#i bought a lip scrub
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holding back with every fibre of my being to not buy the entire lush store
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welcome home <3
he’s unboxed ! who cheered. by far one of my most requested fics of all time. started this series 6 months ago and it remains one of my favs :,) this is by no means the end though ! i haven’t been writing any of the additions to this series in “order” and i am still 100% open to writing about his life inside/after prison lol. thank u to all the lovely ppl that have been showing love to these since april mwah mwah mwah mwah
as always, prison bf toji series linked here <3
content: (incarceration, fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, p in v smut, pining, road head, swallowing, creampie, dirty talk, multiple rounds)
“just step through here and—yep,” the guard waves his security want across your outstretched arms, clearing you to take your belongings from the conveyor belt.
you’d done this dance a hundred times over the past seven years, driving up to the district penitentiary twice a week to see your boyfriend—now fiancé.
toji told you he didn’t have it in him to wait, popping the question during a conjugal visit a month ago.
the man had known he’d wanted to marry you even before he got locked up. the feeling was mutual, but unspoken, always hanging in the air between the two of you.
you on the other hand had known you wanted to marry toji the moment he whispered his first “i love you,” said to you through the crackly speaker of a burner phone on a night when neither of you knew if he’d be coming home or not.
you make a beeline for the release wing, breaking into a subtle jog without drawing too much attention to yourself. the bouquet of green flowers you’d bought at the grocery store jostles in your purse, leaving a breadcrumb trail of stray petals.
there, around a bend and down the corridor stands the man of your dreams, flanked by officers and personnel at the front desk.
metal cuffs clack together as the man reaches to accept a clipboard from the release agent, skillfully uncapping the pen with his teeth to fill out the means for his freedom.
he looks up a split second before you speak, dropping the clipboard with an audible clatter. toji tears down the corridor with a look that speaks of relief beyond words.
“toji!” you yell, sprinting to the inmate with outstretched arms. you nearly trip over your own feet with how quick you barrel towards him.
warm bodies clash together at last, squeezing, cradling, and caressing every inch of each other at last. his law enforcement entourage watches from afar, some smiling, others annoyed.
you’re lifted clean off the ground as strong, tattooed arms slip over your head and around your body. thick fingers work their way into your hair, cradling your head to his shoulder.
actions speak louder than words, you know that much from how quickly he buckles, dropping to his knees with your body still wrapped around his.
toji smells different every time you come to visit. there were days when the tang of blood stuck to his skin no matter how hard he scrubbed, a telling sign of his short temper.
other days he’d smell like the earth, soil from the rec field permeating his already brown garments after his morning run.
once in a while, you’d catch hints of industrial paint and car exhaust, a smell built up from hours of making license plates for pocket change from the state. “pennies,” he’d tell you, “that’s all we fucking get in here.”
today, toji smells like himself. like the man you fell in love with 7 years ago in the passenger seat of a BMW, gazing into green eyes while gentle hands brushed the hair from your face.
you almost think he’s laughing until warm tears trickle through the porous fabric of your shirt.
strong shoulders quiver as quiet sobs rack his body, you rub his back in small circles, unable to pull away with how tight he’s holding you against his chest.
“i love you,” the inmate whimpers, wiping hot tears with his sleeve. he pulls back to press your lips together, mumbling nonsense in between kisses.
“pretty girl—m’ sorry— missed you,” his hands shake as they curl into the fabric at your waist.
you’d seen him cry exactly twice in his life. the first being the night he’d opened up to you in full for the first time, quietly relaying stories of neglect and abuse from his childhood while you kissed tears from his cheeks.
the second was well, the day he went away.
to see him break down like this so openly was devastating. he hated being emotional, told you it was humiliating. you’re sure he felt more than vulnerable, the leader of the city’s biggest drug ring, crumpled on the floor of a prison hallway
“it’s okay baby,” you tell him, still rubbing circles into his skin.
to touch him like this, at last, was unlike anything the two of you had been allowed to experience for the past 7 years. this wasn’t your two legally allowed hugs at the beginning and end of your visits, or a quick fuck in a storage closet.
this was love. to hold and be held in front of law enforcement personnel without threat of being reprimanded. this was the first time you had been allowed to feel him under the tips of your fingers with an audience, publicly declaring your claim on each other without fear.
you never blamed toji for what had happened, as angry as you were that first year. he blamed himself enough for the both of you really.
you’d come to learn over the years that it had already been too late for him to get out of his line of work way before you’d found each other, a cycle he couldn’t break.
prison was always a possibility, inevitable even. that’s just how it was.
you slowly gather your purse off the ground, cellophane-wrapped flowers coming into view.
“for me?” he laughs, slightly embarrassed. dark green carnations, just like his eyes.
“who else?” you tease, watching the distress melt from his face.
you share a look briefly, yours saying you’re safe with me. his saying i know.
the soft clicks of black work boots pull you from your thoughts, a female officer in tow.
“you guys ready to get started?” she asks softly, shooting you a sympathetic look.
toji stands with a chuckle, not letting you respond. silver cuffs dig into the meat of your thighs as you’re carried back to the group.
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half an hour of paperwork for his freedom. that’s what you give the prison in exchange for his belongings and dignity.
the waiting room is quiet, sterile air filtering through dated vents. calloused fingers rub over your ankle, legs propped up in his lap.
“feels like a hospital in here,” he mumbles, trying to cut through the silence.
the cuffs are gone, thank god. though you’re more than unhappy with the marks they left on his wrists. toji doesn’t seem to mind, used to almost a decade of this treatment.
the release desk worker slides you two a yellow bag under the glass divider once you finish your task, pointing you in the direction of the bathrooms in case toji wanted to change.
the inmate—no, ex-inmate you remind yourself— hands you the bag with a disinterested look.
he doesn’t want to remember, you realize. too scared to wear the suit he had on the day the world took you from him. you quickly trash the old clothes and hold out your shoulder bag to him, fresh clothes neatly folded inside.
“always prepared huh?” toji smiles, grateful at the gesture. “haven’t changed a bit.”
you wait a couple of minutes outside the single-stall bathroom, physically picking your jaw up off the floor when he emerges.
to say that his old shirt fit would be... egregiously wrong. blasphemous even.
toji’s shirt doesn’t just “not fit”, it’s bursting at the seams as it struggles to accommodate his hulking form, stretching over plains of corded muscle like a rubber band pulled too tight.
seeing him so often had likely gotten your brain used to the change, preventing you from realizing how fucking big your fiancé had gotten. truly.
the black garment is so tight against his body that it’s practically a second skin. you make note of the way it molds into the dips and curves of his abs, mentally reminding yourself to get him to wear it for you later.
you suppose the change makes sense. if toji wasn’t with you on a day visit he was always in his cell, sticking to a strict workout regimen to take his mind off things. still, you rack your brain trying to pinpoint how and when such a massive transformation slipped your mind.
a tattooed hand snaps you out of your trance, cradling your cheek.
“you focused?” your fiancé teases, rubbing circles into your jaw with his thumb.
“i think that thing’s gonna explode if you move,” you swat his hand away.
“would you rather i take it off to be safe?” he asks, jutting a thumb behind him at the waiting room desk.
the workers make no attempt to hide their oggling, faces pressed against the glass barrier separating your party from theirs.
“no— god keep it on,” you mutter, shooting them a nasty look.
“you and your girlfriend ready to go fushiguro?” an officer says, holding the door open for the both of you. toji squats down momentarily to get a grip on your thighs, folding you over his shoulder to carry you fireman style.
“wife,” he corrects, shouldering past the guard and trudging down the corridor with calculated steps.
the coos that ring out from the help desk are humiliating.
waxed tile fades into worn concrete as the two of you pass the threshold into the prison parking lot, your soon-to-be-husband muttering a curt “go fuck yourselves” to the officers who’d wished him good luck on his way out the door.
you’re proud of him for holding his tongue, in a way. knowing toji and his temper there were a hundred more creative and undoubtedly gruesome things he could have said to the personnel who’d kept him locked up for the better half of a decade.
the world flips right side up again as you’re gently placed on your feet in front of the car.
toji raises his head to the sky, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.
“s’ nice,” he mumbles, reaching to intertwine your hands. “felt the sun during rev time but.. not like this.”
you hum, rubbing your thumb over tattooed knuckles.
“get ready to experience a lot more sun then,” you giggle. “wanna have a look at the car?” the question is more of a rhetorical one at this point considering he’s already running his hand over the hood with a whistle.
“haven’t seen this baby in a while,” he smiles, internally gushing at your choice to welcome him to the world in the car he used to drive you home the night you met. your fiancé doesn’t have to say thank you, you know how grateful he is from his smile alone.
he falters for a bit, looking like a newborn fawn with how careful his steps are as he circles the vehicle. you figure wearing proper shoes instead of rubber slides must feel at least a little abnormal after 7 long years.
“alright,” toji states, rolling his shoulders in his too-tight top. “fuck are we waiting for, i wanna go home.”
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you pay no mind to toji the first time he turns to look at you, opening his mouth to say something before slumping back into his seat with a frustrated sigh.
the fourth time it happens, you speak up.
“what are you doing?” you laugh, eyeing him from the driver's seat
“getting rubbed to death by my fucking zipper,” he mutters, repositioning his lower half to take the pressure off his cock. his frustration isn’t aimed at you in the slightest, all blame placed on his bottoms.
oh.. oh.
the whirlwind of emotions toji had gone through in the past 3 hours alone had taken a toll on his mind and body. but tasting the first morsels of freedom with you, alone in a car that smelled like you? you’d be worried if he wasn’t hard.
you had no problem helping his little problem go away, the question was how soon.
the idea that piques on you is absolutely shameful, you’re not even sure where it came from but you don’t have it in you to care.
you know this road, you’ve used it a thousand times to make the trip up to the penitentiary. judging by how long you’d been driving you’d say there was about 10 minutes left before ruler-straight tar merged into the twists and turns of the suburbs.
“when did your license expire?” you ask, cautiously peering in the rearview mirror. good, no cars.
“3 years ago,” he laughs, “why?”
fuck it, you think.
“you still remember how to steer?”
“course i d— oh.”
it finally dawns on him. you smile, shooting him a look that says “want to?”
you’re sure you have your answer judging by how quick he shucks his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock from its confines.
“oh fuck,” he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open as your mouth presses against his base.
your fiancé steers while your head bobs just beneath the dash, one hand on the wheel and the other placed firmly at the crown of your head, guiding you up and down the shaft.
your throat flexes around the intrusion, fighting the hulking feeling of his length mercilessly fucking into your mouth.
“fuck, perfect girl— my girl,” he shudders, hips moving to buck into your slick throat.
“gonna cum, gonna— shit,”
fingers kissed in dark ink massage your throat softly, urging you to swallow the hot load coating every inch of your mouth. you flutter around his length, pulling back to clean him off with your tongue.
“fucks gotten into you, pretty girl?” he whispers, so out of breath you barely hear him.
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you barely make it up the steps of the house before you’re shoved against the door, tattooed hands groping up and down your body with fervor.
“keys,” he says against your lips, “keys—fuck, now,” his voice is hoarser this time, desperation clear.
you whip around to jam the item into the lock, not unaware of the rock-hard dick grinding into your jean-clad ass from behind.
you’re being carried to the couch before you even step off the doormat, a stray throw blanket cushioning your fall as you’re pressed into squeaky leather.
“won’t be gentle,” toji groans, ripping your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion.” can’t right now.”
“don’t be.” you say, rucking his shirt off his body surprisingly quick. “wouldn’t want you to.”
you needed him, needed toji to have his way with you. to christen your home round after round until you couldn’t feel where his body and yours ended.
when it came down to it, you suppose
he smiles at the crude admission, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your drenched folds.
“filthy,” he mutters, said almost lovingly. toji grips his base and sinks to the hilt with a sharp groan, shuddering at the heat of your walls.
the stretch is delicious, filling you from every angle and pressing right against that special spot. you’re surprised at how easily he slams in, though you’re embarrassed to admit it was entirely because of how soaked you were.
toji immediately pulls back with a flick of his hips, pistoning into you like his life depends on it.
he hasn’t changed, you think. still so incredibly in tune with your body, skills that would put a pornstar to shame.
this was better than some quick closeted fuck under the cover of night after slipping a guard a rubber band of cash. this was primal, filthy. two bodies writhing against each other, the only goal being complete and utter pleasure.
toji makes no effort to shush you like he would if you were sneaking around, basking in your sighs and whines like water from a stream.
“missed this,” he says, licking a long, wet stripe from your sternum to your pulse. “missed you, missed having you every day.”
“you’ll have me forever,” you moan, sucking a purple bruise into the tattooed skin of his throat.
thick fingers thread into your hair to hold you to his neck, silently commanding you to bite down.
and so you do. you bite down hard on the junction of his neck and shoulder, licking over pink teeth marks as his thrusts reach their maximum speed.
the pleasure you feel is blinding. stars explode behind your vision while the curve of his cock hits that heavenly spot in you just right. over, and over, and over.
your climax sneaks up on you before you can think, ripping a wail from the depths of your chest. toji’s thrusts falter to a halt as you lock down on him, pleasantly caught off guard by the vice grip you have around him.
“oh my g— holy shit,” he groans, mouth hanging open. dark brows furrow it to a look of pure pleasure, emerald eyes squeezing tight.
“keep going,” you mumble, scratching rivets down the skin of his back. “just keep fucking me please don’t stop please pl—”
“yeah? keep going?” he teases, groping at the swell of your breast. “greedy huh?”
you did want more, that was the thing. you just came the hardest you ever had in years but you’d be damned if he didn’t keep giving it to you.
brutal thrusts shake the frame of the couch. your bodies meld like they were made for each other, sharing pleasure in the comfort that came with the knowledge that the both of you intended to fuck until you physically couldn’t anymore.
“gonna come,” your fiancé pants, mouthing at the curve of one of your breasts. blunt teeth brush over the bud of your nipple, sending shockwaves down your spine
“inside, fuck—please,” you’re practically shaking.
“inside?” he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue like gold. “you want my seed? huh?”
you nod, clutching to his naked back as he ruts into you, deeper than ever. strong hands grip the back of your thighs practically folding you in half, opening you up in ways you thought to be impossible.
hot release fills you up for the second time that day, shrouding your lower half in a blanket of warmth.
you sigh, low and satiated at the feeling inside of you, pulling toji to your chest when he collapses on top of you.
“we should probably..” toji trails off, completely out of breath. “should probably head upstairs.” he heaves, chest swelling with deep gulps of air.
“or we could go another round?” you mumble, throwing the question out there.
“shit, yeah.. probably should right?” he chuckles
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Okay, so I’m weirdly into the idea of being someone’s estranged wife???
Imagine being Patrick’s estranged wife?? Like maybe he married you bc he couldn’t have Tashi and then just…never signed the divorce papers? And now he’s knocking on your door bc there’s a challenger he’s gonna play in buttttt his bank account’s a little low so could he pretty please crash with you? He’ll sleep on his couch and be on his best behavior, he swears
Queue him crawling into bed with you at 2 am bc it’s cold in the living room and you’re soft and pretty and whoops, he’s hard
Ooo love this
Warnings: Fingering, Patrick Being Patrick, bitter and estranged ex-wife Reader
"You have any chicken nuggets?"
"What are you, five?"
"Adults can enjoy chicken nuggets."
They certainly could, but you didn't grace that reply with a response, just watched with tepid interest as he rifled through the contents of your fridge.
A single phrase kept resounding in your mind:
I should've left him on the doorstep.
And maybe you should have. It wouldn't be the first time that you'd given Patrick the cold shoulder, and it wouldn't be the first time that he just parked in your driveway and slept in his car. But you just couldn't stand the sight of him out in the cold, pouting and gnawing on his lower lip in the fish-eye lens of your peephole.
"Why don't we order a pizza?" He tacked on.
We. It was always 'we' with him, but never in the action, or the cost—that was a 'you' action, not a 'we' more often than not.
"Who's paying for it?" You asked. Patrick turned to you with a dopey, guilty little smile affixed to his lips as he cocked his hip.
"Well until I sign the papers, the two shall be as one, right?"
"Yeah—Why haven't you signed, by the way?"
"Your guy's never been able to serve 'em." He turned back to the fridge, ducking his head as he looked around. "You got any beer?"
You rolled your eyes. "Third shelf, at the back."
"Bingo. Want one?"
"Not right now. But thanks for offering me something that I bought and paid for. Really appreciate it."
Patrick huffed a soft laugh as he turned toward you again, opening the beer against the edge of the counter.
"Mine mine mine," He teased. "What is it with you and what's yours, huh?"
"Just stating facts, Zweig."
"So self-righteous, Mrs. Zweig." He used your married name with a vinegary smile before taking a deep swig from his bottle, pointedly ignoring the way that you bristled. "So. Pizza?"
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Just the couch.
Patrick had pleaded it between bites of pizza, scrubbing the back of his hand across his mouth to clear the crumbs and oil left behind. He'd framed it as a reasonable enough request, like it was the easiest thing in the world to let your estranged husband back into your home.
You won't even know I'm there.
As if you hadn't been fighting to find a harmony within yourself for the last year, trying to serve him papers for the last six months, to get your divorce to take, to rid yourself of his last name.
Watching him sort through the garbage bags of clothing that you'd packed up for him to come and take between tours had been a little pitiful, but he'd unearthed what he'd needed to sleep in.
"Still have a toothbrush for me?" He asked.
"No."
"Face wash?"
"Don't you just use soap?"
"Yeah, but you put me on that, uh—That regimen, that routine."
"You never followed it."
"So you threw the stuff out?"
"I wasn't using it, so. Yeah."
"Huh." Patrick straightened, PJs in hand. You couldn't help but watch him strip off as he passed you, eyeing the ripple of his back muscles as he tossed his shirt in the direction of his bag.
"I'm showering," He called over his shoulder, "If you'd like to join me."
"I'd rather chew glass, but thanks."
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He was sleeping. He had to be, right? It didn't matter if he was or wasn't. It didn't matter that Patrick Zweig was asleep on your couch, just a floor away. It didn't matter that you were worked up, at the midpoint between pissed off and turned on.
How did he always manage to do that to you?
You should've been able to clock early on that it was trouble. None of your friends or family thought it would work out, and you'd been chagrined when they'd been right. For as much as you had once loved him, for as certain as you and Patrick had been sure you would fit, that you would fix whatever needed fixing, no matter what fate had in store for you, you just...Couldn't.
It didn't help that he had been chasing glory on the court, or that you had spent your relationship trying to fill the shoes of a woman that you could never be. It didn't help that the two of you were just fundamentally different, in ways that you either of you were unwilling to compromise. When he'd left, it hadn't been a surprise, but it had been so goddamn hard to serve him papers. But you'd had such trouble trying to pin him down during your relationship, why should the way you broke be any different?
But when you'd been in bed together—Hell, you'd been even more certain that it could work. You and Patrick just fit. Things had been so right with so little conversation or hesitation. Your needs had fueled one another's, and you'd been able to lose yourself in him. It should have been enough.
But it wasn't then, and it wasn't now.
He was asleep. He had a match the next morning, and he needed his rest. You could do the same—You should do the same. You needed to be staring at the ceiling right now like you need a goddamn hole in the head. You drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes and doing your best to focus on your breathing. In for five... Hold...Out...For...Five...In for...One...Two...Three...Four...
Your eyes opened, your breath catching as you heard the door open. You held completely still as you heard the door close again, chased by the soft pad of feet along your floor before the mattress dipped beside you. The covers shifted, lifting and falling as he laid down.
"Are you asleep?" He murmured. It was another moment before his palm skimmed across your belly, his rough cheek nuzzling against the curve of your shoulder. Your breath left you in a soft sigh, your muscles untensing bit by bit.
"I know you haven't been here in a while," You muttered, "But this is not the couch."
He huffed a soft laugh. "I know," He snuggled closer, and it was just a moment before you felt the press of his cock against your hip. You drew in a shaky breath, hands lowering to his arm.
"Patrick," You mumbled. "You should be asleep."
"I can't sleep." His teeth scraped along your jaw as his fingers snaked under the hem of your nightshirt.
"Indigestion?" You squeaked. "Shouldn't've had that third slice of pizza. I told you not to."
Your eyes squeezed shut as he rolled his hips against you.
"This feel like pizza to you?"
"Well—"
"Baby," He pleaded. "You gonna tell me you didn't miss me?"
It took you a moment, and you couldn't help your slight squirming.
"Not even a little."
He laughed again, and you knew that you hadn't been able to sneak a thing by him.
"You don't have to lie. I saw you watching me." He tipped his chin up, sucking a tender kiss to your neck. And you had, but—
"I wasn't."
Patrick tutted disapprovingly. You shuddered, arching up into his touch as his thumb skimmed across your hardening nipple.
"You're a shitty liar, you know that?"
"You're an asshole," You hissed as Patrick lifted his head.
"You like it."
You couldn't get a word out to argue as Patrick's tongue swept between your lips. You whimpered in spite of yourself, sinking back against your pillows and raising your hand to fist in his hair. He was over you in a moment, body shoving your thighs wide as his hands rucked up the bottom of your sleep shirt. You drew in a sharp breath as his head dipped to catch one of your nipples between his lips. You tightened your grip on his, shivering as he teased it with his tongue.
Patrick's hips ground against yours, rolling against where you're growing slick in your sleep shorts.
"How long's it been?" He murmured, "Huh? Since me?"
And it was too embarrassing to say—too embarrassing to admit that you hadn't slept with anyone since Patrick left.
"Shut up," You hissed, "Just—Please, shut up."
His hand snuck beneath the hem of your shorts, swiping gently across your tender clit, and he grinned as your hips hitched up into his deft touch.
"S'okay," He cooed as he eased a couple of fingers into your tight, aching cunt. "I missed you, too."
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"You gonna come watch me play?"
As with the rest of the last day or so, your answer should be no. You didn't turn to look at Patrick as you rummaged through your dresser for something to wear.
"I've seen you play, Patrick."
"Not lately." He tried again: "It's a challenger."
You hummed, giving a noncommittal shrug as you pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt.
"...Well can I stay here tonight?"
"If you win, sure."
"How will you know I win if you don't come see me?"
You rolled your eyes, hip-checking your drawer shut before pulling up your pants and tugging in your top.
"Fine. Just tonight. You'll have to find somewhere tomorrow night."
"I'll have the prize money by then, I'll crash at a motel."
"Oh, a motel. Hey big spender," You drawled, heading for your door.
"Hey."
"What?"
"You have the papers here?"
It stopped you dead in your tracks, your stomach churning with unease as you looked at him again.
"...What?"
"The divorce papers," He clarified. "I can sign 'em while I'm here."
It would be so easy. It would be so easy to go down to your office and draw the file out of your desk drawer, to plop it down in front of Patrick with your favorite black ballpoint pen, to flip between arrow tabs and instruct, "Sign here, here, here, here, here, and here."
But you found yourself shaking your head.
"I don't have a copy," You fibbed. It took Patrick a moment before he nodded a little.
"Can you get them?"
Hell, were you that out of practice? One night back in bed with you and he was ready to call it? But you were certain that wasn't it—That Patrick was, for once in his goddamn life, trying to make it easy on you after so much hell.
"...Maybe, I don't know," You shrugged. "It's the weekend."
"Okay."
"Coffee?"
"Yeah—Hey."
"What?"
You watched as Patrick pulled the covers away, unashamed of his nakedness as he strode toward you. He grasped your chin, tipping your head for a soft kiss. It took everything in you not to melt into him as he skimmed his hand over your hip, drawing back just enough to give you a sleepy, hazy smile.
"Good morning."
You couldn't help your own, indignant smile.
"Sure, Patrick." You turned away, determined to push on with your day, your life like he wasn't there—like he wouldn't be hanging over you as you made breakfast, or dominating the court as he played, or in your bed again in just a few hours. "Good morning."
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This is what I think living with Beefy!Bucky would look like:
THERE ARE TWO PARTS, SFW AND NSFW (please read the warnings before you start reading, and lemme know if I missed anything!)
Warnings: allusions towards sex, allusions towards unprotected sex, shower sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, spitting on v and Beefy!Bucky being hot (yes that's a warning). Please feel free to DM me if I missed anything :)
SFW:
Bucky would walk around only in sweatpants (of your choice, obvi🤭). His muscular chest and back are on display 24/7, and he'll only wear a Henley (you bought one in every colour for his birthday) during the winter.
You would only wear either one of his T-shirts or Henleys around, with a pair of underwear and that's it.
Ya'll cook dinner together every night. Bucky bought an old record player so, he could play all the old records you got him for Christmas. And while dinner is cooking, he'll pull you to the side by your waist then slow dance with you to either Ella Fitzgerald or Frank Sinatra.
"C'mon, doll. The rice is not going to get burnt. It's jus' one dance. F'me?" He smiles, as he pulls you in by your waist. You smile at your man begrudgingly, and place your palms on his bare chest, "fine. But just one song." You say in your playfully stern voice. Bucky laughs and presses a kiss to your hairline, "anything for you, doll."
You sweep and dust, Bucky mops and vacuums.
He'll let you get any household accessory for ya'll's apartment, whether it be a trinket, a fake cactus, or a picture frame.
"Are you sure?" You ask, holding onto the snow globe with a little glass dachshund inside of it. Bucky laughs and rubs your back, "s'fine doll, I think it'll look great next to the record player," he gives in to your want to buy the snow globe. You squealed when you first saw it, and Bucky knew he had to get it immediately.
You'll be singing a song with headphones on, making some coffee in the kitchen, and just dancing wildly. And Bucky would just lean against the wall of the hallway, just staring at you lovingly.
Laundry day is actually fun, you would fold the cleaned and dried linen and clothes. While Bucky would put them back in their drawers and shelves (using his astonishingly tall height).
NSFW(alright here we go):
If you're bending over the counter to wipe a specific mark that won't go away, Bucky won't be able to hold himself back.
You bite your lip in concentration and scrub at the mark with a wet sponge, but it doesn't go away. Suddenly, you feel two large hands grab at your hips and pull you back. "Fuck me, doll. You can't do that," he growls into your ear, slowly shoving your underwear aside. You giggle and ask what does he mean. "You can't be bent over the counter and then not expect me to fuck you," he shoves his own sweatpants down. You roll your eyes, as you feel the tip of him at your entrance. "Bucky," you whine, slightly pushing your hips back in his direction. "Yes, sweetheart?" he smirks, pressing his lips against your neck. "Buck, I need you," you softly moan and throw your head back against his shoulder. "Oh I know baby, me too," he whispers in her ear.
When he comes home after a long day, and hear's you in the shower, he will not hesitate to jump in with you.
He drags himself to your shared bathroom and hears the creaky pipes of your shower being used. He smiles and walks into the bathroom. You smile when you see him, "Hey, love. How was your day?" He smiles as he starts undressing before hopping in the shower with you, "better now that I'm here with you." He kisses you passionately before pushing you up against the wall, he slightly bends and grabs the back of your thighs. "Jump" is the only word he growls against your lips. You giggle and jump slightly, and your legs are wrapped around his waist as he uses his godly strength to hold you up against the wall. You moan, as you feel him rub his tip on your sensitive button. "Bucky, baby, please," you whine as you grip onto his broad shoulders. "Oh doll, you don't have to beg me. I going to fuck you either way."
Morning sex is an everyday thing that happens at y'all's apartment. He'll either wake you up to the scene of him in between your thighs. OR. He'll wake you up with his cock inside of you. Either way, you're not complaining.
You stir at the tingly feeling between your thighs, and you open your eyes groggily to see Buck (and his beefiness) wrapping your thighs around his head. He winks and smirks at you, "mornin', doll." He licks a thick strip up your slit, and you arch your back at the sudden sensation, "ah! Bucky!" Bucky continues to swivel his tongue over your clit, knowing how much you love it. Your moans slowly get louder, as Bucky soon pokes at your hole with his thick fingers. Soon you're wailing in pleasure, and grabbing at Bucky's hair begging him to make you come. "Come f'me, princess," he says before spiting harshly on your pussy.
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You know you’re in serious trouble now. You promised your boyfriend you’d let him go down on you tonight. Though no one is obligated to have sex, you’ve chickened out so many times that it's become a pain that you personally want to get over. You’ve been dating for the first few months of college, meeting him at orientation and falling for him harder every time you saw him. He promised you two could start things slow being that you were a complete virgin (him being your first boyfriend), he told you there was no pressure and no matter how many times your nerves took over, he’d be understanding of it…but that didn’t stop you from wanting to jump headfirst into sex with him.
You immediately ran to the first and only friend you made all year, Suguru. He was a 3rd year and had just the right amount of patience to put up with you and your silly antics. You figured that since he was older, he must’ve had his fair share of women. I mean, come on, it’s not like he was ugly?? When you asked him to go to the mall with you to pick some things out, his slender face painted an amused smirk. You threatened to not have him go with you if he was going to take you as a joke, but he assured you he wasn't he just thought it was:
“Cute”
You turn a blind eye to his clear mocking of you and sat shotgun in his car. Upon arriving, you two went store to store (Suguru holding all the bags, of course). You went from Victoria’s Secret to Bath & Body Works, trying to pick out the right lingerie, the right perfume, and the right body scrub. You wanted everything to go over smoothly tonight, it helped that Suguru was right there picking out which scent would smell best on you, if it fit your face, etc. You’d like to think he enjoyed helping you in this way after all, who knows you better than your best friend?
After spending more money than you probably should’ve, he drove you home to your apartment. You made him sit and wait for you on your bed while you showered, decorating your shower walls with the different products you had bought earlier in the day. Using each one in the order it was supposed to be used, feeling how the wet metal stick glides across your legs and in between the creases your body makes.
After getting out of the shower, you find beads of water effortlessly dripping down your now hairless skin. The sight of it excites you a bit. You decided to hurry and dry off, quickly applying lotion and little blots of baby oil to keep your skin soft, throwing on a skimpy tank top, that showed your underboob and pajama shorts. You hurried to your room, plopping down on the bed next to Suguru, who is now lying on his back, toying with his phone.
“Sooo, how do I smell?" leaning in so he can sniff, he leans in, and his eyes flicker a bit, almost as if he were a vampire smelling fresh blood, but he simply gave you an:
“I’ve smelt better” and carried on with whatever he was doing on his phone.
“I’m serious, Sugie,” you whined, pushing his arm a little. “Do I smell good or not?” He turns to look at you, so you know he is sincere, his over observant eyes switching focus between your lips and eyes.
“You smell good,” he smiled, turning back to his now shut off phone, his eyes hiding something deep inside of him. He puts his phone down and lifts himself up so hes sitting. He places a hand on you, starting down your mid-thigh area, slowly creeping his way to your mid-calf, and back up again. His big, warm hands occasionally gripped at the fat closest to your bare mound. You could feel your body heating up from his sudden touch, and you prayed that he couldn’t tell.
“Soft too.” His head turns so his gaze can meet yours. You smirk and readjust yourself on the bed closer to the headboard, your legs practically inviting him in. He uses this opportunity to adjust himself right on top of your pelvis, his eyes staring at you with a certain ostensible innocence. He grabs onto your unsure hands and has you rub his face, brushing across his plump lips and keeping your hand there for a moment. You can feel him taking in deeper whiffs of your newfound scent. Blood rushes to your face, taking advantage of the moment to part his lips, curious to feel the warmth and wetness that it holds.
“So do I get a taste or what?” With his hands holding yours closely, you chuckle a little, trying to alleviate the tension. You won't deny that you’re already aroused and curious about how you taste. You find it hard to resist his request, being that he has already smelled and felt you. PLUS, this would be all for your boyfriend’s sake… right? No no, you won’t use any lousy excuses like that, you wanted this.
He slides your shorts and panties off of you to reveal your cunt, the translucent wetness forming webs between your puffs and the clothing. He looks back up at you with a hunger in his eyes. After sliding them all the way off, his head is stuck between your ankles. He begins kissing downward, leaving wet marks and gentle nibbles along the way down to your thighs. Feeling his warm breath tickle your thighs made your tummy swirl, your second heart beating faster than the first. He kisses and squeezes them, making sure you know he's watching your reactions. Your body shutters in response, never having felt this many sensations at once. Not only that, but this is your first time seeing your closest friend as something more. You never had any doubts about Suguru’s capabilities before, but especially now..
He slides his mouth over to your puffy gates, slowly kissing them. You can feel yourself oozing to the brim, watching his eyes dart up to you. His fingers graze over your soft skin, spreading your folds open, as he moves his stiff, wet tongue against your clit. He starts slowly, at first moving in long slow strokes, your body jolts a bit, slowly adjusting to the new feeling. He carefully slips a digit into you, feeling how you squeeze and twitch under his touch. He applies more pressure, moving his tongue rhythmically, and pushing his finger further and further into you. You start to pant and grab the sheets under you. With each stroke he makes, you fall deeper into euphoria, your face burning from the pleasure
“Sugie~” you whined. He moves both of his hands to either side of your hips and holds them down, making sure you feel everything that comes with ‘just a taste’. Your breaths become ragged and out of control, and your back practically levitates off the bed. He swirls himself in deep circles, drool escaping his mouth and drowning your cunt. He tounges you like you’re the sweetest treat he’s ever tasted, his brows furrowed as small groans escape his mouth, the vibrations and hot air adding to your arousal. You leave your mouth agape as the feeling drowns out any sense of the world around you, though it’s short lived as whines and silent moans leave your lips, moving quickly, you cover your mouth.
Suguru makes a disapproving groan against your clit making it beat with anticipation. He reaches up to your arms, sliding his hands down to your wrists. “Pretty girl,” he coos, vibrations still threatening to bring you over the edge. “Keep these down for me, or I’m going to tie you up, ok?” he warned, his voice deepening with lust. You nod and he slowly lets go of your hands, letting your fists bury themselves into the sheets. As he starts up again, this time suckling against your sweet bulb, your eyes shut tightly as you mindlessly attempt to move your hips towards him, your back practically levitates off the bed, begging for the pressure down below to finally release. Forlorn cries bounce off the walls as the familiar sound of sucking and huffing fills your ears, not nearly giving you enough time to breathe. But then he suddenly stops.
"Eyes on me.” You open your eyes and look at him, tears of joy form as he eases in two digits, beckoning a sharp gasp from you. His gaze grows softer shoots shoots you that same knowing smile. Knowing that he’s watching you, he’s touching you, he’s making you feel this way, it brings you over the edge, your tight walls seizing and leaking all over Suguru’s fingers, clutching faster and harder with every thrust. He traces his lips over your stomach back to your beating clit, eyes piercing through your skull, until the pressure building in your stomach finally boils over, appearing in the form of a gushing fountain. Your body tenses up until every last drop seeps out.
You look down at Suguru, who’s licking translucent slick off his fingers, his other hand still squeezing your thigh. “What? Want a taste?” He teases, crawling over your now limp body to position his lips above yours. They fall, lightly dancing against them, his hand finding its way under you and holding you close. His kisses become wider as he inches his tongue against yours, the slight metallic taste fulfilling your senses.
“You should only taste this way for me, you know?”
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REDAMANCY—JOHN PRICE
✎. You tried not to grow feelings—you really did. Feelings make things complicated, but you can’t help it. | wc. 1k+
tags. fem!reader, getting together, strangers to fwb to lovers, mild smut [18+ only]
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“John, I…” You hesitate and allow your fear to get the best of you. “We’re friends, right?”
With his sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder, a tangle of pointy knees and elbows, you can’t bring yourself to ask him to stay. It’s never been about staying or soft-spoken words between the sheets, but things feel different from the first time he picked you out from the crowd in a bar and fucked you up against a dingy bathroom door.
Maybe it’s just you.
The fluttering in your chest when John stops by your office at the clinic as soon as he makes it back to base, how he wraps his hand in your hair and kisses you in the entryway for everyone to see—two thick fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet as he peels your uniform out of the way to wrap his mouth around a nipple and cup you between your legs.
Perhaps it’s the softer things: a kiss on your forehead before he leaves, another souvenir from one of his missions on your bookshelf, flowers for the vase on your counter.
You tried not to grow feelings—you really did. Feelings make things complicated, but you can’t help it.
John’s just…John.
He’s quiet for a moment, then two, and you wish you could see his face until he nods, whiskers sending goosebumps across your shoulder blades. “Yeah. We’re friends.”
Somehow, you feel like you hadn’t said the right thing as he gets up and slips his jeans over his thighs—the taste of whiskey and cigarettes still on your tongue long after he’s gone.
You hadn’t believed him—still don’t.
Not when he rushes into the emergency room a few days later—some of his tactical gear still in place—right after you get into an accident, panic written all over his face. He glances at your torn scrubs and the bandages across your shoulder, assessing the damage. And when he finds that everything on the outside looks fine (or as fine as a few scrapes and bruises can be), his shoulders visibly relax—if only by a minuscule.
This is your answer.
"It’s not as bad as it looks. You should see the other guy."
His mouth tilts ever so slightly, worry still etched across his features. "Is that right?"
The nurse looking over your chart arches a brow at you, and heat blooms across your face, forgetting that you’re not the only two in the room.
John clears his throat. “Could you give us a minute?”
She smirks. “Of course. If you need anything, I’ll be at the nurse’s station.”
Once the nurse leaves the room, it goes quiet. He slowly approaches the hospital bed like he doesn’t know what to say, picking up the clipboard the nurse left on your bedside table.
“I was chasing my neighbor’s dog—Gizmo, you remember him; he likes chasing the mailman—when a moped knocked me out,” you tell him, the painkillers turning your thoughts into a tricolor ball of playdough. "Did you know I almost bought a moped once? I can't imagine why. Those things are a deathtrap with tiny wheels."
He makes a grunting noise in lieu of an actual answer.
You watch his eyes shift over your chart, thinking it’s now or never—
"Do you want to go on a date? With me?"
He glances up and stares at you with wide eyes. "Do you want to go on a date?"
"Well, I…” You lick your lips, glancing wildly around the room. “You don't?"
"I just didn't think you'd want to."
"And why wouldn't I?"
"A number of reasons, actually. One, I'm older than you," he ticks it off like a grievance on his finger.
"So? That's never bothered me.” Then you smile. “Fucking older men is all the hype now, didn’t you know?"
John ignores you and holds up another finger. "And…"
"And what?"
He drags a hand over his mouth. "I, uh, well… I’m not good with relationships."
"That doesn't bother me either."
"It should."
"Why?"
"Because you're young.”
You roll your eyes. "You say that as if you're old. "
"Love, I am old. You can find someone better."
Love. You ignore how that makes your stomach flip pleasantly.
"You know, you play a poor devil's advocate. I’m already looking at the man I want."
He sighs, sitting at the edge of the bed with you. "Okay, let's play a game of what if." When you nod, he asks: "What if I took you on a date? Where would you like to go?"
"Hm,” you hum. “How about I tell you what I like?"
This makes him crack a smile. "That wasn't the question."
"I like music,” you tell him anyway. “Sometimes I like to go to the art district, even though I know nothing about art. I enjoy corny walks on the beach, and I don't mind flowers."
"I already know you like flowers."
“Then it should be easy.” Your lips twitch, thinking of the tulips he brought you the other night still sitting in your kitchen window. "And what if I said yes?"
"I'd say…” he sighs, reaching for your hand to delicately trace around your scratched knuckles with his thumb. “I’d pick you up from your place once you feel better. It'll probably be too cold for the beach, but maybe I’ll take you to this nice place Gaz mentioned a few weeks ago. Then I'd bring you back home,” his eyes trace over your bare collarbones and down to the top of your pants, “and make up for lost time."
You bite your lip, your heart fluttering wildly. Hopeful. Knowing it’s no longer a game.
(Was it ever? Maybe it was two people who never really knew how to find each other—who had to grow together.)
"So, it’s a date?"
“Yeah.” He kisses the back of your hand. "It's a date."
You wonder if you should get used to the pain in your cheeks from smiling so much—not that smiling from being happy is a terrible problem to have.
“Took you long enough to ask.”
“Took you long enough to say yes.”
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romantic tension with abby
summary: in the warm glow of abby's bedroom, after a day of shared hobbies, you contemplate your deepening feelings for her and hope that perhaps she feels the same
content: friends (to lovers???), sfw, literally nothing else
notes: wrote a part two :p i need to write more fluff bc there is such a shortage AND especially with abby. this is like so domestic like in the way that there's no extra interactions. like this is literally how me and a friend would act after a day of painting!! just sleepy and tired zzzzz
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the setting sun cast an orange glow on abby's bedroom where the two of you lay on her floor, bathing in the heat radiating from her large window. you'd just finished painting birdhouses for the married pair of sparrows that frequented the birdseed abby had set out. they would dance around each other and sing their chirpy harmonies and then take turns pecking at the various seeds from the feeder, so abby thought it necessary to handmake them houses in her shop.
this was one of your many duet activities of abby's "grandma hobbies," as you called them. you two had fed the ducks down at the lake, gone through an entire coloring book, built lego sets, and done nearly a dozen puzzles—one of which was glued and framed in abby's kitchen.
you guys spent every free moment of time together, and counted down the time until you could when one was busy. you were the closest of friends, but lately you found yourself wanting more—or at least thinking about how it would be if you were more. coming home to each other instead of making the fifteen-minute drive any time you wanted to see her. being able to actually tell her when she looked so pretty it made you hold your breath instead of chewing on your lip.
she shifted next to you, bending her legs at the knees and pulling you out of your thoughts. "i should probably wash the brushes before the paint dries on them, right?"
you almost tell her she shouldn't so that you could lay with her a little while longer, but you give in. "yeah, you should."
she sits up to stand, grunting as she lifts her body weight and moving to the crafting cloth where your birdhouses currently sat drying. you sat up and leaned against the foot of her bed, watching as she so delicately readjusts the cloth so that it doesn't smudge your paint job.
scrubbing your hands down your face, you push up off the bed and move to grab a sweatshirt of hers to change into, taking your paint-covered tank off and slipping the sweatshirt over your head. it sat baggy on your body with her being bigger than you are just about everywhere, and you threw the hood over your head and dropped onto the right side of her bed.
she returns with her hands patting on her sweats to dry them off. seeing you in the bed, she comes to sit next to you, with you on your back and her laying on her side to face you.
"you wanna just stay the night?" she says, her voice lifting at the end as if it were a question and not a declaration. "it's too late to go home alone."
"yeah, i think i will," you respond. you remember the origami book she bought at the farmer's market last saturday. "only if we make paper cranes until our fingers bleed from paper cuts tomorrow," you grin, turning to look at her and see she's already looking back at you.
"okay. i have lots of band-aids," she jokes.
you chuckle, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, sheepishly smiling at the other while holding eye contact.
"can we also get those berry pastries from the cafe? and make those butterflies we saw on pinterest?" you ask, your cheeks still kissing your eyes.
"yeah, i'll wake up early to get them for breakfast," she nods. "and i only got that book so we can make things together—we can make whatever you want."
in place of a response, you slip your fingers between hers and tightly squeeze her hand, ignoring your frustration with the uncertainty of her feelings for you.
the tip of her nose pinks a bit before she opens her mouth. "good night. we need brain power for making cranes."
you turn onto your side as well to face her, your noses nearly touching. "good night, abby," you grin, high on the feel of her skin on yours and the way she's looking at you.
you fall asleep with a smile on your face because your close friend, abby, may just like you, too.
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cocoa chapstick ☆ hwang hyunjin.
pairing: hyunjin x reader.
genre: fluff, drabble.
wc: 343 words.
note: haven't written in a while!! i hope u guys will like <333
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your focus is torn away from your book when you feel the bed dip, followed by a warm breath against your neck. hyunjin's sitting beside you, breath minty from his toothpaste and his hair damp from the shower.
"done showering, my baby?" you ask, shutting the book and setting it on the nightstand.
he hums, nuzzling his face closer to your skin, so much so you could feel his lips on your neck. hyunjin doesn't miss the opportunity to press a sloppy kiss against your collarbone, making you giggle.
"tickles, baby."
"mm," he sleepily hums, "you smell good. did you use the body scrub i bought you?"
you only nod, a small smile tugging on your lips. softly, you comb through his hair, pushing away the bangs from his eyes. he's looking up at you, all doe-eyed and pouty — the look he always gives whenever he's feeling clingy.
what kind of fool would you be if you don't entertain him at times like this?
and so, you press a kiss onto his forehead, earning a soft smile from him. you move your hand under his chin, gently cupping. his lips slightly puckers from the gesture, the sheen on his full lips capturing your attention. his lips are tinted with a light brown colour, almost matching with the cherry tint of his hair.
"new chapstick?" you ask, swiping your thumb under his lower lips.
"yeah," he mumbles, "wanna try?"
you reply with a hum, fully expecting him to get up and retrieve his chapstick. instead, you're met with the sensation of hyunjin's lips against yours. his arms are gripping onto your waist as he deepens the kiss, mannerisms as though he hasn't kissed you in years.
you're not complaining, though.
you could taste the chocolate of his chapstick on your tongue, mixed with the taste of his saliva. you whine into his mouth, and he giggles — pulling away to catch his breath.
"good?" hyunjin asks, wiping the remnants of his saliva at the side of your lips.
"cocoa chapstick?"
"atta, baby."
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ೀ⋆｡ Turn Off The Lights - Chris Sturniolo.
ೄ᮫ summary. You have an argument with your boyfriend after a failed attempt to lose your virginity with him, he ends up abandoning you and going to a party, don't worry, your neighbor Christopher will take good care of you in the bathroom at the party
ೄ᮫ content. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MR. SMUTTTTT IS COMING, caresses, male receiving oral sex, fights, insults, inappropriate language, parties, substance and alcohol use, dirty talk, female receiving oral sex, finger play, finger penetration, lights out, Chris dom! and much more...
ೄ᮫ writer's note. My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :) so please don't make offensive comments about it and if this is too much for you, go away.
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The plan was that I would spend a normal day in class and go straight home to rest and wait for Emmett to arrive. I was saving this red lingerie set for this very moment, I bought it with Emmett's money, but I will never tell him that. Once I get home, I shower and shave beforehand.
Needless to say, I was nervous, I felt his lustful eyes on me all day. And it wasn't until I got home that I felt a little relaxed. My thoughts became so clouded that I almost forgot the long conversation I had with Chris. I'd like to think that conversation helped me, but it really made me question myself even more, since he mentioned several times that he was more than happy to take my virginity. However, I pushed those intrusive thoughts aside and focused on Emmett.
The shower was long and steamy, I couldn't remember the last time I took such good care of myself. I shave every inch of my legs, even my private areas. They gently exfoliated my skin with an expensive scrub I bought. And finally, I put on the most moisturizing body oil I had, it smelled sweet, but not too much. I washed my hair and let the cream soak before combing it. I even convinced myself that a mask was a good idea, so I put a cold cucumber leaf on my face for a while.
With comfortable clothes, I wait for Emmett. My father had said goodbye, something about a blind date. I was happy to have started dating again., but there was no one to catch his attention like my mother once did.
The doorbell rang and I got up quickly. I swallowed a mint and controlled myself once again. After opening the door, I see him in casual clothes and he smiles at me.
"What is this?" Asked and my boyfriend gives me some flowers.
The “a small gift” they are beautiful, but he put them aside while he kissed me. It wasn't long before she picked me up and dragged me into the room.
"I've been waiting so long... baby", He spoke between kisses and hovered over me.
“Let me…” I murmured, moving so I could sit on his lap. I made fun of him, stripping me naked to reveal her sexy lace underwear. I bite my lips looking at myself and his hands brush my waist. I also helped him undress him.
We both stayed there, admiring each other's bodies. His eyes didn't leave me for a second, It was almost disturbing. I read in his eyes that he needs me right now, and not some silly foreplay, Although that would calm my nerves. He massaged the tent in his boxers, and that alone made him cover his face.
It was the painful silence that made me doubt. But I wasn't sure whether to talk dirty or not, So I didn't protest.
"fuck baby, just your touch is killing me, please", snorted, and I gave him what he wanted, remove the remaining garment. His penis jumped on him and hit the lower part of his stomach, and I couldn't stop looking.
Stroking him calmed me down, because I wasn't doing anything wild yet. Even if I wasn't willing to do anything more than penetration, I was tempted to give him a blowjob. I lowered my mouth and shyly wrapped his cock in my mouth. He moaned in a way I had never heard before, not even in porn videos. He looked at me amazed, resting the back of his head on his hands.
"Oh, fuck... Yeah, that's... me...."
I started to let it hit the back of my throat, releasing retching noises. I felt him raise his hips, fucking my mouth desperately. I frowned and began to run out of air. He pulled his mouth away gasping for air.
"Oh my god, sweet... you look so sexy", praise, and I moved on top of him. Grabbing his cock, I started to sink.
Emmett's body began to tremble at the contact and he moaned. I also let out a moan, feeling it inside me was completely strange. After feeling like I hit rock bottom, I moan once more, moving around to get used to it.
Was sweating, sweating everywhere, but not because I moved a lot, but because of the nerves. Emmett continued to watch me as I bounced up and down on his cock, using his chest for support. He took care of unhooking my bra and came over to suck on my nipples.
I hum and bite my lip, accelerating the pace. let's get this over with, I think and I moan as the pleasurable pain he was causing me hits my velvet walls. With every thrust, It got closer and closer.
"Yes Yes!" He growls and I'm starting to feel insecure.
Suddenly, I didn't feel so good and I wanted to leave everything completely.
"I can not, I can not!" I confess, stopping from previous movements and looking away from him, I got off of him and put my bra back on.
"What the hell?"
“Fuck, I'm sorry, I can't.” I repeat, hugging me while I watch him get dressed.
"You make me wait all week, provoking me and provoking me, and when I'm finally here, you suck me, "You bounce on my cock a few times and decide you're not going to do it anymore?" Emmett's sudden outburst surprises me.
"Emmett, please, it's too much..."
Emmett scoffs in disbelief.
"I'm done being nice to you about this., ¿Do you want to have sex or not?"
"It's not that! Maybe now isn't the best time!"
"Yeah? Well, When is the best time? You've been distant"
His words pierced me, He got dressed and ran out of the house, I followed him, like a lost dog that needed leadership. It started to rain and my styled hair got soaked along with my clothes.
"Did you know? ¡Find a way to go to Julen's party! "I don't want to be near you tonight.", scolds me, opening the door of his jeep and begging him to stay, that would make it better. But he was running away and there was nothing you could do about it.
He left shortly after, you surprised me to say the least. How could she be so stupid? I stayed there, crouched at the entrance of my house, with my arms hugging my knees. La rain that fell on my skin suddenly stopped and you looked up. It was Chris, with a black umbrella over me.
“¿What is a princess like you doing in the rain? ¿Mmm?"
"Leave me alone, Chris, I'm not in the mood".
"But we were late, dear".
"Where to?"
"Party, princess, let's go".
"stop joking Chris, "I'm not going to that stupid party."
"Is this seat taken?"
"What do you think?"
Chris laughed at my childish behavior. I had seen what happened outside my house just when he arrived, so it was difficult for him not to notice. I barely recognized his presence, I already had enough food on my plate.
And one thing led to another, and I ended up telling him what happened. He wasn't surprised and it pissed me off. It was a struggle not to break down in front of him, But I finally gave in and let the tears fall down my face.
His aura was cold, how ironic, I didn't dare look at him.
"Damn, stop crying".
“You can't tell me when I can and can't cry!”
He laughed and extended a hand to stop me, but he removed it. It made me even more sad, here it was, being vulnerable. Why am I always so weak with him?
"Do you want to know what I think?" Speak, rotating around the umbrella without removing it from the frame. I kept my lips sealed. "I think if you're finding excuses not to fuck him, You're just not in love with him, As simple as that" His words made my head sink deeper.
"So, why do I feel so guilty?" asked, keeping your head down, and the rain continued to fall.
“Anyone would feel guilty you gave blue balls to the guy” spat, without improving anything, but the company was pleasant.
"It is just that, is Emmett, It has to be perfect," I complained and moaned, now resting my chin on my knees and looking towards the street.
"Nothing is perfect, "It's just not meant to be."
That's when my eyes opened, I was right. I wasn't supposed to be good at everything, that's why there is a relationship, so you can grow. So, why do i feel stuck?
My eyes look at Chris's hands, he was gently touching her knuckles silently.
"I want to go to the party."
""I wasn't going to give you a choice anyway."
“Can you wait here while I get ready?”
He hummed in response and I ran into the room. I'm angry, angry because my relationship was being held back by so many things. Emmett, I'm going to make you regret it.
I pulled out a short black dress, too short for anyone's comfort, but not for mine. It had a soft, velvety texture and matched with gladiator sandals. And for someone who liked simple makeup, tonight I contradicted myself with a big liner and a tinted gloss that deliberately filled out my lips.
My hair was up in another annoying ponytail, so I took it out and let it loose. Brought me back to the days when Chris would touch my hair and say I looked better that way. I was wondering how I got here, Getting so close to this guy.
The final touch was to soak myself in perfume, paraphrasing that, Chris's perfume. The perfume that made me feel like it was with me every time I wore it, Ok, It sounds a little strange.
I left home with a bag that complemented my outfit, that showed off my toned legs and for once I felt confident about something like this. Maybe it was Chris who made me let my guard down.
He looked at me and swore he bit his lip and swallowed.
"This? Too much?" I smiled and he looked away and chuckled.
"Get in the car”, he growled, almost impatient. What's wrong with him now?
The trip was silent, The smell of grass mixed with my strong perfume was the most obvious thing in the car, but neither of them said anything. Instead, listen to the music of the estuary.
"Come on girl," He says sharply and I obey, Like he had some kind of control over me. I was too cold.
"What are you thinking?" I asked him bravely and he put his hands in his pockets.
"No, I'm just sober," He sighed and I laughed, So Chris sober is boring?
The looks I got when I walked into the house with Chris were priceless. He was dressed in a torn flannel shirt, tight black jeans, that were also broken, and Chelsea boots that really screamed "guitarist!". and somehow I liked that.
I didn't bother to fix my tight dress and that left everyone speechless. They were so used to my appearance "good girl" that people would never imagine he was capable of doing this. I saw Vanessa and Julen greeting me happily, and before telling Chris that I would be back, and he was gone, are you serious?
“Oh my god, girl! You look sexy” The blonde girl praised me and looked at me intensely.
"Yeah! I'm surprised you didn't come with Emmett."
"We fought, “I came with my neighbor."
"Neighbor? As? With Chris your neighbor? Woah".
"We are friends, anyway, This place is full!"
Everyone was shouting so I could hear, since there were many people. It was almost claustrophobic for me. It was an incredibly large house, perfect for any party. Just before I could continue looking at the house, Julen touched my shoulder.
"Hey, I know you don't drink, but "What can I offer you?"
"Did you know? Bring me what Vanesa has!" I smiled, intertwining my arms with hers, and that made her scream.
"Very good!" Julen, we will be in the billiard room, Bring our drinks there!" He told him and dragged me across the room, and kept saying that Emmett had to look at me and apologize for whatever we were fighting.
Oh, if you knew, Vanessa.
We both walked into the pool room, which had dim lights. I found Emmett with a red cup in his hand and holding the long wooden stick, waiting your turn in the game. He looked me in the eyes and almost spit out his drink. He walked quickly towards me.
"Darling? how did you get here?" Asked.
"I came with Chris".
"I force you?”
“No, I wanted to go with him.”
“And you came out like that? Pull down your dress. "I can almost see your butt," speak, whispering because she didn't want to cause a commotion.
“Listen, You can't fuck with me just because you have blue balls”, mentioned, knowing you were crossing dangerous waters.
“What the hell happened to you? Fuck, listen, I'm sorry about before, you're right, "I was taking it too far." his voice tried to lower, but my arms remained crossed. "But to be fair, here you are not innocent either, "You literally stopped halfway."
"I was nervous, Ok?"
“Yeah, what are you going to do? Postpone it for another weekend?
"I don't know if you're trying to apologize or be an idiot.".
He continued arguing with you. Vanesa was giving me a drink and winked at me thinking that the conversation was going very well. Being a light weight you were already about to get me drunk, But before I could drink the new cup she gave me, I used it to spill it on him.
"Dear, what the hell!"
"I'm done with this conversation".
I left the pool room and entered the main area. Dancing and sweating, tried to distract me from my boyfriend, it was useless. I met Erika and it wasn't any better either.
"The daddy's girl, Isn't it too short for you?" I snorted and I tried to dance to the other side. "Emmett told me what happened, It's a shame you couldn't make him come." spat, knowing how to get on my nerves.
“Do you want to fuck him? Do it, I invite you to do it myself."
“That's no way for daddy's daughter to talk!”
She pouted at me and my blood boiled. Mis walls were breaking, His words were like daggers and you couldn't continue playing the dollhouse. I walked away from the crowd and entered the bathroom.
I closed the door and saw someone using the bathroom, facing the wall.
"Shit! I'm sorry, I'm going to-"
"Where are your manners, princess?"
Part of me was relieved that it was Chris and not some random guy.. I swallowed and he turned around., buttoning his pants.
“Thought you've gone…” I murmured, walking forward and meeting his gaze.
"I thought you were going to run back to your boyfriend, although you never left", explained, with a hoarse voice and a slightly hunched posture.
“Yeah… about it" I laughed nervously, sitting at the sink, noticing how he moved to wash his hands and leaned against the opposite wall in front of me. He simply hummed and I proceeded to briefly explain the moments that led me to the bathroom.
"And then? Did they break up or something?"
"That? No, I mean, I don't believe it".
"So, why are you still here?"
At that moment, Chris changed position and had his hands pinned to the sink, on the sides of my thighs. His face was only a few inches from mine, He gasped softly at that moment and I took a second to look into his mesmerizing eyes.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, you are with him, But you're here with me and this door is still closed."
"That does not mean anything!"
"So, why don't you stop me?"
The pads of his fingers gently ran over my soft thighs, getting stiff. You're right, I haven't stopped him and he's been touching me. I swallowed, feeling my dress ride up a little.
"¿Mmm? You do not want to talk?" She leaned into my ear and whispered that she was too close to comfort me.
"We shouldn't do this...."
"Oh yeah? Then say the words and I'll get out of here."
I remained silent as his touch ran along my waist and down to my inner thighs. The muted music was just a bonus, because now I was getting more and more excited with just a little physical contact.
There was something about him that made me submissive to him, his voice, his smell, those eyes. It had the power to make me weak in the knees, something I wasn't familiar with. Shout "danger" and you liked that.
"That's what I thought”.
"Don't be so arrogant".
He hit my thigh with his right hand and squeezed hard. I squirm at the sudden act and he laughs.
"You are a real whore, ¿no?" He spoke again, His voice sends shivers down my spine. "You wear this dress where I can see almost everything... you cover your skin with that perfume... damn princess, you're just begging me to fuck you" my breathing was heavy.
my throat was closed, as if I couldn't answer him. His eyes were still on mine and he noticed how I rubbed my thighs. He clicked his tongue in disappointment.
"Oh, I don't believe it" He pushed his hand to separate them.
"Chris..."
"I swear if you say something stupid".
"Turn off the lights", I ordered shakily, and he smiles.
He reaches for the switch and the room goes completely dark.
“Tell me princess… ¿Where has your boyfriend touched you before…?” he asks, and it took me a while to respond, incredibly nervous.
"Here", I murmured, taking his hand and guiding it from my neck, even my breasts and even my already soaked underwear.
"Fuck... "I guess I'll have to clean up the mess he made." I heard him say and I feel one of his hands run down my back and bring me closer to him, finally crashing my lips against his.
The kiss was violent, but violent in the way I had always wanted. Loud wet noises emerged from the contact and I moaned softly into his mouth. I gasp in shock, feeling how my dress goes down and exposes my breasts.
"Look to you... "You didn't even bother to wear a bra?" asked, knowing full well that she was too absorbed to respond.
I felt another slap across the face and his hand grabbed my jaw.
“Answer me when I speak, princess” I have demanded and accepted. He continued with the kiss aggressive, who finally brought his lips to my neck. sucked it, licked and bit, until finally he made it so sensitive that I began to moan.
I knew he did a good job leaving his marks on me, even if it was pitch black. He placed more hard kisses from my collarbone to my breasts. Grabbing one and kneading the other, Chris began to swirl his tongue over my nipple and opened his mouth wider to suck.. A popping sound left his mouth every time he released it and all he could do was stop you from moaning.
"Let me listen to you".
"I... shit."
I let out small words before he continued to tend to my tits and my hands found his hair. Chris could feel me breathing hard and panting, and left one more hickey before moving his hands to my thighs.
“Damn bitch, you are soaked, let me…”
“¡Chris~!”
I screamed as I felt my underwear rip and tear under his touch. His hands touched the back of my knees and he lifted them, leaning on the counter. His fingers found my lips.
"Open and suck, princess". I wrapped my mouth around his fingers before he rubbed my clit, which immediately made him throw his head back.
You were prepared to feel his finger inserting, but instead I was greeted with his warm tongue in my pussy. His rhythm was fast but magical and sent vibrations throughout my body. I loved the way he licked my folds and stuck his tongue in my hole, provoking him a lot.
With every pleasurable moan that came out of my mouth, I could feel him smile. This was fuel for his confidence, because of how fast he had me and my knees. As his mouth moves and surrounds my clit, can't help but twitch and move. This was quickly stopped when Chris's rough hands gripped my waist firmly to keep me steady.
"Oh, fuck, Chris, I am..."
"You cum when I say so, princess".
I grunted at his order and tried to hold back my orgasm waiting to be released. His mouth moved away from my pussy and you complained to me about his absence. But I quickly returned two of his fingers by thrusting and curling inside me, finding my weak spot almost immediately.
“I'm not going to stop, ya que tu novio ya te estiró, true? I guess he has a small dick, because you're so fucking tight."
I did not answer, Too focused on not moaning his name out loud, along with nasty profanities as he fingers her at an ungodly pace. I was shaking, nervous and about to let go, My hands spread out to find his shirt and I grabbed it tightly.
"Chris, wanna..."
"Fuck, then pray for it."
"Please! Chris, please, I can't..."
I was screaming his name, hoping everyone was too busy dancing to hear me. I longed for him to give me permission to finish. I gasped like an animal and he continued pumping inside me.
"Cum on my fingers, princess".
It wasn't long until all my juices were on his fingers. He let out a laugh, almost in a diabolical way, and I heard him lick his fingers.
"You know well", praise and pushed his tongue down my throat once more, his hand still rubbing my now swollen clit.
Then he stopped and turned on the light, exposing my messy appearance. I jumped off the counter, fixing my dress and hair at lightning speed. I was too afraid to speak, not like I just had the orgasm of my life. Demons, I couldn't even stop my leg from shaking.
"Do you want another round or do you want to leave?" Chris offers me, as if it hadn't devoured me flawlessly just a couple of minutes ago.
“Come on… let's go home” I stuttered and he chuckled, without even asking me what I thought, he knew he had left me speechless.
Somehow, We both left the party without being seen. I didn't dare look at my phone, knowing that he had missed calls and texts from the blonde boy.
"About this…"
"I'm not a snitch, princess".
Like you read my mind, He assured me that my boyfriend wouldn't know. Anyway, I wouldn't gain any of that, so it would make sense. He stopped in front of his house and there was a deep silence.
""We can't do this again."
"Actions speak louder than words."
"There won't be a second time".
"You know where to find me."
Chris ignored my warning, because it was more for me than for him. I loved the way Chris treated my body, handling it as if you knew it inside out. Now I knew I couldn't control myself around him.
He hums his last comment, I get out of the car and say goodbye awkwardly before entering my house. That night I couldn't sleep repeating what had happened, and my neighbor, he alone, He managed to wrap me between his fingers.
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satoru spends his birthday in a way he’d only dreamt of
a/n: this is just a tiny drabble for my hispanics out there ‼️ happy birthday to my angel boy 🩵 (will hopefully make something else tmrw perchance …. do not quote me on this)
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trans: mordida: [take a] bite; mi hermoso amor: my beautiful love
satoru probably gets so excited when you start chanting “mordida! mordida!” after singing happy birthday, beyond excited when he goes in for a little bite.
he doesn’t expect megumi and yuta to grab the back of his head and smashing it in the cake, for the first time in so long he was caught off guard.
when he finally unsticks his face from the cake he can only smile, blue eyes sparkling as he takes in the sight in front of him. yuta and megumi are high fiving behind him, laughing uncontrollably.
nobara and yuji are toppling over in laughter, panda has his paws over his mouth and toge is giggling. he can see maki rolling her eyes, the ends of his lips twitching into a smile. shoko is wiping tears away from her eyes, letting out a content sigh.
finally his eyes land on you, a loving smile on your lips as you hand him some paper towels. “you got a little something there,” you giggle, moving his frosting covered bangs from his forehead and wiping his nose, pressing a soft kiss before handing him more towels.
“okay now who wants a slice of cake!” you smile, bringing out the backup cake you’d bought.
the rest of night went by quickly, soon enough all the kids filed out of your home and back to the dorms, shoko ushering them out, hugging the two of you goodbye before following them out.
satoru smiles when you push him into the restroom, turning the hot water on and urging him to get in. he’s over the moon when he realizes what you’re planning on doing.
his eyes flutter closed when your fingers run through his hair, nails scratching his scalp in the most perfect way. the smell of your shampoo fills his nose, humming as you continue scrubbing. by the time you’re done satoru is beyond relaxed, ready to get into bed and cuddle.
you shower after hims quickly, forcing him out of the restroom when he tries to return the favor to you, insisting you’ll let him another time.
satoru smiled when the bed dips under your weight, immediately taking you into his arms. he’s giggling and blushing when you pepper his face with kisses.
“i love you, mi hermoso amor,” you whisper, watching as his dimples deepen, a wide smile on his face. you can’t help but smile, your fingers running through his still damp hair as you press a kiss to his forehead.
“i love you more sweetheart,” he mumbles, catching your lips in his. “thank you, for everything.” the weight of the words are heavy in the air, and they land softly in your ears. your face burns as you smile at him.
“you deserve it all, lover boy” you reply, cuddling into his side, your arms snaking around his waist and squeezing him a bit.
satoru doesn’t say anything, he only kisses the top of your head, he knows this wasn’t an argument he’d win. he holds you tightly, staring at you for a couple seconds before his eyes flutter shut.
there’s a small smile on his face as he sleeps. he spent his birthday at home.
satoru spent his birthday at home, with the love of his life and his family; and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Singing In the Shower
Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, showering, nudity, Bucky sneaking into the shower, physical touch, pet names (doll), suggestive/slightly dirty talk (if there is anything else let me know!)
A/N: This is something that I came up with, and since I am revamping some of my old stories, there will be some changes. It’s short but sweet, so I hope you like it:) Again, If you recognize some of these stories, I ask that you please do not interact as if I am the same person. I am trying to stay anonymous.
Ever since you were a little girl, you have always loved to sing. You would make a tune or rhythm out of anything. Whistle, drum, hum and most prominently, singing. Your family loved the concerts you would put on, your little plastic microphone in hand. All of those memories come flooding in when you start to hum your favorite childhood song: A teenager in love.
“One day I feel so happy, The next I feel so sad.”
You continued the song and smiled when you sang the lyrics that followed.
“Why must I be a teenager in love?”
You tried to be as quiet as possible with knowledge that Bucky was sleeping in the room right across the hall. He had a very long mission today, and waking up to a grumpy Bucky was not on your to-do list today.
Your lips pulled up into a smile once again as you sang the chorus. You couldn’t help being a hopeless romantic, and you were so lucky to have found Bucky. The time you met, was a silly incident on a trip to Romania.
You thought about the first time the two of you met. It was a silly incident while you were on a trip to Romania;
You had tripped over your own feet and spilled coffee all over the ground. When you went to get napkins, you turned around and a man had come to help you with the mess.
You smiled brightly and said, “Oh you don’t have to help me. It’s my own clumsy self coming out.”
The man shook his head and replied, “It’s alright miss. It’s just some coffee.”
Let’s just say that you haven’t ordered coffee in public since then. You shook off the funny memory as you rinsed your (length, color, and texture) hair. While humming to yourself, you didn’t hear the bathroom door creak open, your boyfriend entering the steam-filled room.
The shower curtain barely shuffled open, and you could feel the warm presence of your loving, hunky boyfriend behind you. He had taken his metal arm off before hopping in, making sure the technology didn’t get ruined. His lips pressed soft kisses along your shoulder and up your neck, his right hand resting on your soft tummy. With his skin pressed against yours, everything felt right.
“I didn’t know you could sing doll.” His voice is low and groggy, most likely just from waking up.
The butterflies in your belly fluttered, and a smile grew on your face. “Only in the shower.” You say, leaning back in his warm embrace. He gives your forehead a gentle kiss, and the two of you sway as you continue to hum your favorite song.
“You know, I bought this album on vinyl when it first came out, it was my mothers favorite.” Your brows raised, almost forgetting that the man you love was born much earlier than you were.
“Wow… it must’ve been a hit if it is still popular today, hm?” You turn, looking up at Bucky, his blue eyes crinkling with joy as he smiles.
“It was,” He pauses and cups your cheek, his thumb grazing over the soft and textured skin of your face. “But I think it sounds better when you sing it.” The burly man leans down, peppering your face with kisses until he finally presses a soft kiss to your lips. Even though you have known him for a while, and you live with him, you still get nervous around Bucky. And every kiss feels like the first; Magical.
His gentle hand helps you scrub your body, and he helps you condition your hair, turning off the faucet once he finished. He reaches out of the shower and grabs your soft towel, wrapping it around your body with his arm just like a big hug.
“Do you promise to sing more often, doll?” He asks, smirking as adds, “Maybe on my cock next time?”
With a gasp and a light slap to his chest, you giggle and press a sloppy kiss to his lips.
“In your dreams!” You say, laughing with Bucky as you both exit the shower, feeling clean and happy.
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Lip Scrub (Kim Sunwoo)
Warnings: fluff, kissing, boyfriend!sunwoo, sunwoo is smitten for you, mention of kids shit (don’t ask. Just read), making out 🕳️🏃♀️, couple things, very comforting I’d say 🤷♀️, oh and Sunwoo and the reader call each other pookie
Sana: Hihi! I am back (I could not last on my hiatus for more than a month 🧍) I wrote this today. Kidding I had it in my drafts for ages I finished it today so like-
Word count: 982
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“Try this with me please..” you say as you hold Sunwoo’s arm and shake it “No, why would I put whatever that is under my eyes?” Sunwoo said in disgust as he held the under eye mask with his two fingers as if it was some kids disgusting shit.
“It helps you moisturise your under eyes! You see all those dark circles you have right there, it’s for them. Come on, try it with me! I promise it’s not something bad.” You say with a pout on your face. You could see Sunwoo dramatically rolling his eyes before nodding his head slightly.
“And fyi I don’t have dark circles.” He said before snatching the packet of under eye masks. Ripping it open he took out two of them and stared at them with his eyes brows knitted together.
“Let me help you..wait before that wear this!” You say excitedly as you remove a bunny hair band from your bed side table.
“I am not going to wear that! Get away!” He screamed in horror as he tried to get up from the bed only to get pulled back down.
Straddling his lap you put the bunny hair band on him as you gently place the eye masks under his eyes, “you have to close your eyes..” you mumble with your eyes focused on putting the eye mask properly.
“Why?” He asked even tho he had already closed his eyes. Smiling like a small kid you get up from his lap and bring out your cocoa butter lip scrub. Rubbing it on his lips you got up from his lap once it was done. Going in the washroom you pay no mind to whatever Sunwoo was doing outside.
“Can I eat this??” Sunwoo asked with his eyes still closed “I mean..if you want to. Go ahead..” you said with a shrug.
“What even is this?” Sunwoo asked. Stopping your skin care routine you look at him through the bathroom, “lip scrub..” you say as you continue doing your thing.
You could hear Sunwoo gasp in horror “You cannot eat lip scrub! Why did you say I could eat lip scrub!” He screamed in terror as he got up from the bed and came running in the washroom to wash his mouth.
Pushing you away from the mirror and the counter he opened the faucet and started gargling with the running water. Shaking your head in disapproval of his behaviour you just continued putting the night cream on your face.
“Why did you say that I could eat that!” Sunwoo spoke up once he was done washing his mouth
“I never said you could eat that, pookie.” You reply as you start putting on the face mask sheet.
“Yes you did! I asked you if I can eat the thing you were applying on my lips! And you said yes!” He whined
“No, I said if you want to! I left the decision completely on you, pookie.” You say with a smile. Patting his broad shoulders you exit the washroom and sit down on the bed with a book in your hand.
“Okay, but the main question is, did it taste good?” You ask once Sunwoo came out of the bathroom and sat down beside you
“Seriously? That’s what you care about?” He asks with his eyebrows raised looking at you with a irritated expression adorned on his face.
“No, I mean I need to know if it actually tastes like the flavour I bought.” You say as you look at him with expectant eyes waiting for his reply
“I don’t know. It tastes like vanilla and a slight mixture of cocoa butter. It was sweet and it had this small bits kind of thing which I chew on,” Sunwoo said with his eyes closed as he described the taste he tasted “overall it tasted good. 10/10! Definitely should try it!” Sunwoo said with a slight grin as he got up from his seat and went in the washroom to grab the lip scrub box.
“Come on, try it..” he said as he stood in front of you with the scrub scooped up in his fingers. Looking at the scrub and then at him you shook your head as a no as you gently pushed his hand away.
“No, are you crazy!” You said with a laugh as you diverted your attention back to the book you were reading.
“You’re not gonna eat it then?” Sunwoo asked as a confirmation. Shaking your head and saying back a no you payed attention to your book.
“Well then you leave me no choice!” You heard Sunwoo say that as you felt a soft hand grab your face. Before you could even comprehend on what was happening you felt soft lips attached to yours.
You could feel Sunwoo moving his lips in sync with your as his moulded perfectly in yours. Closing your eyes you grabbed the back of his neck to pull him closer. Pushing him down on the bed you straddled his lap while you both continued kissing without a care in the world.
In no time you could feel Sunwoo’s tongue entering your mouth as he explored every corner of it. You could taste the cocoa butter and vanilla flavour of the scrub he had put on before kissing you.
Breaking the kiss you both stared at each other while breathing heavily. Attaching your forehead with his you smiled at him “It tastes good.” You tell him with a slight chuckle
“Really? Are you referring to me or my lips, pookie?” Sunwoo said with a smitten smile on his lips.
Picking up his hand he started stroking your hair gently before he attached his lips to your collarbone, giving it light kisses.
“Both..” you reply to his question as you look up to give him more space to kiss you.
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Tagging: @deoboyznet @from-izzy (hope you enjoy it pookie <3 )
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contains: roommates!yungi x gn!reader, pre-poly (?), yes they r in love with u and each other yes they have no idea what to do about it
“They’re gonna be so mad,”
Yunho turns to Mingi, who’s all too casually chewing on his sandwich you made him, with a swiftness that causes his neck to jolt. He purses his lips in frustration and furrows his brow so Mingi gets the message that his input is not needed.
Mingi keeps chewing and watching Yunho fumble with your now bleach stained shirt. Your favorite shirt, to be exact. All he’d done was put your laundry to wash and now he feels like disaster is imminent. He’s kneeling on the floor of your guys’ living room-on the patterned rug you bought-completely distraught and still in his pajamas. He’s been dealing with this predicament all morning, suffering by himself and trying like hell to get rid of the big, ugly thing. He’s starting to think it’s taunting him.
Yunho turns back to the shirt he’s flattened out on the floor, “What do I do?”
Mingi sits back on the couch and turns the TV on to his current watch, humming whatever song he heard on the radio as if his roommate isn’t 2 feet away and practically breaking down. Yunho runs his hands over the front of your shirt again, like he’s been doing for the past hour, as if that’ll make the giant mark disappear. The clock ticks and he’s all too aware of the time of your arrival slowly inching closer and closer.
Mingi internally giggles at Yunho’s disheveled hair, “Serves you right for touching their stuff,”
Yunho pouts from the floor, “I was trying to help them out!”
“So why didn’t you do my laundry too?”
Yunho pauses for a few seconds before turning to scoop your shirt up in his arms, carefully as if it’s not already tainted by himself, “You’re useless,” he stands up quickly and exasperated, turning back around with an accusing finger, “and you haven’t been working overtime. That’s why I didn’t do your laundry.”
“Hey!” Mingi pouts and stands with purpose, just as irritated as Yunho now. He wants to poke fun at Yunho some more, but he spies your lit hot buttered rum candle out of the corner of his eye. The one you lit this morning before you left for work so the house would smell nice for your roommates. He spies the neatly organized coat rack by the door, the one where he always haphazardly throws his jacket on but finds it neatly back in its designated spot the next morning. He spies the second wrapped sandwich left on the counter, the one you made specifically for him.
Yunho’s already gone into the kitchen to try, for the millionth time, to wash out the stain once Mingi’s had the little revelation that he’s so endeared by everything you do for them, or just you in general. He figures Yunho’s already realized this a while ago, based on his unrelenting efforts to save your favorite shirt. God, you haven’t even told them outright that it’s your favorite shirt but they both just know because of how often they see you wearing it. Mingi’s just thinking over every little detail about you he’s subconsciously stored in his brain, shelved right next to every little detail about Yunho.
He stands next to the brown-haired panicked man by the sink, now ready to double his efforts and put his all into saving your shirt. He starts scrubbing like the stain owes him money. He gets a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach now, standing next to a pleading Yunho and your material under his fingers. Mingi feels fully at home, servicing both of you, but he doesn’t want to unpack that now. Yunho feels a softness blooming in him, watching how focused Mingi is getting, and the softness grows until he feels like it’s going to burst out of him like the cotton fluff in a teddy bear. A knock on the front door takes him out of it.
They both look at each other with wide eyes, panic rising as the lock keeps clicking and the door creaks open. Yunho shakes the shirt wildly in a last, stupid attempt to magically get the stain off and Mingi bites his fingernails in anxiousness. Waiting, guiltily, to let you find them both like kids caught stealing out of the cookie jar.
“Hey,” your voice echoes in the kitchen as you casually walk in and unpack your lunchbox. It’s eerie because of the out of character silence. Usually you’re hounded by Yunho asking how your day was and Mingi complaining to you about whatever he wants to that day. They’re turned away from you, standing at the sink and fiddling with a cloth in their hands. The guilt is hanging in the air, almost contaminating you too. It’s so clearly written on Mingi’s pouting face every time he looks at you out of the corner of his eye and you don’t really have to wait to have your suspicions confirmed.
You lean on the counter and cross your arms, “Ok, what did you two do?”
They slowly turn to you, “Nothing, we ju-“
“Yunho got a bleach stain on your favorite shirt.”
You both look at Mingi, Yunho turning with a betrayed look on his face, “What? You shouldn’t have done their laundry without permission,”
You walk in between where they stand at the sink, taking the shirt into your hands and unfolding it until you spy the splotch. Yunho twirls his hands and watches you with puppy dog eyes, curling in on himself as if he’s preparing for a scolding. Mingi thinks he’s adorably pathetic, falling for his wide eyes even though they aren’t directed at him.
You hum and shrug, “I’ll just use this as a sleep shirt from now on.”
Yunho splutters and stands tall, offense overtaking his features and once again making Mingi the scapegoat to all of his problems, “You said they’d be totally mad at me!”
Mingi has a dumb smile on his face as Yunho keeps blabbering and smacking his side. You blow out the hot buttered rum candle on the counter, watching as the two keep battling and calling to you to ‘join their side.’ It turns out like always, with Yunho pinning Mingi to the couch and their ‘fight’ dissolving into soft giggles. It’s quiet for a moment as they catch their breath, before you come crashing onto Yunho’s back and forcing him to topple over Mingi. The room is loud again, filled with complaints and grumbling but none of you move. Mingi shifts so you’re both comfortably on top of him. His arms hardly fit around two bodies and Yunho’s practically falling off the edge of the couch but he’d rather die than purposefully leave the feeling of Mingi’s chest rising and falling under him, the feeling of your gentle hand running over the spots on his face. It’s another Thursday night in your crowded home and you can find love in every nook and cranny.
bom note: love domesticity hope i can try it sometime
#ateez#ateez x reader#ateez imagines#ateez fic#ateez oneshot#ateez soft thoughts#ateez soft hours#yunho x reader#mingi x reader#song mingi#jeong yunho
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Kitty Bell - Naoya
Kinktober Masterlist
Warnings: 18+, collaring, horrified abuse of bdsm (bc it's naoya lol), degradation, oral sex, cumshot, bratty elements, sexism (of course)
A/n: He's an ass but he's our ass.
Word count: 1.6k
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Arguments were not an unfamiliarity in the Zenin household.
But coming from Lord Naoya’s bedroom? That was unheard of.
Servants of the house did their best to ignore the hisses, the harsh clunk of furniture, and keep their attention on floors desperately in need of scrubbing ―
A giggle sounded behind the door ―
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”
CRASH.
One servant woman startled, flicked her gaze toward the sliding doors with a blanche.
No one said a thing, nor were there any other sounds from the bedroom thereafter.
The servants ensured the floors were spotless, lest they incur the wrath of their masters, and scurried away.
You stood stock-still. Naoya held your face in his hand, enraged eyes level with yours.
“Who gave you that mouth, hm?” he said, squeezing your cheeks in his grip. “Who taught you to talk back to me?”
You didn’t answer. The shadow of your punishment loomed, imminent. You shivered ― with anticipation more than fear. Your cunt throbbed.
Naoya studied you for a tense couple of seconds before releasing you.
“Go get your collar ― no!” Naoya barked as you dug for the wrong drawer. “The new one. We’re gonna settle this. Now.”
Naoya licked his lips, leaned back at the sight before him.
This was going to be fun.
“Like the new necklace I bought you, woman?”
The kitty bell on your collar tinked as you lowered your head.
Naoya admired your pathetic state. He had been too lenient with you lately. Women. You gave an inch and they only took a mile.
He smirked; you’d be getting more than an inch tonight.
“This is what you get for running your mouth,” Naoya said. At the foot of the bed, he put elbows to his knees and leered at you, one finger beckoning forward. You made to stand ―
“Are you kidding?” How stupid could you be? “Crawl.”
And he watched you do it, kitty bell dangling from your neck. Naoya followed it, itching to grip your collar himself, jerk you around with it. Naoya swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth and straightened to grip his throbbing cock.
“Come.”
He chuckled at the playful tint in your eye that told him you were enjoying yourself. Clearly, he had chosen the right bitch for him. So obedient ― except when you weren’t. When you tested him. Naoya’s cock twitched in his palm and he stroked to soothe it.
You sat before him, perfect legs tucked underneath perfect thighs, and waited for further instruction.
He hooked a finger over your collar and dragged you forward until his cockhead dangled over your plush lips. You opened your mouth ―
He yanked you forward again. Your face was inches from his, while his face remained without expression.
“I don’t want to see a drop after you’re done, understand?” His deadly whisper hit your face, but the only proof was the slight flutter of your pretty lashes.
You met his eye and did not waver. Brave little thing. He loved you ― in his own way.
Naoya licked the dry away your lips, smirked as you nodded. “Show me what that mouth was really meant for.”
He sat back as you sunk down. You palmed his cock and began your punishment ― what a punishment.
“You should count yourself lucky,” Naoya said. “It’s hardly a punishment to have a man’s cock in your mouth, least of all mine, now is it, kitten?”
You shook your head no ―
SLAP.
“Answer me.”
Your cheek blossomed pink. You popped his cock from your mouth to reply, “No, husband.”
Satisfied, Naoya closed his eyes and let you get to work on him.
He groaned, hand fisting the sheets; your tongue swept and swirled over the head of his cock before taking it in your mouth ― your warm, slippery mouth. Almost as good as your other holes. Naoya arched forward to see you bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks out to properly suck him off.
“Ngh ― good, good, use those hands …”
At his word, you brought one hand to stroke what couldn’t fit in your mouth.
He cracked an eye open; now this is what he wanted to see. Why couldn’t it always be like this? Your mouth and cunt wet and perfect and perennially available to him, the way it was meant to be?
With each filthy bob of your head, your bell rang, your movements flashing the sharp black of your collar. Naoya had had his name engraved on it for good measure, lest you ever forget who you belonged to.
“Open your mouth,” Naoya ordered.
You obeyed, popping him from your mouth to show him your rosy pink tongue.
“Such a good girl tonight.” Naoya gripped his cock to spank it on your tongue before giving a quick slap over your flushed cheek. “Where was this behavior the other night, hm?”
He gripped the back of your head and angled you back on to him to allow you to continue your work.
“Why do you have to make everything so difficult? Harder.”
Naoya drew in a sharp breath at the extra suction you gave his cock at his command. His knuckles whitened, throttling the sheets, until realizing your head was available and began to thoroughly fuck your mouth. His cock twitched against your wily tongue when he heard you choke and struggle to take him.
“Fuck, fuuck!” He gritted his teeth as his cockhead tickled the back of your throat again and again
Your hands fell over his balls to grope and paw at them, your cheeks emancipated from the effort on his cock.
Naoya released in your mouth, long spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat as dragged you by your hair and kept you still on your knees.
“Remember what I said now, not a drop from that pretty little mouth ― aahh …!”
You took him all the way to the base, your nose brushing against his pubic hair. Your throat jumped with each thorough swallow.
“Yes, fuck …!” Naoya hissed. “Such a good little glory hole for me, uurgh …!”
You treated him to a few more bobs of your head before releasing him.
Naoya narrowed his eyes. “Show me.”
Again, you opened your mouth, revealing nothing but your pretty abused tongue.
He slapped the side of your cheek with a playful chuckle. “Good girl. Kneel.”
You steadied yourself on your hands and knees, providing somewhere for Naoya to place his feet. Your forehead kissed the floor as he fashioned you as a stool, ankles hitting the back of your neck.
“Next time, you’re not gonna talk back, right?”
“Yes.”
“You’re gonna offer that pretty cunt up and shut that mouth unless I’ve got my cock ready for it, correct?”
“Yes.”
Naoya grinned and removed his feet. He hooked a finger underneath your collar and dragged you atop him. He was already hardening again at the sight of your absolute submission to him.
He slapped his cock against your clit, smirking at the sight of your moist cunt. “Who does this belong to?”
“You, mmm …!”
“Who?”
“Naoya!” You were breathless already.
“Very good.”
He sat you on him, his cock nestled between your plush walls.
Naoya groaned out as you screamed. He chuckled as he settled you farther on his cock, refusing you a second to adjust to him. He felt nothing for you. This should be nothing for you; it must be much easier than the time he snuck into your dressing room and took you bone dry from behind, shouldn’t it?
Pathetic.
You gripped his shoulders as he fucked into you. His iron grip on your hips kept you exactly where he wanted.
“Nurgh!” Naoya slammed you on to his cock, his bruising pace sending him barreling into you. “And don’t think you’re just wearing that collar inside ― aahah ― you’re wearing it where everyone can see. You got that, bitch?”
“Yes, gods.” You buried your head in the crook of his shoulder as one of his hands gripped the fat of your ass. “Yes, yes, yes ―!”
You clenched pathetically around him, milking him desperately. Naoya kissed, licked, bit into the shell of your ear, savoring the supreme pleasure of your cunt.
An idea struck him amidst the haze. He smirked.
And secured hands around your hips to lift you off him.
You gasped from the sudden loss. “No!”
He shoved you to the floor. His cock dangled in your face once you looked up.
“You’re gonna watch me finish,” Naoya said, “and you’re gonna get nothing.”
Tears were in your eyes, your cheeks flushed red and lips just as pillowy as when you started. He hadn’t kissed you once, he realized as he palmed ferociously at your cock. Perfect.
Naoya stroked himself in front of you. His eyes fluttered closed as he imagined your cunt still squeezing so lovingly atop him, so loving, after everything ―
He roared as ropes of cum sprung from his cock and on to your face. You were silent as you took it, teary eyes closed as white got lost in your hair, splashed your perfect lips, your cheeks.
Your collar.
You look beautiful like this. Naoya studied your fucked out face, eyed the collar that bound you to him far better than any wedding ring.
“Go clean up,” he said once recovering, stuffing his cock back in his trousers.
He watched you stand and sulk toward the bathroom.
“Oh, and, honey?”
You turned around.
“Leave the collar dirty.” Naoya eyed it from where he was.
He chuckled as your flushed skin turned pinker. You nodded, continuing on your way.
Maybe he did like it when you misbehaved. Just a little.
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Heya! How about what happens when Ani finds out you haven't had your first kiss? 😘
Many Thanks ❤️
A sweet, sweet kiss. - Anakin Skywalker
A/N: no smut in this just a whole lotta ani fluff <33
I’m sat in by bedroom watching the blazing sun go down over Crouscant, I can’t help but think about how someday I may get out of this place, somewhere out of all the business and politics. One day. I am bought out of my thoughts when I hear a slight knock at the door. “Miss (Y/N), there’s news that my skywalker and mr kenobi have just arrived back to crouscant.” It feels like a long while since I last saw Anakin and Obi - Wan.
“Thank you 3P0” I will be down soon to greet them I say as I rush to my vanity table to make myself look a bit more presentable than being bare faced in my satin pj dress.
“Miss (Y/N), we really should hurry, we might miss them” I hear 3P0 say from outside my bedroom door. He always waits to escort me places.
“Don’t worry, I never miss them” I smile to myself as I pin my hair up… “I’m coming now 3P0” I say as I open my bedroom door, 3P0’s arm is already out to escort me downstairs.
…
As I’m walking down the stairs, my eyes catch his beautiful blue ones as he walks up to me. My walk turns into a little more of a run when I’m finally at the bottom of the stairs. I run straight into his arms. I missed this feeling. “Oh Anakin, it feels like forever since you left” I say as he pulls me into his warm embrace.
“Been missing me have you?” He smirks down at me right before I full away from his embrace. I can’t admit it.
“No, of course not. I missed my protection” I say making him chuckle as I turn to Obi - Wan. “I’m guessing Anakin wasn’t too much trouble” I say as I side eye Anakin, who looks very unimpressed.
“He was alright when he was needed” He replies making us both chuckle…
“The two of you must attend the dinner I’m hosting tonight to celebrate your safe returns!” I say as I turn to Anakin, catching his glance once again. Those eyes have always made me feel some type of way towards him.
“We’ll be there miss (y/n)” Anakin says as he gently grabs my hand and plants a gentle kiss onto it causing butterflies to flutter inside me.
3P0 escorts me back to my room so that I can get ready for tonight’s dinner, I’m just so happy the Jedi knights are back safe, I’m happy Anakin is safe…
“Miss (Y/N), I can’t help but wonder if you have feelings for my skywalker?” 3P0 asks me as i’ m at the dresser brushing the curls in my hair.
“Excuse me, it’s none of your business 3P0” I reply in a playful way. “So what if I do?” I accidentally say out loud as I look into the mirror. I’m in a silver satin dress that hugs me in all the right places with my long brown hair resting along side my body… I’m almost ready to head down to dinner until I hear a knock at the door.
“Miss (Y/N), it’s Anakin.” My heart skips a little.
“Come in” I say before asking 3P0 to leave… “Hey Ani” I say as he walks up to me. He looks as handsome as ever in his all black suit with his robe resting along his body.
“Ani?… I like that nickname” he says as he follows me out onto my bedroom balcony.
“Why is it you wanted to see me Anakin? I’m due to see you in 15 minutes for dinner” I ask as I turn to face him, he’s smiling down as me as the bright sun beams down on his beautiful face.
“I just couldn’t wait (Y/N), I missed you, I missed your face, your beautiful eyes, your smile and even just talking to you… when it got tough out there thinking of you is the only thing that kept me going”… he says as he cups my cheek with his beautiful eyes beaming down at me. “You look beautiful tonight by the way” he says with a smirk on his face.
“You don’t scrub up too bad yourself, mr Jedi” I say making him chuckle.
“Also, I really want to try something with you” he whispers softly as his face slowly gets closer to mine .
“What’s that Ani?” I say teasingly. I know it’s a kiss. I’ve never kissed anyone.
“A kiss” he says whilst his lips are millimetres away from mine. My heart is beating out of my chest as he grabs onto my waist, I hope he can’t feel that.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before Ani” I admit before looking down in embarrassment. He pulls my chin back up so I’m looking into his beautiful eyes.
“I would be honoured to be your first (Y/N), may I?” He doesn’t need to answer before my lips are crashing onto his, butterflies are exploding in my stomach as he pulls me closer into his embrace. In this moment it feels there’s no one else in the galaxy. Just us.
Hey lovelies, hope you liked this lil fic that i put together today🥺… my requests are still open so send any you have via the ask button! <33
- @jediskywalkerblog 🚀✨🛸
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The Lethality of Silence - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader
Summary: Levi comes home from a mission unable to speak or function. You take care of him.
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: Fluff to eventual smut. MDNI, 18+. Idk I wrote this a while ago and I'm noticing tense usage is all over the place but don't really want to edit it so I apologize for that. Anyway, enjoy!
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The sun is now setting outside the home that you and Levi bought almost a year ago together. Warm colors flood the room as you look towards the window in worry, wondering if Levi is alright. He and his squad were conducting a mission outside the walls and concern always flooded you when he wasn’t back home by sundown. It means the mission went either really well or very badly. Nothing in between. You begin to pace back and forth, unable to just sit still anymore.
Even though you had cleaned the house until it was practically shining and your hands were cracked because of the dryness, you wipe down everything again. Whenever you’re stressed, you clean. That’s a habit that you and Levi share.
Another hour passes before you hear the opening and closing of the front door. Faster than you can register it, you throw the rag down and pad over to the walkway. You find Levi hunched over with his head up against the door, leaning against it. Blood spattered his clothes, marring the Scouts insignia on his cloak, and caked messily in his black hair.
“Levi?” you call quietly, being careful to not startle him. In response to your calling, a heavy sigh heaves from his body. You still cannot tell what kind of direction the mission went. Once you can see his face, you’ll be able to.
You reach your hands up and over his shoulders, unpinning the green cloak from his body. His muscles are tense under your touch. Your heart wrenches. You walk over to the washer, lift up the lid, and put it in. You turn back towards Levi and plant a kiss on the back of his neck. You wrap your arms around his body but he doesn’t reciprocate the gesture in any way.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
You help Levi get undressed as you run a bath for him, shimmying various items of clothing off him and carefully tossing them in the dirty clothes basket in the corner of the bathroom. He winces every now and then again but doesn’t say a word. All you can hear is his breath trembling just ever so slightly. He tries hard to hide it but he fails. Various marks litter his skin, the early stages of a number of bruises. One encased his entire left rib cage. Your fingertips lightly traced it. You swallow a thick wad of salvia to keep your composure.
Once he’s completely undressed, he sinks into the tub and his body disappears into the sudsy water below. Almost immediately, the water mutates into a dawn-tinted color. You sit on your knees on one side of the tub and motion him to sink further so his hair goes into the water. Your hand wraps around the back of his neck when he does so and your other hand is being used to softly scrub his scalp with shampoo.
He closes his eyes in relaxation and after a while, you notice he’s asleep. His trembling stops and his breaths are slow and steady in and out through his nose. His eyebrows are relaxed. His near-constant frown is turned upward into a straight line. He’s never looked more at peace. You look down at him in admiration and continue to wash him, trying to cleanse him from all the stress and worry from the day. Once his head is done, you grab a clean washcloth draped over the faucet and dunk it under the water. You wring it and bring it up to his face, tenderly stroking his cheeks and forehead from grime. Each time revealing more and more of his flawless complexion. You take this moment to admire his beauty. While he isn’t good with compliments and hates it when you make a huge fuss over him, he is, undoubtedly, the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.
And he’s all yours.
Once his body is all washed up, you lean forward and kiss his lips, cheeks, nose, forehead. He stirs awake and his eyes crack open. You give him a small smile.
“You need to rinse off.”
He stands up and you turn on the shower now, making sure every spec of dirt is washed off. From the other side of the shower curtain, you wipe down his entire body again. He is as stiff as a board and doesn’t move. The hot stream of the shower against his scalp feels borderline euphoric to him.
He steps out of the shower and dries himself off after you give him a towel which had been sitting by the woodstove. His movements are limited and minimal. You retrieve black sweatpants, boxer briefs, and a white shirt from his drawers and set them on the sink.
“Here are some pajamas. Are you hungry?”
He says in the quietest voice you’ve ever heard, “No.”
“Levi, please, you should eat something. How about some bread and tea?”
“Okay.”
You leave him in the bathroom to get dressed and go to the kitchen. You put a small loaf of bread on the woodstove as well as the kettle. You lean on the counter and run a hand through your hair, taking a deep breath as you do so. You’ve never seen Levi like this, ever, and you two had been together for a few years. What in the hell happened during this mission?
You have absolutely no plans to ask him tonight. It can wait until tomorrow. Right now, all you’re focused on is making him feel at home and relaxed.
The bread and tea are both steaming when you set them on the dining table. Levi had gone to his bedroom and shut the door. You knock on the door.
“Honey?”
“Come in.”
You step through the doorway to find Levi’s head in his hands and sitting on his bed. Your heart aches as you walk over and sit down next to him, carefully palming large circles onto his back. He reaches out and places a hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. You take that as a ‘thank you.’ Levi had an easier time communicating through action rather than words themselves. Moments like this are when that theory proved true.
“The food is ready.”
“Okay.”
The two of you eat in silence. You split the bread loaf in half and he takes longer to eat his half than you. He has no problem getting the tea down, per usual. But something is better than nothing. The quietness is deafening yet calming for the both of you. Levi takes about a half-hour to eat his food. Once you two are done, you take the plates and quickly wash them before placing them in the drying rack.
You pad back over to your boyfriend and carefully straddle his hips while he’s still seated in the chair. He looks up at you with lifeless eyes. But there’s something deep inside them that speaks to you, even now. You brush some of his hair back from his face and set your hand on the side of his face. You gently place your lips on his, kissing him in the most passionate, loving way you can.
He weakly wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. While the kiss is very slow, there’s a certain intimacy to it. The kiss deepens and you rotate your head so the two of you lean your heads to the left. His tongue lazily explores yours. His hands settle on the sides of your thighs as your fingers find their way to his hair and stroke delicately. A barely distinguishable groan emits from the back of Levi’s throat. Wetness starts to gather in between your thighs and you can feel Levi’s cock hardening beneath you.
This certainly wasn’t on your docket for the night but you aren’t opposed to it.
You pull away from Levi, searching his face for any hints of what he’s thinking.
“Hey,” you say, leaning your forehead against his. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
He brushes his mouth against yours and you close the gap once again. You wrap your hands around the back of his chair and you grind your hips down on his. His length presses up against your cunt deliciously and a surge of pleasure washes through both of you. Levi makes another sound, moaning, a little louder this time. You want to make him feel good, to make him feel better. You couldn’t give a shit less about what your own body wanted.
Your lips travel from his mouth to his jawline to his neck, making him squirm a little underneath when you work to suck, lick, kiss, and bite the skin there. He shifts his hips upward to get some relief, but not nearly high enough as he usually can. It’s frustrating to him. You gently hump him as you kiss on his neck and the combination is enough to drive Levi wild.
“I wanna make you feel good,” you whisper into his neck.
“Then do it.”
You take his words as a challenge. You stand up and kneel down to your knees in front of him. His eyes are glued to you like a car crash. You lift up his shirt partially and kiss his abs, slowly making your way down to the waistband of his underwear. His muscles contract under your mouth and he throws his head back when you trace two fingers underneath the band. Once his underwear and sweatpants are down to his knees, his cock springs free. You waste no time and take it into your mouth.
His hands firmly grip the armrests of the chair as you go to work on him. His knuckles are white and veins are bulging. Various curses and groans leave his lips, but no coherent sentences. His hips buck up into your mouth, causing his tip to hit the back of your throat. Tonight, you challenge yourself. You take a deep breath and try your best to take him in his entirety. Your lips, inch by inch, lower further and further down onto his shaft. Your eyes sting slightly but you ignore it and continue to push.
Your lips meet the base of his dick, your nose buried in his pubic hair, and he lets out a louder moan. You are able to deepthroat him and, as a result, he calls out for you in pure pleasure. You bob your head up and down slowly, wanting to break him down in every single way. Your hands steady themselves on his naked, muscular thighs and you use them to balance yourself.
He runs a hand through your hair, gripping softly. He whimpers, “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
He uses your scalp to softly guide your lips up and down onto him. He tries his best to keep his eyes open, to see how pretty you look as you devour him, but the pleasure is too much. It is not long at all before he’s already starting to shake. Part of him is embarrassed that he approaches that edge so quickly, but he couldn’t help it. It’s you.
He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and breathes loudly as he approaches his orgasm. Just as he is about to be pushed over, he lifts you off him quickly and collapses back into the chair. You are confused as you are left on your knees in between his.
“C’mere,” he says, holding his hand out and using his index and middle fingers to usher you towards him. “Please.”
You sit back down on his lap and kiss him as he requests. He tastes himself on your tongue and the thought makes him even harder. So much so, in fact, that it’s almost painful. He pulls away and looks into your eyes.
“Fuck me.”
His voice is so sultry that it makes you drip with desire.
“Baby, no, it’s okay, I don’t want anything tonight. I want to make you feel good.”
“I’ve been through hell tonight and you are single-handedly the closest to heaven that I’ll ever experience,” he explains and looks down between your legs, your cunt sitting on top of him. “Please, sweetheart, please just fuck me.”
He is almost pleading at this point. You bite down on your lip in lust. You push your shorts and underwear to the side and you are already so wet that he goes in with ease. Both of your mouths drop open when you gasp as it goes in, reveling in that initial feeling of being so full of him and feeling your warmth encasing his cock. Your eyes roll back into your head, pulling him close to you as you relish how wonderful he is inside you.
You lower your body up and down onto him, his length thrusting in and out of you at a slow yet perfect pace. Levi’s eyes are glued to your body as he’s pinned against the back of the chair. Electricity sparks in your pelvis and spreads to your limbs as you fuck him. You two are so saturated with passion and need that slaps of skin echo throughout the room. God, you could ride this man forever. His face is priceless. His eyes are screwed shut, his mouth is dropped open, and his eyebrows are furrowed together as his hands guide your movements. He always looks so pretty when he’s being fucked.
You use one of your hands to circle your clit. Levi feels your walls clenching up around him and his eyelids open to find you playing with yourself as you’re riding him. You look so needy for him that his arousal heightens. He watches you intently. You kiss him again and your tongues instantly find one another’s, slipping and smacking with enthusiasm. In this short amount of time, he is already close again. But thankfully, so are you.
“I’m gonna cum,” he says between gritted teeth. You nod your head and encourage him to do so, so close to your orgasms. With a few more thrusts, he spills inside you and you cum on the spot. His beautiful moans fill the room, as do yours. Your pelvic floor milks him for every drop and he has to steady your hips due to the sensitivity he feels afterward. He stays inside you for a few minutes, gently kissing you as you both come down from your highs.
He pulls out and some cum drips onto his thigh. Excitedly, you drop down and use your tongue to clean him up. He lovingly looks down on you as you swallow it all. His eyes are so lidded, though, that you’re afraid that he’s about to fall asleep right here.
You pull your shorts and underwear back on and you help him pull up his pants again. Without a word, you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. You both approach his side of the bed and you pull down the covers and he plops in. He takes off his shirt and sets it on the nightstand next to him. You cover his body with the duvet and you leave to go to the bathroom and extinguish all the candles in the house.
You come back and climb into bed with him to find him already fast asleep. You take a deep breath and, once again, push some hair back from his face. Again, this peaceful state is something that you wish he experienced all the time.
Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way.
You set a hand down on his arm and watched him sleep for a few moments before he starts to whine and whimper in his sleep. Your eyebrows furrow together. You wonder what kind of nightmare he was having now. You wake him up by carefully shaking his shoulder and kissing his lips. His eyes go wide as he initially wakes up but soften when he sees you. His arm slithers around your waist and settles on your back, pushing you in closer to him.
“Mmm,” he sleepily groans. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I really, really do.”
“I know.”
A small smile spreads across his face and you close your eyes, curling up into the warmth of his chest. Whatever happened today, you are sure that he will probably talk about it tomorrow with you. Until then, you revel in this silence and peace. This afterglow. You both drift to sleep, knowing that you are both protected and so loved by one another.
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