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tojisun · 6 months

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the first time that biker!simon suggested that he drives you around on his bike, you were terrified to the point of declining his offer.

“i can’t,” you mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater, your lips downturned in genuine disappointment. “‘m sorry.”

you couldn’t meet his eyes, nervous that perhaps you’ve made him upset, but simon just took your hands on his – your small palms fitting snuggly against his gloved ones – and squeezed gently.

“you don’t have to apologize for anything, sweetheart,” simon replied, pulling you close until you were forced to tilt your head up to finally meet his gaze. you rove your eyes over his features, taking in the dimple of his cheeks as he gave you a smile, all boyish and breathtaking.

“don’t worry about it, yeah?” he asked before wrapping you in an embrace after seeing your hesitant nod.

he’s right, you know that. you shouldn’t have worried about it at all, but simon had always loved his bike. had always loved the thrill of the ride; the way the wind whipped against his skin or how the sounds of the road are intensified even with his helmet. you knew it was an irreplaceable experience so of course you truly couldn’t let go of his request.

it sat there on your mind every time he picked you up in his car, his harley tucked in the garage for the day. it curled around the crevices of your heart whenever simon kissed your temple before going out for a night ride with the boys.

“take care, okay?” you would say.

“always,” he would reply, kissing you on the lips again as though sealing his promise before pulling his helmet on and hopping onto his bike. he’d kiss the edges of his gloved knuckles where your initials lay then drive off.

it sat there in the pit of your stomach until one friday afternoon, you tugged onto his sleeve and whispered, “can i hitch a ride?”

the smile on simon’s lips was blinding and you couldn’t help the swoop of giddiness that filled you up when he snatched you from you stood, lifting you up before twirling you around the room.

“you sure you want this?” he asks now, blinking down at you as you fiddle with the zippers of your leather jacket. you look at simon, watching as he twirls your helmet in his hands, and even through his balaclava you can see how his face is pinched in doubt.

(you still can’t believe how simon had stowed away your very own helmet, murmuring how he got it as a valentines gift but decided to hide it when he saw just how hesitant you were when he made the offer.

“i was scared that if you saw i got you y’r own helmet, you would’ve felt pressured to agree to ride with me,” simon whispered, rubbing a thumb at the visor before shooting you a small smile. “stop pouting, love. i know you well, after all.”)

“never surer,” you say with a giggle before showing yourself off to him.

simon hums appreciatively, beautiful eyes narrowing in muted desire. “should see you in leather more, sweet girl. look how beautiful you are.”

you playfully swat at his arm in your embarrassment before standing still when simon lifts the helmet in his hands with a quiet beckoning. you let him fit it on you, your hair gathered in one of his hands and the other gently sliding the helmet on your head. all throughout, you watch the way his eyes crinkle in delight, his touch so reverent, and it makes you choke on the intensity of your love for this beautiful man.

he taps at the top of your visor when he is done, then he is stepping away to prep himself for the ride.

“c’mere, sweetheart,” he says when he is done. “y’got nothin’ to worry about, not w’me here.”

his words burn you, filling you up with encompassing warmth that tickles your cheeks and dips into your neck. you giggle as you shake off the last of your nerves before stepping close, hovering beside his harley, waiting for his instructions.

it wasn’t long or complicated by any chance, but you can see simon’s cautiousness shining through and that eases up your own worries.

there are things for you to remember, he says, things that would ensure your safety and his. and you take him seriously, nodding when he points at his bike and tells you where to prop your feet up, where to sit, where to hold. then, he holds your hands and says that you call all the shots; that if you want to stop, to squeeze his shoulder three times and he’s pulling over.

“this is all about you havin’ fun so don’t push y’rself, alright baby?” simon murmurs, ending his tirade.

then, he takes you for that promised ride.

you two planned to go to the park, just somewhere that’s far enough from your place but still within the expansive stretch of the city road’s smooth asphalt. he asked if you would’ve preferred the beach, but that was a two hour ride and you truly couldn’t handle anything that long. when you told him so, he laughed and kissed the top of your head and said, “then i’ve got the perfect place for you.”

the purr of the machine between your legs is unusual, if not a little bit weird. your grip on simon’s waist must be painful but you don’t have it in you to loosen up, especially not when the speed kicks up to match the traffic. you bite down a squeal when he makes a turn towards the highway, your stomach flipping when you physically feel the bike leaning to your side, almost like it’d fall anytime soon.

of course it doesn’t because simon’s a damn good driver but the adrenaline is coursing through you in waves, surprisingly dousing the fires of your anxiety and replacing it instead with a pooling elation because this feels so fucking good.

you don’t even realize that your hands have loosened their hold onto simon, gripping just enough not to fall. you lift your head from where it’s pressed on his back, tilting just enough to see past his bulk and to take in the dizzying colours of the trickling dawn. the wind is cool even with your jacket, and even though your helmet and visor is obscuring your nose, you take a deep inhale.

fuck. you might just get addicted to this.

the next time that simon swerves to exit the highway, you no longer bite down your squeal, letting it instead rumble from your throat and into the air. simon’s shoulders shake and you realize that he’s laughing, high from your reaction. you couldn’t help it but giggles flutter from your lips, full of the thrill of this experience.

the park comes to view soon and you pout, wanting to keep the drive going. but simon pulls over, parks, and only when the engine stops do you feel the numbness spreading through your legs.

“you doin’ okay over there, sweetheart?” simon asks, remaining seated, unable to stand with you still holding onto him.

“mhmm!” you reply. “i can’t stand up though.”

he barks out a laugh. “oh yeah. that might take a while.” he reaches behind him to rub at the sides of your thighs, massaging whatever he can reach.

you hum, rubbing your hand on his abdomen. “s’fine. ‘m not rushing.” you nuzzle your helmet on his back, falling into silence as you feel yourself unravel from the short experience. you breathe in deeply, the air fogging your visor, and say, “i loved that, si. thank you so much.”

simon’s hold on your thighs gain strength, squeezing gently. “of course, sweetheart.” you hear the happiness in his voice, breathless from his own rush of dopamine. “thank you for trusting me.”

“always, baby,” you reply, squeezing him again, muffling your giggles when you heard his surprised wheeze at the action. “i’ll always trust you.”

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fangswbenefits · 10 months

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Breakfast in Bed

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: Miguel wakes you up to breakfast in bed.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

18+. Lactation + breastfeeding kink. Fangs. Hungry Miguel. Also an unexpected lesson in Biology from yours truly. Loosely based on this ask.

By the time your eyes fluttered open to the faint light that poured through the blinds, you realised you were in a bit of a predicament.

1. You had woken up with a throaty moan.

2. Your clit was suddenly pulsing lightly.

3. A very much naked Miguel O’Hara was on top of you, latching greedily around one nipple.

“Good morning to you, too,” you giggled with a yawn, stretching out your arms and legs under him.

A pair of half-hooded crimson eyes met yours. You could get lost in those, especially that look on his handsome face. It was such an ego booster to have Miguel O’hara being so needy for you in the bedroom.

“Is this your definition of breakfast in bed?” you asked as you reached out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead.

Miguel was also extremely greedy.

He didn’t let go of your nipple until you arched into him with a sigh.

Two strong and broad arms lifted him from your breast, so he could hover above you with a devious grin, lips dripping with milk as the faint tips of his fangs peeked through.

“You do know I can sense your heart rate,” he said in a low voice, lowering his face to have droplets of milk drip onto your lips. “Go on… taste yourself,” he whispered.

Your heart skipped a beat. Or several. You couldn’t be sure. Reflexively, you allowed your tongue to swipe along your lower lip to collect the droplets of your own sweet milk.

Miguel smirked as he settled between your legs, and you gasped as his cock settled between your already wet folds.

“Don’t be greedy and drink all of it,” you teased.

He pressed a trail of wet kisses along your cheek until he reached your ear. “The more milk I drink, the more you’ll produce,” he said. “So you do need me to be greedy.”

Ah, of course. A masterclass in Biology from Miguel O’Hara himself. What more could one ask for? But what truly made your insides melt in adoration was the fact that he was absolutely correct.

“A lesson in Biology this early in the morning?”

He let out a strained grunt, moving his body down along yours again, pressing hungry kisses across one breast, deliberately avoiding the nipple.

You gasped lowly as his cock began to slide at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Milk production is directly tied to stimuli,” he went on in between kisses. “We have - need to increase that rush of oxytocin and prolactin.”

Although his words were true, you couldn’t help but to giggle. “Oh, so this is just you being purely altruistic, hm?”

He hummed against your warm skin, the underside of his cock dragging deliciously against your swollen clit.

“You’re just making sure our daughter has enough supply.”

“Of course,” he said as his tongue lapped at your nipple to taste the beads that poured from it. “Father of the year.”

This man would be the death of you. In just under five minutes he had managed to get you closer and closer to the edge with just how smug he could be.

“Indeed…” you moaned approvingly.

One hand came to squeeze your other breast and he quickly moved to the side to latch on to it with blinding hunger. Your hands flew to his hair and you kept swaying your hips against his cock, feeling strings of precum pool against your clit.

Your fingers clenched around locks of his hair for support.

“Always so selfless,” you said, knowing that praise was still the easiest and quickest way to both his heart and cock alike. “What would be of us without you?”

He picked up on your teasing tone and two fangs began to poke gently at your senstive skin.

He was good. Too good.

But life had a way of being ironic, and the baby monitor suddenly lit up, alerting both of you that your baby daughter had woken up.

Miguel grunted against you, reluctantly tearing himself from your swollen nipple, milk pouring from the corners of his mouth and down his chin and neck. You glanced down to where his cock had settled between your folds, knowing fully well he was beyond annoyed that this session was cut short.

Even through the haze of pleasure, you managed to laugh, caressing a flushed cheek. “Go on, Miguel. Go be father of the year.”

You using his own words against him had him mumble a string of profanities in Spanish.

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trashogram · 28 days

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He Chose You (Pt. 10)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated E for Explicit.

Everything was white. Pristine white.

You couldn’t be blind, but no one would blame you for entertaining the idea as nothing but white stretched beyond your gaze.

Unending white.

Uncanny. White.

“Hello?” You asked the white abyss. Your call echoed out and back in, the way you imagined sound would echo in a canyon.

“Hello!”

You screamed, jumping up at the new voice coming from somewhere high above you. You tried to pinpoint where it came from, staring up at what you hoped was the sky before things slowly materialized.

Pastel pinks, oranges and soft blues bled into the white, adding definition to what had once been literally nothing. The whiteness remained in the shape of buoyant, fluffy clouds pillowing all around you.

“Over here!” The voice chimed. “Oh no, here! You’re getting warmer! Almost there!”

After circling around like a dog after your own tail, you finally found the source. Behind you rose a ginormous golden gate, gleaming beneath an electric-looking, all-seeing eye.

And at its entrance towered a gold and platinum podium.

A very… well, there was no other way to say it — a very white man with swooping blond hair eyed you from the top of the podium, grinning from ear to ear.

“Hiya! Welcome!” The man said. “You’re right on time!”

“Uh, okay…?” You replied.

Without a hitch, the blond lifted up a large tome and began flicking through the pages. In the meantime, you stood there awkwardly, a question on the very tip of your tongue.

“Wh-um, where am I, exactly?” You finally asked.

“Why, you’re in Heaven of course!” He stated jovially before turning the book around and tapping on a name. “This is you, correct?”

Your name stared back at you in a glowing golden font, all pretty and shiny —

And underlined?

“Yeah.” You blinked. “Wait, did you just say Heaven?”

“Mm-hm, yep! And if I could just get you to stand right here at the center of the platform, that’d be great.”

An elevated slab of pure gold rose from the clouds beneath your feet a little ways ahead of you. Timidly, you made your way over and onto the platform as instructed. You were pleasantly surprised at the instant warmth that met the bottoms of your bare feet.

“Pe-rr-fect!” With a flap of suddenly conjured wings, the gatekeeper floated down to hover right beside you. “Now, we just wait for Emily. She should be here in 3, 2, 1… .5 — ”

A loud clang startled you out of your skin for the second time, and you whipped around to face the woman that had spontaneously appeared in front of you.

She panted. “Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry! I didn't mean to be late!”

The golden gates pulled back to reveal the white-haired newcomer in all her splendor. This other angel was bedecked in a floor-length white gown to match her downy-white hair and periwinkle-grey skin dotted with white freckles. A halo hung over her head, casting an eternal light over her large, bluish eyes that sparkled with mirth.

Like the gatekeeping angel, her wings flapped behind her, but you noted how they seemed to flutter nervously. Or perhaps excitedly?

“Welcome to Heaven!” She opened her arms toward you. “We’re so glad you’re here! I’m Emily, but you can call me Emmy, or E, or Millie. Whatever you want!”

You waved dazedly. “Hi.”

Emily stopped short of touching you, despite looking like she was about to wrap her arms around you in a hug. Instead, the angel bit her lower lip as she stared at you.

“I really am sorry I was late. I got caught up talking with Sera, making sure everything was all ready for your arrival.” She gushed. “Thank you for greeting her, Peter!”

Peter brightened. “Of course.”

Emily turned back to you, buzzing with anticipation like a bumblebee. “Anyway, I’m sure you have tons of questions! No worries at all! I’m here to give you a tour and show you around your new home!”

You cautiously took the hand offered to you, and let yourself be led through the golden gate.

—

Heaven was very beautiful, and very clean. The polished golden floors and beautifully-crafted architecture, complete with smiling people of all races, sexes and species didn’t unwrench you from a nagging sense of confusion however.

“Um. Emily?” You asked your companion — well, one of your companions. Peter had elected to join the two of you on your tour, commenting that he’d gotten someone to cover his eternal shift at the gate for the next few hours.

“Yes! Yes?” She smiled at you encouragingly. No doubt, your silence, while it had not stopped her constant chatter, had been a downer in as far as engagement.

“I’m… dead. Right?” You asked. “I mean that’s how one gets to Heaven, so obviously I am… right?”

The mood turned down at that, with Emily turning morose. “Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“Okay, good. I mean — I’m dead, but I’m having a hard time remembering h-how it… happened.” You admitted, embarrassed. And a little afraid, if you were honest with yourself. “Is that… normal?”

Emily and Peter stopped on either side of you, twin looks of confusion on their poreless faces.

Peter was quicker to recover. “Oh that can happen sometimes! Dying can be a very traumatic thing for the soul.”

Emily seemed hesitant for the first time since you’d met her, but with a look from Peter, she seemed to gain resolve. “Yes, yeah. Lots of people forget… but you’ll remember in time, I’m sure!”

“But wait!” Emily gasped. “We could ask Sera about it!”

She clapped her hands together joyfully, while Peter’s expression teetered on uncertainty.

“Uh, Em? I don’t think —”

“We were headed her way anyway.” Emily nodded as if affirming her own plan. “I’m sure she’ll be happy to help us figure this out!”

The angel yanked you forward in her quest to get to Sera (whoever that was) and had you stumbling on pure fluff to catch up with her.

Many angels raced to get out of the way as Peter called out in alarm, but apart from shouldering a particularly tall angel clad in a chasuble, you were unable to stop or slow down.

—

“Hello child.”

The Seraphim (“Sera.” Emily had urged) was so large that you had to crane your neck up to see her face.

She was beautiful in the most ethereal way. To look upon her was to look at a celestial body and feel your own insignificance dragging you down and swallowing you whole.

Your surroundings — a gold and white antechamber with delicately carved archways and a grand war table in its center — did not help.

Emily laid a hand on your shoulder with concern before you realized that you’d been paralyzed by the scene before you and had yet to say a word.

You stuttered a hello, and Sera’s stoney face softened into an understanding smile. “Be not afraid, my friend. I mean no harm.”

You returned the smile, albeit shakily.

Emily squeezed your shoulder. “Sera? We have a question.”

The Seraphim gestured with open palms.

“Well, we were going around Heaven, and just kind of talking before um… well…”

“Emily, dear. Please speak up.” Sera’s command was gentle but firm.

Emily bounced in her spot, unable to keep herself from floating up from the ground.

“Shesaysshedoesn’trememberhowshegothere!” She blurted out.

You and Sera both stared at Emily for a long moment, trying to process what exactly she had said. Sera had opened her mouth once more before the grand entrance into the committee room was slammed open and all heads turned to the unwelcome sound.

The angel with the chasuble came barrelling in, and the omnipresent sunlight that touched everything around you glinted off the sharp black horns winding down from his skull. Or was it a skull? The face of this particular angel looked odd to you, with its smooth, glassy surface and flickering pixelated expression that replaced natural features like lips, cheeks and a nose.

Their appearance looked at odds with everything else you’d seen in Heaven, regardless of the holy garbs they wore. Everything, while somewhat fantastical on the basis of it actually existing, resembled the organic and natural, and this figure stuck out like a sore thumb in comparison.

“What the actual fuck? She’s actually here?!” The abrasive, aggressive voice that came out his digitized face shook you from your musings.

You shrunk back toward Emily and Sera, instinctively trying to get away from the rapidly approaching figure that also towered over you. He glared in your direction, as if you were an insect he wanted to squash, and only when you lost the nerve to meet his gaze did you realize there was another angel behind him. This one wore a similar face, though they were smaller, slimmer and straight-backed. They wore darker vestments and jet-black horns as well, with wings nearly as jagged and hardlined.

“Adam,” Sera greeted hesitantly. “I don’t believe you were summoned.”

“Why is she here?” ‘Adam’ demanded, as if the Seraphim had never spoken. His companion stood firmly just a pace behind him, arms behind their back.

Their combined presence was so off-putting, and your brow furrowed with mounting confusion. Sera’s shoulders slowly rose and fell as she sighed, disapproval in the hard line of her mouth.

“That was part of the agreement.”

“Uh, yeah — with the Devil!” His demeanor completely threw you off, so much so that you didn’t catch the full extent of what he’d said. “Who the fuck keeps their end of the deal with that asshole?”

You couldn’t hold back a scoff of disbelief, even as your confusion deepened. ‘The devil?’

A hand wrapped around your forearm, making you turn to look at Emily, who’d once more moved beside you. Her ire was clear, though much less contained than Sera’s. “Who are you to question Divine Judgement?”

Adam laughed condescendingly. “Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m the fucking CEO of Divine Judgement, kid!”

“We are literally judges, juries and executioners in Hell.” The other angel chimed in, flat and resolute. The smirk that curved her stitched lips gave away some covert sense of satisfaction in that statement.

“Executioners?” Emily’s voice rose a few octaves. “What’re you talking about?”

She was legitimately bewildered.

“Enough.” Sera stepped in. “Adam, this has never been, nor was it ever, a debate. If you have a grievance, you can take it up with the counsel at a later date.”

“My ‘grievance’ isn’t gonna fucking wait for this bitch to fuck shit up!” Adam pointed at you with a poisonous claw.

“Excuse me?” You demanded in sheer disbelief. “Who do you think you are?!”

The grin Adam shot you was more a bearing of one’s teeth, which further threw you for a loop as, again, his face was completely digital. “I’m fuckin’ Adam. The First Man. The Original Dick. I’ve been here since the fucking beginning. I earned this shit.”

“Who do you think you are?” He asked, advancing on you. “You think you can whore yourself out to the worst being in all of Creation and still take up space in Heaven? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your gaze narrowed, a stark contrast to the whirlpool of thoughts swirling in your mind at his accusation.

“HA! Seriously?” His face was mere inches from yours. “What? D’you open your legs for fuckin’ everyone? Have a hard time keeping track of all the brats you pop outta that used vag? Guess so, if even dying for one doesn’t ring your fuckin’ bell.”

“ADAM!”

Adam’s sharp grin dropped, expression dawning from stunned to petulant as Sera’s thunderous exclamation reverberated through the vast space between your unusual group. You swore the clouds trembled beneath your feet, but it was hard to care too much with the insinuations that had been thrown at you rattling within your being.

Dying for…

“Charlotte.” Your eyes widened to the size of saucers. Air escaped your lungs - which shouldn’t have been possible, but you were already dealing with one crisis upon the epiphany of what you’d been missing this whole time.

A blitz of images and sordid emotions saw you struggling, legs falling out from under you as the weight of how exactly you’d died forced you down. Emily’s distressed cry sounded from above you, melding with Lucifer’s frantic pleas for you not to go as life drained from your body.

The Seraphim’s shadow engulfed your broken form while you panicked on Heaven’s floor.

—

Lucifer sat hunched in his chair, your cold, lifeless hand hanging in his.

Charlotte had stopped crying and presumably gone to sleep. He hadn’t put up any fight when Cass took her to a crib set up beside your… your bed.

That was who knows how long ago. And apart from Cass coming over the check on his daughter, the elderly worshippers had left him to grieve in peace.

The King had tried to convince himself to get up. He needed to take Charlotte and leave. Go home. The sight of you in death was unbearable — but he could not move.

He couldn’t leave you, even if you were no longer there in spirit. The You he loved the most, your soul, was gone and had been gone for some time now.

You had gone to the one place he could not follow.

Lucifer’s hanged head slowly rose. His thoughts were starting to become more coherent — what if you hadn’t gone where you were meant to?

Heaven was a paradise bound by rules, but it was also a cold bureaucracy where things could fall through the cracks.

And any dealings with him — Heaven’s sworn nemesis — were likely to be one of those things.

Slow-building anger replaced the gold in his veins as Lucifer considered that his own Deal was not met. If it wasn’t, that meant you were down Below, alone and afraid and suffering.

The Devil’s claws cricked, fist clenching as he glared at the wall opposite him.

He would not let you Suffer. Not you. Never you.

And you weren’t here anymore. He needed to know where you’d gone. Now.

Rising from his seat, Lucifer laid your hand at your side and ignored the tears that stung his eyes at the sight of your ashen face.

He touched your brow, lingering only to memorize the way your lashes rested against your sinking cheeks before turning to Charlotte’s cradle.

She was sleeping peacefully, unaware of his anguish, of the great loss that not only he had endured but she as well. It made Lucifer’s heart ache.

He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

Then, with a sudden snap of his fingers, Lucifer conjured the presents he’d made especially for her.

The twin goats appeared, suspended in the air behind him. Lucifer didn’t bother to turn until their bodies were triple their original size, fur changing from felt to coarse fiber, eyes glowing as they were transformed from button to bonafide, and their bat-like wings began to beat at the air, blowing back the gossamer of Charlotte’s bassinet.

Lucifer looked between the two magicked goats after kissing his daughter’s fragile head.

“Stay here and protect the baby.” He ordered. “Charlotte is your top priority, do you understand?”

The two creatures nodded simultaneously, determination set in their naturally adorable maws.

“If anything happens, just bleat, and I’ll be back in the wink of an eye.” Lucifer’s wings extended and propelled him upward with a great stroke.

The King of Hell disappeared through an enormous portal, sparking and swirling reddish-gold before vanishing behind him.

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sporadicbeans82 · 21 days

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Hidden || Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: You and Alexia suck at keeping your secret relationship hidden.

Warnings: None, maybe a little suggestive towards the end… very fluffy.

A/N: Hi there, here’s something I wrote very last minute while in pain at the gym. Unedited and written on my phone— you’ve been warned. Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy :)

Truthfully, your relationship with Alexia Putellas was obvious from the beginning. The two of you stood no chance of keeping your relationship secret when you worked with the nosiest people in Spain.

All of your teammates knew about your relationship, but not because they were nosy. They’d caught on to your crushes before either of you had ever done so. It was impossible, really, to not notice the lovesick gazes the two of you exchanged when you thought nobody was looking, and the way the two of you always seemed to find each other in a room before anybody else.

The team had been exchanging bets and gossip for months over when they thought the two of you would finally get together. The betting had started between Paños and Mapi, but had far extended to the rest of the team due to either woman’s inability to keep their mouths shut.

By the time the two of you had privately confessed your feelings for each other over a movie in Alexia’s quiet home, the entire Barcelona Femení team had joined in on the betting. Each girl had watchful eyes on the two of you, having wanted to win the bet so that they could gloat over their teammates for at least a month.

So, when you showed up in Alexia’s pants, bleary-eyed and walking with a slight limp, the entire team took notice. It was Mapi who made a motion for everyone to pay up, doing a little victory dance when you’d turned your back to change.

What the team didn’t anticipate, however, was just how bad the two of you were at keeping your private relationship just that, private. It was entertaining for the rest of the team, and so they simply pretended like they didn’t notice your relationship.

They all turned a “blind eye” to the hickeys just beneath the collar of your jersey, which had been poorly covered with makeup. Some of the girls had nearly taken pity on you, with Jana even offering to teach you how to do your own makeup while the two of you had been paired up in the gym.

How you didn’t catch on to the fact that the team knew about you and Alexia, nobody would ever know.

All of the girls thought it was cute, however. Especially when they noticed just how whipped Alexia was for you.

The girl was always carrying both of your bags on her shoulders, and holding a drink for the both of you in her large hands. You, on the other hand, would be trailing behind the midfielder, talking Alexia’s ear off about something which never failed to make Alexia smile and laugh.

On top of all of that, there were the Instagram posts. The two of you rarely posted, although there were a few hints on your stories which may have hinted at the two of you being in the same place, but not dating. No, it was the Barcelona Femení Instagram posted which exposed the two of you.

If anybody would have cared to look, they would have seen the outpouring of theories from thousands of fans. They speculated on pictures of the two of you holding pinkies and giggling together on the bench during training, and how the two of you always seemed to be walking out of the locker room together, chatting and giggling as if you were in your own little world.

There was a certain video which had caught the attention of the fans, however. It was after you’d scored a goal in a drill, and it featured you running directly into your captain's arms, passing by three of your teammates in favor of the blonde woman. Alexia had opened her arms to you and lifted you up in the air, shouting out in victory. The normally stony-faced captain was grinning ear to ear. As Alexia had set you down, she seemed to forget that there were other people watching. Without hesitating, as though it were a practiced movement (which it was, but nobody else was supposed to know that) the girl placed a soft peck on your forehead. Within the hour, hundreds of edits were circulating the internet of the two of you.

And still, the two of you thought your relationship was secret.

When the team was out with the two of you, Alexia was always trying to be close to you. The Spanish captain tried to play it off as coincidence when the two of you would end up beside each other on a couch during movie night, but by this point the entire team shuffled around to make sure the two of you were next to each other.

It all came to a head when the team gathered at a club after a Champions League victory. Neither you or Alexia was big on drinking, and the two of you sat next to each other quietly talking near a wall. The two of you never noticed the eyes on you when you reached over to place a peck on Alexia’s cheek.

The entire team “aww”’d at the sight of their captain blushing at the action. Then, they watched as Alexia snagged a hold of your hand and drew you away from the spot. Alexia looked like a woman on a mission, dragging you away from the area with a certain look in her eyes that each girl could recognize from a mile away.

Alexia had dragged you into the bathroom, pressing you up against the wall to ravish your lips with sensuous kisses. Her hands roamed your body, fingers skimming the places she knew would have you swooning.

Your legs had turned to jelly beneath you at Alexia’s ministrations, with your stomach doing flips as Alexia’s tongue slipped into your mouth.

Alexia swallowed your moans with her lips, and both of your eyes were closed. Your girlfriends’ muscular body pushed yours against the wall, pressed tightly and deliciously against you. You were losing your mind, ready to do quite literally anything for the girl who was claiming your lips ever so possessively.

As the two of you continued to kiss, you couldn’t helo but let your head fall back. Alexia didn’t miss a beat, moving down to press wet, sloppy kisses against the skin of your jaw and neck. The girl suddenly didn’t care about leaving marks against you, unable to keep herself from sucking against the supple skin just beneath your jaw. Alexia always got this way with you, unable to keep herself from worshipping you in each and every way she desired. Ever single ounce of self control Alexia had always went out the window the moment she had you pressed against her body, moaning and soft and wanting in a way Alexia couldn’t resist.

In your cloud of lust, the two of you never noticed that someone was using the bathroom. As poor Jana flushed the toilet and walked out of her stall, the girl caught sight of her captain and you making out and making… not-so-friendly movements against each other.

“Aye- No! Ewwww-“ Jana was unable to keep her disgust out of her voice, loud enough to break the two of you apart.

You and Alexia were both breathing heavily, jumping away from each other with a start.

As if the entire scene wasn’t enough of a nightmare, some of your teammates had walked in upon hearing Jana's distressed shout. Well, that was what it haf looked like to you and Alexia.

However, someone had realized that Jana had been in the bathroom that you and Alexia were heading towards and simply couldn’t help but stand outside of the door, a little concerned for their friend and teammate but unable to warn her.

As Mapi burst in with Ingrid and a few other teammates, Bruna stood behind them rather sheepishly.

You and Alexia turned towards the door, now. Both of you looked absolutely embarrassed, and you looked helplessly at Alexia, who returned your gaze with one of her own.

Finally, to break the awkward silence, Alexia coughed before speaking up.

“So… this was not how we were planning on telling you all, but we are together.” At the absolute embarrassed look on Alexi’s face, the horrified expression on yours, as well as the traumatized look on Jana’s, Mapi couldn’t help but laugh loudly. The girl slapped her hand against her knee, and the rest of the girls started laughing as well.

“We know! You two were very obvious!” Someone had yelled, voice barely floating over the music of the club and the laughs of your teammates.

Your face was as red as a tomato as you began to put the pieces together. You realized, then, just how long the girls had known, and that they really had been poor at hiding their watching eyes.

Soon after that, the rest of the girls began to file out of the bathroom, many of them exchanging bits of money and giggles.

“Amor, we are very bad at hiding things.” You whispered to Alexia, your eyes glancing around the bathroom as if one of your teammates would come bouncing out of nowhere. You were, simply said, very paranoid now.

Alexia looked equally as horrified, although for an entirely different reason as she replied.

“Mapi will never let me live this down!” The girl groaned, and she was correct.

For the rest of the night, every single one of your teammates couldn’t help but make light of the situation. You had hoped, rather foolishly, that they would get all of their laughs out that night.

You would have been very wrong. Several years later, as you and Alexia stood hand in hand on a beach in beautiful, stark white wedding dresses, someone would make the mistake of handing Mapi a microphone to tell the story of how the two of you had been so very bad at hiding your hidden relationship.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso one shot #alexia putellas x reader #harper writes

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euphorajeon · 11 months

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in the sheets | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff | college!au, boxer!jk

— word count: 1.1k

— warnings: short-haired, chubby-cheeked, sleepy jk, they're crude ahahah, a bit teasing on jk's end because what is jk without teases (non sexual), basically nothing big it's just jk and oc being fluffy in the morning.

— summary: a sleepy jeongguk in the morning is very soft and whiny, a stark contrast to the usual annoying and full-of-tease jeongguk. (either way, you love him all the same.)

— author's note: i just miss boxer!gguk and what better opportunity to bring him back than this sleepy jk live hahaha. hope you enjoy! :)

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There’s a norm to mornings you spend at Jeongguk’s house after dating him, one involving his white blankets, his pillow that sometimes you both struggle to share, and his inked arm draped heavily around your waist. Most mornings see you both fighting to keep sleep away from your eyes and denying the warmth of the blankets to get ready for whatever you got planned that day, but on the mornings you have the luxury to stay a bit longer in bed, Jeongguk always makes the most of your time by pressing his lips to yours in slow kisses, pinning you further against the sheets. Often you find yourself panting under him after said slow kisses escalate into something more, his sweaty body on top of you not faring any better.

This morning, that norm is broken as you’re standing beside Jeongguk’s bed watching him hog the pillow and blankets to himself as he puts his arm around the bunched up blankets instead of your waist. His recently-cut hair sits like a nest on top of his head, stray strands curling into his eyelashes. It frames his face way differently compared to his long hair, letting you see the roundness of his cheek pressing into his pillow. His half-open eyes stare blearily at you, squinting to fight the sunlight peeking from behind his blinds.

“You haven’t slept, have you.” It’s not even a question anymore. “Your mom told me you were having a karaoke session and just stopped like thirty minutes ago.”

“I couldn’t sleeeep,” Jeongguk moans, pressing his face into the pillow. “Got tired after boxing, then I slept, woke up at two. Couldn’t fall back asleep so I just picked up the mic.” His voice is mufled by the pillow but somehow you understand him through experience and willpower. Drunk Jeongguk is way worse than sleepy Jeongguk. “What are you doing here at seven anyway?”

You climb into his bed to sit next to his lying down form, leaning against the headboard. “Mom kicked me out,” you sigh.

The way Jeongguk sits up quickly sends you into a fit of giggles, his alarmed eyes jumping around the features on your face in panic worsening it. “Kidding, kidding. Annoying Aunt is coming so mom sends me here to avoid her.” A big yawn interrupts your sentence. “Plus, your mom asked me to check on you and your karaoke-ing ass.”

“I told you I couldn’t sleep,” Jeongguk mumbles around a yawn as well, slumping back into the mattress upon knowing your mom isn’t evil. “Judging from your yawn, you couldn’t either?”

“No, I slept.” Another yawn. “At four.”

Jeongguk snorts. “Yeah, that’s hardly sleeping.” He lifts the blanket without even opening his eyes. “C’mere. Sleep with me.”

The silence you responds him with is obvious, which makes him chuckle while dropping the blanket back down. “Just sleep, babe, I don’t have the energy to fuck you right now.” He purses his lips in thought. “Although, if you want to fuck me, that can be arranged..”

“Jeon Jeongguk.” You swat at his shoulder weakly, having little to no energy either today to scold him your usual way. “Don’t tempt me. Having your dick hard while being sleepy is worse than being blue-balled.”

“Hm.. speaking from experience, are we?” Your boyfriend lets out a small grin. “You’re hot but I don’t think I can even get it up if I want to. I’m really beat.”

“Then you should’ve gone to sleep instead of singing your ass off at the crack of dawn,” you say without any real bite, fingers combing through his hair slowly. Jeongguk lets out a sigh, seemingly enjoying your touch on his scalp.

“Yeah, yeah. Now will you let me cuddle you or not?” he whines, taking your hand away from his hair to press his lips softly on your fingers. Sleepy Jeongguk is one soft and mushy Jeongguk indeed. “Cold without you here.”

“Tempting, but pass,” you say, letting him wedge your hand between his lips and pillow. It lets your fingers graze the smallest of his cheek and you poke it playfully with what tiny room you have to move your fingers. “I promised your mom I’ll eat her pancakes with her.”

Your poking results in an exaggerated pout of your boyfriend’s lips, which lets out the most petulant sound you’ve ever heard come out of this man. “So you choose mom over me.”

He’s petulant, but his puckered lips are cute and tempting all the same, so you don’t resist the urge to lean down and give him a kiss right on his pillowy lips. “Pancakes,” you say after, slowly pulling your hand from his grasp. “Later, Jeon. Go to sleep, I’ll come back after eating.”

Jeongguk lets out a sound between a whine and a hum from deep inside his chest, nuzzling his pillow and letting his hair get even messier on top of his head. This time, you have to fight yourself from reaching out to run your hand through his hair again, to slip the stray strands behind his ear. Instead, you slip off his bed to finally go downstairs to Mrs. Jeon and her awaiting pancakes, but you find yourself stay rooted in place watching the steady rise and fall of Jeongguk’s chest as he slowly slips into slumber.

It’s not every day that you have the opportunity to map his face with your eyes like this—because most of the time he’d wake up earlier than you—so you take your time tracing over his features, from the way his bangs are covering his eyebrows, the ends of it touching his eyelashes, to his big nose that sometimes get red around the bridge from his glasses, to his very round and pinchable cheek, made more prominent by his shorter hair. Your eyes land on the pair of his lips last, now no longer pulled into a pout as soft breaths come out of it. The pair of lips with the piercing that started it all, the thing that got you addicted to having your lips against his, the tiny piece of jewelry that stays cold even when his lips are warm after working out.

Jeon Jeongguk is beautiful.

Your eyes are still stuck on the metal ring when the plush flesh around it spreads into a grin. “You’re staring, aren’t you?”

Caught red-handed, and he doesn’t even need to open his eyes.

“Shut up.” But still, his grin is contagious as you find one creeping onto your face as well. You shake your head to yourself, unable to believe just how much you love this guy. “Go to sleep, Jeon.”

“Mhm. Love you, babe,” he mumbles, then adds: “enjoy the pancakes.”

A chuckle bubbles up from your chest, finally getting your hand on the door to step out.

“Love you too. Sleep tight, baby.”

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this little drabble of sleepy jeongguk~ any feedback here would be very appreciated :) thank you for reading!

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dolldefiler · 2 months

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Sir, I want you to tie me to the bed blind fold me and play with my senses I want to submit only to you.

[@sleepyylaylaa helped figure out how to do this, sorry for the wait @ladywestropebunnie]

C/W: Bondage, rape

It’d be fun watching you walk into a trap of your own making. I’d host self-defence classes, teaching women how to protect themselves. I’d show them where and how to use their hands. I’d teach them to control their bodies in just the right ways. But I’d rarely make a move. No, I’d only make a move on a girl like you. A girl that doesn’t realise she’s the perfect target to be raped.

I’d offer you free tutoring, worried about your lack of progress. I’m sure you’d agree, the silly little bimbo fuckdoll that you are. Over time, we’d progress through different scenarios, each getting wilder than the last until… One day, after class, I’d lead you to the back room again. In the middle of the room would stand a large bed. Turning to you, I would say, “What if your partner were violent in your most vulnerable moment? While you’ve been tied up while playing around with BDSM.” I’d spit that last word out, as if disgusted by the prospect. As if I weren’t going to break you on this very bed while your body lays restrained. Weeks of earning your trust would lead to this moment.

You’d get on top of the bed and I’d tie you up, gently asking if it hurt. Your hands and your feet, all tied up. I’d slip a ballgag into your mouth. “You never know what might happen,” I’d say when you look at me, concern in your eyes. But you would open your mouth willingly and lift your head, allowing me to secure it firmly. Finally, the blindfold. Everything would be in place now.

“Struggle.” I would say. “Struggle as if you were about to get raped, sweetheart.” And you would comply while I strip my clothes off. I’d walk to the bed, and you’d feel my weight shift around. You’d feel something long, hard, and warm tap on your face. Something familiar. You’d pause. “Struggle as if you’re going to be raped, sweetie,” I would say, “because you’re going to be raped now.”

You’d pause, shocked, before violently thrashing against the tight rope. You’d try to headbutt my dick, but I would simply pin you down by your neck and continue rubbing my shaft against your pretty little face. You’d hear me groan as pre-cum begins to spread across your skin. I’d lose myself, pressing my balls against your nose, and pumping against your sextoy of a face. I’m sure you’d never forget the musky scent of your rapist’s balls.

Minutes later, I’d pull your top up and your pants down, until I could see the only important parts of you. Your tits and your cunt. I’d press my cock between your legs, and roughly maul at your lewd chest. In your blindness, you’d feel every fucking touch on your skin. You’d feel my fingers dig into your soft skin, my weight pressing down on your body, and… my cock pressed against your entrance. You’d feel me push in, uncaringly, my violent, throbbing cock making itself home in your hot cunt. You’d hear the bed creak around you and my grip on your tits becoming tighter as I indulge my cock in the pleasures of your pussy.

I’d watch your face distort in pleasure and hatred and laugh. I’d spit on your ballgag, my saliva trickling around your mouth with every brutal thrust into your worn-out body. “Come on, fight back.” You’d hear my voice say as I mock you. “Show me how to defend yourself.”

I’d rail your tight fucking cunt harder as I feel your blindfold getting damper and damper from your tears. I’d fondle your vulnerable body as your body begins to accept it can’t do anything. That you can’t do anything. I’d ask if you were on birth control, but it’s not like you’d be able to answer. It’s not like your answer would change anything anyway. I’d press against your waist, depositing every fucking drop of seed into you.

Perhaps you need more self-defence lessons to make sure this never happens again. We wouldn’t you to be a traumatised, tied-down rapesleeve, would we?

#asks #bd/sm slave #bd/sm kink #rapetoy #rapekink #rapedoll #r@pedoll #r@pe kink #r@pe play #bd/sm rope #humiliation kink

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sapphosclosefriend · 10 months

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- Emotional -

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Pregnant! Fem! Reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Summary: Nat supports you through any of your moments of doubt caused by your pregnancy.

Word count: 1608

Warnings: bottom! Reader, top! Natasha Romanoff, Nat has a penis, kissing, SMUT, brief riding, clit stimulation, vaginal penetration, cumming inside, cum eating, brief mention of a blowjob, literally one slap on the ass

A/N: this story contains smut so anyone who isn’t 18+ DNI. I wrote this in a frenzy and it’s garbage, so I’ll probably go over it one day. (Of course I didn’t finish the milf wanda one so don’t be angry, I’m sorry!)

Masterlist

The creaking of the bed syncs perfectly with your movements as you try to gather the little strength you still have in your legs to keep moving up and down Nat’s cock buried deep in your pussy. You thought that taking breaks and catching your breath could help you out, but it only ended up making you feel more and more tired each time you started moving once again. The long pauses you take, sitting still with all of her inside of you only make Nat go crazy and closer to the edge, but of course she’d never let go before you’re done yourself, especially now that you need all of her support.

It pains her to see you struggling to do some of the most simple things and, despite it not being of any importance to her, she knows of your deep frustration for physically not being able to satisfy her like before all of this and despite her countless reassurances of you indeed being able to do so in any way, even more limited ones, you still feel so much guilt. She can see the slight tremble on your legs from your tiredness and when she gently takes your hands in hers and once again repeats, well, starts to repeat the same question she’s been asking almost as long as you’ve been going at it, you finally look at her for the first time since you’ve started taking your breaks

“Baby…”

Her soft raspy voice and green eyes hold so much love in that moment that you can’t help but pout as you feel (the now more than usual) tears welling up in your eyes, blinding you for a moment before falling loose down your cheeks

“I’m so sorry Natty, I can’t do it, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

Your meek voice breaks her heart so much she’d hug you and squeeze you as tight as she can, but she knows it would be impossible to do, so she lifts herself up on her elbow to reach for your face with her other hand and wipe away another tiny tear that escapes your eye before caressing your cheek as softly as she can

“Don’t ever be sorry for any of this. This is bullshit compared to what you’re doing for us, for me too! That’s what really matters to me, that you two are ok”

She searches for your eyes and once you make eye contact she expectantly nods and waits for you to nod back, indicating that you understood. Your small answer helps comfort her a bit as she reaches for your hand once again to kiss your palm before holding it

“And don’t worry, my cock is definitely not suffering”

Her words take you off guard and once you look at her and see her stupid cheeky grin you can’t help but burst out laughing, she can be so silly, especially when you’re a bit down, but she always helps lift your mood. Once you stop laughing you squeeze her hand, still intertwined with hers, and lean as down as you can to connect your lips in a soft kiss before resting your forehead against hers and looking into her beautiful eyes and then her plump lips. She’s even more lost looking at every little detail of your face and only gets out of her trance once she feels you grinding on her very slowly, making her eyes get back on yours and finding them already looking back at her. The feeling of her hand moving to gently hold your hips makes you suck in a breath and your walls clench around her for a second, getting a small hiss out of her. It’s just then that you really notice how on edge she seems to be, her abs clenching hard, brows furrowed and slightly shaky breathing, could you really have gotten her close with your pathetic attempt at riding her?

“Lie down, let me take care of you, please baby”

Her whispered words succeed in getting you out of your own head once again and she doesn’t receive an answer before you’re fully lifting yourself off of her, letting her cock slap back against her lower abdomen (you’re sure you heard a small “shit” when you pulled her out of you but you don’t question it) and sitting next to her, giving her another deeper kiss to thank her for being so amazing as usual. You don’t even realize it when you start fully making out with each other, getting small whimpers out of you as your breathing quickens, even more so once her hand sneaks between your legs and lazily rubs your clit, making you moan out loud and break the kiss

“So wet and so close, fuck baby, you’re so needy”

The things she tells you while making you lie down next to her make you sob and clench hard around nothing, so you reach for her cock, still wet from being inside of you, and jerk it with your hand a couple times, savouring the way her head falls back and she moans loudly

“Please Natty, I need to cum so bad! Please make me cum!”

The way you practically cry out the words gets something going inside of her and she suddenly moves to kneel between your legs, aligning her cock to your entrance in a frenzy, finally pushing inside of you and caressing your belly all while looking at your expression of pure bliss and savouring the small whimpers you let out while she keeps pushing more of her cock inside, seemingly never ending, until you can feel her balls pressed against you, finally letting you take a deep breath and languidly moan at being full once again.

"Shit baby, you feel even tighter!"

She doesn’t waste any more time and immediately starts thrusting more and more quickly, finding a pace that pleases both of you. She knows you won’t be comfortable for long lying on your back, so she tries her best to make you get closer and closer to the edge, successfully doing so very easily and consequently feeling herself close too, thanks to the way your pussy repeatedly squeezes her cock so hard she feels like she could cum each time. Your breathless moans are certainly not helping her either and her frustrated grunts do nothing but turn you on more and make you even more wet for her

“Natty!”

Your big desperate eyes tell her everything she needs to know and she immediately moves a hand to press her thumb on your clit and rub it, seeing your eyes unconsciously close as your bliss approaches

“Cum for me baby”

As soon as she says those words you feel your overwhelmingly hard orgasm wash over you, fully knocking your breath away and making you grasp the pillow under your head so hard your knuckles turn white. Your loud moans echo through the otherwise quiet bedroom, if not for the sound of skin slapping and Nat’s laboured breathing, and your pussy squeezes Nat’s cock so hard she’s barely able to move in or out of you for a bit, effectively getting her even closer to her own peak and making her curse under her breath multiple times. Once you’ve been able to calm down a bit she stops rubbing your clit and grabs your waist, getting better leverage to go back to thrusting her cock deep inside of you and working herself to her orgasm, reaching it also thanks to the sight of your now bigger boobs jiggling in tandem with her thrusts, your tired eyes lovingly looking at her and the way you clench your pussy on purpose, making her hit her peak and cum deep inside of you, filling you up to the brim, how she cums so much has always been a mystery to you. Once her cock stops twitching and she’s mostly caught her breath she opens her eyes and sets her gaze back to you, feeling her heart warm up at the sight of your small smile and sweet eyes filled with pure love and adoration for her

“I love you Natty”

She can barely hear your small, tired voice, but understands you nonetheless

“I love you…my baby”

Her cheeky smile makes you let out a giggle, only to be interrupted by your own whimper when Nat pulls out of you, dragging her cock against your now extremely sensitive walls

“I know baby, I’m done. You’ve done such a good job for me”

Of course she finds herself entranced by the way her own cum starts slowly seeping out of you and can’t help but groan when you purposely push more out to scoop it up with your fingers and taste it with a languid moan, savouring her dumbfounded expression looking at the action

“Fuck, baby, aren’t you a naughty one”

“You’re the one who makes me act this way, Natty!”

“Oh it’s my fault, I see”

“Absolutely!…..maybe you can do something to be forgiven”

You’re now lying on your side, holding yourself up on your elbow, thanks to your back killing you, looking at Nat still kneeling on the bed

“Please tell me, baby”

The excitement makes you smile as she briefly kisses you after speaking

“Go get me a couple of pillows so I stay comfortable while I suck your cock to clean it up”

She fails to hold back a small grunt at your words and immediately jumps off the bed to run to the living room, slapping your ass when she passes by you, and eliciting a giggle from you, oh the way you love this woman!

Tags: @fxckmiup @natashasilverfox

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff smut #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow x female reader #black widow smut #marvel #mcu

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storiesforthemoonchild · 4 months

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Christmas Morning | Alexia Putellas x Reader

short little something I thought of because the little boy next door woke me up on Christmas Morning yelling 'Santa came' to his parents 😂

a pt. II to Big Brother

“Mamá,” you smile when you hear Nico’s excited voice from his room.

“Por favor make him go back to sleep amor,” Alexia whines. The hand she has resting on your stomach beginning to rub gently.

You felt a bit bad, Alexia had taken on most of the stress of the holidays with you being due for the second baby any day now. You went to bed earlier on her while wrapping presents last night, and didn’t feel her slide in beside you until just a few hours ago, “I’m sorry love.”

Alexia lifts her head to check the time, 7am, “no, no, no please one more hour bebé.”

“You probably have one more minute,” you run your fingers through her hair to comfort her. “He will crash after the excitement and breakfast. Then we can have some cuddles before we leave.”

“Fine, how’s my princesa?” Alexia gives up on sleep, and goes through her usual morning routine of kissing your belly and talking to the baby.

“Ready to come any minute,” you tell her as your bedroom door creaks open and a tiny head pops through.

“SANTA CAME,” Nico shouts when he sees you sitting up in bed. Alexia groans into your belly before lifting her head with the biggest smile at your son. Motherhood looked amazing on her. She would groan at the lack of sleep or privacy you two got these days, but you knew it wasn’t real. She was the first to hop up and shoo away monsters, or play football in the backyard.

“SANTA? Did he bring me lots of toys?” Alexia matches the 4-year-olds excitement as she lifts him into bed.

Nico nods vigorously, as he bounces between the two of you. He kisses your belly gently just like Ale does every morning, “Buenos días princesa,” he whispers, making you shoot Alexia a look. You still didn’t know the gender of the baby, but Alexia was adamant and had got your son on board with the fact it was a girl. You gave up fighting the two on it. “Can we go see?”

Both sets of eyes looking towards you for permission, “Sí my loves. Let's go see what Santa brought.”

Alexia, just as excited to see the joy on his face, nearly races out the room right behind him before seemingly remembering you were very pregnant. She comes to the side of the bed helping to guide you to the living room where an excited Nico is. “Alexia LOOK!” The boy jumping in excitement at all the new football items that were scattered about.

You settle into the cozy living room decorated in festive colors. The morning sun is just barely peeking through the blinds, as the tree stands bright in the corner of the room. Nothing compared to Christmas as a mother, the laughter and pure joy on his face as he rips through each gift brought you indescribable happiness.

He holds up each toy to showcase it to the two of you as Alexia tries to keep the clean up to a minimum and throws trash away as he goes. “Oh that one is from Tía Ingrid and María,” you say as he picks up the box wrapped in a different paper than the others.

Alexia glances your way at the statement before watching as he rips through the wrapping. Nico jumps to his feet when he sees the contents, “NO! He will NOT be wearing that,” Alexia states firmly at the Barcelona jersey with 23 Engen, on the back.

“Ale stop,” you laugh as he rips his Christmas themed football pajama top off and throws the jersey on. “You look so handsome, bebé, come let me take a picture for Ingrid.”

Alexia groans as Nico makes his way over, a bright smile and blushed cheeks, “Nico,” she says firmly like he is in trouble.

“Alexia stop,” you give right back to her.

“Who is your favorite Barcelona player?” She waves you off as she wraps him in a hug, kissing his face.

“Alexia!” He shouts with pride, laughter filling the room as she begins to tickle him.

“Bueno amor. You are a Putellas, that’s the only name you should wear on your back, sí?”

Nico wiggles free from her grip, nodding in response before busying himself with opening the last few presents. “You are ridiculous,” you laugh at the midfielder.

Alexia rolls her eyes as she lays her head in your lap, “why would they get him that? I’m serious he will not be wearing that outside of this house.”

“Okay crybaby,” you attempt to lean down to kiss her only to be blocked by your stomach. Alexia laughed before reaching up to connect your lips. “Did Santa bring you everything you wanted, baby boy?”

Nico’s smile fades as he comes and leans into your side, shrugging, “yeah I guess.”

You and Alexia share a glance, wondering what you could’ve possibly forgotten. If anything you had gone overboard thanks to Alexia, “what did he forget?” You can see the disappointment on Alexia’s face, she hated letting him down in any way.

“I- I asked him to make me a big brother for Christmas. I want to meet princesa, so we can play football,” he pouts, looking identical to Alexia at that moment.

You both relax at his words, a smile gracing your faces at his excitement for the baby. “Some presents Santa has no control over bebé. Princesa will come when she’s ready,” Ale runs a hand through his short curls.

“The baby,” you emphasize, “will be here very very soon. You are already the best big brother in the world. We just have to keep talking to the baby, so they know we are ready to meet.”

“Okay,” Nico says, easily satisfied with the explanation as he goes back to all the toys in front of him.

You would always cherish these moments of pure joy with both of your loves. Your heart was full and you couldn’t wait to expand that with the new addition.

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joshym · 4 months

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Prettiest in the Morning

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: Jake is worth being late to work for.

Word Count: 2.3k +

Warnings: smut, (18+ ONLY) sweet morning sex with Jake, unprotected p in v, a little cock warming, fluff fluff & more fluff. tooth-rotting sweetness.

a/n: this was born purely from this wonderful request. enjoy, my loves.

"Call out today, honey. They don't need you as bad as I do."

-☼-

The incessant screaming of your morning alarm penetrates your dream state as your eyes slowly begin to open.

The sun's morning rays pay no mind to your blinds, peeking through them with a strength that makes it difficult for your eyes to adjust right away.

Through a squint, you take a look at your clock to catch the time.

6:45am

A drawn out sigh escapes your lips as you rub what’s left of your slumber from your eyes.

You roll your tired body over to see your lovely Jake, his mouth parted sweetly and carrying the faintest of snores. He’s still fast asleep as he’s cozily wrapped in your fluffy duvet. You smile at his soft, sleepy features that beckon you to stay tangled up with him.

But, alas, you must leave him. You have to be at work by 8:00am, much to your disdain.

You lean down to plant quiet kisses on your sleeping beauty. His eyelids, his nose, his lips– he stirs the slightest bit, a lethargic grin curling from the corners of his mouth. But his eyes stay shut, drawing him back into his deep rest.

You stretch your stiff limbs as you reluctantly pull yourself away from the warm covers.

Why must your bed be the comfiest when it’s time to get out of it? A question for the ages, no doubt.

You try your best to be as quiet as possible so as to not wake him. Lifted on the very tips of your toes, you pad across the cold wooden floor to your closet.

You shuffle through the threads set aside in a special section designated for your work clothes. You’re usually very meticulous in picking your daily work attire, but today, you just don’t have the interest for it.

Your arms feel extra heavy as you reach them over your head to grab the first blouse and pair of slacks you see. Your oversized sleep shirt (one of Jakes, of course) rises up just enough that you feel the cold, morning air against the bare skin of your thong clad ass that sends a chill up your spine. Yet another cruel reminder of how badly you wish to be in the warm bed, with Jake's body heat radiating on you like your own personal space heater.

You pull the garments from their hangers and tiptoe back to your room, stopping at your dresser as you set your clothes on the chair next to it.

You pull your shirt off, hissing at the cold air that hits your nearly naked form. Goosebumps appear on every inch of your chilled skin; your nipples harden instantly from the brisk temperature of your room. Jake has an affinity for keeping the room cool. You don’t mind it as long as you're snuggled up next to him in your bed, but it’s rather unpleasant when you’re not soaking up his warm body.

You can’t begin your day without moisturizing your skin. As cold as you are, you refuse to get dressed without lotioning up properly.

You take the nearest bottle and begin lathering yourself up with the vanilla scented cream. You prop your leg up on the chair your clothes are waiting for you on, running the slick blam over your calf and all the way up to the top of your thigh. You put that leg down and as you begin to work on the next, you hear a deep breath coming from the direction of the bed behind you.

You stall your movements, hoping you didn’t wake him.

But as you slowly turn your body around, you're met with his drowsy eyes fixed on you. His arms rest above his head and one bare leg sits atop the covers. Sprawled out beautifully and rather invitingly with a gorgeous smirk across his pink lips.

“Jake. I’m so sorry, baby. I tried not to wake you,” you softly mutter while you set the lotion bottle back on the dresser. “I hope you haven’t been awake long.”

He turns on his side and props his head up with one arm, keeping his heavy eyes on you. “You shouldn’t be sorry, lovely. I’m getting the show of a lifetime.”

You giggle as you grab your slacks and begin putting them on. But as you step the first foot in, Jake quickly interrupts you.

“No, no, don’t do that just yet. C’mere first.”

You can’t deny his pretty eyes, so you stop what you’re doing and walk over to him. He sits up to meet you, hands gently wrapping around your hips as you stand before him.

His face is so close; you feel each shallow breath against the exposed skin of your stomach, only intensifying the goosebumps already there from the cold.

“You’re the prettiest in the morning, you know that?” His eyes are locked with yours as he leans in to connect his lips just above your belly button. “And you smell so good, my sweet vanilla cupcake.”

You want to melt into him, to render yourself completely under his heated touch against your cold body.

You weave your fingers in his tangled locks while he continues to pepper the sweetest, laziest kisses against your tummy.

But reality suddenly sets in. You look to the clock once more; 7:05am.

With traffic being the worst during the morning rush, you’ll have to leave in no less than twenty minutes if you want to be at work on time. Even then, that’s a stretch.

“Baby, I have to get ready. I don’t want to be late,” you say through hitched breaths.

He hums into your skin, the warm vibration sending a flash of arousal to your core as you're mentally cursing the fact that you have to put an end to this so you can finish getting ready.

But just as you begin to do so, he quickly pulls you closer to him as he falls back on the bed and drags you on top of him.

You both get caught in a fit of giggles with the way he so perfectly calculated his movements so that your bodies would end up this way.

“Jakey,” you say through a breathless laugh, “I have to get ready for work. I really don’t want to be late.”

He takes your face in his hands, pulling it close to his and deeply kissing your lips. You can’t help but deepen it even further. He knows your weaknesses, and kissing him is number one on your list.

His velvety soft lips, the taste of his tongue, the way he nibbles ever so slightly on your lips— you find yourself craving his kisses more often than not.

His fingertips gently glide over your shoulders, down your arched back, stopping at the rounded curve of your ass. He squeezes the flesh in his hands while you begin to grind yourself on his hardened cock beneath your now soaked core.

He pulls his mouth away, leaving you chasing after him for more.

His blown out irises meet yours, a sly smile splayed on his kiss-swollen mouth.

“Just call out today, honey. They don’t need you as bad as I do.”

Before you can oppose, he flips you both over so he’s now on top of you.

“My sweet, beautiful girl. So pretty in the forenoon gleam,” he says, looking at you with eyes that say more words than his mouth ever could. A look that makes you feel as if you’re the only woman in his world. His fingers brush along the side of your cheek as you lean into his hand. “How could you ever make the grueling trek to work and depart from me?”

If you had it your way, you’d never leave him. Even for something as normal as going to your eight to five.

No; if you could, you’d stay here. Just like this, for the rest of your conceivable days.

“I love you, my sexy poetic lover,” you tell him. “But if you want me to keep my job, I simply must make the grueling tre—“

He promptly cuts you off with another kiss, gentle and sugary. Taking his time to enjoy the taste of you, and you’re quite enjoying it yourself— so much so that the time feels mute. It’s stopped completely, as far as you’re concerned.

He ruts his hips into your core, his hard cock rubbing against you, stealing your breath.

His kiss becomes more fervent, more hungry. Like he’s utterly starved for you.

You reciprocate right back. Your body craves his to be as connected with yours as humanly possible.

He breaks away, hovering his lips just above yours. Close enough that they brush over yours ever so softly.

“Can I show you how much I love you?” he asks in a hushed whisper. He sounds desperate, like his need for you is as dire as if his entire life depended on it.

You reach down between your bodies and tug his strained boxers down, then move your panties to the side, gasping at the crisp air of your room hitting your drenched center.

“Please, baby,” you mutter, nearly breathless at your unbridled need for him.

He smiles against your mouth while lining himself up with you, running his tip through your quivering folds. “That’s my pretty girl,” he says against your parted mouth. “Gonna take it slow and gentle, okay? Just wanna make you feel good, baby doll.”

He takes his time entering you, letting you feel every inch as he slowly glides all the way inside while you both sign in absolute relief.

His hips move in long and drawn out strides, allowing his cock slowly pump in and out of you.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, whispering sweet nothings in the shell of your ear.

He fills you so wonderfully and completely. The slightest bit of a sting present, but only in the most elating and erotic way.

“You’re so warm, baby doll,” he says, his lips ghosting over your tingling skin. “So perfect and tight. My beautiful sweetheart with the most pretty pussy.”

You wrap your legs tight around his back, keeping him as close to you as you can while his pace picks up just enough that your blissful end is just on the horizon.

“Jake, baby. You feel s- so good inside me. Right where you belong,” you mumble through staggered breaths.

You reach your hands to his sturdy shoulders, digging your nails in his damp skin. He whimpers in your ear, a sound you’ve come to realize is your absolute favorite.

“Yeah— this is where I belong, baby doll. Tucked away inside, just like this.” He stills himself inside you, his twitching cock causing you to flutter as he rests against your sweet spot. “I feel you, honey. Squeezing me like that, you’re so close. Can you give it to me?”

He lifts his thumb up to your mouth, and you instantly open up for him. He places it inside and you swirl your tongue around the pad just a little before he pulls it back out.

His wet thumb slides slowly down your body. He lifts himself up just a bit to reach for your throbbing clit, toying with it in gentle circles as he begins pumping in and out of you at an agonizing pace.

“Right there, baby, right there,” you muster in high pitched whines.

He leans in to meet your lips once more, and that is all it takes for your body to succumb.

You’re crashing hard into your wave of pleasure, your cunt pulses and throbs around him. Your back arches completely off the bed, your breathing labored and deep.

“There you go, baby doll,” His voice is low, his words raspy and faltered. “Gonna paint you nice and pretty, okay love?”

He pulls himself out, stroking his cock covered in your slick. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes roll in the back of his head.

He finishes all over your tummy. His warm cum feels like a blanket against your skin. His moans become almost uncontrolled, those beautiful noises that are prettier than any ballad.

He falls against you, his heaving chest colliding gently with yours.

“I love you, my perfect girl,” he whispers into your neck. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“I love you, Jakey.”

You brush your fingers through his hair, taming his disheveled length. You breathe him in deeply to savor this beautiful morning with him. You wish it could be like this always, that nothing could ever come between the two of you. Not even a job.

Shit.

Your job. You completely forgot.

You snap your head over to look at the clock, scared to be met with reality.

7:49am

“Oh fuck!” you yell. “I’m late for work!”

You kiss the crown of his head before he moves off of you. You jump up to get cleaned up, realizing that no matter how quick you move, you’ll never make it on time.

“Hey baby,” Jake says. “You know it’s Saturday, right?”

You stop dead in your tracks. There’s no way you forgot what day it was.

You take your phone off the nightstand and turn the screen on to check.

Sure enough, it’s fucking Saturday. Your day off.

“Jake! Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask as you shamefully drop your head in your hand.

He giggles sweetly, forcing a smile to soften your irritated features. “Well, because now I know you’d rather be here with me than at your silly old job.”

You toss your phone back on the nightstand and lay back down next to him, playfully smacking his biceps.

“That’s a risky game, Jacob.”

He chuckles he rolls you over on top of him. “I love you, baby doll.”

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mykoreanlove · 5 months

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just another day at the dorms - minho version

“Where is she? Where is y/n?” Minho searched the dorms frantically, ravaging everything in his way.

You were about to leave for the night, eager for your first real blind date. Dating was still forbidden, so you had to be sneaky which made the whole thing even hotter.

Your hand was already on the door handle but before you could open it you felt yourself getting yanked to the side. His lips crushed onto yours without a word, forcefully dancing with your tongue. You didn’t need an introduction though; you would have recognized Minho in every universe.

His hands travelled down your body, kneading, and groping his favorite parts. He lifted you up and walked both of you towards his room – not breaking the kiss even once. You felt yourself falling on his big bed, he was attached to you like glue.

“Don’t leave me y/n, please. Don’t ever leave me.”

Minho thrusted onto you, showing you exactly just how much he needed you. Your clothes were gone seconds after and you found yourself on top of him, taking him all in as you circled your hips around his dick.

“Mmhmm, my kitty cat is doing such a good job”, he hummed in pleasure.

He was right, you did a very good job – at fucking a taken man.

You threw your head back, intensifying the rhythm of your circles as he sucked on your perky tits forcefully. “Fuck, kitty, this is gonna bruise tomorrow”, he smirked.

You slung your arms around him and whispered in his ear: “This is the last time, Min. I’m ditching my date for you and you better-“, your speech got cut off by your moans, as he was thrusting from underneath you, hitting all the right spots.

“You were saying?”, he retorted. You grabbed his full hair and pulled his head back; you had him looking up to you now. “Don’t play with me, Min. I mean it.”

Before you could even blink, he spun you around, making you lay on your belly as he was thrusting into you from behind. His sweaty body lay on yours, his heaviness pushing you into the soft mattress. You felt his hot breath on your ear as he whispered: “But I like playing with you the most, kitty.”

Minho raised his upper body and started leaving kisses all over your backside – starting from the neck and working his way down to your ass. “God, you are perfect, y/n”, he hummed in appreciation. Minho spanked your ass before thrusting the hardest, making you see stars for a minute. He emptied himself inside of you and collapsed on your back.

“Sorry about your date.”

You sighed into the fluffy cushions. “What about your girlfriend, Min? Are you even sorry for her?” He nodded his head, still buried in your neck. “I am. But I can’t help it. She is not-“, he paused.

“What? Giving you attention? Fucking you properly? Caring about you?”

Minho got off of you and rolled on his side. He caressed your face with the palm of his hand, he was in total agony of your beauty. “She’s not seeing me for who I am. To her I am Minho, the idol, the perfect guy. I am up on a pedestal in her mind. She really has no idea who I am. Who I really am.”

You frowned at his explanation. Ever since you met him you were very well aware of his flaws – he had anger issues, he rarely flossed, he could be too cold at times, he loved cats more than humans, he left his damp towels all around the dorms and got impatient when you messed up his choreographies.

How peculiar to think that he, or anybody really, would be perfect.

“But you, y/n”, he inhaled deeply, “you are different.” His fingers brushed your lips, making him inhale in anticipation. “Different how?” He got up and towered over you, his body only inches away from yours. The silver chain around his neck fell right in between your cleavage, making you squirm at the coldness of the metal.

“You”, he kissed your swollen lips,

“see”, another one on your left cheek,

“me”, followed by a kiss on the right cheek,

“for”, a kiss on the nose,

“who”, followed by a kiss on your temple.

“You are”, you whispered in realization. He smirked and crushed his lips onto yours again, for the second but not last time that night.

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eideticmemory · 7 months

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A LONG DAY | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

At the end of a long day, your husband really is the best person to come home to.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warning/Includes: Husband!Matthew !!! Dad!Matthew !!! Delusional fluff!! Even more delusional smut!!

The worst part of getting home so late isn’t the body aches, it isn’t the exhaustion, it’s not even the dozens of bright headlights that blind you on the way home. It’s the darkness. Everything is so dark. You pull into the driveway and the porch light is out, the garage is pitch black. Shutting your car off, you take a moment to lean your head back and sigh, gaining the strength to grab all of your crap, open the door and stumble through the garage. You trip over your daughter’s bike, but you catch yourself and you think you’re going to burst into tears. Instead, you step into the basement where it is almost as dark, save for the soft light of TV where your husband sits on the couch, doing absolutely nothing but wait for you.

Matthew turns around and his face just instantly lights up, “Hey, mama,” he rises to his feet. He takes your bag, your lunchbox and sets them down so he can give you a big, tight, hug. Arms wrapped securely around your waist, face buried in your neck, he whispers, “I missed you.”

And your entire body melts into his, your hands gripping onto his shoulders as you sigh out, “I missed you.” Then he hugs you tighter, lifts you off your feet.

When he puts you down, you still don’t let go, and he chuckles under his breath, but he holds you until you’re ready to let go.

“How are the babies?” you ask him.

“Oh, they’re good,” he nods, and he takes your hand, guides you over to the monitors perched on the coffee table. “They’re asleep. Went down pretty easy.”

“Did they ask about me?” You ask, leaning down to caressing Leo’s face on the screen.

“C’mon, you know they did,” Matthew smiles. “I told them that you were at work but you love them and you’d see them first thing in the morning.”

Your fingertips trace Amelia’s face, and then slowly over Rhiannon’s and it makes you so very sad. Heavy weight on your shoulders, deep in your chest, sad. When you get home late and it’s pitch dark, bedtime has come and gone. The day has come and gone. And the guilt absolutely eats you alive.

Matthew rubs your back, running the heel of his hand up your spine, “Have you eaten?”

You sigh, “Not since lunch,” shaking your head, standing up straight.

“Oh god, babe, let me make you something.”

You release a sharp breath from your nose and instantly rest your forehead on his shoulder.

You are so tired.

“Hm?” he hums, holding you tight.

You give nothing more than a nod, but that’ll do.

“Yeah?” he whispers. “Okay, let’s go upstairs.”

He follows behind you with your stuff up and you close the door behind him, officially lock the house up for the night. Walking towards the stairs, you take a look around and comment, “It’s clean as hell in here.”

He laughs, “Well, thank you for noticing. Shout out to your kids for taking some good naps today so I could actually get some of their shit picked up.”

You give him a dry laugh. It would’ve been louder but you just simply lack the energy.

“Oh, baby, you’re tired,” he kisses your cheek. “Go ahead,” he nods towards the stairs. “I’ve got your food. Go lay down, mama.”

And you really don’t need to be told twice. So you give him a gentle kiss, a quiet, “Thank you,” and you drag yourself up the stairs. You hop in the shower with the pure intention of making it quick, but you take a seat on the floor, letting the water run over your body for much longer than you mean to. Still a bit damp, you throw on Matthew’s shirt and crawl into your bed on all fours, collapsing on the mattress when you reach your designated side. Snuggling into your pillow, you moan under your breath, the relief and comfort washing over you all at once.

Matthew steps into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. And with him is a small plate topped with a sub sandwich and a side of chips. “Is this okay, baby?”

You roll over to take a look, at the sandwich done up with your favorite meats and cheese, the chips you go to when you need a snack. And it is so obvious that someone who knows you and loves you put it together. “Yes, my love,” you smile. “Yes, it’s perfect. Thank you.” You take the plate from him and set it on your nightstand.

“You sure?” he asks as he crawls in beside you, plops down on the bed. “I packed you the same thing for lunch tomorrow, but if you’d prefer something else, I can do that for you.”

You look up at him, run your finger over his collarbone, hook it onto the collar of his shirt. You go to speak, but you lose your train of thought as you touch his hair and his chin, “…take your pants off.”

And you swear, he nearlys goes - what? - but he catches himself. He shuts himself up very quickly and nods, no questions asked. He slides his pants over his hips and down his legs, his briefs flying off the edge right along with them.

You push your panties down, kick them off like it’s what they were meant for all along. As you climb on top of Matthew, his breath catches in his chest and he moans at the soft touch of your lips on his. His arms take you in out of instinct, his hands work their way up your waist and grope your boobs. You hum, holding his face in your hands as you grind your hips on him, feel his cock come alive between your legs.

The warmth of it all has him struggling to keep sane, with him constantly groaning against your lips, digging his nails into your thighs.

“Wait, wait,” he huffs, pushing your hair out of your face. “Don’t…don’t you wanna eat first?”

“Mm-mm,” You shake your head, arch your back and tangle your hands in his hair, “After.”

He nods and opens his mouth just a bit so your tongue can slide between his lips. Your mouths gets slimy and slippery but the two of you cannot stop. You only part so you can spit into your own palm, which you proceed to rub over your pussy. Matthew watches you in astonishment, his eyes glistening as you purr and touch yourself so close to his cock. When you notice, you give him a slutty smile, bite down on your lip and it almost kills him.

He pulls you in for another kiss. This one, longer. Dirtier, all consuming. You grab onto his rock hard cock, covering him in your saliva, feeling him twitch in your palm. His breath shudders and he buckles underneath you, looking up at you with hooded and heavy eyes. You press your nose into his, aligning his cock so that you sink onto it just right.

The small whine you let out is eclipsed by his deep, “Oh!” and he quiets down, muttering, “Fuck…”

You brace yourself on his shoulders, your foreheads pressed together as you move yourself up and down. Slow at first, but then Matthew rests his head on the headboard, his jaw dropped and his forehead beading with sweat and he mumbles, “Oh my god…”

“Yeah?” you moan, caressing his face, and your hips pick up in speed. In intensity, landing on him with a loud, wet thump each time.

“Oh, fuck yes, baby,” he whimpers. “Come here,” he pulls you in by the back of your neck, kissing you with his other hand planted firmly on your ass.

You run your hands down his biceps, squeezing them as you whine from the back of your throat. Your body loses energy but can’t stop bouncing on him, grinding your clit into his tummy. Your breath is shaky, but strong enough to grow in volume, your jaw dropping against Matthew’s mouth as you release your incessant moans. He puts his open mouth on your neck, his tongue on your skin and you gasp, dropping your hips on him, “Fuck!”

“Mm…” he hums, taking a quick bite of your neck, “Oh god, I love you. I fucking love you.”

And instead of saying it back, you just wrap your arms around his shoulders, squeeze him in a hug. He knows.

You grind your teeth together but it’s not enough to keep you quiet. You cry out directly in his ear and claw at the headboard, the motion in your hips becoming careless and sloppy. But, oh, so perfect. Your eyes roll back as you sit up straight, his eyes trained on you and only you.

“You gonna come?” he whispers.

You nod, “I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m…f-fuck…” your eyes cross over one another and you focus all your energy on stimulating your clit, letting yourself get there.

“Fuck!” you shout. “Fu…Matthew…” you moan.

“What is it, baby?” he holds your waist. “Hm?”

You respond with a loud and sudden gasp, followed by a breathy groan that echoes off the walls. Matthew can practically feel the vibration and he can feel your thighs tight around his waist and your pussy tightening around his cock. You stutter and you mumble until it’s nothing more than his name coming out on constant and whiny loop.

“Matthew-“ you choke out. “F-fuck…” until you lose your breath. “Matthew. Oh god, Matthew. Matthew, Matthew…”

“I know, I know,” he whispers, tapping his finger to his lips, “Shhh, shhh, shhh…”

“Matth-mm…” he shuts you up with a kiss and your entire body tenses on contact. He mushes his face into yours but still, you will not stop. You will not shut up because it’s not possible. So he keeps his mouth on yours. He swallows every noise you make and muffles his own against your lips. His arms engulf your waist and you bury your face in his neck, helpless moans bursting from the back of your throat.

“Okay, okay…” he murmurs. “Shhh…just let it out for me, baby…c’mon…”

You gasp as you come down on his cock, your body weakening by the second, your arms draped over his shoulders. You lick his neck and he groans, “Shit.”

You grip onto him. Tighter, and even tighter, working your hips until you come with a long and loud groan, which would’ve been much louder if Matthew wasn’t holding the back of your head, pushing your face into his neck. You fall limp against him, grinding yourself on his lap to ride the wave.

“Oh, that’s my girl,” he purrs, peppering kisses on your shoulder.

You shudder and let out a small squeak, overstimulated as he starts to lift his hips, push his cock into you. “O-oh, fuck,” he stutters.

You hold his face, run your hands down his chest and watch his belly flex as he angles himself inside of you. You can hardly keep yourself up, keep your eyes open, but when he very suddenly chokes out a moan and lifts you off his cock, you gasp, “Oof!” and he shoots all over his stomach. He just didn’t want to make a mess on you. Or, in you. It’s been such a long day.

He trembles, his face twisted up as he finishes all over himself. And his muscles relax into this content smile, which widens once he gets a good look at you.

“Fuck…” he exhales, gives you a light slap on the cheek, “You’re loud, woman.”

You chuckle, covering your mouth, “And this is news to you?”

“Oh, no,” he shakes his head, laughing, “Definitely not.”

You lean down and catch him in a kiss. This one, gentle. Slow. Sweet. He pecks at your lips and promptly pats your ass, “Let me go get cleaned up, mama.”

You nod and roll right off of him, landing face first into your pillow. You feel the bed shift as he stands, but cannot muster the energy to watch him walk away. He returns to find you in the same position and because you are too lazy to look up, you don’t see it coming when he slaps your ass.

“Ow!” you shout and now you look at him.

“You still have to eat,” he grins, placing himself back in bed.

You bury your face in the pillow, whining, “But I’m so tired.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he reaches over you and grabs the plate from your nightstand. “You still gotta eat. C’mon, c’mon.”

You groan and roll over, sitting up to lay in the crook of his arm. He sets the plate in your lap and picks up a chip, holding it to your lips. You sigh and take it in your mouth, chewing it with your eyes half closed.

“Sandwich, too,” he holds it up for you.

You open your mouth to take a small bite and he pulls it away, “No, you can open your mouth wider than that, we both know it.”

You gasp and swat his arm, making him throw his head back and cackle. And just as you go to take a Matthew-approved sized bite, there’s a tired cry from the baby monitor and you both pause. Go absolutely silent. Still. You don’t breathe. Not until Rhiannon rolls over in her crib, grabs her lovey and goes right back to sleep. Then, and only then, do the two of you relax again.

“Phew,” Matthew says. “Okay, sandwich now.”

You roll your eyes at him and finally, you take a bite.

You fall asleep on his chest, but you wake up alone. You roll over to check the time, finding empty beds on every monitor and you grumble to yourself.

Just outside the door, Matthew is walking down the hall with Rhiannon in his arms, Leo holding his hand and Amelia at his side. The plan was, as always, to get them downstairs for breakfast. The plan, as always, does not go the way it should.

“Daddy?” Leo calls. “Where’s mommy?”

“That’s your favorite question, isn’t it?” Matthew laughs.

“Is she at our house?”

“Yeah, she’s sleeping, buddy. She had a long day at work yesterday.”

“But I want mommy.” Leo whines.

“Well, we don’t wanna wake her up. We gotta let her rest.”

“What if we just go look at mommy but we don’t wake her up?” Always, always Amelia with the bright and clever ideas.

Matthew purses his lips as they approach your bedroom door, “You guys have to be quiet, okay? Promise?”

The two of them nod, and they’ve got those satisfied grins on their face only reserved for when they get their way. Matthew quietly opens the door and they find you laid out on your stomach, your head facing the other direction.

“Mommy’s sleeping?” Leo asks.

“Yeah, buddy, I told you. She’s tired, but she’ll be up soon.”

“But-but-but-but…” he stammers. “Can we just give her a kiss?”

This question is what wakes you.

Matthew sighs and glances at your still frame, back down to Leo, “You can give her a kiss, but be gentle.”

He helps the two of them onto the bed and you feel the weight of them landing on the mattress, crawling over to you. You’re trying your best not to laugh, but you cannot keep yourself from smiling. Leo kneels at your side and just as he promised, very carefully and quietly kisses the top of your head. You poke your bottom lip out, melting from the act of love. Amelia places a soft kiss on your shoulder and you just. Can’t even.

“Who’s that kissing me?” you speak suddenly, reaching around to grab Leo’s leg, which makes him scream in excitement. “Who is that? Who is this?” you grab onto Amelia and she squeals.

You flop over and they burst into laughter, Leo instantly falling onto your chest. It knocks the air out of you but in the very best way possible. Amelia piles on top of him and you free yourself just enough to reveal your face to Rhiannon who kicks her feet once the realization hits. Matthew sets her on the bed, grinning like a mad man at the sight of you all. Rhiannon finds herself in the middle of a tight, tight, tight hug.

You kiss their heads, “Oh, hi, my babies,” you laugh. “Hello, hello, hello.”

“Um, mommy?” Amelia calls.

“Yes, my love?”

“Did you have to stay at work when it was nighttime?”

“Yeah, baby, I did. I know it’s hard when mommy works for so long, but I’m back now and I’m just so excited to see you!” you squeal, “Mwah!” and place another kiss on her forehead.

“Hey, do you think you guys can go help daddy with breakfast while mommy gets dressed?”

They nod and you whisper, “Thank youuu,” embracing them one last time.

Matthew smiles at you as they leave the room, and with a good orgasm, a good meal and a good night’s rest in your system, you hop right out of bed. You brush your teeth, change your clothes, fix your hair, until you have the perfect I’m-not-leaving-this-house-today look.

You step out of the bathroom and gasp as you see Matthew rushing towards you. Before you can react, he’s backing you against the wall and putting his mouth on yours, wide open, starving, with his hands gripping at your waist.

“Mm…” you hum when he suddenly pulls away. You giggle, shoving his chest, “Freak.”

He cackles and kisses you again. Again. Once more. Last one. He picks up your hand, places one single kiss on your knuckles, “C’mon, sexy lady, let’s go have some breakfast.”

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jiminiecrickets · 7 months

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jeon jungkook ♡ series masterlist

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tags. smut | dom top!m!reader, doggystyle + mating press, multiple orgasms, sir kink, crying, belly bulge, degradation

it is the last day of jungkook's super-special week. his skin tingles every time you glance over at him and anticipation makes his heart leap in roller-coaster loops when your teasing fingers glide down the zipper of his jeans, the ache in his muscles brought to the forefront of his mind.

he doesn't know if he can shake his new behaviour. the change is too abrupt to go unnoticed – at brunch, jimin squints at him and asks what's wrong with him. apparently, a very chipper 'nothing's wrong' is the incorrect answer, because jimin only looks more suspicious than ever.

but jungkook doesn't care. you're out with your friends for a few hours and he busies himself around the house with unnecessary tasks – wiping down spotless countertops, re-folding the clothes already put away, reorganising the kitchen cupboards so that all the mug handles face the same way and all the plates are stacked by pattern.

you come home to find him tucked up against the seat edge of the couch, playing portal with his headphones on. you creep forward, waiting until he takes his hands off of the keyboard, and grab his shoulders hard and fast. he whirls around with a squeak, fists tightening close to protect his throat. when he notices you, he sighs in annoyance, lowering his fists and pulling off his headphones.

"you asshole! i was waiting so patiently for you and you give me a heart attack? ugh, i almost punched you..."

you scoff, grinning down at him. "it'd feel like bumping into a butterfly."

"i box on the side, babe! i could take you out with one hit, i bet. jerk..."

"i would eat your fists like an mma champion."

he jumps to his feet and immediately assumes a tight stance, arms tight to his chest. "try me."

you just chuckle, sauntering forward. you touch your fingers to his knuckles, lowering his fists, and lean in, capturing his lips in a slow, ardent kiss. you tilt your head to deepen it and he moans softly, gripping the front of your shirt as he melts into your arms like chocolate.

he chases your lips when you pull away, whining softly and lifting his arms to drape over your shoulders. he drags you in when you attempt to move away.

"stop trying to escape," he huffs, pushing his lips to yours in a hungry daze. "stop it... tryin' to kiss you, jackass."

"and here i thought you were trying to knock me out," you murmur, grinning against his lips. he traces your lower lip with his tongue and you groan softly, one hand trailing up his chest to wrap loosely around his throat.

"playing the long con," he whispers, nibbling on your lower lip. he tugs it lightly, letting it snap back against your teeth. you let out a soft hum, resting your forehead against his. "come to bed with me and i'll rob you blind."

"and knock me out?"

"and knock you out," he confirms. you grab his hand with a grin and drag him to the bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere over your shoulder. it lands in the hallway and he laughs as you wrap your fingers around his ribs, manhandling him into the bedroom.

he tugs at your belt, licking his lips with a hungry darkness swirling in his eyes. you work at his and press your lips to his jaw and neck as you press him backwards. somewhere in the journey from the door to the bed your clothes come off, and jungkook falls back on the mattress and soft blankets, lifting his ankles to allow you to slide his pants off. he pulls you on top of him, spreading his knees to allow you to slide between them, and grabs your face in his palms to kiss you breathless.

it works – almost. you're lightheaded when he finally lets you go and he pants hotly against your slick lips as he brings your hand between his legs, guiding it to the cold metal knob there. your breath catches.

"don't worry about prepping me," he whispers, groaning softly in the back of his throat when you latch onto it, pulling and pushing gently – innocently, as if you're figuring out what it does. he glides his hands over your stomach, learning the planes of your body, and wraps his slim fingers around your cock. he pumps it slowly, relishing in your low groan. "mm – fuck me stupid, baby. i can tell you wanna."

already, he looks fucked out, eyes half-lidded and red lips slick and kiss-swollen. a primal hunger simmers in the depths of your gut.

"it feels like you want this more than i do," you muse, pressing your thumb against the plug. leaning back and glancing down tells you that it's a cute little thing, jewelled and pretty as it sits nestled between his ass. "even getting yourself all ready for me like this? how long have you been waiting?"

"a while," he whispers shyly, whining softly as you play with it. his half-hard cock jumps on his stomach. he aligns yours on top of his and bites his lip at the warmth and weight that he's brought to you with each eager pump of his wrist. "come on, you're always stalling – jus' give me your cock, been waiting all day for you to come home..."

"my pretty cockslut's a little impatient, is he?" you chuckle, making him gasp softly. he nods, and it becomes more fervent as you rub your palm over the tip of his dick almost absently.

"yeah, mhm, your cockslut," he breathes, thick thighs tightening around your hips. his fist quickens around your cock and he swipes his thumb over the slit, rubbing the glans in quick repetitive motions. you grunt softly and a breath shudders through him as your dick twitches against his palm. he moans, "love your cock so much, love how it fills me up like nothing else can. makes me feel so full – so fuckin' full..."

you growl softly and chase his lips, devouring their sweet softness, pink like a rosebud and pillowy. he moans wantonly into it, parting his lips as your tongue slips between his teeth.

he tastes oh-so sweet – like iced tea and fruit jellies. you hunger for him, deep and animal, and he lets you in beneath his skin with sweetness in his eyes and sugar on his tongue, staring up at you as if you're the best thing he's ever stumbled across.

when jungkook tries to lean away for air, you don't let him – you let him taste his own medicine. he whimpers, mouth trapped against the firm paradise of yours, and his nails dig into your biceps as he gasps, short and needy and back-of-the-breath, as if he's too hungry to pause for even the length of a soft gulp of air.

his ass tightens as you tug on the plug, gently easing it out. his pink rim, dripping with lube, clenches around nothing and he turns hurriedly onto his front, arching his back and pressing his cheek into the pillows. he reaches down, guiding your cock to his hole. you grunt as his ass sucks you in, slick and hot.

"please," he whimpers as you ease yourself in, inch by inch. his head falls back against the pillows and his eyes flutter shut. "fuck, yes..."

he hisses it out, soft and drawled. his asshole scrapes against your shaft, dragging against the veins, and you place a hand on the nape of his neck to pin him down. he's squirming too much.

"hush, pretty boy... shit, you take my cock so goddamn well," you groan, rolling your hips into his ass. with every thrust, he moans a little louder, a little filthier. his walls are soft and gummy, hugging your cock tightly as you carve your way through him. your dick throbs as he tightens around you. you slap his ass with a chuckle, pulling him into you by the thigh. "fucked you all week and you're still tight as a virgin. still even needed that cute toy to keep you open and ready for my cock."

"y-yes," he squeaks, spine arching as his lashes flutter. he grips your wrist braced by his waist, whimpering like a puppy as he feels your cock drag hotly against his tight walls, pumping slow and steady into him. "i'm your cockslut, sir, always gotta be ready f'you – 'cause i'm a g-good boy...!"

"mm, are you? you've been a big tease, love." you aim a thrust directly into his prostate and he whines, hot walls pulsing against your shaft. "playing with your ass, prepping yourself while i'm out with friends, waiting so pretty for me to come home to you – i'd say you're more than a slut, baby. maybe... you're a little bit of a perv?"

he chokes out a whine as your hips speed up. he shakes his head as best he can and lets out a cry as you hover your chest over him, pressing gently into him. he scrabbles at your thigh, your cock sinking into his ass like it belongs there. "no – no, promise i'm not! i-i'm good, always—"

he cuts himself off with a whorish cry as you yank his ass into your thrusts. his eyes are wide with shock, a little teary and a little hazy, as you skip past everything he thought he knew about the way you love. you don't tease him today – you don't glance your fingers over his dick or ghost your lips over his hard nipples. no – this time, your fingers are grabbing, your hands pushing, your cock drilling into his ass as if you haven't fucked him in weeks.

it upsets everything. he thought he'd found a nice rhythm in the way you touched him. he thought he'd managed to build a nice defence against your sly dark glances and cherry kisses to make sure he doesn't do anything too embarrassing or out of pocket. but he is so fucking sensitive already from that stupid jewelled silver plug and he's been terribly horny from the moment he woke up and your cock is slamming into his prostate and he just wants to cry.

"good boys don't finger themselves while their boyfriends are in the shower," you hum. "good boys wait for their touches. they don't get greedy."

jungkook's eyes widen further and his head tips back with a high-pitched whine as your spongy tip punches into his sensitive prostate. his dark hair splays across the white pillow, some gorgeous fallen angel come down to let you a taste of heaven. his cock jerks as you smack his thigh to elicit a response, grinding your cock roughly into his ass.

"i-i'm sorry," he whimpers, the sting making him throb in all the wrong places. he shouldn't like the pain. "jus' couldn't wait, wanted to come, wanted something inside me so bad! sir, please," he chokes out, the sounds he makes rising higher and higher in volume. it's the loveliest melody you've ever heard. "please!"

"you wanted me to catch you, then?" you hiss in pleasure. "you wanted to be caught moaning my name, fucking yourself on your fingers. you broke my one rule to be punished. you can't call yourself a good boy when you're hoping i fuck you dumb."

he can't reply, too caught up in his bliss. a cry rips from his throat as you press your warm lips to his nape and shift closer to him, burying your cock deep inside him – his nails dig stinging crescents into your wrists as he grips them to ground himself.

you're so big, your skin so hot. little jewelled tears well on his lashline. the slap of skin on skin is obscene and his face is hot with embarrassment and his tears, and the bulk of your chest is warm and comforting against his back. it's a cruel mixture of wildness and civility, leaving his skin too tight and his animal brain poring over your cock: how thick it feels, how deep it is.

your cock kisses his sweet spot. his eyes roll back. he comes.

the pleasure rams through him with the weight of a freight train. it leaves a burning trail in its wake, and your hips quicken, intensifying his orgasm tenfold. he cries out for you so sweetly and you hush him, dragging light butterfly kisses along his neck and shoulder. your fingers trace his waist delicately, so contradictory to the power behind your hips.

he whines shakily when you don't stop, even after his cock stops spurting onto his slim stomach. his eyes widen in surprise. it's not like he can do anything about it. his limbs are jelly, bound to crumble if he moves an inch, and the sheer intensity in the way you handle his body melts every protest in his head the moment it appears.

"s-sir," he sniffles weakly, the burning stretch of being around you still sending tingles up his spine. your hand shifts down to his hips, bordering his ass, and your fingers dig into his flesh just hard enough to sting. his voice cracks as you snap your hips against his with a soft groan – any sound you make is drowned out by his, loud and sharp and needy. "sir—! fuh – f-fuck, p-please – please, i can't! can't come again, please, i'm sorry for t-touching myself...!"

"oh, this is bigger than that, love," you chuckle, stroking his thighs. they tighten around you and the muscles flex, making you groan softly – heat coils in your stomach. you slow down to make sure he can focus on your words, focus on taking everything in.

"you've always been a bit of a brat, and i'm far too lenient with you because i love the way you smile at me, like you've won the world." your voice is getting too soft, too sentimental. it hardens. "i'm not stopping until you can't remember how to talk. i'm gonna fuck you, baby, 'til you're empty."

jungkook's cock jumps at the thick burn of your voice. it sets fire to his will; it goes up in flames. he's a pretty thing, lowering his teary eyes in submission, and he sinks his soft quick pants into the pillow. he moans into it as you lift his hips, palms firm around his apollo's belt. he takes the edge of it between his teeth as his eyes flutter and roll, your cock slamming wetly into his tight hole, and the world melts away.

it's just him, and you, and the bed. his hips quiver as you fuck him mercilessly. everything is so much that it's almost nothing instead – just a constant stream of pleasure. no discernible origin – no cause, no direction. just there, everywhere.

he comes. he thinks so, at least. maybe a few times from how hard his thighs tremble. he's loud – he knows this for certain because you hook two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. he sucks messily on them as if it's your dick, tongue gliding along the warmth of them, and spit trickles down his chin as he runs his tongue obsessively over your joints and knuckles.

his legs fail him. you grunt, pulling your fingers from his mouth and receiving a distressed whine for it, and grab his waist. you flip him over onto his back. he spreads his shaking legs as if it comes naturally to him, and you shove your cock back into him, watching as he mewls and cries, head thrown back against the pillows.

he's not crying hard enough, you decide, even though his chest is flushed pink and his tummy is smeared with an absurd amount of his cum. your swollen cock throbs against his walls and he whimpers, new tears springing to his eyes as you hook his thighs over your elbows and press forward, burying your cock deep inside him – his nails rake down your chest and shoulders, leaving a sting in their wake.

"i know, baby," you coo over his cries, "i know. too much? you can't come anymore? that's cute. you couldn't get enough of it earlier. my baby always gets what he wants."

you press a chaste kiss to his warm cheek before hiking his legs over the bulk of your shoulders, as if it could be a salve to the aching euphoria that blankets his mind. you brace your palms against the mattress next to jungkook's head and your cock reaches new depths, abusing his puffy asshole with each quick harsh plunge.

the new angle has him sobbing, spine arching as his walls clamp down around you – you loose a soft, breathless chuckle as you sink in until the base. you place a hand against his stomach. sweat drips down his forehead.

"baby," you whisper, teeth bared in a dangerous grin. "hey, baby. can you feel me here?"

it takes another whisper of his name to hook his attention around your little finger. lifting his head and glancing down with dazed, teary eyes, he only sees the mess he's made of himself.

then, you shift your hand lower, thumb and forefinger framing a bump in his tummy. you drag your hips back. the bump vanishes. you sheathe yourself inside him again with a hungry grin and he whimpers as he watches the bump reappear, gliding along the heat of his insides.

"nngh..." his cock pulses. a thin stream of cum splatters his belly.

"cutie," you coo through a laugh. you admire him – his full-body blush, his clouded and lust-blown eyes. his skin shines with a thin layer of sweat, and the ends of his hair stick to his temples. you won't pretend that you aren't as affected; your muscles twitch with the strength to hold your high back as you fuck him deep and messy. every moan that passes through those spit-slick lips, every drag of his nails down your chest – he's got you wrapped up in him, enthralled like a worshipper to his god. you want more of it – more of him, more of his sweet and broken cries.

"ple-e-ease," he sobs, hiccupping, "s-slow down...! f-feels so good, i can't, i can't – so full, so full'f your big fucking cock – nnh—!"

the wet smack of your balls against his ass makes him cry harder. he's so open like this, knees pinned to his chest, your hot groans and gasps directly in his ear and into his brain. he's come so many times he can't even get it up any longer – it's just your cock abusing his swollen prostate, sending hot blinding thrills through his body, that brings him to another trembling high.

he doesn't know how long it continues for. what snaps him out of the thick cloud of pleasure is the way your groans deepen; the way you fuck the wet lube and precum harder and harder into him; the way you press your chest to his, heartbeats thudding into each other's ribs.

you're telling him something, the low timbre of your breathless murmurs melting his core. he grips your shoulders and squeezes his eyes shut.

"can you come for me one more time, baby?" you grunt. "one more time f'me, love. just one more. oh, f-fuck..."

he gasps out a whiny cry and drags you tighter to him, hooking his arms under yours and over the warm, slick bulk of your shoulders. he buries a punched moan in your shoulder as your cock angles further into him, fucking him in places he didn't know he had. he scrabbles at your shoulders, toes curling, as you thrust in one last time and burst inside of him, filling him up – he sobs softly as his head blanks, heavy with cotton. you wrench another high from deep in his gut, a pitiful throb and a mostly-clear rope of cum all that's left in him.

your high lasts a while, your cock aching as you finally let go. you grind your dick lazily into his ass, panting against the side of his soft throat, and gently let his legs down, feeling them quiver like leaves in a storm.

you slip out of him, softened, and pull him to your chest, letting him sniffle and whimper quietly against you. his whole body is wracked with a subtle tremor, muscles tensing and untensing as he slowly grounds himself in your warmth and bulk.

when you tilt away slightly, his grip tightens, as if afraid you'll leave him. you hush him and kiss his forehead, wrapping an arm under his ribs and taking him with you as you roll onto your side. letting out a soft, pleased sigh, you cradle him in your arms, wiping the remnants of his tears from his cheeks with the pad of your thumb.

you sit in silence for a while, your heartbeats slowing, as jungkook learns his way around words once more. slowly, he lifts his head from your chest, his eyes dry and sated.

"baby," he whispers hoarsely. you open your eyes with a soft hum, stroking his shoulder. "do that again."

"do what again?"

"all of it," he mumbles, glancing away shyly. "it was... good."

"just good?" you ask dryly.

he slaps your chest without much force. his muscles are still jelly. "shut – shut up. you know what i mean."

with a grin, you pull him into your chest and he rests his cheek against your collar, tucking himself beneath your chin. "mm. glad you liked it. would you give it a star rating?"

he giggles softly, rubbing his cheek into your shoulder. "three."

you glance down at him, taken aback. "three? out of five?"

"michelin star ratings, actually. three stars. worth a special trip."

you slump back with a quiet groan, loosely tucking one knee up. "fuck, i was gonna throw a big tantrum if i got a three-out-of-five for this. hate you."

he bites back a soft smile and traces shapes into your chest. "hate you, too. you made me all messy..."

"ah – i'm sorry. let's go clean up, then. you don't have to worry about a thing." you move, as if to get up.

he grabs your shoulder and pushes you back down, settling back into his place on top of you. "no."

"no?"

"i kinda like it," he whispers, kissing your skin. he hums. "baby, i like feeling like a whore."

you scoff, twisting your hand through his hair and pressing a kiss to his crown. "mm, is that right? then i think you should challenge me to another mario kart race. it'll be good."

"that was a fluke," he argues with a glare that doesn't mean a thing. he pouts and scowls, turning his face into your chest. "i'll win next time. promise. you're dead meat."

"uh-huh, i betcha."

he just huffs, wrapping his arms loosely around your middle. "jerk. suck my dick."

you bite your tongue to stop the retort about to slip out. you bury your smirk in his hair, cuddling him closer, and he sighs contentedly.

you're definitely losing the next round. he can't wait to thrash you – and then you'll be all his to tease and play with for a whole week.

whenever, wherever. he smiles. you'll be begging for mercy when he's done with you.

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loveharlow · 1 year

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just thinking about the motorcycle scene and if TR was in it but her and JJ aren't dating but they've always liked each other and the idea of him dying really makes her realize that she loves him.

“JJ! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” I shouted to the blonde who was riding alongside Topper’s truck with a dangerous glint in his eye. Topper was driving with Sarah in the passenger seat. Cleo, Pope, Kiara, and I were crowded into the trunk of the vehicle.

“JJ…” Pope uttered, most likely sensing that his friend was about to make a bad decision. A very, very bad decision.

JJ glanced over at us before shaking his head and sucking his teeth. “Top, keep driving!” Was all he said before his bike was distancing itself from the truck, from us.

I whipped my head back and forth between the two idiotic blonde drivers. “Why is he slowing down?” I questioned, heart racing, wind whipping around my face and hair as my hands gripped the edge of the truck as it gained speed down the road. Now is the not the time to make bad calls. “Guys, why the hell is JJ slowing down?!”

“I don’t know, Y/n!” Kie yelled, all four us in the back trying to keep our eyes on JJ’s figure that was growing more distant. We saw his bike stop abruptly in the middle of the road, so much force behind the sudden movement, or lack of, that it lifted its back tire.

“What’s he gonna do?” Cleo inquired.

“I don’t know.” Pope started, fear in his eyes for his friend that he saw more as a brother. “I don’t think he knows either.” Even from our far away position, we could still see JJ clear enough to catch his movements — his hands picking up a rock as his bike blocked the middle of the road.

“He’s trying to get himself killed…” Kiara mumbled.

“Or maybe he’s just tryna get rid of the cops.” Topper added semi-optimistically, most likely just thinking of any reason not to turn around and go get him.

I could’ve sworn my heart dropped to my stomach when I saw JJ rev up his bike engine and start driving towards the blinding cop car, rock clenched tightly before he beamed it at the windshield of the flashing car, causing it to drift slightly off-road.

What the fuck is he thinking?

“Topper, turn around!” I yelled desperately, whipping my head to face Topper and Sarah in the forefront of the vehicle.

I could see Topper's eyes go back and forth between the rearview mirror and the road ahead of him, sputtering before finding the words to respond. “Wha- No! I am not turning this truck around! Do you all just have a death wish!?”

“Topper, just turn the fucking truck around!”

“Not gonna happen!”

I cursed under my breath before turning around to spot JJ once more. Only this time, the cop car had turned around and begun chasing him.

“No, no, no…” I spoke lowly watching the scene unfold before my eyes.

“Topper, stop the truck.” Sarah said firmly. If he didn’t listen to any of us, maybe he’d listen to her.

“No, I’m not stopping the truck.” He scoffed as if it were the most ridiculous idea known to man.

Kie, Pope, and I banged and slapped on the back window, pleading for him to stop the truck. There was no way in hell we were leaving JJ behind. Not tonight. Not ever.

“I’m not going to jail for y’all!” Came Topper’s semi-muffled voice through the glass. It's a little too late for that, asshole. Luckily, after some pleading from Sarah, the truck came to a halt.

“Turn around!” Cleo and Pope exclaimed simultaneously. But the truck hesitated to move. What are they doing? Looking through the window I could see Sarah giving him some sort of pep-talk. Oh my-

I slapped the window so hard the palm of my hand stung like pins and needles, their heads turning quickly and their eyes wide. “We don’t have time for this! Turn the truck around and drive!” Then the screeching of tires was heard, the four of us in the back drifting to one side as Topper spun the car and raced back in the direction of JJ.

After Topper refused to turn left, Sarah took control of the wheel and that’s when we caught sight of him again.

“There he is.” Pope pointed up the road where we could clearly see the flashing red and blue lights and red dirt-bike in front of them, both vehicles going so fast they looked like one big blur.

“What is he doing?” Kie asked, her voice shaky.

“Turn right!”

I put a hand on my chest as it suddenly became harder to breath. The air passing us by felt cool on my exposed skin and my ears grew hot. Then there was a hand on my shoulder — Cleo.

“Breathe.” She said slowly. “We won’t let anything happen to him. And neither will you.” I took a big gulp of air and nodded, trying to refocus my vision.

“He’s on the overpass…” Sarah said, astonished.

Looking up, I found him easily but there was a car headed straight towards him. One he apparently didn’t see because it was within seconds that JJ’s bike swerved off the road, breaking the rail as it came crashing down.

“JJ!-” I tried to warn even though I knew it would serve no purpose now.

Topper’s truck screeched to a stop as we covered our faces from the debris.

No. No way.

I hopped out of the truck, the others filing out behind me.

“Jayj!” Kiara yelled, searching mindlessly for our friend who wasn’t there.

All I could do was stare at the bike underneath the tire of the truck, nearly smashed to pieces and no JJ in sight. My eyes burned with tears and my hands balled into fists, fists so tight that my palms burned where my nails were digging into them. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Maybe he’s up on the bridge.” Pope suggested. And I don’t know why but his optimism made me angrier.

“His bike is down here!” I said bitterly. “Why the hell would he be up on the bridge?” I spat.

My eyes never left the sight of the destroyed bike, not even when I heard his voice or the familiar heavy scuffling of his boots on the concrete.

“I wish I could say I did that on purpose.” I heard him say, the sound of him dusting something off traveling to my ears. “But that was the gnarliest powerslide I’ve ever done.”

...

“You’re alive!” Pope yelled, and that’s when I allowed my eyes to travel behind me, catching sight of the blonde that I was stupidly in love with standing without a single scratch.

Pope embraced him tightly as they laughed, Topper making some comment about how it was ‘gnarly’ as if this was some fucking joke.

Sarah pushed him before pulling him in for a hug, Kiara with a sad expression as she shook her head at him. “Don’t ever do that again.” She said seriously, but pulled him into his third hug of the night nevertheless.

However, when he was released from her hold, his eyes met mine. He threw his arms out weakly. “What? No, ‘thanks for getting the cops off our asses, JJ’?”

My eyebrows creased together in the slightest of motions, my head tilting to the side before my feet were dragging me towards him. “Is this funny to you?” I asked lowly, hurt.

“C’mon, Y/n/n.” He started, head rolling on his shoulders.

"No, tell me, is this a joke to you JJ?"

“You should be used to stuff like this by now.” He tried to deflect, placing the hat back on his head.

He barely finished that sentence before I roughly shoved his shoulders, my backpack lifting from my back a little and him stepping back a few feet from the force. “I’ll never get used to the idea of you dying, JJ! But it seems like you already have and I'm not okay with that! Okay?! I'm not...” And that was when the first tear fell, but I couldn’t care less. Or maybe it was that I cared too much.

His face, however, softened at the sight. “Listen, I’m sorry.” He apologized, coming back to stand in front of me and wrapping his arms around my shoulders to pull me into a hug. “Okay? I’m sorry, I-” He stumbled over his words for a moment. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I won't do it again, alright?”

I hesitantly hugged him back before Pope’s voice was heard again. “The pleasantries are nice but we should really get out of here.”

JJ and I let go of one another, not without a glance that was longer than it should’ve been.

“Hey!” Came the voice of an angry police officer. “Hey, you kids! Don’t move!” JJ and I bolted, heading for the open doors of the waiting truck. “Stay right there- I said, stay right there!” The officer kept trying to no avail.

When we were inside, JJ and I slammed the door shut just before Topper sped away.

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Would u possibly be able to write more knight!ghost , I want him back protecting his princess

I love him so much, but knight!Ghost is a long way from protecting his princess again.

The clash of swords draws your attention immediately as you walk through the gardens. You're not used to walking this way, you didn't know it was so close to the training grounds. You wander off the stone path, your knight following you a few steps behind. A loyal, and very different, shadow. You like him as much as you can like any knight. He's not Ghost.

Ghost. You press your hand against the tall garden wall with a frown. If the knights are training he might be there overseeing everything. That's reason enough to hate this wall. You'd bet if you were a little taller you could see over it. You wave your knight closer.

"Help me up," you tell him. He glances up at the top of the wall, the back at you, his eyes sparking with mischief. That's one of the reasons why you like this one.

Your knight crouches, lacing his fingers together to offer you a boost. You step you foot into his waiting hands and let him help you up to stand on his shoulders. You press your hands to the top of the wall to survey the training grounds. Your eyes land on a familiar form. Though he doesn't wear your colors you'd recognize him blind.

"Ghost!" You call, leaning further over the wall. The brick digs into your stomach, your palms scraping the harsh stone as you try to pull yourself further over it. Your- Ghost looks around the training field and you wave your hand to try and grab his attention. When he finally spots you, you see his body stiffen and he waves off the other knights to continue practicing as he makes his way towards you.

"Princess," he calls up to you, dropping his sword on the ground next to him. He presses his hands to the wall, head tipped back to keep you in his sight. "Is your knight with you?"

You glance down at Keegan, he looks bored holding you on his shoulders. You look back at Ghost. "He's holding me up," You tell him. Ghost's eyes narrow.

"Russ," he yells, you feel Keegan stiffen under you, "thought your job was keeping my lady out of harm not puttin' her in it." His lady. It makes your face hot. You're still his lady, even so far away. Butterflies flutter in your stomach. Seeing Ghost makes everything better, you can live a lifetime on these stolen moments.

"She insisted." Keegan yells back, lifting you a little higher. You smile at the lie, doing your best to portray innocence for Ghost.

"Your supposed to tell her 'no'." Ghost loudly reminds him, as if he isn't the only man who's ever told you that.

"In case you've forgotten, I'm in charge of my knight, not the other way around," you tell Ghost with a smile. He feels so far away, the dirt of the training grounds so much lower than the garden's lush grass. You can see the crease of Ghost's eyes, the smile hidden by his mask. You miss that smile more than anything. You lean a little further to try and be closer to him, feel Keegan's hands push your feet up, holding you to reach over the wall for your knight.

"I never forget," Ghost tells you. You wish he'd reach for you, that it wasn't only you hoping to touch. Even just to brush his fingertips would be enough. "Pull her back down Russ," Ghost commands. You scramble to keep yourself up.

"Disobey that order Keegan, you're under my command." The stability of his grip returns, and you do your best not to look too nervous about the shift in his grip.

"Princess," Ghost grits, "this is not ladylike, and if you fall-"

Your breath catches as your hand slips off the wall. You hardly have the thought to scream before you tumble off the wall. Ghost swears, and reaches out for you. You fall heavily into hard metal and dense muscle, his arms wrapping around you as quickly as you fall into them. Your breath catches up to you all at once and suddenly you can't get air in fast enough.

Ghost holds you tight to his chest, as your hands scramble against his armor. You dig your fingers under his pauldrons and hold tight, trying to get your breath under control. "You're alright love, I have you," he breathes, none of your panic seems to have bled into him, but he also hasn't set you down, "God you're going to be the death of me."

He presses his forehead against yours, making a space for the two of you. It's brief, but it calms you. Hardly a second later he's pulled back to look up at the wall. You glance up as well to see Keegan's climbed to the top to look down at the both of you. You don't have to look, you can feel the rage radiating off of Ghost.

"Are you planning on killing my lady or is this just an off day?" He asks, stepping back to let Keegan drop down.

"Honestly?" Keegan raises a brow, scratching at the edge of his mask. Ghost's grip on you tightens.

"Never should have let 'im-" Ghost seethes, cutting himself short. He turns away from your knight. You realize belatedly that he hasn't let you down. The determined movement of his body as he walks is terribly distracting, you'd almost forget that you're being carried past younger knights. God you must look pathetic, you're supposed to inspire respect in these men this is just...

"Ghost, put me down." You whisper, swallowing your heart in favor of your pride. Ghost freezes. There's a short moment where you almost think you can feel his heart beating against the metal chest plate, before he quickly sets you on your feet.

It hurts you to see the chill behind his eyes as he steps away from you, putting up a barrier between you. You don't fidget, princesses do not fidget. You lift your chin a little higher, set your shoulders a little straighter. If you want respect you have to take it for yourself.

You cast a quick glance at the other knights on the field and pick one at random, "You, escort me back," the knight nods, and is quick to grab his things as you turn your attention back to Ghost, "I'll leave discipline to you Sir Riley."

Keegan looks at you like you've signed his execution order. That does make you feel a little bad. It wasn't his fault you fell, but really Ghost would've told you 'no.'

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jack hughes: soft sunday love

authors note: OMG HI?? I'm back from the dead!!! I WILL do better... I PROMISE. anywayssss. thank you guys so much for all of the support on my other works so grateful <3. ANYWHOO I'm done yapping. enjoy this cute little fic I wrote about jack, our sassy yet cute king. okay bye I hope you enjoy, reblog and like if you like it🤭. <3333

wc: 844

warnings: it's a litttleeeeeee suggestive, but not complete smut! so read at our own discretion :)

It's very unusual for Jack to be home on Sunday, especially a Sunday morning. With usually having a game or morning skate. The feeling of his body beside mine, seeing his face glow with the light coming through the blinds was unusual. A site I could get used to, one that I'll never grow tired of seeing.

I turn to my side to get a better look at him. Bringing my hand to trace the freckles and sun spots on his back, taking in every part of him. Bringing my fingers to his lower back and scratching back up. I do this, as I watch his chest slowly rise and fall. How is he so beautiful? I think to myself.

Making my way from his back I slowly start to bring my hand to his hair, as I slowly start to run my fingers through his hair. Combing through his brown locks. I feel him stir below me, slowly turning to face me, still deep in sleep, his eyes are still closed.

I take in the natural state of his face. At his clear and soft skin, cherry coloured lips, that I could kiss again and again. I take in every little piece of him.

Bringing my hand from his hair, I slowly began to trace his face, jaw and slowly make my way to his neck. I love every part of him I say to myself.

I began to trace his arm, stomach. My gaze is locked in that I don't even realize jack is looking at me until my eyes make their way back up to his face.

Our eyes catch each other, I can feel my cheeks slightly tingly and warm up like an embarrassed child that just got caught for doing something they shouldn't have done.

“Why'd you stop, that feels good” he says, as he smiles down at me.

He grabs my retracted hand that was once on his arm, and places it in his hair. “Please baby” he looks at me with those puppy-like eyes. I roll my eyes dramatically and begin to run my fingers through his hair again.

Jack sighs in contempt and gently shoves his face into my chest, I can feel his smile on my collar bones like a little kid.

“I missed this,” Jack says, face still pressed into my neck. I missed this too. I sigh back. Jack slowly lifts his face from my neck. His gaze is so strong in mine eyes full of love. “My pretty girl,” Jack whispers at me, as he slowly moves hair off of my face. His face slowly moved closer to mine. Teasing me with how close our lips can get to each other without completely touching.

I start to grow impatient, I rise up just enough so our lips finally meet. His soft lips finally met mine. Jack sighs into my mouth as he grabs my face to pull me closer into him. The soft kiss starts to become more intense, as Jack moves so he's now on top of me. Our kiss becomes more urgent, as he pushes my thighs apart so he can rest in between them.

The tension in the room grows by the second. Jack hands leave my face and travel their way down my body, as they try and pull away the sheet that covers it. Grabbing my hips to pull me more flush to his body.

The sudden moves, causes my breath to hitch, giving Jack an opening to slide his tongue into my mouth. Fighting for dominance, our tongues battling back and forth. I can feel our breaths beginning to quicken. The room is becoming warmer.

My grip on his hair starts to tighten as he starts to move his lips down my neck, hitting all of my sweet spots. “Jack” I sign out as I look down at him, kissing down my neck, and anywhere my shirt doesn't cover. I miss his lips on mine, grabbing his jaw and guiding him back to my lips.

I can feel his smile on my lips as I go to kiss him. “Someones greedy this morning, I see” Jack mumbles against my lips. “I'll never get you like this,” I say before I connect our lips again.

A few seconds later Jack pulls his lips from mine, with a smacking sound. Our chests both rise as we lock eyes.

“I want more sundays like this” he says, “i agree, i want you all to myself in this bed every morning.” I utter back at him. A smile rips across jack's face, “your wish is my command baby” jack says as he moves his hands down my sides, sliding them under my shirt. Tracing my bare skin, his eyes still locked with mine.

“How about we start now?” he says as he smirks down at me. Finally peeling my shirt off my body, bringing his face back to mine, our lips meeting again in a rush. my back meeting the soft sheets below me, in a soft sunday love.

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