good girl baby, suck for Daddy.”
Your cheeks went hollow as you sucked his thumb as he demanded. You shut your eyes and tried to concentrate on the taste of his precum, and fuck it tasted good. You could only imagine what the real thing tasted like.
As you opened your mouth to take a breather, you felt his entire body shift, and with one long thrust, he entered his full length into your tight pussy. You both let out an elongated moan, your pussy clamping onto his throbbing cock. He tried to stay upright, but his desire to kiss you overwhelmed him so he brought both your knees up higher and lifted his weight onto you. His hips began long, slow thrusts into you. With each slam, the pain of his thick cock lessened and become a lot more pleasurable. He locked his eyes with yours as you could see his shoulders tensing as he held himself up. “So… fucking… tight…” he claimed, as you both looked down at him fucking you senseless. Sweat began beading on his ripped body. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…” he beckoned as he leant down to kiss you on the lips. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and began rocking your hips up to match his rhythm of thrusts. “So good Daddy, so good…” you mumbled inbetween kisses.
As you bucked your hips up to meet his, his cock met your sweet spot deep inside you and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. “Fuck, I’m so close…” you whimpered. His face was now buried in your neck, sucking gently on your bare skin.
“So good for me baby, that’s it, oh god… keep fucking doing that with your hips, whatever you’re doing, fuck…” now he was begging you, as you continued your momentum of hip rocking so every time he thrusted in, you bucked your hips up to make sure he was as deep as he could be.
There was now a slick layer of sweat between your bodies as you both got closer to your climax’s. You were desperate for your Professor to cum inside you as you let go of your climax too… desperate for him to fill you up to the brim.
The intense fucking he was giving you was out of this world. The sound of him fucking you, the wetness of your pussy. You could feel his balls slamming you hard, too. It was almost an out of body experience, and you didn’t want it to ever end. You were fucked. Absolutely fucked.
As he gave you another kiss, you brought your hands up to his neck and began running your perfectly French-manicured nails through his hair and down his neck and back. “Daddy… I… need you to fill me up… need your cum in me…”
Those words were like a drug to him. He began thrusting you harder, his cock almost sliding out of you he was thrusting that high and hard. You felt your walls clamping round his cock and he could clearly feel it too, as you could feel him reaching his pinnacle. “Daddy… fuck I’m cumming… please, togeth—“ “Oh baby, shit… god I’m gonna fucking cum… fuck… ah fuck!!!”
Your walls clamped around him so hard as you felt spurts of his hot cum shoot up deep inside you. His entire body tensed as he bit on the side of your neck, trying to hold himself together yet jolting at the feel of both your orgasms intertwining with one another.
“Holy shit, baby… that was fucking…”
“…so good…” you finished his sentence for him as your breathing became slower and calmer. You placed your hand gently on top of his head and caressed his hair between your fingers, massaging his scalp as he calmed down.
His cock still inside you, he adjusted himself so he was pushed up on his arms above you. “You’re incredible.” He said, kissing your lips, “so perfect”, then inbetween your breasts. He stood up, slowly sliding his cock out of you and watching both his and your cum pour out of you.
“Fuck!!!” you gasped as you tried to catch it by crossing your legs. “It’s so messy… I’m sorry..” you bolted up right, a slight head rush from getting up too quickly as you embarrassingly attempted to covered yourself.
“Hey hey… little one. It’s okay, don’t worry.” Toto crouched down so he was at your eye level. He kissed your forehead and brought you in for a cuddle, your head resting on his chest. Your adrenaline come-down was hitting you hard, your body was hot to the touch but you were trembling and felt freezing cold. You could hear his heart beating…Still pretty fast, but not as fast as earlier. You began breathing hard again, panic setting in as you realised what had just happened. Was it wrong? Was he going to regret this? He could sense you were going into some sort of shock just by your ever growing symptoms. “Hey, little one… look at me” he moved you away from his chest, locking eyes with you. “Head to the bathroom and get cleaned up. I’ll excuse you from next lesson if you need to take 10 minutes. Make sure you eat something too, okay?”
You nodded and attempted to stand up, albeit a bit like Bambi as your legs were still like jelly. “Take it easy… don’t you realise you just had a good fucking from your Professor…?” He giggled as he steadied you and kissed the top of your head. “Don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking.”
You panicked. Shit. He was a mind reader now, too?
“I won’t regret this. If anything, I’ll regret only doing it once.”
You smiled as you looked up at him. “Wait… seriously?” You we’re shocked, sweaty, a bit of a mess. You thought there’s no way he could want this again, surely it was a one off?
“Maybe next time we take it somewhere more comfortable, if that sounds good to you?” Toto smiled as he slid his boxers back on, then his trousers and tightened his belt. He reached into his back pocket. “Oh, your panties?” He pulled them out to show them to you. You went to grab them, and he pulled his hand away. “I’ll keep these… you can collect them next time. And give me a new pair. Deal?”
You looked at the soaking wet panties in his hand, then back up to his face. You nodded, not saying a word, as you grabbed your bag and headed for the door. You looked back, and could see him buttoning up his white shirt. He gave you a quick wink, before you exit the room, to the sound of the University bell signalling for next lesson.
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Break it first
Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 2
Prompt: Came back wrong
Rated: M
CW: Mind control/brainwashing; Possessive behavior; Referenced character death; Aftermath of trauma; Aftermath of injury; Kidnapping
Tags: Kas!Eddie Munson; Dark Eddie Munson
Notes: So, I already had a fill for this prompt, but then @house-of-the-moving-image showed me this stunning piece of art and my brain broke like Steve's. We both have a bunch of other fills coming up for this challenge, quite a few of them collabs, and I'm so, so stoked to share!!! ❤️
He still remembers how fragile Steve looked.
They were in the boat house, Steve and Eddie. The others had gone out for supplies, but Steve had insisted on hanging back. Eddie hadn’t protested, even though the thought made his heart rabbit.
The second they were alone, Steve let himself slide down the wall and curled into a ball on the floor, face hidden between hunched knees, shaking hands clawing at his own temples.
“Hey, man!” Eddie jumped in alarm. “You okay?”
Steve took a while to reply.
“Fine,” he claimed, but his smile was a tense thing in a too-pale face. “Just headaches. Been getting them a lot. Robin thinks it's 'cause I got knocked around a few times too many."
Eddie quirked an eyebrow, pulled a strand of hair in front of his face. "That … happen often in your line of business?"
And Steve told him.
About fighting monsters with nothing but a nail bat. About Billy Hargrove. About Russian torture chambers and the headaches and the nightmares and the ringing in his right ear that never really went away. He looked so young, so beautiful, so broken. Eddie wanted to scoop him up and put him back together and hold him close so that nothing would ever hurt him again.
But he didn't.
Instead, he watched.
Watched how Steve squared his shoulders and put on a brave face for the kids. Watched as Steve threw himself to the front lines so that others wouldn’t have to. Watched as Steve got choked and torn apart, that golden skin painted in new scars, and told everyone not to worry, he was fine.
Eddie watched and Eddie didn't do a thing.
Because Eddie was weak.
Eddie was a coward.
It's a good thing he's dead.
*
Steve is still the one to throw himself into danger first. That's good. It makes it easy to catch him alone.
"You still have the scar on your neck …"
A flick of his wrist and the bats scatter into the clouds. Steve curses, scrambles to his knees, gropes for his fallen weapon- and freezes as he cradles his face in both hands, tilting his head up.
"... Eddie?"
"Not quite," he hums, sharp claws carding through soft hair. "I have his body and his memories, that's all. The name's Kas. I've been dying to meet you, sweet thing."
Those caramel eyes go wide. Steve tenses under his hands, tries to scramble away. That's okay, to be expected. He tightens his grip. Steve gasps as the vines on the ground wrap around his wrists and ankles.
"What are you-?"
"Sssh…" he brings their foreheads together, softly, slowly. Lets his mind wiggle inside the boy's, just a sliver at first, so he won't notice. Finds a crack, fine as a hairline, slips inside. Waits. "He was so in love with you, y'know that? It ate him alive, watching you sacrifice yourself over and over again. Seeing you suffer. Being unable to help, being unable to fix it."
Steve's mind flutters like a frightened bird as he encases it with his, gently, carefully. His arms twitch in their restraints, trying to break free.
He smiles. Always the fighter, his sweet boy.
"Dont worry," he coos. “I’ve got it all figured out now sweetheart. I’ll fix everything, promise."
"Eddie, wait-" Steve's mind flails. Realizes it's trapped, panicks, tries to break free-
And he pounces.
Steve struggles, briefly, but he doesn’t stand the ghost of a chance. He's human, and humans are weak. All it takes is a little pressure, and the tiny crack opens wide, welcoming him in.
Steve screams.
"I know, sweet thing, I know," he coos, curls himself around the boy's spasming body as he digs in deeper. "It'll only hurt for a moment. You'll feel so much better after."
He sees them now, the scars on that beautiful mind, the traces left by years and years of hurt. Sees how to fix them, sees what Eddie could never have seen. What Eddie was too soft, too cowardly to understand.
Sometimes, to fix something, you need to break it first.
And he does.
Tears at the cracks of that mind until it comes apart at the seams, shatters the fragments into so many tiny shards, grinds what is left into fine, fine dust. Steve screams and sobs and begs him to stop until his voice breaks. By the time the dust is ready to be molded back into shape, he is silent, bar for the occasional whimper.
He tells the vines to release their hold, cradles the limp body against his chest. He hums softly and kisses the tears from under the boy's unblinking eyes while he completes his work. He takes his time. This needs to be perfect.
"You with me, darling?"
Steve hums against the crook of his neck, so softly he nearly misses it.
When he looks down, those pretty eyes are blinking up at him, wide and wondrous like those of a newborn.
He chuckles. It's true in a way.
"Feeling all better?" he asks, claws softly tracing the shell of his boy's right ear. "Ringing should be gone?"
Steve doesn’t reply, just slips his eyes shut and nuzzles closer, every movement slow and sluggish.
He coos.
"Aw, sweetheart. You must be exhausted, that was a lot to take." He gently scratches at Steve's scalp, revels in the little sigh it gets him. "Don't worry. From now on, nothing's gonna hurt you ever again. I'll make sure of it."
Steve stirs a little at the soft press of lips against his forehead. His lids flutter, but they don’t open.
"That's it, honey, you rest. Let's take you home now."
By the time he has adjusted Steve's weight so that he can stand and start walking, his boy is fast asleep.
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zb1 being protective
pairing: zb1 x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: catcalling in jiwoong's, mention of thunderstorms in matthew's, mention of bullying in yujin's. lowercase intended, not proofread
notes: idk if all of these are even considered as protective but i view them that way so i hope that's okay <33
members under the cut!
jiwoong ;
window shopping was a frequent hobby for you and jiwoong. the two of you often enjoyed just walking around, drink in hand, as you browsed the store lined streets of your city. it wasn't abnormal for you to get some stares from people, but usually they were from women looking at jiwoong; you couldn't even blame them, your boyfriend was quite the sight.
this time however, the attention came in the form of calls and whistles from a group of men nearby, and you knew it was directed towards you. you were just going to speed up, attempting to drag jiwoong past the group without saying anything, but he wasn't having that.
"who do you think you are, really? do you have nothing better to do than make someone uncomfortable in your presence? no wonder you're all sitting here with nobody other than each other." he spit out, an almost venomous tone to his voice, a contrast from his usual voice. grabbing your hand and walking you around the corner, out of their sight.
pausing for a moment, jiwoong faced you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "are you okay?" he dropped his hand to grab yours, "i'm sorry they were acting like that, and i'm sorry you had to see me like that." his voice trailed off slightly, reflecting on his short tempter. "i just couldn't let them continue thinking that they could get away with that."
you simply smiled at the boy, cupping his cheek as you placed a quick peck on his lips, "it's okay jiwoong, i'm okay," you squeezed his hand lightly, "and i appreciate it, i appreciate you."
zhang hao ;
it wasn't abnormal for you and zhang hao to like to go for walks together; you both enjoyed the fresh air, especially with summer around the corner, and you enjoyed just having time to yourself to chat as you admired the breeze through the trees or the pretty flowers that lined the sidewalks.
the two of you weren't walking with much purpose, but you had ended up in the middle of town on a street lined with bakeries, cafe's and little boutiques. despite your best efforts you had come out of a few of the shops with small bags, some earrings you couldn't pass up or a small pastry.
"give me those," zhang hao said quietly, reaching out to hold the bags you've collected, adding them to his own in his hand. you tried to turn to him to respond but before you knew it he was on the other side of you, separating you from the cars on the street. you couldn't help but smile at the act.
"you didn't have to do that you know," you shook your head as the two of you continued down the street. zhang hao simply hummed, switching the bags to his other hand so he could use his free hand to grab yours, "who've you been hanging out with?" he almost sounded disappointed at the idea of you not getting this respect before him, "it's a basic courtesy."
it was foreign to you though. nobody had ever done something like that, even if it was just simple. and it made your heart speed up faster than it should've. "at least let me carry the bags." he only shook his head playfully, leaving you in defeat as he squeezed your hand, holding it up in front of you, "and anyways, your hand is already busy."
hanbin ;
hanging out with your friends was fun and all, until it wasn't. you loved your friends, you did, but your social battery only lasted so long and you were well past your limits. you just wanted to go home and wash off the day you've had, but here you were with your group of friends, unable to leave as they were your ride here.
the only thing keeping you sane at this point was texting your boyfriend hanbin, he always knew what to say and what would calm you down, and he had some good ideas rolled up his sleeves too. "do you want me to come pick you up? i can even call you with an excuse if you'd like ^^" the text read, and without any further consideration, you typed back a quick agreement and awaited the call flashing across your screen.
you muttered a small, "sorry i have to take this," before answering the call, ready for whatever fake situation hanbin had managed to come up with. as he relayed the information to you, you could hear the faint sound of his keys jingling and the door shutting in the background, signifying he was already on his way. you had to hide the smile threatening to spread to your face at the idea of getting to relax with your boyfriend instead of getting dragged to the next bar your friends wanted to hit.
soon enough you hung up, explaining the "dire emergency" to your friends. they all wished you well as you walked outside to wait for hanbin, soon seeing his car pull up. "never knew you were such a good actor," you chuckled as you got into the passenger seat. "what can i say," he smiled, "i'm a jack of all trades."
you and hanbin chatted over the soft music playing over the radio, and you had felt at ease for the first time in hours. after a moment of silence had risen, you let your words surface, "i love you hanbin," you looked over to the boy as you watched his ears immediately turn a light shade of red. he stuttered a few times before gathering a response, "i love you too," he reached over and grabbed your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze; you couldn't think of a better way to spend your night.
matthew ;
ever since you were a kid you had been afraid of storms; whether it be the loud cracks of thunder or the heavy downpour or the potential aftermath, you hated storms. you remembered countless nights as a kid when you'd seek comfort in the blankets on your bed as you hid under them in an attempt to muffle the rumbling sky. but now you were grown up, you were past that; the blankets that is.
because once again you had found yourself unable to sleep because of the raging storm outside. the rain so strong it felt like it'd break your windows at any moment. and quite honestly, you were terrified. but lucky for you, you had a new vice. matthew.
the usual blanket wrapped around your frame had been replaced with matthew's arms as you leaned into his chest, finding comfort in the heat radiating off of his body and the smell of his shampoo. while he couldn't quite drown out the noise, he did make for a pretty good distraction.
"it's okay my love, you're safe, i've got you" he whispered close to your ear, his hand rubbing circles on your back as your breathing evened out. you weren't keeping up your end of the conversation too well but that didn't stop him. whether it was reassurance or telling an embarrassing childhood story, or singing his favourite song, he found a way to keep your mind off of the outside world. and you were forever grateful.
and like always, the storm had slowed, beginning to pass as it soon became a memory of the evening. "thank you matthew," you breathed out with a shy smile. despite the storm being over you still couldn't help but cling to him. he made everything feel okay.
taerae ;
"i don't want to go," you whined, a pout prominent on your face. you hated the dentist, there was no way around it. quite honestly you hadn't been in what most would consider way too long, but you knew you had to. after some convincing, and promises of cuddles, from your boyfriend taerae, you had made the appointment.
all was fine and well until the day had actually arrived and you found yourself running through every excuse in your head on why you shouldn't go. unfortunately for you, nothing had seemed to come up that would leave you with a good conscience.
"well, if it'd make you feel better, i can come with you," taerae smiled, "moral support and all that." having him there sounded a lot better than going alone, you couldn't lie. and so, you took him up on his offer, reluctantly leaving with the boy.
soon enough you were in the waiting room being called to come into one of the offices, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. but you had taerae.
"i'll be right here okay? you're not alone, and before you know it it'll be over and you won't have to worry about it again," he placed a small kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and then a chaste kiss on your lips. "you've got this." he mumbled against your lips, causing you to smile for the first time all day. maybe things wouldn't be so bad if you had taerae by your side.
ricky ;
you had never really thought about it, but sometimes you could be quite oblivious. it wasn't always a bad thing, at least that's what ricky insisted, but it did seem more prevalent on days like today. maybe it was how safe you felt around ricky, or how it feels like you're the only people around when you're with him, but sometimes you forgot how not everyone is as kind and respectful as ricky.
you had opted for a shorter, flowy outfit for your shopping trip today, and while you thought you looked good, you hadn't considered how the clothes would be to walk around in; spending the better part of your day tugging and pulling on the fabric and being overly aware of every passing breeze.
"here," ricky stopped the two of you in your place, turning you around to face him as he tied his jacket around your waist, "don't need anyone seeing what they shouldn't." he smiled shyly, "plus you should be more comfortable this way, and you still look good." he shot you a wink and a smile before grabbing your hand to continue walking.
you couldn't help but blush at the gesture, letting your free hand fiddle with the sleeves tied around your waist as you let your mind wander. "thank you," you mumbled, getting a smile in return from the boy.
"no need to thank me," he shook his head playfully, "it's the least i could do."
gyuvin ;
gyuvin was a little clumsy to say the least. you found it quite endearing, but he had collided with one too many cabinet doors and countertops to see it the same way; and so, subconsciously he had found himself protecting you from a similar fate.
you hadn't noticed it for a while; the way his hand would hold the edge of the counter you were crouched underneath, or how his hand would cover the corner of the table you had to walk past. sometimes he would even try and physically move things out of your way if he could help it.
however, today you did notice. you noticed when you stood up too fast from trying to get something under the sink and instead of the solid countertop, you had a softer impact with his hand. you had braced for the sharp pain to rush to your head, but nothing came. "thank you," you mumbled, "do you always do that?"
he chuckled, nodding slightly, "i guess i do," he let himself think back on all the times he didn't even notice himself doing it. "gotta keep you from ending up like me." he laughed again as he rubbed the back of his neck; the memories of one too many near concussions flooding to his head, literally.
you joined him in laughter as you brought your hand up to card through the his hair, "you've gotta be more careful you know," you lightly scolded. he only let out a tsk before responding, "you try being this tall."
gunwook ;
"don't you live in the other direction?" you asked gunwook, curious as to why he was heading in the same direction as you instead of leaving you with a simple goodbye. the dim streetlights casting a glow on his skin, just enough to see the way his cheeks flushed at the question.
"i do," he paused, turning his sight from the road in front of him to you, "but i wanna make sure you get home safe." a smile spread across his face and you couldn't help but mirror it on your own. "you know you don't have to do that wookie, i live just down the street." you said matter-of-factly, knowing he knew where you lived.
he let the two of you bask in the silence for a moment. the only sound being your footsteps and the light buzz of some bugs in the summer night. "i know," he grabbed your hand in a moment of bravery, "still going to walk you home though," he beamed.
you accepted defeat in that moment, too caught up in the way it felt to have your hand in his. that wasn't something that happened a lot, but you sure could get used to it. the comfortable silence surrounded you again, this time accompanied by a faint hum from gunwook, presumably whatever song he had stuck in his head at the time. in that moment, you felt completely content.
you felt almost disappointed as you approached your front door. the two of you stood facing each other in front of the door for longer than you should've, trying to decide between making eye contact or staring at your still intertwined hands. "thank you for walking me home wook," you looked up at the boy, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. almost instantly he was a stuttering mess; his cheeks flushing a light pink as he couldn't control the smile spreading to his face. "for you, anytime."
yujin ;
before meeting yujin, your days at school were rough to say the least. hell, they still weren't the best. but they were better thanks to the boy you had befriended. you finally had somewhere to sit at lunch, finally had someone to hang out with after school, and finally had someone to call a best friend. and you were so thankful.
but life wasn't always so easy, and you didn't want to bother yujin with it, so you kept it to yourself. and today was one of those days. after one too many passing comments from classmates you had found yourself holding back tears in an empty classroom, trying to dry your eyes before going to meet up with yujin for lunch.
"what are you doing in here?" a familiar voice made your head snap up towards the door, seeing yujin's figure walking to you, you quickly wiped your eyes and stutter out an excuse. "i was just packing up." now yujin was sometimes a little oblivious, but he wasn't stupid, and he knew something was up. "was it them again?" you only nodded in return, shoving your pencil case into your bag and zipping it up before slinging the bag over your shoulder.
he let out a small sigh as he grabbed your hand, "c'mon, we are getting out of here," he dragged you by the hand out of the classroom, and subsequently out of the building, only stopping when you made it to a small picnic bench in the back of the property. "i'm sorry i couldn't protect you more," he mumbled as he fiddled with your fingers.
"yujinnie, you protect me plenty, and plus, that's not your job," you placed your free hand on top of his, "i can't thank you enough for what you do for me." a smile spread across your face, a similar one mirrored on yujin's face at the sight of you smiling. "i'm gonna do my best to make it all okay," you shook your head at his response, "you already do."
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Stress Relief ♡
sfw, soobin x reader, college au.
blonde fluffy soobin is so cute ill eat him-
Soobin hurriedly made his way to your apartment, taking the stairs instead of the elevator believing the latter took more time.
He had been trying to reach you for almost a day now but got no response. Growing impatient, Soobin had left you texts and voice notes but unfortunately all of those remained unanswered as well.
Finally giving up on waiting, your boyfriend had contacted your roommate-who was out for the weekend, for the apartment passcode as he made up his mind to go check on you himself.
He punched the code in the machine and anxiously opened the door to look for you. His eyes scanned the living room for a few seconds, until they fell on a huddled figure sitting down on the floor.
You were hunching down, sitting cross legged resting your head gently on the table in front of you. Your eyes were shut tightly while your lips parted slightly letting out soft periodic breaths.
Soobin quietly closed the door before him and lowered himself to your level, he let out a breath of relief and gazed at your soft features before brushing a few wild strands of hair from your face.
You stirred lightly at his touch but showed no signs of waking up, that was when Soobin noticed all the books and pens and crumbled papers that surrounded your sleeping figure, you were even holding a pen between your fingers as you slept.
The smile fell from Soobin's face as soon as it had appeared because he realised how tired you must have been. Your college midterms were about to commence in about two weeks and you were determined to work your ass off for it, even it meant studying vigorously without taking any breaks.
As much as Soobin wanted to support you through this tough time, his resources were limited too as he was a film major and you a medical one. Plus past few months had been hard on him too, constantly busy finishing assignments and reaching deadlines.
Soobin hated seeing you stressed but he had promised to not bother you for an entire month during your midterms because he really didn't want to be a distraction, though he would almost text you daily and occasionally call, to check up on you and your studies.
Though you both weren’t able to talk for long, just hearing your voice once in a while was enough for Soobin to go on.
You time and again reassured him that you were doing fine but witnessing the current situation, it was clear that you clearly were not and had been pulling one too many all nighters.
You gently moved and rubbed your eyes sleepily as the sound of clinking cutlery awoke you to consciousness.
You stretched your arms behind your back and were ready to yell at your roommate for being so loud- when you turned your head and spotted an all too familiar figure in the kitchen.
"Soobin!" You exclaimed loudly, grabbing the boy's attention.
Your boyfriend turned around and raised both of his hands towards his sides, a bright smile appearing on his face as he spoke
"Hi bunny,"
"I'm sorry if I accidentally woke you up, I actually came over to check on you because -"
His words were cut off when you-in a matter of seconds strode across the room and wrapped your arms around his tall body.
"There there, easy tiger" Soobin chuckled patting your hair with his hand.
"I missed you so much" You mumbled, burying your face in his shirt.
"That's why you are wearing my hoodie- the one I thought I had lost months ago" Soobin said in a teasing tone.
"Yeah, it's actually really comfortable, I need to raid your closet more often" You replied, looking up- God you missed his beautiful face.
Soobin laughed before gently breaking the hug between the two of you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
“I missed you too baby, I got so worried that maybe you had fallen sick or something because you weren’t picking up my calls or answering to my messages.” He said while caressing your cheek.
You felt a pang of guilt for making Soobin worried like this.
“Sorry, I’d put my phone on silent while studying and did not even realise when I fell asleep” You mumbled.
That’s when he noticed the light bags under your eyes and the pale color of your skin.
"You should take a break Y/N, you deserve it," Soobin said in a concerned tone before placing another kiss on your face.
"Yeah, you're right I really should," You sighed heavily.
"Great! so I'll just finish cooking this ramen, then we can try to clean up the mess that is your living room and have a movie night?"
After having dinner- which tasted so good, even though it was just regular ramen. Soobin let you pick a movie which could help you unwind.
You both were halfway through the movie when your eyes began to drift sideways rather than being on the screen.
It was a good movie, it really was! But whenever Soobin was around you, you could focus on nothing but him. His pretty face demanded attention all the damn time, even if that wasn't his intention.
The movie still had a long way to go but you were growing restless. You extended your arm towards your boyfriend and placed your palm on top of his open one.
Soobin absent-mindedly curled his fingers against yours intertwining your fingers, too absorbed in the movie playing before him.
Next, you raised your other hand and grazed your fingers on his ear, softly pulling down the earlobe. This made Soobin turn to face you, his eyebrows furrowed together in curiosity.
You wordlessly ran a hand through his fluffy blonde hair before running a finger down his nose and giving it a light tap.
"What are you doing," Soobin asked letting out a breathy laugh.
You finally got up to and placed yourself on either side of his knee, strangling him between your legs on the couch. Then you placed your palms on both his cheeks and squeezed them between your hands.
"You are like my stress relief squishy. I want to pull you, squeeze you, poke you and viola all the stress is gone," You answered in a cheeky tone.
Soobin laughed loudly at your answer, his eyes closing and forming cute little crescent shapes.
"Jeez that's one weird way of saying you want to make out with me, bunny."
He then put his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him till your noses touched and whispered,
"Bet a squishy can't to this though,"
Soobin captured your lips between his and you let out a surprised squeak but almost melted under his touch right after, hands now grabbing the soft material of his shirt.
Soobin's mouth travelled down leaving small kisses as he made his way through. One hand teasing the waist band of your pyjama while the other slipping under the oversized hoodie. You let out a sigh of contentment and bliss, taking you away from all the anxieties and worries of the past week.
Holding onto him tightly, eyes closed, feeling him all over you, you realised being close to Soobin was really the best way to relieve stress.
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The Date
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Part: 13
Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader
Length: 1.8k
Warnings: fluff towards the end
Note: thank you guys so much for being patient with me!! i started my third year of university yesterday so i have been super busy - but nevertheless i hope you love this chapter!! :)
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You still couldn't believe this was happening.
You had half expected your sister to get cold feet and back out last minute but unfortunately, those hopes faded as you pulled up to the chapel.
You were glad to be here for her though. Deep down you truly wanted her to be happy even if she married that idiot you now had to call brother-in-law.
But you also knew there would always be a part of you in the back of your mind wondering when he was going to fail her.
You just hoped you could put her back together.
As you got out of the car you looked over at your sister one last time to make sure her appearance was wedding day material.
Her dress was stunning and not a single wrinkle ruined the fabric despite it being worn in the car.
Her hair had been let down with just a few pieces pinned up to frame her face and not a single strand was out of place.
Her makeup was simple but had a flair only she could pull off.
To put it simply...
She was beautiful.
You just hoped you looked the same.
Your dress had gotten a little wrinkled in the car and the bun the hairdresser had done before you left had sunk a little.
Your makeup was also done to match your sisters but you felt as if some of the colors she used weren't right for you.
You just hoped Jason would like it.
Your heart stumbled as the thought of him standing in the chapel crossed your mind.
He would of course be wearing a form-fitting black suit that would be custom-made just for him. You just knew Bruce Wayne would spare no expense when it came to buying his son a suit.
You pushed that thought away as your sister cleared her throat.
"Do I look okay?" your sister asked, seeming a bit nervous as you made it to the closed doors that led to the wedding hall.
"Absolutely stunning," you replied with a smile.
Your sister gave you a big smile in return as the door to your left opened.
"Shall we?"
You looked up at your ex in surprise as he closed the door behind him, arm extended.
The question was left unanswered as you tried to get a grip on the fact that your ex was going to walk you down the aisle.
With all the craziness of the wedding, you had forgotten about that little detail.
Nodding, you slowly took his arm, letting yourself be dragged through the now-open church doors.
The first thing you noticed was Jason.
You knew you should probably be looking at the front of the room but you couldn't help it. He looked beautiful.
His dark hair looked soft enough to run your fingers through it and the red tie he wore matched perfectly with the color of your dress.
His suit fit him flawlessly and you weren't surprised by the silver cufflinks at his wrists sporting the Wayne emblem.
He looked professional but still your Jason.
Your Jason.
How in the world were you going to explain your feelings towards him?
It would probably destroy you if he didn't feel the same.
He seemed to notice your hesitant appearance and offered you an amused smirk before mouthing, "You look beautiful."
The words sent chills down your spine.
He was going to be the death of you.
Your ex, as if following your gaze squeezed your arm to get your attention back on the front of the chapel.
It was only then you noticed the music.
At some point during your trek down the aisle, they started playing a slow instrumental song that meant your sister was about to enter.
"We better hurry up," your ex whispered into your ear before gently leading you to your position at the altar.
His arm rested against yours a bit too long until he let go to take his place behind your sister's almost husband.
Then the doors to the chapel opened and your sister made her way down the aisle on your dad's arm.
You almost teared up at the look your dad had on his face. You could tell he was happy to have his little girl get married.
No matter who the groom was.
He was happy if she was happy.
You hoped he could offer you the same courtesy someday.
At that thought you looked back to Jason who was already looking at you.
You smiled softly.
He smiled back before mouthing the word "hi".
You then decided to offer your own secret admiration, "You look very handsome".
Jason's eyes widened slightly at the compliment but then shifted to your left where your sister was now standing. You followed his gaze.
You smiled at the sight. Your sister was positively beaming and her almost husband to your surprise looked just as smitten.
The officiant began to say his rehearsed lines and the couple in front of you said their vows.
Then they exchanged rings.
Then finally the officiate announced they were officially man and wife which ended with them kissing longer than expected but everyone clapped nonetheless.
The ceremony itself was short but sweet, something you knew your sister appreciated as she was ready to start her honeymoon as soon as possible.
But before they could leave you knew your mom had planned a small reception in their honor.
So with a nod from the officiant, you followed your sister and new brother-in-law down the aisle while the rest of the party followed behind.
As the newlyweds walked through the chapel doors your parents announced they would drive the lovely couple and your ex home to start the party, leaving you and Jason to have a nice walk home to enjoy some time together.
"Well, it looks like your parents gave us a wedding gift," Jason commented as he waved to your parents as their car pulled out of the entrance.
"I wouldn't necessarily call it a gift," you laughed, "I think my mom forgot I was wearing heels."
"Ah if only there was a strong boyfriend around to carry you," he teased before bending down to take off your shoes.
As his fingers brushed your ankle you could have sworn you would have fallen over if his other hand wasn't wrapped securely around your calf.
"Jason I can do that," you whined.
His smirk told you exactly how much he didn't want you to do that.
"Yeah I know but then I couldn't do this," he replied leaning forward to place a kiss just below your knee.
You let out a very unladylike noise.
His eyebrows raised curiously as he looked up at you with a smug smile.
Your cheeks flared and to distract yourself you kicked his thigh with your now bare feet.
"I thought you said you were going to carry me."
"As you wish," he agreed smoothly before bending down to offer you his back.
As your arms wrapped around his neck you couldn’t help but notice how amazing he smelled.
You inhaled deeply to try and calm your racing heart.
Jason glanced sideways at you before asking, "Are you comfortable?"
"Never better," you managed to say before resting your face against his back.
His very muscular back you might add.
The two of you walked in silence, enjoying each other's company.
However, it occurred to you that this might be the only chance to be completely alone with him and openly express yourself.
You couldn't deny your heart fluttered at the thought.
"Jason?" you called, causing him to glance at you.
"Yes?"
"I've never met anyone like you..." you hesitated trying to work up the courage to speak the truth.
You'd barely known him a week and you were sure this went against everything in the contract.
Still, you figured you owed him honesty.
"and it's just...we've only known each other for a short period and I don't think I'm being completely fair to you if I don't say this."
"What is it, sweetheart?" Jason asked in confusion.
"I like you," you admitted quietly, praying that he wouldn't drop you and run away, "and I know it goes against your contract and I can pay you an extra fee if that's true... well I might have to go to the bank and..."
But before you could say anything else Jason gently placed you on the ground dropping your shoes to the side.
He then moved so that you stood in front of him.
"Sweetheart, please relax," Jason whispered, looking you straight in the eye. "I like you too."
Your breath caught in your chest as he continued.
"And screw the contract."
He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.
You blinked twice as your brain took a second to process what he just said. As his kiss became more insistent you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to deepen it.
"I swear to the gods I will burn that piece of paper, just keep kissing me like that" Jason breathed once the kiss broke apart.
"I like the sound of that," you agreed with a laugh pulling him back down.
This time when Jason kissed you, he didn't pull away, instead he ran his hands up and down your dress as he explored your mouth.
When the need for air came, he reluctantly moved back, keeping one of his hands resting on your waist as you looked into his eyes.
"I like when your hair is down," he murmured before pulling out the pins that held your hair in place.
He ran his fingers through the strands as they fell, framing your face.
"And this color," he said, moving his hands to grasp the fabric resting against your butt pulling you closer to him. "You picked this just for me sweetheart."
You laughed as he kissed your neck lightly.
"Maybe," you said as he added another kiss to the skin of your neck.
"Oh trust me," he said, "I know it was for me."
You giggled again as his teeth nipped at your skin and he pulled away to look at you.
"I probably shouldn't ravish you too much," he said, smiling brightly down at you, "we have a party to catch after all."
"That we do," you answered as you moved to get on his back.
Jason smirked.
"I think I can do better than a piggyback ride," he said, motioning you towards him.
You shook your head as you moved toward him
"Is this necessary?" you asked teasingly when he bent down to pick you up bridal style.
"Nope," he replied simply before sweeping you off your feet, "but it sure is fun."
You laughed as you buried your face against his neck.
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Adam was sitting on a couch, idly strumming the strings of his guitar which, to be perfectly honest he didn’t need to because it was already fucking perfect, but still. It was one of the few things that calmed him so whoever tried to give him shit for it would get a fuck you.
“Adam! I’m back~” Came the singsong voice of Lucifer, King of Hell himself and the bitch who made him fall.
Fucking asshole.
“Fucking finally” Adam glanced up from his guitar, turning his head to properly have the man in his sighs “You and those dumbs cunts left me alone for the whole fucking day.”
Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “You know, you could also come visit the hotel with us instead of sitting on your ass all day?”
“Fuck no.” Adam was quick to disagree. “I literally tried to destroy that shitty hotel why the fuck would I even want to go back?” Not to mention the fact that the residents, most likely, wouldn’t be thrilled by his general presence.
Lucifer shrugged. “Fine then, be a mopey sack of shit.” Lucifer walked around the couch and flicked his hand, the bag disappearing with a bit of magic and being replaced with a plate of ribs that he placed on the table. “Eve though I should give you these since you’ve been rather pissy as of late.” Lucifer stepped back and straightened out his coat, causing what looked like strands of hair to fall off-
Hair?
Adam sat up a bit straighter and sniffed the air.
Oh this fucking-
Lucifer yelped as he suddenly pulled into Adam’s lap, guitar disappearing in a flash of light to make room. Adam wrapped his hands around the devil’s torso and started to rub his cheek against Lucifer’s own. “Adam?” Lucifer chuckled. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Shut the fuck up, stay quiet, and don’t fucking move.” Adam pulled his lips back into a snarl and Lucifer, wisely, decided to stay still.
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“Oh come on Lil, I’m sure nothing bad happened!” Eve said, walking hand in hand with the first woman. “Adam is a really big softy when you get to know him!”
Lilith glanced at Eve and sighed, bringing a hand up to rub at her face. “Look, Eve, I trust you but respectfully you haven’t seen him for hundreds of thousands of years. Plus, he and Lucifer don't have the best history with each other.”
“I know,” Eve’s smile turned melancholic. “It hurt to see how much he changed, he was so sweet and kind, he wasn’t perfect but he was my husband.” Eve’s smile dropped as she took a breath and let it go, before a small, genuine smile reappeared. “But that’s behind us now, and now that he’s no longer in Heaven, we have eternity to rebuild, don’t we?”
Lilith stared down at what many believed to be the first woman, an indecipherable emotion in her eyes. She questioned how such a kind and pure woman managed to come from Adam of all people, before shaking her head. “Fine.” She sighed. “But if he does something to Lucifer I’m punting him.”
Eve giggled. “Of course, I never said you couldn’t.”
When they got home, they paused. Eve blinked, a hand reaching up to cover her lips as she stared in gleeful surprise while a confused scowl appeared on Lilith’s face.
“Heeey girls!” Lucifer waved at the two, before quickly dropping that back to his side to pacify Adam. The mentioned First Man was busy rubbing his face into the crook of Lucifer’s neck with a plate of (surprisingly) untouched ribs left in front of the two.
“Eve what the fuck is he doing-”
“He’s marking his territory!” Eve squealed and ran forward, letting go of Lilith’s hands and jumped onto the crouch and onto both Lucifer and Adam in the process. Adam lifted his head as Eve shifted herself into his lap and he sniffed her once then scowled, extending a wing before closing it over her.
Lilith stood off to the side, arms crossed and thoroughly perplexed at what she’s seeing. “Adam.” She called, causing the fallen to glance towards her for a brief second. “Do you have any plans to release my husband anytime soon?”
She sighed when Adam didn’t respond, before the pleading eyes of Eve stared at her from over the edge of Adam’s wing.
She scowled.
Eve made her eyes bigger.
She stood there for a moment, thoroughly determined to not involve herself. Which ultimately failed as her walls crumbled and she sighed, walking around the cough and standing in front of the only part of Adam’s lap currently unoccupied she considered if she was really about to do this.
She sat down.
Adam freezed under her weight, before wrapping a wing around her as well.
That was the day that they discovered Adam, First Man and most recent fallen, was apparently incredibly territorial when it involved who smelled like who.
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could u do a uni professor aizawa and a student reader where she goes to a cafe that’s not well known sometimes and orders something and sits in the corner and just breaks down once in a while late at night (the cafe is 24/7). And on one of those nights her professor (aizawa) comes in and takes to her and tells her to let it all out on him and pretend she doesn’t know him. ❤️❤️
A+
word count: 2k
summary: he usually hates his students. what makes you so different?
warning: 18+; taboo relationships; teacher x student; masturbation; manipulation; age gap; kidnapping; noncon touching; strict professor aizawa; determined izuku
a/n: my hubbyyyy ! wanted to try a new writing format now that I’m back :) enjoy my luvvies <3 i'll proofread in the morning as alwaysss
Yandere! Professor Aizawa couldn't care any less about his students.
He is solely there to make sure they pass and keep it pushing.
But he doesn't make it easy for them either.
He's known on campus for having ridiculously high standards for his students, therefore he's a tough grader.
So when you showed up, you were no different from his other students.
Anxious whenever you stepped into his class. Worried that you'd maybe fail or do something he wouldn't approve of.
You made sure to not step out of line in any way. You'd never ask questions when you needed to, scared of being degraded. There were times when you even had to use the restroom but held it because you knew that if you stepped out for even a second, you'd miss plenty of information that he wouldn't be willing to repeat just for you.
His obsession (unbeknownst to him) began when he noticed that you often visited the cafe he did.
A small cafe that barely anybody he knew personally went to. It was a cozy, dimly lit cafe that nestled in a quiet corner of the city.
It was nearly always empty, with only a few patrons scattered about, absorbed in their own conversations and treats.
Most importantly; none of his students went there.
He purposely avoided going to places he knew his students went to in order to avoid small talk. He found it to be stress inducing.
It also gave him some peace and quiet. A chance for him to relax on the weekends.
Every Sunday, he would go in, order the same coffee, and sit down in the same corner booth by the same window. Usually fixated on a small notebook filled with incomprehensible scribbles.
His unruly black hair would be up in a ponytail, strands falling messily in front of his eyes.
Every Sunday, you would come in, order the same tea, and sit down in the booth across from him.
From what he saw, you never noticed him. Once your head was in your laptop, it never came out.
Whenever he would walk by your booth, he would see clearly what you were so focused on.
You were studying the material for his class.
He was surprised since majority of this students turn in work only a couple hours before the due date every Monday morning.
He hated rushed work.
But you took time out of your weekend to actually get things done.
He respected it.
Not long after, the sight of you became... delicate to him.
During tests he gave the class, he would sit behind his desk, appearing to be busy with a stack of papers.
His attention wasn't on the papers.
It was on you.
His diligent, hard-working student that sat in the middle of the classroom.
His favorite pastime was pretending to grade assignments when in reality he would steal glances at you. Gawking of your cuteness.
The way you bit your lip in concentration, or the subtle tap of your pen against the desk when deep in thought, he couldn't forget whenever you'd glance up at the clock and a hint of worry would cross your face as you realized time ticked away.—it all fascinated him.
So imagine how much he hated putting in your final grade for that test; A D.
That next Sunday at the cafe, you sat alone at the booth again. This time, you were just resting your head on your hand, forcing yourself to eat a whole bunch of pastries in an attempt to make yourself feel better.
Your hands trembled as you clutched the sheet of paper with the big D in the top corner in red ink.
Tears welled in your eyes, blurring the harsh feedback on the test you'd received not too long ago. The harsh reality of your impending failure in Professor Aizawa's class weighed heavily on your shoulders.
You bit your lip to stifle a sob, your breaths coming in uneven bursts. As the tears streamed down your cheeks, you barely noticed the figure approaching the table you were sitting at. It was none other than Professor Aizawa himself.
It was him. His appearance was difference, you almost didn't recognize him. You couldn't tell if it was from the fact that you sat so far away from him majority of the time, maybe you just weren't used to seeing him up close.
You'd never seen him with his hair out of his face either. The scar under his right eye made him look more intimidating than he already was. But he was still handsome.
"May I sit down?" he asked softly, his voice more comforting than you'd ever heard it in class.
You nodded, unable to trust your own voice. You quickly wiped your tears with the back of your hand and tried to hide the crumpled test paper, but it was too late. He'd already seen why you were in so much distress.
He settled into the chair across from your, his eyes fixed on your face. He was still very intense, but the way he spoke, you could tell that he was being nice.
"I thought you could use some company."
You attempted to smile, but it came out as a quiver of your lips. "Professor Aizawa, I... I don't know what to do. I'm on the verge of failing your class."
He leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. "Failing is a part of learning, darling," he said, his voice carrying some tenderness. "It doesn't define your worth."
You nodded, your tears subsiding slightly as his words offered a glimmer of hope. "I'm just so embarrassed..." you admitted, your voice trembling.
He leaned back, his arms in his lap. He contemplated on reaching out and gently placing a hand on yours. He needed to know if your skin was warm and soft. "Don't be," he said. "I believe in your potential more than you know. You just need to focus on how you're going to rise from the defeat."
You looked into his eyes, your heart fluttering as you saw a depth of emotion you'd never expected to see from the man.
That vulnerable moment seemed to draw the two of you closer.
Whenever you struggled with any assignments, you wouldn't hesitate to approach Professor Aizawa for help.
Surprisingly,, he offered to tutor you outside of class hours. Your first study date being at the cafe of course.
Opposed from his usual style of teaching in the classroom, with you he would patiently explain the work until you were able to grasp it.
Weeks went by and the tutoring sessions became a regular occurrence. Aizawa's hard exterior cracked more little by little with every meeting.
You found yourself not only excelling in his class but also developing a bond with him.
Soon enough boundaries were broken between student and teacher when you found the interactions not stopping at academic matters.
You both shared interests in books, music, art, food. And naps.
One evening, after another successful session of studying, he suggested you both go to a local jazz club to unwind.
You agreed with a smile on your face.
He was thrilled at the thought of spending more time with you.
His little secret.
Sometimes he believed he was way too old to be crushing on some girl. Let alone a student of his.
But those thoughts didn't threaten to bother his mind when he was watching you. Nor when he was in his bed at night, his cock in his hand, pumping up and down to the thought of ruining you.
Fucking his load back into you when it leaks out while making you ride his big cock.
That's why he loved to sleep.
He loved to dream.
One afternoon, as you both strolled through a park, the leaves crunching beneath their feet, Aizawa finally acknowledged the truth he had been avoiding.
He'd fallen in love with you.
He knew what he was admitting to was wrong. He swore to himself that his students would never be anything more than just his students.
Why did you have to come into his life and ruin that?
But he couldn't lie to himself any longer.
You both sat on a bench, engrossed in an adorable conversation about your pet guinea pig back at home.
Unbeknownst to you, a male classmate, who'd been had been harboring a secret crush on you for some time, was watching you.
He was a little bit of a nerd, you couldn't lie. You had no interest in him, so you rejected him as politely as you could. He often watched you from afar, admiring your dedication and kindness.
Today, curiosity had gotten the better of him. He'd seen you and Aizawa from a distance, and unable to control his urge to know more, he approached you two, unaware of the true nature of your relationship with the older man.
"Hey!" Midoriya called out with a friendly smile, causing both you and Aizawa to look up in surprise.
Your cheeks flushed slightly as you greeted him awakrdly, "Hi, Deku. What brings you here?"
His smile widened as he approached. "I was just passing by and saw you."
Aizawa couldn't hide his annoyance. He had been enjoying a moment with you only for another student of his to come and ruin it. He shoud be more worried that he's being seen with you outside of class, but he was more bothered that the green-haired kid couldn't take a hint.
Nevertheless, he maintained his stoic demeanor.
You tried to defuse the tension by coming up with a lie. "Yeah, I was walking in the park and saw Professor Aizawa so I decided that instead of waiting till Monday, I could ask a question for an upcoming assignment..."
Aizawa nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly. You were a terrible liar.
Midoriya took a seat beside you. "Oh, you could've asked me too, y'know! Do you still have my number?"
You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much you should reveal. "Um, no, Deku-"
Aizawa's irritation grew, and he decided to steer the conversation "Midoriya," he started, "Shouldn't you be studying for that retake? You wouldn't want to have an F in my class, would you?"
Midoriya's eyes widened and he shook his head, bowing a few times. "Of course not, Sir! I'll be sure to not disappoint you!"
He excused himself, leaving you and Aizawa alone once more, but not after handing you a piece of paper with his number on it.
Aizawa knew he needed to act sooner than later.
Beneath his calm exterior, a dark obsession was slowly taking hold of his heart.
Aizawa’s initial admiration turned into something much more sinister when he found himself becoming possessive of you, unable to bear the thought of you being with anyone else.
He began to watch your every move, studying your interactions with other students and teachers.
With time, his actions became more extreme. He started to manipulate situations to ensure that he was always the one by your side.
Asking you to stay after class, keeping you out for longer than you’d hoped.
Out of seemingly nowhere, his obsession reached its peak.
The thought of you being away from him any longer, he finally made the decision to keep you.
He snuck into your dorm, his heart pounding as he’d never don’t anything like this before. But he trusted himself.
He didn’t pay to watch those kidnapping tutorial videos for nothing.
He picked the locked carefully and silently entered your room.
You were sleeping peacefully. He touched your hand and you were so warm.
Just like he expected.
His hands went up to caress your cheek, then you stirred. Your eyes fluttering open, only to be met with the sight of your professor looming over you.
Fear gripped your heart as you realized the danger you were in. You tried to scream, but he swiftly covered your mouth, his grip firm and unyielding.
He whispered in your ear, his voice dripping with affection.
“I really wish I could love you the normal way. But you’re gonna have to get used to… whatever this is.
“Now behave and I’ll let you keep that A+.”
You wished that was the least of your worries.
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chapter sixteen — an old and hungry yearning
➝ cassie has a problem and only one person can fix it
➝ word count: 5,5k
➝ warnings: cursing, smut
➝ author’s note: okay, this is my favorite chapter ever. enjoy!
19 WEEKS
The baby is working on their five senses. He has already learned to suck and now adds swallowing to their bag of tricks. And of course, baby is very busy moving around!
— And we have to organize accreditations for the second part of the season, so we don't have any problems, especially in Malaysia. We don’t want a repeat of last time when we didn’t have enough paddock passes for all of the Petronas executives that decided to come to the motorhome… Cassie, are you paying attention?
Cassie blinked, turning her attention back to Victoria, who was leaning against the edge of Cassie’s desk. Cassie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and tried to hide her blush.
— Yeah, of course — she replied.
Victoria raised an eyebrow.
— Are you sure?
— Yes, why? You were talking about Malaysia.
— You seem a little distant today. Are you okay?
— I’m just a little tired, it’s not a big deal — Cassie lied, giving a small smile.
If only it was simple fatigue that Cassie was feeling, which could be resolved by getting up and walking around or splashing some cold water on her face, but what she was actually feeling was much more complicated to resolve, especially considering the status of her current relationship.
She was horny. Very horny.
It started a few days ago, and she was wondering whether or not it would happen to her or not. All of the pregnancy websites and books she’d read warned of the possibility of increased libido in the second trimester. It had finally come to pass for Cassie. It was subtle at first, like an inconvenient itch, but easy to ignore. However, that particular afternoon, it was nearly unbearable, to the point where she couldn't focus on anything other than the way her heart seemed to be pounding, sending all of her blood to the sensitive areas of her body.
— Good afternoon, ladies — a familiar voice said. Cassie turned her head to see Toto striding into the marketing area with a wide smile on his face. It was enough to send a jolt of arousal straight between her legs, giving her a full-body shiver — How are you?
— We’re doing alright, Toto. Just discussing VIP accreditations for the Asian races. Cassie said she’s a little tired today.
Toto smiled when he saw Cassie nod in agreement with her boss.
— Growing an entire human being is not easy. Cassie has every right to feel tired — Toto said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes — In fact, I'd like to talk to her. Can I borrow her for a few minutes?
— She's all yours — Victoria said, a pleasant smile on her face. Cassie stood up easily still, but she was sure those days would be coming to an end, given the way her belly seemed to be growing larger by the day.
He walked her slowly through the cubicles toward the hallway, where they would be away from the eyes of her colleagues, who always seemed curious about how close Cassie and Toto were. When they stopped at the entrance to the marketing office, she noticed him looking at her with a small smile on his face.
— Is there a problem?
— No, Cassie — Toto replied, caressing her belly with his fingers, his thumb grazing the white fabric of her shirt. — I just wanted to see how you are today. Well, you and Ingrid.
She should be used to that Toto touching her like that by that point, after all, she was carrying his daughter. However, even the lightest of touches from Toto sent a wave of heat down her legs. “Focus”, Cassie thought, smiling at the man in front of her.
— I'm a little tired, but your daughter is doing just fine.
The answer made him frown.
— If you’re tired, do you want to cancel dinner tonight? I don’t mind, and I don’t want you wearing yourself out cooking for us.
— No, no, we should still have dinner — she replied quickly — I wasn’t planning on cooking anyway. I wanted to order pizza… I’ve been craving the ham and pineapple pizza from Bella Italia.
He raised an eyebrow.
— Have you ever eaten that pizza?
— The Tropicale? Yes, twice this week. Your daughter's fault.
Toto laughed.
— I thought you hated pineapple on your pizza.
— You see that your daughter continues to surprise us every day.
He moved closer, his face inches from hers. With her eyes traveling between Toto's dark eyes and lips, Cassie was studying how wrong it would be if she kissed him there, in that hallway.
— Our daughter, Cassandra. Ingrid is as much yours as mine.
— Our daughter — she repeated, something warm spreading through her body.
A few seconds later, Toto took a step back and took the hand that was resting on her stomach into his pocket.
— Well, I'll be at your flat at seven, okay?
— Perfect.
He took one last look at her stomach with a smile. Such a simple gesture sent an electric shock through Cassie's body, her skin burning as if she had a fever.
— See you later, Cassandra — the team principal said, before walking past her and heading down the hallway.
— See you later — Cassie murmured, staring at the muscles of his upper back moving under his Oxford shirt. “If I haven't gone crazy by then”, she thought to herself, as she slowly walked back to her cubicle, where Victoria was waiting to continue talking about the accreditations for the race in Malaysia.
When Cassie got back to her flat, she looked around and let out a heavy sigh. It even looked like a hurricane had passed through there, scattering cups, plates, paper, books and magazines everywhere, as well as some toys that she had already insisted on buying for Ingrid.
She dropped her bag on the credenza just inside of her front door and started trying to organize her flat. The clutter made it even harder to think straight, on top of the brain fog and the other distractions. She rounded up a stack of books, papers, and magazines, setting them in the basket next to her sofa she used for reading material. After that, she collected the few dirty dishes she hadn’t remembered to put in the kitchen, and set aside a few things she’d ordered online for the baby in the pile of things that would eventually go to Toto’s house.
Sitting down on the armrest of the sofa, she smiled a little when she realized that the place was more or less decent. “Now, let’s get to dinner”, Cassie thought, picking up her phone and opening Deliveroo to order their pizza.
She was finishing setting the table with the cutlery and glasses when the apartment doorbell rang. As she opened the door, she smiled widely.
— Delivery for Misses Aldersey and Wolff — Toto said, in a formal voice, holding up the two pizza boxes — That must be you?
— Yes, that's us — she laughed, taking the boxes from his hands and indicating with her head for him to enter the apartment — How did you...
— I met the delivery guy downstairs. I asked who the pizza was for and he said it was for Cassie, so I decided to take care of it myself. In fact, I already paid, so you don't need to worry about that.
She placed the boxes on the dining table and turned to him.
— Toto, I already told you not to pay for things for me.
— Cassie…
— It’s just pizza, it’s not an enormous expense.
He approached her, his expression turning serious.
— I know. But at the same time, I want to help you — Toto said, placing one of his hands on the side of her belly. The touch caused heat to rise to her cheeks — I told you at the beginning of this process that I would be by your side and support you through everything, no matter how small of a matter it is. We're in this together, remember?
She smiled.
— I do.
— Good — he said, moving his hand away from her belly, a strange feeling of emptiness taking over the spot where he was touching her — Shall we eat?
After settling in at the small dining table, Cassie opened the boxes, revealing the steaming pepperoni and pineapple ham pizza. The sight made her mouth water.
— Let me get it for you — Toto said, taking the pizza cutter and carefully breaking the dough. The concentration in his brown eyes, as well as the tip of his tongue appearing in the corner of his mouth as he tried to take the slice to her plate, made a memory hit her hard, like a wave crashing violently against the rocks.
It was the same expression that was on his face the night Ingrid was conceived, when he was straddling her body, his hips pounding against hers. The concentration with which he watched her writhing in pleasure had been marked in her memory, as well as the words he whispered to her, accompanied by the most delicate kisses she had ever received in her life.
“You are going to be the most beautiful mother in the world”.
“I can’t wait to see your belly grow”.
“I will give you a child, Cassie, I promise you”.
She brought her hand to her belly, in a quiet acknowledgement of him fulfilling his promise, between the sheets of her bed, as she moaned his name, begging not just for relief, but for him.
— Cassie?
She blinked, feeling heat rush through her body.
— Yeah? — she replied, a little lost.
— Do you want some chili flakes? — Toto asked, holding up the shaker.
— No, no. Thank you. I’ll already have heartburn later — Cassie replied, cutting herself a small piece of her pizza. The smoked fattiness of the ham combined with the slight sweetness and acidity of the pineapple and the slight heat of the pepper made her sigh.
— Apparently your pizza is good — Toto said with a smile.
— Excellent. Want some?
— No, thanks. I'd rather leave it to you two.
Cassie smiled, turning her attention back to her plate, trying to ignore the heat she was feeling. A few seconds of silence later, Toto suddenly dropped the cutlery.
— Ah, I need to show you something — he said, taking the phone out of his pants pocket — I received an email from that decorator I told you about, about the nursery. She asked me for some references of what we want and I put together these photos to send to her, but I wanted to know what you think.
Cassie took the phone from Toto and looked at the screen. He had pulled up images of nurseries that looked clean and modern, but still welcoming. In one of them, the crib was placed against a wall, and opposite it was a large, comfortable armchair, with a lamp next to it. In the other photo, there was a kind of bench with shelves underneath, where toys and books were placed.
— You scroll through to see more — Toto said, before taking a sip of water. Sliding her finger across the screen, Cassie analyzed the rest of the references that Toto had set aside for their daughter's room. A large closet, shelves, pictures on the walls.
— Very nice — she murmured, returning the phone.
— Of course, it's nothing definitive, there are some things I'd like to see with you if it makes sense, since, for the first few months, we're going to share this space and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible in it.
Cassie took another bite of pizza, watching Toto talk about his ideas for their daughter's room. She wasn't paying attention to any words he was saying, her eyes busy analyzing the way he gestured with his hands, his slender fingers moving in the air.
The memory of them touching her skin gently, removing her hand from the spot between her legs, and massaging her clit that night made Cassie press her legs together. In her chest, her heart was beating heavily, an overwhelming heat coursing across her skin.
In her mind, the scenes repeated themselves slowly, like a movie that Cassie had already watched several times but she couldn't get enough of, rewatching each scene to find details that she hadn't noticed before. She could remember the moment Toto finally entered her, his eyes fixed on hers as he eased himself inside her, his bottom lip between his teeth. His concern for her pleasure was seared into her memory.
She wanted more.
— Cassie? — he asked — Is everything okay?
Turning her attention to the table they were dining at, she smiled.
— Yes, yes, I was just… Thinking.
— May I know what you were thinking about?
“How good it felt to have sex with you”, Cassie replied mentally, taking a sip of water.
— What it will be like to bring Ingrid into her nursery for the first time.
Toto reached across the table, taking Cassie’s fingers in his.
— If I can say so, I'm really looking forward to that day. I'm sure she'll love every little thing we think of for her.
Looking into his eyes, Cassie seemed to see something beyond simple affection or appreciation. It was more tender, warm. “This has to be love”, she thought, pursing her lips and pulling her hand back.
But surely she was just imagining it.
— In fact, I scheduled a meeting with the decorator at my house, so she could take measurements and talk about ideas for the room. It will be on Saturday morning, around ten. Would you like to come? I’d love for you to be there.
— Oh, yeah, that would be great — she replied, cutting another piece of pizza — I have to make sure you don't paint the entire room pink or put unicorns on the walls.
Toto laughed.
— Something against the color pink and unicorns?
— We definitely don't need to be cliché at this point, Toto.
— But Ingrid will be our little girl, Cassie...
— Little girls don’t need a pink nursery.
He stared at her for a few seconds.
— What is your favorite color?
— Aqua. And yours?
— Orange.
Cassie raised an eyebrow.
— I thought it was baby blue.
— I also like blue, but orange has an inexplicable power. It is more mysterious than red and more revealing than yellow. Orange is comforting and cozy, especially those darker, coppery tones — he explained, his eyes fixed on her. It even seemed like there was something hidden between the lines of his words, but Cassie couldn't understand what, but it was exciting to imagine.
In fact, everything Toto did excited her. His mere presence, in front of her, with the sleeves of his baby blue dress shirt pulled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undone, excited her. She keenly felt the effect he had on her physically, in the way her muscles were tense, her mouth dry and her pulse pounding in her ears.
He was driving her crazy.
— Would you like orange in her room? — Cassie asked softly.
— We can talk about that on Saturday with the decorator — he replied, looking at her plate — Would you like more pizza?
She looked down and then at him.
— No, no. I'm full.
— Are you sure? — Toto questioned, an expression of concern on his face — You didn’t eat much.
— I'm fine, Toto, really — she replied.
— You don’t look like it. You look flushed…
Cassie put her hands on her cheeks and immediately noticed how hot they felt. “Fuck”, she thought, noticing how the blouse she was wearing was sticking to her skin due to sweat.
— I'm just warm, it’s been happening a lot lately. Hormones, you know — she said, forcing a smile — Would you mind if I took a quick shower?
— No, of course not. I’ll get things in here cleaned up, okay?
— Okay — Cassie said, getting up and walking to the bathroom, focusing on her own breathing and not on the way her body pulsed. After she entered the cubicle and closed the door, she let out a sigh. Ripping off her clothes, she tied up her hair haphazardly and got into the shower, turning on the cold water tap.
Holding back a scream, Cassie allowed, with her jaw clenched, the cold spray to wet her skin. The contrast between the temperature of the water and her body made her more alert, the heat slowly dissipating. However, as soon as she started washing herself, her mind was invaded again by lewd images, all starring the same man.
Cassie could imagine Toto following her into the shower, standing behind her and placing kisses on the curve of her neck. As he whispered in her ear, he would take the soap from her hand and slowly slide it across her skin, lathering every part of her body, paying special attention to her swollen breasts and belly.
— My angel — Cassie could hear Toto saying.
His hands would go down to the point between her legs, where he would find her completely wet. With his middle finger drawing tortuous circles against her clit, he would slowly bring her to orgasm, kissing and biting her shoulder. The imagination was a powerful thing; she could practically feel his hands on her, as if he was actually there.
Bringing her wet hands to her face, Cassie tried to come back to reality, finding herself in a worse state than she had been in before stepping into the shower. She was almost melting under the cold water, her body begging for attention, and strangely, for relief.
She knew there was only one way to get it.
Turning off the shower, Cassie dried off quickly and wrapped herself haphazardly in a gray bath towel. After letting her hair down and running her fingers through it quickly, she took one last breath. Then, she opened the bathroom door and walked into the living room, still barefoot. Toto was sitting on the sofa, looking at something on his cell phone when he looked up at her.
They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.
— Is there a problem, Cassie? — he asked.
— Yes.
— What happened?
— I need you.
He blinked.
— What?
Cassie let go of where she was holding her towel closed, letting it fall into a pile around her feet.
Toto's eyes went wide as they roamed Cassie's entire body, taking in the changes since the last time he had seen her like this. In addition to her belly, her breasts were much larger, crowned by nipples darkened by hormones.
Usually, she felt a little embarrassed about the changes her body had gone through, but at that moment, in front of Toto, Cassie felt beautiful.
— Remember you said you would be by my side? — Cassie asked softly — That you said you would help me with anything I needed?
— Cassandra — Toto murmured, his voice almost scolding, as he stood up from the sofa, his eyes fixed on her.
— You said you would help me — she repeated, as he stood in front of her, a hesitant hand going up to her cheek — I need your help, Toto.
His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from Cassie's face, his eyes fixed on hers.
— With what?
— I'm horny.
— Horny…
— Yeah — she said, bringing her body closer to his, her nipples almost brushing against the fabric of his shirt — Very horny.
— Cassie — Toto murmured, as she took his hand and pressed it to her face.
— I haven't stopped thinking about you today. In the office, here — she whispered, feeling the musk of his cologne fill her nose — Especially here. All I could think about was how handsome you are. With that shirt then… Beautiful.
He let out a sigh, his fingers squeezing her skin.
— I was practically melting in my chair when we were talking during dinner. All I could think about was how much I want to feel you inside me again. I even went to take a cold shower to help calm myself down, but my imagination betrayed me — Cassie said, pressing her cheek against his palm — All I could think about was you using your fingers on me, making me come on them…
— Fuck — Toto whispered.
— I need you, Toto. Please — she said, looking up at him trying to make it clear enough what her sole desire at that moment was for him giving himself to her the same way he had months before.
— Are you sure, Cassandra? — he asked softly.
— Yes, Toto. Please. Help me.
After a few seconds of staring at her, Toto tilted Cassie's head gently, bringing his own lips to hers in a delicate, almost careful kiss. A few seconds later, it was up to her to wrap her arms around his neck and ask for passage to explore his mouth the way she wanted.
Feeling his hands slide over her skin for real, Cassie felt like she was combusting. Pressing her own body against his, she tried to lead him back onto the sofa, where they could continue more comfortably and without the obstacle of the height difference between them. However, Toto didn't move.
— What are you doing? — he asked, panting.
— Trying to push you back onto the couch…
— Why?
— How else are we going to have sex?
A giggle escaped his lips, his nose brushing hers.
— Cassie, we’re not going to have sex on your couch.
Cassie's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. He wasn't going to do this to her, he couldn't do that to her, not when she felt like she might melt into the ground or just burst into flames right then and there.
— Toto — she stammered, her eyes filling with tears. She felt like the frustration may be the end of her.
— I'm not going to have sex with you on a couch — he continued, bringing one of his hands to her face — Because my daughter's mother deserves better.
— You mean…
— Take me to your room, my angel.
With her shock dissolving into a smile, Cassie pulled Toto towards her again, leading him through the house towards her bedroom as she fought against the damn buttons on his shirt, only managing to undo two of them when she felt the edge of the mattress against the back of her legs.
— Lay down — he whispered, his intense gaze putting even more strength into what seemed like a polite request, but Cassie obeyed it like it was an order. She would do anything for him.
Still standing in front of her, Toto ripped off his own shirt hastily, not bothering with any of the buttons before running a hand through his hair after discarding it on the floor. Staring at his firm muscles, Cassie couldn't resist the urge to lift her foot to touch him, as if she needed to reassure herself that he was real.
— Like what you see? — he asked softly.
— I do — she replied, as her big toe reached his chest — You look like a god.
Holding Cassie's ankle, Toto smiled.
— A god, huh? — he asked, and Cassie nodded — Which one? Zeus?
She smiled.
— No. Apollo.
Toto kissed the side of her foot affectionately.
— Why?
— Because he was the one who gave the Greek Cassandra her gift — she replied, placing a hand on her own belly — In the same way that you’ve given me a gift.
Releasing her foot, Toto carefully placed himself over Cassie.
— You are my gift, Cassie — he whispered, his nose touching hers gently, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made her heart skip a beat. Placing her hands on Toto's face, she kissed him again, without the previous need and urgency she felt.
That night, he was all hers. As it had been once, so it was again.
Cassie didn't even notice when Toto grabbed a pillow, she only obliged when he asked her to raise her hips. He did his best to make her as comfortable as possible before he began trailing kisses down her neck, down towards her breasts. The pregnancy hormones had not only made them larger, but far more sensitive, which Toto noticed immediately, when Cassie moaned the second he touched his tongue to her nipple.
— Sensitive, my angel? — he asked, looking up at Cassie. She nodded fervently — Okay. I'll be gentle.
The delicacy with which he grazed his teeth and licked her areolas was capable of taking her to ecstasy in itself. There was no rush nor discomfort with the way he lavished attention on her body, one kiss at a time.
It wasn't long before Cassie began to feel the excitement becoming uncomfortable. She needed more, much more than just kisses and nibbles. She needed him. Shifting under Toto's body, it didn't take long for him to raise his face towards her.
— What’s wrong?
— I want to come — she whispered.
Toto smiled.
— And how do you want to come?
— It doesn’t matter — Cassie replied, feeling his hands slide towards her hips — I tried on my own but I couldn't...
— What did you use?
— My hand. And a toy.
— Neither of them worked?
She nodded, and Toto smiled mischievously at her.
— Do you want me to try?
— Please — Cassie whispered.
Without saying a word, Toto repositioned himself over her, spreading her legs wider to have better access to the spot between them. The touches started shy and soft, with kisses and nibbles on Cassie's inner thighs, while his eyes searched hers over the curve of her belly.
However, she couldn't keep them open as Toto began to maneuver his tongue carefully over her labia, his saliva mixing and spreading her natural lubrication. Bringing a hand up to his hair, a sharp moan escaped her lips as she felt him suck on her clit for a few seconds before letting go.
— Who were you thinking about? — he asked, while his thumb drew circles on her most sensitive spot, making her eyes flutter.
— What?
— When you tried to come alone, were you thinking about someone?
— I — Cassie began, trying to form a coherent sentence. But, there was some coherence in that moment, with Toto speeding up the movement of his finger, his eyes staring at her wickedly, watching the way he had her in his hands, exactly like in her fantasies.
— Come on, tell me. Who were you thinking about?
— Toto — she whimpered, something warm rising up the back of her thighs toward her belly, a subtle warning that explosion and relief were just around the corner.
— Maybe that was the problem, my angel — he murmured — Maybe you needed to think about someone. But now, you don’t have to. You can just leave everything to me.
Cassie felt Toto's tongue against her clitoris again, sliding softly over and around it. The movement was provocative, as if this was just a little game for him. Maybe it was, since he seemed very happy at that moment, listening to her loud moans. However, for Cassie, it was like being a few steps away from heaven, her legs shaking after so much effort to get there.
As he settled into a delicious intensity and rhythm, Cassie’s release came like a speeding train.
Cassie felt like she had been shattered into a million pieces. With her spine arched, she felt her abdomen tense, while her legs closed around Toto's head. Unintelligible moans came from her lips, words that had been lost on the way to being said.
In fact, there was nothing to say at that moment. Nothing was enough or adequate enough. And in a way, silence was enough. Well, not raw silence, as Cassie's labored breathing echoed off the walls of the room as her eyes stared up at the ceiling.
— Are you okay? — she heard Toto whisper. Searching his eyes, Cassie nodded. That made him smile — Want more?
— Please — she murmured in response.
Placing a kiss on the side of her knee, Toto got up from the bed and busied himself with unzipping his pants and sliding them down his legs with his underwear, and his underwear down his legs, revealing his erect cock. He sat down next to Cassie, sitting up with his back against her headboard and motioned for her to move toward him. He gently supported her hands as she draped one of her legs over his hips to straddle him.
The sight of him under her body, staring at her with his pupils dilated with desire made Cassie bite her lower lip, a shiver running across her skin. She couldn't even remember the last time someone had looked at her like that, as if they were standing before an altar, worshiping her.
— Can I? — Toto murmured, his hand moving up the inside of her thigh. He teased at Cassie’s entrance with his thumb.
Cassie nodded, raised her hips, aligning her entrance with his cock. He helped her guide the tip in as she gasped a bit from the sensation of the initial stretch. It wasn’t painful, no, but Cassie wasn’t sure what to expect as sensitive as she was. She breathed deeply as she lowered herself slowly, relishing the feeling of him entering inch by inch, sighing with relief when she was fully seated. Closing her eyes, she allowed a moan to escape her lips, as Toto gasped and sighed beneath her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Having him inside her in that position was something new for Cassie. Toto seemed bigger, almost impossible to accommodate, but at the same time, he fit perfectly, like he was made to be there. It almost felt too good — the stretch, the pressure, the warmth of him, all of her senses primed and piqued for this. She had heard that pregnancy sex was wonderful, but she hadn’t expected it to feel this good.
Lowering her head towards his, Cassie kissed Toto intensely, her hips moving clumsily and experimentally, without any sort of rhythm. She was trying to figure out what felt the best, but all of it did. Toto moaned against her mouth, bringing his hands to her face, holding her firmly as she pulled away slightly for air.
— My angel — he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. His breath was ragged and shaky.
— Yes?
— You feel so good, but… I need more…
Setting her hands on his shoulders, Cassie sat up imperiously, as if she had been given a mission. She moved in a meaningful rhythm that escalated from slow, deep thrusts to a quicker pace as she felt like she was getting closer. She felt Toto's hands moving up her belly towards her breasts, massaging them delicately.
— This is… Cassie — he moaned beneath her, his eyelids fluttering with each movement, with each thrust of her hips — Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop…
Without saying anything, she leaned in again, searching for Toto's lips as if they were the surface and she was looking for air to breathe. She had nothing to say, not when she felt like she was about to explode at any second.
— Yes, yes — she said breathlessly, as she slid her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone, letting her nipples brush against the skin of his bare chest — Fuck, Toto, this…
She felt every muscle in her body start to go taut, and then, a split second later, the world seemed to stop.
The wave that ran through Cassie's body made her let out a broken moan, her muscles trembling and her head lolling back. Her vision went white as every nerve in her body flooded with pleasure. It felt sublime.
However, not even her ecstasy made her stop moving her hips. Much more than amplifying her own sensation of pleasure, Cassie wanted to bring Toto with her. She wanted to feel him release inside her, just like the night they had conceived Ingrid.
And then, he came, moaning loudly as his hands squeezed her ass tightly, while Cassie slowed the pace, feeling a new shiver run through her body as she felt the heat of his pleasure inside her. When she finally stopped, she rested her forehead against his, absorbing the moment in silence.
A few moments later, Toto signaled her to get up from his lap, helping her to lie down on the bed next to him, her head positioned against his chest, listening to his heart slowing down.
— Feeling better? — Toto whispered, running his fingers gently down Cassie’s spine.
— Yes, much. Thank you.
— Of course. Do you need anything?
Cassie shifted, looking up into his eyes.
— I think I need to go to the bathroom, but that’s hardly surprising.
Toto chuckled, shaking his head.
— I was just making sure that you’re satisfied, because if you want more, I’d be happy to help… — he said, placing a hand on her belly and stroking it softly.
The gesture, which at other times was something that brought her security, this time, brought sadness.
She was completely and madly in love with him, and she was sure that was not reciprocated. Sure, they were having a child together, and had just had what was arguably the best sex of Cassie’s life, but all of it was in service of both of their desires, simply filling needs, not because they loved each other. After all, what possible reason could Toto have for falling in love with her, anyway?
— No, I'm fine. We are fine. Thanks.
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morning cuddles with João Felix?
A/n: this is short but I think it’s cute
WC: 1.2k
Life recently has been so chaotic I have been doing so much overtime at work to finish a big project which thankfully is finally done. Joao has been really busy too with the crazy schedule of games at the start of the new season. We have been able to spend a bit of time together but it has mostly been meeting for dinner somewhere when we both have a few hours free. Don't get me wrong I love having dinner dates with Joao but what I've really been craving is just sitting at home and doing nothing with him as I know we are both so exhausted. Joao has a few days off this week as the team don't have a game for a little while but the last few days I've still had work so we still haven't seen much of each other although he has made dinner every night. I've been a little jealous of him having time off as I haven't truly had a day off in ages but finally I can actually take the weekend off after finishing my project.
Knowing I'd have the weekend off I've been really looking forward to not being woken up by an alarm and getting to sleep in. Typically I woke up at the time my alarm would go off even though I hadn't set it my body is so used to the routine that I naturally woke up way too early for my liking. As I was about to turn over and go back to sleep I felt Joao's arm move from where it was rested around my waist up to my face where he gently stroked my cheek and moved some of my hair that had gone astray over night. I turned to face him just as he opened his eyes slightly although I could tell he was still a little delirious as he kept blinking to clear his vision.
"What are you doing awake you should be sleeping in" Joao said in his morning voice
"I just woke up my body is so used to getting up at this time I just woke up naturally" I said
"Well let's go back to sleep you deserve it plus I want to cuddle with you for once" he said
"I can't say not to more sleep and cuddles" I smiled
Joao was quick to pull me as close as humanly possible and wrap his arms around me so tightly I nearly couldn't breathe. Some people would hate to cuddle like that but I love to have Joao as close as possible as we have to be apart quite often so having him close it me always feels so comforting. My head nuzzled itself into Joao's neck as it was comfy and I found myself playing the the hair on the back of his neck and head which was so soft and slightly wavy from where he'd slept on it. He gently traced shapes on my side until my eyes started to feel heavy and I drifted back off to sleep.
I was sleeping peacefully until I felt something wet all over my face in my sleep which woke me up. For a second I wondered if Floki had made his way into our bedroom but then I decided that it couldn't be as he always runs about and stands on me on in the mornings and there wasn't enough noise either. As my eyes opened I was met with Joao's face right in front of mine pressing a kiss on my nose. Once he realised that I was awake he got more aggressive with his kisses all over my face which made me giggle but then he started tickling me instead which made me laugh even harder. He knows exactly where I'm the most ticklish so of course he had to focus on those spots and tickle me until I was gasping for air. Eventually he did stop and when he did he flopped down on top of me so I used my chance to tickle him as although he says he's not ticklish he definitely is.
Once we had both stopped our assaults on each other we just laid down together with Joao resting on top of me while I played with his hair. Playing with Joao's hair is one of my favourite past times I love running my hands through it and scratching his head sometimes I put his hair up in different styles too but he often complains that it hurts when I do that. This morning I couldn't resist braiding the few stray strands of Joao's hair; for once he actually let me as he was too distracted playing with the edge of his shirt that I wore to bed.
"I don't ever want to move from this position" Joao said
"I'm happy to stay here for the rest of the day" I said
"Good because you're not going anywhere" he laughed holding me tighter
"What do you think our lives will be like in 5 years?" Joao randomly asked
"I don't know so much has changed over the last year that I would've never predicted but I'd like for us to have settled somewhere" I said
"I hope we stay here I really love it here the city and the team are so great but whatever happens as long as you're with me I know everything will be ok" he said
"What do you think our relationship will be like then?" I asked
"I'd love for us to be married and thinking about starting a family but that's only if that's what you want" he said
"I'd love to get married and have kids with you one day when the time is right" I said so he didn't get any ides just yet
"I'll wait as long as you need amor until then we can just practice" he said
That earned Joao a slap on the back of the head but he just laughed and continued to talk about life. We discussed loads of things like my ideal proposal, how our wedding would be and how many kids we would like. It was fun talking about the future with Joao, although we've talked about all of this before that was before all of the changes to our lives and things are different now plus we are older so it's good to know we are still on the same page. After talking about all of those serious topics we moved on to talking about what we are going to do with the rest of today and tomorrow as those are the only days we both have off. Both of us wanted at least one lazy day so we decided seeing as we'd spent a while in bed already today would be our day to relax.
After a while of cuddling together watching tv Joao randomly got out of bed and went downstairs. I wondered where he had gone and why until he came back upstairs holding a tray of pastries and two plates. He had ordered breakfast for us from my favourite bakery in town which we both very much enjoyed in bed. When we were done we went right back to cuddling. I think this has been my favourite day in a long time as I've missed spending time with Joao so getting to do nothing but soak up the cuddles I've missed out on is exactly what I've been craving.
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‘Ello~ :D hope you are well and I want to say that I like reading your stuff, it’s very nice and entertaining when I’m bored at school
Anyway, um, I do have a request (I offer a side quest :3) and you can write it or not, I won’t mind it at all
Something along the lines of “Reader somehow gets lost and is stranded out in the wilderness, scared of a lot of things and nearly dies when Arthur shows up and take them back to camp”
Again, can write it, or not ._. I won’t mind it at all and respect your decision :3
𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒈𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)
𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓! gn!reader . arthur is taller than reader, reader is a crybaby . age gap(?) . maybe ooc arthur . gunshot mention . not proofread
vazey was an 1800s term for stupid im sure,, correct if im wrong too!!
u wouldn't go back home, not back to emerald ranch, anyway. you hated that little town with every fibre of ur being. it had no opportunity for u or that u liked, really. ur mother passed away when u were young, leaving only u and ur father. yet, he did well raising u, turning out to be quite the goody-two shoes. until he passed away a few months ago. it was always the good folk that died young. and oh, how u missed them dearly every day.
now in ur early 20s, u were keen to help out with Seamus's farm, u also knew he had some... business going on there too but you barely had any more inclination of anything more. but the other people that helped out? they were mean to u. so, so mean. they had more experience, calling u vazey every chance they got, even if u did majority of the work. every mean comment would have ur eyes glossed with tears, and u? u were a sensitive soul. a crybaby.
only now that u realised u were lost in the wilderness. and u were terrified, already spent the last savings for food but that was gone by now. u were even more terrified to ur core knowing that u were on the run from a small gang of outlaws who were known as the o'driscoll boys. they were a mean bunch. an evil bunch, even. terrorising anyone that crossed their path and this time, it was u. and u were helpless. they were no match for u.
"n-no, please! i don't want any trouble, jus' please- let me go!" u said with a shaky breath, tears running down ur cheeks as u met their gaze before u were harshly pushed to the ground. but of course, the o'driscolls were the type of men to take what they want, when they want.
"nah, yer quite the fine thing we got ahold of.. lucky fer us, 'course." he purred, his friens laughing as they stood behind him. oh, u felt powerless, the tears continuously dripping down ur face from fear and panic, ur heart was even pounding a lot more than before. u had no idea how u were getting out of this, if u were getting out of this. as u squeezed ur eyes shut preparing urself for the worst to come... but it didn't. but u immediately covered ur eyes after hearing gunshots fright in front of u. there was alot of grunting, gunshots and knives being thrown.
u finally opened ur eyes, immediately backing up till u hit a tree as u met the gaze of a burly-looking man. he had fre cts and bruises and yet, he was kind to u, even if u were still panic-striken. poor soul. u looked rough, ur eyes were sensitive from those streaming tears, ur cheeks were all red and ur hair was a mess with ur clothes being all tattered. "hey now, it's alrigh'... i ain't gonna hurt ya." he said softly, despite the roughness in his tone. he held his hand out to help u up and u hesitantly took his hand - calloused from years of hard work.
"do ya have a place where ya could go? it ain't safe bein' out in alone." he asked, he was concerned for ur safety. especially after seeing how those men treated u. "not.. really, i ran away 'cause i didn't like it there- 'nd i don't wanna go back there either." u said with ur voice laced with fear. u began to fidget with ur hands as he stood there, thinking for a moment. he was so tall, he had to be 6 foot u thought. u have never seen him before so he might be a hunter? or a traveller of sorts? and then he spoke.. "how 'bout ya come with me to a camp, jus' fer a little bit 'nd ye can decide what ye wanna do?" he asked, looking down at u with a decided look on his face. then u thought for a moment, thinking. what could possibly go wrong? u looked up to him with a nod.
next thing u know he guided u to his horse, Broody. he made sure u were okay with him touching u before he lifted u off the ground, placing u on his horse to take u back to the camp he was talking about. "what's yer name?" *he asked as he got on his horse. "y/n." u gave a quick response, feeling ur guard coming down bit by bit. "y/n... 'm arthur. arthur morgan." he replied, giving a little bow of his head before turning around to face where he was going.
"nice to meet ya, mr morgan." u say, almost like a whisper.
hi anon!! hope ur doing well nd that u liked this! this was exciting for me to do nd it was in the drafts for a long while,, u gotta love arthur morgan<3
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan rdr2#i love arthur morgan#hes such a sweetheart#rdr2 fanfic#red dead fanfic
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