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brain-rot-central · 5 months

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Unholy Desire

Pairing: spawn!Astarion x female!Tav (the reader is Tav)

Warnings: 18+, religious kink, breeding kink, innuendo, dry humping, mutual pining, reclaiming sexuality through kink, they talk out their feelings

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Takes place in Act 3, pre-Cazador. You've finally made it to Baldur's Gate. You take time to offer prayers to your God after coming upon a small church on the outskirts of the city. You and your lover have grown closer over these long weeks, healing past wounds within your hearts, minds, and souls. Your desire has grown to become... sinful. You have a choice to consider: your Oath, or your lover?

This is the third camping spot you and your team find on the outskirts of Baldur's Gate. Rotating spots every few days was probably the best course of action, lest the Flaming Fists come to chase you away in the middle of the night.

You find an old abandoned church during your inspection of these latest campgrounds. It has been a while since you had a proper spot to sit and pray. Lathander has been kind in your journey, thus far. You hadn't offered thanks nearly enough for shining light in the darkest depths of the Shadow-Cursed Lands. Despite the challenges you faced, you and your companions arrived safely to Baldur's Gate. You kneel down behind a bench within the church and fold your hands in prayer. You hang your head and close your eyes. The sun begins to warm your skin as it shines through a crack in the church ceiling. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth; Lathander is receptive to your prayer offering.

You don't recall how long you remain in that position, praying to the Morninglord. When your eyes lift up, you notice that night has fallen. You see a faint glow in the distance, surely that of the campfire. Faint bits of conversation travel along the night air. The conversation sounds jovial; it's probably fine for you to stay here a bit longer.

Astarion stands in the doorway to the small church, eyes fixated on you as you kneel once again in prayer. He'd come searching for you after your companions failed to reveal your whereabouts. He scoffs softly upon entering the abandoned structure. He thanks the tadpole nestled in his skull for affording him the luxury of waltzing straight into a church. Were this a few months ago, he surely would have burst into cinders upon the first step.

You hear a small 'crunch' off to your left; your head shoots up and your eyes settle on Astarion, who is frozen in place. You will your features to soften at the realization it was only your partner, your lover, who came to check on you. "Are you certain you're a rogue?" you speak to him through the darkness.

Moonlight pours through the ceiling and bathes his face as he comes closer to you, now within full view. He looks ethereal in the pale light. The moonlight reflects off his silver hair in a halo. His eyes glint like newly-polished ruby gemstones, his skin glows like the finest cut ivory. You find it challenging at times to believe he is your mate on this journey. Difficult to accept that the two of you had shared a bed on multiple occasions. The thought makes your mouth dry and your head swim. You shake your head slightly, clearing your mind of such perverse thoughts.

"My dear," he begins, his signature posh tone dripping from each word, "if you've truly forgotten just how deft I am with my hands..." Astarion sits next to your knelt form. He drops a hand to cup your chin, gently tilting your face up to meet his, "...then perhaps you need reminding."

You swallow thickly as he holds your face, and watch his eyes begin to hood. A smile graces his lips and he releases your chin. He scans the church briefly, snickering. "What in the hells are you even doing here? It's rather... drab, darling."

You stand up and brush yourself off. You proceed to then sit next to him on the bench. "I'm praying, Astarion." You take a deep breath in and meet his eyes. "Lathander has been most kind on our journey. I haven't given him nearly enough of my thanks."

Astarion audibly scoffs. "Ugh, I can clearly see that. But why, is my question."

"We made it safely to Baldur's Gate," you explain. "That's more than enough to be thankful for."

Astarion suddenly stands up and over you. A scowl graces his visage, "And you didn't think to tell me you'd be here?" He places one hand upon his hip. "No one had any idea where you'd gone!" His face falls and he averts his gaze to the side. "I was... concerned that you were still out in the city."

You chuckle. Astarion has a softer side to him that sometimes slips out of his otherwise gruff facade. It makes your heart sing with delight each time you see it.

"I'm Baldurian, my love. Remember? I know the city streets quite well." You reach out to hold the hand at his side, and his palm wraps around yours. "I also happen to be a Paladin."

You follow his eyes as they fall upon the floor. The grip on your hand tightens. "And it's not exactly a daily occurrence to have a blood-thirsty vampiric master hunting you." He sighs, soft eyes regaining their focus on you, "Please, darling, just give me some warning next time."

Ah, he's worried you may have been snatched by Cazador. You stand to meet him and wrap your arms around his neck. "My apologies, Astarion. It was not my intention to make you worry." You bury your face in his neck and breathe in. Bergamot, rosemary, and brandy; his signature scent. You feel your body slowly mold against his as the smell floods your olfactory receptors. There have been many nights you've fallen asleep dreaming of this scent. It was oddly comforting to you. It makes you feel safe and secure.

Astarion rests his hands upon your hips and leans his cheek against your temple. You stand together in the small ruined church, holding one another, bathed in moonlight from the cracked ceiling above. "Do you have any idea how much you mean to me," a low rumble escapes his chest as he speaks. His hands begin to snake up your back, his palms resting on your shoulder blades, "Any clue what I think about when I'm alone in my tent at night?"

You slide a hand up into his hair, twirling the locks between your fingers. You litter featherlight kisses along his jawline, and he tilts his head back to give you better access. The hand in his hair tightens, holding him in place. A soft groan escapes his lips as you lick a stripe up the center of his neck. "I don't think you've ever told me," you say.

He shivers within your touch. You watch his eyes flit to the back of his head as you suckle at the scars upon his neck, "Hells, Tav, I've told you so many times..." his voice comes as a soft whisper into the night air. Astarion's hands slide down your back and to your waist, gripping your hips.

"Remind me," you insist as you watch a purple mark bloom on his neck. His hips stutter into yours, and you feel the hardening length of him ever so lightly brush across your mound. You tilt his head to gain access to the opposite side of his neck, and your mouth descends once more.

Another moan escapes his lips and he lowers his face to your ear. "I..." You feel his hands sink lower, coming to rest on your backside, "I think of you below me." Astarion’s breath is cool yet heavy in your ear as his hips begin to meet yours in a soft rhythm, "Or, bent over, with my cock splaying your darling little cunt."

Your hands drop to his biceps as a shutter passes over you. Your hips involuntarily grind against his, pleasured groans slipping free from both of your lips at the joint friction. His hands grip your ass and he holds you against him. You feel the outline of him press against your sex; your walls clench around the thought of him buried to the hilt inside you.

You lean back in his hold and he dips his face to your neck, nose tracing the outline of your pulse point. You shiver as Astarion begins placing chilled kisses against your carotid artery, and you once again lace your hands through his hair.

"I think about your greedy pussy milking my cock for as much of my spend as it can…" Astarion takes a hand off your behind and guides it to your clothed mound, pressing his fingers slightly upward as he swipes across the general vicinity of your clit, "...until you’re positively overflowing, and my seed weeps down your folds into a pool under us." You buck into his palm at the pressure of his fingers. Your hips grind down instinctively against his hand, and you mewl into his neck.

"Please," you beg, "what else do you think about?" Your voice is airy and ragged. You notice the door of the church is open, meaning anyone could see your current state, were they to come over. You feel a sensual twist in your abdomen, and your hands begin untying Astarion's trousers. You need this man stripped and bare before you, getting caught be damned.

His hands come to rest upon your own. "Oh dear, whatever could I have possibly said to put you in such a state?" he feigns coyness as he takes over for you, undoing the knots to his pants. “Are you certain you can handle knowing more?” You raise your head to meet his gaze and nod, slowly. Your eyes are hooded over in lust and you feel a warm blush begin to creep across your face.

Astarion raises a hand to cup the side of your face in his palm. His lips come to grace the shell of your ear, nipping at it softly with his blunted front teeth. The hand on your cheek begins to slide down to your throat and his fingers wrap around the column of your neck. His grip tightens into light pressure against your throat. “Do you truly want to hear…” his tongue traces the curve of your ear down to the lobe, “how I bring myself to completion…” his teeth tug at your earlobe, “...at the thought of you, swollen, with the ultimate consequence of our couplings?” His voice is a whisper in your ear, and you feel your knees threatening to buckle. You groan and extend your neck, a silent offering to the hand on your throat to hold tighter.

He guides one of your hands between the apex of his thighs and cups his swollen length in your palm. Even clothed, you could feel how hard he is. It sends electric shooting down your spine, resonating as a throb of your sex. He sucks in a breath at the pressure of your hand. A broken moan escapes his lips and he speaks into your ear again, “Have you any idea how terribly my body yearns to breed you?”

Your head swims, slowly losing all connection to this material plane of existence. To carry the child of an undead would be blasphemy; you would lose your Oath and fall out of favor with Lathander. Yet… you breathe heavily at the thought of being pumped so full of cum that your womb no longer has room for it. Your pussy throbs at the thought of falling pregnant from such a situation. You feel wetness gathering at the center of your thighs.

“Wouldn't that be the epitome of a holy offering to your God of life?” Astarion moves to press his forehead against yours, and kisses the tip of your nose.

“He's…” you try to rasp out a reply, but your voice fails you. Your face is burning and your thoughts are a muddled mess.

“He's what, dear?” You can hear the amusement in Astarion's voice, knowing he has gotten you to the point where your mind can no longer form coherent thoughts.

“He's… also the God of birth,” you force out. You feel his cock twitch against your palm as the words leave your lips. A shiver passes through you at the thought of giving birth to an undead child, Astarion's undead child. Would it even be possible?

“My, my…” You manage to open your eyes and catch the devious smirk gracing his lips, “how entirely sinful that would be. Your holy womb, thoroughly disgraced by the planting of my seed.” Astarion's lips form into a pout, his voice taking on a soft mocking tone, “I wonder if your God would forsake you for such a thing?”

You often forget Astarion is an undead; he played the part of the living so well, would easily blend into any crowd. Yet, during times like these, he relished in his unholy attributes. He'd long teased you about your devotion to Lathander, went on long monologues about how the Gods were graceless and inevitably forsook everyone. He'd told you how he prayed to every God he knew of during the year he was sealed in a tomb by Cazador. None had answered him. He was bitter, you knew this. And yet… he was also enamored by your devotion. Jealous, even, that your attention was divided between him, and a God.

Your arms come to rest upon his shoulders once more, and you move your head slightly back from his. Your eyes find one another; you hadn't noticed before, but your chosen conversation is having an impact on him, as well. Astarion's pupils are blown wide, the reds of his irises becoming thin rings. “...Could we even do that?” you question, “Could we actually… could I… Now?”

A chuckle escapes his chest. The corner of his tips turns upward into a smile. “Now probably isn't the best time, my sweet. Unless you'd like an audience.” He nods his head in the direction of your companions sitting around the campfire.

Suddenly, your periphery vision returns to you. You recall you're in the small abandoned church within camp, with your companions mere feet away from you. You'd almost begged Astarion to take you within earshot of your companions… in a church, after having just finished your prayers. A scowl graces your lips at the thought.

“Oh, don't be so sour,” Astarion says, tucking strands of hair behind your ear, “We can always try to make this a reality later tonight?”

“Astarion, is it even possible for you to sire a child?” You watch his lips purse into a flat line with your questioning, obviously offended, “I mean, with your… condition.”

Silence stretches long between you. You watch his gaze fall to the laces of his trousers and he begins to retie the knots. The silence is uncomfortable, and you begin to fear you'd said the wrong thing. Yet, you genuinely did not know. Could it happen? You'd not taken precautions during your past encounters. Could it have possibly… already happened? You shift uneasily and remove your arms from his neck.

“...I read a book while out with Gale one afternoon,” he finally says, grasping your wrists before your arms return to your sides. His fingers weave between your own, joining your hands. “He'd been raving about visiting ‘Sorcerous Sundries’ again. Something about an old, dusty tome of some sort,” he scoffs. “I haven't a damned clue what he was talking about.”

Your eyes widen. “You went out shopping, willingly, with Gale?”

“I know,” he sighs, “rather unbecoming of me. Though, I often have reasons for my madness.” He raises one of your joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand, “One being… us. And what our future could be.”

“Astarion…” It dawns on you: he took the afternoon with Gale to research this very topic. To find out if this could ever be a reality for you both.

He unlaces one of your joined hands and brings his palm up to hold the side of your face. “As it turns out, so long as you keep me well-fed, that of which you already do…” a genuine smile graces his lips, “this could very much be a thing between us.”

You smile and raise your hand to cover the one on your cheek, turning your face into his palm. You kiss the inside of his palm, “I think it's best we return to everyone else, lest we get tempted again to start.”

“Of course, dear. I would have to agree,” Astarion turns toward the doorway of the abandoned church, holding out a hand toward you. “Our chosen company of weirdos may turn up with pitchforks should I not return with you in tow rather soon.”

You place your hand in his and follow his lead toward the doorway. “Another night, then?” you suggest.

“No, my sweet,” he says, kissing the back of your hand once more, “tonight would make a lovely opportunity to start.”

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 3 months

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(cw: age gap 25/41, nsfw, mdni, sloppy oral, biting/marking, rough sex. bad german pickup lines)

continuing the part before: visiting his humble abode

Hanging off König’s shoulder.

There honestly isn’t a better place to be, except for maybe right under him. My fingers dig into his back, holding onto him, even though I am secure on his shoulder. He carries me up the stairs easily, I don’t even hear him panting a little harder. And the view on his ass is delicious. I want to pinch it. Or smack it.

My intrusive thoughts win, I stretch down and the palm of my hand collides with his behind, even making a little sound, while I giggle.

“Stop it.” Another spank onto my butt, his hand staying there this time. “It was my plan to show you the whole house first, and then take you to my bedroom…”, he grumbles, but amusement comes through in his voice. “But I should’ve known that you and your bratty ass are not gonna adhere to such an arrangement.” He squeezes my asscheek, his fingers lingering a bit longer, and even that sends a shiver down my spine.

“I just wanted to know if the king had a king-sized bed, I swear.”, I joke, stifling back a laugh.

“Aha.”, he drawls skeptically. “And that’s all?”

“Yep.”, I answer, knowing full well that I know and he knows, that that is in fact not all.

It’s just a few steps from the top of the stairs to the bedroom, when I hear the click of a door and then the light switch. He enters the room and I crane my neck, all nosily, trying to look around. The bedframe, sturdy dark wood, and some bedsheets is all I see before he lifts me from his shoulder again.

“Well, your wish is my command, Prinzesserl.”, he says, the last word sounding a lot like ‘princess’. “I do indeed have a king-sized bed.”

He sets me down on the mattress, lying me down more carefully than I would have liked, to be honest. I look up – and I’m staring back at myself, strewn on the soft sheets. My mouth falls open.

“You have a mirror on your ceiling?”, I ask incredulously. It’s an unnecessary question because – well, I can see that he does have a fucking mirror on the ceiling.

“I do.” He smiles, looking up as well. “You can cover it up, if you don’t wanna watch yourself sleep, but I thought it would be fun for other horizontal activities that don’t involve any actual sleep.”

My breath halts in my throat as I think about his insinuation and unholy images flood my mind. Me riding him, only held up by his arms, while he makes me look up, his hand around my throat. His body strewn over mine, the long strands of his hair cascading down his tattooed back, his huge stature moving with his thrusts. Him sitting back on his knees, spreading my legs wide, so I can see how he’s pounding into me in the mirror above.

“What, nothing to say now, Kleine?” His deep soft voice pulls me out of my little daydream, smirking down at me. And I just shake my head. “Didn’t think I would ever see you speechless.”, he continues teasing me.

I sit back up, looking up at him, which has me craning my head back with the way he is towering over me. “I’m not, look, full sentences are coming out my mouth.”

He smirks at me. “I can see that.” He comes a bit closer still, his hand gripping my chin softly, his thumb strokes over my lower lip, pulling it down a little bit. “So, it’s not just good for mouthing off at me, huh?”

Instead of an answer, my tongue darts out, licking the pad of his thumb. My mouth closing around it, softly sucking once, releasing the digit with a pop. “No.” All the messages I sent him this morning about wanting to suck his dick flood the forefront of my mind.

His gaze darkens, while the smirk widens. For a moment, it seems like we’re suspended in time, then we move even faster. He pulls off his shirt and I do the same, also getting rid of my bra. He helps me with my pants, and when they’re finally on the floor, his hand moves to his belt, opening it, but I softly coax them away, taking over, while I scramble to sit on my legs until I am kneeling in front of him.

Opening the button, lowering the zipper. And instead of the boxershorts I expected, like the ones I saw on the photos he sent this morning – I’m greeted by his hard dick.

Damn. He isn’t wearing any underwear.

I look up at him, being met with a cocky grin.

“Allzeit bereit.”, he comments.

“What?” I can’t hide my confusion.

“’Be prepared’, the scout motto, you know.”, he explains, like that is some common knowledge.

“Uh-huh? So, you’re always prepared for a blowjob?”, I ask him, tauntingly, pulling up one eyebrow. My hands still rest at his zipper, my fingers twitching to finally touch him.

“Well, no, but after all the talking about how you would take me in your mouth this morning...”, he answers, the cockiness not faltering.

“Then why are we still talking about the scout motto, big guy?”, I ask him, a little challenge in my voice.

His reaction is a little sway forward, until the tip rests against my mouth. “Are we?”, he asks, the insinuation sending a shiver down my spine.

His piercing drags across my lower lip and my tongue darts out to lick it. The groan dropping from his throat, the low gravelly sound, makes me do it again. Teasing his tip, until his hips are rutting forward on their own and I drop my jaw, slowly trying to fit more of him into my mouth. I close my lips around his thickness, softly sucking on him.

Pulling back again. Gripping the base of his cock with my hand as I press kisses on it, softer than he probably would have liked. He’s squirming a little bit under my touches, his fingers coasting through my hair, moving it out of my face.

I look up at him meeting his eyes, continuing the teasing touches, until he pushes himself inside my hot wet mouth again.

“Look up.”, he says, pointing at the ceiling. And my eyes turn up further, my neck straining back.

The picture mirrored back to me is pornographic, to say the least.

We’re both looking up at the ceiling, my face turned up, my back and ass fully on display, my legs tucked under it, with the way I’m sitting in front of him. His hand at the back of my neck.

König’s broad chest is taking up so much space, even as he’s leaning back to get a good look at me. The happy trail leading down. My hand lying there, feeling the soft tufts of hair underneath my fingertips.

Our bodies connected with my mouth around his dick.

I suck on him, licking the underside of his shaft, while still looking up, and I can see how his eyes roll back, his pupils disappear, only the whites of his eyes shining.

I move my hand down to his base, cupping his balls, softly tugging. The choked moan from his lips only spurs me on. He grabs me by the back of my head, softly moving me to the rhythm of his hips.

“You teased me all day about using your mouth on me, so I’m really enjoying this right now.”, he whispers, pushing his dick deeper, and I drop my jaw and stick out my tongue to fit more of him.

He hits the back of my throat which has me gag around him while he’s still not nearly fitting into my mouth, not even close. The next push of his dick is even deeper, and my eyes turn up, and I feel like I’m going cross-eyed. I move up and down, as far as I can, blowing him like this. It gets sloppy, messy, spit dripping from my lips. Dropping down onto my tits and tummy.

Tears form in the corners of my eyes, a drop running over my cheek. His hand moves from the back of my head to my face, his thumb stroking over it. “So fucking pretty.”, he coos. He pulls back and I take a deep breath, the sound filling the room instead of my gagging.

But I don’t stop. I use my saliva that’s now coating part of his length to jerk him off, moving my hand down, while I let my tongue play with the piercing on his tip again. Tasting hints of salty precum, as I look up at him. Holding eyecontact while I drag my tongue over it, slowly.

“Oh fuck.”, he almost growls, and the sound sends a zap of pleasure right to my core, making me squirm against the sheets. I feel the urge to touch myself, my hand snaking down between my thighs.

He sees that and tuts, the clicks of his tongue filling the room. “So needy.”, he mutters softly, his hips rutting forward, pushing past my lips again. Fucking into my mouth, as my fingertips reach my clothed pussy, pressing onto my sensitive clit.

I moan around his dick, letting him take the lead, his fingers tangled in my hair, while I touch myself, my hips moving with my desperate strokes. Getting sloppier again.

All of a sudden, he pulls himself out of me. “Fuck, not yet.”, he says, seeming a bit worked up. Crouching down and capturing my lips into a searing kiss, as he positions me against his sheets, continuing the kisses down my body.

I can see his dick, hanging between his legs, hard and heavy, glistening wet with my spit, before he kneels in front of me. His fingers hook under the fabric of my panties, pulling them off. They cling onto me, with how damp they are.

“So wet, hm? Did it turn you on to suck me off?”, he whispers, seeing the wetness glistening between my thighs, as he leans down, coasting with his lips over my pussy.

“Yes, fuck.”, I breathe, trying to squirm against his face, but he is just out of reach. He chuckles when I whine, desperate for him to finally put his mouth onto me. And he does, pressing kisses to my inner thighs, his stubble scratching over the sensitive skin.

Close, so close, but not quite where I want him.

He sucks on the soft skin, leaving little red marks, his left hand toying with my pussy. My hips move of their own volition and I can’t believe how the almost-touches make me even more turned on. “Please, I need-“, I start.

I can’t finish the sentence because his teeth sink into my soft flesh, while his fingers slip into me, the sensations almost making me lose my mind. He pushes deeper inside me, and I feel his canines press into the sensitive skin. Fuck, this is driving me crazy.

I lift my head to look at what he’s doing, and our eyes meet. He pulls back, pressing a kiss to the spot he just bit into, licking over it. His fingers still fucking me softly.

“Don’t stop.”, I plead.

The corners of his mouth turn up into a knowing smirk while he places more kisses, slowly inching in on my pussy, leaving another little hickey on my inner thigh. He pulls the digits out and puts his mouth right over it.

The slow, deliberate touches are gone. In a frenzy, he’s losing himself in my pussy, licking, sucking, nudging his nose against my clit. I move with him, dragging myself over his lips, searching for more friction, and the sounds that drop from my mouth are almost obscene.

My head drops back and I have the whole scene mirrored back to me from above. The strands of his long dark hair cascading down. His back tattoo, the black ink on his taut muscles, moving with him, as he eats me out.

How he grips my thighs, his hands digging into the supple swells. Spreading me wide for him.

He looks up at me, seeing the awe on my face, hearing the sounds I’m making, which makes him hum against me. Diving in again. His tongue licks into me, fucking me, and my back arches off the sheets, my hands clutching them. Close, so close to-

Ding-dong!

We’re interrupted by the bell.

He lifts his head, seeming a little drunk on pussy, judging by the drowsy look on his face. “Fuck, that’s the delivery.”, he stammers and the back of his hand wipes over his mouth.

“What delivery?”, I ask, confused and hazy with pleasure, propping my head up from the sheets.

“Food.”, he explains, and like on cue, my stomach grumbles.

He pulls away from me, looking around, picking up random pieces of clothing. He scrambles to put a shirt and shorts on while I can’t help but laugh because of the ridiculousness of the situation. “Thats on you, Mädl, for messing with my meticulously planned evening, with your siren call.”, he grumbles, which only makes me laugh harder.

He fits his dick into his pants, the erection tenting up the front, and he grumpily pulls his shirt down further, even though that doesn’t really help either with hiding it. “Fuck it.”, he cusses and heads out the room, cursing some more in German.

I shake my head, grinning like a crazy person.

I also look for some clothes, but I’m not quite bold enough to reach for any of his shirts, putting on my own and then my panties, following him down the stairs.

“Ooh, you remembered my favourite spot!”, I say when I see the huge bag with the familiar logo on it in his hands.

He grins at me, and my god, a man has never looked that good in a Cannibal Corpse shirt and some old Adidas shorts that are almost too tight for his burly thighs. He pushes his hair to the side, pulling it out of the t-shirt, because some of it got caught in there when he hurriedly put it on. “Of course. Should I put it in the kitchen oooor…?”, he asks.

“Can we eat now? I’m actually a little hungry, I didn’t have a big lunch.”, I tell him hesitatingly. Swaying from one bare foot to the other, looking down at them. Unsure, because I mean, we were in the middle of-

But he pushes my doubts away in just a moment, putting his arm around me and pressing a tiny kiss onto the top of my head. “Sure, can’t have you go hungry, hm?” and the relief lets my shoulders drop down, even if my worries were a bit stupid to begin with.

“You want to eat at the bar?”, he suggests then, his eyebrows raised as he grins at me.

“Wha- You have a bar in this house?”, I clarify.

He nods. “Yeah, like a whole room with- Come on. I’ll just show you.” He takes my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine, as he pulls me with him, the bag full of take-away food in the other one. Way too much for two people.

When I follow him downstairs, it first dawns on me that we never really held hands before. It seems so simple, so normal – so natural, that I don’t even register it at first. I smile to myself, gripping his hand tighter, trying to keep up with his steps.

I have to say, the house is meticulously upkept, there’s yet a spot I have to see untidy or dusty. Which is… kind of amazing, especially considering that he only stays here on his leave. The same goes for his cellar that is more like another floor, where we halt in front of two doors. He gestures in the direction of the right one, while actually stepping towards the one on the left. “That’s my home gym and that’s the bar.”, he says.

“You… also… have a gym?”, I ask, a bit incredulous. Man, this house is bigger than I thought, when I first saw it from the outside.

“Yeah, I mean I train almost every day. Uh, holding up my shape doesn’t get easier with age.”, he explains, with a lopsided smile. Of course he works out. I’ve seen his body and my god. Sure, he has his little tummy – that I adore –, but his strength clearly comes from a lot of hard training. It makes sense that he also keeps this up when on leave.

“Can I take a look?”, I ask, being my nosy self.

He shrugs, but smiles. “Sure.”

For a moment, I regret asking that, because I have to let his hand go. I sigh and pop my head in the door. Nice standard equipment, not a lot of machines. A treadmill, and a lot of weights, barbells and dumbbells. It looks any other gym would, right down to the mirrors spanning the whole wall (he seems to like those); you would have never guessed it was a private one in a cellar.

The star of the show is definitely the little bar next door. I enter the room right after him, chuckling a bit to myself when I see him ducking his head to fit through doorframe – even in his own home.

A worn-out leather couch to the left. The dark grey painted wall behind it is littered with plaques like you would find in a pub.

A pool table at the right side of the room, and then the mahogany bar on the back wall right in the middle. Bottles of liquor in rows, glasses in all shapes and sizes. When he flicks the light switch behind the bar, all of it lights up, in a warm orange hue.

Another fridge, with a glass door, though it’s half empty.

Three bar stools lined up neatly in front of the bar and I take a seat on one of them, feeling the leather top against my bare ass and thighs, with how my t-shirt rides up.

He sets the take-away bag down on the counter, getting two plates from one of the lower cabinets and two forks. Then he starts unpacking, producing container after container until I think there might be more people joining us, with how much he ordered.

“Take whatever you want, I’ll eat the rest.”, he tells me, waiting for me to actually do that.

“Is uh-“, I start, but he interrupts me with a smile. “Everything’s vegetarian, Liebes.”, he nods. “I checked. Twice.”

My face lights up and I look at the containers, inspect the different dishes and put a little bit of everything on my plate. With a double portion of the little spring rolls I like so much. He waits until I’m done getting my plate together and then just dumps one of the meals onto his.

I watch him eat, as he’s leaning against the counter, shoveling huge amounts of food in his mouth, while being very meticulous and methodical about it. Eating efficiently. This man eats to sustain, not to enjoy. There are parts of him, that I think are shaped by his profession, and this seems to be one of them.

I hide the half-smile that stalks onto my face as I see him standing there behind the bar, casually wolfing down the first plate of food, then a second one. I rope him into a conversation of how he put the room together while we have dinner like this. My feet dangle above the ground as I eat spoonsful of delicious Asian take-away, very content with sitting here like this. With him.

He looks back at the wall behind him, like an idea just came to his mind, and then back at me. I pull up one of my eyebrows, still munching on a spring roll.

“You want a cocktail?”, he asks me, grinning.

“Uh, sure, you know how to make one?”, I return the question.

“Äh, ja-ah! If I wasn’t a soldier, I would’ve become a bartender, for sure.”, he jokingly states, winking at me, and I almost melt into the floor. “I can make a decent enough drink.”, he then clarifies, the spark in his eyes still a little mischievous. “So, what do you want then? A moscow mule? Or a dirty martini?" He pauses for dramatic effect. "Or an orgasm?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I can't help but laugh, even though I roll my eyes at him.

"Brute.”, I take a jab at him. “My favourite is actually a gin fizz.", I say, then.

"Really? I did not see that coming.", he comments.

"Why?"

"I don't know, maybe I expected something sweet tasting. Like you." His gaze darkens, while he is still grinning at me. A sudden hunger glints in his eyes while he looks at me, like he's thinking about it. How he ate me out when we got so rudely interrupted, by the delivery – even though it was delicious.

A tingle runs up my spine, just from the way he's looking at me. I suppress a shiver, because the feeling doesn't dissipate when his eyes drop away, looking around the bar.

"Hmm, I think I have a fresh lemon here somewhere.", he mutters to himself.

I prop my cheek on my arm, that’s leaning on the bar, and watch him fix me the drink.

He takes a crystal tumbler from the shelves and inspects some of the bottles, until he decides on one. I don't know the brand, but it certainly looks fancy. Ice cubes into the shaker, simple sirup and gin following shortly.

He’s almost dancing behind the bar counter, with the way he’s getting the ingredients, preparing this rather simple drink.

He cuts the lemon in half and just squeezes it, the juice dripping down into the shaker. Another person might have used a citrus-press. Not him though.

His hair whipping back and forth as he turns around, putting the top on the shaker and hitting the top once. A little spank that I feel…somewhere else… for reasons.

He starts to shake the cocktail, and it’s ridiculous how small the shaker is in his huge hands, he doesn’t even need both to hold it shut. Watching my reaction as he flips and spins it between his fingers, the ridiculous movements pulling laughs from me. Repeating the ones that do. The huge burly man, being the scary looking dude he is, while at the same time not being scary at all. At least not to me. When he’s here with me, like this.

He pours the drink over the ice cubes and fills the rest of the glass with soda, just like the recipe calls for. Taking the little zest of lemon he saved, squeezing it once and then putting it in.

König takes a sip, trying it. ‘Not bad’ is what the grimace on his face tells me before he hands me the tumbler and I take a drink. The bitter notes of gin and the sour sting of lemon juice hit my tongue.

“Nice drink, barkeep.”, I say, taking another sip and put the drink down in front of him. He drinks as well, downing at least half with one single gulp.

“Sind Sie eigentlich öfter hier?”, he asks me, with a sultry smile, not seeming serious at all.

“What does that mean? Funny man, I don’t speak your language.”, I tell him.

He laughs. “It’s flirtingly asking somebody if they come here often. It became a running gag in German as a bad pickup line.”

"Really? And that works?", I ask, skeptically pulling an eyebrow up.

He shrugs, leans forward, against the bar, coming closer and closer, until his face is just inches from mine. "No, it doesn't, but if I see a beautiful woman, I have to try it nonetheless.", he almost purrs. His fucking voice deeper than I ever heard it before. With the way he's looking at me, pure unadulterated lust in his eyes, he pulls me in.

His fingers softly stroke over the inside of my arm, until the thumb reaches my pulsepoint, the pad pressing into it lightly – just once – before he pulls it closer and presses a soft kiss to the sensitive skin. His eyes don’t break away from mine for even a moment.

My mouth falls open. My breath is getting caught in my throat and I can feel a pang of need between my thighs, the tingling feeling trickling up my spine.

He straightens back up again, just a little bit, beaming at me with a cocky grin. "See, and that works every time.", he taunts me.

"Well, I'll say.", I answer, still a little out of breath, which makes him laugh, but also come closer again.

"Yeah?", he asks softly. "You think, I can get a kiss from the beautiful woman at the bar like this?"

I nod, lifting myself off the barstool, to meet his lips in a kiss. “Maybe also a second kiss.”, I say, deepening it. My tongue strokes against his, teasing, and tasting the gin on his breath.

"Will the barkeeper also take the beautiful woman to his king size bed?", I ask him, which might be considered bold, if it was indeed a beautiful woman propositioning the barkeeper at the bar who had been flirting with her all evening. But it's just König and me, sitting here together in comfy clothes after we shared a meal. And I'm eager to finish what we started before.

"Hmmm, they are the only two left in the bar, so the barkeeper might just close it up to bend the beautiful woman over the bar and take her right here and now.", he spins my little story further.

"Well, that would be entirely possible, if they had some protection.", I retort, but the imagination alone is making me hot.

A little square foil packet suddenly appears in his hand, almost like out of thin air – more likely from his pocket. "Didn't tell you, I'm not only a barkeeper, but also a magician?", he says, a grin breaking through his expression, even if he tries to stay serious.

I have to laugh so hard I almost fall off the barstool, with the way my body is shaking from laughter ripping through me.

This man. It's quite unfair, to pair his dry wit with those good looks. I mean, it might not be to everybody's taste, but in my book tall, dark and brooding always works – though in his case, the notion of that much rather stems from the way he looks, not the way he is – and him being hilarious like this, especially when I don’t see it coming, definitely has me on my tiptoes.

“A man of many talents, I see.”, I tease him.

“Don’t you know it.”, he says, capturing my smile in a kiss again, barely breaking it to join me on my side of the bar.

I'm practically bent over the bar already, with the way my ass barely touches the seat and I was leaning over to kiss him, trying to get as close to him as possible. He just has to lift my hips a little bit, until I'm truly strewn over the smooth wooden surface.

He doesn't hesitate to pull my panties down, the wet fabric clinging onto me. It doesn’t take much, I’m so wound tight already, because we got interrupted. His fingers coast over the sensitive skin, and I squirm against his touch, holding onto the bar.

"Please, just- do me.", I beg, not minding how desperate that makes me sound.

"Your wish is my command.", he repeats his little quip from earlier this evening. He pulls the shorts down just low enough to take his dick out, the length resting against my ass, and I can't resist moving my hips a little bit, grinding back into him.

"Stop it.", he grumbles, spanking my buttcheek once, with the other hand. "Impatient brat.", he calls me which pulls a little chuckle from my lips.

The ripping of the foil, the snap of rubber, and then his dick nudges against me, dipping into me – just the tip. Fuck, I just want him inside me. He pulls back and repeats the motion a few times, until he finally sinks into me. Giving me a few moments to adjust myself to his length, his hands squeezing my tight ass, before he starts to pound into me.

Harder than last time he fucked me from behind because he isn’t limited by the tight space of his car’s backseat.

“Yes, yes, fuck.”, I whine, the little pleas intermingling with the resounding claps of skin against skin. The whole bar is shaking, the sturdy wood holding out against his hard thrusts.

His hands let go of my ass, his arms framing my body, holding onto the bartop. Using it as leverage to fuck me a tiny bit rougher. And I take everything he’s giving me, relishing the feeling of losing myself in the hard fucking.

Over 300 pounds pushing me up against the furniture, his dick pushing deep inside me. The tip slamming against my cervix, which is making me lose my mind fast.

Groans and mewls drop from my lips with every push into me, the sounds getting louder when he hits that sensitive spot inside me. I almost wanna bite my lip, but I know better than that by now. I know he wants to hear me.

Suddenly, he pulls himself out of me, and for a split second, I'm confused. But instead, his fingers slip into me, the sensations getting rid of my thoughts.

"Fucking hell, you're soaked.", he groans, his digits working in and out of me, the wet sounds almost obscene. The whines dropping from my lips as they stroke over the sensitive spot inside, the same one that his dick was flitting over just moments ago.

"Oh, fuck.", I moan, the intense stimulation making me shake, desperately holding onto the hard surface beneath me, as I cum on his fingers. He pulls them out again, and I whimper because of the sudden loss of fullness. He bends forward, his hands spreading my cheeks, while he laps up the wetness. The hurried licks of his tongue against the sensitive skin prolonging my orgasm, making me shiver.

He straightens back up and lifts me from the bar and just flips me around, setting me down on the wood again, so that I face him. The expression on his face, the hooded lids, the drowsiness in his eyes, the satisfied smirk, his lips glistening of my juices, … Yeah, no man ever has looked this good in a Cannibal Corpse shirt.

My arms reach back, propping myself up on the bar, and my legs spread in an instant, inviting him in. His eyes drop down to my pussy, dripping and still needy. He positions himself, gripping his rubbered-up dick at the base, dragging it over my clit, teasing my entrance with his tip. Driving us both crazy, I can see it on his face.

"Fuck, please...", I whine, my hips bucking up against him.

With a chuckle, he's slipping into my wetness again, easily. Stretching me around his dick and I groan when he bottoms me out, being a little overstimulated already.

He's fucking me in this position, hard just like before, my hips almost at the perfect height, because a normal table would have never been tall enough. I scramble to even hold on, my hands gripping his shoulders now instead of the surface beneath me, trying to not get shaken off it, but he holds me firm in his grasp, holding me steadfast, so his hard fucking doesn’t push me off.

"I'm not gonna make it for much longer.", he grunts quietly, almost like an apology. “’m close, fuck. Gonna come." A deep breath shakes his chest.

My hand extends to cup his face, and even though he seems almost lost in his search for release, he nearly stills.

"Do it. Come for me.", I whisper, my lips coasting against his.

The sound that escapes his throat is a desperate one, and he pulls me tighter against him. One arm around my waist, his hand on my hip, the fingertips digging into the supple swell. My fingers stroke through his hair, the soft strands, and I press my lips to his.

And he kisses me with a frenzy, until I feel his spine stiffen up and a short deep moan against my lips.

He shudders, his whole body shaking, as he spills inside me, his hips still rutting forward, and for a moment I wish, the condom between us wasn't there. Some creampie for dessert.

"Fuck...", he breathes, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck, his orgasm finally subsiding. “You okay?”

I nod, a faint ‘yes’ in my lips, and I slump against him, holding onto his waist, breathing heavily. Relishing the embrace, as he pulls me even closer with his strong arms. I breathe in his warm comforting scent, the fabric of the shirt rough against my cheek, as I nuzzle into him.

“I believe there is integral part of my home which you haven’t seen yet.”, he whispers, pressing soft kisses against the side of my face.

“Really?”, I ask, resting against his huge sweaty chest, my hands still tangled in his t-shirt.

Instead of answering, he lifts me off the surface, my legs closing around his waist. My panties are somewhere, but not covering my pussy that is sitting against his hips. But he doesn’t seem to care that I'm staining his shirt with my wetness. I mean, getting pussy juice on a Cannibal Corpse shirt has to be an achievement on its own, right? I giggle to myself, as he carries me up to his bathroom.

The shower indeed seems spacious enough for him to kneel down – contrary to the one in my apartment.

His hands lather up some soap and start to move over my body, the warmth of his fingers coasting over me. Softly cleaning me and washing away the suds. Refusing to let me do the same for him.

He gets down on his knees, lowering himself even further to the floor, to be right where he wants to be. At eye-level with my pussy. He lifts my left leg, placing it over his shoulder, and presses his face between my thighs. Licking and sucking eagerly.

The spray of water from above hits his hair as well, wetting and darkening the long strands, while my fingers tangle in them, my other hand looking for somewhere to hold onto. The cool tiles press into my back, while the water raining down on us and his huge warm body heat me up. My screams echo off the walls as he makes me come on his tongue, my legs almost giving out while his arms hold me up, not stopping until I’m spent.

We get out of the shower after having been in there for way too long, wasting water standing under the spray. He hands me a bathtowel and I wrap myself in it, just standing there. Watching him dry himself off. He’s quick and methodical about it, the soft fabric stroking over his wet skin, soaking up everything.

He hangs up his towel, and I try not to stare at his naked tattooed body. I mean, I’ve seen him like this before. Also, his dick has just been inside me, but I still can’t help it. I can’t tear my eyes off of him.

“What?”, he asks, as he sees me staring.

“Nothing, just looking at you.”, I say, pulling the towel tighter around me, cocooning myself up.

He comes closer. “Looking comfy.”, he comments, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“I am.”, I answer, and his arms close around me, pressing me against his broad naked chest.

“Stay the night?”, he asks, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. Me all huddled up in the huge bathtowel can only nod and grin up at him.

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totalswag · 8 months

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how much did you drink? — RAFE CAMERON

authors note hi loves!! i know i disappeared for awhile, my personal life got extremely busy and i never had time to write on my computer. i'm so excited to be back and writing for you guys though. this fic has been in my google doc for small minute and i got a request from an anon somewhat similar to this fic too, lol.

summary y/n getting a little too drunk at a party and rafe has to come pick her up

warnings drinking, swearing, smoking, sexual tension, implied smut?

Lets face it, you were drunk, like really drunk.

You made the decision to come out on a Saturday night with Sarah to John B’s. People dancing, making out everywhere, smoking, drinking, along with loud music.

As the night progressed you were on the table dancing with your best friend with bottles of tequila in your hands, everyone cheering you two on as you continued dancing.

“I’m having so much fun tonight” your words are slurring at this point.

“Me too,” your friend giggled.

Topper and Kelce shook their heads while they stood near the kitchen. Rafe, your boyfriend, told Topper and Kelce to watch you simply because he wasn't at the party.

“She's about to do something dumb” Topper murmurs, and Kelce nods in agreement.

Kelce replies, "I think it's time we called Rafe."

Topper calls Rafe, while Kelce tries to get you off the table but fails when you say no and to go away so you can drink more. Kelce turns around, sending Topper the clear message that Rafe needs to arrive as quickly as possible.

"Yo, Rafe, sorry for bothering you, but Y/N is really drunk and dancing on the table, and she won't listen to us" Topper scratched his chin, glancing at Kelce, who was attempting to get you off the table.

"Are you being serious?" Rafe must have been in a deep sleep based on the sound of his voice.

"Yeah, could you pick her up?" He begs.

Topper can hear Rafe's end shifting, "I'll be there soon, just keep an eye on here, please." Rafe sighs and hangs up the phone.

Meanwhile, Topper and Kelce were eventually able to get you off the table by claiming a drinking game was about to begin, which was correct. You stood in the kitchen with the guys and few other friends watching while others set out the red solo cups on the board.

Your friends came into the kitchen to see what you were doing and they were worried about you because they couldn’t find you.

"These two have me on lock down so I don't drink anymore but oddly waiting to play a drinking game," you add, staring at the girls before wandering your gaze over to Kelce and Topper, who are in the middle of a conversation with a few of their buddies.

Your friends laugh, shaking their heads, telling you, you should still be drinking and having fun.

"I'm so drunk right now, it's not even funny," you hiccuped as your body swayed back and forth, almost knocking you off your feet.

Topper leaned over the counter, grabbing you before you fell.

"Y/N, please drink the water," he says as he puts the water bottle out to you, you look at him, shaking your head as you push it away with your hand.

"Drink the water now, Y/N, we're going home," your boyfriend said, filling your ears. You circle around, placing your arms around his waist, excited.

"You guys are no fun," you scoff.

"That hangover isn't going to be fun in the morning," Rafe responds.

“How much did you drink baby?” he asks, lifting your chin up, making eye contact with you.

“I drank a lot and smoked too” you answered truthly, hiccuping.

"You are so hot, I could just fu-" you run your hands down his stomach, removing his shirt a little and gliding your hands on his exposed skin. Rafe stopped you before you could complete your sentence.

Usually when you drink too much and Rafe’s around you get very touchy with him and start saying unholy words from your mouth which leads to fucking or you need to really sober up. You can’t stop but think of how good he looks right now.

Rafe comes to these types of parties with you but tonight he wasn’t feeling it. He trusts you going to parties with your friends or the guys cause he knows you would never do anything that can hurt your relationship.

"All right, that's enough for the night. "Seriously, drink the water," he says, twisting the cap and handing you the water to sip. You realized nothing else would work, so you drank the water.

Rafe watched as you drank the water. When you get this drunk no one else can handle you unless it’s Rafe because he’s been around you enough to know. Your best friends get drunk with you so them being drunk trying to help you too doesn’t make the situation better.

When you finished the water, you wrapped your arms around Rafe, nuzzling your face in his chest mumbling words. He took it as a sign that you were ready to leave the party.

“We’ll walk you two out” Topper suggested to Rafe.

“Yeah that would be helpful, thank you” picking you up in braid style.

You lifted your head from Rafe's chest, confused as to why he began guiding you from the kitchen to the front door. "Why are we leaving?" you asked as you pulled away. "I want to stay," you protest, pointing back to your friends.

Rafe sighs, closing his eyes, "baby you are drunk and have been drinking a lot" he pauses, "you need to rest too" you pout.

“Say goodnight to them real quick,”

When you walk back to the kitchen your friends eye’s light up but faces drop when you tell them you were saying goodnight. They told you to be safe and see you tomorrow.

“I better get dick out of this” you sarcastically state, making the girls laugh.

“I love you girls” you wave as you leave the kitchen.

You flip Rafe off as you walk past him, giving him a blank stare. He throws his hands in the air, shaking his head, then follows you out the door.

The car ride to his house took five minutes. You were knocked out in the passenger seat curled up in a ball. You woke up when you felt the truck come to a complete stop. Rafe opened the door, carrying you inside.

You start singing a song from the party when you enter the Cameron household. Rafe chuckled as he locked the door then came behind you.

“You need to stay quiet because everyone's sleeping,” Rafe whispered softly.

“Oh my bad” you quickly stop, putting your hand over your mouth.

He lays you on his bed and goes in his closet for clothes for you. He comes back with sweats and one of your favorite t-shirts of his. Before you could lift your shirt, he stopped you.

“Let me do it please” he kisses your cheek.

He led you into the bathroom to remove your makeup and then dab water on your face to freshen it up before taking you into bed. When you spent the night, there was Advil and ice water on your side of the bed.

Rafe could tell you were still drunk by your facial expressions.

In your drunken state, seeing the Advil and water on the nightstand warms your heart, "Thank you baby," you look up, then pop the Advil in your mouth and take a long sip of the water.

"Need to make sure my girl is okay," he grins.

"How about we get into bed and sleep?" He then pulls you both into bed.

You quickly close your eyes when your head makes contact with his chest.

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touyaz · 1 year

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hunger & holes

pairing itoshi rin x fem reader

word count 1.1k

notes alt title: naga rin supremacy master's thesis

WARNINGS oral (f rec), sacrilege (a little bit. for the imagery. for the desperation.), so so so much biting (it's him. it's me. it's needed.), a little bit of blood (because of the bites), he holds reader up against a wall, a fair amount of him wanting to eat you up (you're welcome <3), no pronouns for reader.

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"rin, wait," you gasp, helpless to the way he shoves you up against the wall. you push at his chest, hands slipping over his sweat-soaked shirt. "wait a sec—"

"quit it," he rasps, mouthing at your neck. he nibbles at your bare skin as he forces your hands away, pinning them beside your head. you can't focus on the softness of him lacing his fingers with yours when his teeth are sharp, persistent, a heated ache lingering as he moves a breath away only to sink into you again. "you're getting in my way."

he'd been clawing at your body impatiently on the ride up here, but you thought he had enough self-control to get to the bedroom where it's comfortable—

but he's just won the cup final.

it was a grand affair: a five-nil win where he scored a hat trick, where he was named man of the match, where he got to kiss a shining trophy and prove to the world that he's an unparalleled striker. the adrenaline still races through his veins, bold, fiery, and he can't stop leaning into you, moulding you under the heavy weight of him.

tonight, he's a winner, taking home all the glory, taking all that he can get his greedy, greedy hands on.

"bedroom—" you try to get out, but it spirals into a pained moan when he digs his teeth into you, canines cutting into your marrow, so you're messed and jagged and incomplete without him. you think his fervour has you bleeding for him and he licks your wounds like an addict.

"can't—" he grits out. "can't wait. can't get enough of you."

he nips along the delicate slant of your neck where your body yields to his without fight. you whimper his name and he delights. you squirm beneath him and he growls, hooking your flesh between pinched teeth. you bleed for him and he follows with his tongue, eagerly drinking it all up.

"gotta have you," he grunts, pulling away from your aching neck. cold air stings the bites, making you cry out for him. he distracts you from the pain easily, reeling you into a bruising kiss. "now," he pants before diving in again, mouth overbearing, teeth all-consuming.

his tongue lashes against yours wickedly; there's no method to his madness, just the irresistible taste of his spit and your blood swallowed in an unholy union. he speaks in half-thoughts and shredded moans and hasty hands that yank your pants down. and you hang onto his words like they're godsent — the swift, "want a taste," the desperate, "need you in my mouth now," the promised, "gonna fucking eat you."

and maybe that's what they are — divine revelations — because he kneels before you like the messenger of all blessings, hands clasped around your legs so you depend solely on him, nails delving into the pliancy of your thighs, so you follow no one but him.

"don't move," he commands, voice low, husky.

it'd be blasphemous to do otherwise.

his mouth fleshes out holy scripture in your body; indents and saliva and the faintest traces of your blood smeared across your inner thigh all tell the tale of his near-godly desire to have you falling apart for him. "fuck, i'm gonna— mark you up. all mine. take it all—"

but then his tongue snakes further up and the coil in your stomach pulls painfully taut. he's so wet, so warm, guzzling your sin like a false prophet, high on the ecstasy of lust.

"give it to me," he demands, urging your hips forward, opening his mouth wide to devour you.

it's messy. slick sounds form a hymn as he drags his tongue across the length of your slit. a guttural moan escapes him, cutting through the lewd slurps and it has your knees buckling, more than ready to serve him in any way he wants, sinner or saint or starver.

"it's not enough. need more. more. not fucking—" he growls, squeezing the fat of your thighs. his words are scorching, making you leak right into his mouth. there's no time to be embarrassed when the edges of his lips crook upwards, a dirty smirk wet with your purity. "there it is. that's it," he goads, wrapping his lips around your clit to coax more arousal out of you. he hums around the bud and you slide down the wall, grasping at his hair for some kind of stability. he doesn't even feel how hard you're yanking the strands, numb to everything but the weight of you on his face. "don't stop," he insists. "give me more, give me everything."

your thighs are screaming in protest and he must feel their trembling because in the next moment, he's hauling your legs over his shoulders, folding his arms over the tops so he can squeeze his hands at your apex.

"wanna feel you. around… need you—" you don't know what he's saying. you don't even think he's speaking to you, talking right into your cunt, instead.

you feel weightless, breathless.

then he uses his thumbs to spread your folds, sinking his tongue into your dripping hole, and suddenly everything is too much.

your words slur together. you're sobbing his name and cursing through gritted teeth and praying for your release to come soon. "oh, god— please, rin, please. i can't— can't— rin!"

his drool soaks the bottom of his face and it sticks to the wetness on your lower half; his thumb circles your swollen clit in time with the flicks of his tongue; it isn't longer until that coil finally snaps and you cum with a loud cry of his name.

and he's there — devotee, degenerate, desperate — sticking his tongue out to drink whatever you give him. he's greedy, selfish. he's been hungry his entire life, looking for something to swallow, to make him feel whole.

and you're sweet to him, he realises, laving over the cream that wets the crease of your thigh. you feed him something he never knew he was thirsty for.

but an addict doesn't stop after one high.

"again."

a winner is never satisfied with just one trophy.

"give me more. i need more."

and a man with a hole inside of him can't rest until he's found something to fill it up with.

"gonna take everything you have. 'til there's nothing left. can't stop— won't stop. gotta devour you."

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poppy-in-the-woods · 1 month

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Sneak Peek

Plot: Inspired by this post. Set during the lockdown, Noah's been ignoring you, and you're gonna make him pay.

Pairing: Noah x Female Reader

Word Count: 1534

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Tags: smut, teasing, sexting, oral (male receiving), double penetration, anal sex, somewhat public sex/exhibitionism.

Author's note: Some of you said you wanted a story about that idea, and before I knew what was happening, my fingers were furiously typing, and this is the result. Hope you enjoy it!

2020, the year the world came to a halt. You and your boyfriend, Noah, were trapped inside your shared apartment, and it was beginning to get kind of boring. There’s only so much stuff you can do inside before it gets repetitive. Even sex had started to get kind of predictable and uninteresting.

Lately, he had taken to streaming on Twitch, so that night, while he was streaming, you were on the living room, browsing the web on your laptop, desperately searching for a way to spice up your bedroom life. Then you found an article that seemed helpful and elaborated a plan.

Step one: buying some new risqué lingerie.

Step two: acquiring a new toy.

Step three: wait until they arrive and put on a show for him while he’s streaming.

Step four: success?

You managed to keep the packages a secret from him after they arrived, even when you had to thoroughly clean and disinfect the items, and wait a week after that so you could use them.

That evening he wasn’t looking at you. He hadn’t been looking at you for a while now, but you were going to make sure he’d look.

Noah had been streaming for half and hour now when he got the first text from you. Glancing at the screen he saw what you had written:

Babe [19:40]: I’m horny, come here.

He trailed off what he was saying while typing a response.

You [19:41]: I can’t, I’m streaming.

You didn’t stop at that, though, and he had to pause while going back and forth with you for a couple more messages.

Babe [19:43]: ☹ Pretty please? ☹

You [19:43]: I can’t right now.

Babe [19:45]: Your loss then.

He didn’t receive another message for ten minutes. The next one was a picture of your cleavage in a sexy red bra he was sure he hadn’t seen before. He smiled and pressed his lips together, but didn’t respond. He continued the stream as if nothing happened, though the picture was still on the back of his mind, like a splinter.

“No reply, bitch? Then it’s game on”, you said to yourself.

You snapped a few pictures in quick succession: a full body shot that showed your new lingerie set, one without the bra and completely nude.

You sent them, but he didn’t respond, and he didn’t even open the last message. Time to bring out the big guns.

Noah shifted uncomfortably on his chair. The increasingly sexy pictures you were sending were starting to make concentrating on the conversation pretty difficult. He didn’t open the last message, imagining what you would send next. He understood himself well enough to know that if he opened it, he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself, and he couldn’t leave his friends hanging now that the Mario Kart game was on, could he? No, sir, he was a man of his word and he was committed to finish.

But when his phone started buzzing insistently, he lost on purpose to look at it.

The nude picture wasn’t the worst (or was it the best?) you had for him in store.

Babe [20:23]: Wanna see my new boyfriend? Since you don’t pay any attention to me anymore, I had to get him.

The next message was a picture of a pretty realistic dildo, with a water bottle next to it, just for scale. Noah was a big guy, but that thing seemed bigger.

Babe [20:25]: How shall I name him? Noah II?

Next picture was the dildo, nested between your breasts, your tongue darting out to lick the tip.

He covered his mouth, stifling the unholy sound that was threatening to come out of his lips, shifting again on his chair. You surely had caught his attention, and he was starting to get hard. A new subscription popped in, distracting him. He lifted his eyes from the phone to look at it. The robotic voice read it before he could stop it:

UnsatisfiedGirlfriend06: Look at your phone, you coward.

And then, right after, a donation of ten dollars:

UnsatisfiedGirlfriend06: I dare you to ignore that. I double dare you. Bitch.

He looked at his phone. A new message had arrived. It was a video this time. No sound, just a close-up of your glistening pussy being penetrated by the dildo, going in and out, in and out, your fingers caressing your clit. Noah’s cock twitched in his pants, fully hard now. A new message popped in:

Babe [20:33]: Think you would be able to fill another hole? Or should I get another replacement for you?

He furiously typed a reply. If you wanted to play, he was going to play.

Your phone dinged.

Prettyface [20:35]: Replacement? Ha! You wish. Come here right now, and don’t forget to bring your new friend with you.

You looked at your laptop, with Twitch open on his streaming. It was still going on.

You [20:36]: But you’re still on streaming.

Prettyface [20:37]: Who’s the coward now?

You bit your lip hesitantly, looking at your laptop again. The camera showed that the door was not inside the frame, you just had to be sneaky and nobody would know you were there.

Noah didn’t turn around when he felt the door opening, but he backed his chair up a bit, opening some space under the desk. You crawled up to him, getting in that space. He pretended to drop his phone.

“Just a second, guys”, he said. Bending over, he put his face mere inches to yours. “You’ve been a very naughty girl”, he whispered. “To make up for it, you’re gonna suck me off while riding your new toy. And don’t you dare touch yourself or make a sound. Understood?” You eagerly nodded. “Good.”

He straightened himself, phone in hand, and left in on the desk. He lowered the seat and shifted once more, facilitating you pulling his pants and underwear down. His cock was already leaking some pre-cum, angry that it had been teased for so long.

You positioned yourself, guiding the toy back in your cunt, and once it was fully inside you, you took your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth, watching intently at how he reacted. Noah pressed his lips together, muffling a moan.

You kept sucking him, bouncing on the toy, using a hand to stimulate the rest of his shaft, and the other on his thigh to steady yourself. Thank god for microphones that filtered the unwanted noise, because even you were being quiet, there were still some sounds you couldn’t avoid producing, like the wet sound of your mouth over him, or the faint slaps every time you snapped your hips.

He abruptly closed the stream when he was about to cum. One of his hands flew to your head, keeping you in place while he came down your throat with a loud moan he was unable to suppress.

“Happy now?” he asked, still panting.

“Not yet. This was only a sneak peek”, you said, smiling. “I also bought a harness”, you informed him.

“What?” he said, confused.

“For Noah II. You always say you wished you had another cock to fuck my ass at the same time. Now you have it”, you explained.

He reopened the stream, acting like his Internet connection failed. He apologized to his friends, but said he was tired and was going to leave it there for the day.

He took your hand, helping you up and led you to the bedroom, where he proceeded to fuck you nice and hard doggy style, just like you wanted. Having him filling you up like that, in two holes at the same time, was a weird, albeit exciting, new feeling. Not so long after, your orgasm hit you harder than a demolition ball, leaving you exhausted. Noah still thrust a bit more, until he reached the climax too. You collapsed on the bed as soon as he was out of you.

“Okay, Noah II can stay”, he said, his breathing still shallow, his chest still rising rapidly, while lying next to you. “But don’t you ever dare to pull a stunt like that on me again.”

“Don’t ignore me for days at a time, and I won’t feel the need to”, you pointed out.

“Yeah, you’re right. This is pretty much my fault. I am sorry, babe, but I see you now”, he promised you.

“You better see me after what we just did”, you joked. You could almost still feel him inside you, like the ghost of a sensation.

“What about we shower, we clean everything, put on new sheets and go to bed early?” he suggested. “I want us to cuddle for a bit before sleeping.”

“Deal.”

“By the way, you looked so beautiful while I was fucking you, but next time I want to see your face, ok? The dildo goes in your ass, that way I can be on top” he whispered into your ear, once you were under the sheets again and his arm was around your rib cage, hand possessively grabbing one of your boobs.

“Missionary+!” you joked. “Fine by me, you know I love to see your pretty face while you come.”

“Same, babe, same.”

#poppy writes #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fic #noah sebastian

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dark-and-kawaii · 19 days

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Unholy

Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary/Request @rcehb-art : You go to confess your sins but the Devil has other plans...

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: <3 Hope you enjoy it xoxo

Your fingers grasp the fabric of your short skirt, your fingers curling, bunching up the thin fabric as you rubbed your thighs together. The nervousness coursing through your body only heightens the excitement that fills the confessional booth. Waiting to confess something so sinful and perverse.

The unforgiving wooden seat presses against your heated flesh, sending shivers of both pleasure and discomfort down your spine, “F-forgive me father, for I have sinned.” Your voice came out soft and shaky as you spoke…

The silence on the other side of the screen hangs heavy, it seemed he was waiting for you to continue. Biting your bottom lip you could hardly believe you were doing this, living out a fantasy you always dreamt of. To confess and touch yourself before a priest, even if he was just going to sit on the other side and listen to you… It was a twisted fulfillment of your most secret desires.

“I-it's been- it’s been a year since my last confession.”

The thought of what you are about to do sends a delicious shudder coursing through your body, leaving you trembling, “I-I… I want to confess my fantasies. The things I think about when I'm alone at night, things that would be considered sins, father.” Your hand ventures away from your skirt, your nails tracing teasing patterns along your thigh, igniting a sinful pleasure that makes you squirm with wicked delight.

“Impure thoughts, you say? The mind is a fertile ground for temptation. Tell me, do these thoughts trouble you deeply? Go on, child and confess. There's no point in hiding anything from the Lord, my dear," he murmurs, his tone dripping with a sinful allure

"I-I fantasize about being with lots of men, letting them touch me. I've thought about being fucked hard while someone else watches. I-I've- fantasized about having sex with two men at once, Father."

A quiet chuckle escapes from the other side of the confessional, and a smirk dances upon your lips. Your hand glides up the inside of your thigh, fingertips teasingly grazing the sensitive flesh. Your confession alone was enough to make you wet.

“Ah yes, lust, such a delightful sin. And now you seek absolution, to wash away the excitement with a confession, do you?" He asked, his tone husky and it sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.

"Yes." Your voice came out soft, almost a whisper. "I've also thought about… a priest, watching me. W-while I pleasure myself."

You bit back a soft moan as your fingertips brushed over your pussy, a small pool forming onto the wooden seat.

He chastises you for your vulgarity, “How vulgar. In the house of the Lord no less, do you not have any shame? Do you not see the sins you commit?”

Your heart leapt in your chest at his words, a small whine leaving your lips. You felt the heat of shame wash over you, but instead of feeling embarrassed, it only aroused you further. Your fingers dipped between your folds, the pads of them pressing against your clit, a soft moan escaping you, "Oh, god... I-I’m so sorry, f-forgive me."

Despite your apology, the priest refuses to grant you absolution so easily. He revels in your sinful state, savoring the taste of your transgressions upon your lips and soul.

As your fingers delve deeper within you, the lewd wet sounds reverberate within the confines of the small confessional booth, drowning out all other thoughts. Unbeknownst to you, the priest has silently slipped away from his side of the booth, his presence only revealed when the door creaks open, unveiling a man clad in the pristine white robe of a priest. The hunger in his gaze, the predatory glint in his eyes, is unmistakable. He gazes down upon you, his stare akin to a wolf eyeing its prey.

Embarrassment washes over you, a wave of exposure that leaves your cheeks flushed crimson, the tips of your ears burning bright red. Hastily, you withdraw your fingers, attempting to cover your now exposed state with your skirt, your legs pressed together in a futile attempt to shield yourself. Your eyes avert, avoiding the intense gaze that devours you whole. “I-I didn't think-“ you stammer, the words barely escaping your trembling lips.

You watch as he lifts his foot, the tip of his shoe forcibly prying your closed knees apart, overpowering your feeble resistance. Your hands desert your skirt, gripping the edges of the seat as the heel of his shoe glides against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, inching upward with an agonizing slowness, halting just before touching your unholy wet cunt.

His foot came into your field of vision, a shiny black leather shoe, you watched as he lifted his foot, the tip of his shoe forcibly prying your closed knees apart, overpowering your feeble resistance. Your hands left your skirt, clutching the edges of the seat as the tip of his shoe glides against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, inching upward with an agonizing slowness, halting just before touching your unholy wet cunt.

Tears well up at the corners of your eyes once again, your protestations tinged with desperation. "I didn't mean... I only... Father, please, I-I don't actually w-want this..." you plead, your voice quivering with a mix of fear and confusion.

Raphael felt sympathy for you. Briefly. Until he realized you were pantiless, just another one of those common sluts. Easy to break, easy to manipulate. And so he continued, rubbing the tip of his shoe against the soaked entrance of your pussy, watching as your body shudders and a whimper escapes your beautiful lips.

“Sin is sin, my dear girl,” he responds, his voice laced with a mixture of authority and sadistic pleasure. “And you are here to be cleansed. Don't you wish to be cleansed?”

“I- No- , Father, please.”

He removed his foot, the sound of him removing his robes and the jingle of a belt buckle. Raphael looked down at your face, you were beautiful. Eyes filled with unshed tears, and a look of fear on your face. How he loved seeing his prey in such a state, the sight was enough to make his cock throb. And the way you were biting your lip. Hell, he wanted to push his cock in between those lips, but all in good time.

“Any form of disobedience right now would only prove to me and your god that your soul is too far gone and that you have no desire to be accepted into heaven.”he taunts, his chuckle filled with the deceit of a devil wrapped in the guise of a man of God. Countless souls have fallen prey to his deceptions, their essence stolen, twisted, and forever banished from the pearly gates of heaven.

He gripped the back of your neck, forcing you off the seat flipping you over, so your chest was pressed against the hard surface. His other hand came down on your ass, the sound echoing in the small confessional booth.

You let out a strangled gasp, trying not to scream, the sound coming out more like a squeak, muffled by your arm. The slap hurt, and the stinging didn't subside, it just seemed to get worse. You tried to move, to pull away, but the grip he had on the back of your neck tightened, “Ah Ah Ah, little lamb,” he admonishes. “I can see that you don't want forgiveness. That you have no desire to repent for your sins. Then you must be punished, and only through pain and agony will your sins be washed clean. Only then can you seek forgiveness from your Lord.”

The devil, disguised as the priest, grasps his cock, thick, long, and rigid, teasing it along the dripping slit of your pussy, coating his head in the glistening trail of your slick juices. Raphael presses down on your back, flattening your breasts against the wooden bench, forcing your ass to arch, tilting and exposing your throbbing pussy. He marvels at the sight of your puffy lips, parted and dripping, quite the invitation.

He saw how your puffy lips dripped and parted for him as he pushed his cock forward, sliding past your opening and nudging your clit.

“Ah~ ♡“

Raphael's brows furrowed, he couldn't quite believe that the noise he heard, that sweet, melodious noise came from you. He slid back and forth, relishing the sensation of your soft wet heat until he thrusted forward without mercy.

A scream of both pain and pleasure escapes your lips, only to be silenced by the taste of your own blood as you bite down on your bottom lip. Your hands clutched at the bench, knuckles white, you didn't dare look back. You were in agony, but somehow you were enjoying it, the pain mixed with the pleasure. Your body had betrayed you, and the fact that the priest had noticed and was now taking advantage of the fact.

“Look at how wet you are, how eager you are to accept the sinful pleasures of the flesh.” he taunts, his voice dripping with the satisfaction of corrupting a lost lamb.

“Please-“

Your pleas fall upon deaf ears, drowned out by the sounds of his hips colliding with your ass.

“Does it hurt, little lamb?”

"Y-yes~."

"Yes who?"

"Yes, Father!!!~" He could hear the pleasure in amongst the pain in your voice.

The Devils grip tightened, nails digging into your skin. He could feel himself getting close, but he wanted to hear you sing. To make you moan, to give into the sinful desires you were feeling.

He pulled out slowly, looking down to watch his cock emerge from your clenching tight pussy, coated in your cream, your cunt lips clinging to his shaft. He thrust back into you, grinding into you softly before he began to fuck you, ploughing into you as deeply as he could.

You couldn't keep silent any longer. Moans, gasps and whimpers escaped your lips, each time his hips slammed into you.

“Good girl. Let the church hear how you're giving into the Devil's temptations.” He grinned, his hands sliding up your back and into your hair, pulling hard.

You whimpered as he pulled, feeling the sting in your scalp, your back arching to try and lessen the pain. His cock dived into you, the sound of your wet cunt being punished by his cock loud in your ears. He pistoned in and out of you remorselessly. Your moans loud as your hips began to fuck back.

"Fu~ Y-Yes Father~!! God, yes!!!” Your cunt clenched around him, squeezing and pulling him deeper.

“There is no God here, lamb. Only a Devil, one who will devour you. One that will make you scream. Make you bleed. Make you beg as I fill your womb with my tainted seed. And when your Lord looks down and sees you, he will reject you. Turn his gaze from you and your swollen belly-“

“FU~ C-c-CUUUUM~!! PLEASEEE~!! PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME!! PLEASE FILL ME WITH YOUR DEVILISH SPAWN!!! P-PLEASE~!!”

"Such a sinful little slut, you are.”

“YES~!!!”

His grip tightening, nails digging into the flesh of your scalp. You let out a pained whine, feeling his nails cutting through the skin, causing blood to trickle down the sides of your face.

He demands your allegiance, questioning your loyalty to the divine. “Who do you worship? Whose cock will you serve? Will you pledge your soul to the devil himself?”

"Yes~, M-My soul, my body and my cunt are yours~!! I'm all yours~! My body belongs to you!! The Devil himself~! Oh, oh, oh my fuck~!! OH, FU~!!! HAA~!!”

You screamed as your orgasm washed over you, the pleasure coursing through you, a tidal wave, drowning you in euphoria. The tight ring of muscle, clamped around his cock, milking his hot seed as it gushed into you, the false priest’s cum painting your walls white, invading your fertile womb.

As he pulls out, both of you gasping and panting, he admires his handiwork. You, slumped over the bench, covered in a sheen of sweat, panting for breath, your eyes glazed over in a mixture of bliss and exhaustion. His seed dripping out of your well abused cunt…

But amidst the exhaustion, a wicked grin spreads across your lips as you gaze at the false priest. Your mind races knowing that the devil's seed now resides within you. The future is uncertain, but the past half hour has left you craving more.

In the back of your mind, you think of Haarlep, the man waiting for you at home. You hope that he will believe the lie, that the child growing in your womb is his….

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #haarlep #bg3 raphael #tav #raphael the cambion #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #raphael bg3 x reader #bg3 smut

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chvrryzpop · 28 days

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BRUTAL (PART TWO)

READ PART ONE

c. sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: A few weeks have passed since you and Chris got into this tricky situation, and you’ve stopped texting him until one day you decided that you have to confront him about it. Things never end as expected, do they?

warnings: dom!chris, smut, angst, oral sex (fem!receiving), p in v, creampie, alcohol, use of y/n, pet names, choking kink, swearing, cheating, fingering, toxic relationship, praising, degrading kink (kinda), unprotected sex (wear it to get it!)

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It’s been three weeks and you’ve been ignoring the triplet's texts and calls right after the day they left for their trip, you just couldn’t bear the remorse that things between you and Chris had been awkward after what happened at the party.

Or at least that's what you thought.

Three weeks ago…

The night that it all began, the night that you and Chris were making out in a bathroom. The night that changed your friendship with him. While you were in the car, as far as you remember Matt was talking about the fact that he doesn’t want to go back ever to a party and Nick disagreed with him. How Madi was complaining about a guy that was harassing her the whole time.

And then, there was Chris glancing directly at you in the rearview mirror, his grin widening every time you would get all flustered as soon as you saw that he was making eye contact with you.

You were getting out of the car, your head aching like hell after consuming the biggest amount of alcohol you've ever had in your entire life. And still, feeling like you didn't swallow a single drop of alcohol.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, alright?” You said to them as you waved at them and walked to your apartment entrance.

Tomorrow.

Was it a good idea to hang out with them after what happened between you and Chris? Probably not.

Your phone buzzed a few times. You checked your notifications.

It was Chris.

ᯓ★

Your heart skipped a beat when you read those texts, the sudden memory of what happened in the bathroom flooded your mind each time you read the last sentence.

‘It would not be my fingers that you will squirt all over’

You remember everything, it was like a movie that was on repeat over and over again.

The next day you hop in your car, while you are face-timing Nick. “I’ll be there in like 20 minutes.” You said while plugging your keys in the ignition port. “Alright, me and Matt are at the store right now and we gotta run some errands but Chris is home so you can stay there and wait until we get back.”

Shit.

The least you wanted was to be alone with Chris, but you couldn’t just cancel last minute Nick, could you? Also, you wanted to spend as much time as you could with Nick before they left for their trip.

Fuck it.

Chris wasn't going to stop you from seeing your best friend, you didn't want his haze to be an obstacle for you and spend time with your friends, friends that actually cared about.

Being alone with him shouldn't be a problem, as long as you stay in the living room it should be completely fine.

That's what you thought yourself on the way to their house, that's what you thought when he opened the front door for you.

That's what you were questioning when he kissed you on the couch.

And that's what you completely ignored now when he was eating you out in his room, swirling his tongue on your wet folds and gripping his hands on your legs to spread them wide open.

Your back was arched, your eyes rolled and unholy sounds coming out of your mouth, you were a total mess.

A total mess because of him.

“F-fuck! C-chris!” You cry, his tongue now thrusting in and out of you, your nails sinking into the bedsheets as he brought you to the edge.

His thumb works on your sensitive nub, making your breath heavier and heavier, and your moans get louder and louder echoing the whole room.

Chris was groaning each time his tongue was as deep as it could go inside you, the vibrations building up your orgasm even more.

And that's when you felt the well-known knot forming inside of you, your legs shaking by holding back the intense orgasm that was close to release. Your body tensing up each time he keeps devouring you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling your walls clench, and your release finally came to an end as soon as he gave that final robust thrust with his tongue. “Fuck!” you shout as Chris pulls apart from your legs, licking his lips to taste every single drop of your juices, his face revealing how pussy drunk he was. “God, you taste even better than last night, ma.” He pants standing up.

You could barely hear a word that Chris was speaking out since you were trying to recover from the intense orgasm you just had or that was until he made you regain your senses by literally pulling you so you could sit up.

“What’s wrong?” You question a whiny tone displaying in your voice. “They’re here! You better dress quickly!” He urges, tossing your clothes back at you.

You clasp your bra expertly and pull back your black tank top, when you realize something is missing, “Where did you fucking leave my panties?!” You said, whisper-yelling at Chris to which he replied with a childish giggle “I’ll custody these.” Saving your pair of panties in his pocket, patting it afterward in a teasing motion.

You roll your eyes, lifting your skirt to your waist level, revealing a delicate trace of your skin. “If something happens to those, you’ll buy me a new pair.” Pointing your index finger at him, “I’ll buy you a brand new set if that means I get to take it off after.” The last words he let out of his mouth before he opened the door behind them.

The next hours were for playing a few rounds of billiard since Matt and Nick bought a brand new set a few days ago. When it was your turn you kneeled to pick up the balls from the small compartment box that was attached to the table, placing them around the triangle-shaped rack, a buzzing sound on your back pocket interrupted you.

You picked it up, checking who it was.

Chris.

He was beside you, a cheeky side smile smeared on his face. That smile that makes your heart melt but makes your blood boil by how unfairly Paige had him and you couldn't.

Not the way you wished, it was different. You didn't want just the pleasure, you wanted the affection, the details, the love, especially the love that you knew he had always given to Paige.

But in this situation, you were the other woman and you will have to stick up with being the other woman until he realizes that what he needs is right beside him or until you get sick of it.

How can he be such a tease? How can a party change your whole life? How can a boy change your entire worl with just some words and some pleasure?

You checked what he texted you, replying to him as he also texted back, like two teenagers flirting back and forth, a few quiet giggles coming out from you.

ᯓ★

You save your phone in the back pocket of your skirt, as you focus your attention once again on the rack of the billiard table, placing the last three remaining balls inside of it. “Holy shit, y/n, what the hell happened to your neck?” Nick speaks up, his eyes widening narrowly.

Fuck.

You completely forgot about the fact that Chris made those last night and forgot to cover them up today, “Oh…it was my straightener.” You scratch the back of your neck, waiting for a response.

“You got burnt with your straightener?” Nick answers with his index finger pointing out your hickeys.

“Yeah, I was hungover from last night and I didn't notice that it burnt me...” You giggled nervously.

And that was the last time you saw Chris or Nick, the last time you texted with Chris and the last time he touched you like that.

But you couldn’t keep up with the lies, the secrets. It was making you way more anxious than your usual self, and it was eating you alive slowly.

And there you were under your sheets your phone beside you, the screen lighting up each time a new text from Nick was popping up. Tears roll down your cheeks and silently sobs come out from you.

Once again your phone lit up, but now this time the buzzing vibrations made you jump to pick it up.

Chris.

He was calling you, but was it right to pick up the call? Was it right to give in to the temptation to let the desire speak for your mind? After all, you've been committed to ignoring them for the past few days.

Fuck it.

Maybe it was time for you to take care of the situation by yourself, to stand up for yourself for once instead of being blinded to the situation and gaslighting yourself that what was happening was right.

“Hello?” You say as you wipe your tears off your face.

“Finally! You’re alive.” Says Chris on the other line, a sigh of relief coming out from his body, “We were crazy worried about you. Why didn't you pick up any of my calls or Nick’s?” He wonders.

“I was…really busy.” Your tone is so cold as ice that you even feel surprised by it.

“Oh…right, I was thinking if you would like to hang out for a bit?” The question made your heart drop, you knew what that meant and you didn't like the sound of it.

“Nick and Matt are coming too?” Your voice trembling by the anxiousness.

“Actually…” You could hear even through the phone the way Chris scratched his neck, voicing an awkward chuckle through gritted teeth. “I was hoping we could…like talk?”

You close your eyes, letting out a deep sigh before replying “It better be talking this time, Christopher.” You spat out harshly. “It would be, I promise.”

The grip that you had on the steering wheel of your car was strong, your fingertips tapping the leather surface of it each time you noticed that you were getting closer and closer to their house.

It was a bad idea that you and Chris were alone once again?

Yes, it was.

Did you care?

No, not at all.

You pull up your car into the driveway, resting your head against the headrest of the driver’s seat, feeling all the anxiety building up within each second. You didn't have the guts to even look at his face or to speak to him.

A knock on your window makes you come back to your senses, and turn around to see once again the long-haired boy with a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Just like that night, the night that it all changed.

You rolled down your window, a sly smile disguising your stress. “Hey.” He speaks up first, his hands stashed in the pockets of his pants, “Hi.” You responded coldly.

“Are you going to come in?” He inquired, looking down at your lips and then back to your eyes, causing you to feel that electrified feeling that you had previous times, “Yeah…” The awkward silence crowding around both of you.

Being in Chris’ room wasn't the best place to ‘just talk’ nor the fact that you've noticed that he has been drinking because of the multiple emptied cans of alcohol spread around the room. “What did you need to talk about?” You asked, crossing your arms to your chest level.

Chris closes the door behind the both of you, the dim lights of his room making it difficult for you to catch a sight of his face. “Want one?” Tossing you a can of alcohol that lies down now beside you on his bed. You scoff “So this is what you needed me to come over for? To get fucking drunk?” You spat out, feeling your blood boiling.

“Why are you getting so mad all of a sudden?” He furrows his brows while he picks up the rivet of the can with his teeth, spitting it after, “Because you just called me to get drunk and hook up! That’s why!” You stood up your arms still crossed and your eyebrows narrowed.

Chris chugged the can before throwing it away on the floor, “You’re just overreacting, calm the fuck out.” He let out, wiping his mouth with the hem of his sleeve.

And that was enough answer for you, enough answer for not to push the situation further, to not keep with this ‘the other woman’ bullshit that was happening between you and him.

You pick up your keys and slam the door open, hurrying to get to the front door as quickly as possible feeling the burning tears streaming down your cheeks, Chris’ voice behind you, “Get your fucking ass back here.” His tone demanding yet soft.

You reach the front door, twisting the handle until a grip on your wrist stops you, “Y/N, don’t you fucking dare to leave.” The grip on your wrist tightens each time you try to ease out the hold he had on you, “You’re not the one who’s deciding what I fucking do.” You replied through gritted teeth, your breath building up agitated.

He groans cornering you against the door, taking both of your wrists, and pinning them above your head “If I’m not the one deciding what you do, then how did you get here, hm?”

You could smell the alcohol with each word he said, his eyes buried into yours, his expression looked dominant yet his eyes said something else.

“Because I needed to talk, but seems like you just needed me for a quickie, didn’t you?” You bite back, the bitterness in your voice building up the tension between the two of you.

He scoffs, his face pure disbelief “That’s what you think? That I just call you when I need to fuck?”

“Well it seems like it, Chris.” You admit, biting the inside of your cheek as you stare at him, his face expressionless.

“Seems like it? How?” He snaps, his eyes narrowing slightly and his head titled.

You examined his face, his cheekbones were more prominent than how you remembered a few weeks ago, his under eyes also showed off more, and his hair was all messed up a few locks of hair showing off more than others, his curls swirled to different sides. The stubbled beard defined his jawline, even more.

And there it was once again, his eyes shifting to your lips rapidly, his grip on your wrists tightening even more now “I fucking asked you something or do I have to fuck the shit out of you every time I need you to answer me?” His face was inches apart from yours, his eyes darkening and full of lust each time he looked at yours.

You've never seen this side of Chris not even the first time this kind of interaction happened between the two of you.

But it turned you on badly.

You needed him and you knew he needed you too, whether his drunk or not.

You needed to give in to the desire.

“Maybe.” You teased him, glancing at his lips for a split second and then back at his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes that you remember well.

His eyes still bored into yours, a smirk growing on his face as soon as you spoke those words that were like a command to him, his lips grazing into yours. “You want to kiss me, hm? The words echoed in your head, remembering the first time he asked you that.

And this time, you didn't even hesitate a second to kiss him.

You smashed your lips against his, the hold on your wrists loosening, Chris’ tongue sliding inside your mouth as one of his hands moved to cup your throat gently, a muffled moan coming out from you as he did so. The kiss was sloppy and restless, different from prior times.

But something else was different about it, an undeniable dominance from Chris was crystal clear in this situation and it showed off by the way he was kissing you and the hand placement that he had on you.

He pulls apart, his lips red and swollen and his breath agitated, his eyes piercing at yours then to your neck his lips getting closer to kiss those sweet spots that he found out just a few weeks ago. Giving mouth-opened kisses to your neck, leaving a few hickeys around it. “Fuck.” He breathed out against your skin, producing shivers running down your spine.

You leaned back your head resting against the door as you closed your eyes, feeling every tingling sensation of his kisses on your exposed skin. “Chris…” Whispers coming out of you, feeling his hands roaming on your body touching every curve, every inch of it.

And now you’re back again in his room, sitting down at the edge of his bed and looking at him through your lashes, seeing the raw look of dominance in his eyes get the best out of him, his right hand stroking gently your cheek “Can’t fucking wait to see the look on that face of yours when I destroy you.” He chuckles darkly, his thumb caressing your inferior lip.

He tilted his head as he spoke in a husky tone “Get on that bed for me, will you?” He asked, to which you replied with a nod as you crawled to the center of the bed, turning your body to end up lying on your back your elbows supporting the weight of your upper body.

He crawls stopping where your legs were resting carelessly, spreading them open and looking at you through his lashes. That looks full of desire ready to devour you within seconds.

His raspy voice makes you wetter than you already were “Remember the first time this happened?” He inquires, playing with the waistband of your sweatpants.

“You mean at the party or…?” You clear your throat, feeling Chris’ hands teasingly pulling down the pair of sweats, your hips bucking up, and the slightest smirk appearing on his face.

“Of course, I mean the party, silly.” His tone was teasing, as he finally threw out your sweats down the floor, revealing the lace coral-white panties that you had on. The wetness is noticeable through the fabric.

An incredulous chuckle came out from Chris, “I haven't touched you and you're already wet for me.” A soft scoff slipped from his mouth as his fingers pressed down your clit harshly rubbing circles around making you whine.

You threw your head back, rolling your eyes as he kept rubbing the right places on your sensitive nub “F-fuck.” You breathed out, your brows narrowing slightly by the wave of pleasure that you felt.

Chris pulls to the side of your panties, getting his fingers into more direct contact with your heat using your wetness as a lube to keep rubbing circles around your exposed cunt, “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He says in a raspy tone looking down at where his fingers were doing their magic in awe.

Your mouth was loose, drooling a bit by the way Chris kept pleasuring you, hitting every nerve of yours. Your knuckles turned white by the grasp that you had on the sheets, your mind getting barely thought out.

His fingers kept moving up and down and in circle motions, his fingertips teasing your entrance each time he did so. “Please.” you pant.

“Please what?” He slowed down his movements against your wet pussy, causing you to whimper in complete frustration.

“Chris…don’t.” You groan.

He introduces his middle finger inside you, moving it at a slow pace to tease the living hell out of you, “How many times do I have to tell you to use your fucking words?” He utters harshly as his finger keeps thrusting in and out, his speed increasing each time your moans are heightened.

“O-oh fuck.” You stutter, feeling the knot inside you forming slowly, your legs trembling by the wave of ecstasy that overwhelms you each time Chris pumps his middle finger inside you, curling it once in a while to hit the right areas.

He then adds his ring finger deep inside you stretching your walls abruptly, the sound of your wetness mirroring around the room each time his fingers exited from you.

“Fuck, y/n.” His words came out above a whisper, his breathing cutting a bit when he felt his crotch twitch at the sight of your dripping pussy, pornographic moans echoing through the room.

“So close.” You huffed, feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter as Chris thrust his fingers at an ungodly pace, a few groans out from him.

That’s when you felt the overwhelming feeling, panting softly you clench your walls around his fingers your juices drooling out of you, coating his fingers in a delicate layer of your sweet fluids. He pulled them out, a soft popping sound as he did so, licking them clean as he did the first time this happened between the both of you “Just like the first time.” He smiles to himself, looking at your heaving chest recovering from the first orgasm of the night.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He whispers removing his clothes in a swift motion and leaving his underwear on, crawling on top of you, lingering kisses around your neck leaving rose-tinted marks around it, the smallest touch he gave you making you wet once again. Yet the sensitiveness was slightly overwhelming for you.

“So sweet.” He whispered between kisses as he lowered them to your collarbone provoking you to arch your back, a few huffs escaping from your lips.

His fingers trace the enclosed zipper of your soft cotton sweater, slowly pulling it down to reveal that you don't have anything beneath it, a grin sneaking on his face “You little whore.” His mouth getting closer to give open-mouthed kisses to your left breast a gasp slipping from your mouth.

“Chris, oh my—” A whine cut you out, the clasp that your fingers had on the sheets getting stronger and stronger, your legs wrapping around his waist while he keeps sucking your tits, a groan from Chris vibrating through your whole chest, feeling his erection poking on your inner thigh.

His hips began to rock slowly, the friction making him harder than he already was, his fingers now printing on your hips by the grip he had on them. “Fuck me.” You whine in desperation, your eyes squeezed shut as you feel his kisses on your breasts getting rougher.

He pulled away glancing at you as he muttered, “Fuck, you don't have any idea how long I've been wishing for this.” He removed his boxers, throwing them on the floor as he pulled your panties to the side, positioning himself at your entrance his tip grazing it.

He entered you slowly at first staying for a few seconds so you could adjust to his size.

He was huge.

His hips rocked in and out of you, your breasts bouncing every time he buried his dick deep inside you. “Fuck.” He grumbled, his hands digging into your skin even harsher than they were already, your hands now resting against his biceps, feeling the tensing muscle getting tighter.

The squeaking sound of the bed, the skin-to-skin sounds, the sloppy moans and groans from you and Chris filling the silence of the room. The dim lights creating now an atmosphere of lust and passion. His forehead rested with yours as his speed kept intensifying with each thrust he gave, his cock twitching inside you.

“You feel so good, ma.” He praises, his whimpers edging you at a quick rate, feeling his tip kissing your g-spot sweetly. His lips grazed with yours, the desperate need to connect them making you exhilarate a whine.

His eyes were staring deep down at your face, admiring the sight of you being completely satisfied thanks to him. He couldn't believe that he finally had you this way, murmuring his name as if he were a god.

That’s when you felt the knot in your stomach forming again, your walls clenched around his cock violently, you let out a loud moan before your juices wrapped around Chris’ shaft. “C-Chris, I can't—” The sensitiveness of the aftermath formed tears in your eyes.

Chris connected his lips with yours as he whispered against them, “If you get to finish, so do I.” His tone demanding yet delicate, and his pace getting tougher than before, you could almost feel his dick hitting your cervix. Loud groans slip from Chris’ mouth as he reaches his climax.

With a final thrust, the hot white liquid filled you up, mixing up with your fluids, his thrusts slowing until he finally pulled out of you.

He lay down next to you, his chest violently going up and down, “That was…” You breathed out, trying to regain your breath.

“Fucking amazing.” He chuckled breathlessly, his hand brushing his hair to get it out of the way.

You turned your head to look at him, scanning his entire face “Well, that was a hell of a conversation.” You giggled, a smirk growing on his face that then turned into a laugh.

Chris’ POV

“Text me when you get home, will you?” I pleaded, my elbows resting on the opened car window.

She rolled her eyes playfully, “Alright, Dad.” she replied sarcastically to which I let out a chuckle, backing away from the window as she pulled her car out of the driveway.

And then, she’s gone.

A ringing sound comes from one of the pockets of my hoodie, taking out my phone I see thousands of notifications.

From Paige.

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parkitaco · 10 months

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Every morning, Mike swears his alarm goes off earlier.

He groans, rubbing sleep from his eyes and rolling over. Will is still asleep beside him, arms looped loosely around his waist, and Mike winces as he shifts, trying not to wake him. He leans over to slap the off button on the alarm, then spends a long few minutes staring at the glowing red numbers, trying to gather the courage to get up.

This, unfortunately, is the cold reality of being a college student - his weekends are constantly usurped by extra shifts at the diner where he works.

But it also means that he gets to keep this apartment, where he lives with his boyfriend, and it's for this reason that he finally tosses off the covers and sits up.

Or- tries to. Before Mike can clamber out of bed, a pair of sturdy arms wrap firmly around his middle, and he yelps as he tumbles back onto the mattress.

He huffs, trying and failing to repress a smile as Will shoves his face into the space between Mike's shoulder blades. "Will," he hums, staring out at the window where light is streaming in - they'd forgotten to close the blinds - and letting one hand rest over Will's where it's pressed against his stomach. "I have to get up."

There's no response, only a light snuffling, and if Mike were just slightly dumber and didn't know Will quite as well as he did, he'd assume he was asleep. Unfortunately, though, Will happens to be very good at getting what he wants, and this is one of his primary tactics.

"Will," Mike says again, gently tugging at Will's arm in an attempt to pry him off him, and Will's grip on him tightens. "Will, c'mon."

Again, there's no response, but Will's nose digs into his back a little more firmly.

"I know you're awake," Mike tries, wriggling a little in his grip, and Will whines.

"Nuh uh," he mumbles, muffled.

Mike rolls his eyes, craning his neck back to peer over at him as best he can. "Babe, I have to get up."

"Nuh uh," Will says again, as Mike carefully twists around to face him again. His eyes are still closed, but his nose is scrunched up in offense, and when he turns his head into Mike's shoulder he can see that his cheek is flushed and lined with pillow creases. Something warm settles in Mike's chest, and he smiles as he presses a kiss to the top of Will's head.

"I'm gonna be late," he tries, but it sounds unconvincing even to his own ears, and Will grunts noncommittally.

"So be late," he mumbles, evidently giving up on feigning sleep, and curls closer.

"I'll get fired."

"So get fired." Will presses a kiss to his collarbone, and Mike, the weak man that he is, lifts a hand to tangle his fingers in Will's hair. "Then we can stay here forever."

Mike smiles, leaning into Will's warmth a little as his hand dips under Mike's sleep shirt, thumb rubbing placating circles into his hip. It makes Mike's resolve crack just a little more, and he sighs, cupping the back of Will's head with one hand and kissing his head again.

"That would be nice," he allows, and Will hums appreciatively, "until we stopped being able to afford the apartment, and then we'd have to live on the street, and-"

"Okay, Mike," Will grumbles, and his grip on him loosens ever so slightly.

Mike's resolve may be cracking, but he knows an opportunity when he sees one, and he uses Will's brief moment of weakness to wriggle out of his grasp. Will releases an unholy yelp of offense and scrambles for him, fingers skating over Mike's arms, waist, anywhere he can reach, but fails to find purchase. "Sorry, sorry," Mike says, half-laughing as he tumbles out of bed and Will falls back onto the mattress in defeat. "Sorry, I'm sorry, we can hang out later, I swear."

Will stays silent, bottom lip stuck out in a pout and arms folded over the covers. His eyes are open now, wide and brown and sad, and Mike knows it's all for show and can't help but be a little moved by it anyway. For someone that is generally opposed to lying, Will really is excellent at it.

Mike suppresses a smile, giving in and leaning over to kiss him softly. Immediately, Will wraps a hand around the front of Mike's shirt, smiling a little against his lips, and Mike leans away just as he tugs sharply at him, trying to pull him back down onto the bed.

"Nice try," Mike says, prying his fingers off and laughing as Will immediately goes back to pouting.

"I hate you," Will says, and Mike blows him a kiss as he crosses to the dresser and starts rooting around for a fresh t-shirt.

He gets ready quickly, on account of the ten minutes Will had so rudely absorbed, pulling on a t-shirt and jeans before stumbling out to the kitchen to make coffee and throw a piece of bread into the toaster. The kitchen is freezing, on account of it being mid-November and the two of them not being able to afford to keep the apartment constantly heated, and Mike wraps his arms around himself as he waits for the toaster to ding. With every passing second, he wishes more and more that he could take Will up on his offer (demand) to stay in bed, curled up under the warm covers with his even-warmer boyfriend.

It's rare that they get days like this, where the light streaming through the windows feels pleasant rather than blinding and their biggest strife is over one of them having to leave for work or school. It's nice, and normal, and Mike's never particularly subscribed to normalcy but, given the alternative of night terrors and monsters haunting them and those days when it feels like he can't move a muscle, normal sounds pretty great. He'd sell his soul for a lifetime of normal with will.

It's for this reason, mainly, that Mike makes a second cup of coffee, despite the fact that Will is a clingy nuisance who has probably already made Mike late for work, which Mike is actually rather pissed about.

(He's not. He wouldn't have it any other way, especially since there was a time when he didn't think he'd be lucky enough to have something as stupidly good as Will Byers clinging to him and making him late for things.)

When, after wolfing down a piece of slightly-burnt toast and pouring coffee into a mug for Will and a to-go cup for himself, he quietly pokes his head back into the bedroom, Will has already taken over the whole mattress, spread-eagled with his face planted firmly into a pillow. Mike smiles to himself and pads softly across the floor, setting Will's coffee mug down on the nightstand and reaching over to card a gentle hand through Will's hair.

"Mmph," Will groans, shifting just enough to open one eye at Mike.

Mike's smile widens, and he leans over to press a kiss to Will's temple, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Made you coffee," he murmurs, and when Will scrunches his nose at him, "I know, I know, you want to sleep. But- it's there if you want it, that's all."

"Thank you," Will mumbles begrudgingly, but Mike can see the smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he reaches up to curl his fingers around Mike's wrist. "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah," Mike says, a little regretfully, glancing at the clock. "M' sorry."

"S'okay," Will murmurs - the coffee gesture must have made him a little more agreeable. He guides Mike's hand over to his lips and presses a kiss there, right in the center of Mike's palm. "I love you."

Mike smiles, tapping a fingertip against Will's jaw as Will kisses his hand again. "I love you too. I'll see you when I-" he cuts himself with a yelp when, with absolutely zero warning, Will tugs on his arm, hard, sending him tumbling back onto the mattress.

"Oh," Mike sighs, as Will's ironclad grip settles around his waist again, "I am so going to get fired."

---

Mike does not get fired, which is great for his and Will's financial situation but not so great for his personal affliction to doing physical labor. By the time he gets home, after a grueling eight-hour shift and the added half hour of traffic, he's bone tired and half-wishing he'd taken Will up on the whole staying-in-bed-forever thing after all.

He closes the door firmly and leans heavily against it, sighing and letting his eyes fall shut. He takes three deep breaths, then opens his eyes again, dropping his keys and wallet on the counter.

There's a patter of footsteps from down the hall, and Mike smiles a little to himself, glancing up as Will pokes his head around the corner, calling out a bleary "Mike?" before, upon seeing him, breaking out into a blinding smile. "Baby!" he cheers, as Mike laughs and holds out his arms. Will launches himself into them with zero hesitation, colliding with him forcefully and sending Mike stumbling back into the counter.

"Hi," Mike laughs, as Will winds his arms around his neck and begins peppering the side of his face with kisses. "Missed you."

"Mmph," Will replies, which is code for I missed you too, so very much, and pulls away, hopping up onto the kitchen island and beckoning Mike closer.

Mike grins wide and comes to stand between Will's knees, placing one hand on his thigh and the other against the side of his face. "Have you done anything at all today?" he asks, looking him up and down. Will is still in his sleep shirt and a pair of Mike's stolen sweatpants, and his hair is endearingly ruffled, like he'd been napping before Mike got home. Mike is incredibly jealous of this fact, because he'd spent the day serving ungrateful customers and trying and failing to prevent anything from spilling on him, but any negative emotions are undercut by Will, who looks so sweet and flushed and warm that Mike can't really be pressed to complain.

"I did art," Will says proudly, despite the fact that doing art is kind of his resting state.

Mike bumps his nose against Will's, smiling. "Do I get to see?"

"Later," Will says, and kisses him, slow and sure. He tastes like early evening sleep and tea and cigarettes, his hands coming up to cup Mike's face and tilt him into a better angle. Mike hums, soft and appreciative, and Will pulls back with a lazy smile.

"I can't believe I spent all day working my ass off while you sat here and doodled," Mike mumbles, knocking his forehead against Will's.

"I didn't- doodle," Will huffs, breath fanning across Mike's chin, and Mike grins all teeth, pleased at getting him all riled up. "And I've worked plenty of long shifts this week. S' not a competition."

"You're right," Mike agrees, suddenly in a very agreeable mood which may or may not be related to Will's lips, which are very close and very kissable.

It's worth it, too, when said lips stretch into a pleased little smile, and Will rubs a thumb along Mike's cheek, gazing up at him with unfiltered adoration. "'Course I am," he replies, and kisses Mike again before he can argue, not that he would have tried particularly hard to.

It's sweet and saccharine, Will's tongue running slowly over the line of Mike's lip. Mike's hand shifts to grab hold of Will's waist, mostly just to ground him where he's gone a little weak in the knees, because if he melted to the floor over a singular kiss, Will would never let him live it down.

He's pretty sure Will knows anyway, though, because he grins against Mike's mouth and pulls him closer, humming appreciatively. "I love you," he murmurs into the kiss, and- okay, if Mike wasn't feeling dizzy before, he certainly is now.

He disconnects the kiss a little reluctantly, a smile tugging insistently at his lips. He presses it down, tipping his head to one side inquisitively. "I love you too, freak," he says, laughing a little. Will is so- odd, sometimes, so clingy and affectionate and giggly, and it's not a bad thing by any means, but he's not always so bubbly. Not without a reason.

He bumps his nose against Will's again, and Will scrunches said nose at him. You're like a cat, he'd said once. Always- fucking- headbutting me, or something.

It's 'cause I like you, Mike had replied, and Will hadn't been able to think of a comeback for that.

"What's going on?" he asks now, lightly teasing and faintly confused. "Why are you being so- nice?"

Will gives him a look, hooking his arms around Mike's neck and drawing him in for another kiss. "M' always nice to you," he mumbles, still half-kissing him, and Mike's smile wins out as he leans into it a little.

"I just meant," Mike starts, leaning away, only to be immediately cut off by Will kissing him again, quick and sweet, "you're being extra- affectionate, today." His eyes widen, and he pulls back for real, staring up at Will. "Oh God, did you do something bad? Are you trying to butter me up so I won't be pissed? Oh, no, what did you break this time-"

"Nothing!" Will squawks, flicking the side of his face indignantly. "Nothing, oh my God, I just. I don't know." He curls a finger through a lock of Mike's hair and tugs absently at it. "Today's a good day, and I just wanted to take advantage of that."

"Oh," Mike says, a slow smile spreading across his face. Will has a point - last week had had some bad days. They'd gotten into an argument on Monday - the small, inconsequential kind that had been resolved not even one full day later, but fighting with Will in any capacity always makes Mike's skin crawl. Then Will had had a bad day, the kind where he'd woken up screaming too many times the night before and had been overtired and sad all day. The day after that, Mike had had a bad day, the kind where he hadn't been able to move or talk or eat or do much of anything but lay in the dark, and Will had cried three times with worry and had tried not to let Mike see.

But this week has been better. They go in cycles like this sometimes, as lasting childhood trauma will tend to do to people, but it always gets better. Everything is better, with Will around.

"Yeah, okay," Mike whispers, and Will smiles as he drags him back in for another kiss.

#hi :))#idk what this is i've just desperately needed to write established relationship lately #but haven't come up with a good idea for a longer fic #. anyway. here.#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #st fic #byler ficlet

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andvys · 1 year

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Everlong // part two

Warnings: 18+, angst, unrequited feelings, smut, breeding kink

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader // Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: After your night with Eddie, you are consumed by guilt and can’t bring yourself to look at him. You avoid and ignore him until he gets fed up of your behavior towards him and corners you one night.

part one

You’re greeted by the sound of your telephone ringing as you step inside your apartment. Closing the door, you rush into the living room and reach for the phone.

“Hello?” you mumble, flopping down on the couch, you wince at the ache in your legs.

“Y/n?”

Your stomach sinks at the sound of his voice, shame and guilt rushes through you as you think of what you did last night.

Closing your eyes, you throw your head back, cursing at yourself.

“Hey, y/n? You there?”

“Y-Yeah… Hey… Steve.”

“Are you okay?” he asks with a concerned tone in his voice “I’ve been trying to call you all morning.”

“Yeah.. I’m okay,” you sigh, furrowing your brows “what time is it?”

“It’s 2 pm– hey, are you sure you’re okay? Did you just get up?”

You put your hand on your forehead as you realize just how late it is. You and Eddie were up all night, doing the most unholy things, letting out your frustrations on one another. You could still feel his touch on your skin, his lips, his breath, him. You could still hear his voice and the filthy things he said to you when he pounded you into his mattress ‘this pretty pussy belongs to me now, doesn’t it?’ Your stomach flutters at the memory, fuck.

You didn’t think that you would feel like this. A part of you thought that you would come to regret that night with him but instead you feel yourself wanting more and more and you are surprised by it. Sure Eddie is an attractive guy, he is hot, he is pretty and he is funny when he’s not teasing you but you only ever had eyes for one guy.

“Y/n? Are you still there, what’s up with you?”

Steve’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. Your eyes snap open, clearing your throat, you sit up straighter “yes, I’m there and uh, I’m just tired. I just got up, yeah.”

“What? How long did the party go?” he asks in surprise.

All night long.

“Not that long, I just…. I struggled to fall asleep,” you stutter, rolling your eyes at yourself “what did you want anyways.. aren’t you with uh.. Aspyn?”

“I’m pretty sure her name was Ashley and no, I’m at home.”

You put the phone away and let out a frustrated sigh, rolling your eyes “right, so do you need anything?”

“I wanted to see if you want to hang out?”

You can’t face him, not after what you did with Eddie last night. You don’t owe anything to Steve, you are not his girlfriend, you don’t belong to him, you don’t have to wait around for him. You can do whatever you want. If he can fool around then so can you. And yet, you feel guilty for it. For years you have done nothing but love him, wishing that he was yours and you were his, you waited around, you wanted him to be your everything, you even wanted him to be your first time– he wasn’t. You gave your virginity to a guy he hated and back then it even gave you satisfaction. You fucked and fooled around with a guy he couldn’t stand, you felt proud of yourself until you realized what a piece of shit he was and the shame began to settle in.

Eddie was your first after your little short lived affair with Steve’s ‘enemy’. And unlike back then, you won’t let this get out of hand. This, whatever it was last night. It will never happen again. Though Eddie did what he promised you, he made you forget. He did a good job considering that even now he was all you could think about despite talking to the one you love.

“Uh.. maybe tomorrow? I don’t feel like doing anything today.”

A heavy silence settles in and you almost feel guilty, knowing that he’s disappointed.

He sighs “are you sure? we could watch a movie–”

“Not today, Steve.”

“Oh..”

And just like that you feel guilty again “I’m sorry, I’m just really tired. We’re having a movie night tomorrow though right?”

“Yeah with our friends but I wanted to spend some time with you,” he sighs.

“We can hang out sometime next week?” you offer, hoping that he will say yes.

“Yeah… yeah, okay fine.”

“Cool, so uh.. see you tomorrow night?”

“Yeah…”

Hanging up, you sigh and push your knees up to your chest. You would have never said no to hanging out with Steve, if you could you would be with him all the time but right now, you just can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, you feel guilty and yet you can’t stop thinking about Eddie. You could even smell him on you. You shouldn’t like it but you do.

You thought it would be awkward between the two of you after what happened. You two fucked like animals, filthy words were thrown around and after that you expected him to act like an asshole and kick you out but instead he pulled you into his chest and let you sleep in his arms. He handed you a coffee in the morning and started making conversation as though it was the most natural thing to do. When you left he gave you a smirk and a knowing look that said ‘I know you will come back for more.’

But you won’t. You won’t come back for more.

On the other side of town, Eddie is walking around his trailer in a cheerful mood and a content smile on his face. His favorite song is blaring through the speakers, the sun is shining, his trailer is clean and he is happy, happier than he has been in a while.

His mind keeps replaying the previous night and he can’t help but smile. Your voice, your moans and your whimpers are forever implanted in his mind. The way you moaned his name, the way you begged for his touch and looked at him with pleading eyes left him with flutters in both his stomach and his heart.

When you kissed him back, his heart almost jumped out of his chest from how surprised he was, he never thought that he would get to feel this and yet you gave him a taste of what it could be like if he had you forever.

He got to kiss you, he got to touch you, he got to fuck you and hold you afterwards. You slept in his arms and for the first time in over a year, he had a peaceful night, he didn’t wake from nightmares, he didn’t wake up drenched in cold sweat and a racing heart. No, for the first time, he was able to just sleep.

The phone rang and despite the loud music, Eddie heard it. Pressing pause on the remote, the trailer is suddenly filled with silence aside from the annoying ringing.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, hi uh… did something happen last night?” Steve asks as though he is in a rush, he sounds confused and irritated.

Eddie chuckles “what no ‘how are you’, dude? Straight to the point huh?”

“Sorry man, I just, did something happen?”

‘Yeah, I fucked the girl you promised a future to.’ Eddie thinks to himself.

“Like what?” Eddie asks, not wanting to say the wrong thing. He is certain that you want to keep this night a secret.

“With y/n.”

“What do you mean, is she okay?” he asks, acting clueless.

“Yeah, she’s okay, just acting weird. She didn’t answer any of my calls this morning and when she finally picked up, she was just…. weird. I asked if she wanted to hang out but she said no.”

Eddie rolls his eyes “okay and?”

“She never says no to hanging out with me.”

Steve sounds genuinely concerned and maybe even a little hurt. Eddie should feel bad but he can’t help but smirk. He knows you, he knows that you would usually jump at the opportunity to hang out with Steve, this might be the first time that you said no to him.

“Aw your little puppy stopped following you around.”

“Stop it, dude.”

Eddie knows you didn’t lose feelings for him overnight and you didn’t say no to Steve because you’d rather be with him right now. You are probably ashamed and judging by how deep your feelings are, you probably feel like you betrayed him.

“Okay well, nothing happened last night,” he lied, “she went home after you.”

Steve sighs, “okay, well I gotta go.”

"You got some plans?” Eddie asks, furrowing his brows.

“Yeah, I have a date tonight.”

Eddie snorts, shaking his head. Wow. Classic Steve Harrington.

“Seriously, I thought you wanted to hang out with y/n?”

“Well she said no, so..”

“Jesus, is the same girl from last night?”

“No.”

At this point, Eddie shouldn’t even be surprised anymore but his eyes still widen “where do you even find all these girls?”

“Why? You want one?”

Eddie scoffs, shaking his head “no thanks man, I’m good.”

“Seriously, you never go on dates–” “I don’t wanna go on dates with random girls.”

“Well you could at least hook up with them,” Steve says “you need to get laid.”

Oh if he only knew.

“I don’t like hooking up with a bunch of random girls. I only want one,” Eddie mumbles, getting irritated with his friend. Eddie found his girl a long time ago already.

“Oh yeah? You got a girl I don’t know about?” Steve asks with a teasing tone in his voice.

Clenching his jaw, Eddie leans against the wall and stares into blank space.

Yes, there’s a girl. One that he shouldn’t like or want.

“No, I’m just saying.”

The phone call with Steve left a bitter taste in his mouth. Knowing that Steve is the one who has your heart angers him in ways he can’t even begin to describe. He doesn’t deserve you. He knows about your feelings and yet he doesn’t care, he parades his girls around, showing them off in front of you knowing the damage it does to you and your heart.

He spends all day thinking about it and about you. He knows he will never have your heart and despite the pain it causes him, he is okay with it. Unlike Steve who has made all the promises to you and gave you false hope, you didn’t do that to him. He knows what he got himself into, it’s not your fault. But something that angers him is knowing that you will end up with Steve sooner or later.

He can only hope that it will never happen but he knows he is a fool for hoping and wishing that you won’t fall into Steve’s arms the moment he calls for you.

A week has passed since the party at Eddie’s place and you did everything to avoid him which became more and more difficult as the days passed. You saw him at Steve’s place during movie night and he did everything to get your attention. Whenever he would walk past you, he would find a way to touch you, he would grab your waist or place his hand on your lower back. When you would reach for a snack, he would too and his hand would touch yours accidentally.

He was smug about the whole thing and he enjoyed teasing you this way. The smug look on his face almost seemed as though it was stuck permanently.

But things started to change when you went from avoiding to ignoring him. He stopped teasing you but he still did everything to get your attention. He looked at you with pleading eyes, he was desperate to be acknowledged by you and it was getting harder for you to keep ignoring him, to stay away from him. Every night you would lay awake, thinking about him. Your mind kept taking you back to the night with him. You felt many things, regret, guilt, shame but you also felt something else. The ache between your legs that was begging for relief, begging for his touch, again. Your own fingers could only do so much, you were craving him, his touch, his fingers.

How could Eddie make you feel so desperate and addicted already? It was embarrassing.

It’s a Friday night and instead of going to a party that your friends usually drag you to, you find yourself at Steve’s house again, instead of movies and popcorn you were having games and drinks tonight.

All night you could feel his eyes on you but you forced yourself to stay composed. ‘Don’t look at him, just don’t look at him.’ You kept telling yourself.

You distracted yourself by making conversation with Robin and Nancy, who for once didn’t exclude you from their conversation.

Eddie watches you with a soft smile on his face as you laugh at something Robin said but he can’t ignore the sadness that rushes through him. There is no hope in him. He didn’t expect you to rush into his arms and ask for more but he can’t help but feel disappointed.

The cold shoulder that you are giving him hurts more than he expected.

Eddie watches with anger in his eyes as Steve settles on the floor behind you, placing his hands on your waist, he pulls you back so you can lean your back against his chest.

Usually you would melt into his touch but you tense up and you make the mistake of looking at Eddie who watches you and Steve with an angry expression on his face. A weird feeling settles in your chest and you can’t even enjoy the feeling of Steve’s hands on your body.

“Hey dude,” Argyle whispers to Eddie as he scoots closer, offering him a joint but Eddie shakes his head, pushing his hand back.

“You okay man?” he asks.

Eddie clenches his jaw as Steve presses a kiss to your shoulder and whispers something in your ear, making you giggle.

God, he wants to punch him right now.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he mutters angrily.

Argyle snorts as he observes the situation– it’s what he has been doing for the past hour and he figured it all out already.

“So, what happened after the party?”

Eddie turns to him with a frown on his face “what do you mean?”

“With y/n,” he says, jerking his head in your direction. Eddie shakes his head as he’s about to come up with a lie “come on man, I’m not stupid. I see the way you look at her and she is really awkward around you, more awkward than usual and that just tells me that something happened. You either got into a nasty fight or you played hide the salami, if you know what I mean.”

Eddie snorts at his choice of words, shaking his head “nothing happened,” he mumbles without any effort to try and lie about it.

Argyle nods with a grin on his face, staring at him for a moment. Eddie looks away and takes a deep breath before a small smile appears on his face.

“So you creamed her donut,” Argyle laughs, nudging his shoulder.

“Dude, stop it,” Eddie groans.

He slapped his palm on his back “I’m proud of you man.”

“Why?” Eddie asks “it’s not like she wants me.”

Argyle throws his head back as a loud laugh leaves his lips, glancing at you, he sees you getting up, placing your glass on the table, you walk away, leaving the living room. He looks back at Eddie and leans closer “I’ve seen her looking at you and trust me, there’s definitely something, she’s just too hung up on Steve but you know, you can always change that,” he says, nudging his shoulder “go after her, I’ll distract the others,” he winks at him, wiggling his brows.

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head.

“Go,” he says, “you can thank me later.”

You stare into the mirror, your reflection staring back at you with a frown. You hate the way you thought of Eddie when Steve touched you just now, you hate the way you compared the touch of Steve’s hands to Eddie’s. You hate the way your eyes immediately searched for him when Steve pulled you into his arms.

One night was all it took to put you into this mess.

You are so fucked.

You take a deep breath and turn away, reaching for the doorknob, you open the door and step out of the bathroom when strong hands grab your waist and you’re pushed back into the bathroom “what–” your words die on your tongue as your eyes lock with Eddie’s. He closes the door behind him and locks it before he pushes you against the wall.

You hold your breath as you stare at him, feeling very nervous. His hands are still on your waist, he is so close, you feel his breath on your skin, the smell of cologne and cigarettes radiates off of him and in a weird way it brings you comfort.

“Why are you avoiding me?” he asks.

His eyes are so desperate, they are pleading, looking back at you with sadness but the tone in his voice is angry and demanding.

You take a deep breath “I’m not avoiding you,” you lie, avoiding his eyes.

“Bullshit,” he scoffs, gripping your waist even tighter as he steps closer to you, almost pressing his whole body against yours now “you don’t talk to me, you don’t look at me, you act like I’m not even there. You haven’t answered any of my calls either.”

You shrug, bouncing your leg as you feel yourself getting more nervous “I didn’t know you called.”

“Yes you did,” he mumbles “you knew it was me, that’s why you didn’t pick up the phone. Why are you ignoring me, y/n?”

“It’s not like we ever talk much to each other,” you shrug, looking down “and you never called me before so how could I know that it was you anyways?”

Eddie sighs, rolling his eyes “we do talk, even when I,” he pauses, taking a deep breath “even when I act like an asshole to you, you still greet me and look at me but now you can’t even do that.”

His words and the way he spoke them make you feel guilty.

“Hey, look at me.”

The tone in his voice is surprisingly gentle. He reaches his hand up to cup your face “look at me, y/n,” he repeats as he tilts your head up to make you look at him. His hand remains on your face even as you look into his eyes “do you regret it?” he asks.

Yes. Not because it was bad but because you couldn’t stop thinking about him now.

“Do you regret what we did that night?” he asks again as he strokes your cheeks and looks at you as though you are the prettiest thing he has ever laid eyes on.

You blink, unable to form a sentence or move, you just stare at him like a fool as you feel your knees getting weaker and weaker. He brushes your hair back and leans closer to you “because I don’t,” he whispers, testing the waters he kisses your cheek first and when you don’t push him off, he kisses your neck “I don’t regret it, I could never regret it.”

You hate the way you cave in so easily, sighing in pleasure, you close your eyes and tilt your head to the side as he continues to kiss you.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispers as he pulls your body against his “I can’t stop thinking about the way you moaned my name.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning. His lips feel so good on your skin, his voice sends shivers down your spine, it’s all you were thinking about this past week.

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you felt around my cock, it’s like your pussy was made for me,” he says as he begins to suck on your skin.

“Shit,” you curse, you feel dizzy and breathless. Your panties are dampening at his words already “Eddie.”

A grunt leaves his lips as he kisses his way up to your jaw, his palm slides down your body, placing it on your lower stomach, he pushes your shirt up a little “just like that, say my name.”

God, what is he doing to you?

“Eddie s-stop,” you whimper but the moan that leaves your lips as he pushes his hand under your skirt gives away that you want this, that you want him.

He smirks, grabbing your jaw roughly, he kisses the corner of your mouth “are you sure you want me to stop?” he asks as he places his fingers on your pussy, a smug look appears on his face when he feels your wetness seeping through the thin material of your panties.

No, you don’t want him to stop. He was all you could think about when you laid awake at nights.

“Shit, do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asks, looking into your eyes, he takes your hand in his and places it on his bulge. Your eyes widen and a gasp falls from your lips “you make my dick so fucking hard, baby.”

You did that to him?

The guilt and the regret that consumed you before suddenly vanished again. Right now, you want nothing more than to drop to your knees and pleasure him in ways only you can.

“Eddie,” you gasp, unable to stop yourself, you start to rub your palm up and down causing him to moan. Your breath hitches in your throat, you like it, the sounds he makes.

His dark eyes stare into you so intently, he whispers your name. His cheeks flush and another moan leaves his lips before he pulls your hand away, knowing that it won’t take long for you to make him cum even without being inside you.

“Do you want me?” he asks.

He starts to kiss your jaw again, rubbing your pussy through your panties.

“But our friends-”

“Won’t know that we’re here, you just gotta be quiet, can you do that for me?”

Your clit is throbbing, your skin feels hot, more moans fall from your lips and your body aches for more. You forget about everything, all that matters right now is him and his touch. You want him, you need him.

You nod, bucking into his hand “y-yes… Eddie, please, please I need you.”

That’s all it takes for him to push your panties to the side. His fingers move through your folds, he pushes a finger inside of you, coating his finger with your wetness before he pulls it back out and begins to rub your clit.

“O-Oh.. fuck,” you moan, throwing your head back against the wall.

Eddie watches your face contort into pleasure as he rubs circles on your throbbing clit “who got you this wet huh? Was it Steve when he kissed you here?” he asks as he moves his head down to kiss the spot on your shoulder that Steve kissed earlier “or was it when he pulled you into his arms?”

You shake your head wildly. Steve didn’t get you this wet, it was Eddie, it was all him.

“No?” he asks, slapping your pussy roughly. You gasp and open your eyes “n-no, it was you.”

“Yeah?” he smirks, groaning at the feeling of your wet pussy, his dick twitches in his pants, begging for relief “just me?”

You nod “j-just you,” you whisper, biting your lip, you look down as he slips a finger inside of your soaked entrance “Eddie.. fuck me..”

He smirks in satisfaction as he starts to fuck you with one finger, pushing it in and out of you at a slow and torturous pace, purposely teasing you. He wants to hear you whine and beg for his touch.

Moving your arms around his neck, you pull him closer, burying your face in his neck. Your lips meet his neck and he shudders, sighing in pleasure “please Eddie.. faster,” you whimper. His feelings feel so good inside of you but you need more.

He chuckles, slipping another finger inside of you, he continues to fuck you slowly with them, groaning as he feels you getting even wetter.

“Your pussy is soaking my fingers, shit,” he husks, his dick getting even harder when he feels you clenching around his fingers “tell me, did you touch yourself to the thought of me? Because I think of you all the fucking time. Just gotta look at the damn kitchen counter and all I see is me eating your pretty pussy,” he says, chuckling when you clench around his fingers yet again, whimpering as you cling to his body. He could get used to this.

“Guess that was a yes,” he murmurs, smirking “was it?”

“Yes– oh…” you moan as he begins to move his fingers at a brutal pace, pushing them in and out of you, making your pussy squelch.

Eddie grabs your leg and pushes it over his hip, holding it there as he continues to fingerfuck your pussy, loud moans leave your lips and you arch your back as you throw your head back against the wall.

“Shh, you gotta be quiet, baby” he whispers, “or do you want our friends to hear what a little slut you are for me?”

You shiver and whine at his words, squeezing around his fingers. He laughs “that turns you on huh? You wanna be caught?” he smirks.

The truth is he wouldn’t mind it; being caught, especially if it would be Steve who walked in on the two of you and saw how you are clinging to Eddie’s body, begging for his touch, begging for more as though you don’t have his fingers knuckle deep inside your cunt.

You are completely at his mercy, yet again. You’d let him do anything to you. Even with your friends in the house.

“You’re such an asshole, Eddie.”

He chuckles darkly, placing his thumb on your clit, you slap your hand over your mouth to cover the loud moans but he drags it away from your face, holding your wrist, he slams it against the wall “I’m an asshole? And why’s that?”

All your muscles tighten, your clit is swollen, your cunt is dripping as you’re getting closer and closer to your high. Eddie’s eyes are focused on your face, watching you with a lustful gaze.

“B-Because I can’t stop thinking about you either, did you put a spell on me when we fucked?”

He laughs at your words “nah, I just know how to fuck you the way you want to be fucked. That’s why you can’t stop thinking about me, right?”

He hopes to hear something else, he hopes to hear you say that you can’t stop thinking about him because you want him.

You bite your lip as you look into his eyes. No, it’s not just that but he doesn’t need to know that.

You’re about to speak up when he suddenly curls his fingers inside your tight walls and starts to rub your clit even faster.

He doesn’t want to hear you say that you only want him for this. He’d rather live with the delusional thoughts that he might have a small chance.

“Oh my god, Eddie,” you whimper, trying to contain your moans “shit… I’m gonna.”

“Cum for me, baby.”

He holds you tight as you come undone, letting you bury your face in his neck as you cum around his fingers.

Your quiet moans and whimpers send shivers down his spine. His dick strains against his jeans, making it harder for him not to bend you over the counter and fuck your brains out.

“Fuck me, Eddie.”

His eyes widen and he pulls back to look at you. Your cunt is still pulsating around his fingers, your legs are shaking and you look like a hot mess and yet you want more “shit, are you sure?”

You nod eagerly, he lets go of your wrist and you move your arms around his neck “please, I want your cock,” you whisper, leaning in, you kiss his neck teasingly “Eddie, please.”

He growls, pulling his fingers out of you he grabs your waist, not wanting to waste another second, he picks you up, placing you on the counter just like he did when he fucked you in his kitchen “we gotta make it quick–” you cut him off and grabs his face and slamming your lips against his, he moans as he kisses you back.

He knows it’s a mistake, kissing you, it’ll only be more difficult later on but he can’t resist you.

Your hands leave his face, sliding them down his body, you can feel him shivering against you. You unbuckle his belt and fumble with the button of his jeans before you push them down along with his boxers. Without breaking the kiss, you take his cock into your hand, teasingly stroking him. You smirk as he whimpers into the kiss.

“Shit, you love being a tease huh?” he breathes as he pushes your skirt up and pushes your panties to the side “come here,” he whispers.

Leaning your forehead against his, you put your hands on his neck as you look down, watching as he grabs your hips tightly before he slides his dick into you slowly. This time he slams his lips against yours to muffle both yours and his moans.

You place your hands on his waist as you push yourself closer to him. He holds you tight enough for his rings to leave indents on your skin but you don’t care, all you care about is his dick splitting you open.

You feel every inch of him, every vein. Waves of pleasure rush through your body. You claw at him, you moan for him, you pull him closer and closer, his kisses become sloppier, his moans get louder and everything just feels so good. You don’t care that your friends might hear you, you don’t care that Steve could walk in any moment.

He moans your name as you break the kiss in need for air “give me a moment,” he grunts “you’re fucking tight, baby.”

You watch his face as you clench around him, giggling when he glares at you “don’t do that, fuck. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“That quick?” you tease him.

He pulls out and thrusts back into you, you cry out and this time he slaps his hand over your mouth “you want your little boyfriend walking in and seeing his best friend fuck his girl like the little whore she is?”

Your eyes widen at his words, furrowing your brows, you shake your head.

“No?” he smirks, moving his hand away, you’re about to speak up, when he picks up the pace and thrusts into you faster than before.

You bite your lip, shutting your eyes, you dig your fingers into his sides “h-he… is not my boyfriend,” you manage to say.

“Oh but he thinks you are his,” he growls with an angry look on his face “what would he think if he saw this?”

“I don’t know, I don’t care right now,” you mumble, getting sick of talking about him when Eddie’s cock is moving so perfectly inside of you right now “now shut up and fuck me,” you grumble as you move your hips, meeting his thrusts as you clench around his dick.

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so…. perfect.. oh shit, oh fuck.” he moans, shutting his eyes for a moment “you’re really trying to make me cum already?”

You can’t help but smirk at him, leaning in, you latch your lips onto his neck, kissing and sucking on his skin. He grunts and moans as he pushes his hand into your hair, pulling it as he fucks you harder and faster.

You gasp at the feeling, holding onto him as he pounds your pussy hard enough for you to feel dizzy “f-feel so good, Eddie.”

He grabs your jaw and pulls you away from his neck, tilting your head down, you lick your lips as you watch his dick sliding in and out of your dripping cunt, sliding his hand down your body, he starts to rub your sensitive clit, making you moan and whimper, “look at how good you take it.”

His dick is glistening, covered in your cum and your juices “your pussy is soaking my dick, baby. You were made for me, your pussy was made for me, forget about Steve, he could never fuck you like this,” he mumbles breathlessly, his hips stutter as he feels himself getting close. Your walls spasm around him and you struggle to keep your eyes open as his thrusts get even harder and deeper.

His name leaves your lips in breathy moans “gonna cum, Eddie.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum around my dick like my good little slut?”

You nod.

He grabs your jaw again “say it, say you’re my good little slut.”

You look into his eyes, desperately “I-I’m your good… little slut.”

He smirks “good girl,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss to your lips “cum for me, baby.”

“Cum with me… cum inside me, please,” you whine as you stare into his eyes with a pleading look on your face.

“You want me to breed you, baby? Want me to fill you up with my cum till it’s dripping down your legs?” he grunts.

You only manage to nod, unable to form any words or sentences, you bury your face in the crook of his neck as he pushes you over the edge and you cum for the second time that night.

He grunts, pressing his lips against your shoulder, he mumbles something under his breath as he cums, spilling his seed inside of you.

He collapses against you, breathing heavily, he presses a soft kiss on your shoulder. For a moment, you don’t move, you don’t say anything, you just stay in each other’s embrace.

You can hear music, your friend’s laughter and Argyle’s loud voice booming through the house. As though cold water has been dumped on you, you straighten up, like you just remembered where you are and who’s bathroom you just fucked in.

Closing your eyes, you curse inwardly at yourself. You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this again and yet you did and you can’t even be mad at yourself. Not when he holds you and touches you as though you are the one thing he so desperately needs to survive.

He pulls his dick out and grunts at the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy “shit… baby, that’s fucking hot,” he smirks as he puts your panties back in place, tapping your clit, you gasp and jolt in surprise.

“Eddie,” you whine.

He chuckles, stepping away, he puts his boxers and jeans back on. You watch him, a concentrated look appears on his face as he fumbles with his belt. His puffy lips and the red cheeks make him look so adorable. How can you regret it when he looks like that?

Blinking, you look away. Pushing your skirt down, you jump off of the counter but your knees buckle and you almost fall. Eddie grabs your waist, keeping you up “whoa, you okay?” he chuckles.

“Yeah,” you breathe as a sudden shyness overcomes you. You look at him through your lashes, heart fluttering as he rubs circles on your skin. Looking at him now, feeling his touch now, feels so different from how it felt earlier “w-we should get back.”

He nods, disappointment flashing in his eyes. It looks like he wants to say something but instead he lets go of you once he is sure that you’re okay. He raises his hands up towards your face, brushing his fingers through your hair, he smooths your hair out and makes sure that your clothes are in place. Oddly enough, it’s a sweet action and you find yourself smiling at him.

You do the same for him, brushing your fingers through his curls, you fix his bangs.

Eddie smiles, your fingertips graze his skin and for a moment, he lets himself indulge in your touch before he forces himself to step away from you. His face falls at the thought of going back out there and watching you snuggle up to Steve again after what you just did with him.

He reaches for the doorknob but what he doesn’t expect is for you to pull him back. A look of confusion crosses his face but it quickly melts away as you push yourself against him and kiss him.

You sigh, leaning into his touch. His heart is about to burst in his chest. God, he really enjoys kissing you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble.

“For what?”

“For ignoring you,” you shrug.

Eddie grins, shaking his head “are you getting soft on me now, Sweetheart? It’s not like we ever talk much, right?” he asks, repeating your words from before.

You roll your eyes and step away from him.

“Hey,” he grabs your arm gently “it’s okay, just uh.. don’t ignore me, please? I can deal with that little attitude of yours and those eye rolls and everything but I hate when you act like I’m not there.”

Your eyes soften “I’m s–”

“You’re sorry, I know. If you don’t wanna do this again, just tell me. It doesn’t have to be awkward,” he says, pretending like his own words don’t make him feel sad. He doesn’t want this to be over so quickly.

You nod.

“But umm I really liked it.”

“I liked it too,” you smile, you touch his hand “okay we uh, we should get back now, we’ve been gone for way too long.”

Eddie chuckles as he unlocks the door “guess you’ll have to come up with a good explanation. Can’t wait to see you get all flustered.”

“Shut up,” you mumble as you walk out of the bathroom. You dread going downstairs.

“You go first,” Eddie says “I’ll tell them I went out for a smoke or something.”

You shake your head “let’s go together, they probably didn’t even notice that we’re gone.”

“Okay but if they ask where we were–”

“Then I’ll come up with something,” you say, rolling your eyes.

Surprisingly no one noticed yours or Eddie’s absence– Argyle did a good job at distracting them. His arm was around Steve’s shoulder as he animatedly told him a story that made him laugh, Jonathan nodding along.

Nancy and Robin were in their own little world as they talked to each other.

Argyle sees the two of you out of the corner of his eye, a relieved look crosses his face as he glances at Eddie.

You flop down on the couch and Eddie follows suit. Surprised by his action, you turn to look at him. You expected him to sit somewhere else and act less suspicious. You furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest, you look away. Eyes settling on Steve who looks at you now, a soft smile appearing on his face.

Your face falls a little, guilt creeps up in you and you sink into the sofa.

Eddie leans closer once Steve looks away from you “don’t worry, he doesn’t know that we just fucked in his bathroom,” he whispers in your ear “it’s gonna be our dirty little secret.”

He makes sure that no one is looking before he kisses your jaw softly. Smirking at the gasp that leaves your lips as you look around the room with a panicked expression on your face.

“Can you feel my cum dripping out of your pussy, baby?” he asks, placing his hand next to your thigh, his fingertips brush against your skin.

Your breath hitches in your throat, you turn towards him, his chocolate brown eyes and the little smile on his face make it very hard for you not to get mad right now.

“Are you gonna touch yourself later tonight?”

“Eddie!” you whisper.

He chuckles, leaning even closer, he licks his lips “can I watch?”

Rolling your eyes, you act like his words don’t have an effect on you “perv,” you mumble.

You stare at each other. The teasing smile reappears on his face again, his eyes are filled with mischief as they flicker between your eyes and your lips.

Eddie will never stop teasing you.

Steve sits down next to you and throws his arm around your shoulder. Placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek, you give him a small smile.

Eddie scowls as he watches the two of you, the insecurity sinks in again.

“Hey, what’s that?”

Eddie didn’t even notice Robin walking by, she stops next to him and looks down at him with a curious look on her face, poking his neck with her fingers “is that a hickey?” she exclaims with a grin on her face.

Eddie’s eyes widen, shaking his head.

“So you do have a girl?” Steve asks, leaning over you to look at his friend “look at you, Munson.”

Eddie turns to face him and glances at you.

Your eyes are wide and you look down, he almost wants to laugh, if your friends weren’t as drunk as they are, they would have definitely noticed your awfully suspicious behavior.

Steve grins as he pulls you even closer to him, not noticing how stiff you are.

“Who is it?”

“Yeah Eddie, I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” Robin smiles “it’s about time.”

You frown at her words, lips setting in a straight line as you glare at Robin. The little action doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie.

Is that jealousy on your face? No. It can’t be right?

“Who is it, man?” Steve asks again.

Eddie smirks at his friend “you wouldn’t like the answer, Steve.”

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slutforleeminho · 9 months

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touch me • hwang hyunjin

a little something since i haven’t been active

“please..” the plea was airy and could barely be heard, no louder than a whisper. “touch me.”

hyunjin had come home from work wearing his usual work attire, well fitted dress pants and a white button up shirt. his hair was fixed nicely before he left this morning but now it was loosely hanging from his scalp with a few flyaway hairs poking out.

nothing was really out of the ordinary except for his watch. you always knew you had in unhealthy obsession with hyunjins hands but something about that watch made you have one too many unholy thoughts. it just made him look so professional and put together. in other words you wanted to drag him to the bedroom and have him fing-

“what’s wrong, doll? you seem quiet, what’s on your mind?” he was opening the fridge to grab the unfinished bottle of wine from the night before. you couldn’t take your eyes off of the way his fingers wrapped around the glass he was pouring the red liquid into.

“oh uh nothing really. is that a new watch? i’ve never seen it before.” you tried to sound as nonchalant as you possibly could.

“oh this?” he held up his wrist to give you a better view. “my boss gifted it to me last week after a very long meeting. he said i “deserved it after having to sit through this hell” as if i don’t get paid to do that. anyways, why? does it look bad? damn i knew it didn’t suit me.” he flipped his hand over to unbuckle it and take it off.

“no!” you reached your hand out to stop him but quickly became self aware and stopped before touching him. he looked at you in confusion as he halted his actions. you cleared your throat and tried to come up with some kind of excuse for your outburst. “i mean.. no it looks good, you should wear it more often.”

he stayed silent for a moment, taking in your response and observing your body language. he tilted his head slightly to the right, looking you up and down while taking his bottom lip in between his teeth. before you could muster up something to say he circled around the kitchen island and walked straight up to you. when he was too close for comfort you took a step back, only to have your lower back press against the counter. he filled in the last couple feet in distance, leaning in and placing both his hand on either side of you on the counter. his face kept inching closer and closer to yours, you thought he was leaning in to kiss you until he swerved his head to the left, right next to your ear. “tell me what’s really on your mind, love.”

a shiver ran down your spine at his deep and raspy voice. hyunjin knew you had a thing for his hands but that didn’t make it any easier voicing your wants to him, but tonight was different, desire was bubbling in the pit of your stomach and the stickiness forming in your underwear couldn’t go unnoticed. “i- just- you know i-”

“baby,” he cut you off, his big palms cupped your cheeks. “it’s just me, you can tell me anything.” it was a sweet reassurance but there was a hint of teasing in his voice, leading you to assume he already knows what you want.

“you know what i want, hyun.”

“i do,” the warmth of his hands fell from your face but settled around you neck, not applying any pressure, just resting there. “but i want to hear you say it.” his gaze on you was hot and burning holes into you, he was awaiting your response and would not continue until you used your words.

“i want your fingers inside of me.” you didn’t feel embarrassed by your words cause you knew it was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” not wasting anymore time he immediately slipped his hand into your shorts, rubbing circles on your clothed clit. you gasped at the sudden feeling and gripped onto hyunjins biceps to steady yourself. he applied more pressure until your wetness was seeping through the thin material, making a mess out of you. he moved the crotch of your underwear to the side and brushed the tips of his fingers through your folds, collecting your essence to bring it to your clit and form little figure eights on it.

his ministrations already had your head spinning and breathing heavy, chest heaving in attempt to inhale as much oxygen as possible. as good as everything he was giving you felt, you still felt empty and wanted more. “please..” you had to pause to catch your breath and collect yourself before speaking again, although he wasn’t making it easy by brushing his lips against your neck and then sucking harshly on your sensitive skin. a moan slipped past your lips and just like that you couldn’t remember what it was that you wanted. but he did.

his middle finger circled your entrance a couple of times before slowly pushing in to fill you. your walls clenched around him and your head fell onto his shoulder as a stream of curse words and moans escaped from you. he pumped it in and out of you at just the right pace and entered a second one once you adjusted. he was hitting all your good spots and curling them at just the right times making you weak in the knees. his left hand was placed right above the curve of your ass, guiding you to fuck yourself on his fingers.

“does that feel good, baby?” your weak nod was the only response. “ i bet it does, i can feel that you’re close. why don’t you just come all over my hand hmm? make a mess everywhere, doll. i want you to.” every muscle in your body tensed up as your orgasm hit you hard, the hot white pleasure making you shake in his arms. you could feel the consequences of your orgasm start to run down your inner thighs and you just knew you had ruined the watch that had made you this needy in the first place. once your muscles relaxed and hyunjin pulled his fingers out of you, both of your legs gave out. he held you up by his arm that was already wrapped around you and pulled you flush against his chest. out of the corner of your eye you saw him bring the fingers that were just stuffed inside of you to his mouth, taking each one in between his lips and licking them clean, and just as you suspected.. the watch was covered in your release. afterwards bringing that arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“all better, love?” he kissed the crown of your head.

“all better.”

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tkaulitzlvr · 8 months

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lots of tom angst🙏🙏

DID YOU MEAN IT? - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you and tom are strictly friends with benefits. but when he says something that goes against that, you try to get to the bottom of it, changing whatever you both were forever.

content: little bit of smut, but mainly angst.

a/n: thank you for requesting this i love love loveee reading and writing angst, i hope you enjoy!!

my hands rake down his back, the pain causing him to wince slightly, yet it only increases his stamina as he thrusts in and out of me at an even faster pace.

my mind is hazy, failing to focus on anything else besides the way his tip repeatedly hits my g-spot, reminding me that nobody else can make me feel the way he can, as much as my conscience tries to convince me otherwise. his hands hold my waist, kneading the flesh roughly, giving him a better hold of me, the way his thumbs dig into me definitely leaving marks. however the only thing on our minds is finding the release that we so desperately crave, our need to chase the familiar feeling only increasing with each strong thrust, his pelvis meeting mine with just as much desire as the first time this happened.

it always amazed me how we could act like this, so completely connected, both physically and mentally, only bothered about pleasing each other in this moment, nothing else mattering but caring for one another in the most intimate way possible. this was the only time we would feel this way, tom being inside me lit a fuse that could only be ignited when our bodies were against each other, emitting sounds from our mouths that nobody else would ever hear, secrets of our unknown intimacy kept in the most unholy way imaginable. but when i wasn’t inside his hotel room, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to me, we were nothing but mutual friends, only seeing each other when we had to, at events which we were forced to attend, everyone around us completely unaware of the screams that would escape my mouth time and time again from the smallest dose of the addiction that is his touch.

which is why, each time he bottoms out into me, fucking me as if we are blinded by love and not lust, my mouth hangs open, no sounds able to escape, lost in a blur of pleasure and desperation. but i knew that once this was over, i would come back into reality, leaving his hotel room just as fast as i had entered it, waiting for the next time i would crave his touch again or, in most cases, he would crave mine, and i would find myself back in the same position that i am in now.

and i didn’t mind it. what tom and i had was convenient for me - it gave me the short term pleasure i needed, without the heavy constraints of a relationship, something that i knew i wasn’t ready for. i had ruled out anything serious and, with the way that tom had insisted that we couldn’t catch feelings from the get-go, i was satisfied with the weekly hookups when tom was around. the freedom of being able to sleep with other people, another rule that we both had mutually agreed on, stopped me from getting attached, my mind and body on someone else’s before i could even think about missing him. how could i have caught feelings? tom was on tour for months, sleeping with any girl with a decent enough body that would fall at his feet, his fame and good looks meaning that in every country, no matter where, he would have no issue finding a girl willing to have sex and leave - so it wasn’t like he needed me as a long term fuck buddy, yet he still kept me around, and i liked it.

he was hitting all the right angles, my mouth no longer able to hold back the sounds as they pour from my lips, low whines sounding throughout the room above his almost inaudible grunts.

“fuck i’m close.” i manage to let out, clenching around him as he nods his head, never slowing down.

“i know…me too.” he mutters, resting his head in the crook of my neck and starting to plant soft and slow kisses there.

his dick starts to twitch, this being enough to trigger my release as i let out a loud moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head with each movement.

“god…i love you.” tom lets out, his breathing uneven as he releases inside of me, riding out both our highs.

i freeze, my body unable to move as he is too lost in pleasure to even begin to think about what he had just said, let alone begin to study my reaction, yet it is the only thing on my mind. he had never uttered those three words to me, no circumstance ever needing him to, the fact that we were nothing but fuck buddies making the idea of confessing our love completely crazy, at least to me.

he collapses on top of me, catching his breath and slowly pulling out, rolling over and grabbing a cigarette from his bedside table, lighting it and bringing it to his pink lips. he is acting like nothing has happened, as if he hasn’t just confessed his love to me, absent mindedly smoking whilst my head is spinning, thinking of every possibility that could have caused him to even think about saying those words, knowing that he was the one to be so strict about catching feelings. i couldn’t think of a way to bring it up, the thought of the conversation completely terrifying me. hey tom, you kinda just confessed that you love me, and if you didn’t mean it we can just let it go and move on?

there was no way to address what he had said without creating unwanted tension, so i sat silently, staring at the wall, refusing to look at him and waiting for him to start a conversation. he leans over, putting his cig out before clearing his throat.

“hey, thanks for coming at such short notice by the way, sorry it was really random but i got back off tour earlier today and i just wanted to see you…kinda missed having you around.” he admits, turning to face me.

“you missed me?” i scoff, a sarcastic laugh escaping my mouth as i pull on my panties and bra, returning to my spot on one side of the double bed whilst he sits at the other.

“what, am i not allowed to miss you?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“i don’t know, it’s just kinda weird. we never really see each other unless you want to fuck.” i reply, sensing that the conversation is turning sour.

“that’s not true.” he begins, his voice raising as he quickly becomes defensive. “whenever i try talk to you, you tell me to cut the bullshit and get straight to the point if i want to fuck.”

“you never exactly say no though? name one time we’ve met up and it hasn’t lead to this.” i remark, gesturing to our situation, me in only my lingerie, and tom completely naked, only the messed up white sheets covering his lower half, his upper completely on show, his dreads tied up in their usual ponytail.

“i don’t have much choice do i? all i am is a quick fuck to you, aren’t i?” he questions, hurt evident on his face.

“is that not what this whole thing is? or am i just making up the entire conversation where you made sure that we were nothing but a quick fuck to eachother? you made it crystal fucking clear that we couldn’t catch feelings tom, i don’t understand where this is all coming from.” i fire back, not understanding this entire conversation and where it is headed.

“that was months ago. was it not?” he starts. “i think you and i both know that if i was just after a quick fuck, i could get it pretty fucking easily.”

a heavy silence lies in the air, only thickening as i stay quiet, trying to find the right words to say, not looking to worsen things, though he is clearly asking for an argument.

“did you mean it?” i ask, finally meeting his eyes for the first time.

“mean what?”

“i heard what you said before tom. i don’t know if you expected me to ignore it or forget about it but that’s not gonna fucking happen. so did you mean it?” i repeat, becoming tired of the way he says so much, yet he reveals basically nothing.

“i don’t know.” he says simply, breaking our eye contact and looking straight downwards into his lap.

“the fuck do you mean you don’t know? you had the balls to say it in the first place and now you’re saying you’re not sure? it takes a lot of nerve to confess that you love me, can you stop playing it off and just answer me?” i shout.

“i don’t know, okay? what, you want me to lie to you? it just slipped out, i didn’t-”

“what now you never even meant to say it in the first place? you expect me to just stand here and wait until you know, so you can fuck with my head some more? you’re unbelievable tom.” i scoff, picking up my clothes and hurriedly putting them on, walking out onto the balcony and resting my arms on the ledge, tom’s rushed footsteps quickly coming towards me as he stops, standing beside me.

“you and i both know it’s not like that.”

“do i? it looks like i really don’t fucking know a lot! you’re really messing with my mind right now tom, you tell me pretty sternly that i cant catch feelings and now you’re stood in front of me telling me that you don’t know if you love me or not? after months of us having quick sex whenever it’s convenient for us.”

he pauses, opening his mouth to speak, yet no sounds comes out.

“jesus christ do you really think it’s just sex?” he finally asks.

“i don’t know what to think anymore! seems like everything i thought i knew turns out to be a huge fucking lie.” i remark, failing to see how we are getting anywhere as i am only left even more confused than i was.

“if it was just sex, why would i have kept you around for this long? i could’ve gotten ‘just sex’ from anyone. i’ve tried to get you to see that, but you shut me out! you back out and take it as me wanting a fuck, when i just want to spend time with you.” he responds, clearly becoming more and more agitated.

“god do you even hear yourself right now? you talk about me like i’m some possession, that i should be grateful you’ve ‘kept me’ for this long! well, i’m not tom. i’m pissed, and i’m fucking allowed to be. don’t act shocked when i take you making conversation for wanting to hook up, that’s what it was always meant to be. i’m not gonna sit here and wait for you to decide how you feel. i just- i cant. sorry if that’s not the answer that you wanted to hear, but i just can’t.” i say, losing my patience faster and faster by the second, the more shitty excuses he attempts to make only leave me more agitated.

“i get it, but you’re asking me to make my mind up right now. that’s a crazy ask, you know?” he asks, his voice now a little calmer than it was before.

“then why did you say it in the first place, hm? don’t get pissed off at me for wanting an answer as if the words didn’t come out of your mouth.” i shoot back, his selfishness coming through more than anything else.

“i’m not trying to make this any harder on you, but this shit isn’t easy on me either!” he replies, leaning his head backwards and letting out a shaky sigh.

“easy on you? jesus christ how the fuck do you find a way to make this about you? you know what, maybe we should just call this whole thing off, it’s clearly turned into something that it’s not, that it just can’t be. it’s better for both of us.” i finally say, turning back into the hotel room, leaving tom alone on the balcony as i hurriedly grab my things.

“stop! fuck- just wait a second.” tom panics, rushing back inside and attempting to grab my wrist, looking into my eyes.

i study his features for a second. his eyes, soft, yet way deeper than the intense outburst of emotion that he let show, stare pleadingly into mine. i notice the glassy tint that settles over the hazel, this side of him both enticing and scaring me. his skin, smooth and inviting, something that i have only seen in moments of intimacy when it is pressed against mine, something that i have never had the chance to properly gaze at until now, lets a single tear drop onto it, tinting it’s glow with a small giveaway of his agony. his lips, warm and inviting, a part of him that i have gotten to know so well, unable to count the amount of times they have been pressed against mine in moments of reciprocated lust, are parted slightly, letting heavy breaths escape them, longing to spew out his feelings, yet they hold back.

i take a final look, knowing that it is the last time i will see these features up close.

“it’s over. bye tom.”

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way-of-eywa · 3 months

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Hearts in Training

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Human Reader

Wordcount: 2.998

Genre: slight angst(?), fluff

A/N: I'm just getting back into writing after a long time. Obsessed with Avatar atm, and seeing these Challenges going around sparked some inspiration, so here it is. This will be my first post on this blog and I hope it's readable and enjoyable for you guys. There will be use of (Y/N). Feel free to let me know what you think or if I'm missing something.

This is for Day 1 of the #Crybabies14DOL2024.

You were hanging out with Lo'ak on the beach near Awa'atlu village. You were lying on your back, having eyes closed and enjoying the happy squeaking sounds the Ilus made, the sound of the sea, the soft noises the waves made, crashing against high, towering cliffs. In the distance, you could hear other people talk and laugh. A smile spread on your lips.

"What you smiling at?", Lo'ak asked, curiosity swinging in the undertone. "Thinking about him?" You could hear the tease in his voice, which cracked slightly. "Huh?" was all you managed to say. You opened your eyes to your right, where your best friend sat, leaning backward and holding himself up on his elbow. "Oh, you heard me!" A smirk plastered on his face. A feeling of being caught in something [unholy, forbidden] rushed through your body. "What do you mean?" trying to play the innocent card, you sat up straight, trying to look everywhere else but at that tall blue Na'vi.

„(Y/N), really? Come on, It's obvious", he stated and sat up straight too. "The crush you have on my big brother." In protest, you gasped and quickly turned to him to talk back, but Lo'ak threw his hands up. "No allegation. Just an observation." Dang it, you thought. Was it really that obvious? You were indeed crushing on your best friend's brother, Neteyam. This fact alone already sucked, but what made it even worse was the fact that he was trying to teach you how to use a bow and some other basic hunting skills. The few lessons you already had, ever since the Sullys had moved to the East Coast, taking you with them, were tiring. Not alone the fact that aiming simply seemed like a task your brain couldn't really figure out how it was done, but also how nervous you were near him, unable to think straight or continue doing whatever task you happened to work on right before he was there.

Lost in thoughts, you stared at the ground and sighed, pulling your legs to the chest, wrapping your arms around them, and resting your chin on the knee. Finally, looking up at Lo'ak. Two of his braids were falling over his face, caused by tilting his head to the site. "Is it really that bad?" your voice was no more than a slight whisper. There was still a tiny spark of hope inside you that this wasn't the case, but the look in his big yellow eyes said enough, and he smiled apologetically. "Do you think he knows?" with a shaky voice, you asked the question that lingered on the top of your tongue. Your best friend thought about it for a second. Then he frowned and then slowly shook his head. "Nah, I don't think so. He might be the older one, but not necessarily the smarter", he joked and showed his white teeth with a big grin.

Then, from one second to the next, Lo'ak's smile vanished from his face, his ears dropping a bit, his tail swayed a little less relaxed from side to side, and he looked pretty serious. "Speaking of…" Right when the boy next to you wanted to say something, you could already hear someone call for you, and that someone put a harsh tone on. "F-" You caught yourself before you started swearing. Having a relaxing time with your bestie made you forget… "Too late to run?" you breathed and didn't dare to move a single muscle as if you were the prey, trying to hide from the predator, hoping not moving made you magically invisible. "Yeah"

"(Y/N), I was looking for you everywhere!" Neteyam's husky voice was loud and clear when he came to a halt before you, blocking the sun from your sight. He slightly leaned over you and squinted his eyes in disappointment while stemming his hands on his hips.

"You're late…again", he growled, and it was easy to tell how annoyed he was. His ears were pinned against his head, and the way his tail moved furiously around. "I'm so sorry, Neteyam." Jumping to your feet, apologizing. The older one shook, barely noticeable his head and made a clicking sound with his tongue. If you had these cat-like ears and a tail, both would be as close to your body as they could be to express how bad you felt.

"I thought you wanted to learn to defend yourself and use a bow. Listen, if you don't want to learn…" - "It's my fault bro", interrupted the younger one his brother, standing up. Compared to you, a human, both were giants, yet in comparison to each other, Lo'ak was half a head smaller than Neteyam. "I was distracting her. Wanted to have a swim and needed some advice. Pressing his lips to a thin line, the older yellow eyes returned to his younger brother. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second before he turned his attention back to you, asking if you guys wanted to start training now, to which you nodded yes. Neteyam seemed to relax a bit before he nodded toward the nearby forest. "Let's go then," he said, and he started walking. You were quick to follow him, leaving Lo'ak behind. __________________________________________________

"Okay, okay. Try again! The last one wasn't that bad. You improved definitely", sending you an encouraging smile while not completely sounding sure of it. You appreciated the comforting words regarding your almost nonexistent skill of shooting an arrow. Neteyam had marked a few trees as targets with differences in height & distance. Most of the time, you missed a fairly wide range around the targets that are on focus.

He nods his head towards the target, meaning for you to shoot. You took a deep breath in, holding the bow into place. Pulling the string back, the back of your hand touching your cheek. Holding the arrow between your pointer finger and middle finger. You could feel his presence on your back and how he softly let his fingers glide over the skin of your forearm, holding the arrow in place and correcting your position. Feeling a little overwhelmed by the touch of his four-fingered hands, trying to ignore the tingling sensation that spread through your body, you closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. "Good, just like that," he whispered in your ear. You could feel his breath on your neck and you slightly shuttered. Without realizing it, when turning your head to look at him barely, you let go of the string, and the arrow landed somewhere between two bushes.

With every missed shot, your frustration grew, and you complained about how this didn't make sense, and it was a waste of time, which wasn't helpful with the tension between the two of you. "Maybe if you would take this whole thing more seriously, practice more, and actually show up on time," he snapped back and crossed his arms over his chest while leaning against a tree behind you. Holding your stance, you turned your head back to him, eyebrows almost touching. "I am trying! As if I don't have any other things to do." Trying to defend yourself, your voice got a bit louder. Neteyam huffed, ears pointed back. "Right. Hanging out with Lo'ak must be so tiring for you that you can't take the time for practice. Poor (Y/N)", his voice oozed in sarcasm. You stared at each other with dislike, noticing how his tail infinitely wagging in every direction possible.

Your grip on the bow tightened while your stomach felt like it got eaten by a wormhole. Him pulling the Lo'ak card took you by surprise. Yes, Lo was your best friend. Yes, you did spend time with him, but you hadn't had that in a while, before that. Since Kiri had that seizure while connecting to the spirit tree in the Cove of the Ancestors, you had helped Max & Norm research the cause. Neteyam actually knew that, but apparently, he didn't care. Just as you opened your mouth to point that out, he spoke and his voice was cold and distant. "I have better things to do than trying to teach your incompetent ass something you don't seem to care about. What a waste of time." The last part was almost a whisper, as if he didn't mean to say it out loud. Shocked, your eyes open wide. Now that was really mean. The anger that had built up was instantly replaced by a stinging pain in your chest. It hit so hard that your eyes burned, and your vision blurred.

For a second, you couldn't move. Your body felt like it weighed tons, pulling towards the ground and keeping you in place. Not wanting him to see you cry and how much he just had hurt you, you let your head drop and looked somewhere else. Not really seeing much more than colored blobs. Neteyam had noticed. Yet, instead of calming down, he got more angry. Most of this was directed towards himself but he let it out on you. Partly because you were the reason why he was so frustrated. He liked you. A human, but that wasn't the problem. Even though his mother wouldn't enjoy that part. He was the oldest. He was next in line to become Olo'eyktan. He had to be this perfect son and warrior. He was expected to watch his little bro constantly and is responsible for his actions. They were like yin and yang, the complete opposite of the other. He didn't understand how and why you would enjoy time with Lo'ak more than with him. At least he tried to help you improve and learn how to survive and fight. What did Lo'ak teach you? Or was exactly that the problem?

Neteyam couldn't believe what happened and turned around and lowered his head, covering his face with one hand and rubbing his eyelids while letting out a deep breath. "What the heck, bro!?" Both of you flinched at the unexpected voice and turned in that direction. There he was; Lo'ak. He quickly glanced at you before staring furiously at his older brother. Just for a second, you wondered how much Lo'ak happened to hear, then without intention, you dropped the bow, and your short legs ran as fast as they could, away from that situation, away from him. _________________________________________________________

Not sure how long you ran, you just knew that with every second you got faster and faster, out the woods and along the beach, past the village marui. And it felt good. You didn't want to stop. The only thing that mattered now was putting one foot in front of the other. Something you could do. Moving set your mind on a break.

It only lasted so long, till you got tired & your moves got a little sloppy, resulting in stumbling over your feet and falling face-front in the sand. Heavy breathing you turned onto your back. Luckily, you had a mask for breathing, so you had no trouble with sand ending up in your nose, mouth, or eyes. The glass fogged up while your breath slowly calmed down. For a while, you just stared at the already-setting sky. Calming down, your mind started playing again and went through every word Neteyam said, the way he acted. Like you were such a pain in the ass. It was his idea to teach you. Stuff like that wasn't your thing, but it meant spending time with him, and that was something you were really interested in. If you had known that it was so hard for you to understand the basics or execute the right pose, it would be so embarrassing and humiliating for you. Not being able to concentrate cause all you could focus on was how he moved. The look in his eyes. The way he smiled, moved, talked.

The lump in your throat prevented you from taking a breath, causing you to twitch till you finally let out a loud sob, which turned into a small scream. The force it took to let that out had massive pressure on your head and eyes. Feeling like they were about to explode. __________________________________________________________

In the meantime, you weren't aware that Neteyam finally came back down to Pandora & his senses. While he usually was the taller, older one lecturing his younger brother, it was different; Neteyam shrunk a couple of inches, tail tucked between his legs, ears flat against his head. Guilt was written on his face. Lo'ak shook his head in disappointment & stood tall, head high, in front of his brother. "Why you acting like such a skxawng? What's wrong with you?"

Neteyam looked like he got a few years older in a matter of a few minutes. He let himself slide down on a tree nearby and closed his eyes. Lo'ak waited for his brother to answer his question, but he didn't plan to answer anytime soon, so he sat beside him. He wouldn't leave before he finally talked to him about it. For a few minutes, they just sat there in silence. "So?" The older one took a deep breath and opened his mouth. __________________________________________________________

The next few days, Neteyam tried to find a moment to talk to you, but you managed to stay out of his way. Every time he was close or entered the room you happened to be in, you quickly left. The talk with Lo'ak was helpful, and now he wishes to apologize. His younger brother's words lingered in his mind. "Go apologize. You seriously have to talk to her. You messed up big times."

With time passing, the motivation and optimistic view that you would forgive him and the hope that it wasn't that bad faded. He had just returned from training with his dad and was now strolling on the beach, wishing for some quiet time to think and relax. His gaze was directed towards the ocean. He missed his home, the forest, the Omaticaya clan but he had to admit that it wasn't that bad here. His feet carried him to the cave where you, the sully, and Metkayina kids used to hang out a while ago when everything and everyone were still on somewhat good terms.

Lost in thoughts he didn't notice that someone was already hanging out there. Only when he was standing right in front of that person, you. It took him a minute to realize you were actually sitting there, and he wasn't imagining that cause if that was the case, you would look more happy. Not having such puffy, red eyes. Your face was swollen from dehydration, which was a result of your constant and unstoppable crying sessions. You still felt miserable ever since the argument.

On the other hand, you had noticed Neteyam right away when he entered the cave. Yet you didn't show any signs of trying to leave as quickly as before, yet you turned away from facing Neteyam. Without saying a word he sat down next to you. No one said anything for a while until a breathy "I'm so sorry" left his lips. Waiting for him to continue, you sat silently, taking a deep breath. "I was frustrated and let it out on you. I'm sorry. What I said was wrong. It's just that.. that I'm.." He struggled with finding the right words. He closed his eyes briefly, fiddling with his fingers before looking at you. "I fell in love with you and got jealous about being so good friends with Lo'ak and spending so much time with him."

Surprised, your lips parted a bit, and you quickly shot a quick gaze at him. Was he serious? Your heartbeat made a jump. You stared at him. He stared back at you. "Really?" questioning, you raised your eyebrows. He gulped and nodded slightly. Feeling ashamed of opening up and telling you how he truly felt, he quickly guided his eyes to the horizon where it was about to dawn. "I thought when I help you train, we could spend time together and show you how I feel about you. But you seemed to care less and less about it."

"Well… I was excited at first, but then you got meaner and stressed about taking the time for that when I clearly don't have the skill to perform", you answered honestly. "Being around you makes me nervous and it seems like I'm not good and…" Your voice was shaky. "You know, we used to be friends too, but then you had so much training and were focused on that. So I agreed to the training with you, to spend more time with you."

Trying to make eye contact, you leaned forward to gather his attention. He finally looked back at you. "I know… I'm sorry." apologizing again, he picked his skin on his finger. Seeing how nervous he was right now, you slowly put your hands on his to stop him from doing that. A soft smile appeared on your lips, which Neteyam returned. "I didn't mean to neglect our friendship." His voice sounded husky. The stare between your eyes got deeper and longer, and without you guys noticing, your faces got closer. "I'm sorry," he whispered slowly while intertwining your fingers with his. His tail softly tapping your leg. Your cheeks turn into a soft pink. "Stop apologizing. I got it", you said in a jokingly serious tone.

"How about we do something tomorrow.. something fun" he burst out. "As friends," he added and slightly squeezed your hand. The soft smile on your lips grew, and you nodded. "That sounds good," you replied back. "What do you have in mind?" Now it was his smile that grew a bit devilish. "You'll see," was all he replied, his tail wagging more in excitement. There wasn't much space between your faces by now; only your mask kept some space between your faces.

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