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boss at work and lovers in private w hiromi? He was very strict with the user at work and acts a bit rude/mean sometimes with reader.
But once they got home he fucks her nice and slow in bed as an apology for being mean at work <3
❤︎ ໋𓈒 higuruma who’s strictly mean in the workplace but makes sure to make it up to you at home.
warnings. fem! reader, dirty talk, unprotected, doggystyle, praise.
higuruma was a man who always took work seriously…
a workaholic if you will.
you always found yourself trying to tease him sometimes whenever he’d be working, and he’d just give you a glare. oftentimes, he’d be a bit stern and perhaps rude. although you couldn’t deny the bass in his tone whenever he spoke to you with such seriousness made you feel a bit…tingly.
just the rough rasp in his tone whenever he spoke directly to you, withholding intimate eye contact and telling you to stop fooling around and focus at the job at hand.
nevertheless, he did feel a bit bad, in fear that feasibly he was a bit too mean to his pretty baby. so he promises to make it up to you once the two of you get home. and that’s exactly what he does.
you couldn’t wait and neither could he. higuruma remained with his work clothes on, long black slacks pulled down briefly and the only sounds you could make out was the clanking of his belt. letting off a choked whine, you were willingly taking him from behind, and his touch..
higuruma stretches you out continuously with such ease, he’s got both of your wrists pinned behind your back before muttering, “i’m sorry baby. was i annoying you earlier?”
“y-yeah.” you moaned, feeling his tip brush right against that spot.
amorously, he slides a tongue across his lips while drilling into your cunt—you’re a stuttering mess. with a low chuckle departing from his lips, he hums.
“good,” and you bite your lip, his thrusts fulfilling you entirely. each sloppy hit that went against you time and time again, it left your mind completely dumbfounded. a quite perfect synonym to define your current state after all. “oh, don't whine all cute like that, y’know ‘m just teasing..”
higuruma’s words were so smooth and his tone was wholly soft spoken.
for a second, he dips his hips against you and you whimper, running your restrained fingers against his.
“god, you’re so pretty from behind. you know that, sweetheart?” his words went straight towards your pussy, that never failed to twitch on constant repeat. “such a perfect view. wish you could see for yourself, my love.”
“h-hirooo,” you’d mewl out, the right side of your cheek pressed down against the plump mattress. he knew just where to strike you with his dick, not too rough and not too soft.
just right. immensely, your toes curled each time he’d run his tip against your g-spot for a good two seconds, eliciting a loud moan from you. “fuck, f-fuck.”
“baby, you’ve got quite the mouth on you, huh?” he pokes fun, and you shiver once you feel the cold band of his watch trail against your skin. he presses a hand down your back, making you arch for him just a bit more and your eyes roll back yet again. “you’ve been pestering me at work all day, ‘s this what you wanted hm? wanted some attention—?”
the pleasures that pierced through your body was indefinable.
all you knew was that it felt so good, the way he pivots and smacks his hips softly against your ass, rolling and rotating them to where your head’s spinning like a merri go round.
“no,” you lied, and he huffs out a breath, grinning at you still having some brat left within you. once he deepens his thrusts for a short second, your mind pauses—you’re dumb, cock dumb if that even was a correct term for it, and you moan out. “y-yes.. you’re right, you were just so m-mean.”
he groans, feeling your slick start to stick against him throughout each movement he makes by rutting in and out of your greedy pussy.
“if i make you cum one more time, will that make up for it then, sweetheart?”
“m-mhm,” you’d nod, strings of your own spit falling against the sheets — oh, how much of a mess you were for him. only higuruma could have you like this, in this position. face nearly pushed against the mattress yet he’s presenting you with soft gentle thrusts. “make me cum, please hiromi.”
“pretty girl, you know i will,” he murmurs, and you let off a muffled moan once you bite your teeth into the pillow that remained underneath your chest. it was just the way his thickness dragged so easily against your folds. you could never get enough, his size had you drooling with such lewdness. “relax, don’t wanna strain that cute voice with all that moaning do ya?”
he watches you shake your head, and he chortles.
“sweet thing,” and his hips were so sensual against you, it was unfathomable to how good it made you feel. how good he made you feel. in the pit of your stomach—you felt something stirring, brewing up inside. butterflies perhaps, you pulsed between your thighs before he feels your leg start to jitter in utter anticipation. “ooh. ‘s coming isn’t it? you feel it too, my love?”
“r-right there,” you’d squeal, and by this particular point, your legs grew limp. his movements were unpredictable. higuruma’s jaw tightens as he’s balls deep, gawking at you clawing your nails down the white silkened sheets before bawling it up into the palms of your hands. “gonna c-cum, hiro. hiro.”
he slides a thumb against the corner of your back, maintaining a gentle tip against your hips before uttering in a husky voice, “yeah you are. c’mon baby. just let go for me. ‘s okay to be a little messy, yeah?”
“okay,” you’d babble, such thick inches that remained inside of you. your knees grew weak, he had such a grip against your waist that the pads of his thumbs pressed lightly down before caressing. higuruma always knew your most tenderest bits, the spots to drive you crazy. “h-hiro, ‘m cumming..”
a gasp exits from your mouth once you felt it, your entire body paused and juddered as a response.
your lips parted and the feeling made you grow quiet for a moment — ears, the very tips of them reaching such warmth of heat before you moan out his name once more. “t-thank you, thank you.”
“don’t thank me yet, gorgeous.” he whispers, leaning in to press a kiss against your back. “we aren’t done,” he says, and your legs still shook, sensitive before he turns you over to face him, pressing a wet kiss against your mouth. “i need more of you, and you need to be reminded of your place,” and his words were filled with such flirtatiousness yet was delivered so sweet. “so, just lie back and let me fond over this body just a little while longer.”
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YOU REALLY GOT MY SOUL
muzan kibutsuji x male reader
summary. 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝗆𝗎𝗓𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗎𝗑𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑
senpai’s note. 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇? 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒!
𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌/𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌
valentines day is an annual festival when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts. muzan did not hold back this year, he gave (name) the best valentines day experience ever.
taking (name) to a classy restaurant, buying him luxury gifts, etc. who would’ve thought that the demon lord could be a romantic lover, especially to a human male? (name) has no clue that muzan is the most feared demon lord that killed multiple thousands, and he likes it to stay that way.
he’ll eventually tell him at the right time, but not at this moment, the moment to show deep affection to one another. muzan loved the human boy very much, and he didn’t know how to express it even more. so..
──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!
"mmhn..hnngh..mu-muzan!!~", (name) whimpered onto the pillow he buried his face in. he couldn’t let muzan see how flushed he was, and tears threatening to spill from his eyes, it was too embarrassing. (name) was stripped away from his clothes while muzan only had his undergarments.
(name) ass was up in the air as muzan was eating his ass like it was going to be the last time he was going to see it. muzan had (name’s) ass separated to see his main target and was licking his pink puckered hole, and evading his insides with his painfully long tongue.
muzan was doing it so well that it left (name) whimpering sweetly, and left (name’s) pink hole and muzan’s chin coated with spit. muzan’s tongue entered (name’s) hole once again, making (name’s) eyes squinting with a few tears about to spill.
muzan’s tongue was hitting the right places inside of (name). it even sometimes reached where his prostate was located, making (name) release adorable moans. (name) felt his orgasm slowly approaching, his cock spurting pre-cum onto the bed sheets.
he tried to warn muzan by trying to separate his ass away from muzan’s tongue, but muzan didn’t let that happen. his hands snaked from (name’s) rear to his wide hips and then clutched onto (name’s) hips, forcing him to stay in place.
(name’s) eyes widened as he lifted his face off the pillow, mouth agape as it released sweet cries of overwhelming bliss. (name’s) legs squirmed, desperately trying to release himself from muzan’s grasp, but muzan wouldn't budge. instead, he got rougher, licking his insides more furiously.
"muzan!~ h-honey, pl- o-oh!~..please! n-no more!~ mmhhh! g-gonna..", (name) didn’t even finish what he was going to say before whining loudly as he reached his breaking point. (name’s) squirming halted as his cock released ropes of cum onto the bed sheets.
as one last drop of cum spurted out of (name’s) cock, his face fell onto the pillow, his breathing was shaky and weak, sniffing away his tears as he shut his eyes. muzan finally pulled away, proud of the work he did. as he stood on his knees, he smirked in delight as he stared down at (name), rubbing the spit away from his chin with his arm.
the view of (name) was to die for. his whole body flushed, his head was turned to the side to see half of his face, eyes teary, brows scrunched and lips were pulled back and body shook from the organism. the beautiful view of (name) made a noticeable bulge from his undergarments.
muzan leaned down onto (name’s) body, his hands roaming (name’s) chest, twisting and rubbing his nipples, and kissing his back tenderly. (name’s) gripped onto the bedsheets, whimpering softly as he got hard again. "you’re so fucking hot my dear, you’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful." muzan murmured against (name’s) back between kisses.
(name) replied with a whimper. muzan pulled down his undergarment, enough for his big throbbing cock to be out. muzan kissed, and licked (name’s) earlobe as he rubbed his cock against (name’s) slicked rim, pre-cum spilling onto (name’s) back. "mu-muzan, put it in me already!~ i can’t w-wait anymore!".
say less. muzan guided the tip of his cock to (name’s) tight rim, and then plunge his cock inside of (name’s) in a fast manner. (name’s) eyes widened as they both moaned. (name’s) walls snuggled tightly against muzan’s pulsating cock, making muzan let out a curse.
muzan’s teeth gritted as he stood straight on his knees. he placed one hand on (name’s) rear, and the other was placed on (name’s) shoulder. muzan didn’t wait for (name’s) approval to start moving so he started thrusting into (name’s) hole fast. (name) moan open wide as he let out a high-pitched moan after another.
(name’s) ass rippled into waved from muzan’s hips meeting his rear, balls hitting against (name’s) ass cheeks. drool escaped from (name’s) mouth from the pleasure of muzan’s big demon cock hitting his prostate. "f-fuck! o-oh!~ feels.. s-so good! your cock feels so- ah!~ so good inside me!".
(name) screamed as his head tilted back, and eyes closed as muzan kept assaulting (name’s) insides. muzan’s eyes shut tightly from (name’s) walls snuggling warmly onto his cock. muzan’s breath hitched as he felt his organism approaching, he was pent up just from eating out (name) and hearing his delightful moans.
muzan slapped (name’s) ass cheek, making (name) jolt up, his tongue lolled out as tears finally spilled from his eyes. muzan grunted as he caressed the reddened ass cheek as his thrusting became a bit sloppy, signaling that he was so close to his release.
his thrusting quickened as his hands gripped harshly onto (name’s) shoulder blade and his rear, being careful to not release his sharp demon-like nails. (name) smiled lustfully as sweat dripped from his face.
"god, you feel amazing (name). i-i..love you so much. love you so damn much that i’ll murder anyone for you!~ g-going to cum, take it all like a good boy that you are.~"
#x male reader#male reader#bottom male reader#x bottom male reader#demon slayer x male reader#kny x male reader#kimetsu no yaiba x male reader#muzan kibutsuji x male reader#muzan x male reader
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all my life i've been frozen, forgive me if i wince at your warmth; kiss my blue lips and say the frost brings out my eyes.
jd6 x reader: maybe roommates wasn't the best idea (sugar pt. 2).
(warnings: blasphemous filth (we're back, and this is a good one), unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), oral sex (f on m), hair pulling and spit and all my usual stuff (you guys know. legs and lips and all that nonsense). lots of whining and whimpering from the ducks defenseman with the giant traps. descriptions of general insecurity (but of course!). know yourself and your limits, please don't read if you're not 100% sure).
(a/n: alright, my favorites. here you have it, the promised continuation of my jd6 sugar piece from halloween (so please read that here first so this makes sense)! and yes, it's long (11.1k), so thank you, as always, for your support and kindness and patience and gentleness. congratulations to jd6 for his return to the big leagues. this is his prize, i'm sure he'll be thrilled. it appears it's impossible for me to write a story without using tz11 as a comedic side character. obviously there is nothing realistic about this, such is the upside of fictitious writing. can you tell i had an idea for like two scenes and then filled in all the blanks? (been wanting to write gaming chair head for a million years). if you relate to the more serious insecurities addressed within this story, know i'm here for you. please believe that it is so utterly and completely fathomable that people are and will be attracted to and interested in you! anyways, please let me know what you think (and who/what you want next)! go canucks (and all-star qh43). until next time, all my love).
it had taken little convincing on either side for jamie to move in with you. it was sort of funny, how not so long ago, it had been only you in your apartment, and now he was there, too, evidence of him all around.
a few months in, you had almost forgotten what the fridge looked like without his recovery drinks lining the shelves, what the living room smelled like without his favorite candle burning, what the mudroom looked like without his shoes and bags littered around the door.
you had grown accustomed to him, in his entirety, and the more he revealed about himself, the more trouble you had remembering what this place had been like without him.
it seemed so crucially important that you knew about his culinary endeavors (he was trying ever so hard to branch out beyond chicken and rice). it seemed of the utmost significance that you understood all of his favorites of everything, and that he knew all of yours in return. because if you didn't, one of you might bring home a flavor of ice cream the other didn't like, or flowers the other didn't like the color of, or something like that.
and if he didn't know the names of your favorite movies, how would he be able to talk to you about them? and if you didn't have a little bit of a grasp on the gaming world, how could you keep up when he rambled on about it?
you told yourself it was only polite that you knew about his interests, and his family, and his friends, and his dreams. that he was only being polite when he asked about all of yours.
you were sort of shocked at how quickly he had made his presence known within your routine. his schedule merged with yours on the calendar attached to the fridge. his friends came over to play video games, yours to watch movies.
you were proud of yourself for how you had handled his moving in, really, but you'd be lying if you said he didn't have an effect on you. he was the same blushing, stuttering, beautiful boy who had dropped that plant in your doorway, after all.
and you were acutely aware of the effect he had on you, from that very first day. he didn't seem to let you forget it, like the night, a few days into your new arrangement, when you went into the kitchen around midnight to get a glass of water.
something you had done, time and time again, almost every night, alone. so you were startled, to say the least, when you felt a figure behind you. you whipped around, your heartbeat elevated, thudding in your chest, in your neck.
you placed a hand over your heart to still yourself when you recognized that shaggy dark hair, square face, broad build.
"fuck, jamie," you practically whispered, your voice tense, "you scared me." you made to pour him a glass of water, willed your body to emerge from danger mode.
"'m sorry, petal," he murmured, and his tone alone could have set your body ablaze, rumbling through you like an earthquake. "didn't mean to." apology thickened his words like cornstarch.
"'s okay," you said as you passed him the glass, took a sip from your own.
if it was light you would have seen his eyes track the motion, how his gaze seemed to get stuck on your lips around the rim of your glass.
there was something very heavy about sharing this space with him, especially now, in the cover of the night. you felt freer, almost indulgent, in taking him in. less guilty in your secret wanting. suddenly your brow furrowed in concern. "did i wake you up?"
he shrugged, took a sip of his water, which made your swallow shaky. "walls are thin," he rasped. "just wanted to make sure you were okay."
your exhale was shallow as you took in his words. this exchange in the dark was too dangerous, too much. you made to go back to your room, stopping to place a wanting palm on his corded shoulder as you passed him. you felt him flex instinctively under your touch, suddenly wanted, simultaneously, to be anywhere but here and to never leave. "thanks for checking on me, jamie," you whispered. it seemed to have been so long since someone had done that.
there was a pause full of uncertainty. "'course," he replied, rough and rolling.
you were so, so, close, and such a predicament could have ignited the foundation of the building in all of its seriousness.
that exchange, so early on in knowing him, nonetheless had you promising yourself that you wouldn't let your relationship with jamie grow beyond anything besides roommates. just roommates, you said, and that's it. anything past that boundary was too dangerous, too charged, too soaked in meaning and feeling and wanting.
but such a promise was proving hard to keep, even months later. because as comfortable as you had grown to each other, there was something so deliriously uncomfortable about being so close to each other, so ridiculously entwined in each others' days, and yet not touching, not indulging the desire you both so felt. so scared to look desperate, to be caught red handed in want, even if that was exactly true.
regardless, such a promise was proving hard to keep, especially on days like today.
you were sitting at the kitchen counter, one leg pulled up to your chest as you sat on a stool. you still worked at the same coffee shop, and you still loved it, but you had picked up some copywriting jobs here and there, too.
naturally, you looked up when you sensed another figure enter the room. your gaze caught on a very sleepy jamie with a very sleepy smile.
"morning," he said, his voice rough and raspy with remnants of night.
you felt your mouth tick upwards in response to his presence. "morning, jamie," you replied, shifting on your stool, willing jittery attraction out of your voice, out of your head. there was no space for that here, you told yourself. you cleared your throat as he made himself a cup of tea. "doing anything fun today?"
he turned to you, leaned his frame back against the counter, a movement so comfortable it made you blush. he hummed, thinking, before meeting your eyes. "nothing out of the routine," he mused, his gaze on you making you feel his attention in your feet, in the tips of your fingers. "when're you working? maybe i'll swing by."
your chest thumped at the thought of him taking time to come see you, even though that wasn't necessarily rare anymore. he visited your coffee shop at least once a week, but the sentiment of it all wasn't lost on you. the preciosity of someone deeming you worthy of a drive, however short.
you leaned on your clasped hands, scrunched up your nose in gentle pleasantry. "two to close, today," you told him, "but you don't have to come."
his eyes softened ever so slightly, his expression all maple syrup and pancakes on a lazy sunday morning. "want to, petal," he told you, taking his mug and starting back towards his room. "give me something to look forward to, eh?"
you were glad to hear his door swing shut behind him, if only so that he didn't see your face scrunch up further in guilty delight, at being his something to look forward to.
if jamie had settled into being your roommate, your favorite coworker had not settled into that fact. or maybe she had settled in, but it didn't appear that she would be giving you or him a break anytime soon.
it had only been a couple of months, and she had yet to go a day without bringing him up, nevermind going a visit without saying something you were sure would embarrass him.
as promised, after his workout and skate, the bell above the door jingled. you swore the sound was louder, more jubilant when he opened the door than any other patron.
he's here, the bell seemed to sing, finally, finally, he's here! you fought the urge to shush the inanimate object.
"well, well, well," your coworker said, wiping down the counter, "honestly, 6, i'm shocked you had any time to stop by, given your packed schedule of not shooting the puck."
you shook your head at her. "don't be mean, lovely," you chastised. you locked eyes with jamie, molten chocolate and stained glass. "i'm sure you shoot just enough."
his returning grin was carefully confident. "right as always," he told your coworker, "if we had a coaching opening i'd put in a good word."
this quickly spurred your coworker into a heated rant about how poorly the coach of the ducks was handling his roster full of young talent.
you began the process of making his drink, the one he insisted on ever since that first day. he had told you before that nothing could possibly be better than your fall themed treat. as you shook the maple syrup and espresso with ice, you missed the way a flush dusted across the bridge of his nose, like a day out in the sun.
your coworker did not miss this, however. she smirked, tilted her head. "a bit hot in here, drysdale? you look a little flushed."
he shot her a look, one which she mimicked before you turned to hand him his drink.
"here you are," you said as his hand closed over yours around the to-go cup.
your mind sparked and sputtered at the feeling of his warm hand over your fingers. he could have grabbed under your hand, the hopeless romantic in your head screeched. he could have avoided your touch, but he didn't!
but you had long ago resigned to refusing to listen to the hopeless romantic, in all of her desperate and shameful loveliness. you couldn't trust her, you had learned. she only ever left you feeling lost and longing.
so you silenced her, ignored her big, teary eyes as you dismissed her for the thousandth time, pulled your hand away.
"thank you, petal," he said, so genuine and sweet, so exactly him. it seemed cruel that you still weren't used to him, to his kindness, that he was still evoking this kind of response from you.
your only solace was that he didn't seem to be finding it especially easy, either, if his flickering gaze or flexing hands were anything to go by.
"you're welcome," you replied. "headed home now?"
he hummed in affirmation, rocked back on his heels. "when will you be home?"
you could have sighed at just how domestic it all was, like some kind of sixties fantasy. honey, i'm home! echoed in your head.
but you shut that down as quickly as it appeared. "why?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, "expecting company, or something?" your mouth quirked. "maybe a girl?"
he paled, and you were surprised at your nerve, too. you didn't really know why you were doing this, why you would ask. you and jamie didn't have that kind of relationship, and why would you ask that anyway, when you knew for a fact one of the possible two answers would cut through you like a warm knife through butter?
thankfully, your coworker broke the tension with an exaggerated laugh, actually slapping the counter before looking up and clocking both of the confused looks turned her way. "oh," she said, looking between the two of you, "was that not a joke?" she nodded. "alright then, my bad."
jamie gave a short shake of his head as if mentally moving on. "no one's coming over," he said to you, "just wanted to know when i should make dinner."
in a cartoon, your heart would have beat out of your chest, through your shirt and folded apron. "i'll be back at seven," you told him. "i'll see you then?"
his smile warmed the room. "see you then, petal."
the bell rang, this time dreary and disappointed, as the door shut behind him.
your coworker immediately turned to you, eyes teasing and playful.
"if you're gonna say something, lovely, just say it," you prompted, taking out the closing checklist.
she was practically buzzing on her feet. "tell me you've given up on your no fraternizing with roommates rule," she begged, clasping her hands for emphasis. "tell me you realize how obvious you're both being."
you waved her off, shook your head. "the rule is there because it's important," you chided, "and there's no way he's into me like i'm into him." a line you had used about almost every guy you had liked, repeated so many times in your head it was practically a hymn.
she folded her arms in front of her chest, rolled her eyes. "when you're ready to come to terms with people finding you attractive and interesting and wonderful, as you are, let me know," she called out over her shoulder as she went on her smoke break.
her words stayed with you, though, because they were meaningful. it was hard for you, dreadfully so, to even fathom that someone could find you worthy of their time, their energy, their attention.
even when you were actively flirting with people, acting confident, like you were that first day when jamie walked into your coffee shop, it felt as false, as foreign, as theatrical as shakespeare in the park.
why was it so easy for you to give all of that to others, why did you want to give it to them so desperately? why did it feel like such an impossible ask for someone to give that to you?
her words were burrowing in the back of your mind as you locked the front door of your apartment behind you, breathed in a delicious smell, maybe rosemary? thyme?
you let yourself drift into the kitchen, were met with a freshly showered jamie in pajama pants and an old ohl t-shirt. he stood over the stovetop, humming something, before turning and meeting your eyes, sending a spark flickering through your veins.
"welcome home, petal," he said, his full lips quirking up in that gentle smile you had come to crave.
"long time no see," you teased, knowing it had been only a couple of hours.
his gaze was full of something heavy when he tilted his head, heaped some pasta onto two plates. "felt long," he admitted, "the house is so weird without you here."
your stomach flipped. he couldn't just say things like that, you decided, if he didn't expect you to melt completely, a puddle of pink glitter glue on the hardwood floor.
"weird how?" you asked, hating yourself for pushing.
your mother's voice was jarring, harsh in your head. don't fish for compliments, she always said, it's vain.
now that you were older, you wanted a chance to respond to her. is it fishing for compliments if you never get any? if all you ever hear is how you could do better? you took a breath. is it so wrong to want to hear something good?
jamie didn't appear to think you were being vain, anyways. "weird like quiet," he said, gentle and soft, "i don't know, honestly, just different. it's better when you're here."
you couldn't help but blush at his words, even though you had asked for them. the mother in your head scoffed.
you smiled at him, so genuine you could feel your eyes crinkle at the corners. "i think it's better when you're here, too," you said, low and loaded like a secret.
suddenly the air between you grew thick and heavy, simmering with something the reason in you knew better than to identify. you held each other's gazes for a moment, almost begging, daring the other to do something.
you had never been the kind of person to pick dare during sleepover games, always felt truth was the safer bet. now, there was nothing safe about the truth, either. you cleared your throat, fidgeted with your fingers, dropped your gaze and asked him about practice, what he made for dinner.
do you think about me like i think about you? you wanted to ask him. have you ever wanted me to just hold you after a long day? have you ever thought about what my lips would feel like on your neck?
you shivered, pushed the thoughts away as you ate dinner together, tried to lean into the privilege of spending time with him, even if you wished for something more.
can't this be enough? you pleaded. why isn't this enough?
the words of your routine spun around the two of you like a whirlpool. work, skate, game, lift, dinner, road trip, copywriting. the words of your combined schedules swirled around your head.
better those that the other words, always lurking around the two of you like childhood monsters under a bed: eyes, heat, lips, sweet, gentle, soft, shoulders, arms.
you must have zoned out, because he waved a hand once in front of your face. "petal?"
you shook yourself out of your trance-like state. "sorry," you said, already feeling the familiar flush of embarrassment.
he fixed you with a look. "for what?" he asked, less confused, more curious.
you closed your eyes for a second, took a deep breath. why was he making you explain this? "i mean, i was probably staring at you, right?" you said, feeling the shame of it prick you on the fingers like a thousand needles.
his gaze dropped to your mouth for a millisecond before meeting your eyes again. there was a silence, and when he spoke again, his voice was husky. "you can stare at me all you want, petal."
you could have whimpered, could have screamed. don't say things like that to me, you wanted to tell him. tell me things like that every second until i die, you also wanted to say.
"really?" you whispered, too starry-eyed to cringe at yourself. your food lay forgotten in front of you. how many times had you eaten dinner together, just like this? how many times had you pushed this feeling away? was it possible that he was doing just the same?
he hummed, ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth, a self-satisfied move from him you have never really seen before. you rubbed your crossed ankles together.
you took a breath, a last beat of courage, before reaching across the counter and brushing his hair from out of his eyes. his skin scorched your fingertips, his eyes made your breathing slow and shallow. "you can stare at me, too," you said to him, pulling your arm back.
his eyes were full of understanding. "i know," he told you. "i do."
that knowledge was still haunting you days later. that he noticed you, registered your presence, like you did him. how could you ever act normally again, knowing this? how could you ever act without the constant weight of him around?
so you did the only thing you could think of - you ignored him, avoided him, hoped to skillfully evade his careful gaze, however much it hurt you not to see him, to talk with him, to ask him how practices and games went.
such a task became impossible when the bell clinked cheerily, the following weekend, signifying you and the coffee shop of the arrival of its favorite patron.
you looked up, halfway surprised to see him enter with another person, too, a teammate you had met, you were sure of it, but one you couldn't quite recall the name of. the two of them approached the counter in a shroud of laughter and easiness.
apparently, your coworker recognized the friend, too, because upon their approach she began a slow, sarcastic applause. "gentlemen," she said, "allow me to congratulate you on a recording breaking game last night."
jamie and his friend shared a look. "um," jamie began, careful, "we lost last night."
"oh," your coworker finished an order and set it on the pick-up counter. "i should have clarified. the record was for laziest defensive performance i've ever witnessed." she gave them a quick thumbs up. "congrats again! know you guys have been working real hard for this one."
jamie shook his head lightheartedly before locking eyes with you, smiling slightly. you hadn't really spoken since the other night, but you still didn't really know what to say. you didn't know where you stood, what lines were still drawn.
thankfully, your coworker refused to drop it, not leaving any opportunity for silence, now speaking directly to the newcomer. "i'm so happy you're here, 11," she continued. "you know that you're allowed in your own defensive zone, right? feel free to cross the red line, i think you'll find that defense makes winning a lot easier."
the object of your coworkers jabs turned to jamie. "am i supposed to take this?"
jamie shrugged. "i usually do."
she waved him off. "yeah, but you're hoping i'll put in a good word with your roommate." you blushed at her words, hope sparking at the possibility of them being true.
jamie didn't drop your gaze. "yeah, and how far is that getting me? you gonna put in a good word?"
every fiber of your being told you not to take his words at face value. every fiber of your being wanted to.
she scoffed. "yeah, right. if anything i'd just say you're a pushover."
the newcomer scrunched up his expressive face. "well, in that case, why don't you keep your thoughtful advice to yourself?"
she tilted her head back and laughed. "what, 11, can't take a little feedback?" she pouted, false pity all over her face. "guess you're every bit the flashy bust they say you are."
"no one is saying that!" he fumed, "literally name one person who is saying that!"
you and your roommate stifled your laughter as their argument grew.
you made him his drink, handed it over. his face was gentle, soft as took the cup from you. "you're avoiding me," he said, not accusatory, a simple observation.
you couldn't lie to him and say you weren't, so you only stayed quiet.
"i miss you," he said, so simple and genuine in its honesty that you could have cried.
"i miss you, too," you said, easy as an exhale.
his gaze glimmered. "so watch a movie with me tonight, yeah?"
your mouth twitched, because you wanted to, so badly, but you didn't know if you could trust yourself.
he shifted back and forth on his heels. the sun dripped so languishingly over his brow, down his jaw and neck. "please?" he asked, and you were done.
"okay," you conceded, butterflies already fluttering to life in your stomach at the thought of spending tonight with him on the couch.
a thud and a grunt shook you both from your conversation as you turned to your respective friends. your coworker appeared to be throwing bags of coffee beans at jamie's teammate. "can't hide behind a ref now, can you?" she taunted the lanky newcomer, who struggled to catch the bags.
"this is the behavior of a deranged fan," he pointed out, placing the bags back on the counter. "i hope you realize that."
"you wish i was a fan of yours," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "on an unrelated note, can i take a video of you wishing my little brother good luck on his math test tomorrow?"
the video was filmed, reluctant thanks and apologies were given and accepted.
"i apologize for the physical assault, but not the truth, 11," your coworker conceded, "and you're only getting any apology at all because this is going to mean the world to my brother."
"can't you just apologize normally?" you pushed, looking to make the rest of the patrons more comfortable, the energy less combative.
"tell you what," she said to him, "if you put in some effort next game to something besides michigans and between-the-legs shots, i'll give you the best apology you've ever seen."
jamie hissed. "he's gonna take that in a way you won't like."
his teammate leveled your coworker with a smirk. "do i get to pick how you apologize?"
she scoffed, an angry flush all over her face. "no, you don't get to pick! what the hell is the matter with you?"
you and jamie shared a look at their bickering. see you at home, petal, he mouthed to you on the way out, argumentative words still saturating the air.
bye, jamie, you mouthed back with a wave.
when you got back from work, called out your greeting, settled in, and changed out of your uniform, you found him on the couch, were all too happy to join him, however off limits it felt.
he felt off limits, like this, all messy hair and eyes tired with the day, worn-in sweatpants and sweatshirts from junior hockey and lazy stretches that revealed slivers of skin.
you lifted up a blanket, pulled your knees to your chest underneath it, avoided his gaze. "your friend's a character, hm?" you started.
he shifted his posture to get a better look at you, even though he was now faced halfway away from the movie he was in the middle of. "who, trevor?" he gave a playful roll of his eyes. "ignore him. he thinks your friend's hot and doesn't know what to do about it."
"that's him flirting?" you said, eyes wide, words spoken slowly for emphasis. "good grief, his act needs some work."
jamie's smile slanted into something dangerous. "what, wouldn't work on you, petal?" suddenly the blanket over you seemed like entirely not enough coverage. you felt completely exposed as you gave a slight shake of your head. he draped a heavy arm along the back of the couch. "no?" he paused, forced you to meet his magnetic gaze as he ran a hand through his hair. "what would work on you, then?"
you searched his eyes for a drop of humor, of teasing, of something that would hurt you, as you had long ago trained yourself to. you could sniff out potential abandonment, embarrassment like a bloodhound. but you came up empty, with him.
what could you say to him? that anything that he does, anything he could ever do, that's what would work on you? that he works on you?
your careful silence could have been a banshee scream into an open expanse as the air between the two of you again adopted that rolling flame, that lick of heat up your bare legs.
your eyes widened as he tugged your feet and calves into his laps with one hand, gently but firmly, just enough so that you could feel the warmth from his thick quads pooling in the backs of your knees.
just close enough to want more. just close enough to know you shouldn't.
"'m picky," you said, almost out of breath, swallowing your uneasiness down until the only thing you felt was him. "not into the interest disguised as insults."
he hummed as if he understood, ran his fingers over your shins, feather-light, so much so that later you would wonder if you had only imagined he had touched you. "so what?" he said, meeting your eyes in the dim light you had long ago deemed especially dangerous. "like to be called pretty, petal? like it when they make it, so, so easy for you?" his fingers dragged across your ankle in an electrifying way that had you forgetting about your promise. "like when they go slow?"
you let out some kind of strangled sound, halfway between a nervous laugh and a whimper. because you did like all of those things, of course you did. you liked proof that people cared about you, how could you not?
you couldn't even dwell on how delicious the word pretty sounded in his mouth, how much you wanted to taste it, because something else in his wording willed confidence into your body, clarity into your head in place of guilt.
"who's they?" you asked, your voice steadier than it had been in weeks.
"hm?" he asked, rough.
"i said," you repeated, shifting your body until you rested on top of his lap, your legs on either side of his hips. "who's they?" you were closer than you had ever been as you felt him underneath you, almost chest to chest. so close you could feel his breathing stutter against you. you brushed his messy hair from his face until you could see his eyes in all of their gorgeous truth. "i don't care much about them, jamie."
something rumbled in him, something you felt in your bones. he looked so, so beautiful, and his mouth was right there, and was he tilting his head closer to you? and-
"jim! when the hell are you gonna give me back my blender?" your door swinging open and shut might as well have been a strike of lightning as you scrambled away from each other. trevor's voice cut through your apartment like thunder, like a cold shower.
in a moment he appeared in the doorframe, suddenly eyeing the two of you with the suspicion only a best friend could muster. he gestured between the two of you, now comically far apart on opposite sides of the couch.
"what's going on here?" he asked.
jamie tilted his head back again, wiped at his face with both hands. "sure, yeah, come on in," he said to trevor through his fingers.
"how did you get in here?" you asked, you voice still dark with want, the aftermath of confidence still lacing your tone.
"key," trevor said, waving you off as if this piece of information wasn't relevant. "why?" he looked between the two of you again, eyes narrowed. "'m i interrupting something?"
silence followed. you didn't look at jamie, and he didn't clarify. "no," you said finally, not angry, but knowing the moment was over. "i guess not."
and so you pulled yourself up, made your way back to your room, every inch of your skin buzzing, every heartbeat a burst of electricity through your body.
voices grew fainter as you neared your door.
"if you'd just give me back my blender this wouldn't be such a problem," trevor hissed.
"and you couldn't've shot me a text? figured you'd just break in to my house?" jamie's voice was resigned. you knew he could never stay mad at his friend.
"it's not breaking in if you gave me a key, scumbag."
you shut your door behind you and collapsed onto your bed, still feeling the phantom of his body underneath you, the ghost of his fingertips digging into your hips. you groaned into a pillow, hating that when you closed your eyes all you saw was his full, pink mouth.
the next day, when you relayed all of this new, and not so new information to your friend at work, she shook her head slowly.
"i don't know," she said, pouring a double shot over ice, "but it sounds like you've either gotta make this thing serious or check out your other options." she shot you a look. "no more of this pining bullshit."
you whacked her with a rag playfully, but sighed. "i can't make it serious. and i don't have other options, so looks like pining's all i got."
"tell me you're kidding." she glared at you. "i've had like three friends just in the past week come in and text me after asking if you're single."
you scrunched up your face. "no, you haven't," you said, knowing there's no way that could be true.
"callin' me a liar?" she prompted, pulling out her phone with her free hand and scrolling until she found one of the texts, facing it to you.
sure enough, there was a message from some guy, some ordinary name, asking if she'd set him up with the "smoke in the canada hat," referring to the hat you had borrowed of jamie's earlier this week.
"whatever," you said, "it doesn't really matter."
"it does matter." your friend set the drink down on the pickup counter and turned to meet your gaze entirely. "it matters to me that you find it so hard to believe that people are into you." she grasped for one of your hands, held it firmly.
her touch was welcome, and so were her words. because honestly, you knew why you found it so hard to believe. because even though you had a pretty good relationship with yourself, even though you knew now that you were beautiful, and smart, and funny, and kind, when you were young, you didn't know that. when you were young, the people you were closest to were basically telling you that you weren't those things.
flashes of tense family dinners, long car rides during which you were the butt of every joke shot across your mind like meteors, just as destructive.
saw you talking to a boy today during lunch, one of your older siblings would say after a long day, maybe middle school, maybe sophomore year. is he your boy-friend? the words slow and taunting, malicious, immediately making an angry, embarrassed flush break out across your face.
don't be ridiculous, peanut, your mother would scold your sibling from the front seat, it's rude. and it's not like she was wrong, the boy you had been talking to wasn't your boyfriend, but it stung like a wasp nonetheless.
why is it ridiculous? you wanted to ask, tears brimming, hot behind your eyes. would that really be so hard to believe?
or countless calls with your parents during your first year of college, each more demeaning than the last. you know you're allowed to date, right? your mother might say. you know we aren't strict about that kind of thing. you held back a bitter and sarcastic congratulations.
i know, you would say, trying to hide the defeat you felt at the disappointed sigh she had done such a poor job of hiding.
every not-so subtle jab landed deep, until even the words put yourself out there induced a physical reaction.
it hurt to think about allowing yourself to want, to be wanted, because what if they laughed in your face? what if it all really was ridiculous, all this time? what if it really was hard to believe?
you sighed, now, squeezed your coworker's hand.
"how about this," she proposed, her eyes as soft as you had ever seen them. "how about i set you up with one of my friends who's interested, just one date, and we see how it goes? no pressure, and i'll make sure he knows it's no pressure. think of it like practice."
you thought for a moment, bit your lip. you could use a stress-free practice, that much was true, and you trusted this friend to not set you up with a sleaze-ball. and, you confessed, if you wanted to fizzle out whatever was going on with your roommate, this would probably be a good start.
so you agreed. the decision was made easier by the fact that jamie was on the road this week, so you didn't have him to distract you. the day of your dinner date ended up being the day he was set to return, but he wasn't supposed to get back until the middle of the night.
you wouldn't have to explain yourself to anyone, or even tell anyone how it went, if you didn't want to, you reminded yourself. just practice, no pressure.
and the guy was really sweet, honestly. he was good-looking, too, if not a bit more lanky, taller than the guys you usually went for. he asked you questions, and seemed to care about the answers, and you found yourself in a full conversation with him pretty easily.
but then something in your mind would catch on his shoulders and think not big enough to sink your teeth into, and then on his mouth and think he'd never call you petal, and then on his cheeks, which didn't blush the whole night, not even once.
and he was a really nice guy, but you found yourself wanting to invite him to join your friend group's book club, not invite him back to your place. you found yourself thinking quite intently about a certain person who was not, in fact, the man sitting across from you at the table.
which was fine, you realized, because this is practice, and he doesn't have to be the one. practice means you can find a friend.
so, with a smile, a shared admission that you would like to get to know each others as friends, and a promise to send him the address to the next book club meeting, you left your first date in forever feeling proud of yourself.
on your way back into your apartment, you sent your friend from work a thank you text before making your way to your room and changing into something more comfortable.
you settled on sleep shorts and an old t-shirt before heading to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, breathing in the smell of steeping chamomile when a sound behind you made you jump.
thankfully you would recognize that frame anywhere. you exhaled. "jesus, jamie," you breathed, "thought you wouldn't be back 'til later."
he stepped forward, the light so dark and dim and dangerous, especially after not seeing him all week. the slope of his high cheekbones, the sharp cut of his jaw, the deep pooling of feeling in his eyes. it all rushed at you a million miles an hour and stole your breath.
"got in early," he explained, his gaze ever so slow down your figure, like he was mapping it, committing it to memory. "were you out?" he asked, his voice suddenly rough.
you swallowed, thinking about what to say. a pause settled between the two of you, thick like mud, decadent like chocolate pudding.
i missed you, you wanted to tell him. tell me you missed me, too.
he inched closer still, leaned against the kitchen counter as you busied yourself with stirring your tea with the tea bag. "don't wanna tell me?" he mused. "how could that be, petal?"
you didn't meet his eyes, suddenly feeling childish. "went on a date."
you were both silent, for a moment. you looked up to check if he was still there. "and why didn't you wanna tell me?" his voice was gravelly.
your hands were shaking, you realized, so you set down your mug, crossed your arms against your chest with a sigh. "he was nice," you admitted, didn't quite miss the green flame that sparked across his gaze, blinked out in a moment. "but i was distracted." you looked down at your feet.
then he was right in front of you, a step apart. it had been so long since you had been so close, and the memory of what had happed that last time burned between the two of you, unspoken, yet the most obvious fixture in the room.
you looked up to meet his curious, careful gaze, wanted so badly to lean forward, sink into his broad chest, breathe him in and never stop.
"by what, petal?" he asked, so close you could practically feel the words on your own lips, his tone so low and heavy your stomach dropped.
you swallowed, watched his eyes track the movement. "you," you said simply, honestly.
and then his eyes searched yours for a single telling moment before his hands came to cup your face, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that held a million i missed you, i missed you, i missed you's.
you let out some soft noise into his mouth at the lovely pressure of his lips against yours, so firm and knowing. you pressed yourself so closely against his chest, one hand on his collarbone, the other grasping around his neck.
he leaned forward into you so pleasantly before moving his arms down to lift you by the waist, setting you down gently on the top of the counter, moaning when you fixed your hands in his hair.
you swallowed down his sounds like elixir, wanted every single one of them, as his wide hands kneaded at the flesh of your hips slowly. you raked your hands down the back of neck delicately, enough to relish in the shudder left in their wake.
finally, you both pulled away, only just, only enough to slow your heaving chests, enough to selfishly see the effect you both had on the other. matching glossed over gazes, swollen lips, exhales heavy with unspoken words.
you pushed some of his hair from his face, soft under your gentle fingers, could have swooned at how he was looking at you, right now. like there was no one else in the universe, like the stars existed only for you.
"i have to go home tomorrow," you said, suddenly, like a ridiculous idiot, wanting to shove the words back into your mouth as he traced light circles across the tops of your thigh. why did you say that?
but his expression didn't change. "i'll come," he said immediately.
your heart jumped, but you didn't want him to come and see your family, really, because family gatherings never were the most flattering, for you. "you don't have to," you said, "i know you're busy, and it's just for a little bit, just for the day."
"i'll come, petal," he repeated.
your mouth quirked, just a bit. "yeah?"
"yeah," he said, a drowsy smile slanting across his face. a smile you couldn't say no to, a smile you just had to feel against your lips.
a smile that meant, the following morning, you were standing on the front step of your childhood home next to jamie, who was holding a potted plant.
"you know you didn't need to bring anything," you said after you rang the doorbell, jittery with nerves. how long had it been?
he only pinched you lightly in the side. "swear i won't drop it this time, petal," he said with the easy tone that calmed your nerves, if only slightly.
and then the door was opening, and you were ushered in among a flurry of hugs and exclamations of it having been to long.
your older brother said you looked different, your mother said you needed to visit more often. you had the sinking feeling that coming home was a mistake.
then came the inevitable. "and who's this handsome young man?" your mother asked in a sugary sweet tone that made the room smell like the dentist's office, at least to you. "is this that friend from work you told me about a while ago?"
you opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it again, slightly confused, maybe disappointed? other people's parents assumed they were dating any person they spoke to, which you were sure was its own beast, but you had actually brought someone to a family meal and your mom thought he was your coworker?
"uh," you started, struggling to find your footing. "this is jamie."
you wanted to put your forehead through the tastefully muted wallpaper of the mudroom, but jamie only shook your father's hand, endured awkward hugs from your mother and siblings, handed over his plant with practiced grace.
you felt your hands tremble ever so slightly, willed them to still, begged any courage and confidence to show itself, but your chest was tight, like your lungs were filling up with polluted water.
jamie caught your eye, registered your defensive stance, gave you a look full of softness and acceptance before stepping to your side and pulling you in for a gentle side-hug, his embrace strong and sure in all the ways you were not. he pressed his lips to the top of your head, lips you still felt the memory of on your mouth, lips that sent a shiver of stability down your spine. "much better than last time, eh, petal?" he said, looking down at you, still tucked into his side. "no dirt under your nails, this time."
you couldn't help but give a slight shake of your head, squeezed him tighter in a way you hoped said thank you.
when you looked back up to your family, there was an almost comical look of surprise in your mother's eyes, a look of extreme boredom in your siblings'.
you father cleared his throat. "brunch's ready," he said, urging your mother to lead you all to the dining room.
jamie pulled out your chair for you, leaned forward to your ear when you sat down. "look so pretty today," he whispered, his voice a low rasp, only for you, only to help you settle, only because it was the truth.
"you know, jamie, she's never brought someone home before," your mother said at some point during the meal, like it was some kind of inside joke between the two of them, a joke you were not a part of. she shared some kind of look with him, but his face was blank. "honestly, we were starting to get worried." your father and her gave light laughs, laughs that made your stomach roll with anxiety, shame.
good god, couldn't they give you a break? you pushed your food around your plate, very much not hungry, very much wanting to leave.
jamie didn't laugh, though, didn't indulge them, didn't pretend like he was in on their joke. "worried about what?" he asked, his expression and tone entirely plain and curious, waiting patiently for elaboration that never came. his question was met with flickering glances between your parents, nervous laughter dying in their mouths.
you looked down at your plate again, bit your lip to hide your smile, reached under the table to squeeze his hand. he squeezed yours right back.
the rest of the meal was fine. soon enough, you were saying your goodbyes, doling out your own awkward hugs along with vague assurances that you would be back soon.
"and it was so wonderful to meet you, jamie," your mother said, a hand on his forearm, "know you're welcome here anytime."
you pushed aside the spark of jealousy within you. what would it be like to know that for yourself? to feel welcome in this home, whenever you wanted?
jamie just looked at you with that molten softness in his dark eyes. you pushed his hair from his face, the way you had grown accustomed to doing, more a comfort to you at this point. he leaned into your touch, however slightly.
"thank you for having me," he said, politely, before looking at you once more. "'m honored to be the first person petal's felt comfortable enough to bring home."
you could have melted at how genuine he sounded, at the idea that he was honored to be around you, of all things, at all.
when you were both in the car, you turned to him. "you didn't have to say that, you know," you told him as he pulled the car out of the driveway, started the trek home.
he just kept one hand on the wheel, took yours with the other. "wanted to," he said, glancing over at you with a steadiness that was impossible to deny. "meant it."
a smile came easily to your face, a flush came easier. he lifted your hand to his mouth, lightly pressed his lips to the top of it, making you shift in your seat with poorly hidden delight, perfectly warm all over.
you arrived back home, and fell back into your routine.
jamie dropped you off at work the following day, rolling his window down when you got out the passenger door. "petal!" he called.
you turned, that grin that seemed to be every-present around him on your face. "yeah?"
the faintest of blushes began to prick at his cheeks. "can i have a kiss, please?"
you were all too willing to comply, leaning against the side of the car and pulling his lips to yours with a gentle hand on his jaw. "see you later?" you murmured against his mouth, butterflies so alive in your stomach you half believed they would fly up your throat. he nodded, a little dazed, promised to see you after your shift, as he had the day off.
the lovely dizziness began to dull as soon as you entered the coffee shop, as there was a very unexpected guest behind the counter with your friend.
"have you never even heard of a latte?" your coworker seethed, the words hard and angry through her teeth.
"feel free to call this off at any time, sugar," a smug trevor drawled, wearing an apron and a haphazardly drawn name tag.
you set your things down and began to tie your own apron around yourself. "afternoon, lovely," you greeted your friend before looking at the newcomer. "trevor."
he nodded to you with a smile in a greeting of his own before the espresso machine started making a menacing sound.
you took the next customer's order, began to prepare it. "do i wanna know why you appear to be an employee today?"
"lost a bet," he said, looking at your coworker, who grimaced.
"we agreed that if he didn't block five shots against the hawks last week, he'd work a shift," she crossed her arms over her chest. "but already this is more of a punishment for me than for him."
he turned up his smile to the megawatts.
you shook your head with a laugh. "you know this is breaking, like, a billion laws," you said, pouring soy milk into a cup. "we can't just hire randoms to work a single shift."
trevor placed a fake-offended hand over his heart. "i'm not some random," he clarified.
"according to california law, you are," you said, matter-of-factly, finishing off the drink and placing it on the pickup counter.
"oh, whatever, 11, just go," your coworker said, exasperated, "you've already messed up like twelve times in the last two hours."
he pouted, teasing like a kindergarten bully, all grown up. "you wound me, sugar," he said, turning around slowly. "untie my apron for me?"
she took off her bucket hat and whacked him with it. "don't think i've forgiven you, either," she said, pointing a warning finger at him.
"wouldn't dream of it," he cooed, taking out him phone. "haven't i earned a drink for my troubles? jimmy won't be here for another five minutes."
you scrunched up your brow. "jamie?" you groaned for him, "wish you'd called it quits like two minutes earlier. he was just here."
both your coworker and trevor whipped their heads around. "jim dropped you off?"
you nodded. your coworker gave you an impressed grin, held her hand down low for trevor to slap in a high-five. "let's go," she said, pumping her fist.
you rolled your eyes at the two of them. "so the goon squad is working together, now?" you asked.
trevor rested his elbow on the top of your friend's head, making her hiss and bat his arm away. "best team around," he said, smugly, before looking at his phone. "time to go," he stated, accepting the two drinks you pushed into his hands with a thank you. "until next time, sugar," he said, looking at your friend.
"the red line won't hurt you unless you let it," she called out behind him.
you immediately started peppering her with questions about her bet with jamie's teammate, trying to get her to admit she didn't hate him as much as she let on.
"jamie says he just thinks you're hot and doesn't know what to do about it," you told her before she went out back for her break.
she fixed you with a look. "you can tell jamie that his friend better find out what to do about it." you laughed as the door shut behind her.
the rest of your shift went by terribly slowly. it wasn't that busy, and, honestly, you really missed jamie. you had only just found out what his lips felt like on your own, after all, and now you were having a hard time thinking about anything else. no one should feel this overheated, this distracted, while trying to steep peppermint tea and froth oat milk.
too many times, you lost yourself in daydreams about what his thighs felt like underneath you, how his fingers would feel like in your mouth, what his hand would feel like, gripping your hair.
you just wanted to be close to him, as close to him as possible.
by the time your coworker was dropping you off at your apartment, your mouth was practically dry with want, and if someone were to call you desperate, you weren't sure if you would have it in you to care.
you locked the door behind you, the silence in the kitchen and mudroom telling you he was probably in his own room, probably gaming.
you could have whined, thinking you would have to wait until he was done until you could kiss him, touch him, feel him how you wanted to.
you lasted pretty much as long as it took you to change into more comfortable clothes. undeniable want had you rapping your knuckles lightly against his door, exhaling gratefully when a soft come in wafted through the air.
and then the door was open, and he was there, exactly as you had thought him to be. his headset pushed his messy hair up in different directions, his knees spread wide, his posture relaxed.
he made eye contact with you, something warm shining in his gaze as he pushed his mic away from his mouth. "hey, petal," he rasped, his voice weary with use. "you're home."
you nodded, bit your lip, twisted the sole of your foot into the ground slowly. "know you're busy," you said, soft, almost bashful, "but can i just sit with you?" you swallowed down any shakiness. "couldn't stop thinking 'bout you at work."
you knew he wouldn't laugh at you, but were splendidly pleased anyways when he simply nodded, let that smile slant across his face, opened up his arms in invitation, contentment obvious in his expression.
you breathed out and crossed the room to where he sat, lowered yourself onto his lap as he spread his legs apart wider to make you more comfortable. you crossed your legs over his thigh, leaned back into his chest, let the warmth and feeling of him envelop you like a fog. his arms came to reach around you as he kept playing, fiddling with his controller. you could have fallen asleep here, if you weren't so alert, if every inch of your body didn't feel like it was slowly catching flame.
you hummed, shifted your hips back against him, making him let out a soft grunt. "getting comfortable?" he whispered, to which you nodded, smiled, leaned your head against his chest.
you tried to stay still, watch the screen as he played, but something about feeling his breaths against your back, the heat of him pooling in your neck, the firmness of him underneath you, it made you restless, impatient.
so much so that after maybe a few minutes, you were craning your head up to press your lips lightly to his jaw, his throat, just behind his ear, twisting your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.
he let out a groan, low and dangerous. "thought you just wanted to sit," he said, his mouth quirking up, a tightness to his voice that hadn't been there before.
"changed my mind," you mumbled into his shoulder, grazing your teeth over his deltoid.
"be patient, petal," he rumbled, "wait 'til 'm finished, hm?"
you pouted against his jaw, figured you had done months of waiting, if you counted back to that first day. more than your fair share. you were done being patient.
so, instead of waiting, like he had asked you to, you wordlessly pushed yourself from his chest, sank down to your knees into front of his chair, gently placed your palms on his thighs, forcing his attention to you.
his gaze settled on you like heavy sediment, scorching, bubbling. when he spoke, you felt it against your face like a caress. "fuck, petal, dreamt of you like this."
your smile was slight, sly. "what? on my knees for you, jamie?"
he gave an almost pained shake of his head, made some strained sound of refutation. he set his controller down and pulled off his headset, tossed it aside as you tugged at his sweatpants, rolled your hand over him, hard and hot.
he tilted his head back, groaned. "dreamt of you lookin' at me like this," he confessed, words thick with revelation, "like you want me."
something almost religious passed between you, because what was this, if not something worth worshipping? something built on devotion beyond logic, beyond better judgement?
"i do want you, jamie," you said, finality swimming in your heated tone, "i want you so, so bad."
you bit your lip to hide your grin when he whimpered at your words, his eyes screwing shut as you took him in your hand, spit onto his cock, pumped him up and down before running your tongue along the length of him, drinking in his sounds greedily.
he rooted his thick hand in your hair, draping it away from your face as you sunk your mouth down onto him. "fuck," he choked out, slow and strained, "fuck, petal, you can have me."
you moaned around him, grounded by his grip, the pleasant tug on your scalp, urged him to the back of your throat until your eyes began to water, until his thighs began to tense, before retreating again, peering up at him, eager to take every inch of him in, like this.
so unguarded and uncontrolled, knowing he was thinking only of you, pure want dripping down his frame and face like watercolor, this image of him made you acutely aware of just how wet you already were.
you tugged your hand up and down him again, grinned when he shuddered. "taste so good, jamie," you rasped, running your thumb along the tip, "'ve wanted your cock in my mouth for so long, baby."
his chest rose and fell as he moaned, desperate, overwhelmed. his thumb circled your jaw as you continued moving your hand, spitting onto him again. "should've told me, petal," he whined, "would've given you anything you wanted." his voice shook, you felt his muscles tense again as you took him in your mouth again. "waited so good for me, hm?"
you hummed, held him in your mouth, hollowed out your cheeks until tears broke your waterline, his grunts telling you he was close as you let your nails dig into the tops of his thighs.
"fuck, 'm gonna cum," he breathed, "feel so good like this, petal, too good, can't hold on." his grip in your hair tightened, his hips bucking up, hitting a deeper spot in your throat. he made to pull back, but you only moved your head with him, swallowing around him until you tasted him on your tongue, his moan resounding in your head like an organ in a cathedral.
only after he finished did you pull your mouth up off of him, tilted your head onto your elbow, which was resting on his thigh, red with marks from your clutching hands. you watched him come down from his high, watched his lashes flutter as his eyes opened, felt his grip loosen in your hair and his hand come down to rest under your chin, as gentle and affectionate a touch as you had ever felt.
he led your mouth to his, lifting you off of your knees, slanting his lips across yours like a smile before pulling away, looking at you for a moment, tracing your mouth with his thumb. "look so pretty like this, petal," he praised, low and steady, "so fuckin' perfect."
and you blushed, because you knew how you looked.
you knew that your face was flushed with exertion, knew that spit ran down onto your chin, knew that your lashes were clumped together with tears, knew that your lips with swollen and your neck shone with sweat.
he kissed the corner of your mouth anyways, looked at you like there had never been anything more beautiful. "let me taste you, hm?" he murmured against your skin.
you shivered with pleasure at his words, but whined. "need you so bad, jamie," you pleaded, "need you inside of me." you peered up at him through your lashes. "please?"
he shifted until you hovered above him, tugged your shorts aside, ran his fingers through your folds and cursed at how wet he found you. "anything you want, petal," he rasped, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking you off of them. "fuck, pretty girl, askin' me so nicely, hm?"
you nodded feverishly, reached under you to find him impossibly hard, again, before angling him to you and sinking down onto him, your knees on either side of his hips.
his head fell back at that first feeling, your mouth dropping open as your body pulled taut at the stretch. you whimpered when he reached behind you to pull you to his chest, changing the angle, while he shifted under you, both of you breathing heavy, searching for something to stop you from floating away.
you settled on letting your heavy head drop to his neck, letting shaky exhales escape past your teeth, melt into his collarbone like snowflakes on windowpanes.
he clutched at your waist, began to slowly move his hips, lifting you up and down in a rhythm that burned behind your eyes, that you felt on your tongue, in your toes.
"how do you feel like this?" he whispered, practically to himself, as if in a dream, as he kept up his pace, slow and brutal.
"like what, baby?" you breathed, picking your head up and beginning to fuck back onto him with more force, wanting to feel him harder, deeper.
"fuck," he whimpered, searching for an answer, his messy hair falling into his face, sticking to the gloss of sweat shining on his brow, "better than i imagined, petal. so perfect, made for me."
you moaned at his admission, reached around his neck for support. "been thinkin' 'bout me, jamie?" you asked, an almost cocky grin peeking through.
"so much," he whined, picking up his pace now, causing you to choke down a strangled moan, "fuck, petal, was worried you'd hear me through the walls."
his confession shot right to your core as you clenched around him, imagining him trying to keep quiet, touching himself, thinking of you. you dug your nails into the back of his neck as he laid a hand across your stomach, pressed down until he could feel the outline of himself inside of you, moving in and out.
the sensation was so intense that you had to shut your eyes, the pressure inside of you pulling so tightly you bit your tongue.
"like that, hm?" he said, only the faintest trace of smugness in his tone. "like that i thought of you with my hand around my cock, petal?"
you nodded, moaned your affirmation, felt yourself grow so deliciously close.
"thought of you, just like this," he breathed into your neck, still pushing at your stomach, hitting somewhere impossibly deep inside you, hard and fast. "squeezing me so perfect, making those pretty sounds for me."
"'m so close, jamie," you pleaded, your voice wrecked, your jaw aching, "please make me cum? need you so bad, been needin' you for so long."
his neck tensed under your palm as his thrusts grew sporadic, his breathing labored. "fuck, petal, cum on my cock, yeah?" his other hand gripped your hip so hard you knew it would leave a mark. "been such a good girl for me."
you came apart at his words, collapsing onto his chest, clenching down on him so completely that he reached another high, warm and absolute. he stilled, both of your chests rising and falling against each other. you ran your fingers soothingly over the back of his neck, he rubbed circles into the sides of your hips as if in a daze.
finally, when the fog cleared like falling rain, you pulled back to look at his face, flushed, long lashes framing heavy lids, his gaze thick and syrupy with affection.
you lightly swept the damp hair from his forehead, pressed a gentle kiss to his brow that made him smile up at you lazily.
he ran his thumb along your cheekbone. "wanna stay in my room, tonight?" he asked, cheekily, like you were kids planning a sleepover, scheming up the best way to ask your parents.
so you just nodded and laughed, and he kissed the laugh from your lips as if it tasted of sugar.
fin.
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Bury
Miguel O'hara x Fem!Reader
Miguel Masterlist
Warnings: Reader is 18+,NSFW, oviposition, creampie, breeding mentions, non-con mentions, dark!Miguel, my version of Miguel, dub con, violence, aggressive heroing, Miguel being a massive ass, pet play, reader is held against her will. Oviposition - the process of having eggs laid inside of you.
Another one I needed to do before my brain exploded. Not proof read, enjoy!
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One face in a sea of millions, and he picked you. Miguel liked to say,'I saved you,' but you knew better. You were taken. Whisked away from your home and locked somewhere unfamiliar and daunting. Most people swooned at the notion of being rescued by Spider-Man, but they didn't know the truth like you.
Spider-Man wasn't a hero.
He was a monster, and you were his prey.
Miguel liked to watch you. When he was in thought or pondering his next move, he would often linger in your presence and quietly observe. You hated it, feeling like a zoo animal under scrutiny. Sometimes, he'd cross the room and sit down on the bed near you with his face towards the wall. Other times, he would lay his head on your lap and rest his eyes to the sound of your pattering heart. If you felt brave, you'd tassel your fingers through his brown curls. Being soft with him helped to temper his mood.
That afternoon, he came to you as usual and climbed onto the bed. You folded the book you were reading and sat up, adjusting the silk blue nightgown he'd given you. The look on Miguel's face is different. There is uncertainty in his eyes, and his body language feels off. You watch him for a moment before tentatively touching your hand to his back. "Miguel?"
"I'm going to need you to do something for me today."
The weight of his tone makes you jump. A man who had done nothing but take from you was asking you to help him. You felt uneasy, watching him as his expression twisted into disgust, and he looked away. Ultimately confused, your eyes track him in silence as you wait out whatever internal struggle he was dealing with.
"You aren't going to like it."
Now you laughed.
His head swiveled, and his eyes went from that warm, chocolate brown to hellish red. Bristling, his clawed hand grabbed your cheeks and squeezed until your lips stuck out. "You think it's funny?" He spits, his lip curling in a snarl. "You have no idea, not a one, of what I'm going to do to you today." With a shove, he sends you sprawling onto your back and knocks the wind out of you. You are left flailing, arms and hands catching yourself before you could topple off the bed.
"I'm sorry," you squeak, heart hammering. "I'm sorry, I just -" The way he looked at you made you panic. "You have never asked me before." It was honesty. He had taken you from your home, stolen your virginity, and hadn't stopped using you since. Spider-man's dirty little secret, locked away in his tower forever. You press your knees together and turn your eyes downward, your shoulders slanted. "I'm sorry." You reiterated, as it was the only thing you could think to say now.
Miguel watches you tense like a snake in the grass. "You're right," His voice growled. "So what's the use in asking now. Come here." A fist closes around your ankle, and you're torn closer to him in an effortless display of his strength. The gown you wore rode high, exposing your underwear and soft stomach. His eyes flick over you, taking in what he'd claimed as his long ago. Tonguing one of his growing fangs, Miguel leans down to cage your body with his own. Balanced on his knees between your legs, he brings his mouth to your ear.
"You are special, Y/N. You think I picked you randomly, that I just happened to like you for your looks?" He smiled into his words now. "It's much more than that. You see," One of his hands touches your knee and causes you to jump, a whimper tightening in your throat. "What happened to me didn't just give me fangs, or venom, or red eyes and this charming disposition I know you love so much," A breath wafts against your neck, and you shiver. "My body, every couple of months, goes into a sort of rut." Miguel adjusted himself between your legs, leaning his weight into you to let you feel the growing bulge he sported.
Sucking in a soft breath, you close your eyes as he kisses the nape of your neck. Of everything he did to you, you hated the fact he was able to make you melt. Miguel knew everything you liked and enjoyed using it against you. Grazing your flesh with his fangs, Miguel continued. "It doesn't just make me violent, hungry, and territorial, but in fact, it also makes me produce eggs." Hearing that made your eyes open and head turn to look up at him. With your faces so close, Miguel ghosted his lips over your own. "That's right," He continued. "Every time it's happened and I've tried to pass them manually, it doesn't work. The pain is fucking excruciating, Y/N." Sighing, he nips your mouth. "I came to the conclusion that for this to work, I had to find the right incubator."
That wasn't a compliment. It struck fear in your chest, and another wave of nausea rolled through you, making you hot. "Oh god," you gasp, your voice twisting in distress. Miguel was unflinching, his eyes - now back to brown, staring down at your distraught expression. "It's going to hurt, I'm guessing, but since you're such a good girl, I know you'll take them just fine for me." A sickening smile crossed his features as he kissed you, bruising your lips before drawing upwards.
"W-wait, wait, wait- Wait, Miguel, f-fuck, Miguel wait -" You babbled, helpless as the super human moved your body around to his liking. "P-please, please let's talk about this!" Tears stung your eyes and clouded your vision as he drew you close and pushed your legs apart. The only thing hiding you from him now were your panties. "Nothing to talk about, kid." He sighed finally. "Maybe you'll even like it, who knows." Miguel was unbothered by your tears as he let his suit crawl back until he was bare.
This couldn't be real, and most certainly couldn't be happening to you.
Heaving a sob, you put your face in your hands as he rips your underwear off and exposes your soft folds. "Besides, you used to beg me to stop before and now look at you, I practically make you cum every time we fuck." Chuckling, Miguel wrapped a fist around his cock and dragged the weeping tip through your slit, collecting moisture. He tuts at you. "You're kidding me! You're wet, too? Sheesh, I'm starting to think you really do like me, princess." You were humiliated and frustrated at your body for defying you. In no way did you want to be used by some maniac to harbor his clutch, and certainly didn't want to cum for him.
Miguel rumbled above you, brooding and large as he notched at your entrance. "Try not to tense up this time." He smiles when you peek at him from between your fingers, then shoves forward. His cock stretches you brutally and bottoms out as he hilts. Your hands fly from your face to grab the blankets while a scream bellows deep from your diaphragm. "Shh, shh shh, you're doing great." Cooed the hero, his body leaning forward so he could balance on his forearms above you.
He begins to thrust, drawing back until only the head is left submerged before slowly shoving back to your end. The drag of his cock is maddening, stroking the deepest reaches of your cunt and making you mewl like a cat in heat. Miguel drops his head to yours, stealing a kiss to swallow your cries and lapping into your mouth. You felt smothered as he rocks his hips, driving deep into you with each brutal thrust he gave. "Ghh-god, f-feel so fucking good." He hisses against your lips, his breath fanning your face as he bucked. Your body bounced helplessly under him as you tried so hard to fight that rising heat in your abdomen.
"That's it." Miguel purrs against your gaping mouth, dipping his tongue over your teeth and breathing in your scent. Your cunt squishes around him, embarrassing you further as it made his girth pound easier within you. "M-mi-guel-" You choke, your words broken by each impact. Finally winding your hands into his hair and scratching down his back, you cave. As hard as you fought, he fucked you well, and you couldn't deny it.
Spurred by your affection, Miguel thrusts harder. His cock pounding into you rough enough to bruise, pulling cry after cry from you. Your nails scour his back, making him snarl as his head drops to your shoulder. The both of you are panting in tandem, your mouths brushing as you breathe eachothers air. He was losing it, his thrusts becoming uneven and frantic as he draws closer to his end.
"H-hah, t-too m-much-!" Your voice breaks, nearly sobbing as he rocks just right, the tip of his cock forcing against your gspot and bringing you closer to your own release. The sounds you make encourage him, and he suddenly sits up to grab your ankles and fold you at the hips. With this knee-to-chest position, you gasp. Miguel looks down at you, his eyes cloudy with emotion and need. Some of his hair came loose and dangled in strands in front of his face.
"C'mon princess, cum for me."
And that was all it took.
The mans cock brushes something explosive and sets you off. Your world becomes white hot, body tensing and arching as you clamp down around him in waves. Later, you will hate yourself, but now you ride out your release while you cry out and rock your hips to his. Miguel, now satisfied that you finished, braces himself on his hands by either side of your head. His face changes to a look of near pitiful desperation, the sounds escaping him paint a different picture of the man who held you against your will.
As you come down from your high, you watch as he unravels. Eyes closed lightly, and head lowered, Miguel bucks into you. He sought your warmth and the comforting squeeze your little cunt gave him. Harder, until he bumps your cervix again, and you keen softly, then he crumbles. You feel him throb, followed by a hot spray of thick, heavy fluid. It doesn't hurt, even when he begins to frantically rabbit his hips into you.
He's muttering in Spanish, like he's talking to himself. The thrusting slows, and you feel strangely full and warm. Miguel eases down until his larger frame is resting against yours, caging you under him while leaving his cock nestled inside your walls. His lips press to your neck and jaw, peppering you in what felt like gratitude. You were apprehensive and uncertain if this were really all there was. It gnaws at you, but you bring your arms to wrap around his neck.
"Does it hurt?"
Your eyes open and catch Miguel's worried stare. "No. Should it?" The man frowns and moves one of his hands to pet and paw over your abdomen. He looks unsure, and you realize this was equally new to him. After a moment, he reluctantly pulls out of you and moves to curl around your body. You were dwarfed by him as he wrapped you in his arms and drew you into his broad chest.
Affectionate was not a term you would ever associate with Miguel. He presses kisses into your hair and inhales your pleasant scent, his hand drifting down to cup your abdomen once more. As you settle into him, you look down and notice the slight bloat under his hand, like you'd pulled a muscle and were pushing it out. Fear prickles up your spine as he pets you there, your mind racing with dozens of thoughts.
Are there really eggs inside of me?
What happens when they hatch?
Miguel can feel you starting to tense, and he kisses your temple. "You'll be just fine." He churrs into your ear, making the color drain from your face. "Motherhood will suit you." He nipped your neck before laying his face into your shoulder. Miguel was giddy at the notion of any of those eggs taking. Imagine you swollen with his child, giving him a new life to love and raise, an opportunity to be a father again. It was all he wanted.
He falls asleep curled with you, his hand planted against your growing abdomen. You mourn the loss of your bodies autonomy, silently laying there in his arms while dozens of tapioca sized eggs clung to your hot womb and begin to grow. You were certain you could feel the process as it underwent. The sensation made your throat dry and eyes wet, knowing that Miguel, your captor, left a part of himself inside of you. He claimed you in every way, violating you so deeply that you knew there was no coming back.
As the day descends into night, you listen to him sleeping soundly and wonder if he was right.
If motherhood would suit you.
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Coffee in the Morning
Summary- Your boyfriend Choso wakes you up horny.
WC- 1028
Even under the heavy duvet you still manage to feel cold until a pair of arms wrap around you. Smiling you slap at your husband's hand he paws at your chest. You feel him smile into the nape of your neck. “Choso what time is it?” You yawn out stretching before turning to face him. Well attempting to because he keeps you caged in with your back to his chest. Kissing in between your shoulder and neck you feel his heavy palm drag your thigh up. “Hold this for me.” He murmurs before sucking two digits into his mouth, releasing them with a soft pop.
“Mmph the sun is barely out and- ah”
Choso smiles pecking you on the cheek as he works over your clit in slow circles. Your arm barely keeps your shaking thigh open for him. “Missed you.” he murmurs into your skin before sinking one long finger into your cunt. You moan arching your back and losing the grip on your thigh. “Mm mm” You hear him rasp before swirling his fingers even deeper into you. “Stay open for me.” Your fingers tremble trying to keep a grip on your leg.You hear him hum in approval before he adds another finger. Scissoring you gently and working you open patiently. You squeal when his other palm slowly drags up from your waist, brushing softly against your hardened nipples before slipping the straps of your nightgown down. “So fucking pretty” he hums before he thumbs your clit. “Why you always so fucking pretty ?” He asks in that deep tired voice. Your leg slams shut and you let out a long moan as you feel your peak climbing. Choso pulls his hand away all together and you whine reaching for his hair that's hanging loosely around his shoulder.”Please- “ You yelp when he slaps your clit with the same wet fingers. Once, Twice, Three times.
“Baby” You choke. Choso says nothing, but he gently removes your hand for the grip in his hair before settling it back under your thigh. He adjusts you slightly, rubbing his slick covered fingers over himself and pumping a few times. You heard him groan as he began to slide himself into your folds. He slaps your clit lightly before pushing into you slowly. “Missed this pussy so much. Don't ever want to leave it.” You feel his hand cover the one holding your thigh and you must be doing an awful job of holding yourself open for him because he chuckles lightly nosing your cheek when you whine. “I got it baby, ‘s okay.” He's rolling his hips into you slowly. Savoring every sigh and whimper that leaves your lips. His other hand fits between you and splays against your tummy. Holding you in place.
Your hand reaches back to curl your fingers into his dark strands as you moan. He's dragging his heavy cock against your walls slowly so you can feel every inch. He's kissing a trail of hickies down your throat and you squeak once his raspy voice is at your ears again. “Rub your pussy for me.” He groans. You bring a shaky hand to your clit, rubbing slow circles just how you like. Biting your lips when your boyfriend sighs in approval. “Always so fucking good for me. Do anything I tell you huh princess?” He drags the hand from your tummy up to your throat and squeezes. You squeal trying to close the legs he has open as he starts to really fuck into you. He soaks up your cute little babbles and mewls. He knows hes not going to last long.
He lets go of his grip on your legs before moving you onto your stomach. He leans his weight flush against you but not to crush you. “Cross your ankles.” He says kissing your cheek as he lines himself up with your entrance. You nod completely in a trance as you do what he says. He settles a hand around your throat again because he knows how much you love it. He doesn't squeeze, just holds you up as he sinks into you again. He smiles as your eyes cross and roll back. You stick out your tongue and he knows what you. He purses his lips and spits into your mouth before covering it with his hand. Then he fucks you. The headboard is slamming against the wall so loudly you're worried you're going to get another complaint from the neighbors. But thats the least of your worries when your usually sweet and shy boyfriend is absolutely fucking your guts up.
You tap his forearm twice and he moves his hand from your throat.
“G-gonna cum. Fuckfuckfuckfuck- Please”
You feel a light slap against your cheek and Choso moans when he feels you start to flutter around him.
“You asking or telling me, pretty girl?”
You dont fuck up the answer to this question. You did once and learned your lesson after he cruelly edged you for eight times that session. “A-asking Cho- Please” You feel his hand curl around the back of your throat pushing you into the bed and you're grateful for the pillows that you're squealing into. “Mmm cum for me baby, and i'll fill this pussy up.” He leans up grabbing a handful of your ass and using it to fuck you back against him. “Pretty ass pussy.” He brings a calloused hand down sharply against your back side and you cum. Choso chuckles as he fucks you through your orgasm. Burying his head back against your neck before he's joining you with a low moan.
Your boyfriend is thrusting against you lazy as comes down from his high. Humming into your neck when you squeeze him again. Turning your head slightly he kisses you.“I love you.” You can feel him still hard inside you and you squeeze him again. “Love you so fucking much.” He murmurs against your open mouth as he sets a steady pace again. Your pretty eyes flutter shut and you know you're not sleeping for the rest of the night.
AN- Reblogs, likes, and comments are heavily appreciated ! <3 TY for reading
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three’s a crowd.
this is just porn with absolutely no plot if i’m being completely honest lollll i was at a festival this weekend and wanted to ease my brain back into writing and then this happened?? i do have part 1 ready to go for shattering expectations but am waiting to post
18+. voyeurism. perv!eddie i guess. unprotected sex hehe
imagine sneaking off to the bathroom with steve at some event you didn’t even want to come to because he just can’t keep his hands off of you.
they’re grabbing onto your supple thighs to hoist you up onto the sink, moving between your legs, lips not living yours as his large, hardened hands roam your body. dress yanked up over your thighs revealing a damp patch in your lacy panties.
he’s growling into your mouth, feeling his erection nudging perfectly at your sensitive clit. pulling him closer to you with your legs wrapped around his waist.
murmuring words of encouragement to tell him to hurry up. you need him now.
his pants coming undone, cock springing up against his stomach as you shuffle forward, hips tilted as you wait impatiently for him to fill you up.
trying so desperately not to make any noise when he slides inside, forehead resting against yours with the tinges of a smirk on his lips. he can feel just how soaked you are for him already, stretching your pretty pussy around him.
finding it too difficult to keep your mouth shut when he hits that sweet, spongy spot deep inside, mewling into his ear with a breath chorus of stevestevesteve.
you’re not sure if you’re hearing things but you’re sure the door creaks and your eyes flit over to spot eddie stood gawping, one hand still wrapped around the rusting door handle.
you startle a little at the sight, squeezing steve’s shoulder to grab his attention, ‘steve.. steve,’ different to the similar sounds you’d been making.
he looks back over his shoulder without much concern, tsks quietly before continuing to thrust his hips, the sounds of your wetness filling the tiny room.
it’s so fucking hot. it shouldn’t be hot.
knowing he’s just stood there watching, you should feel weird. it was. but it was just so sexy, encouraging you in a way you’d never known possible.
your stomach twists, averting your eyes as your head rolls back against the dirtied mirror. heels digging into his back when his thumb moves to circle your clit. using the opportunity to bury his head into your neck, suckling at the taut skin, littering the empty space in a plethora of purples.
head lolling to the side as you once again making eye contact with the other man still stood at the door. dropping to the obvious tent in his pants, hand twitching, just absolutely fucking desperate to touch himself.
eager to please, you steve in by the collar of his shirt, lazily connecting your lips. tongues and spit. eddie’s chest is heaving, near enough drawing blood from his teeth dug into his bottom lip.
your stomach twists, too blissed out now to care about one eddie munson stood at the door. steve’s hand is balanced on the porcelain basin, slamming into your cunt mercilessly, feeling you tighten around him. he knows you’re close, the sweet sounds rolling out of your mouth are indication enough.
‘fuck..’ you’re whining, thighs trembling as the coil snaps, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm overtakes your limbs. white hot flashes explode behind your eyelids. clinging onto steve’s neck in fear of falling off the flimsy sink.
steve grunts, burying himself to the hilt as thick ropes of hot cum paint your walls. leaving wet kisses along your jaw and down onto your already marked neck before pulling out. his pants back around his waist before you have time to even digest what had just happened.
he’s a gentleman, pulling your dress down and helping you from the basin. finding it so insanely hot to know he’s dripping out of you as you land on wobbly legs, cheeks burning when you catch sight of eddie again.
it’s a silent exchange between them but it makes you giddy all over again. steve nodding at the boy before taking your hand and pulling you out of the bathroom with as much haste as he’d pulled you into it.
the lock clicking as soon as the door is shut again.
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve stranger things#steve harrington x y/n#stranger things x you#eddie munson#steve harrington smut#eddie munson x you#steddie x reader#eddie munson smut
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The Weather Ain't Been Bad
Pairing: Damien Haas x f!Reader
Summary: “You had barely made it off the last step, rounding the corner to the kitchen, when you heard a voice call your name. You flinched, hand flying to your chest in a brief moment of panic, not suspecting anybody else to be awake, let alone downstairs, while you were roaming the halls like some kind of restless spirit.”
Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) p in v sex, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, oral (f receiving), spitting, Damien is a biter but we knew that, lots of begging and even more praise, Damien likes getting his hair pulled but we knew that. If I missed anything please let me know!
“You look dumb.”
“I’ll literally—look at me, look at me. Shut up.”
You listened to Shayne and Angela argue in the back seat, their back and forth had started as a game of I-spy and quickly devolved into improvised insults on hour one of the drive after a patch of traffic resulted in a lack of things to spy.
“Literally nothing you say could ever affect me I don’t care about anything you have to say to me.” Shayne deadpanned and you heard Angela let out a shrill sound as she tried to climb out of her seatbelt to punch him in the arm.
“Hey, you know what would actually be really fun?” Damien, driving, looked back at them through the rearview mirror, “If you guys would, uh, shut the hell up?”
You laughed quietly; head propped up on the window as you watched the California landscape go from dusty highway to snowcapped trees. Hours long car ride aside, you were happy to be making the trip. It had never occurred to you that upon Anthony’s return to the company there would be a renaissance of Smosh content that didn’t have to do with the main channel, but when they announced the return of the Winter Games you felt a swell of joy—it was nice to be part of something that went back so many years and still continued to entertain the masses, especially when that something made you feel a cathartic sort of nostalgia.
And now, sitting in the front seat and listening to your friends threaten each other in increasingly ridiculous ways, watching Damien’s hand on the steering wheel, it went beyond simple nostalgia: It was pure ecstasy. The low hum of music on the radio paired nicely with the long road ahead, and you leaned back, closing your eyes for a moment.
You felt a hand on your knee, giving you a short squeeze. You opened your eyes, grabbing Damien’s hand and squeezing him back.
“What?” You playfully pushed his hand back towards his body, and he gripped the steering wheel.
“You’re my GPS, you can’t fall asleep.”
“I could navigate!” Angela leaned forward, elbows on the center console.
“You—you would get us lost in your own house, you psycho.” Amanda piped up for the first time in several minutes, placing a hand gingerly on Angela’s shoulder and laughing.
“Hey!” Angela turned her attention away from the front seat, pushing against Shayne, who had started laughing at her expense once more.
Damien glanced at you from his peripheral, as if to silently lament about your friends in the back seat, and you glanced back, smiling.
You appreciated the moments you got to spend with Damien. It wasn’t like they were rare; since you’d joined the cast, he was always someone you’d found a sort of reliability in, and a shared sense of humor went a long way. He was always a beacon of tranquility amongst the chaos of the office. He could be just as rowdy as everybody else—and often was—but he was always able to weed out when somebody needed a moment to recalibrate, and it felt like he knew what you needed before even you did sometimes. But he seemed to have that effect on most everybody, and you didn’t want to push too hard for something that might not be there, despite how happy you were to feel his hand on your back when he guided you through crowded spaces, or to hear him say your name in that faux-crestfallen way when you cheated in cards.
He turned his gaze back to the road, and you found yourself leaning against the window again, passively looking at his reflection in the trees that darted by, and thinking things that you decided should remain unsaid.
~~~
The house was gigantic, and even that was putting it lightly.
In theory, you recognized that you worked for a multi-million-dollar company, but it was more than a little weird to be standing in the doorway of a house big enough to hold at least 20 copies of your own apartment inside of it.
But you understood the want to splurge; it had been years since the last Winter Games, and even longer still since there had been a Games with Anthony. It was exciting, and even before you had gotten to the cabin-style mansion, there had been a buzz in the air; cast and crew alike vibrating in anticipation of a vacation-like period where things would be more akin to camp than to work.
Filming started immediately, and you barely had time to think about what exactly was happening before you were back in front of a camera.
Shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the cast, Ian and Anthony made picks for their respective teams; it was easy to forget that you were in a new space—it was like you’d never left the office, still in good company and laughing until your cheeks hurt. You donned the bright blue shirt that had been handed to you, and wondered how many raunchy, snow-related jokes you’d have to hear over the next week.
“Be honest with me,” you put the shirt on over the one you were already wearing, joining the side of the room with the rest of your teammates, “Are we gonna lose?”
Damien laughed, “With that attitude? Probably.”
Maybe the best part of the trip was the fact that this year marked the first time that everybody got their own room. You’d heard the stories—not that they were all that bad, but it was nice to know that even when surrounded by your friends for two weeks, you’d still be able to duck out for some private time in your own space.
Except that your room was freezing.
You hadn’t noticed it upon your arrival, coat still zipped up and adrenaline on high, but once you had showered and readied yourself for bed, you recognized the deep, unwelcome chill in your bones. The source evaded you; the windows were closed, the ceiling fan was completely still—it was a frustrating end to a long day.
You gave up, putting on a heavier sweatshirt and deciding that locating the source of the frigid air was a problem for tomorrow. There had to be extra blankets somewhere, and you tried to recall whether there had been any on the couches downstairs. Even if there weren’t, getting out of your room and regaining a little feeling in your fingers sounded appealing.
You quietly exited your bedroom.
Tiptoeing down the stairs, you shifted your weight awkwardly from side to side to avoid any sudden creaks from the old wood. The house was silent—save for the wind outside that howled against the windows every few moments—and you didn’t want to disturb the peace.
You had barely made it off the last step, rounding the corner to the kitchen, when you heard a voice call your name. You flinched, hand flying to your chest in a brief moment of panic, not suspecting anybody else to be awake, let alone downstairs, while you were roaming the halls like some kind of restless spirit.
“I’m sorry—did I scare you?” The familiar sound of timely apologies, whispered from across the room. You felt your heart settle. “I’m sorry.”
“Jesus, Damien,” you took measured breaths, “scared me.”
“Sorry,” his voice was low. He stood behind the kitchen island, hair messy, and it was clear he was struggling to sleep as much as you were.
“It’s ok,” you walked towards where he was standing, leaning over the island to grab at his arm reassuringly before letting go; his skin was warm against your palm, and even in the dark of the room you were unable to tear your eyes from him. “I didn’t think anybody else was up.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not by choice,” he sighed, “my room is a sauna.”
“You’ve got your own room, you couldn’t just strip down?” You raised your eyebrows, teasing him, trying not to think about how he might look spread out on his bed with nothing on.
“There are only so many layers I can take off until it’s, like, my skin,” he smiled, and you broke out into a quiet laugh.
“Well, my room is freezing, so,” you collected yourself a little, “I came down looking for more blankets, but if you wanted to switch…”
“Is the window open?” He furrowed his brow, seemingly concerned by your discomfort.
“Not even a crack,” you clarified, “Your room sounds like a dream to me right now.”
You didn’t realize how it sounded until he let out a snort, “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
“You know what I meant.” You rolled your eyes, and he reached over the counter to brush his hand against yours in a gesture of peace.
You stood quietly together, enjoying each other’s company and the calm of the house. You let your hand remain under his on the granite, and he didn’t make any moves to separate from you.
“Thanks for being a good sport about navigating,” Damien ran his other hand over his face, tired after the seemingly endless day. “I know it probably wasn’t your first choice.”
“Yeah, well. You better thank God we’re on the same team, otherwise I’d use 'competitive determination' as an excuse to get back at you for keeping me up." You shot back jovially, “But, you know…it was nice to help you out.” You paused. “I liked it, actually.”
He shot you a small smile, which you returned, and the two of you let silence fall again.
“How about I see if I can find the source of whatever it is that’s making you so cold?” He tilted his head, sincerely offering to help you, and you could never say no to an offer like that.
You could never say no to Damien.
“That would be nice.” You curled your pinky into the palm of his hand before turning to lead him to your room.
You were friends, always had been upon your entrance into the company; he was an undeniably important presence in your life for that very reason—he was there. He was always there when you needed him. He was supportive and kind and stupidly funny, and, yeah, incredibly attractive. But that didn’t mean it had to be something more. Just because you looked forward to the days he came into work with dark stubble that contrasted with the silver of his hair, just because you forgot the rules to certain games sometimes because you were too focused on the way his sleeves fit around his arms, just because you loved the way his eyes trailed over your face when you told him a story and he got just as animated as you did—it didn’t have to be anything more than friendship.
But realistically, despite your insistence to your friends and to yourself that you considered Damien a great, strictly-platonic friend and nothing more, you knew what you really wanted.
You knew you wanted more.
And despite the innocent context under which you were bringing him up to your room, there was a surge of adrenaline that coursed through your chest while he trailed behind you.
“Jesus,” he pushed his shoulders back upon opening the door to your room, goosebumps pricking his skin. “Some weather we’re having.”
“I told you,” you pushed past him, kicking a stray pair of socks into the corner. “You still think you can fix it?”
“They actually call me Damien “Fix-It” Haas,” he cracked his knuckles, “Don’t look into it.”
You smiled, shaking your head, spreading your arms out to signal that he could poke around freely.
It took him approximately ten seconds to locate the thermostat behind a curtain.
“Are you serious?” You kicked yourself for missing what should’ve been so obvious.
“I’m Damien,” he went straight-faced, “And this says sixty-five degrees—how are you not frozen solid?”
“Pure will.” Your head fell back in exasperation, “How did I miss that?”
“You’re tired,” he softened, “It’s been a long day, y’know, and I bet a lot of people are too dumb to look behind curtains—”
You cut him off with a curt but soft shove to his chest, and he grabbed your hands after they made impact, both of you semi-delirious from lack of sleep and falling into a fit of giggles. He removed one of his hands from you, leaning back to change the thermostat.
“It’ll heat up eventually,” he started, “What number do you want it at?”
“Warm.”
“So, that is not a number,” he smiled at you, “I’ll put it in the seventies.”
“Thank you,” you wriggled free of the grasp he still had on your wrist, “My hero.”
You stood facing each other for a moment, neither of you ready to part for some reason.
“I should go to sleep,” you finally spoke.
“Yeah.” He agreed, voice sounding raspier than it had before. He started to walk towards the door while you leaned back onto the pillows on the bed.
“Damien,” you didn’t know what you were doing, or if you should be doing it, but it felt only logical in the moment, “Stay.”
You watched him freeze in place, turning back to look at you.
“I mean…if your room is uncomfortable to sleep in—what, are you gonna sleep on the couch?” You continued, rambling to find reasoning behind your sudden offer, “You can just stay here tonight.”
“Seriously?” He scanned your features, trying to figure out if you were serious or if this was just a joke that he hadn’t caught onto yet.
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure—?”
“I’m just saying, it’s not fair that you have to spend the night in discomfort. Especially after you fixed the temperature in here.” You felt a red heat rising in your ears, but you soldiered on, still waiting for a yes or no. You watched as he turned to walk towards the door again, and your heart sank a little, before he closed the door in front of him and walked back to you.
“One hell of a sleepover—one bed, no snacks, and you don’t even have a Wii,” He feigned disappointment.
“But I hear when mom goes to sleep, they bring out Kevin’s mom.” You smiled, digging your heels into the comforter, and he laughed at the callback.
He sat on the mattress, leaning back on the pillows with you, and you used it as an excuse to angle yourself towards him, resting your head lightly on his shoulder.
“I can sleep on the floor. If you want…” He whispered, and you felt his fingers trail up your own hand.
“No,” you turned to look at him, still on your back but suddenly very aware of the proximity to which you were lying next to each other, letting him continue to run his hand along your arm. “It’s still cold in here.”
“I can turn the heat up—”
You watched as he traced the curve of your elbow with his finger before letting it fall back to your hand, “Damien, stop being a gentleman. Just share the bed with me.”
“Ok.” He stopped moving, gaze falling on you and swallowing shallowly. You laced your fingers with his. You were certain he could see your heart beating through your ribcage, or at the very least he could see the way your pulse bounced in your wrist. “Yeah, ok.”
You didn’t undress, didn’t even get under the covers, but something felt so intimate; a shift in the air. Maybe it was the new warmth that permeated throughout the room, but it was different, in the best way.
It felt like more.
He didn’t touch you, didn’t even graze your back when you turned over to get comfortable. But you felt his breath on the back of your head, rustling your hair and drifting over the back of your neck.
Your eyes stayed open, unable to let sleep take hold despite the tranquility; the moon bounced off the snow and caused a dim light to trickle through the window, and you were wide awake.
You shifted again, turning back over to face Damien. His eyes were closed, and you watched the subtle movements of his body, chest rising and falling softly with each breath.
“It’s creepy to watch people sleep.” He whispered, and you bit your tongue, unsure of what to say. Busted. He opened one eye and broke into a small smile. “Are you gonna murder me?”
“Haven’t decided yet.” You whispered back, nearly letting the sound of the wind outside drown you out.
“I could take you,” he propped himself up on his arm.
“Is that a challenge or a blanket statement?” You raised an eyebrow, “Because I wasn’t going to murder you, but those are fighting words.”
“What do you think?” He was goading you now, waiting to see if you’d back down from whatever this was, if there was a line you were going to draw.
“I think I could kick your ass.” You sat up on your knees.
“Yeah?” He looked at you, skeptical. You couldn’t think of what to say, couldn’t tell what this was, or what would happen if you crossed the physical boundary into his space.
You threw caution to the wind for the second time within the hour.
You launched yourself towards him, and he let his arm fall to the side, lying on his back as you clambered to straddle him. Grabbing his wrists, you pulled his hands above his head, letting out a small huff of victory.
You couldn’t recall a time where you’d ever been this close to Damien before. There was a pool of heat in your stomach that you tried to write off as a burst of energy—adrenaline hitting in the middle of the night—while you rationalized being in this position with him. With your friend. It was just wrestling; a playful act among companions. You’d seen people do it all the time in the office. Courtney put Spencer in a headlock the other day—you’d seen her do it to Ian the day before that. It was fine. It wasn’t anything other than roughhousing.
It didn’t have to be anything more.
“I told you.” You gloated.
“I was in a vulnerable position. This is hardly what I would call a fair fight.”
“Don’t be a sore loser.”
“I’m being a sore loser?” He smiled, all teeth, and you were about to respond, tell him that you had won, fair and square, and that if he wanted to lose again, you’d grant him the rematch he clearly wanted so desperately.
Instead, he flipped you onto your back, knee between your legs and one hand pinning your wrists above your head just as you had done to him.
“Never let your guard down,” He laughed, and you bit back a smile.
“That’s not fair.”
“That’s what a sore loser would say.” He taunted, and you thought you felt his grip tighten around your wrists.
You looked up at him, unsure where to go from here.
Surely, you’d separate, turn over and away from each other, fall asleep, and then act like nothing was different tomorrow—because nothing was different. Nothing had changed. This was nothing.
But you liked the way he looked like this; his knee caught between the V of your own legs, the muscles in his arm tense from the grip he had on you, his other hand planted on the bed at your side, just close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of it. You watched him swallow.
“Tell me to let go,” he whispered, his voice gravelly. “Tell me to let go and I will.”
You didn’t move. You didn’t make a sound. All you could do was stare up at him, before you reminded yourself to speak, to say anything, to finally reveal what it was you wanted.
“Kiss me.” You were worried he wouldn’t hear it over the wind, words coming out small and breathy, but you saw the way the muscle in his jaw clicked.
He was on you instantly, colliding with you in a frenzied kiss. He let go of your wrists, and your hands came down to trail over his back, pulling him closer to you by the back of his neck. He bit at your bottom lip, and the sharp sting was counteracted quickly by the way his tongue darted over it, exploring you while you whined underneath him. He licked into your mouth, and you sucked at his tongue before letting his exploration continue, your hands reaching under the back of his shirt in an attempt to get closer, to let him suffocate you with his attention.
He pulled back, lips pink and cheeks blushed, his hand coming to hold your jaw and encourage you to open wider. He spit into your open mouth, before pushing on your jaw, encouraging you to close it. You did, swallowing his offering before opening your mouth again, sticking out your tongue as proof of your deed.
“Fuck,” he growled, hand still on your face when he reconnected his mouth to yours. It was needier now; sloppy and wet, and you could taste him perfectly like this, your spit mingling with his, licking into his mouth to get as much of him as you could.
He trailed down your body, leaving kisses on any skin available to him. The collar of your shirt exposed your clavicle, and he bit into the skin around it, sinking his teeth into you just enough for red marks to appear, before sucking a bruise onto the skin of the bone.
“Camera,” you reminded him haphazardly, “Nothing the camera can see—” You combed your fingers through his hair, pulling hard to ensure he listened to your warning, and he groaned at the pressure, removing his mouth from you.
“Right,” He was breathing hard, thumb rubbing circles on the bruise he had just made, low enough on your chest that your shirt would cover it—a secret between the two of you. He leaned back down, lips wrapping around the pulse point below your ear and peppering gentle kisses on it. You ground your hips onto him, his knee still planted between your thighs, stabilizing his position, and you felt the fabric of your pajamas catch perfectly on your clit, letting out a soft moan.
Damien watched, lips parted, as you bucked your hips against his thigh; some area of his brain wanted to let you continue, let you bring yourself to the edge by using him like this, but that was outweighed by the part of him that wanted so desperately to be the one making you cum; he wanted to make you fall apart, wanted to see how pretty you looked when he was making you feel good.
He moved his leg, effectively straddling you, and you let out a whimper of discontent, disappointed by the sudden loss of friction when you had been so close to what you needed.
“I know, baby,” his voice was cloying, clearly finding your whines enticing in a twisted sort of way; call it sadistic, but he didn’t want you putting in any work—he wanted to be in charge of all your pleasure. “I’ll let you finish, I promise,” he licked a stripe up your neck. “Tell me what you need.”
“Want your mouth,” you were quick to answer.
“Ask nicely.”
“Please, I want your mouth on me Damien—please.”
“You want my mouth?” He nipped at your jawline, “Want me to fuck you with my tongue?”
You nodded, entranced by how devious he looked, pupils blown out, swallowing the moon’s reflection, silver hair messy from being pulled on and falling over his eyes, skin flushed pink; you were absolutely overcome with need watching him at his most primal.
He moved further down your body, situating himself between your legs and tucking his fingers beneath the waistband of your pajamas; you lifted your hips when he began to pull the fabric off of you, slowly, and you tried in vain to push your pants off faster.
“Uh-uh,” he moved his hands to cover yours, “be patient.”
You removed your hands from the flannel waistband, placing them over your chest and trying to crane your neck to watch him. It felt like an eternity before he finally let the fabric pool around your ankles, sliding them off with help from you kicking gently against the air. If ever there was a time to be thankful that you didn’t sleep in underwear, it would be now.
Moving back towards your core, he pulled your legs over his shoulders, still concentrated on making you comfortable even while most of his focus was on your naked cunt.
“Do you always get wet this quickly?” He let you hook your knee behind his head, looking up at you from between your legs.
“Shut up,” you felt suddenly embarrassed, as if it was only now, with his breath fanning your spread legs, that he had become suspicious of your attraction to him.
“That’s a no, then?” He smirked and your embarrassment dissipated when you saw the prideful smile.
Damien’s eyes shifted then from your face to your inner thigh, turning his head to suck marks on it just as he had on your neckline. He bit into the supple flesh, just hard enough to leave an outline of his teeth, before kissing bruises onto the same spots. You let out a contented sigh, and he squeezed your other thigh before turning his head again to repeat the process on that side. Licking stripes up your legs and into the joint of your thigh, he stopped short of where you wanted him, letting out a hum every time you exhaled in frustration at the lack of attention your cunt was getting.
He liked riling you up, seeing your brow furrow and your cheeks redden in frustration at not getting what you had asked for.
He relented when you started whispering pleas of his name, hand buried in his hair and pulling gently at the roots for him to use his mouth on you like he had said he would. You gasped at the contact of his tongue on your clit, the way he flattened the muscle to slide over you before moving it in slow circles over your bud. His fingers dug bruises into your thighs, holding them over his shoulders and pulling you closer to him when he finally started licking circles around your hole.
“Fuck—fuck!” you couldn’t get another word out, too focused on the way he dove into you and lapped up your slick. He was messy but masterful, letting your juices and his spit trail down over the curve of your ass while making your back arch off the mattress, hand still in his hair and unsure of whether you wanted to push him down further or pull him off due to the overwhelming sensation.
The sounds were pornographic, wet and filthy, and when you pulled harder on his hair he let out a low growl that displayed his pleasure while heightening your own.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he groaned into you, spitting onto your dripping cunt before indulging once more in your taste. You became aware of the way his hips ground into the mattress with every flick of his tongue and every mewl you let out. “Cum for me like this, baby, can you do that? Let me taste it?”
You threw your head back at his words, pressure building in your stomach at the way he clearly got so much enjoyment from making you feel good, paired with the way his teeth grazed your clit, sucking on you until you saw stars and then pulling away to do it again. One of his hands fell from your leg, and he brought it to your cunt, spitting once before pushing two fingers in. You squirmed, moaning, as he curled them towards him and fluttered them over the spongy spot inside of you. He dragged his tongue over your clit one more time, and you were catapulted over the edge, dizzy with lust, pleasure coursing through you like an electric current.
Damien moved back up the bed, hugging you to him while you trembled with the aftershocks of your orgasm, muttering words of praise.
“Did so fucking good,” he kissed the top of your head, “Such a good girl—was that ok? Are you alright?” His thumb ran over your cheek, and he dipped his head down to leave kisses in its wake.
You let out a shaky breath, adjusting your position to throw your leg over his side before wrapping your arms around him to pull him down for a kiss.
“So good.” You muttered, tasting yourself on his lips. You rolled your hips against his lazily, reaching down to trail your hand over his evident bulge. “More.”
“Yeah?” He groaned, taking in the way your hand felt on his clothed cock.
“Please.” You looked up at him through your lashes.
He reconnected his lips to yours, moving slowly and swallowing your sounds.
“You want me like this?” He whispered, hands sweeping over your body, “Gonna let me fuck you into the mattress?”
Your hips bucked on their own accord, and you nodded feverishly. He sat up, pulling you up after him, and reached under the hem of your shirt to help you remove it. He got distracted by the sight of your chest, the swell of your breasts and the way you looked at him expectantly.
“You’re so pretty,” he almost laughed, absolutely delighted by you, as he leaned down to suck a bruise on the valley between your breasts. He nipped at the pillowy skin, teeth skimming your nipple when he took it into his mouth, barely putting pressure on it until your hand flew to his hair in a gesture to make him continue, to give you more. You whimpered, sitting on your knees with his face pressed against your chest.
He stood up, removing his shirt quickly before untying the cord of his pants.
“There’s really nothing sexier than a man in pajama bottoms,” he made a face as he fumbled with the knot of the string, finally undoing it with a sharp tug.
“I’d have to agree.” You shot him a smug look and he shook his head, smiling. He situated himself back on the mattress, pushing you onto your back and kissing your neck. You let out a quiet yelp when you landed on the pillows, laughing softly. You still felt dizzy, the entire situation leaving you completely shocked but admittedly thrilled, and when you saw him looking down at you, you felt words leave your mouth before you could filter them.
“I’ve wanted this for a really long time.”
Damien smiled again, kissing your forehead before dipping down to trail kisses over your jaw. “Me too.”
“So, uh,” You let your hand wander down his body, stopping at the base of his cock and teasing your fingers around it, “You gonna fuck me into the mattress now?”
He grabbed your hand, and in a parallel to the situation that got you here, pinned it above your head.
“Is that what you want?” His pupils swallowed his irises, giving him the appearance of someone completely lost in desire. It made you greedy for more.
“Yeah.” You breathed.
“Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“No. The whole thing. Say it.”
“I want…” You felt dirty saying it out loud, and that was half the appeal, “I want you to fuck me into the mattress.”
“That’s right. You gonna beg for it?”
You liked him like this, so cocky and domineering. It made you feel breathless, head swimming with what was to come. Dominance looked good on him.
“Please, Damien,” you swallowed, squirming slightly in anticipation.
“C’mon, you can do better than that.” He practically scoffed, “Beg.”
“Fuck me, please,” you felt yourself growing frustrated, and you could feel your heart beating in your cunt. “I was so good—I’ve been so good, please, I’ll take what you give me I promise just—please, please fuck me.”
The hand that wasn’t wrapped around your wrist fisted his cock, and you tilted your head to watch him stroke himself while he lined up with your entrance. You whined, hoping that maybe it would make him move faster.
“What did I say about being patient?” He chided, and your head fell back onto the pillows.
“Please, Damien.” You couldn’t have hidden your eagerness if you tried.
“One more time.” You felt the tip of his cock between your folds, collecting your slick and nudging your entrance.
“Please—yes!” You gasped when he pushed his hips forward, eyes rolling back slightly at the way he filled you completely in one stroke.
“Good girl.” He grabbed your other hand, now pinning both your wrists down over your head, giving him a full view of your body underneath him. “You feel good? Worth the wait?”
You nodded your head, mouth open and eyes wide, mesmerized by the stretch and the feeling of him seated deep inside of you.
“Tell me—use your words,” His own patience was wearing thin, and you could tell he was waiting for the opportunity to fuck you the way he wanted to.
“Feels so good, Damien,” you nodded again, “Move—fuck me, please.”
He exhaled, content with your answer and subsequent request. He drew his hips back far enough to nearly pull out of you, before slamming back against you and bottoming out completely. You let out a moan, and his free hand covered your mouth.
“Gotta be quiet, baby” he whispered.
You nodded underneath his hand, remembering all the other people in the house, and he pulled it away from your mouth before pushing two fingers through your lips.
“That’ll keep you busy, right?” He smiled and you moaned softly around his fingers, tongue circling them behind your lips.
Damien copied his initial sharp thrust, pushing into you with enough force to move you up the bed repeatedly, watching the way your breasts bounced with the movement. Letting go of your hands briefly, he brought one of your legs up to his shoulders, deepening the position, and you whimpered around the fingers in your mouth.
“God, you’re fucking perfect. Sound so pretty, baby” he groaned, grinding his hips against you to get a feel for how deep he was inside of you, “So pretty letting me fuck you like this.”
He took his fingers from your mouth, toying with your nipples and using the residual spit to lubricate his movements. His other hand left your wrists, focused now on holding himself above you while he drove in and out of you.
You squirmed under him, overstimulated and needy, and your newly freed hands grabbed at whatever they could hold onto; one gripping his arm, nails leaving crescents in his skin, while the other fisted the sheets, and Damien took note of the way your face contorted when his thrusts became rougher.
“You like that?” His voice was as kind as it usually was, but with an edge to it now, driving into you hard. “That feel good, baby?”
Your moans were increasingly high-pitched, and all you could offer was a jumble of reassuring whines. You pulled him down by the back of his neck, lips meeting for a feverish, passionate kiss. He bit your bottom lip, keeping it between his teeth and tugging at it, before letting his tongue push forward into your mouth.
You moaned into him, his cock pushing against your most sensitive spot. You arched your back, silently begging for more, and he followed your unspoken instructions, fingers finding your clit between your bodies and kneading tight circles over it.
You let out a ragged cry of his name, cunt squeezing around him as you came; he pulled you into him, arm wrapping under your body, to kiss you fervidly, groaning at how you felt clenching so tightly around him.
“That’s right, baby, cum for me,” he fucked you through your high; long, deep strokes at a much slower pace bringing you back down to earth, “Good fucking girl.”
“Oh my god,” you mumbled, drowsy and overstimulated, happy to be enveloped by him.
“Where do you want me, baby?” His thrusts picking back up slightly, eager for his own release.
“Anywhere you want,” you kissed up the side of his neck, whining at the feel of his cock as he dragged his hips back before sinking back into you, “Wanna make you cum, please.” You rubbed your cheek against his, the friction from his short stubble soothing you.
“You want me to cum for you?” Even now, he kept teasing, “My good girl wants me to cum for her? So fucking greedy.”
You whined, wordlessly, trying to move your hips to match his thrusts, intent on pleasing him the way he had you.
“Spit,” he offered you his hand, and you licked his palm before spitting into it.
He squeezed you tight, using the arm still underneath you to lift you up slightly and get a few last thrusts in as deep as he could manage. Upon pulling out, he fucked his fist with the hand you had prepared for him, spilling over your cunt. You whimpered at the feeling, and the thought of his cum mingling with your own between your legs.
Breathing heavy and uneven, Damien took a moment to collect himself. He leaned over the side of the bed, finding his discarded shirt and grabbing it; he wiped between your legs, careful to go slow and gentle over your more sensitive spots. He threw the shirt back over the side of the bed when he deemed you properly cleaned up.
“Thank you,” you spoke up, nuzzling into his side.
He hummed, kissing your head and moving stray hairs from your face. “Was that…it wasn’t too much, was it?”
“Damien,” you looked up at him incredulously, “It was perfect.”
“Not too rough?”
“The perfect amount of rough.”
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “Did you mean what you said?”
“That I wanted to make you cum?”
“Well—mm. Kinda gathered that that was the truth. No, I mean, when you said you’ve wanted this…for a while.”
“Of course I meant it.” You fidgeted with the fingers he had draped around your shoulder. “Did you mean it when you—”
“Yeah.” He cut you off.
“You didn’t know what I was going to ask.”
“What were you going to ask?” He quipped.
“Now I’m not telling you.” You rolled your eyes, playfully turning away from him. Damien used the hand he had on your shoulder as leverage to pull you back against him, and you landed against his chest.
“Did I mean it when I said I wanted this, too?” He finished your question for you, “Yeah. I meant it. One hundred percent, I did.” He pressed his cheek against the crown of your head, “Was worried that wanting more was a, I dunno, like a…thought it would make you uncomfortable. So, I just—not that I don’t like being your friend—but I tried to behave myself. Y’know? Even though...” His gaze flicked over your face, "I always wanted more."
“Is this where you tell me that you orchestrated this whole thing by turning down the heat in here?” You joked, tired and satisfied and so utterly content that he, too, wanted more than the friendship you had cultivated with one another—thrilled that you had been on the same page all along; the initial paranoia over the implications of being attracted to the other, and now basking in the relief that your affection was mutual.
“I’m flattered that you think I have that kind of forethought. But no,” he laughed. “Just got lucky.”
“In so many respects.” You giggled, listening to his heartbeat against your cheek.
“Thanks for letting me stay.” He held you tighter, as if a loose grip would cause you to slip away from him.
“Thanks for staying.”
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group: stray kids !
pairing: nonidol!han jisung x f!reader
genre: fluff, hardly any angst
warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, jisung is referred to as ji, mentions of sex, reader has very bad nightmares, jisung has minor nightmares, jisung gets sick, crazy ex, some one bed scenes, seungmin is jisungs roommate, reader is a waitress
authors note: i think this is actually the cutest thing ive ever made. this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)
wc: 4623
jisung makes his way to the restaurant, excited to get back into dating after so long. he tugs on his black fitted turtleneck, the necklace making it feel rather uncomfortable.
he takes a deep breath, staring at the sign to make sure it’s the right restaurant. haven. the name makes it sound peaceful.
he enters the restaurant, automatically being greeted by the woman at the counter. “the reservation is under han jisung, ma’am.”
she checks her list, “for two?”
he nods, and she brings him towards the table, placing two menus on it. “your waiter will be with you shortly.”, she bows.
jisung reads through the menu, getting more anxious as time goes on. maybe she’s just running late, right?
he checks his watch again, she should’ve been here over twenty minutes ago. suddenly, he was knocked out of his thoughts by a voice coming from beside him.
“hello sir, my name is y/n and i will be serving you today. what can i get started for you?”. he jerks his head up to look at you and butterflies erupt in his stomach. this had to have been the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.
he stares at you, a little wide-eyed, and then finally processed your words. “oh yeah- uh- is the jjampong just one serving?”
“yes sir.”
he smiles at you, “alright then, i’ll have one jjampong on the milder side and the gimmari.”
“alright, will that be all sir? any drinks?”
“a coke is fine”
you nod, smiling and swiftly making your way into the kitchen. his heart finally seems to calm down, the fidgeting of his fingers coming to a stop.
he sits patiently waiting for his food, when the empty seat in front of him starts to haunt him again. he’s just been stood up on a date. of course he feels bad about it but, if he hadn’t, maybe he would have never seen you.
you come back with the food not too long after, smiling at him. “enjoy your meal”
he smiles back, nodding. “thank you ma’am”
the aroma of the food alone is enough to satisfy him, and he grabs his utensils quickly. he takes a sip of the broth, the heat engulfing his tongue immediately.
maybe he shouldn’t have gotten jjampong, he’s bad enough with spicy foods. he takes a sip of his coke, almost spitting it out because it burns so bad. he fans himself with his hand, breathing dramatically.
he turns his head to see you again, this time from a far distance on the other end of the room. you’re staring at him, bursting into a small fit of laughter and covering your mouth when he sees you. you can’t contain yourself.
he manages to smile back, giggling a little on the process. of course it was embarrassing, but he had to admit, it was pretty funny.
you walk over to the table to approach him. “everything okay here?”
he looks at you again, “oh- yeah it’s okay just… a little spicy.”
you laugh again, the sound is music to his ears. “yeah, i could tell. and that’s just the mild version”, you say as you walk off.
he smiles a little to himself again, the moment not seeming as embarrassing as it normally would be. he takes another sip, slowly getting used to the spice.
the meal was amazing, he’d have to come back here sometime. maybe he’d order something else though…
“no i’m serious she was so beautiful”
seungmin rolled his eyes, “yeah yeah sure she was”
jisung frowns a bit, trying his best to focus on the game but he couldn’t. thoughts of you plagued his mind, he felt weird. creepy, almost. what kind of guy simps for a girl that he’ll probably never see again?
lightbulb moment !
“oh my gosh, that’s it!”
seungmin looks at him, confused. “what…?”
“huh? oh- nothing”
they both continue playing the game, jisung losing majority of the time due to his distractions. seungmin finally leaves and jisung dashes towards his bed.
he takes out his phone, quickly calling the number to haven.
“hello?”
“hi! this is-“, he couldn’t even let the lady get through her introduction.
“can i set a reservation on saturday at seven?”
he enters the restaurant again, now in a more casual outfit. he greets the same lady as last time, and she brings him to his seat, a reservation for one.
“thank you ma’am”
he waits, hoping that he’ll see you again, when suddenly, a familiar voice snaps him out of his thoughts. “hi again! what can i get for you today sir?”
he jerks his head towards you, a grin on his face appearing when he sees you again. you don’t question it, just assuming he’s in a good mood.
“could i get the beef bulgogi and the gimmari with a coke?”
you smile at him, “the bulgogi is a good option, it’s not as spicy”, you say with a wink. “it’ll be out shortly sir”
you walk out, disappearing behind the set of doors leading to the kitchen. his heart thumps in his chest at the sight of your wink. he tries to distract himself again, waiting for the meal.
as soon as he sees his plate, his mouth starts watering. he takes a bite of the beef, eyes widening instantly. it had a little kick to it, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
it was so good that he just continued stuffing his face. both sides of his cheeks puffed up due to the food in each side, and he turns his head again.
you’re staring at him from across the room once again, smiling at him. you couldn’t help but find him adorable with those cute cheeks of his. you shook yourself of those thoughts, getting back to serving.
a light pink blush taints his cheeks, and he slows down a little bit, embarrassed that you saw him like that. it’s not like he could resist though, the food at haven is amazing.
he’ll try to make a reservation every week from now on.
weeks pass by of trying new menus and having small conversations with you, jisung becoming a quick regular at haven just to see your face.
his favorite was the japchae and he found himself eating it most saturday’s he was at haven.
he decides to be bold this time around, feeling more confident in himself after beating seungmin four times in a row.
“hey jisung! what can i get for you today?”
“can i get the galbitang with a coke and your number please?
“of course! will that be a- wait, what?”
he looks at you, nodding expectedly and waiting for an answer. you quickly nod and rush to the kitchen, putting in the order for him. your heart beats erratically in your chest, why does he want your number of all people?
you come back with his food, giving him a smile and a folded slip of paper. you leave not to long after, continuing your job. jisung quickly unfolds the paper, face lighting up when he sees the ten digit number.
he eats happily that day, smiling every time he sees you. you can’t help but smile back.
jisung <3: come over already! he’s dying to meet you
y/n: shut up, i’m getting ready. you can’t just rush beauty like mine
jisung rolls his eyes at your snarkiness, but he couldn’t deny it. you truly are beautiful, but he didn’t really think you needed to do much to look pretty.
some twenty minutes later, jisung hears a knock at his door, jumping up and dashing towards it. he flings open the door to see you standing there. his jaw hangs low.
his eyes trace your body up and down, you’re in a cute little skirt paired with a beige sweater. hes never seen you in such attire, only ever a black button up.
you shy away a little bit from his gaze, a nervous smile appearing on your face. maybe it was a bit much for just a game night.
“hey…”
he was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts. “oh- what? sorry- come in”, he chuckled nervously.
you walk inside, taking in your surroundings. there’s a boy sitting on the couch looking at you, you assume it’s seungmin.
“hello! it’s so great to finally meet you”, you say.
“it’s nice to meet you too y/n, ji has told me a lot about you”, he smiles.
jisung rolls his eyes, leading you to the couch where all the gameplay happens. the three of you sit on the same couch, gaming for hours on end. you were a lot better than jisung thought you were.
he ended up last in every match… just like always.
you and seungmin both found fun in laughing at him, watching as a pout made its way into his face. you smiled at how adorable he looked, you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and kiss the pout away.
it’s late at night now, and you’re about to walk yourself home, when seungmin stops you. “it’s pretty late to walk outside all alone is it not? you can stay the night if you’d like, we don’t mind.”
you turn around, smiling, “thank you for the consideration, but these clothes aren’t very… comfortable”
“that’s no problem! i’m sure ji can lend you some”, he says with a smile.
you watch as jisungs face goes red, and you can’t help but accept the offer. “that’s fine with me then, thank you guys”, you smile sweetly.
seungmin walks into his room, winking at jisung on the way. jisung leads you into his room, picking out a comfortable t-shirt for you to wear as well as a pair of shorts.
you quickly change, wanting to get to bed as soon as possible. you’re exhausted from all the yelling and gaming that took place tonight. you walk out of the bathroom, jisung even more wide eyed than when he saw you at the door. his heart fluttered at the sight of you looking so cute in his clothes, but he decided not to speak on it.
he grabs the blanket from the chair, walking out the room. “wait! where are you going?”
jisung turns around to face you. “what do you mean? i’m sleeping on the couch?”
“what!? no! i’m sure there’s enough space for the both of us”
he smiles at you, a little skeptical about sleeping in the same bed as you. “are you sure?”
you nod, and he swiftly slips into bed. you cover yourself with the blanket, the warmth providing a sense of comfort, and you allow yourself to fall asleep.
you wake up to jisung spooning you from behind, to be quite honest, you were very confused about how you got there, but you didn’t really… mind it. it actually felt kind of nice.
you held his hands that wrapped around your waist, the warmth spreading through your entire body. “you up y/n?”
you jolt when you hear his voice. “holy shit- sorry i didn’t know you were up yet”
he laughed a bit, stroking your hands soothingly, “sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you.”
you giggle, finally getting out of bed. the two of you get ready, and you pack up your clothes before you leave.
all of a sudden, you hear a knock at the door. “ji! someone’s here”
he walks over to the door, opening it and his heart sinks immediately. “hi jiiii”, she says in a sweet tone. it’s his ex, his most toxic one at that.
his tone completely changes, even scaring you a bit. “what the fuck do you want.”
she lets herself inside, eyes meeting yours. anger courses through her veins at the sight of another girl in jisung’s clothing. “who the fuck are you?”
you couldn’t bring yourself to answer, too confused about the situation going on. she begins approaching you, fists clenched at her sides. “why the hell are you wearing his clothes?”
before anything can happen, jisung stands in front of you. it doesn’t stop her from talking though. “he’s mine, not yours.”
“i am not yours. you cheated on me. you made a fucking choice. now get the fuck out before i call the cops on you.”
all of a sudden, a loud noice makes you shut your eyes quickly. did this bitch just slap him?
he slowly walks towards her, backing her up towards the door. “don’t fucking come back”
he shuts the door, letting out a long breath. “oh my gosh i’m so sorry… are you okay?”
you smile at him, “yeah i’m fine, no worries.”, you bring a hand up to his cheek, “are you okay?”
jisung smiles at the contact and the softness in your voice, butterflies erupting everywhere again. he nods, trying to fight off the blush that creeps up on him.
“can i walk you home? i uh- i don’t want her to like… hurt you or anything.”
you take his hand in yours, walking across the sidewalk on the way to your house and talking about some more hangout plans for the future. everything felt so natural with him.
this had to be more than just a silly crush, right?
“ji?”
“are you up?”
“mhm… just drowsy”
“i’m sorry, you can go back to sleep. goodnight”
you let out a sigh, finally processing his words in your sleep ridden state. “what’s wrong ji?”
the other end of the line stays silent for a moment. “i had a nightmare…”
you honestly find it cute that he called you of all people for comfort. “do you wanna talk about it?”
“mmm no… i just need a distraction.”
you quickly get out of bed, continuing to talk to jisung while you get ready. “y/n, are you okay? you sound a little out of breath”
“what? yeah i’m fine”, you say as you approach his house. “open the door, im here”
“what?! you came over?”, he asked incredulously, “but i’m not even ready?”
the call disconnects, and you hear footsteps approaching the door. jisung opens it for you, his hair still messy from laying down and his bloodshot eyes stare right at you.
“you wanna go for a walk?”, you smile.
he thinks about the offer for a moment. there was no way he could get back to sleep anytime soon, so why not? “sure”
you take his hand in yours, dragging him down the steps and onto the sidewalk. he runs after you, chasing you all the way to the playground until you trip over a rock and fall onto the concrete with a thud.
he quickens his pace to get to you faster and help you up, “are you okay?!”
his breathing quickens, he feels guilty for letting this happen to you. he holds you close to him, faces only inches apart as he grabs onto your arm.
you’re flustered by the proximity between you two, but he doesn’t seem to notice yet. he’s far too concerned to really process it anyways. “i-i’m okay, i just scraped my elbow is all…”
he pulls away from you, gently picking up your arm and turning it to see what damage has been done. “i’m sorry…”
you turn his head back towards you, “it’s okay, i promise. it doesn’t even hurt that bad.”, you giggle. he manages to smile back at you somehow, your laugh putting him at ease.
you quickly open your backpack, taking out the bandage and gauze you keep in there, along with the alcohol. before you can do anything, jisung picks up the alcohol.
“i’ll do it.”
he begins to clean your wound, apologizing every time you wince due to the stinging. he places the gauze on it, wrapping the bandage around tightly. “you’re all set”, he smiles softly at you.
you smile back, and your eyes catch onto the swing set. with no warning, you jump up and head to the swings. “last one to the swings is a rotten egg!”
he laughs at your playfulness, “that isn’t fair! you left me to clean all this up!”
he makes it to the swings almost a minute later after packing up everything. you laugh at him for being so slow. “hey, it wasn’t even my fault!”
“fine, how can i make it up to you?”
he stands beside the swing you’re on, “push me.”
you laugh, “push you? okay!”
you quickly get off the swing, pushing him onto the mulch with both your hands. he looks up at you incredulously, a playful scoff leaving his lips. “i meant on the swings, dumbass”
“i know”, you reply with a smug smile while helping him up. he gets on the swing, waiting expectedly for you to push him. he shivers at the feeling of the cold air hitting him as he went higher and higher.
small squeals left his lips, giggling every so often. you cant get over how cute he sounds. your heart swells every time you hear a little noise escape.
“okay, you don’t have to push me anymore you know.”
“i know, but it’s fun.”
he can see the sun light peaking over, the dark blue sky filled with small clouds.
after a little while, he drags his feet across the mulch, coming to a full stop on the swings. “why’d you stop ji?”
“it’s your turn now!”
over the past month, it’s become more of a habit. everytime one of you needs a distraction, the other figures out something to do. it’s been a while since you’ve had a nightmare, waking up to your bed covered in sweat and tears felt uncomfortable.
you did the only thing you could, you called jisung. “jisung…?”
your voice quivered as you spoke, your hands struggling to hold your phone still. “hm?”
“ji i need help. i had- i had a nightmare”
“what? oh gosh- i’m on my way.”
you can hear how fast he runs towards your house, loud footsteps and breathing from the other end of the phone. even through all the struggle, he tries his best to talk you through it.
the rain pours on him, but he couldn’t care less in that moment. he arrives in just under ten minutes, knocking frantically on your door. you disconnect the line, opening the door to see him completely drenched head to toe.
before you can even say a word, he wraps you into a hug, droplets of water dripping onto you. you don’t seem to really process the dampness of your clothes anymore, holding onto jisung tightly.
“are- are you okay?”, he asks softly, not to startle you. you pull away a little to look at him and nod, slowly beginning to process his state.
“ji, are you crying?”
he clutches onto your shirt, “i’m sorry… was just really worried”
you smile at him, wrapping your arms around him again. even with how the rain water dripped down your back, there was an odd warmth filling your body.
he finally pried himself off of you, smiling a little awkwardly. “sorry… let’s go now?”
you raise an eyebrow, “what do you mean?”
“i have to take you out somewhere now, don’t i?”
“but it’s… raining?”
he giggles a little bit, “since when have you ever cared about that?”
he grabs you lightly by the arm, dragging you out into the rain. the two of you talked a little louder over the rain this time, arms interlinked.
the rain seemed to calm down about an hour later, leaving both of you shivering and cold in the wind. you both head back not too long after, wanting to get a change of clothes.
you figured you’d give jisung his shirt and shorts he gave you the night you slept over. you arrive at your house, unlocking the door and walking in.
you wonder why jisung doesn’t follow, and you turn around. “aren’t you coming in?”
he looks up at you again, “what? i thought you wanted me to go home?”
you shake your head, leading him into your home and locking the door behind you. you quickly grab his clothes and hand them to him, “sorry, i never gave them back”
he smiles, “that’s okay”.
the both of you change, drying your hair and finally settling on watching a movie. the sleep finally catches up to you while you’re on the couch, the warmth emitting from jisung immediately putting you to sleep.
light snores fill the room, and jisung turns off the tv, carrying you to the room lightly as to not wake you up. he sets you down on the bed, careful not to wake you up. it doesn’t quite work though.
“ji?”
he turns around to look at you again. “hm?”
“can you spend the night? just… just in case?”
he smiles at you, the hallway light illuminating his face. “of course”
he slips into bed next to you, incredibly quiet as to not annoy you in your sleepy state. “you can breathe y’know, it’s not the first time we’ve done this”
he laughs, “sorry, i didn’t wanna wake you”
you grab his hand from under the sheets, bringing it up to the pillows. “goodnight ji”
his face burns red at the sudden touch. your voice echos in his ears for several moments after. “night, y/n”
you wake up to a sleeping jisung, his arms wrapped around you and a light pout on his face. you smile at him, bringing your hand up to his forehead to stroke the hair out of his face.
you immediately stop when you feel the heat on your fingertips. “ji? ji wake up.”
his eyes slowly flutter open. “mm?”
his eyes go wide at the sound of his voice, and he tries to clear his throat, coughing into his fist in the process. “ji, i think you’re sick.”
he frowns a little, finally taking in the pain of his throat. you quickly rush out of bed to help him. you take his hand and lead him to the bathroom, unboxing the extra toothbrush you have and handing it to him.
you both get ready for the day, jisung doesn’t say much due to the pain, but you don’t seem to mind. you lead him to the kitchen, making him a hot cup of ginger tea to soothe his throat.
he watches intently as you make the tea, and you hand it to him some minutes later. “no sugar?”
you smile, “i use honey. try it.”
he takes a sip tentatively, careful not to burn himself, and the hot liquid instantly alleviates the pain in his throat. he hums in approval, finishing it pretty quickly.
you check the time, it’s almost two in the afternoon, so you decide to call off breakfast and make lunch instead.
”ji, can i make some jjampong?”, you see the skeptical look on his face. “on the milder side”, you giggle.
he smiles, nodding slightly. “thanks”
you grab the ingredients from the freezer, but you realize you’re missing something. “ji, do you have your phone on you? i need to look something up and i left mine in the other room”
he hands you his phone, unlocking it for you, and you click onto his browser. you look up the ingredients, making sure you have all the essentials, when a text from seungmin pops up.
rabid dog: omg jisung
rabid dog: did you finally sleep with y/n
rabid dog: >:)
oh god.
you swipe them away, focusing on the task at hand and check over the list. it doesn’t seem like you’re missing anything, so you hand jisung the phone and get back to work.
you start making the jjampong, still thinking about the text. why did he emphasize “finally”? does jisung like you or something? you decide to ignore it and make the jjampong instead.
you don’t put too much chili paste into it, making sure it’s altered to jisung’s liking. some forty minutes later, you grab two bowls, pouring the soup into each.
“enjoy”, you say with a smile. jisung tentatively takes a sip, holding onto the glass of water beside him just in case. his eyes went wide, immediately talking another sip.
you giggle, “good?”
all he can do is nod, stuffing his face with the food. you both finish not too long after, and you lead him to your bed again. “you need rest ji”
he nods, making his way towards the bed. “hold on, let me text seungmin so he knows im over at yours”
you nod, and you sit down on the bed next to him while you wait. you watch as his face goes red reading the text, and you can’t help but smile.
he slips into bed not too long after, and you instantly wrap your arms around him to provide more warmth. he hums in satisfaction, nuzzling closer to you. “i love you…”
“i love you too”, you confess, without missing a beat. he looks up at you, wide eyed, “i- what?”
“i love you, jisung.”, you say with a bright smile.
he smiles back, hugging you again. “i’m sorry… it just felt like the right thing to say in that moment.”
you stroke his hand with your thumb, “it’s okay, i didn’t realize i was saying it until i saw you look back up at me”, you giggle.
you pull away from him for a moment, grabbing his chin with your fingers. “can i?”
he takes a moment to process what’s happening, giggling and then finally saying, “you’ll get sick.”
“i don’t care. please?”
he leans in tentatively, not wanting to rush you, but you meet him halfway. the kiss is soft, full of love and affection.
your hands find home in his hair, and his hands dig deeper into your waist. your lips disconnect not too long after, the kiss leaving you breathless.
“go to sleep now yeah? i’ll be here when you wake up”
he pulls you lower so you’re laying down in the bed, and he buries his face in your neck. “thanks pretty…”
you giggle at the pet name, “we’ll talk when you’re up, yeah?”
“mhm”
“can i have a table for two ma’am?”
“of course jisung! enjoy your meal”
he makes his way to the table, a little later than usual. his face lights up as soon as he sees you, the same bright smile on your face once you see him again.
“hey baby, what can i get for you today?”
he smiles at the pet name, “you”
your eyes widen, a pink blush covering your cheeks. “what?”
“your shift ends in about ten minutes right?”
you nod.
“then once you’re done, sit down with me. please?”
you smile, walking over to him and giving him a little peck. “fine, but you’re paying”
he pulls you in to give you a proper kiss, “fine by me”, he says with a wink.
you quickly finish your shift, getting ready for your little date. you sit down with him, grinning ear to ear. “hi…”
he looks at you with adoration in his eyes, “hi pretty”
the waiter arrives at your table, “hi y/n, hey jisung, what can i get for you both today?”
“could we get two of the jjampong and the gimmari? oh! and two cokes please.”
“wai-“
“alright we’ll get that started for you, have fun!”
jisung turns towards you again, a quizzical look on his face.
“well, if you’re going to be spending the rest of your life with me like you told seungmin, you better get used to having spicy food everyday.”
he smiles a little at your logic, “anything for you”
you take his hand in yours above the table.
“i know”
<3
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prizes and punishments | nh13
summary: After the devils had a hard loss and Nico caught you wearing another teams jersey, he sees it only right that he teaches you a lesson.
warnings: Domination, degradation, spitting, hair pulling, choking, use of daddy, slut, whore, good girl, fingering, oral (m receiving), some praise if you squint
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You and Nico had been fighting the past two days over very stupid things like laundry and dinner. However you decided to be petty and wear the opposing teams jersey to the game tonight.
Fortunately, Nico didn't notice until after the game but, when he did you could see something change in his eyes.
"Let's go, now." He demanded as he took your arm driving you home in pure silence.
You got out of his car following him up to your shared apartment. "Go in the bedroom and wait for me."
You listened you didn't know if it was the tone or the way he looked with wet hair that was turning you on so much but whatever it was it was working.
You went to the bedroom patiently sitting on the bed.
Nico entered the room and you could tell it was a different aura taking over the room. His eyes were filled as lust and his cock was strained against his grey sweats.
Your mouth watered at the sight of that alone.
"Listen here you filthy little whore, you haven't listened to me, you don't obey me, so now your gonna be punished.
"You are going to be punished."
"Nico I-" You tried to object but he quickly interrupted.
"No no no, nothings gonna help you now, You know that your mine, You know that your body, that pretty little pussy and that mouth is all mine." He said as he moved closer to you running his hands alone your body, "Don't you?"
You sat quietly nodding.
"speak up when I am talking to you," He said as he grabbed your chin pulling your head to look him in the eyes, "Say yes."
"Yes daddy," You said meeting his eyes.
"Good girl," He smiled looking down on you, "So, I am gonna punish you like you deserve."
"No begging is gonna help you, nothing will help you, You're gonna take it like a good little slut." He said sternly, "Now come here."
He took his hands placing them around your throat practically digging into your flesh, his finger tips squeezing at your neck. You shivered as his other hand slid up your thigh, underneath your skirt.
"Fucking move those panties now, or I'll fucking rip them off," He said angrily. You nodded pulling them off and tossing them somewhere in the room.
"Good girl," He said as you began to squirm at the cold air flush against your pussy, "Don't you fucking dare squirm."
He began to slid his fingers straight into your dripping pussy, "Look at you wet already, you little whore," you began to clench around his fingers at the degradation.
"You feel those fingers deep inside you slut? My hand around your fucking throat?" He asked as he began to press you against the wall," You like being a little whore, getting finger fucked up against a wall, don't you?"
You nodded unable to manage words with his hand around your throat and fingers thrusting harshly inside you, "Yeah you fucking like that, I wanna hear you slut," He said as he fingered you harder.
"You fucking like that?" He asked," Actually I don't even care if you do, your gonna fucking take it like a good little whore."
He pressed away from you removing his fingers and hands from your body, "Come here," He spoke harshly pushing you to your knees as you approached him.
He pulled your shirt off, "Look at that, your being a good little slut," He smirked down as you before smacking your ass," I love spanking this fucking ass, its all mine."
He slapped your ass again as you let out a loud moan, "Yeah you like daddy slapping you like good little slut."
He bent down sliding a finger into your ass, "Look at you squirm, are you moaning?" He asked looking down at you angrily, "Did I say you could fucking make noise?"
You shook your head no.
"Be a good little whore and do as I say," He smirked down at you again, "No be a good girl, and say Yes daddy, thank you daddy,"
"Yes daddy, thank you daddy," You spoke in a hushed town earning another smack on your ass.
"Say it fucking louder."
"Yes daddy, thank you daddy," You said louder now.
"Good fucking girl, now what are we gonna do?" He questioned.
"Should I fuck your pretty mouth, now that you're on your knees infront of me, hmm?" He pulled his sweats down along with his sweatshirt and threw them to the other side of the room.
He took his cock in his hand slowly jerking it staring down at you.
He slapped his cock against your face, "You like that slut, look at you being a good little whore," He said continuing slapping your cheeks with his big throbbing cock.
"Open your mouth, Open your fucking mouth," He spoke harshly pushing his cock against your lips, lacing his fingers into your hair as he pushed his cock into the abck of your throat holding your head there.
"Yeah Im gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours and your gonna take it."
He began to fuck your face sliding his cock in and out of your mouth hitting the back of your throat each time.
"Fucking spit on my cock," He said after he pulled back letting you catch your breathe.
It wasn't long before he started pounding into the back of your throat again.
He grabbed your hair harsher watching as spit leaked from the sides of your moth continuing to pump his cock inside of you.
He pulled his cock out of your mouth, pulling you by your hair over to the bed throwing you onto your back. He Grabbed your thighs pulling you closer to the edge spreading your legs.
"Now im gonna finger you until your squirt everywhere for daddy and your gonna take it."
"Then I am gonna make you fucking squirt all over my dick, thats what I want. Thats your punishment to be a fucking dirty whore who squirts all over my fucking cock and then your gonna lick it all up,"
He spread your legs once more harshly, "How bad do you want this?"
"Yes daddy, I'm fucking desperate for it, please," You whined out needing him.
"Yeah, your a good little slut," He said as he slid two fingers into your dripping pussy," Yeah you feel that, you feel my fingers deep in your fucking pussy."
He grabbed at your tits with the other hand pushing you further into the bed as his fingers curled over and over pushing you to your orgasm. He quickens his pace.
You clenched around his fingers, "Don't you dare fucking cum, feel my fingers deep inside that little pussy."
He pushed harder and faster as you were about to cum he pulled his fingers out.
He stepped back stroking his cock, "I want you to finger yourself until you cum, until you squirt all over my fucking cock."
"Yes daddy," You slowly licked your fingers before sliding them into your pussy pulling them in and out, and curling them against your plush walls.
"Yeah you gonna squirt for me baby?" He questioned," YOu gonna cum all over my big cock, yeah you are," He said as you nodded.
You quicked your pace.
"yeah give it to me you fucking slut, squirt all over my cock right now."
You pushed harder and faster bringing yourself to squirt all over his cock. You watched as it dripped down his abs and thighs.
He stepped forward stroking his cock at an ungodly speed, slowly releasing all over your pussy, "Yeah you like when daddy come son your pretty little pussy?"
"You like when daddy treats you like a filthy little cum whore?" He questioned.
You nodded,"Yes daddy, I fucking love it."
He pulled you up kissing your lips harshly before pushing you back onto the bed.
"Good girl you squirted everywhere," He smiled rubbing your thigh," Now don;t you dare disobey me again, your mine, do you understand?"
"Yes daddy, im yours all yours," You smiled.
"Good girl, now lets go clean you up," He said as he threaded his arms under your legs and behind your back carrying you to the bathroom.
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I got a little carried away if you couldn't tell... but uh hope you enjoy!
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It takes one to know one
You and Higuruma decided to make a promise to each other.
Tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, Higuruma x f!reader, this is extreme fluff with the tiniest hint of angst, just for sauce.
Song: Head over feet - Alanis Morissette
WC: 800
This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU", a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a Nanami x f!reader x Higuruma fanfic I'll eventually write (eventually). To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :)
Disclaimer: these stories are NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.
You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault
You are the bearer of unconditional things
You held your breath and the door for me
Thanks for your patience
— Head over feet, Alanis Morissette
"I have noticed something." You said, as you had your forearms over the balcony, watching the calm street. You were both outside, enjoying the last few hours of sunlight, as the sun set behind a wall of buildings.
"What?" Higuruma asked, as he sat on the only chair there was in the balcony of your apartment. He closed the book he was reading, and put it aside.
"You got me to confess I had feelings for you," as you looked at him, he was watching the sky, with a sly smirk on his face, "but you never actually told me how you felt."
His smirk was gone, and he stared at you, confused. "Huh?"
"All you said was that you were happy you weren't barking up the wrong tree. Aside from the 'poetry' of it," you huffed an almost chuckle, "that doesn't say much, Hiromi."
He slid his fingers over his hair for a moment, and seemed to be pondering on something, as he looked at you. You proceeded.
"You actually took very calculated steps just to get my 'confession', and you revealed absolutely nothing about yourself."
He sighed, and lifted his hands, in admission of his defeat. "You caught me."
You chuckled and leaned against the opposing wall, to look at him. "Why did you do that?"
He was silent for a few seconds. "I guess I was worried you'd push me away if I told you how I felt."
You sighed, and scratched your head. "I mean, your fears were warranted. But we've been dating for a while, and you still haven't said how you feel. It's odd, that's all."
"I guess... I might still me afraid you will flee at any given moment."
"Hey, I know I'm avoidant, but come on, give me some credit!" You complained, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm in this with you."
"I know. But you still have feelings for him, don't you?" Higuruma inquired, leaned against the wall on his side of the balcony. It caught you by surprise.
"... I do." You admitted, starting to worry where this conversation was heading. Is he going to hold this over my head? You thought about him wanting to ask for some time, or breaking up, and oh come on not now, just when I began to feel happy aga-
"It's okay" he said, noticing your entire body had become stiff, and your brows knit together in a pained frown. "What I mean to say is that you still have feelings for someone that you actively decided not to pursue, and hasn't told me why. I'm not asking you to, but from that I can deduct that you had some kind of fallout, and are still feeling hurt, or vulnerable."
He read you like an open book. Your softening gaze confirmed his suspicion.
"About that, Hiromi, I..." The words began to tangle themselves in your throat, forming a ball, hard to spit out.
"I don't mean to pressure you about that in any way. Talk to me if and when you're ready. No one can promise to have feelings for one single person their entire lives, that's not how feelings work," Higuruma said, "but we can promise each other something else."
You stayed silent, and waited for him to speak.
"We can promise to always tell each other the truth, even if it hurts."
You sighed, gazing at him, and nodded. "I promise that I'll always tell you the truth, even if it hurts."
He smiled at you. "I promise you the same."
"Now, about your feelings...", you began, "why don't you tell me how you feel about me?"
"I believe you already have plenty on your plate. I don't want to..." He said, looking at his feet. He didn't mean to occupy you with his feelings, was what transpired.
"I want you to." You told him, as he looked up at you. "You just promised me. Always the truth."
He chuckled, caught on the web he had made himself. "Okay, then."
Higuruma got up and stepped towards you, pulling you by your waist to press against him. Your bodies, already familiar with one another, still quivered with the closeness and warmth. You put your hands behind his neck, feeling your face prickle red, as he gazed at you, eyes soft and loving.
"I am wholeheartedly in love with you." The sorcerer pressed his forehead against yours, and kept looking at you. Your heart throbbed and whirled content, and you could've wept of joy at this very moment. "And how are you currently feeling about me?"
You stuttered for a moment. "I am sincerely falling in love with you."
He chuckled, and nuzzled his beautiful hooked nose against yours. "Always a step back."
"What can I say?" You responded, while giggling. "You know me."
"I do. That's why we're here." He replied, kissing you. It felt like the sweetest golden honey had touched your tongue after you survived swallowing coals and bitterness for so long.
Please, don't ever leave.
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Choso...crying...sobbing...begging... between our legs. Been such a good boy for not touching himself as hes on his knees, not even tied up,,,😔😔😫😫
❤︎ ໋𓈒 choso who gets off on eating you out, but desperately wants to touch himself
warnings. fem! reader, cunnilingus, whiney choso, hair pulling, praise kink, mdni.
choso being propped up between your legs—you moan, feeling the warmth of his breath fan against your clit. his tongue carefully laps between your folds, staring at you with pretty tears poking through his eyes. “i-is it good?” he’d ask you, for a brief moment breaking his glossed lips away — he lets off a shaky sigh, leaning in to press a kiss near the inner corner of your thigh. “i wanna know, baby.”
“you’re doing good,” you huff out, intaking a sharp breath. choso’s hair was ruffled, a few strands of hair poked out his ponytails, tickling against his skin as he dived back in. you watch as he reaches between himself before you softly grab a fistful of his hair, speaking in a soft voice. “no choso, don’t touch yourself.”
“right, s-sorry,” he stammers in a breathy tone, gently flicking his tongue against your sweet entrance. he lets off a moan — purely savoring your taste, and he was so whiney. the bulge in his sweats only grew, holding in the urge to feel on himself. “i-i’m sorry, ‘m sorry.”
being on his knees just for you—no one else, it was such a pretty view.
choso had half-lidded eyes and a soft needy pout that sheened across his spit-glossed lips. a track of your slick ran down his chin, and he whimpers, departing his lips just to slide his tongue across the corner of his mouth.
“can— can you play with my hair a little more? i uh . . i like when you pull on it.” he’d mumble, smearing his lips together before using two big hands to pry your legs open just a bit more.
“okay, baby,” you’d comply with a sweet smile.
just you calling him baby, it made him so weak. you hear choso sniffle . . .
and he’s so hard, your voice had his mind continuously spasming. the way you were so tender with your wording, giving him that cute simper, your hands go through his hair. running your fingers swiftly through his scalp, softly massaging against his roots.
he moved his face back towards between your legs, gathering a fair amount of spit before he spat on your cunt.
choso felt the strain, his pretty black eyelids flicker. he could never get enough.
feeling your fingers roam and lightly pull on his hair, you lie back, casually gnawing on your lip.
“f-fuck, choso. just like that, good boy.”
a soft whimper leaves his mouth before his face flushed — choso’s lips latch against your cunt before he brings two fingers to prod against your entrance. “say it again, please..”
you hold back a giggle, still on the verge of moaning before you lightly drag his face upward. “…good boy, you’re doing s-so good. making me feel good, choso.”
a whine leaves his lips, and he lolls his tongue out, making sure you felt every part…
the nerves that lived on his tongue, he could eat you out for hours. you were so sensitive, various breaths being caught in your throat. choso’s murmuring sweet nothings alongside your folds, spelling out the alphabet with his tongue before planting it with kisses.
“just… just wanna make you feel good,” he sobs, both temples of his face growing a scorching heat of hotness. the way you softly tickled your fingers against his scalp, it made his heart throb.
vigorously..
hearing you praise him, telling him how good he’s doing . . how good he’s making you feel. choso’s pout remains on his lips, it’s cute.
a thumb of his runs against your clit, immediately the tip of his finger gets coated with your own slick before he cleans it with a few licks.
choso always knew how to perfectly stimulate your pussy. you whined, feeling your legs start to twitch and jitter within his hold. one hand of grips down onto your thigh, gentle caressing it whilst another was right between yours legs.
as it should be.
his tongue runs against your clit before he sucks on it, and he’s so pretty. a flustered face, eyes closing for a brief moment. he wanted to stay like this forever and ever.
“i-i love you,” he’d falter, bringing a single chaste kiss against your cunt. “so m-muchhh,” and his words started to drag a bit.
he laps his tongue repeatedly, swirling it all throughout every part, reaching each spot before you’re right at your peak. choso’s body felt as if it was on fire. he desperately wanted to touch himself…but if his princess said not yet, then he’d wait.
“i love you too.” you’d moan, starting to move his head just a bit. back and forth between your pussy. a soft chuckle, your slick constantly smearing all over his face, the lower part of his chin. he never minded — it was his favorite part.
the moment you came undone, choso’s panting, such want and desire in his eyes ; entirely driven. he gives your pussy a final kiss before murmuring, staring up at you with cute darkened eyebrows furrowing.
“now can i—?” he starts.
“go ahead, baby.” you swallow, your tummy heaving and you felt such bundles of nerves strike all throughout your body. his tongue. he always knew how to use. forevermore a toe curling experience.
he hiccups a, “fuck, thank y-you,” and you watch as choso hesitates at first — embarrassed as you’re watching him before he reaches a hand into his sweats, the most syrupy-sweet moan heard from him before he bites his lip, his eyes meeting yours again.
“oh.. i- i came, princess. made such a mess in my pants because of you,” and then you don’t expect for him to give the front part of your hand a kiss. he stands up from his knees finally before making you feel against his bulge.
“can you touch me?” he starts, and you stare at his openly, he makes your hand run down his washboard abs, down his pretty happy trail.
specks of a few black hair that decorated his skin, until you reach near the hem of his sweatpants. “i- i wanna feel more, please.. make me feel good now, baby. please.”
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aawi:( imma kiss u, got me thinkin about eiji fucking the stuffie you got him from the fair, fantasizing about having you arched nice n pretty for him while he fucks you. big rough hand holding the back of your neck so you stay nice n steady. he’s close to cumming when he visualizes the way your pussy creams on his dick, the way it sucks him in and makes the nastiest squelching noises he’s ever heard:(
just imagine him calling you up, breathless from the load he just came, begging for y’all to link up for the night 😞♥︎
hehe i kiss u back !!
smut, mdni 18+. afab!reader, no pronouns +mentions of pussy/cunt. kirishima humps a stuffed animal!!
“do you like it, eiji?”
it’s innocent, everything about the situation was completely innocent at the time. you’d asked him the question so sweetly— as if sugar coats the inside of your mouth, laced into your words like hidden traces of drugs that make kirishima high off of your attention. your eyes bright and tone soft. kirishima had gotten used to you looking at him like that, more and more excited each time you saw him.
three to four dates in and he’s already sure you’re the one. he knows the feeling’s mutual— he just wishes that he’d chosen something a little more private for this date instead of the fairground you’re roaming. ‘cause when you look at him like he’s the world it shoots right down to the third leg tucked between strong thighs. when you talk to him pretty, like you wanna take care of him— please him, eijirou’s cock aches, blood pulsing through it, seedy precum coating his inner thigh. even when you’d won the soft and stuffed brown bear for him, his body had begun burning like furnace, the air in his lungs teaming with tiny particles of carbon dioxide and lust.
“do you like it, eiji?” he thinks he hears you say— though it’s probably his doped up and sex crazed brain playing tricks on him.
“y-yeah i like it,” eijirou whimpers to himself hunched over your soft toy later. “god, i wanna cum s’bad. baby please…” the ghost of your name wets his lips, the taste of your chapstick still glossed against them. you’re such a sweetheart— he should feel bad for wrapping the soft toy around his pulsating shaft, smearing it up with everything that it leaks. he should feel even worse for imagining you underneath him. would you even be able to take kirishima? would you cry about how big he is? shake your head with a whine and a pout while your legs shake around his slutty waist and your cute little cunt just stretches around his fat, milky tip?
or would eijirou have to bully his way into you? make you take him all the way to the hilt, until your back arches from the spiked sheets and your nipples brush against his. “fuck,” he curses as he pounds the fluffy material into the sheets, wondering how you would feel when he’s deep inside your guts. the perfect picture of your pretty pussy comes to mind— glistening with spit and slick, clenching around nothing in particular. “you’re gonna make cum, gonna put it in you… all of it. s’yours, baby.”
he’s starting to slur, the room spinning along with it. the bear between his thighs, coated in his arousal— it smells like you. your floral perfume and your strawberry shampoo and oh god what eijirou wouldn’t give to taste you, to fuck you. the redhead doesn’t know what he would prefer, to have you sit on his face or for him to force your pissy down on his cock— have is way with you after you ride him senseless. he knows that you’d coo down at him until he hits just right, grinding constantly against your g-spot, making you choke his dick for all its worth.
“you want it? you want my cum? d-deep inside, yeah?” kirishima rasps, though the pitch of his voice rises in octave and his watery red eyes roll back in his skull. “‘course you do, you do, baby. i-i know, e-eiji’s gotcha,” he goes from thursting through the plushy’s soft arms, a makeshift virgin of your cunt he hasn’t found the time to stretch out yet ( or the words to ask ), to grinding his hips against it in slow, salacious circles. his syrupy precum causing strands of his fur to stick together.
he’s close, so fucking close— cheeks blistering hot and a rosey shade spreading from them right up to the tip of his ears and across the back of his neck. the head of the bed thumps against the wall, sticky, lewd sounds echoing throughout his bedroom and all eijirou can think about is how your pussy would cream on him just like this. a ring of white froth wrapped around the base of him like a little bow to seal the deal. you’d have him a wreck just by lying there, cumming for him and looking pretty.
the thought is enough for kirishima to trip over the edge, soiling the teddy bear from the fair with ropes of thick white seed.
when he comes too, he finds that you’re calling, asking. “hey eiji! just wanted to check that you got home safe, and if you ‘n the little bear have settled in,”
and you don’t realise how flushed he is, how out of breath he is until eijirou pans the camera down to his messy, creamy cock and says brokenly. “i think you should come over and check, baby, we’ve been a lil’ bad without you here.”
#kirishima x reader#kirishima smut#kirishima thirst#kirishima drabble#kirishima x you#kirishima scenarios#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification#✧ ₊˚੭ — close friends story#♡︎₊˚khadi.🍼#✧ ₊˚੭ — writing#tteokdoroki
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Facial is the best
Pairing: Archie Andrews x male reader
Series: Riverdale
Warnings: Smut
word count: 1042
Requests are open🖤
English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy Reading
“...Please, Y/n, please. Just let me, come on, just this once, please?” Archie gasps above him, stroking his cock in quick, ravenous strokes as Y/n watches, already exhausted from his own orgasm.
This isn't the first time Y/n has heard the other guy beg him, it's not the first time Archie has begged him to let him cum on his face, but it's the first time he's wondered why Archie seems so hungry for it in instead of just saying no point-blank. It looks so unhygienic, not to mention disgusting, and Y/n can't figure out what makes Archie so willing to beg for it.
Archie never begs.
"Why do you want it?" Y/n finds himself asking, eyebrows raised lazily as he watches Archie more or less sob in delight above him. His hands are slowly stroking Archie's muscled thighs where they straddle his waist, but his eyes are focused on his boyfriend's face, watching as Archie's mouth drops open on another moan as he fucks his own fist. .
"Guh-fuck-it would look so good in it-covered in it," Archie gasps hoarsely, clenching his fist around the base of his cock to keep from coming as he thinks about it. “Fuck, you'd be so pretty, just using my cum. Looking so beautiful, looking like mine. I want to make you mine, can I? please y/n? Can I make you mine? Please pretty pretty Y/n please can I make you mine? I want I want-"
And fuck, if he's not making Y/n stupid with arousal listening to Archie beg like that. Hearing him wanting to claim Y/N like that… he's making his spent cock tingle with the need to harden again, even if it's only been a few minutes since he gushed down Archie's throat.
Why had he been so stupid and he hadn't asked his boyfriend why earlier? Why had he spent weeks telling his boyfriend no when the reason Archie wanted him in the first place was so devastating?
"Yes?" Y/n gives Archie a tired smile. “Do you want to make me yours? Do you want to mark me? Let everyone know that I'm yours?
"Fuck y/n, yes please, fuck yes please!" Archie curses above him, hips stuttering forward through his clenched fist. "Please, I want, can I?"
It's not even a question on his mind anymore, Y/n just wants it to happen yesterday as he listens to Archie spit every pleading word out of his mouth. The thought that just minutes before sounded positively unpleasant now sounds promising.
"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Y/n agrees, reaching out to cup Archie's butt and urging him forward, closer.
"-In fact?" Archie with his pants off, puzzled. His eyes widen and stare at him, his hips stopped where he had been furiously fucked through his own fist before. You will leave me? Can I- just- really?
"Yeah, come on," Y/n encourages, trying to drag him closer with he hands, "come on my face, come on, do it."
At first, Archie just stared at him for a moment, not believing what he was hearing, but then he just lunged forward, smashing his lips against Y/n's desperately. Y/n doesn't even have time to recover from the shock attack before Archie backs away again, crawling forward and once again stroking each other, only this time much closer to Y/n and with his penis pointing towards the swollen kiss. of T/n. His lips instead of he own muscular stomach.
"Mpfh," Archie groans as his hand flies over his cock, needing to squeeze his eyes shut so he doesn't die from how good it feels, how beautiful Y/n is beneath him. "I'm going to paint you so beautifully, I'm going to make you look so pretty, I'm going to..." And then he comes; thick streams of cum shoot all over y/n's beautiful face.
Y/n can feel the first string land on his cheek before he can squeeze his eyes shut, and just in time too, because right after he can feel something hit his closed eyelid, and he winces from how dirty everything is.
When Archie finally drops his shrinking penis from his hand, when he finally opens his eyes again, he can't help but catch his breath for a moment.
Y/n is absolutely awesome.
He has been fucking everywhere; over both of his cheeks, covering his nose, his chin, his forehead – he's cum hanging off his damn lashes, and it's cum all over his beautiful red-bitten lips. Archie can't help but moan as he sees how Y/n licks his bottom lip to pick up the thick liquid, he can't help but catch the boy in a dirty wet kiss as he watches him swallow.
Taking Y/n's jaws in his hands, Archie couldn't help but play with the cum on his boyfriend's cheeks with his thumbs, simply smearing it all over the pink skin before licking it all off.
Y/n flinches when he feels a tongue on his face, and groans when Archie kisses him again, sharing the salty cum on his tongue with an overeager Y/n. Burying his fingers in Archie's hair, Y/n lifts his hips into empty air, coming back from the sheer filth around him.
"Did you just-?" Archie asks, and Y/n nods, exhausted. Archie smiles. "Fucking amazing."
Y/n just rolls his eyes before weakly pushing his boyfriend away, snuggling up close to the big football player.
"Does this mean I can do that again?" Archie asks smugly, his hands running over Y/n's sensitive sides.
"It means you should get me a wipe," Y/n replies, tired. He is more than ready for a nap. "I feel ridiculously dirty." There was sweat, semen, and other fluid caked all over him, but since Y/n doubts he can stay awake for an entire shower, a washcloth will have to suffice.
“You're ridiculously dirty and amazing,” Archie smirks, but dutifully goes in search of said wipe.
Y/n hums as Archie cleans it up, hands catching the bigger boy as he throws the rag over his shoulder, and sighs as he sinks against Archie's body.
"But yeah," Y/n says a few minutes later, when he's almost asleep. "We are definitely exploring this again."
He can feel Archie moving his arm to his side, but he's already asleep before he can reprimand him.
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Hi!! Can I pretty please request number 15 from the kiss prompt list with Mountain and Swiss 🥺🫶
absolutely!! two big boys coming right up lol, hope you enjoy!
#15: passionately
Mountain is always hyperaware of his size and strength, the biggest ghoul in the band pack.
He is careful, and considerate, and reserves the full brunt of his power for hitting his drums. But even the strongest wills can be broken, and Swiss is one stubborn son of a bitch.
The earth ghoul tightens his grip on his sticks, the sweat on his palms making them slip in his grasp. He grits his teeth, trying to focus on his kit in front of him. Mountain growls, too law and rumbly for any of the humans to hear, but around him, his packmates all tense near imperceptibly.
Except, of course, Swiss.
The multighoul is too busy grinding against his micstand, grinning and making lewd gestures in the audience's direction, but Mountain can see the way his eyes glance over to his own platform, gold winking behind the lenses of his mask. Mountain can see the way his tail would be swaying coyly behind him if it weren't for their human glamours.
Mountain takes a deep breath, cursing as he hits the snare so hard his stick snaps cleanly in half. He growls and pulls another one out of his bag, keeping his gaze firmly in front of him for the rest of the show. He can feel the waves of smug satisfaction rolling off of the multighoul to his right, catching Cirrus in the crossfire. He growls again, shaking his head
Bows go as they always do, and Mountain quietly storms up behind Swiss and Aeon as they walk off stage together, heads pressed together and laughing. He growls, big hand grabbing Swiss by the back of the neck, letting some of his true strength bleed through his glamour.
Swiss yelps, and Aeon ducks away, eyes wide but a little amazed. Rain laughs as he and Dew walk past, and Aeon scrambles to meet up with them
"What's up with you, maple?" Swiss teases, pulling his faux innocence back on. Cool, calm, collected Swiss, and the thought makes Mountain's fingers tighten around the scruff of his neck.
For what it's worth, Swiss goes easily as Mountain pulls him into a dark alcove, spinning him and shoving his back against the cinderblock wall so hard he can feel the breath knocked from Swiss's lungs.
He laughs, dazed and giddy, as Mountain boxes him in, looming over the multi-ghoul, green eyes flaring in the darkness as he glares down at him.
"You know what's up," edelweiss," Mountain says, hands that dwarf even Swiss's curling into the front of his vest. "You think I'm fucking stupid?"
Swiss scoffs, still impossibly level despite everything. "Never, Mount. Smartest ghoul I know.”
Mountain leans down, their masks scraping together as he whispers in the multi-ghoul’s ear.
"Then why in the name of Belial did you think it was a good idea to mess with me?"
With how close they are, chests pressed together, clothes damp with sweat, there's no hiding the way Swiss shudders, a breathy keen escaping his lips, the air in the tight corner smelling of cinnamon and Mountain's own rosemary. "Mount," he breathes.
Mountain huffs, laughing as Swiss's head lolls back, the helmet thudding against the wall. "I've barely touched you, edelweiss, and you're all worked up. This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?"
He doesn't wait for an answer before hauling Swiss up by the vest, crashing into a kiss that's mostly teeth, both of them losing their grips on their glamour. Swiss hisses as his bottom lip catches on Mountain's sharp fangs, but groans into it.
Mountain's head spins. As much as he hates to admit it, Swiss's teasing always gets to him way more than he lets on. It's messy and chaotic and he pins Swiss to the wall with it, even as Swiss's hands curl around the tubing on his helmet. It tastes of the fruit of his vape, sheer desperation. Their lips slide together, slick with their spit.
Mountain just knows both of their faces will be smeared with the remnants of their grease paint, nipping again at Swiss's lip in delight when he can taste it, and the brightness of the iron that follows quickly after.
He pulls back, leaving Swiss heaving, lip bleeding, eyes soft and hazy behind the lenses of his mask.
Mountain stares smugly down at him, adjusting his rumpled, soaked shirt. "That's all you get tonight, Swiss," he says, nearly a growl. "I'll know if you go to the others."
Swiss nods, chest still heaving as he catches his breath, licking at his lip. Mountain laughs as he turns and heads to the dressing room.
#sorry if the formatting’s scuffed I did this on my phone#dot's writing#mountain ghoul#swiss ghoul#swissalps#mountain/swiss#fic request#the band ghost#the band ghost fanfiction#kiss prompts
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SIR, YES SIR
disclaimer: i have the upmost respect for anyone who has served in the military. I was asked to write this story but if I get terms or anything wrong in regard to the military just understand that I mean no disrespect
"Private Mitchell what are you doing in here?" Sargeant Clark barked. I jumped. I had not heard him come in. I tried to pull my pants up.
"Private you still haven't answered what you are doing in the woman's locker room"
"I was ordered to clean up" I responded
"Really, and do you often wear pink girlie undies when you clean up?"Clark asked. Still in that commanding tone.
"No sir, I" I tried to answer
"No, so you say I am lying?" He asked.
"Sir" I stuttered
"I think you should call me sir in this situation" he said stepping closer to me. He was so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. Even though he stood at least six inches taller then me.
"Whose panties are they?" He asked. I paused before I responded
"Sargeant Mackey" I told him. His head turned as he gave me a big tooth smile. He put his hand on my shoulder.
"Why don't you show me how you clean things" he said firmly.
"I never" I whispered
"That's okay I won't take off points this time" he told me. I dropped to my knees. I unbuckled his pants. I pulled out his cock. It was thick and heavy. I held it in my hands. The contrast of his deep black cock in my small white hands. Although I had never sucked a cock it was only because I wasn't brave enough too. I leaned forward and licked his cock. It was warm and grew in my hand. Every noise made me jump I was terrified of being caught. But it didn't seem to bother Sargeant Clark at all.
"You better swallow or you will have to sneak back to the barracks with cum all over your face" Sarge told me as he jerked and came in my mouth. It was to much I gagged and spit all over myself. Clark calmly pulled up his pants and left. Just as soon as he left in walked Sargeant Mackey. They must of passed each other.
"So you are John's latest slut" she said laughing she ignored me and took off her bathing suit like I wasn't even there. I stared at her watching her move.
"You like girls too?" She laughed looking at me. She motioned for me to come to her. I walked closer.
"John is very jealous type he doesn't like to share" she warned me. "But you can watch me. If you touch I will tell John" she told me. She got dressed very slowly. "I suggest you don't go playing with John's toy either. And you are his now." She smiled looking down at the bulge in my pants. Before she led me out.
"You can keep those panties by the way, but if I hear of anymore disappearing from any other female on base you will be in a heap of trouble." Mackey drove me back to my barracks. I was able to get in and shower before anyone else saw me.
The very next day Sargeant Clark ordered me to accompany him to a storage building. It was unlocked but as soon as we entered he locked it.
"You know what to do Private" he barked. I dropped and unbuttoned his pants. I pulled out his cock it already growing in my hand. He stood there as I sucked his cock right by the door, someone could of seen through a window I remember thinking but tried hard to take more of his cock in my mouth. He grunted and forced his cock down my throat as he came. Again I choked and gagged as he spilled his load all over my face.
"On your feet" he barked. As I got up he spun me around he bent me over some crates as he practically tore my pants off.
"Where the fuck is your panties private? Did you forget you are a fucking slut?" He yelled.
"No, Sargeant" I stuttered he pushed his finger into my ass.
"You like that don't you Mitchell?" He said his breath close to my ear.
"Yes sir" I muttered.
"Are you going to forget your fucking girlie undies again" he asked. As he rammed his finger in deeper.
"No sir" I said biting my lip.
"Report to Sargeant Mackey and ask her to help you wear panties" he told me. I had no idea what he was talking about but he left again I was a mess. But now it was day time and lots of activities going on. I found a sink and tried to clean myself up. But I was missing a button from my pants and now my shirt was all wet. I hurried back my my barracks as quick as I could. Luckily no one stopped me.
The next day I found Sargeant Mackey waiting for me outside my barracks. She had me accompany her telling me she had me reassigned for the day. Mackey had a place of base. She drove me to her apartment.
"Let's go bitch strip. We got alot to do" she ordered. Confessed I did as she said and stood before her naked a few minutes later.
"Now rub this all over" she told me handing me a pink bottle of smelly lotion. I didn't question as I watched her walk around her big tits didn't even bounce I thought. The lotion started to burn and she had me jump in the shower. I watched as all my body hair came off in clumps. She opened the curtain and had me touch up any spots with a razor.
When I got out she was wearing a black strapon dick over her clothes. She pushed me over the sink and smeared a cool liquid on my ass. Then started to push her fingers in.
"Clark wants you broken in" she told me. As she rubbed her plastic cock against my ass.
"Tell me you want it" she said. I didn't this was all to far. Bit I didn't say that instead I just moaned.
"Yes fuck me with your big cock" she removed her fingers and held the toy against my hole.
"Push back, take it bitch" she said smacking my ass. I tried but it resisted but them pop. It slid in. My ass exploded in pain. I waited it out. But she held me.
"Wait, get used to it" she told me her soft hands ran over my back. She was right the pain subsided. And when it did she pushed alittle. Then alitle more. In ten minutes she was fucking me with the full length of her toy. As I moaned and begged for more. She reached up and shoved another toy into my mouth. She forced me to take it down my throat and buckled it in place she had gagged me. She stopped for a moment and stood me up her cock still buried in my ass.
"Clip these to your nipples" she said handing me two clamps connected with a small chain. I did as she said. Mackey went back to fucking me. When she finally stopped and pulled out I realized I had leaked all over my thighs and legs.
"Looks like someone really enjoyed that, now let's get you into something pretty" Mackey said her hand caressed my face. She pulled out a pink thong that said Anal bitch on them. She knelt and helped me slid them on. She cupped my balls thru the thin material.
"It's definitely on of the smallest boi clitties I have ever seen. Maybe we should just cut it off" she smiled and evil little smile. I was still gagged and she pulled the nipple clamps off. She then had me step into a bright green thong she pulled it up high.
"Get dressed and report to your daddy" she told me. I was spent as I removed the gag and get dressed. I didn't even attempt to pick the thong out of my ass. I left and reported to Sargent Clark he was in the middle of a run on the obstacle course. I ran uo to him. He stopped and just stood there.
"Well" he said. I looked around we where in the middle of the course. But I dropped to my knees and started to pull out his cock. He stopped me and led me about 10 meters into the woods, he bent me over an old log and without a word shoved his massive cock into my already sore ass.
"Bitch this is your new job. From now on your only duty on this base is to suck and get fucked" he told me. He came deep in my ass then pulled out spun me around and shoved his dirty cock in my mouth. I almost threw up as I licked his cock clean.
The next few days I was visited by a few other NCOs all looking to get thier cocks sucked. Mackey made sure I had a whole supply of pretty panties. And Clark was true to his word I didn't even have to report for PT. My sole job was to be a sex slave to a group of men and Sargeant Mackey. This went on for over a year. I was dur to be discharged. They all got together and had me pull a train. I sucked 8 cocks that night and got fucked by six people. Mackey started my ass off right with a huge 12 inch strapon. After that I could of gone all night.
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abby anderson x fem!reader
wc: 1033
warnings: tit play - abby grinds on your boob ;) , kind of sub!abby i guess? one spank to the ass and boob, use of pet names (baby, puppy, smart girl, etc.) let me know if i missed anything!
this is my first time writing in an entire year i think ?? and the first time i'm writing for tlou! i haven't played pt 2 yet so i hope i got abby's mannerisms somewhat accurate :)
The slick sound of Abby's thick strap slipping from your abused cunt echoed off the walls as she reached over to your bedside table to grab a rag, taking her time to admire the cum that dribbled out of you. “Too sensitive” you whined as you made a pathetic attempt to create distance between your fluttering pussy and her hand. Abby cooed, almost wanting to skip this part knowing how overstimulated you were. “I know baby, I know, but I can’t let my girl go to bed all messy. You know that.” Once she was satisfied with her work, she placed a kiss at the base of your spine before getting off the bed.
You heard the rag drop into the hamper, followed by Abby’s gentle padding over to her side of the bed. You watched as she knelt on the bed to press a kiss to your forehead. “G’night, bug” she whispered, leaning over to turn off the lamp. “But Abs, you didn’t get to cum” you murmured, grabbing her hand to get her attention. “I could eat you out, or use my fingers, or- oh! I know you love when I grind my clit into yours, maybe we could-”
Abby chuckled, cradling your cheeks in her palms. “Baby, the way your little cunt swallowed my cock was so hot, I almost came from the sight alone. Don’t need you worrying about me. Now close those pretty eyes and go to sleep, I’ll just… rub one out or something.” The frown on your face at the thought of Abby having to take care of herself was enough for her to throw out a suggestion, part of her hoping you didn’t find it weird.
“You sure I'm not crushing you, baby?” With a slight huff, you looked up at your girlfriend. “Yes, Abigail, now would you sit down? Promise ‘m fine!” About 10 minutes passed before Abby fully trusted that you’d tell her when it became too much, placing the bulk of her weight onto your upper body. Her thick thighs caged your chest, pinning your arms to your sides, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. All Abby needed from you was your mouth and tits. She gripped your breasts in her calloused hands, deft fingers tweaking at your nipples, pulling moan after pornographic moan from your throat.
She started with a few experimental bounces, breath hitching each time your nipple caught on her clit. “F-fuck baby… feels fuckin’ amazing.” Abby stammered, praising you for letting her use you like you were just another one of her toys. In any other position, you would have made a snarky comment about the way your typically stoic girlfriend was reduced to nothing but a rambling mess because of you, but the proximity of her glistening cunt to your face was the only thing on your mind. Her sounds of pleasure faded into the background as your eyes focused on the strings of arousal connecting Abby’s dripping slit to your nipple.
A shiver traveled down your spine at the foreign sensation, nerves tingling with excitement. Sure, you’d had her tongue on your nipples thousands of times before but this felt different. More intimate. Your thoughts were interrupted when Abby’s fingers came into view, slightly pulling up her hood. “Spit on it.” “Huh?” “You heard me. Spit on my clit, pretty girl” She commanded, practically growling when she felt your saliva slip through her puffy folds.
You tried to wiggle your arms free, grunting slightly when you realized that there was no use. “God, you look so pretty Abs. Wish I could touch you.” Abby leaned forward, lifting her hips so you could free your arms. Once she was settled, your hands smoothed over her thighs, loving the way the muscles flexed with each rut of her cunt against your chest. You reached up, snapping the band of her sports bra against her ribs “Take it off, baby. I wanna see all of you.” She crossed her arms over her chest, pulling the material off of her body and tossing it somewhere on your bedroom floor. Reaching up, you cupped her breasts in your hands, loving the way the flesh spilled between your fingers.
Arching your back, you pressed your tit flush against Abby’s sopping mound, a chorus of breathy moans and fucked out babbling filling the room. “Mmh shit… do that again. Yeah baby, just like that.” While Abby’s head was tilted back, eyes rolling in the back of her skull, you decided to try your luck, slapping her on the ass. Her hips came to a halt, eyes boring into yours. “Hey, watch it, brat. I was nice enough to even let you touch me but I’ll pin your arms back down if you keep it up, got it?” You nod dumbly in response, the sudden switch in dominance leaving you soaked beneath her. Abby slapped your tit, making sure she had your full attention. “Y’gotta use your words, puppy.” “Y-yes ma’am” you choked out. A satisfied smile made its way across Abby’s lips before she started to move her hips again “There's my smart girl.”
After a while, you noticed Abby’s hips start to stutter, indicating that she was getting close, so you grabbed her hips, helping her grind her clit against your pert nipple. You looked up to see her pinching her nipples, filthy moans pouring from her slack jaw. You could feel her hole fluttering on your breast as her hips sped up, Abby falling apart above you. “ ‘m gonna cum, baby. Oh f-fuck” she groaned out as she stilled her hips.
She scooted down so that her hips were hovering above your own, her breath fanning across your face in the process. You closed your eyes, the image of your girlfriend writhing on your chest now permanently ingrained in your mind. You closed your eyes thinking she just shifted down to kiss you but to your surprise, you felt her slick tongue running over your nipples, lapping at her cum on your skin. You kept your eyes trained on hers as she pulled off of your nipple with a pop “You’re so nasty, Abby.” “Yeah but you love it.”
#the last of us part 2#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson smut#the last of us fic#abby anderson fic
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