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yuutx · 14 days

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌 ! (𝒪𝒦𝒦𝒪𝒯𝒮𝒰 𝒴𝒰𝒰𝒯𝒜)

okkotsu yūta x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ praise kink ﾉ orgasm denial ﾉ size kink ﾉ mentions of tummy bulge ﾉ handjob ﾉ yūta's first time ( loss of virginity ) ﾉ msub + fdom ﾉ not proofread ! ૮Ꮚ ⸝⸝´ ٥ ˋ⸝⸝ ꒱ა

hai friends ! hope u r all doin' well ! here 2 bless u all with sum sub! yūta content ! i jus' couldnt stop thinkin' 'n daydreamin about him all day . . i had 2 write something ! art credits go to @/sso_s__ on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

His hands were fidgeting with the sheets, the material bunching up around his fingers. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, his eyes wide and full of lust as he watched you strip off your clothes, revealing your bare breasts, your soft curves. He couldn't tear his gaze away from you, mesmerized by the sight of your body, his mouth practically watering as he watched you step closer to him, your hips swaying seductively.

"So cute.." You whispered, crawling onto the bed, straddling his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, "My sweet, sweet Yuuta.." You murmured, cupping his cheek, caressing his skin. Yuuta leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly. "Can I touch you, sweetheart?" You asked, placing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

" Please.." He whispered, his cheeks flushing pink. You smiled softly, stroking his hair, your fingertips brushing against the shell of his ear, tracing along the edge of his jaw. Your eyes met his, your hand moving lower, down the side of his neck, across his collarbone, and over his chest, your palm resting over his heart. "Mmhmm, so soft.." You hummed, feeling the erratic beat of his heart.

Yuuta swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing, his breath hitching when you began to slowly move your hips, grinding yourself against him, teasing him. You could feel his hardness pressing into your thigh, the bulge growing more prominent with each roll of your hips. "So big, aren’t you, angel? I can feel it.." You cooed, a sultry smile curving your lips.

He let out a shaky breath, his fingers digging into the fabric of the sheets, his knuckles turning white. His eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan slipping past his parted lips, his hips jerking involuntarily. You giggled softly, leaning down and kissing him gently, tasting his lips. He tasted sweet, like honey, vanilla, and you couldn't help but moan softly, pulling him closer.

He whimpered against your mouth, his hands releasing the sheets, sliding up your legs, then settling on your waist. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, Yuuta.." You breathed against his lips, your hands trailing down his sides, caressing his skin. He shivered beneath your touch, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at you, his breathing labored. "So pretty.. So perfect.." You whispered, cupping his face. "My beautiful boy.." You murmured, pressing your forehead against his. He whimpered softly, his lips parting, his eyes falling closed, his cheeks rosy with color. You smiled tenderly, pecking his nose. "Relax for me, sweetheart." You murmured. "Let me.." Your fingers danced along the hem of his pants, dipping underneath the material. "Take care of you."

He bit his lip, his hips twitching, his thighs trembling, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "You're so hard.." You said softly, your fingers curling around his length, stroking him slowly, teasing him, coaxing him, before pulling his boxers down, freeing his throbbing erection. You gasped softly, your eyes widening, taking in the size of him. You hadn't expected him to be so big, so thick, but there it was, standing tall, proud, and eager. "Oh my, Yuuta, you're huge.." You murmured, unable to keep your hands to yourself, your fingertips stroking him, tracing the length of him, feeling every vein, every ridge, and every throb.

His mouth fell open, his head lolling back against the pillows, a strangled moan spilling from his lips, his body writhing, his hips thrusting upwards. "Mmm.. So responsive.." You said, licking your lips, your own arousal beginning to seep out of you, dampening the inside of your thighs. "Are you sensitive, baby?" You asked, stroking his shaft.

"Y-yes, oh God.." He stammered, his muscles tensing, his body quivering. "It's too much, I can't-" He cried out, his cock throbbing, his orgasm already so close. "No, no, no, not yet, love.." You soothed, letting go of his length. "You can't be cumming already.." You murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. "We've barely started.." You said, wrapping your fingers around him again, your thumb stroking the head, swirling the beads of precum, teasing the slit, making him gasp, his hips bucking wildly. "So close, so close, so close, so close.." He panted, his cock pulsating, twitching, his balls tightening. You chuckled lowly, leaning down and whispering in his ear. "Be a good boy and hold it in.." You murmured, kissing the side of his neck, sucking and biting, marking him. He whimpered, his hips stilling, his cock straining, the veins protruding, his body tense, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open. You smiled, pulling away from him, watching as his orgasm ebbed away, leaving him gasping for air.

"Is my angel a virgin? Do you not touch yourself?" You questioned, continuing to stroke his length, keeping him on edge, refusing to let him cum. His heavy balls were full of his seed, aching for release, needing to spill their contents. "N-no.." He moaned, his hands fisting the sheets, his head shaking back and forth. "Ne-never had t-time.." He managed to choke out, his chest heaving, his eyes watering. "Oh, Yuuta, what a shame.." You pouted, your thumb circling his tip, rubbing the underside, your fingers lightly massaging his balls. "You're so pent up, sweetheart.." You nuzzled his cheek, peppering his jaw with kisses. "So heavy.. They're aching, aren't they? I can feel them.." You crooned, tugging on his swollen sac. He let out a strangled cry, his cock jerking violently, a thick glob of precum oozing out of his tip. "O-oh please.. P-please.." He begged, tears running down his cheeks, his eyes glassy with desire. "I can't.. I need to cum.. It hurts.." He whined, his body trembling. "Please, please, please.. I can't.." He sobbed, his voice breaking, his cock throbbing harder than ever.

"Poor baby.." Pausing, you released him once more, letting him come down from his high. He groaned in frustration, his hips rocking, his cock twitching. "I can't, I can't, I can't, please, please, please.." He rambled, his hands reaching out to grab you, trying to pull you closer. You took pity on him, moving to straddle his lap, pressing his length against your belly, the tip of him peeking out from under your breasts. "It's okay, angel, it's okay.. 'm gonna make you cum.." You promised, guiding his cock between your sticky folds, coating him in your slick. He keened, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, his hips rutting, desperate for friction. "Ssshhh, just a little longer.." You soothed, lowering yourself onto his throbbing shaft, sheathing him completely, an ever so slight bulge appearing in your abdomen. "Fuck.." You breathed, your walls fluttering around him, squeezing him tightly, milking him. "Feel good, sweetheart?" You asked, cupping his chin. "S-so g-good.." He stammered, his hips rolling, his cock throbbing. "Mmm, good.." You purred, slowly lifting yourself off of him, only to slam back down, the force of it causing you to jolt forward, your breasts bouncing. "O-oh.. O-oh god.." He gasped, his eyes widening, his jaw dropping. "Does that feel good?" You asked, repeating the motion, his tip kissing your cervix, stretching your walls to their limit.

"Y-yes, oh, god yes!" He whined, his back arching, his legs spreading wider, giving you better access. "F-faster.." He panted, his cock weeping, his balls pulsating. You complied, picking up the pace, slamming yourself down onto his length, riding him with wild abandon. Every bounce caused your breasts to jiggle, colliding with his chest, your rosy buds dragging against his skin. He sobbed, his head tossing from side to side, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth hanging open, drool trickling down his chin. "G-gonna, gonna, gonna, oh god, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" He babbled, his length twitching inside of you, his body quaking, a long awaited orgasm rising to the surface. "Hhhgghh.. cum, cum, cum, cum, cum.." He heaved, his entire body going rigid, his muscles locking up, his cock erupting, a stream of cum gushing from his tip, flooding your insides, his balls emptying themselves. You moaned, clenching around him, drawing more of his seed from his spent shaft, his length spurting a few more times, painting your walls with gooey ropes of pearly white, an abundance of the sticky substance overflowing and dripping out of you, soiling the sheets. "Oh, fuck.." He cursed, his hands grabbing onto your waist, moving you up and down his shaft, milking his length. "S-so good.. S-so good.." He sobbed, his body convulsing, his orgasm tearing through him, your own high following close behind, your juices coating his pelvis. He whimpered, his cock finally going limp, his balls drained. He collapsed against the pillows, panting heavily, his heart racing.

You moved his hair out of his face, caressing his cheeks, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, a sweet, tender gesture. "There you go, sweetheart.. Just breathe.." You murmured, rubbing his chest, soothing him, coaxing him through the aftershocks of his first orgasm. He sighed contently, his body relaxing, his eyelids growing heavy. "You did so well, Yuuta.." You praised, holding him close and cradling him in your arms, not even bothering to remove his softened length. "My angel, my beautiful boy.. you did so well.."

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arminsumi · 6 months

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Hi! I hope ur having a good time. Sorry, for the phrasing, English is not my first language hehe (｡>\\<) btw i really like ur writing! u keep them in character and also ur amazing at writing fluff ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ can I please ask for a gojo fluff where he realizes reader always wanted to have a small boyfriend to like call him baby boy to sit on her lap and spoil him and stuff and then gojo goes apeshit like trying to sit on her with his long ass limbs trying to be a babyboy idk hehehe anyways tysm

"I'm your baby boy, right?"

GOJO さとる + fem!reader

Satoru thinks he's smaller than he actually is, and tries curl up on you like a cat.

Note : hey hey! srry i took so long to write this omggg it got lost in my drafts. but!! it's such a sweet idea thank u for sending it in!! big beefy satoru trying to make himself ur small boy is a thought that gave me life 💗😖 and thank u so much for ur kind words it means a lot!!

Satoru tries to curl up on you as if he's a little cat.

But he's not.

Ah, but he really thinks he is sometimes.

And he wants to be a little cat to you, not a big burly man or a strong intimidating menace but just a small, soft, delicate thing to be held and touched and pampered with love and care.

It makes you laugh, as you listen to him grunting and struggling to position himself on your lap and get those long limbs in order — it's one of the funniest sights; a big boy trying to box himself up like he's not 6'3 with broad-shoulders 'n thick arms 'n long spider-like legs.

"Do you think you're a cat or something?"

"Yes." he grins dumbly, balancing precariously on you as you sit. Then he sees your smile and slips off. "—oopsfuck!" he falls, gets up, acts it off, then tries again.

In bed, he wiggles down the sheets so his head is level with your chest. He wraps his arms around your middle, arches his back, and encases you between his legs. He clings to your body on his side like that, and snuggles his cheek on your chest as if it's his rightful pillow, the place where he belongs.

"Play with my hair, please?" he mumbles with pouty lips.

He smiles to himself when you fulfil his request.

Feeling both your warmth and your fingers stroking lovingly through his hair makes him drowsy. And when he's drowsy, he mumbles mental notes like "we need to buy orange juice tomorrow..." as he falls asleep.

His grip slackens as he falls asleep. In the middle of the night, he'll wake up and look at you with that puffy pouty sleepy face of his and stare for a moment, appreciating you, before tightening his embrace on your body and returning to slumber.

When he wakes up the next morning with you, he makes the same request; "Play with my hair." but with a raspy voice.

While you do so, he groaningly complains about having had nightmares all night.

"I keep dreamin' about saving the world 'n failing... but it's fine. I wake up and you're right here. So nothin' to worry about. Doesn't matter if I fail if I still have you."

He's so happy to be getting spoiled and pampered by you while curling his body up as small as possible. Happy that he has someone he doesn't have to be big and strong around. Someone who he can be a baby boy around.

Sometimes he's resting on your chest in the mornings in silence, when suddenly he rears his head up and asks "I'm your baby boy, right? Say it, please."

"Mhm. You're my baby boy, Satoru. Don't worry."

"Mm yay." he smiles to himself and resumes resting on you, his white hair tickling under your chin. "Say it again, please. Just keep saying it."

So you do, you say it repeatedly and it sounds like a soft lullaby to him. He falls back asleep with his ear pressed to your heartbeat, and feels a safe warmness in his chest.

"Oh." he startles out of his shallow sleep, "We need to buy orange juice, don't we?"

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

#fluff #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #gojo #gojo x reader #x reader #jjk fluff #gojo x reader fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo saturo #gojo x you #satoru #satoru x reader #satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader

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kissitbttr · 4 months

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i absolutely love u and ur work sm 😖 miggy being drunk but loyal 🥲 like reader is going to take him home after a night out and he’s like “back off i’m taken” or something along those lines ☹️☹️

omg he so would!! i’ll use this one for the married miguel i have going on!

it’s good to finally see miguel letting loose for once. her poor baby had been dwelling on work and stress that her heart couldn’t take it anymore. she could see it’s starting to get to him, but miguel being miguel, he always puts on the unbothered facade. unluckily for him, she could see right through her husband

so she proposed that him and the rest of the team to have a night out, miles and gwen are excluded.

miguel despises clubs, they’re pointless and reckless. music’s good. not worth the crowd though.

but since peter, jess, and her teamed up against him, he had no saying in that.

“you need to lay off my man a little, jess. poor baby has been working too hard” she points out, sipping on her lychee martini,

jess cocks an eyebrow. “i tried to! he’s the one who didn’t want to”

“you know how he is, y/n” peter chimes, “he won’t listen to any of us except you”

“yeah” she smiles, staring down at her ring finger. “sounds like him”

“where is he by the way? i need to get home soon. MJ would kick my ass if i’m even 5 minutes late” peter sighs, pulling out his wallet to put some bills,

she stops him with a hand gesture. “don’t. it’s on me.”

“girl, you sure?” jess asks,

“i make as much money as my husband. of course, i’m sure” she laughs, finishing her drink. “you two get home. me and miggy are going home too anyway”

jess fakes a gag. “i still have to get used to you calling him that. gross”

she laughs again, three of them standing up from the table before giving each other a hug, thanking them for coming.

soon as they left, she gathers her things before walking towards the bar where her husband is at. she smiles upon seeing his large back facing her, hunching slightly as he finished up the last drink of his.

it’s so easy to spot him,

“alright big boy, it’s close to one. let’s call it a night, yeah?” she appears by his side, hand on his shoulder,

to her surprise, he shrugs it off making her frown. avoiding her gaze before scooting away,

“miguel wha—“

“back off, i’ve got a wife. and i would appreciate it if you leave”

her heart soars,

the frown turns into a pleased expression, she crosses her arms with a playful smile. “oh really? she pretty?”

“gorgeous” he corrects her. “and the best damn thing i’ve ever had so please” his hand shoo her away. “i’m a man. i don’t cheat”

the heat blossoms in her chest when he does so. a frown forms on his handsome face, showing her that he isn’t playing around,

oh he’s drunk, drunk

“okay well, i happen to know your wife, actually. and i am very sorry but i mean no disrespect, I didn’t know you’re married” she plays along, watching him him but a stoic expression remains on his face,

“want me to get her?”

his face lights up at that, turning around to face her before nodding with a smile,

“yes please! that would be great. i miss her”

she awes at that, who knew her husband could be such a huge softie?

“okay, be right back” she responds before walking away only to reappear back to his left side, fronting a wide grin,

“baby! how you doing?!”

miguel eyes light up once more, mirroring his wife’s smile before his hands reach out to her, arms wide open to invite her to a hug,

“my love! mi corazón ! beautiful beautiful querida! i am so happy you are here!” he sighs dreamily,

she giggles at his cute demeanor, accepting his embrace as he pulls her in, arms wrapped around her waist.

“there was this girl who wanted to take me home and I completely told her off because i said, ‘my wife! is here with me and i would appreciate it if you fuck off!’ “

she holds back a laugh at how silly and sassy he is putting on his scowl expression,

“really? well good riddance! she should’ve known better!” she pulls away and cradle his cheeks in between her hands, feeling him lean against her palm,

he nods, circling his hands around her wrists. “mi corazón te pertenece, ahora y para siempre. got you this far, didn’t i?”

if her heart could burst, it would in that moment. even in his drunken state, he still manages to front a lovesick gaze everytime he looks at her. to speak like a true poet and aim for her heart just like that,

she nods back, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. “yes, baby. yes you did”

I WANT HIM SO BAD YALL I CANT

#miguel o’hara blurbs #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fluff

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soupandsimple · 11 months

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Pretty, Like… (With James Potter)

[ little Harry meeting his new baby sister after you come home from the hospital ]

* f l u f f 🥰

** includes godfather Sirius Black; indirect mention of Lily (and it’s not positive sooo..)

This was requested: see the ask here

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“Watch your step dove,” James said as he held the car door open for you with one hand and the baby carrier in the other.

You had just arrived home from the hospital after the birth of your baby girl but that had nothing to do with your husband being so cautious with you- that was just an all the time James thing.

You smiled at him once you were out of the car and stepped aside so he could close the door.

“Ahhhh!”

“Well, I think I hear Haz” James chuckled at the sound of a muffled shriek.

Looking to the living room window you see little Harry’s hands and excited face smushed up against the glass.

Harry was five years old but he wasn’t your biological son; the story with his real mother is one you don’t care to tell. It involves her, her past lover and death and that’s where you liked to leave it at.

“My babyyy, I missed him so much!” you said with your hands at your heart. As it almost always goes, he wasn’t your biological son but you loved that boy more than anything. The little girl in the carrier might be your first birthed child but she was not what you considered your first child.

Having made your way to the front door, you heard all three of your locks rattle undone and braced yourself for Harry’s high volume welcome.

“Mummy! Daddy! Can I see her?! Can I see her?!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up and down at the sight of you both.

His godfather Sirius stood behind him and shook his head in disbelief. “Those sugary breakfast cereals are tasty and he eats them without complaints but you tell me, is it worth it?” he joked, pointing to the bouncing boy with a faux pensive look.

You giggled at the comment and looked down at Harry. “Yes you can see her but let’s get inside first, okay?” you said with a boop to his nose.

Harry nodded and ran to the living room couch sitting himself nice and straight on the cushion, legs drumming excitedly as he waited for James to bring the carrier over with his new sister.

“Okay Haz, you ready?” James asked, setting the carrier down on the coffee table after Sirius removed two cereal-less, milk filled bowls and took them to the kitchen.

“Yes! Yes!”

“I present to you….Hazel Potter!” James enthused, swiping the blanket away from the front of the carrier like a magician.

Hazel squinted her eyes upon the feel of the newfound light, took one glance at Harry, yawned then closed her eyes again and slightly squirmed back to sleep.

Harry squealed and his hands instantly shot out to, what you assume, grab Hazel’s tiny fisted ones but James stopped him before he got the chance to. “Whoa buddy, gentle, gentle. She’s trying to sleep. We can look at her but let’s let her rest for now.”

Harry groaned a little but smiled when he looked down at Hazel again.

“Mama, she’s so tiny but so big also! I can’t believe she was in your tummy” he commented, voice full of wonder and astonishment.

“Your mum is a real life superwoman, don’t you ever forget that” James told Harry with a gentle ruffle to his hair.

“I won’t!” Harry replied, biting down on his lip to admire Hazel some more.

You gifted James a smile of appreciation as he put his arm around you and kissed your temple.

Although it had been a healthy birth, it still hadn’t been an easy thing for you. You’d always been afraid of pregnancy and all it entailed and James knew that. You braved through a lot these past nine months and he’d never take that for granted for as long as he’d live. But truthfully, fear aside, being able to give your little Harry a sibling and James a second child had without a doubt been one of the greatest pleasures you’ve had in life (along with being James Potter’s wife and the person who Harry called mama of course).

“Hey hey, what do you think of the new sister Haz?” Sirius asked Harry, drying his hands against his pants as he came back into the living room, bending little ways over to take a peek at the little bundle of a baby in the carrier.

Harry smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know. I barely know her...but she is very pretty, like a bakery bread.”

A bakery bread. He was talking about the loaves of bread you and James purchased at the bakery every Saturday morning. Yes … bread.

Sirius cackled and clapped his hands at Harry’s comparison while James failed to suppress a smile as he nodded and squinted his eyes at his son.

“Well that’s very nice of you to say. She is really pretty huh, like a bakery bread” you repeated lovingly, with one hand laying flat against James’s chest.

Harry nodded and giggled at how his words sounded coming from someone else.

“Can we go put her in the crib so she can be better?” Harry then asked.

“That’s a great idea baby, she’ll be a lot more comfortable there won’t she” you praised, understanding exactly what he meant by better.

James removed himself from your side and grabbed the handle of the carrier to pick it up. “C’mon then, let’s go show baby bread her bread box” James joked for his son’s amusement.

Harry of course instantly laughed with joy and ‘helped’ James by placing his small hands at the back of the carrier on the walk up the stairs, meanwhile Sirius thoughtfully stayed behind to accompany you at your slower pace; ever since you’d first met him, he had always acted like such a big brother to you and you loved it.

“You know, I’ve watched those two dote on you endlessly these past three years but by the looks of it, you’re going to have to start sharing them with little Ms. Hazel Potter now” Sirius teased. “She’s beautiful by the way.”

“Well thank you…. and as for the sharing, I’m not going to mind one bit” you replied blissfully. <3

#james potter x reader #dad!james potter #james potter fluff #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter fic #james potter imagine

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scarletwinterxx · 6 days

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morning with birthday boy - dad jeno scenario

Helllloooooo so i got this request for our birthday boy🥺🤍 extra fluffy for this very special day. Hope you like it!!!

omggg pls pls make a jeno dad scenario for his birthday, maybw surprising him or something ?? 🥹🥹🥹 imagine him having a son who looks exactly like him when he was a kid 😭😭

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You and your son woke up early to make birthday pancakes for the birthday boy. It's a tradition that started years ago when you and Jeno started dating, he knew you loved pancakes so he took you out for breakfast and surprised you with a tall stack of your favorite pancake with a pink candle on top.

Now years later, here you are in your kitchen cooking pancakes with your son, Geonu, about to surprise your husband.

Geonu, now two years old, is at that age where you can let him join the fun. You love cooking and baking so usually he'd be right beside you as your little helper.

"Mommy, owy" his term for chocolate, pointing at the bowl of chocolate chips

"Want to put the choco chips? Okay, you do it like this" you carry him up, showing how and where to sprinkle it. You let him get a handful before you do the same, a few got stuck between his fingers and he immediately taste it

"You silly boy, you only wanted to get the chocolate huh" you tickle him, eliciting giggles from your little boy. Geonu is a splitting imagine of Jeno, when he was born and Jeno's mom said he look3d exactly like Jeno when he was born. And as the years passed by Geonu's showing more resemblance with his father.

Your favorite one being their identical eye smile.

You finish cooking the pancakes, fixing a stack to surprise Jeno with. Carrying the plate in one hand and Geonu with your other.

Opening your bedroom door, you see your husband still fast asleep. His bare back towards the door, you set Geonu on the bed and he immediately crawls towards his dad. Climbing on his back and laying his head right on Jeno's head.

Jeno feels something on his cheek, something settles on his back too. After a few seconds he can feel something wet on his cheek, a tiny voice gurggling.

A smile appears on his face before he could even open his eyes. He peaks with one eye, turning to see you at the edge of the mattress with a plate of pancakes and his son giving him his morning kisses

"Good morning, happy birthday baby" you tell him. He carefully move Geonu from his back to his lap, sitting up to blow the candle

"Geonu, let's make a wish. Okay 1 2 3" the little boy blowing the candle with Jeno, you sit infront your boys watching them with smitten eyes

"Thank you, baby" he tells you, leaning over to give you a kiss

"So how does it feel to be a year older?"

"I'm only a few months older, this would be you soon" he teases you back

One of many birthdays you've celebrated together and now you have your little bundle of joy to celebrate with. There's really nothing Jeno would wish for, he already has everything he needs. He used to wonder if settling down was something he'd do, he didn't really see himself as a family man. He's fine being on his own until he met you.

Ever since then, there isn't a moment he wanted to be alone ever again. He knew he was going to spend the rest of his birthdays with you the moment you smiled so big at him at that breakfast diner a few years ago.

He finally knew what real contentment feels and it's this. Mornings with you and the little boy who is equal parts of him and you. Celebrating birthdays with a tradition the two of you made.

"Let's have breakfast downstairs, I made eggs and bacon and coffee" you tell him, getting Geonu from then standing up from the bed.

Jeno sets the plate down on the bedside table before giving you a hug by the waist. Your hand finds his hair, giving him a half hug.

"I love you so so so much" he mumbles, looking up at you

You lean down to kiss him again, after a few seconds you feel a hand separate the two of you making the two of you laugh

"Uhhhh what is this? She's mine before she was yours" Jeno tells his son, giving his tummy tickles.

"Okay okay let's go get breakfast, we have a full day ahead. You go get dressed" you tell Jeno, knowing full well what's underneath the sheets

He smirks at you, waving as you walk out the door

After a few seconds you peak your head by the door, "I love you too" you say then you walk away. Jeno smiles, his eyes disappearing as the familiar feelings envelops him again. Like he's falling inlove with you for the first time again.

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gilmore-angel · 5 months

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everything has changed | aaron hotchner x reader

swiftmas ♱ heyyy.... so this is super late😬. I am now on break so hopefully the future ones will be on time💋

summary ♱ working at a daycare has its perks, a big one being a certain single dad.

warnings ♱ awkward flirting, my lack of understanding how daycares are run, ooc aaron probably cause I haven't watched this show in forever

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loud. if you had to use one word to describe your job it would be loud. you of course loved your work, but being completely overwhelmed has become a normal thing.

the end of the day was always the hardest. trying to gather all of the kids items, putting shoes on, getting through checkout, and cleaning up afterwards.

one little boy in particular however made your job a bit easier. Jack Hotchner, an adorable three year old, was polite, well behaved, and sweet. his father, aaron hotchner, was serious but seemed nice.

all you new about him was he worked a lot, and rarely was the one to pick jack up. 90% of the time it was his aunt to come pick him up.

but today was different. when your coworker said jacks parent was here for pickup you help his little winter coat on and backpack and walked with him to the front desk for checkout.

there stood arron, dressed in his usual black suit. his jet black hair was shiny and put together like always. his blank almost cold expression shifted to a much happier one when he saw jack running towards him.

the little boy hugged his father's legs in greeting, receiving a hug in return. you smile as you walk up to aaron and pass him the drawing jack made in class today.

"jack wanted to make sure u gave this to you," aaron smiles softly and takes it, looking over the two little stick figures playing in the snow, representing them.

he glances back up at you, nodding once at you, "thank you. youre jacks main teacher, correct?"

his voice sounding so clear is surprising to you. the most you heard from him was a quiet goodmorning or bye. you would see him mutter words to jack, but they were only for jack to here. the fact he talked to you at all was completely out of the norm.

you feel your cheeks heat up, suddenly realizing now that you have to speak directly to him how handsome he really is.

you smile softly and nod, "yes, I am." you realize too late how awkward you sound.

he nods, reaching out his hand to shake yours, "jack talks about you a lot. you seem to be his favorite here."

your heart swells at that, knowing jack was your favorite too. your heart also skips a beat at the feeling of shaking his hand. his skin is rough, yet his touch is gentle.

"thats so sweet. he brings you up a ton too." your hand drops back to your side and you fiddle with your jeans, suddenly feeling very flustered, a butterfly party happening in your tummy.

he smiles, a bit brighter now. he picks up his son, who is growing more and more tired by the second. he glances away before meeting your eyes again. "I uh, I appreciate all you do for my son. I work a lot out of state so, knowing my son has a good place to go is uh, comforting."

your smile widens, and you chuckle softly, "it my pleasure. he's a great kid."

you both continue to hold eye contact, your breathing calming a bit. he has kind eyes. tired ones, yes, but kind. he finally breaks the little bit of silence by clearing his throat, glancing down.

"well uh, we should be heading out. thank you again." before you can speak again he walks out, son in his arms.

even after he has disappeared from your eye site, you continue to stand and tare at where he was. you almost feel giddy, like a teenager who just met their new crush. you snap out of your daze when you realize you still need to help with checkout. you quickly get back to it, but can't help but thinking that everything has changed.

#swiftmas (fayes version)#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #bay writes🌻

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mybelovedwoo · 11 months

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choi san as boyfriend, please 🥺🙏🏻

choi san as boyfriend - headcanon

headcanon, romance, fluff, smut

gn!reader x bf!atz

wc. ~0.9k

an: this one was so much fun to write, thank u some much for requesting it. you can request headcanons if you want to!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

masterlist

-he is the definition of "the perfect boyfriend" and I'm not even overexaggerating

-this boy is so sweet with you, he acts as if you are made out of glass, he's so gentle and caring

-the biggest cuddle bug, is attached to you in some form in every given opportunity

-he likes to pick you up when you hug, and you wrap your legs around him, and after that, you can't go anywhere, he carries you around

-he is the type of boyfriend who hugs you from behind while you pay at the cashier, or when you do something in the kitchen

-he loves to hold your hands, he just thinks it's so cute, he even pecks it every here and there

-he also loves kissing you, and he's an excellent kisser, definitely knows what he's doing, he's giving you butterflies all the time

-he loves when you hold him in your arms, he feels the safest there

-he prefers to be the little spoon, but ever since he got this big it's just impossible for you to hold him in your arms as you used to

-he's a bit sad about it, but doesn't mind it that much as long as he can hold you instead, he is just not able to sleep without hugging you

-he rather stays home with you, where there's just the two of you, sharing intimate moments, he's a homeboy

-gives you all his attention, you never catch him being on his phone when you're there, he thinks every moment with you is precious, and he appreciates all of it

-he expects the same from you, gets all whiny and pouty when you aren't paying attention to him

-loves watching movies with you, cause when he goes abroad he watches them again and he thinks of you all the time, it comforts him

-loves it when you sit on his lap when he plays video games, he always strokes your back with one of his hands, and you always fall asleep hugging him tightly so you don't fall off (although he would never let that happen)

-his texting you all day long, even when he's at work, he always finds 5 minutes so he can check on you, and can send cute little texts

-at the end of the day, if you can't meet up, he's calling you, because he can't live a day without hearing your voice, you most definitely fall asleep still being on the call

-he is just so soft, nurturing, loving and he cares deeply for you, he makes sure you get all the love you deserve

-he is very supportive, he open-mindedly listens to your views and problems, he wants you to know that you can always rely on him

-he motivates and boosts your confidence, there's not a single day he doesn't tell you how beautiful you are inside and out

-he remembers every special occasion, date, and fact about you, your family, and even your friends

-he can be quite moody though, every activity depends on his mood, one moment he only wants to stay home with you, and the next he takes you on the craziest date ever, like going on a rollercoaster in an amusement park or bungee jumping

- he doesn't show his soft spot to anyone, he prefers to cry and get emotional only with you

-he feels that you are the one in the first month of your relationship, he is very family-oriented, so he's been thinking about having a family with you early on in your relationship

-he's really romantic, sometimes he just lights candles and makes a warm bath for you with roses and champagne, because he thinks you deserve it

- he calls you really cute names like, sunshine, bunny, or gorgeous, although, in front of his family and friends, he likes to call you his wife, even when you aren't married yet

nsfw +18!!!

-i think he's a soft dom, I don't care what anyone says

-he loves to control you, but would never do something you don't like, and he could never hurt you, his heart could not bare it

-his sex drive is crazy, you have sex almost every time you meet, and can go multiple rounds, he has a lot of stamina

-he's worshipping your body every minute of it, he says things like "god, you're perfect" and "I want to kiss every part of you"

- and there's definitely not a single part on your body he hasn't kissed yet

-respect and trust are very important for him in the bedroom too, he would never say something to you he wouldn't say out of it, and he makes sure you feel safe and respected

-he loves to make you feel good more than himself, sometimes it's enough for him if he gives you head, and he doesn't want anything in return

-something that is a huge turn-off for him is when he's seeing you being hurt, either physically or verbally, so that's a no-no

-he asks you every here and there if you are enjoying yourself or you're feeling good, likes to know what you are thinking

- he always starts off slow and affectionate, but after some time he loses it and gets more and more faster and a little rougher (as I said he has a lot of stamina and needs to let it out somewhere)

-he's not too loud, he just groans and moans a lot into your ears

-he loves it when you sit on his lap and ride him though, he always holds your hand and tells you that you're doing good

-he's so soft and sweet after, aftercare is really important for him, first, he likes to cuddle, and after he likes to clean up with you, maybe taking a shower with you while you cuddle and wash off each other

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obxologies · 11 months

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a request if u want tooo🥺 i really like dark rafe cameron i need one where he broke up with her because he is scared to love but she walks on weird dudes trying to as*ault her and he just goes crazy because he realises he really love her

𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

warnings: soft dark!rafe cameron, attempted sexual assault (not by rafe), physical violence, (soft?) angst, a little manipulation

requested?: yes

author's note: i actually had an idea similar to this so i added in a little of my own details, i hope you still like it. if you guys want more dark!character fics, i won't stop you from requesting 👀. dividers made by @cafekitsune

Tanneyhill was overcrowded with teenagers as music blared from every speaker in the house. The back doors were wide open as people went in and out.

Sarah and y/n held hands as they pushed their way to the backyard. Sarah led them to a small area where the could talk alone.

"So, see anyone you like?" Sarah asked y/n as they observed the people around them. "I saw your man from World History inside. What about him?"

"Eh," y/n shrugged uninterested in the boy. "He's cute, but he's unimaginable stupid."

"Okay." Sarah laughed at her. "Well, we need to find you someone. We didn't throw this for not to get laid." She smirked a little making y/n roll her eyes.

Someone cleared their throat behind them. They both turned to see Rafe with Topper and Kelce. y/n rolled her eyes and turned back around while Sarah groaned.

"Why are you here, Rafe?" Sarah asked. "I thought you three were having a sleepover." Rafe rolled his eyes.

"We came back here instead." Rafe shrugged. "Didn't know we'd be crashing a party." He said staring at y/n's back.

"So leave then." Sarah gave him a fake smile and turned back around.

"I think we'll stay actually." Rafe said slowly walking away with Topper and Kelce.

"God, he's annoying." Sarah huffed. "Sorry, he was supposed to be gone until tomorrow." She gave her a 'sorry' smile.

"Don't worry about it." y/n shook her head. "Just help me get to him." She nodded towards a boy who sat by the fire pit with a friend of theirs.

Rafe leaned against the wall as he watched y/n and the boy she had just met talk on the couch. She was practically sitting on his lap as she threw back her drink. She had clearly had one too many while trying to loosen herself up. Rafe's blood started to boil as the boy's hand moved to her thigh and slowly up.

"Can you not stare at them like a creeper?" Sarah snapped at Rafe. He peeled his eyes away from the scene in front of him. "You broke up with her, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember." Rafe stated through gritted teeth.

"Then why are you stalking her?" Sarah shrugged crossing her arms.

"I'm making sure she's okay." Rafe said. "Do you even know who that guy is?"

"Our friend knows him." Sarah told him. "His name is Cooper."

"Yeah, I know." Rafe huffed. "He's Logan Foreman's younger brother."

"Am I supposed to know who that is?" Sarah furrowed her brows.

"He's an asshole who treats girls like shit." Rafe told her.

"Oh, and you've never mistreated a girl?" Sarah tilted her head at him. "Can you just admit you're jealous and leave them be?" Sarah laughed. "It's pathetic, Rafe."

"Where did they go?" Rafe stood up straight from putting all his weight against the wall.

"Jesus, Rafe! You're like a guard dog." Sarah scoffed before walking away.

Rafe ignored her comment looking around the house for y/n. He whipped his head around and caught a glimpse of y/n drunkenly stumbling down a hallway while Cooper had his hand wrapped around her wrist; dragging her to a guest bedroom. Rafe immediately started pushing people to get to the stairs.

"Rafe! Stop!" Sarah shouted. "You're so controlling!" She hurried after him, wishing everyone would move out of the way.

Rafe cursed under his breath at the, what felt like, unnecessary amount of stairs. For he once he didn't appreciate having such a big house. He pushed open every door most of them, fortunately, being empty. The only door locked was the last one at the end of the hallway. He started banging his fist on the door.

"Someone's in here!" He heard Cooper shouted from inside only adding fuel to the fire.

Rafe stepped back before throwing his body into the door. He huffed and reeled his leg back, kicking the wooden door open. He stomped inside the room seeing Cooper on top of y/n who was confused, attempting to push him off of her.

"Mother Fucker." Rafe spat charging towards Cooper. He grabbed the back of his shirt getting him off of her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Rafe grabbed him roughly making him face him. "You think I was gonna let you get away with that?"

"She's not your girl anymore, Cameron." Cooper chuckled, but was cut off my Rafe swinging at him. His fist connecting directly to his jaw.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you." Rafe kicked his legs out from underneath him before getting on top of him and beginning to pummel his fist into his face. Cooper's blood poured out of his nose and mouth onto Rafe's fist and the floor.

"Oh my god," Sarah exclaimed seeing Rafe. Topper and Kelce ran into the room going to pull Rafe off of Cooper. "y/n!" She ran to the bed sitting next to her.

"Sarah.." y/n grabbed her hand. Her brain still fuzzy from the liquor, but being more alert now.

"It's me." Sarah nodded. "I'm so sorry. It's gonna be okay." She let y/n lean into her. She wrapped her arms around her tight. Tears welled in her eyes feeling slightly responsible for the situation. "I'm sorry."

y/n only scooted as close to Sarah as she could. The feeling of her arms around her and her hand stroking her head making her feel safe again.

"Rafe! Man, stop!" Topper and Kelce shouted using all their strength to pull Rafe off the boy before he killed him.

Cooper coughed, blooding splashing onto the floor.

The room fell almost completely silent. The only noises being heard was the boys heavy breathing, Cooper's whining, and Sarah's sniffling.

"Get everyone out." Rafe instructed Topper and Kelce. They looked at Sarah who nodded before they walked out the room. "Make sure she's okay." Rafe looked at Sarah. His stare was hard, telling Sarah he was blaming her.

"I will." Sarah nodded.

Rafe grabbed Cooper and pulled him up. The boy groaned and struggled against his grip, but Rafe was still able to drag the boy away.

"I'm so sorry, y/n." Sarah leaned her forehead against hers.

"It's not your fault." y/n whispered. "Just keeping holding me, please."

y/n laid in Sarah's bed in a pair of comfy clothes she had left before. She stared at the tv not really paying attention to the show as Sarah was in her bathroom showering.

The bedroom door opened making y/n sit up. She relaxed a little upon seeing Rafe. He quietly closed the door as walked over the side of the bed.

"Hi?" y/n said softly. She moved letting her feet hang off the side.

"Are you okay?" Rafe asked sitting beside her.

"Yeah." She nodded looking at him shyly. "Thank you."

"I would never let anyone hurt you." Rafe said. "Together or not. I won't let anyone touch you."

y/n gave him a small smile before looking down at her feet.

"I wanna get back together, baby." Rafe said. He got down on his knees in front of her so her thighs were on either side of him.

"Rafe..." y/n sighed. "You're just saying that because you're worried. You don't love me." She shook her head.

"I love you more than anything else in the world, baby." Rafe grabbed her face in his hands. "I thought letting you go would protect you, but I now know the only way you'll be safest is with me."

"What?" y/n scrunched her brows.

"You can't do things like this anymore. You have to stay with me. You saw what happened tonight when I let you go on your own. What if I wasn't here?" Rafe explained. "You have to stay with me, okay?"

"Okay." y/n nodded slowly.

Rafe smiled getting up off his knees. He leaned down kissing her forehead. "Stay with Sarah tonight. I'll see you in the morning."

#outer banks #obxologies #x reader #obx #outer banks x reader #imagines #rafe cameron #drew starkey #dark!rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron imagine #sarah cameron x best friend!reader #dark!rafe cameron fic #dark!rafe cameron one shot #dark!rafe cameron imagine

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wqterlillypdfs · 1 year

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summer blues

pairing: jeremiah fisher x fem!reader, bestfriend!steven conklin x fem!reader

summary: All summer, you had been in some strange sad limbo, and you had blamed Jeremiah for that. For all the girls he had kissed at every party, for the way he made your heart beat and palms grow clammy. But really, was it his fault when you were the one who pushed him away?

word count: 3.3k

warnings: underage drinking, swearing, general sad thoughts. dumbass idiot jeremiah. unedited!

a/n: i went thru like the full range of emotions writing this fic, idk how i feel abt it but this is my comeback after three months of no writing. anyways, hope u enjoy!! 💞. reblogs are appreciated as always!

The sun sets low, casting a warm glow upon the unfamiliar garden. The air is thick with the hum of laughter and music that drifts from the house, and everything seems perfect. It should be perfect. This is the stuff summer dreams are made of, and yet, you’re sitting on the outdoor furniture, alone, and left to your own devices.

Summer so far has been nothing but longing. You had watched as the one boy who had captured your heart at ten spent days at the beach with girls you didn’t even know the names of. And sure, it’s not like you have anything, not even close. But could you blame yourself? Jeremiah was nothing but perfect Carolina-blue eyes and golden skin. He was your summer dream.

The house party was meant to be a distraction, that’s what Steven had said when he tugged you into his car. It’ll be fun, you need to stop being sad all summer. He was nothing but adamant to make this summer the best yet, especially with the overhanging weight that Conrad and himself would be moving to college next year. Steven had never been fond of change, especially not when it came to summers at Cousins.

Steven had long since abandoned you to dance the night away with pretty girls and hooting boys, so instead here you are, sitting alone at a party, trying to fill the Jeremiah-shaped cavity in your heart with fruity drinks and loud music.

Jeremiah hadn’t been in sight when you first arrived at the party, and maybe that was a good thing. You could enjoy yourself for once, without your wandering eyes finding him somewhere with his hand on a girl's waist. Even just the thought of it made you sick to your stomach.

But sometime between then and now, he had shown up. Figures. And now you watch as he makes his way out of the big back doors, down the patio steps, past the pool, until he’s sitting with you in the makeshift gazebo, fairy lights sparkling above.

“Hey trouble,” Jeremiah greets as he sits on the plush outdoor sofa next to you, sidled up close enough that he bumps his shoulder with yours in welcome.

“Hey,” you parrot back, not meaning for the obvious buzzkill tone in your voice.

“What’s got you all bummed out?”

“Dunno.” you reply, eyeing the cold drink you’re balancing on your thigh which leaves a cold ring of condensation on your bare skin. “Did Steven send you to get me?”

Jeremiah’s eyebrows draw together in confusion as he cocks his head to the side. “No? Why would he need to? Can I not check up on my favourite girl?”

You let out a bemused snort, running your finger around the brim of your glass, eyes still not meeting his. Maybe you have had too much to drink.

“Come dance with me,” he says instead, hand outstretched, waiting for yours. You let your head fall against the back of the sofa.

“Not in a dancing mood.”

You don’t know if it’s the drinks or if it’s real, but Jeremiah shakes his head, a soft smile gracing his features as he tucks the stray strands of hair that have fallen in front of your face behind your ear. His hand lingers there a few seconds too long.

“What happened to dancing the summer away?” He questions, and when you finally look up to meet his eyes, he’s much closer than you expected.

“I was fifteen when I said that,” you note, which was almost two years ago now. How does he remember these things?

Jeremiah doesn’t respond immediately so you take your eyes off him, instead you watch the house glow to life, light filling the windows as the dark night begins to blanket the sky. The garden itself is empty with most of the party opting to escape the summer heat by seeking shelter indoors. A few girls are busy by the poolside, and you notice one of them keeps diverting her gaze back to where you and Jeremiah are sitting. Typical. It was like every girl in Cousins was obsessed with the prospect of at least one of the Fisher boys taking fancy in them. Was it bad that it always made you jealous? Everyone who sees him, wants him, and you wish you could keep him as just yours.

“You have an admirer,” you point out, nodding to the girl by the pool. You must admit, she’s gorgeous. Pretty brown eyes and gorgeous hair that even when wet seems to frame her face perfectly. You slink further down in your seat.

Jeremiah simply rolls his eyes at you. “Well she is pretty.”

And you know he means it as a joke. Can tell by the stupid grin and the tone of his voice. But the words are still like a dagger to your heart, twisting and turning until you can barely breathe - and oh God, you need to get out of here and away from him.

You set the drink down by the sofa, it meets the wooden deck with a too-loud clink before you stand abruptly. You brush down the skirt that had ridden up your legs as the ring of water on your thigh left behind by the glass soaks the edges of it. “I need to go,” is all you can murmur out.

“No, wait-” Jeremiah begins, standing to follow you.

“It’s fine,” you push, faux niceties lacing your voice, smiling as much as the ache in your chest will let you. You can feel the frown on his face burn into your back as you turn to leave, but you choose to ignore it, instead making your way back into the large lively house.

As you pass the pool though, the girl who has been eyeing Jeremiah gets up with a giddy look on her face, she calls to him in a sweet honeyed voice and it makes you sick.

You climb the patio steps, making your way through the lavish interior of the house.

You push through the crowd of people within the house. You just need a moment to yourself, to gather your thoughts and figure out just what the fuck was going on with you. Carefully, you slip into the bathroom, pushing the door shut with the weight of your body before leaning against the sink. You take deep breaths, trying to calm the beating of your heart.

All summer, you had been in some strange sad limbo, and you had blamed Jeremiah for that. For all the girls he had kissed at every party, for the way he made your heart beat and palms grow clammy. But really, was it his fault when you were the one who pushed him away?

Being in love with Jeremiah Fisher was anything but easy, not when you had to dance around the intricate friendship that had blossomed since you were eight years old. You didn’t know what love was until you were fifteen, sitting on the pier with him as you skidded rocks across the ocean. When he had smiled that smile and his eyes sparkled like the entire cosmos was within them. From that very moment on, you were doomed. Every brush of his hand against yours felt like a calculated step, and it was your fault for deluding yourself into believing he had space in his heart for anything more than a friendship with you.

It’s only a million times worse when you’re as close with him as you are, casual flirting and lingering touches was nothing but the norm. So it was especially difficult when he’d grab your hand and lead you through a crowd, or whisper some stupid inside joke just for you in a crowded room, when such a simple touch set your body alight with sparks.

“Knock knock,” you hear the door open softly, Steven’s head poking through. You had forgotten to lock the door, you realise. “Jeremiah thinks you're mad at him.” He informs, voice careful and soft as he closes the door behind him, making his way to you and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You shake your head, unable to find the words to express the turmoil within yourself. Instead, you offer a weak smile letting out a shaky exhale. “Well, I’m not.”

Steven looks amused as he leans with his back against the sink next to you, tilting his head so it falls into your field of vision. “You sure?”

“Very sure.” You confirm.

“I think you’re lying.”

You take another breath, “I’m not mad, i’m just…” your voice trails off as you try to find the words.

“Angry, confused, sad?” Steven offers.

You shake your head as you poke his shoulder, “would you let me speak?”

“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am,” he throws his hands up in surrender.

“I’m just… tired,” you say, defeated. Steven gives you an apologetic look. He’s known about your not-so-little crush on Jeremiah. How could he not when he seemed to be the only person who could light you up when you were dim and down?

“I’m tired of having to watch him go out with other girls every other day. I mean it’s not like we’re exclusive - we’re definitely not - but I just wish I didn’t feel like throwing up everytime.”

For a second, Steven doesn’t say anything, he looks at you with those eyes he does when he’s thinking. “What’s that thing Susannah always says?”

“What?”

“About…” He blows out his bottom lip as he struggles to remember the words, “about how love is like a flower, it needs time to grow and blossom and you need to nurture it.”

You pause, before cracking a smile. “Never in a million years would I have even imagined you quoting one of Susannah’s cheesy pieces of romance advice.”

Steven rolls his eyes at you, but he can’t help the smile that creeps up on him too. “Look, the point is, love isn’t supposed to be easy. Like, at all. But you really like Jeremiah, and I get it, he can really suck sometimes, especially with the whole hooking up thing,” - he looks up at you as he finishes his sentence, - “but if you love him as much as you let on, you’ve gotta just go for it. You need to stop pushing him away because of your irrational fear.”

Shaking your head, you turn fully to face Steven, crossing your arms defensively across your chest. “Okay, it’s not irrational, it’s completely rational. What if I just end up ruining everything? That’s a super real possibility. I don’t want to lose Jeremiah as a friend, and the risk of running that possibility is way too high.”

“God,” Steven lets out through a sigh, he looks like he wants to strangle you. “Listen to yourself! Maybe if you haven’t been moping around all summer you’d be able to see it.”

“See what?”

“Just go out there and talk to the boy.”

“This’d be a lot easier if you just told me.”

“I think you’d appreciate me a lot more if you figured it out for yourself.” Steven tells you, and he says it in a way that leaves little room to bicker back. He gives you an encouraging nod and a soft smile and for a minute you think he’ll say another stupid thing like go get ‘em tiger! But he graces you with silence and leaves you alone in the small bathroom.

You look back at yourself in the mirror. Maybe Steven is right.

‧₊˚☆༉‧₊˚.

Jeremiah is sitting on the steps of the patio when he hears the sliding glass doors open and shut and the shuffle of Steven’s old sneakers. Immediately, his head swivels so he’s facing his long-time best friend. “So what’d she say? Is she mad?” He blurts out immediately.

“Woah, slow down lover-boy,” Steven says, amusement in his tone. He takes a seat next to Jeremiah, placing his hands either side of himself. “Well, she’s not happy.”

“What the fuck, bro,” Jeremiah grumbles, “you were meant to deescalate the situation.”

“Actually no, I was checking up on my friend, who I care about, and who I haven’t been dancing around all summer long.” Steven corrects.

Jeremiah looks away, unamused, “okay I get it. I haven’t been the best person to her lately.”

“Really?” Steven gasps, faux surprise lacing his tone, “You’ve been avoiding her like the plague and hanging around with random girls like you want her to be upset.”

“I don’t!” Jeremiah is quick to retort. “I’m just…”

“You’re just being a dick.”

“That’s not fair-”

“Look man, I’m not trying to upset you either, but I really don’t get why you’re so scared to confront your feelings. You like her, you like her a lot and it’s so fuckin’ obvious.”

Jeremiah opens his mouth, ready to argue back, but Steven leaves no room for it.

“She literally craves your attention and you’re out here, making out with other girls like she’s not right there. Is this some weird attention grab sort of thing? What, are you trying to make her jealous? This isn’t like you, Jere.”

Steven’s words cut deep. So deep Jeremiah thinks they’ve scarred him, but maybe it’s for the best. No, it’s definitely for the best.

“Think about it,” is the last thing Steven says, before he stands up, giving Jeremiah a reassuring pat on the back, and disappears into the crowd of party-goers within the house.

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When you finally feel ready enough to leave the bathroom, you think for a moment about Steven’s words. They kick around in your head. You chuckle to yourself, who knew you’d ever be taking legitimate advice from Steven? But instead of confronting your problems like you should, you pour yourself another drink, turning on your heels as you ascend the glossy white stairs. Whoever’s house this is - in the words of Steven himself - they’re fucking loaded.

The upstairs of the house is empty, albeit a few straggling couples making out in the hallway. You ignore them, noticing the gorgeous open balcony that conjoins to the hallway you’re currently walking down. It’s quiet and empty, a perfect place to spend the rest of the night in peace.

The moon hangs low in the sky now, reflecting off the ocean ahead, and as you step out onto the balcony the cool Summer night’s air bites at your skin.

It's a glorious view for what should’ve been a perfect night. Laughter and music wafts up from the party below, and you let out another regretful sigh, your heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. As your eyes linger on the ocean, you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You turn to see Jeremiah standing beside you, and when you look at him, he gives you that sweet smile.

“Hey trouble,” he begins, “you alright?”

You shrug, turning your back to the balcony as you slide your back down the railing, slumping to the floor with your knees tucked under your chin. “Trying to be.”

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

Jeremiah with such a soft voice felt unnatural, and a part of you felt guilty for rendering him so quiet. Silence stretches between both of you like a chasm, as you struggle to find the right words within you to tell him how you truly felt. Instead, Jeremiah fills the silence, his voice hesitant but filled with a quiet determination. “I’m sorry.”

You gave him a perplexed look, “what are you apologising for?”

“For this entire summer,” he says, sitting on the ground next to you as he takes the cool glass from your hands, fingers brushing yours, before he places it on the ground. You tilt your head, curiosity in your eyes as you wait for him to continue.

“I’ve been an asshole. Like, bigtime, and I'm really sorry.” He takes a deep breath, takes your hand in his carefully, softly, like you’re something to be worshipped. To him you are. “And, I… need to tell you something.”

You look up at him, heart racing with anticipation, “what is it?” you all but murmur.

He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. “I just-” and when he can’t find the right words, because how is he meant to compress everything he’s ever felt for you into one sentence? It’s impossible. He instead uses his actions.

His hands untangle from yours, grabbing the sides of your face before pulling you into a kiss. He kisses you. He kisses you and the world falls away and there’s nothing but him. At first, you don’t know what to do, it’s all so sudden, but when it finally registers, you want to cry. Not sad tears, and not entirely tears of joy either, tears of relief, tears that carry the weight of all your longing.

When he finally pulls away you’re quick to pull him back, holding him as close as humanly possible as you kiss him with all the fervour you can muster, hoping and praying he can taste the apology on your lips. But when it gets too much, and you need air, you pull away again. He looks at you, and you hold onto the fabric of his shirt tighter because this all feels like a dream.

“She isn’t you.” He murmurs, soft enough it could be carried away by the summer breeze.

“What?” you whisper back, as to not break the sacred quietness.

“She's. Not. You. None of them are, none of them could even dream of being you. They’re not funny like you, not gorgeous like you. They don’t know me like you do - Shit, I sound like a sap.”

You chuckle, “no, please do continue.”

He shoots you that heartstopping grin. “Oh, so you do like it when I flatter you?”

“Love it,” you answer, mirroring his grin.

His features soften for a second, and again, the apologies cascade from his lips. “I’m sorry, for being such an asshole. You deserve so much better than me, I’ve been the worst, and I didn’t mean to make you upset or jealous, I was just… nervous. God, you make me so nervous I do the dumbest shit.”

“I make you nervous?” You can’t help the disbelief in your voice.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” He says, nothing but sincere. He smiles then, and that makes all of it worthwhile.

You don’t know for how long you manage to get lost in him, but when your thoughts begin to wander, you let the thoughts flow freely from your lips. “Remember when we were ten,” you say, recounting the memory that started this all, “we had snuck out to the beach. We got home so late that night, and we tried to sneak back in, but of course that never works with Susannah. She had said something like-”

“No more sneaking out for the both of you,” Jeremiah continues, “she said we’d had too much fun.”

“But we did it anyway.” You finish, dumbfounded that he remembers that at all. “How do you remember all these things?”

“Because it’s you.” He says it like it’s obvious by now. His pretty blue eyes don’t leave yours for even a second. “I don’t think I’ve loved anyone the way I love you.”

You look at him with that stellar smile he loves so much, but before he can speak, you’re interrupted by the familiar presence of the boy who played cupid.

Steven shakes his head, clear amusement in his eyes. "Finally,” he breathes out, as if it pained him to see the both of you dance around each other all summer. It probably did. His hands are wrapped around a cool glass, it’s empty. “I think this has been quite a night.”

You nod, blissful, turning to meet Jeremiah’s blue eyes. They speak volumes in themselves, a deep ocean blue that sparkles with some form of admiration, you can’t quite figure it out. “Let’s get outta here,” he says, pushing himself off the balcony floor as he extends a hand for you to take, which you do.

Maybe, this summer could be perfect after all.

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sturnioloskyline · 1 month

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HEYYY QUEEEEEN could you do a story where y/n is a the triplets little sister and is dating Nate and they don’t know and he wanted her to do the deed in his jersey and forgot to take it home and the triplets see it and they get mad

“what are you wearing?”

pairing: nathan doe x fem!reader

warnings: secret relationship, language, smut, p in v, unprotected(ur on the pill), aftercare, confession, lowk long

summary: nate won his hockey game, and celebrates by paying you a visit in the middle of the night. but what happens when he leaves a souvenir behind for your big brothers to find?

thank u for the request, anon! 🪷

"nate!" chris cheered, running to his best friend to engulf him in a hug. nathan had just walked through the front door of your house, making his way to the kitchen with his arms open. chris practically tackled him to the floor.

"chris! hug him, don't fuckin' attack him," nick scolded, making his own way over to embrace nate.

nate had just come over from his hockey game, one of the most tense matches yet. the scores were close, but nate led his team to victory by scoring a last-minute goal. he was the star of the night; no one could stop talking about him.

you couldn't be more proud of nate. you knew how hard he had been training for this season, and your heart was full knowing that he was getting the appreciation he deserved.

being only a year younger than the triplets, your relationship with them was very close. most of the time, all of you hung out together and shared the same friends, so nate had become one of your best friends too. what your older brothers weren't aware of, though, was the fact that you and nate had been dating for the past few months.

keeping your relationship a secret from your brothers was more convenient for the both of you. you and nate were probably their best friends aside from each other, so they were very protective over you both. nick, matt, and chris had numerous conversations with you about dating boys, constantly lecturing you about being careful with who you choose to date. you'd also overheard the conversations they had with nate, reminding him to never settle for a girl who didn't meet his expectations.

it was safe to say that both of you were way too scared to tell the triplets about your relationship, so you just snuck around them. nate would sneak into your room late at night for movie dates, lie about extra hockey practices to take you on dates, and sit across from you at group dinners so he could playfully kick you under the table.

nick hugged nate tight, patting him on his back. he pulled back, and matt emerged from the kitchen to greet nate as well.

"wow, it's like i gotta whole entourage," nate chuckled, pulling matt in for a hug.

"well, you killed it out there tonight," matt smiled into his friends shoulder, squeezing him tightly. "you deserve it, dude."

nate peered over his friends shoulder to look at you, smiling when he saw your figure leaning against the counter. he pulled back from matt, reopening his arms and appraoching you. you broke into a grin, running up to him and wrapping your arms around his torso. nate gave you a quick affectionate squeeze, pulling away to not raise suspicion.

"good job nate," you smiled up at him, stepping back and clearing your throat slightly. just being in close proximity of nate made your cheeks flush pink and your heart swell. something about nate's presence just brought the giddiness out of you, making it ten times more difficult to hide your feelings for him around your brothers.

"thanks, y/n," nate smiled back, a glint of mischief in his eye. you could practically feel the butterflies swarming in your stomach, quickly looking at the floor before you could start blushing profusely.

"here, come to the kitchen," nick said, putting a hand on nate's shoulder and leading him inside. you, matt, and chris followed closely behind.

"what's that?" nate said, noticing a plate covered by a large bowl in the middle of the counter.

"oh, mom and dad aren't here but they wanted to say congratulations, so they got you a cake." matt explained, walking behind the counter and carefully lifting the bowl.

at the mention of the absence of your parents, nate and you made eye contact, a slight tension building in between you two. you quickly tore your eyes off of him, not wanting to get worked up in front of your brothers. nate smirked at your reaction, shaking his head softly and turning back to his friends.

"looks great," nate mumbled, barely glancing at the chocolate cake marylou had made. it wasn't that he wasn't appreciative of the gesture, his mind was just way too preoccupied. you and nate hadn't had the opportunity to hang out one-on-one for a while, and it was painful to be so close without the ability to show your affection for one another.

the five of you decided to split the cake and watch a movie in the living room. chris sat in between you and nate, causing the two of you to share longing glances with each other all night. you grew more and more annoyed by the minute, wanting nothing but to melt into nate's arms and stay there for the rest of the night. nate had his own attitude, showing no interest in the movie.

"dude, you good? you've been sighing the whole time." chris nudged nate, who seemingly snapped out of a trance.

"what? oh, yeah, sorry. just tired," nate said, rubbing his eyes. you saw right through him though, knowing that there was no way he was sleepy this early in the night. "might go home soon, actually."

"oh, okay," chris nodded, reaching for the remote and exiting from the movie. you stood up, smoothing out your pants and turning to your brothers.

"yeah, i'm tired too. i'm gonna go to bed," you said, bending down to give chris a quick hug and giving the rest of them a quick wave. "goodnight guys!"

"night y/n," the four of them replied. you smiled and turned away, rushing to your room. as soon as you shut the door you pulled your phone out of your pocket, opening your texts with nate.

y/n

pls tell me ur gonna come over tn

i miss u

nate 💕

ofc baby

be there in like an hour?

y/n

perfect :)

you smiled, feeling a weight lifted off of your shoulders. you flopped onto your bed with a sigh, scrolling through tiktok while you waited. you stayed alert, listening for your brothers footsteps as they headed into their own bedrooms for the night.

you grew more and more antsy as you waited for nate, dying to embrace him. you decided to get up and change to pass the time. you put on a sports bra and some pyjama pants, knowing that it was one of nate's favorite outfits on you. you went back to the bed, shutting your ceiling light off and turning on a lamp instead.

soon enough, you heard three rapid knocks on the glass of your window, indicating that nate was there. you practically jumped up, rushing to the window and pushing your curtains back, grinning when you saw nate standing outside, still in his hockey uniform. you pushed the window open, reaching out to pull nate into your room.

"woah! someone's impatient," nate teased, hopping over the window ledge and into your room.

"shut up," you rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around nate's neck. he places his hands on your hips, leaning down to press his lips against yours. you hummed, smiling and melting into him.

"missed ya so much," nate mumbled against your lips. you blushed at his sweetness, hugging him tighter.

"you didn't change?" you pulled back, looking nate up and down, noticing he was still in his hockey clothes. nate shrugged, peeling his jersey off of his body. you watched, mesmerized. nate took his jersey and brought it up to your head, sliding the shirt onto you. you quickly stuck your arms though the holes. the jersey completely englufed you, reaching your upper thigh. nate giggled at the sight.

"you look so cute," nate said, bringing his hand up to your cheek and pushing hair out of your face. you felt heat rush to your cheeks, and nate immediately noticed. "what? why're you blushin'?"

"i dunno, you just have that effect on me i guess," you mumbled. nate grinned, pulling you back up into a kiss. he parted his lips. slipping his tongue into your mouth. you eagerly accepted, sliding your own tongue against his. nate let his other hand trail down your ass, giving it a squeeze.

you moaned into nate's mouth, reaching your hand up to the back of his neck, tugging on his hair. nate groaned, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

"nate," you whined, feeling a warmth grow in between in between your legs. you grinded your hips forward into nate's, causing him to moan softly.

"you don't know what you're doin’ to me, baby," nate whispered, pushing your hips into his so you could feel his hard dick pressing against you. you whimpered, reaching down to the hem of of his shirt. nate pulled back, allowing you to pull the shirt up and off of him. you watched in awe, admiring his toned body. you reached out and ran your hands down his bare torso. you stopped at his pants, hooking your fingers into the band of his boxers and pulling him closer. nate slid his own hands under his jersey on your body, rubbing your waist just above your pants.

nate walked you over to the end of your bed, lightly pushing you back. you fell against the mattress with a soft giggle, causing nate to smile down at you. he reached for the waistband of your pjs, leaning down to kiss you as he slid your pants off of your legs. you shuddered at the cold air against your bare skin, pressing nate's body closer to yours to absorb his heat.

nate spread your legs apart, standing in between them. he reached down and fumbled with the tie of his sweatpants, frantically tugging them off along with his boxers. you watched as his dick sprung out and slapped against his stomach, his tip pink and oozing with precum. you squirmed, growing more desperate for nate.

nate bent down to place soft kisses on the plush skin of your thigh, gently hooking his fingers in your panties. he slowly slid your underwear down, pulling them off and discarding them somewhere around the room. you bucked your hips up in desire, but nate’s hand came down to your hip, pinning you down.

“i know, baby,” nate mumbled, standing up and climbing on top of you. nate propped himself up with his hands on either side of your head, his cock resting against your stomach. you whined desperately, wanting nothing but to feel nate inside of you.

“please, nate,” was all you had to whimper out for nate to line himself up with your entrance. nate moaned at the feeling of your wet folds, biting his lip as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. you reached up to the back of his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him. nate sloppily moved his mouth with yours, your tongues messily moving together as nate thrusted deeper inside of you.

you winced at the feeling of nate stretching you out, not used to the size of his dick even after having sex with him countless times. nate let out a strangled groan as he sunk deeper into you, feeling your plush tight walls hug his cock so perfectly. you reached down to nate’s back, raking your fingernails up his smooth skin.

nate's tip grazed past your g-spot, causing your back to arch in pleasure. nate grunted, moving to kiss your neck. nate stilled when he bottomed out inside of you, waiting for your signal. he pulled back to look at you. you peered back up at nate, bringing your hand to his cheek and stroking his skin, gently nodding to give him the go ahead. he reconnected his lips with yours, slowly beginning to thrust into you.

you let out a sigh of pleasure as you felt nate rock into you, gaining speed with every thrust. a pressure began build in your stomach, your own hips grinding up to meet nate's. nate let out a shaky breath, tucking his head into your neck. you let your head fall back onto the mattress so that your neck was more exposed nate took his opportunity, latching his lips onto the skin just above your collarbone and sucking harshly enough to leave a mark.

"fuck, nate," you whimpered, bringing a hand to the back of his head and tugging on his hair. nate kissed the bruise on your neck, moving to rest his head on your shoulder. he brought his hands down to your hips, pushing his jersey slightly up and pinning your hips down.

you gasped as nate suddenly shifted his pace, now fucking you faster and deeper than before. you dug your nails into his back, leaving long scratch marks. you couldn't help yourself, throwing your head back and letting out a moan.

"nate! oh my g—" nate clapped a hand over your mouth to quiet you. you continued to moan into his hand, causing blood to rush to nate's cock.

"don't want your—fuck—brothers to hear, do ya?" nate breathed out. you let out a muffled whine as nate bit his lip to suppress his own noises.

"nate, fuck, please don't stop," you spoke into his hand, squirming as you felt your orgasm approach. nate's thrusting grew sloppier, soft grunts escaping from his throat. he removed his hand from your mouth, leaning down to kiss you again. he brought his hand to yours, interlocking your fingers and giving your hand a gentle reassuring squeeze.

just seconds after, you felt your orgasm wash over you. you kept your lips on nate's, allowing him to swallow your noises of pleasure. nate's hips stuttered and stilled as he came inside of you, breathing shakily against your lips. he stayed there for a few moments, cherishing the feeling of your body so close to his.

nate pulled out slowly, peppering your face with kisses. you sighed with exhaustion but still smiled sweetly up at nate. he moved off of you, turning around, grabbing his sweats and boxers from the floor and heading to the bathroom. he returned with his bottoms on and a damp washcloth in hand. nate stood in between your legs, gently cleaning you up as you caught your breath. nate placed a quick kiss on your inner thigh, before grabbing your own underwear and pants sliding them back up your legs. once he redressed you, nate climbed back over you and kissed your cheek.

"you okay, baby?" nate asked, turning onto his back and pulling you onto his chest.

"mmhm," you hummed, shutting your eyes. nate smiled down at you, kissing the top of your head.

"tired?" nate wrapped his arms around you. he ran his knuckles up and down your back soothingly.

"yeah," you mumbled, burying your face into his chest. nate absentmindedly played with the hem of the jersey your were still wearing.

"y'know, you pull this off better than me," nate chuckled. you smiled into his chest, pulling him closer.

"do you have to go?" you whined, not wanting to let him go.

"you know i do," nate mumbled. you lifted your head from his chest and frowned at him. nate shook his head and placed a quick peck to your lips. "hey, we’re all gonna go out for breakfast tomorrow, so i'll see you then!"

"i know, but i just want to be able to hang out with you like this." you pouted. nate frowned back.

"i know, baby, me too," nate sighed. the two of you laid their in each other's arms for a few minutes before nate had to get up to leave. you pouted as you watched nate put his shirt back on. once he was ready to go, he went up to you, placing a few soft, sweet kisses on your lips. "good night, y/n."

"good night, nate," you replied, a light blush dusting your cheeks still.

...

“y/n, hurry up! we’re leaving soon!” nick yelled through your bedroom door, waking you from you deep sleep. you let out an annoyed groan, rubbing your eyes to adjust to the morning sunlight streaming through your window.

“did you just wake up?” now matt’s voice was at the door. you reached for your phone on the nightstand, unlocking it to see that it said 10:30 am. you had to leave any minute now.

“shit,” you rasped, moving to roll out of bed before you heard the doorknob turn. your head snapped to the door, watching as nick entered the room, followed by matt and then chris.

“y/n, get up! nate’s gonna be here to pick us up soon,” matt scolded. at the mention of nate’s name, you suddenly remembered the night before.

“dude, what are you wearing?” chris asked, noticing an unusually large blue shirt on you that he had never seen before.

“uh, nothing!” you grabbed your comforter and pulled it close to your chest, shielding nate’s jersey from your brothers’ prying eyes.

“is that a jersey?” nick chuckled, assuming that you were just embarrassed to be caught in your sleep clothes. matt however, snapped his head towards you, trying to get a glimpse of what you were wearing.

“blue and red? is that our team’s jersey?” matt asked, stepping closer towards you. you hugged the blanket tighter around yourself.

“no! i don’t know what your talking about,” you said frantically. now all three of your brothers were looking at you, seeing right through your lies.

“y/n, whose jersey is that?” chris asked, his eyebrows furrowing and his face turning into a frown.

“no one’s!” you pleaded, but your brothers didn’t believe you for a second. with that, chris walked up to the side of your bed and yanked the comforter down before scooping his arms under your body and lifting you out of bed.

“chris, put me down!” you yelped, trying to squirm away.

“number 5, isn’t that nate’s number?” nick’s words left the room silent. you froze, not knowing what to say or how to explain yourself. chris silently placed you down on the bed, looking at his brothers in shock.

fortunately, you didn’t have to deal with the awkwardness for long, as the doorbell rung and matt left to answer the door. unfortunately, the person at the door was nate, who matt dragged right back to your room.

nate stumbled in with a confused expression before his eyes landed on you in his jersey. he gulped, looking around to see matt, chris, and nick glaring at him.

“…hey gu—“

“nate, are you fucking y/n?” matt asked bluntly. nate’s eyes widened, glancing over at yours.

“what? no, of course not,” nate defended. your heart was racing. you knew that your brothers weren’t stupid. but you had promised nate that you wouldn’t let them find out, and now this was all your fault.

nate seemed to notice the anxious expression growing on your face, guilt washing over him. he remembered your words from last night, when you told him that you wanted to be able to be with him openly. he sighed, deciding to bite the bullet for both of you.

“y/n and i are dating.” all three of your brothers’ jaws dropped to the floor. you widened your eyes at the confession, making eye contact with nate. he smiled softly at you before looking back at the boys around him.

"WHAT.” matt was the first of them to speak.

“how long has this been going on?” nick interrogated, crossing his arms over his chest.

“um, a few months?” you admitted sheepishly. nick’s jaw dropped once again.

“dude, you can’t date our little sister!” chris said to nate, who scratched the back of his neck.

“well it’s a little late for that talk now,” you rolled your eyes. "can you guys just get out so i can get ready? we can talk about this later."

matt and chris opened their mouth in protest, but nick cut them off before they could say anything.

"yeah, get dressed. nate, let's talk." nick glared at his friend, making his way out of the room and dragging nate out by his arm. as he was being pulled out or your room, nate flashed you a quick grin, and you smiled softly in response. matt and chris followed them out, shutting the door behind them.

you let out a sigh. honestly, you were more relieved now than worried. finally, you and nate could be around your brothers without the burden of keeping your relationship a secret, there had been so many times you just wanted to tell your brothers about how happy you were with nate, but you couldn't. even if your brothers didn't approve of your relationship, there was nothing they could really do about it now.

you quickly brushed your teeth, washed your face, and changed into a nice outfit(composed of your own clothes). you grabbed your phone and slowly opened your bedroom door, peeking out to see nick leaning against the wall, waiting for you.

"ready?" nick asked when he saw you. you nodded. "c'mon, let's go."

you were grateful for nick's calm energy as the two of you walked side by side to the front door. you crossed the lawn to the driveway, where matt's minivan stood, engine running. through the windshield you saw matt in the drivers seat, seemingly scolding nate, who was in the passenger seat. chris was leaning forwards so he could be in between them, butting in to give his own opinions. when nate saw you walk towards the car, he smiled in relief. matt looked up as well, rolling his eyes when he saw you wave at nate.

nick opened the backseat door for you, and chris scooted down to the seat behind matt. you went to the middle seat, nick sitting on your other side and shutting the door. matt began reversing out of the driveway, the car falling into silence.

"sooo guys," you spoke, hoping to ease some of the tension. "where are we getting breakfast?"

"waffle house," chris mumbled, pulling out his phone to connect to aux.

"i love waffle house!" you and nate said in unison. matt groaned, and chris faked a gagging sound. you looked at nick, who bit his lip to keep from smiling. nate giggled, causing you to laugh back.

chris started playing music, and you grew more comfortable, knowing that your brothers weren't super mad. when you got to waffle house, the six of you chose to sit in a booth. matt, chris, and nick sat on one side, leaving you and nate to sit next to each other on the other side. a waitress came by with menus, faltering when she saw the triplets.

"are you guys triplets?" she asked.

"no?" nick feigned confusion, looking at the waitress. the rest of you looked at her with a confused look too.

"o-oh," she stammered, hastily setting your menus in front of you with embarrassment. "um, can i get you guys anything to drink?"

the waitress glanced to you first, pulling out her notepad.

"chocolate milk."

she nodded, looking to nate.

"uh, i'll have chocolate milk too, please." nate glanced at the triplets, whose eyes flicked between you and nate. the rest of them ordered their drinks and the waitress hastily left. you kicked nick from under the table.

"ow!" nick winced, leaning down to rub his shin.

"guys, c'mon, she was so embarrassed," you scolded your brothers for their prank on the waitress.

"it's funny, she'll be fine," chris shrugged, looking over his menu. you rolled your eyes, picking up your own menu and scanning over it. nate leaned over to look at your menu, not bothering to pick up his own.

"what're you gonna get?" nate whispered to you. you pointed to an option, nate nodding in approval. you set the menu down and looked up to see your brothers staring at you, once again.

"what?"

"okay, c'mon guys, they're kind of cute," nick told his brothers, who returned his words with a look of disgust.

"this is gross," chris scowled.

"y'know, for once, i agree with you chris," matt said. you shook your head, looking at nate who had a grin plastered on his face.

"you love us," nate teased his friends.

"dude, shut up," chris scoffed, leaning back into his seat.

"so is this just how it's gonna be from now on?" you asked, looking around at your brothers and boyfriend.

"yup," matt sighed. you looked at him with a smile, and he bit his cheek to resist smiling back, but you could see that deep down he approved.

nate placed a reassuring hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb. you smiled up at him your hand sneaking under the table to grab his. nate interlocked his fingers with yours and brought your hand to his lap, keeping it there until the waitress came back with your drinks.

the five of you enjoyed your breakfast together, you and nate occasionally rolling your eyes as your brothers made snide comments about your relationship. you couldn't keep from smiling though, knowing that this was just their way of saying that they were happy for you both.

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author's note: this is me coming out as a nate girl, through and through. if nate has a million fangirls, i'm one of them. if he has one fangirl, it's me. if he has no fangirls, i'm dead. love u guys, happy spring 🌻 !

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cal-flakes · 10 months

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omg just read the touch starved dealer rafe post and i’m obsessed can u please do more of their dynamic? like being protective, or comforting her, or cuddling her or like smut that’s like soft dom rafe

heavy on dealer!rafe today so all your dealer!rafe concepts are being welcome with open arms and a big smooch rn xxxx

╰┈➤ protective dealer!rafe

warnings: swearing, descriptions of violence, mentions of a gun.

summary: dealer!rafe protects y/n from her father.

y/n snuggled into the couch, legs spread over rafe’s lap as he counted through the stacks of cash on the coffee table. he’d gotten back from a deal with barry not long ago, finding y/n asleep on the couch, snoring softly.

small packets of powder littered the table as he compared the cash total to the bags he had left. a sudden slurred yell from the driveway caused y/n to stir, her eyes groggy as she squinted.

“y/f/n! you wanna come out here darlin’?” rafe stood immediately, hastily tucking his gun into the front waistband of his pants. “rafe..” she whimpered, eyes wide.

“shh, i’m gonna sort it out okay baby?” he spoke, stroking her cheek soothingly.

it was her father. y/n hadn’t seen him in a couple months, since the night rafe picked her up.

from then on she’d stayed with him at tannyhill, he bought her everything she needed, drove her wherever she needed to go.

he’d even suggested quitting her job, claiming he could take care of her. and while she appreciated the offer, she turned it down, everything he’d given her was already too much.

he stomped through the foyer, puffing his chest out slightly. rafe opened the front door, facing the drunken man in his driveway.

“can i help you?” he spat, observing the baffled look on her fathers face. “i didn’t ask for you, cameron. where’s my daughter?” he sneered, gesticulating furiously.

“she doesn’t want to see you, and quite frankly, neither do i..” rafe growled, squaring up to the man.

“oh! you think you’re some big boy now huh cameron! you weren’t so tough when your daddy was around..” rafe’s chest heaved as his breath increased, rage surging through him like a train.

stepping closer, rafe faced her father. “get the fuck off my property..” he spat.

“not until i see my little girl!” the man yelled, stumbling on his feet.

“she’s not your little girl anymore. not after everything you did to her. now, as i said, get the fuck..off my property” rafe’s venomous words were like knives, cutting through the man’s heart.

“yeah? what the fuck are you gonna do little boy?” her father taunted, attempting to intimidate rafe.

discreetly reaching for the hem of his shirt, he lifted it to wipe his face. the dishevelled man’s eye bulged slightly, rafe having flashed his gun.

her father stepped back, almost tripping over his uncoordinated footsteps as he retreated to the gates. “that’s what i thought..asshole” rafe muttered under his breath.

he stood there for a couple minutes, making sure her father had left before heading back inside.

“rafe? is he gone?” y/n whispered, tears in her eyes.

he rushed to her side, discarding the gun on the coffee table. “he’s gone angel, he’s not gonna bother you anymore..” he cooed, wiping the cascade of tears away with his thumb.

she leant into his touch, nodding. “thank you rafe..” she sighed, placing her hand on top of his. “don’t, you don’t need to thank me, im gonna keep you safe no matter what, m’kay?”

he pulled her into his side, gently kissing her head as she snuggled into him. “i love you baby, nothings gonna hurt you as long as i’m around..”

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strxbrymochi · 2 months

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i know im quite late but this has been stuck in my head and i need to get it out so here are my 12am impulse thoughts,,,

how i imagine nct dream would be on valentine's day;

note: this is just the vibes i get from seeing them and 100% based on my delusional imagination

mark;

i am extra delulu for this man rn its so bad

i feel like he would be such a wholesome valentine date

straight up imagined some sort of serenading going on bc hello guitar skills?? and his voice??

i'd imagine he'd gift you some sort of designer thing (just cause i think he's the type to spoil u for special occasions bc ur his girl yk screams)

i think good food = good talks = just enjoying each other's company; type of guy i genuinely feel like you can have hour hour hours long convos and not get bored

lots of laughs bc hearing his laugh >>>

feel more home date vibes where you take out your fave foods and just jam out love songs in pjs but i can also see late night walks or going to some lowkey resto so yalls dont get spotted

renjun;

this guy is for real a deep down romantic aint no way with that face and attitude have you seen how he speaks to some of the dreamies??

defs would serenade u if u ask him to (imagine him shy at first but giving it his all aww)

hands down will gift u something he custom made i do not doubt this given he made custom hoodies for the rest of dream but yours defo will be extra special and made with care <3

can imagine some sort of art date or a quiet night for the two of yalls, him spoiling u a bit cause valentines is extra reason to do so

honestly if i was on a date w him i'd just stare at him ... oops

i think u guys should do the "draw each other" trend as a gift and ur drawing of him looks horrendous (bc u are not as gifted in the arts-- if you are good for u) while his of you looks majestic but he keeps it anyways bc u made it (hearing his beautiful laugh makes it worth ut too anyways)

jeno;

ok look i think jeno's v acts of service-y

wouldn't question if he attempts to cook for you or do things for you a lot more often on valentines to show his love for u (wake up to meals and a clean house yessir-- only for today tho GAHAHAHAHA)

another one i think would spoil you with designer stuff and just imagine the little cute smile on his face when he watched you open the gifts cause he's out here looking at u w pure genuine love (must be nice)

my man's a gamer would probs challenge u to a game or two before heading out

ice cream !!!!!! i have seen 2 vlogs w him looking for and eating ice cream i think you guys will defs have an ice cream taster or smtg (he's so me!!)

idk bro i love jeno any boyfriend fantasy i have in my dreams is played out by him. TT

haechan;

nah yea atp they'd all spoil you (pls dream is full of loving green forest men)

i can imagine deep talks about your future together like wouldnt be surprised if mans doesnt just propose to you alr thats how much he loves you

clingy clingy boy and he is not afraid to show you and let you know how much he loves u !

would hands down take you to the BEST restos and yalls would have insanely good food

can see some karaoke or bowling or idk just an activity yalls can do together before going home for a quiet night of the talks and just enjoying each other's presence

where do i find one genuine question

jaemin;

royalty treatment all the way

breakfast in bed: check with four course meal, flowers: check, gifts: check, chore-free house: check say less

i feel like jaemin is a very big words of affirmation guy so he will not stop complimenting you or saying he loves you

takes a lot of pictures of you too

yk also i think he'd actually send his mom flowers for valentine's day too

staring at you for hours with that stupid cute grin of his, eyes full of adoration

would have all your wants and preferences memorised hes so attentive you actually dont need to worry or do anything all day (just appreciate it bc u deserve him and his love!!!)

chenle;

(there were like no chenle gifs wtf)

PRESIDENT ZHONG CHENLE!!!!! money moves fr name what u want and u got it, spoiled level 1000 on valentine's day

if he could go around freely i think he's the type to take you to fancy ass restaurants like those rich hotel ones (but like if not that's ok he'll spoil you through other means)

he's a menace sometimes i think he'd joke around and try to get on your nerves a bit for fun like imagine him rocking up and being like what day is it today? oh it's valentine's? what's that idk what that is. was i meant to do smtg for u? (him and haechan fr would be the type to tease u so bad) all that just for laughs i can alr imagine the look on his face

as sweet as he is i think at one point he'd either make you do smtg so stupid w him or get a random ass matching present just for the lols (he rlly doesn't gaf he's so real and u love him for it)

jisung;

my sweet sweet child (we're like the same age)

i feel like he'd be so babie trying to prep everything and making sure everything is perfect for u awwwie

tries to act all tough and cool but melts on the inside, compliment him once he shows that smile of his and he's down forever

would be the type to get advice from his hyungs on what to do but be so shy when asked (sksks hes adorable pls)

i feel like he would make you a custom gift like something you can take w u always but also get u something expensive idk unless ur not into that stuff GAHAHA

IMAGINE he tries cooking for u but oblivious kiddo ended up burning it but its ok he tried, yalls got takeout instead

OK ALSO think him trying to teach u how to dance that'd be so cute or yalls can end it w a movie just in each other's presence and u fall asleep next to each other on the couch (BYE SO CUTE IM DED)

ok that's it im done i need to sleep good night (stay delulu besties <3)

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cillian-gets-me-wetter · 2 months

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Hey can you write something about Joe and reader. Can it be like enemies to fwb. Joe bumps into reader at an event, he teases her about her stalking him and being obsessed with him but the reader just happens to be there because she’s genuinely interested in the event. Maybe after the event Joe decides to invite reader to like a after party kick back in his hotel room or home depending on the setting you choose and thats where they get intimate. Make it super smutty. Reader isnt famous in anyway she works in the field like a data analysis or statistician something other a journalist please, and you could make their rivalry or hatred stem back to college days.

NO BC I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SM YES YES YESSSS and i have the perfect song inspo in mind too :))

if u think i’m pretty - joe burrow x fem!reader

requested by: @multiflcs :))

warnings: exes to enemies to ??? (i’m sorry, all i know is complicated relationships tbh), smut (18+ ONLY), oral (fem receiving), joe is a certified munch (y’all can’t tell me otherwise), overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex, BIG DICK JOE, riding, hair pulling, spitting, mention of unrequited love, praise, implied height difference, no use of y/n, brief cameo from ja’marr

disclaimer: i do not own any people, teams or organizations i included in this story. this is for fictional purposes only. do not copy or claim my work as your own. comments, reblogs and constructive feedback are appreciated!!

a/n: this is my first time writing smut so hopefully you enjoy reading this as much as i loved writing this!

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i know that you're shitty and you're bad for me but i can't stop thinkin' 'bout it

as you walked the past the red carpet, you made your way inside the event venue, which was packed with celebrities, athletes and other public figures alike. as a data analyst for the 49ers, you were sent to las vegas to work for the super bowl so it was pretty exciting but a bit apprehensive. you’ve been to many football games for the past four years you’ve worked for the nfl but being able to attend the super bowl was a once in a lifetime experience.

through the connections you made throughout your time working, you scored an invite to the fanatics super bowl party this year so of course, you accepted. you look down at your outfit, which was a simple long-sleeved black cocktail dress, making you feel slightly undressed amongst those wearing luxury designers.

you walked through the sea of people that were socializing and talking amongst themselves to the bar area. the bartender, a woman who looked about your age, “hey, i love your dress! what can i get you?” you smiled, “thank you! and can i get a blue lagoon?” she nodded and began to make the drink. a voice behind you said, “you still order that? old habits die hard, i guess.” you scrunch up your face in confusion and look behind you, seeing the nfl’s golden boy, joe burrow, the sight of him making you sigh and roll your eyes.

you met joe during your second year at lsu, you had seen him around campus, went to some of the football games and at parties so you knew of him. you both had a statistics class together and he was failing so he asked you to help tutor him. you helped him gain a better understanding of the subject and was able to get his grade up. as you two spent more time together and got to know other, tension began to develop.

one night, he asked you to come over and hang out after your shift at a local bar and restaurant near campus. you got off of work and you drove over to his place, it seemed like a normal kind of night between friends, which consisted of ordering in food and taking turns to pick out a movie to watch.

this week, it was your turn to pick so you decided on sixteen candles since he never watched it before. you tilted your head up toward him from where you laid on his chest, “why haven’t you seen this before?” he shrugged as he gently ran his fingers through your hair, “just never got around to it.. i think tara tried to show me this other movie and i ended up falling asleep.”

tara mays was the typical popular sorority girl and cheerleader who thrived on daddy’s money in order to keep up with her lifestyle. her and joe would hook up occasionally but she would always want to make things into something more serious between them. however, joe would always have to let her down easy, insisting that she’s a great girl but a relationship wasn’t something he wanted (at least from her).

the words came out of your mouth before you actually thought your words over, “you aren’t seeing each other anymore?” he sighed, “yeah.. i had to be honest with her and myself about letting it continue.” you perk your head up in interest, “how so?” he looked at the television screen as if he was paying attention to the movie, “i told her i was into someone else.”

you nod understandably, “so.. who is this mystery girl? do i know her?” he looked down at you and smiled softly, “i think you know her very well. she likes to read a lot, she even has her own little library in her bedroom which is very cute. i have her coffee order memorized, which is a iced caramel macchiato with two sugars. her fav-”

you leaned forward and cupped his face, giving him a eager and passionate kiss. he quickly reciprocated the kiss, his hands wandering down your back. he moves away from your lips and starts to leave kisses all over your face, which made you laugh and try to wriggle away from him but his strong arms held you in place. he began to kiss down to your neck, then he flips you both over so that he’s on top.

it made you gasp and a breath hitches in the back of your throat at the way he moved you so effortlessly, like you weighed nothing. you opened your legs and wrapped them around his waist so he can feel more comfortable on top of you. he laughs softly at your reaction, “so.. i guess you’re into me too then?” you roll your eyes playfully, “shut up”. then you grab him by his shirt and kiss him deeply, internally praying that nothing ruins this moment.

the bartender handed you your drink and joe slides his card across the bar table to pay for it. you attempt to push it back in his direction, “that isn’t necessary, joe.” he shrugged it off and gently moved your hand away, “don’t worry about it.” the poor woman sensed the tension between the two of you and silently took his card and swiped it through. she asked, “do you want a receipt?”

before you said anything, joe shook his head and she handed him back his card, giving you both a polite smile. you sip your drink, annoyed at the fact that he even bothered to show up and the fact he pulled this kind of gesture knowing you wanted nothing to do with him. his voice broke you out of your thoughts, “you know… a thank you would suffice.” he dawned those famous cartier sunglasses and those stupid jeans he wore throughout college. even if he did look really hot, he was still the same person who broke your heart after graduation years ago.

you scoffed, “like i said, it wasn’t necessary. i could have bought it myself.” he retorted, “well i wanted to so you’re welcome.” your blood started to grow warm and beginning to boil at the way he was acting. he wasn’t the one who had his heart broken so the attitude wasn’t needed. he clears his throat awkwardly, “are you stalking me?” you furrowed your eyebrows at the audacity of that question. the fact he even asked you that made you want to punch him in the nose.

you laughed sarcastically, “are you fucking kidding me?do you seriously think that i came out here for you?” he shrugged, “well, why are you here then? you don’t know anything about football. you’re too obsessed with me to actually pay attention.” you glared daggers at him as the tension between the two of you grew by the second. you get closer to him and throw your drink in his face, causing attention towards you and him as he wipes the remnants of blue lagoon on his jacket sleeve.

the other partygoers stared both of you down, wondering what happened and what led to throwing a drink in the quarterback’s face. you seethe, “fuck you, joe.” you walked out of the party venue, completely embarrassed and anxious about losing your job since this incident involved a prominent player in the league. you made it outside and walked further down the street to a empty bench far away from all the commotion from the party.

you open your purse and dig through to find your pack of cigarettes that you only smoked when you’re stressed or overwhelmed and desperate times call for desperate measures. you take one out of the pack with your pink lighter, igniting it. you take a long drag and inhale into your lungs, letting it calm your nerves as you exhale. your hands were trembling and your brain was going at a million miles per hour when joe sits next to you.

he looks over at you, his eyes softening at the shaken state you were in because of him. you stare at the cars and people walking by, “if you want to get me fired, that’s fine.” he shook his head, “i’m not going to get you fired or anything like that. you had a right to throw that drink in my face.” you took another long drag as you flicked off some of the ash beginning to build up on top.

you both sat in an uncomfortable silence until he decided to break it, “so you work in data analysis now?” you nod, “yes.. i don’t know how long after what just happened.” he sighed, “you aren’t going to get fired. plenty of people in this field have done worse and received no repercussions. i’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you don’t get in trouble for this.”

you shook your head, “you wouldn’t understand, joe. you’re a man, if you were in my shoes, you would face no punishment. but for me, it’s 100% a possibility that i can lose my job because of this. you’re a famous quarterback who i threw a drink in his face while i just work for the team.” you felt yourself growing to panic as you anxiously tap your fingers against your thigh, “it’s supposed to be this huge event and i feel like i would be a liability for that.”

he wrapped his arm around you, not caring about the smell of the cigarette lingering on his clothes. his free hand rubbed against your back soothingly, doing his best to calm you down. he reassured, “if anything comes out about it, i know a few people that can make it go away. as for the team, i’m going to talk to them about it being a misunderstanding.”

you looked over at him, “you don’t have to do that for me.” he said, “i want to, okay? i put you through so much pain and i want to make it up to you.” you didn’t notice a few stray tears flow down your face until joe tilted your chin with his fingers and wiped them away with his thumb. his ocean blue eyes stared deeply into yours, “i am so sorry. for everything.”

you flick the remains of your cigarette to the ground and let out a tearful sigh, “i haven’t loved anyone else since you. i don’t think i’m capable of feeling that way towards anyone.” your confession made his heart drop into his stomach. he remembered that night after you both graduated as if it happened yesterday.

as you slowly kissed him after settling into bed after that eventful day, you whisper against his lips, “i love you.” those three words made him stop kissing you. while you two had been dating for almost 6 months, he had no idea if he was ready to say it yet. while he was the #1 draft pick for the cincinnati bengals, you were able to obtain an internship for the denver broncos, which was going to 17 hours away from him.

you noticed his lips stopped moving against yours, you looked at him with concern. “are you okay, baby?” he let out a shaky sigh, “i don’t know if i’m ready for this.” you asked, “what do you mean?” he continued, “you’re going to be all the way in colorado while i’m in ohio. how are we going to make this work if i won’t be able to see you?”

you looked at him, taken aback. “well, we can always facetime and we can visit each other whenever we can.” he shook his head, “we’ll literally go from seeing each other every day to barely seeing each other at all. do you have any idea how hard that is for me?” you rubbed your face, feeling the skin in order to not shut down.

you bite back, “it’s going to be hard for me too! it’s not just about you, joe. we both have our own careers we need to focus on but it doesn’t mean that i don’t love you.” he gets out of your bed and grabs his backpack off your chair, packing up his clothes. “where are you going?” he opened up the drawer you cleared for him whenever he would spend the night with you, shoving whatever clothes that he can fit into the bag.

“i just need space. i’m just going to go back to my place for tonight.” you get up out of bed, standing in front of the dresser so he wouldn’t just leave. “we need to talk about this, joe.” he sighed, “what do you want me to say? that long distance relationships don’t last no matter how much we’d try? get realistic and stop romanticizing this.”

your voice cracks and eyes well up with tears, “so that’s just it then? you don’t want to be with me anymore?” he shrugged, “i really don’t see any other solution.” you nodded meekly, finally moving out of his way. “just get your shit and go.”

you leaned closer to him, burying your face into his neck. he wrapped his arms around you, inhaling his cologne, noticing it was the one you gave him for his birthday. he kissed your forehead gently, “we’re going to figure this out, okay?” you nod and pull away from his embrace, wanting to get a better look at him. he still had the same haircut from college and his cartier glasses were off, the streetlight capturing how beautiful his eyes are.

he stared back at you in awe, he still thought of you as the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on. he moved a couple strands of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, the gesture making you melt like putty in his hands. without a second thought, he leaned in and softly pressed his lips against yours, suddenly pulling away incase he misread any signals.

“i’m sor-“ you cut him off by kissing him passionately, your hand finding its home in the back of his head, running through his dirty blonde hair. while your other hand wandered under his plain white t-shirt, feeling his warm body against your manicured fingertips. he wrapped his arm around your waist while his free hand groping your left breast over your dress causing you to moan into the kiss, slipping his tongue inside your mouth.

his hand moves down to your plush thighs, giving them both a firm but gentle squeeze. his lips move away from yours, kissing down your jaw to your neck. your hand moves back to his hair, giving the roots a gentle squeeze, he lets out a breathy groan against you. his breath tickles your skin softly, his lips finding the spot on your neck that makes your squirm. he sucks against your sensitive skin causing you to mewl at the feeling of him sucking and biting your neck, leaving a bruise that you’re going to need to cover up later on.

he detached his lips from your neck to admire his work, lightly kissing the hickey he left on you, which made you wince. you both smile softly, taking in what just happened and how much you’ve missed each other. he asks, “do you want to head back to my hotel or yours?” you shrug, “it doesn’t matter to me.” he nods, “okay, we’re going to mine then.” he sat up, holding his hand out for you to take.

you hold his hand, allowing him to help you up from the bench and intertwining both of your fingers together. he said, “my hotel isn’t too far from here so it won’t be too long.” you nod, standing up on your toes and kissing his cheek. he blushed softly, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer to him as you walk to his hotel room.

as you walk closer to where he was staying, you began to slow down next to him as your feet began to grow tired in the heels you were wearing. he looked at you concerned about you slowing down, “is everything okay?” you nodded, “yeah, it’s just that my feet were starting to hurt.”

he squatted down onto the ground near you, he looked up and asked, “can you lift your foot up really quick?” you nodded, lifting your foot up off the ground for him as he held it delicately. he unhooked the heels clasp around your ankle and gently took off the heel for you. you lifted your other foot off the ground for him and he did the same thing.

he held both of your heels for you as he got up off the ground, dusting the dirt off his jeans. he asked, “do your feet feel better?” you smiled softly and nodded, “they do. thank you.” he smiled back and leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. “you’re welcome, baby.” you laugh softly, “baby? are you getting all soft on me, burrow?”

he rolled his eyes playfully, “only for you.” he interlocked his fingers with yours, kissing your hand softly and leading the way back to his hotel. as you both walked through the lobby and inside the elevator, he pressed the fourth floor button and turned you over to face him as the elevator doors closed. he leaned down once more, kissing your lips once again, cupping your face gently in his hands.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as the kiss grows more intense when the elevator opens, signaling that you made it on the fourth floor. he grabs your hand and hurriedly pulls you outside the elevator and leads you down the hallway to his room. as you reach the outside of his door, he pulls the keycard out of his pocket as you lean closer to him and teasingly kiss his neck.

he shudders as he puts the card into the slot, “fuck, don’t tease me.” you smiled against his neck, “or what?” the light on the door turned green and he immediately opened it, pulling you inside. he grabbed the “do not disturb” sign and set on the door outside the room, shutting it behind him and locking it.

you set your purse on the desk and he threw your heels to the floor near the nightstand, lightly grabbing your wrist to get you to look at him. he feverishly kisses you as if his life depended on it, his teeth clashing against your own. you managed to slip your tongue into his mouth as his hands explored your body over your dress. he managed to say through kisses, “take this off.”

you nodded eagerly as he sits down on the corner of the bed, wanting to watch you undress for him. you slowly took off your dress, revealing your matching laced black lingerie set underneath. he took off his jacket and his necklaces as you undressed for him, throwing his jacket to the floor and setting his necklaces on the nightstand then turning over to face you again.

you decided to straddle his lap, pulling him into a needy kiss as his hands wander your body to the back of your bra. “can i take this off?” you smiled against his lips and nodded, “of course, baby.” his hands unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor as he looked at your breasts for the first time in years.

his hands caressed them softly causing you to let out a soft moan into his mouth. he looked down at them, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of your pierced nipples. “when did you get this done?” you blushed softly, “like two years ago.. do you like them?” he nodded, his fingers teasing the balled jewelry, making you shudder and whimper.

he takes your breast into his mouth, sucking on your nipple and teasing the jewelry with his tongue. you moaned softly, watching him lick and suck while you run your fingers through his hair. his free hand teases the other one as his mouth moves to it, giving them both the same love and recognition. you whimpered, grinding your hips softly onto his lap.

he detached his mouth from you as his hands held your hips, helping you grind against him and groping your ass. he captured your lips again in a messy kiss, his nose brushing against yours. “i missed you so much.” you whispered against his lips, “i missed you too, baby.” your fingers reach the hem of his t-shirt, him quickly obliging as he pulls it over his head and throwing it to the floor.

he quickly flips you both over, climbing over you and kissing down your neck to your chest. you shudder softly against his lips as he kisses down your stomach to reaching the hem of your panties. his fingers brushed over the damp cloth causing you to whimper softly and open your legs for better access for him. he asked softly, “can i take this off too, pretty girl?”

you nod eagerly, “please take them off.. i need to feel you.” he grabs both sides of your panties as you lift your hips up so he can easily take them off. he pulls them down your legs and reaches your ankles then throwing them to the side. his fingers brush over your wet folds as you mewl softly at the feeling of his fingers against you.

he bit his lip as he teasingly rubbed his fingers against you, “you’re so wet for me.. and i barely did anything. it’s kind of pathetic, baby.” you mewl at his words, not being able to take his teasing any longer. you begged, “please do something, joe. i need you so bad.” without hesitation, he opened your legs a little wider and buried his face between them. he kisses and teases your clit with his tongue causing you to let out a sigh and closing your eyes.

he tapped your inner thigh, “look at me, baby. i want you to watch me.” you opened your eyes and looked down at him as he suckled your clit into his mouth. you run his fingers through his hair and mewl loudly at the feeling of him slipping his tongue inside of you. he devoured you as if he hadn’t eaten in days, you moaned in satisfaction and contorting your face in pleasure as you watch him eat you out.

his tongue lapped against your wet cunt as you push his face closer into you, grinding against his tongue as if you’re riding him. he pulled your legs onto his shoulders as your thighs clench against his head, you whimper and grip his hair tightly causing him to moan as he kisses and laps up your wet arousal. the pit building in your stomach began to boil over until you’re writhing against his face. and arching your back.

he knew you were growing closer to your orgasm as your movements started moving sloppily against him. he asked, “you want to cum, baby?” he slipped his tongue inside you once more. you nodded, “yes, i’m so fucking close!” he urged, “beg for it. tell me how much you missed me.” you whimpered, “i missed you so much, joe. no one can make me feel as good as you.”

he smirked against you, “good girl. cum for me, baby. cum on my face.” you came undone at his words and the feeling of his tongue flicking against your clit. you moaned in ecstasy as your legs shook against his face as he continued you to guide you through your orgasm. you gasp and whine as the overwhelming sensation of his tongue curling inside you.

you whimpered, “okay, you can get off. please.” he moved his tongue out of you, his chin and mouth glistening with your juices. he pressed a few chaste kisses in your inner thighs before he finally moved out of between your legs. he leaned up closer to you, your legs wrap around his waist, his hard cock straining in his jeans and rubbing against your inner thigh.

he kisses you feverishly, slipping his tongue in your mouth. tongues and teeth clash against each other as the neediness between the two of you grew more intense. he pulls away from you and lightly pecks your lips, “you taste better than i remembered.” you blush, “you remembered what i taste like?”

he nods, “of course i do. you haven’t left on my mind since i left that night.” you sat up, kissing him softly as your hand reaches down and teases through his jeans by caressing your hand against him. he groans softly, shuddering at the feeling of your soft hand on the outside of his jeans. “you can take it out if you want. i don’t think i’ll last long if you keep rubbing me like that.”

you giggle lightly, “you got that hard from eating me out?” he said, “i got hard the moment i saw you again if you want me to be honest.” you peck his lips softly, “you’re so fucking cute.” your hand moved to the zipper of his jeans, unzipping and unbuttoning them. he pulled his jeans down to his ankles, kicking them off to the side, revealing his black calvin klein boxers.

you helped pull his boxers down, revealing his girthy, rock hard cock slapping against his abdomen as you free him from his boxers. you stroke it softly, your thumb feeling the slit of his tip as he lets out a sigh. “fuck, i missed your hands on me.” you asked, “oh yeah?” he nodded, “if you keep doing that, this is going to be over pretty quickly.” you laughed softly and moved your hand off him.

he rubbed his cock over your folds, making you both groan and whimper in pleasure. “if it hurts, i’ll stop, okay?” you nod feverishly, bucking your hips to match his movements. he slipped the tip of his cock inside of you, letting you slowly adjust to his size and so he can feel how warm and tight you are. you both let out a breathy moan, he slipped more of him inside you causing you to wince and him to groan softly. “fuck, i missed you.”

his thrusts were teasingly slow as he let you adjust to his size again since it was so long since he’s been inside you. you whimpered, “fuck me, joe.. please”. he moved his hips, thrusting a little faster causing you to moan softly in his ear. his lips nipped and sucked on your collarbone as you buck your hips into his to match his thrusts. he asked teasingly, “do you like that, baby?”

you nodded eagerly, “fuck me harder… i need it so bad.” he moved your legs over his shoulders as he thrusted deeper inside you. your knees were against your chest as he fucked you harder, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and both of your moans filled the hotel room. both of you were lost in each other until the sound of his phone rang from the pocket of his jeans.

he groaned annoyingly at the dreaded sound ruining the mood as he moved out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. he quickly grabbed his jeans off the floor and took his phone out of his back pocket, swiping to answer it and holding it against his ear. “yeah?” he smiled softly down at you as his hands groped at your breast, rubbing his thumb over your pierced nipple.

he sighed, “no, dude, i left the party over an hour ago. what happened?” you mouthed, “do you want to stop?” he shrugged, listening to whatever ja’marr is asking him about. “no, i caught up with an old friend and we’re back at my hotel.” you smiled softly as you knew you were the old friend he was referring to. he laughed softly, “no, i’ll tell you about it later..” you grew more comfortable onto the bed as he finished up his phone conversation. “okay i’ll text you later.. get back safe.”

he ended the call and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, leaning down and kissing you hungrily. he asked softly, “do you want to keep going?” you nodded, “yes please.” he laughed softly, “aww, look at you using your manners.” he kissed the crook of your neck then pecked your lips, “such a sweet girl.” you asked shyly, “can i ride you?”

he nodded eagerly, lying down on the bed next to you. you crawled on top of him, kissing his neck teasingly. he lets out a soft sigh, running his fingers through your hair as you find the sensitive part of his skin, sucking and nipping the same way he did on the bench prior. his breath hitches, “fuck, don’t tease, baby.”

you giggled softly, detaching your lips from his neck before giving the forming bruise a small kiss, hearing a wince from him. you got up onto the bed, hovering over his cock while you line him up with your entrance. you sink down onto his length, hearing shudders and gasps from the both of you.

you start to roll your hips, his hands going straight to your hips helping guide your movements against his body. you whimper and moan as you close your eyes and throw your head back in pleasure. his hand reaching up and groping your tit as you ride him to oblivion. you had plenty of hookups after you and joe broke up but no one made you feel so full and satisfied you the way he did.

he laid up further, pulling you closer to him as he kisses you passionately. his hands gripped against your hips, probably leaving tiny bruises for you to wake up to the next morning. sweat began forming and dripping down from both of your foreheads as your legs started getting weaker. his hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze as your movements began to slow.

the heat in your stomach was rising as you continued to move against him. his hands wandered and caressed your body on top of him. he cupped your face softly and lowly whispered, “open your mouth, baby.” you obeyed, sticking your tongue out for him as he spit in your mouth. you whimpered softly as you swallowed his spit causing him to groan at the sight of you. “you’re such a good girl.”

his words push you closer to the edge of your climax as you push through the soreness in your legs. your walls began to tighten around him causing him to let out a soft moan. you moaned, “i’m so close.” he grunted, “fuck, i am too. cum for me, baby. i want to feel you around me.” you loudly gasped, burying your face in his sweaty shoulder, biting down to muffle your screams. the feeling of your teeth digging into his skin and your walls clenching his length made groan and shudder as he fills you up with his cum.

you pull him into a slow, needy kiss as you both were steadily coming down from what just occurred. you get off of his lap, legs shaking from either your orgasm or how long you were using them for. you get up from bed and attempt to gather your clothes to get dressed when joe asks, “what are you doing?” you eyed him with confusion, “getting ready to leave?” he shook his head, “come lay down with me.”

you found yourself crawling back into bed with him before thinking it over, you were used to leaving after a hook up so him asking you to spend the night was something that you hadn’t heard in a long time. you cuddled into his chest as he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, your leg draping against his hips. what you didn’t know was that joe rarely dated after you two broke up. he went on a few dates but always found himself thinking of you to fully pursue anything.

you felt yourself beginning to doze off but was fighting to stay awake so you can be in the moment with him longer. he whispered in your ear, “you can go to sleep.. i’ll be here when you wake up, okay?” you nodded sleepily as you finally shut your eyes, softly snoring on his chest. he gently moved your hair out of your face and kissed the top of your head as he watched you peacefully sleep. he never thought you’d actually end up in his arms again..

but now that you’re here with him, he finally felt he was whole again. his only regret was that it took him so long to realize that he loved you after you two broke up and you moved away.. he cooed softly in your ear as you slept, “i love you.” he gave you a kiss on your forehead before drifting off to sleep, being happy that you were back in his arms again.

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