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nanaslutt · 7 months

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Gojo cumming in his pants thats it thank u for listening

listening so hard rn, i probably think abt this exact scenario 50 times a day

thank yew so much for the ask ml<3

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀: fem reader, established relationship, dry humping, clit rubbing (through clothes), dirty talk, corruption kink, fluff, crack, size kink if you squint, praise at the end from gojo, gojo is head over heals for reader, gojo cums in his pants<3

MDNI

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waking up from your deep, much needed night of sleep you couldn’t help but notice you felt about 180 pounds heavier than you remember feeling when you fell asleep last night, also feeling much hotter than you recall

you had your softly snoring mountain of a boyfriend to thank for that, resting his heavy head on your chest, arms wrapped snug around your barely clothed figure

you must have accidentally fallen asleep waiting for him to come home last night

you were planning to surprise him with the new set you got the other day, hes been so stressed out with work lately and you just wanted to do something nice for your boy, luckily you passing out prematurely hadn’t ruined your plans as you had slipped one of his big tshirts over yourself to conceal your present to him

“satoru,” you groaned wiggling underneath him, trying to get his heater of a body off of you

“mmmmmm..” he let out a long groan, shifting a bit, making you think he was going to move before he collapsed back into you

“toruuuu uppp, im gonna overheat and die because of you,” you shake his shoulders to fully wake him up

“yer ‘s mean ‘t me,” he mumbles, squeezing his arms around you impossibly tight making you let out a groan before he rolls you over like a boa constrictor, you positions now switched, legs straddled around his slutty little waist

you push your hands on his chest, sitting back on his pelvis and brushing the hair out of his face, “dramatic oaf,” you smile watching him nuzzle your hand like a cat,

“fell asleep without me last night,” he says quietly, closing his eyes and humming in appreciation as you rubbed your thumb against his cheek

“what time did you get home anyways?” you questioned, his warm hands settling on your upper thighs, rubbing the skin there

“mmm…mayb’ four…” he says slowly, sleep still laced in his voice, starting to mindlessly slide his hands up and down the sides of your body, eyes still shut,

“we’ll that’s why i fell asleep without you.” eyes still closed as he slipped his fingers under the fabric of your panties sitting on your hip,

starting to feel a warm sensation creep inside your body, different from the overwhelming physical heat his body provided

it’s only when you become aware of your own growing need that you feel his, very prominent problem underneath you,

“toru, ‘s so early, what are you this hard for?” you tease, moving your hand away from his face resulting in a whine as you rubbed your hands over his clothed pecs

“if i told you i had a naughty dream about you would you believe me?” he cracked his eyes open slightly, wiggling his eyesbrows

“you being a pervert even in your dreams?course i believe you.” you retorted,

he gasped, eyes opening a bit more, faux offense plastered on his face,

“hah! pervert? i’m nothing if not a gentleman thank you,” he rolled his eyes, “for your information, YOU came onto ME.” he huffed, failing to notice his own hands that have trailed over your (his) shirt and started groping your chest,

“you sound so convincing with your hands on my tits toru,” you deadpanned,

“they asked me to play with them.” he gave you a toothy grin, pinching over your shirt where he thought your nipples might be

“ah! toru,” you softly whimpered, “wan’ this perv to stop?” he asked, smile still plastered on his face as he stares at you intently,

“shut up,” you breathily moaned, letting your head roll back, running your hands down his hard abs, starting to roll your hips over his stiff clothed cock,

“‘m not the only one worked up this morning huh?” his breath hitches, feeling your pussy slide over the tip of his dick just right, even through both of your clothes,

“if you- haaah, didn’t come home so late last night, we would’nt have this p-problem,” you stuttered out, putting more pressure on his abs with your palms as you humped back and forth over the large bulge in his sweats

his hands leaving your chest, one coming down to dig his fingers into the fat of your ass, helping you rock yourself on his cock, the other splaying itself out on your tummy, thumb coming down to rub your clit through your panties,

“yeah? wanted to fuck me last night baby?” he questioned, biting his lip, feeling dizzy from the lack of sleep combined with the perfect pressure and friction you were creating on his dick, leaking pre all over the inside of his boxers,

“t-take off my shirt toru,” you said grinding yourself faster on him, pussy leaking through your panties, leaving a dark patch on the crotch of his sweats

it’s only been a couple minutes and he was feeling drunk, gasping and groaning watching his pretty girlfriend wearing 𝒉𝒊𝒔 shirt and rub her hands all over his body while she uses him to get off, it was almost too much, and now the angel on top of him just asked him to take off her clothes?

he wastes no time, hands abandoning their respective positions on your body, grabbing the shirt from the sides of your figure, caressing your skin as he pulls the fabric up, up, up,

his jaw drops and his eyes go wide when he sees what you were hiding from him, your tits were cradled in a light blue fabric, the same colour as his crystalline eyes, the border of the blue panties decorated with pretty white lace, a small rose on the front formed into a heart,

the next sounds that came out of his mouth you have never heard him make before, hands shooting to your waist and gripping you bruisingly, jolting forward, abs clenching under your fingers as his hips buck up into you,

high pitched whimpers leaving his mouth one after another while he completely paints the inside of his boxers white, rope after rope of his thick cum spurting out of his needy cock and sticking to himself

“haaaaaaah, fuuuck,” he vocalizes, relaxing into the bed, aftershocks of his orgasm leaving him twitching, the back of his arm coming to cover his eyes as he heaves, other hand massaging your hip, his chest rapidly moving up and down,

“toru did you just-“ stilling your movements you looked down, sliding back slightly and seeing the previous wet patch you left on him grow steadily, definitely not from your doing this time

“sorry, haaa- didnt- ngh- didn’t think you were gonna look that beautiful,” his arm slides off his face and there’s a dopey grin adorning his features

his face is completely red and he looks like he just got the soul sucked out of him,

“ah…cant beleive you just made me cum in my pants so fast like some teenager,” he laughs, making eye contact with you again, and his eyebrows shoot up at your current state,

your own jaw is dropped, breathing rapidly, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so aroused in your life, cunt fucking throbbing with need, hearts practically in your eyes, at the realization of what you just made him do,

you think you might’ve just discovered something about yourself….

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rafeandonlyrafe · 5 months

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too nice

words: 1k

rafe is turned on by you... being nice?

warnings: 18+ only, smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex (no climax included lol i ended it early bc it felt right)

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450

it's not that rafe isn't used to people being nice to him, but it's a different kind of nice. it's being pleasant out of fear of him and what he will do. you, on the other hand, don't see him that way for whatever reason. you are nice to him simply because you are a nice person, and wouldn't think to be anything but sweet to the cameron boy.

“hey rafe, how's your day today?” you ask, leaning your chin onto your first as you prop your head up on the side of the boat, the sun hitting your skin and warming it.

“good, thanks for asking darling.” rafe says, really not in the mood to be out on the water, but when topper said you would be joining them on the boat, he couldn't pass up the chance on getting close to you

“no problem.” you smile, bending your knees and bringing your heels to rest on the plastic couch material, looking off into the distance as the boat flies over the water, humming along softly to the music.

“do you want something? a water or a coke?” you ask rafe, feeling your mouth is a little too dry and needing something to replenish it.

“water is fine.” rafe nods. “thank you, y/n.”

you smile at him before standing up to find the cooler, getting out a water for rafe and a can of lemonade for yourself. you return to the spot on the couch, noticing that kelce has moved to rafes other side.

“here ya go.” you tell rafe, taking your seat again after handing him the water.

“you're too nice.” rafe says, shifting in his seat.

“im not too nice.” you roll your eyes. “im just being friendly.”

“mhm.” rafe hums, taking a sip of his water. when the boat stops and everyone jumps off, he has to run to the bathroom, surprised he lasted so long with you sitting next to him, so fucking sweet, and barely covered by your small bikini.

he fucks his fist, the image of you in his head, imagining you between his legs, your mouth on his cock, or bending you over the sink as he takes you from behind, holding your plump ass in his hands.

he cums thinking of your moans, thinking of fucking your tight pussy, how nice you'd be about it, how much you'd thank him and bat your eyelashes.

he cleans up before heading out of the interior to see you standing on the deck, dripping wet, and he instantly rehardens in his swim shorts.

“rafe!” you gasp against his lips, your hands fisted in his sweatshirt.

“can't believe you're this nice to everyone.” he kisses you harder, not allowing you to think as his lips slide against yours. “such a fucking sweetheart.”

“please!” you gasp out, grinding your hips against rafes as he presses into you.

“begging me to fuck you.” rafe laughs, pressing his cock into you through the layers of clothing. “and being so nice about it. such good manners, baby.”

“need you.” you tug at rafes clothing, desperate to get him naked. rafe steps away to free himself of the sweatshirt and tshirt, tugging his sweatpants down as well to leave him in just underwear. it had been a long day out on the boat, and rafe was glad he brought a change of clothes for after he was done swimming and the sun fell in the sky.

“i wonder…” rafe says, tugging at your coverup, navigating the confusing straps until it's off your body. “if you taste as sweet as you act.” rafe tugs the zipper on your bikini top down until the sides split apart, your breasts spilling out.

rafe props you up onto the sink, wishing he was fucking you in someplace nicer than the bathroom on toppers family boat, but it was clean and big enough to make do.

rafe latches onto your nipple, his other hand covering your breast as he toys with it. you throw your head back, pressing it against the mirror as rafe attacks your chest, sucking, licking and pulling at your nipples.

“ive always wanted to taste your pussy.” rafe lifts you off the vanity with one hand, tugging your swimsuit bottoms down with the other, not even needing your help in getting you naked.

rafe sinks to his knees, the bottom of his feet pressing against the opposite wall but ignoring the cramped space as he spreads your thighs, revealing your wet cunt to him, already leaking from his kisses elsewhere.

rafe buries his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping over your folds without spreading them, keeping his touches teasing and not where you truly want him.

“please, rafe, come on.” you tug at his hair, pulling him closer and causing his tongue to push through your folds and separate them. rafe slurps at your juices, making obscene noises that you hope no one else can hear as he pulls away and looks up at you with a half smile. “i knew it.” he nods. “you taste just as sweet as you act.”

rafe licks at your cunt like it’s the best thing he’s tasted, not tearing himself away until his tongue brings you to your first orgasm of the night, and he still makes sure to lick up all your sweetness before standing.

“want me to fuck you, darling?” rafe asks, rubbing his hand over his cock, still covered by his underwear.

“yes, please, rafey, want you so bad.” you pant, tugging at the waistband of his underwear until rafe concedes and pushes them down his legs.

“let me taste you-” you begin, going to get off the sink, but rafe stops you from kneeling on the ground.

“as much as i’d like that baby, i need to be inside of you. you’ll have plenty of time to suck me off later.” you pout but nod, fine with hurrying it up if it means getting to feel rafes impressive length in your cunt. “so theres gonna be more times?” you ask, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulders.

“princess, you thought once i got a taste if your pussy that i would be satisfied with just fucking you once? of course there will be more times.” rafe leans in and kisses you gently. “you’re too cute.” he states, and then pushes his hips forward, plunging his cock deep inside of you.

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ferrstappen · 5 months

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let me take care of it l LN4

a/n: this was inspired by the gorgeous gorgeous scene of K-mag and his daughter 💘 also, this is ALL OVER THE PLACE bc I wrote it on my phone in like 15 min but still hope you like it💘 I’ll also update dad max tomorrow 💘

summary: when papa isn’t feeling his best, baby Norris knows what she has to do.

Lando wasn’t feeling his best and everyone could see it; it didn’t matter what anyone said, whether it was his dad, mum, sisters, Zak, Oscar, even you… he couldn’t stop being so harsh on himself that every person on the paddock wanted to lay his back and tell him to catch a break, he still is one of the best.

Your arrival to Abu Dhabi has been one worthy of the last race of the season, the private flight full of the Norris family, from the little ones to the in laws, with your parents chatting and laughing with Lando’s mum as they took turns to hold Amalia.

Everything was going great, really, but as the weekend started rolling and after quali, his smile faltered, face hardened, bringing himself down for some mistake.

So you made sure the hotel room had everything he needed, left Amalia sleeping on the crib while you picked his race day boxers, McLaren tshirt and joggers, so he could just throw his body to the bed and fall asleep.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him as he settled his body in front of yours, not even asking to be the little spoon.

“No, but I just want tomorrow to be over so we can go home and be alone, you know?” His voice came out muffled by the pillow and your arm. “The only thing I want is to get home and start decorating for Christmas, Amy’s first Christmas… that’s all I want,”

“Okay then, let’s focus on that,” kissing his shoulder, you noticed his breathing slowing down.

Amalia Norris was a known face around the paddock, even if she couldn’t speak or even walk, she greeted everyone with a quick movement of her hand and happy squeal, depending on who it was.

Now, she had big things to protect her ears from all the sounds, Lando’s helmet and gloves in front of her and just as she was about to reach for the gloves and get scolded by you, Lando appeared with his usual smile, chest buffing at the sight of his two girls cheering him on, both wearing papaya.

“Do you want to help me get ready for the car, bubba?” Lando asked his daughter and she clapped her hands, giggling, almost as if she was trying to say something but couldn’t. “Okay, gloves please,”

Lando supposed it was going to be a show but no, his daughter had a concentrated look on her face as her small hands grabbed the glove and put it on Lando’s hand, repeating the action.

Before putting on the helmet, Lando picked her up, giving her a tight hug and loudly kissing her cheek just to fill his ears with her melodic laugh, the only fuel he needed. He closed his eyes while her hands grabbed both of his cheeks to get him closer and leave a kiss on his forehead, and in that moment Lando thought he was capable to give up the last race of the season just for this moment to never end.

“I think you need the helmet, huh?” You reminded the pair, taking Amalia from your boyfriend’s arms.

Lando gave you a quick peck on the lips before putting on the helmet, adjusting it until it was perfect, but there was one last detail.

“Visor, baby,” Lando pointed at it and Amalia carefully closed it, now he was ready.

“Good luck, daddy!” You told him as you noticed people were looking for him.

“Daddy? I thought in public it was papa,” he cheekily added, making you blush.

“Shut up, go get second place!” You joked before blowing him a kiss.

“I’m only thinking about our Christmas tree, baby. I love you both.”

#lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris au #lando norris imagine #lando norris blurb #dad!lando norris #lando norris fic #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fic

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goldeunoias · 29 days

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We’ll make it fit, right?

Authors note: it is I Daisy and I’m sorry for ghosting I PROMISE IM HERE so here’s a little hee drabble that has a trope that’s been done a million times but idc I LIKE IT🥳🥳

I wrote this on my phone so sorry for errors 😞 I also turned asks back on sjsjsjsj I’m going to start answering them after I post

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“C’mere baby spread your legs nice and wide for me yeah? You were so so confident earlier and now you’re all shy? That’s not like you,” Heeseung purred into your ear as he pushed your legs apart, kissing softly on the shell of your ear.

The light sensation made you shudder and you felt your cheeks burn as you let out a whimper, not used to making such effeminate sounds.

“No n-need to talk so much”, you remarked under your breath, earning a slight laugh from heeseung as he lifted up your large tshirt and pulled down your shorts.

“Sorry princess, I’m a talker. You can’t even hide how wet you are with this big tshirt of yours, panties are soaked to the brim,” Heeseung groaned as he looked at your soiled underwear, unable to control himself from pressing his knuckle down on the sticky patch of fabric.

“You’re not any better,” you choked out as your legs slightly shook, your foot pressing against the hard on through his sweats. He remained unfazed as he chuckled and held up your ankle to his lips, twitching when you felt his lips leave light kisses up your calf.

“Mmm you’re right princess I’m not. I’m ready to burst because of you, you know that?” Heeseung panted as he pulled his shirt over his head, grabbing one of your hands and squeezing it.

“You’re gonna be good and take it all right? I’m sorry if it can’t fit,” he groaned against your neck, licking a languid stripe so you could make out every ridge of his tongue.

“Gonna fit everything right between those legs,” he couldn’t help but remark, his cheeks rosy from how his mind kept swimming from thoughts of you.

Before you could even make a snark reply or comment Heeseungs lips were on yours, desperate at how you tasted.

You whined at how coarse his tongue was and how it seemed to encapsulate your own as trickles of saliva pushed themselves into your mouth, Heeseung unable to hide his grin as your nails left scratch marks against his chest.

Your eyes rushed open as Heeseung slid two digits inside your core without notice, your jaw going slack at the ache you started to feel between your legs.

Even through hazy eyes you could still make out Heeseungs lazy grin as he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, your heels digging into his mattress at his brutal pace.

“W-wait Heeseung,” you panted out, your chest starting to rise unevenly as he scissored your core, callouses on the pads of his fingers pressing against your velvety walls.

“Shhh it’s okay princess don’t worry, just let it happen you know you’ll feel good. Squeeze down on my hand when you get close yeah?” he cooed against your cheek, kissing it softly.

It was a contrast to how tight and rigid your lower belly began to feel as he slipped in a third finger, wanting to make sure you were prepped and ready for every single inch.

You squeezed down on Heeseungs hand to indicate that you were close, your other free hand leaving cherry colored marks down his back.

“Mmmm Hee,” you croaked out, your body becoming encompassed in heat as your back arched into his form.

“I know baby you’re squeezing down on my hand so tightly,” he soothed, speeding up his fingers.

“Don’t fight it just let it happen yeah?”

You couldn’t contain the moans that erupted from your chest as the knot snapped in your stomach, your body unable to stop itself from shaking as you faded into the afterglow.

“Mmm good girl, such a good girl,” he couldn’t help but praise, peppering your face with kisses as your frame shook.

You snapped out of your daze when you felt something warm and hot prodding at your entrance, squirming slightly against his hold as really took in his size.

Heeseung could only chuckle and pout at your timid demeanor, unable to stop himself from teasing.

“What’s wrong princess? You told me before we started I was being too confident, too cocky,” he drawled in your ear as he nipped at the shell of it, sliding in the first inch.

You now realized this was the pride before the fall as you felt your tummy tense and your walls twitch as the full feeling you were about to experience, Heeseung snapping you out of your daze so you could stare at his carob eyes.

“It was you who said you wanted this didn’t you? Where’s that confident girl now huh?” Heeseung tsked before nipping at your ear, pushing in another inch.

You were losing the ability to form words and Heeseung was reveling in it all, his warm hand squishing your face to hold you still when he was half way.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take what you asked for?”

The arrogance in his tone made your chest burn with annoyance and your body burn as remnants of your pride withered away.

You nodded and bit down on your lip as he pushed in the rest, practically going cross eyed as your mind could only focus on how full it felt between your legs….

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OKAY HOPEFULLY THIS WASNT HORRIBLE. (If it was I’m so sorry it’s been awhile😭

honestly I haven’t written for heeseung in a while bc no anons or comments or reblogs ever come from him and it’s kinda demotivating.

If you like having heeseung be written this way tell me! And I’ll write more of it! Same thing goes if you like reader being written this way!

Pls pls pls pls pls pls 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 (imagine me begging on my knees i am begging

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfic #enhypen hard thoughts #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts

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kittykattropicanna · 22 days

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Okay new Simon Riley AU but i need everyone to stick TF with me here

Retired!Reddit!Simon anyone????? NO BC HEAR ME OUT I PROMISE

Imagine Retired!Simon. his served for decades, in that time he meets reader, gets married, had kids, ect, ect, ect.

After he retires, his completely lost and out of his element. he cant work anymore due to his chronic back pain from year of service and integrating back into society permanently turns out is a lot harder then he originally anticipated.

he starts getting really, really depressed. Days start blending into each other and his three sons start to notice their dads is doing it really tough.

SOOOO they decided to make a reddit account for him. they make him join a bunch on military sub-reddits, maybe askreddit and things alike just so he can have something to do that isn't watching the football all day

he actually turns our to really, really like it. he can post all about this crazy military carrier, maybe even a little about this childhood (which he feels comfortable with because its all anonymous) and maybe even shares a little about his wife (reader) and three boys.

i can imagine after a while he starts gaining A LOT of popularity because holy shit his stories are so interesting and his lived such a crazy and inspiring life.

it becomes his way to connect with people that aren't just his wife and kids and he starts getting so much support from other people it really starts to boost his mood again.

i also imagine people start asking for dating advice and stuff from him because his always boasting about reader on his reddit. he kinda becomes an internet dad in some way 😭😭😭😭 like people genuinely trust him with their LIVES and i'm imaging some of his response are so fucking funny 😭😭😭😭😭

Maybe take it a step further and his sons create a youtube channel for him that he can make videos about this interests such as guns, car repairs, motorbikes, ect and the internet EATS THAT UP AS WELL bc absolutely massive hot ex SAS DILF that is obsessed with his wife and kids wearing a skin tight black tshirt and a balaclava while talking about this interests 😭😭 everyone loves him sm

like imagine his boys showing him tiktok edits of him and poor Si is so confused bc why is he watching himself get thirst trapped over on some strange app he had never heard of before 😭😭😭😭😭😭 his like 50 leave him ALONEEEEE

if this goes forward i plan to write a big chuck of it in a reddit sort of format almost like you were scrolling through the app and seeing him post. Readers would be Si's wife, so even though you would be reading the text in the third person, every time Si would mention his wife, he would be referring to you if that makes sense???????

idk please tell me if this is a little to niche 😭😭😭😭😭 am i cooked or a creative genius???? ill let you decided

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allocnddits · 3 months

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Can I request protective Oscar which leads to her thinking he’s super hot like that and then that leads to smut please?

here it is, sorry for the wait babes

it was the little things

the way he never let you walk on the outside of the side walk

the way he would rest his hands on the curve of your back, right above your ass, anytime you were in a room full of people or a crowd you had to walk through

But that night specially it was all too hot. Lando had convinced your boyfriend to go clubbing with him after their podium. In reality all he wanted to do was go back to his hotel and maybe have the laziest, most intimate love making session with you. But you encouraged him to go out, it was his first podium in formula one and you felt full with pride, he had to celebrate it the right way.

So after the race you went back to the hotel and got ready to go out. Oscar looked unbelievably hot, it was the most boring outfit you could think of, for sure, but your boyfriend pulled it off perfectly. The black tshirt so tight on his arm, same with his jeans, they weren’t even supposed to be skinny but his thighs had gotten thicker and looked like they were about to burst out of those pants. The watch around his wrist, the chain you had gifted him at the beginning of the season adorning his neck and his cologne, god, that fucking cologne was intoxicating.

He was thrown on the bed, open like a starfish as he waited for you to get ready. You came out of the bathroom with a more casual than not outfit. Black mini skirt, white top and black boots, the star of the show being a vintage Mclaren jacket that Oscar would probably have to hold all night.

“Ready?” you asked as he sat up on the edge of the bed, groaning. “Come on, baby, it’s your first f1 podium, you can’t just stay in and do nothing.” you explained, combing your nails through his hair, trying to get it to sit right.

“I wasn’t gonna do nothing, i was gonna do you” he hugged your waist, cheek pressed to your stomach.

“You can do me every day, but tonight i already promised Lando we would be there.” your boyfriend dropped his head in defeat, knowing damn well that the next morning his teammate won’t even know if he was there or not.

None of you were very fond of clubbing, not really knowing what to do. You danced for a bit as oscar talked to his coworkers that were there. The way you swayed your hips pulling different pairs of eyes to watch you. It was Lando that noticed and told him that you were causing a scene. He called you over with a motion of his finger, you obeyed blindly, walking over to him.

“Everything alright, baby?” you asked as he hugged you tightly to his side, the hand that held your jacket moving to discreetly cover some of your ass.

“Yep, perfect” he nodded, taking a sip of his beer before starting to talk to his teammate again. you couldn’t help but stare every time he took the glass bottle to his lips, the way they puckered up against the brim and how his arm flexed when he lifted it. “Want some?” he asked when he realized you were staring.

You nodded, holding your hand out for the bottle but it never met you, instead he took it straight to your lips tipping it so the liquid met your tongue. You drank it till he pulled away, trying not to make a mess but some of it dribbled down your chin anyway. He looked down at you swiping his thumb on the spilt alcohol and kissing you. He was putting on a show for everyone to see. Lando downed the drink the had in his hands with a chuckle before excusing himself to get another one. The second his colleague walked behind you he stretched his arm out, pulling him by the arm.

“Don’t you look, either” he threw his hands up in irony and Oscar started basically burning up, his hand lowering so the jacket would cover more of your legs.

“Don’t be mean” you told him as you threw your arms over his shoulder, his rested on your hips, hands holding your jacket and his beer, too busy to roam around your ass.

“I’m not. It’s just that, everyone was staring. I swear i saw a pit guy look you up and down, he must know who you are, right?”

“Oscar, even though this is extremely amusing and hot, you have to let it go, it’s alright.”

“Hot?” he teased

“Well, yeah, being all manly and jealous and possessive. It’s kinda hot.” you explained before starting to kiss on his neck, each mole of his receiving a peck. “Can we go back to the hotel?”

“Yes, please. Just gotta say bye, c’mon” he pulled you through the small crowd till you met Lando and some other coworkers of his. You two said your goodbyes and walked out of the place, waiting for his car. You got in so quickly after he opened the door for you, waiting impatiently to get back to your room.

His hand was on your thigh the entire ride, getting higher and higher, your skirt doing very little to stop it. You couldn’t take your eyes off his hand gripping tight on the steering wheel. His jaw was clenched making it look sharper. The anticipation was killing you but luckily you were finally in front of the hotel. Oscar rushed out of the car to open the door for you and get you out of the car and into the lobby. Because of the late hour the elevator got to you quickly and you stumbled in, his hand on the small of your back, keeping you close.

As soon as the elevator doors closed you pulled him in by the colar of his shirt your arms wrapped around his neck, hands hanging loosely behind him as he kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He was fighting the urge to not grind his hips against you just yet but it was hard when you started kissing down his neck and running your nails on his scalp.

“Oscar” you called “Oscar, we’re here” you pushed him off of you, taking him by the hand and walking to your room. You reached into his back pocket to grab the keycard and open the door, immediately kicking it shut and making him sit on the couch.

You got on your knees immediately, taking off your shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. You could see his outline in them as he lifted his hips to help you. Your lips connected to his thigh, kissing all the way up to the wet patch on his underwear, his dick growing even harder inside it.

“Don’t fucking tease, get to it” he rushed you, hand running through your hair.

Your fingers made their way to his waistband, pulling it under his dick. You watched as it basically bounced against his stomach before kissing the tip. As you looked up you saw that he was getting impatient so you spit down on the head, watching it drip down the side of his length before spreading it around him with your palm. He was watching you, following your moves closely, anticipating but the moment you took his tip into your mouth he threw his head back, closing his eyes tightly.

Oscar’s hand gripped tighter, the other one collecting the rest of your hair, pulling it into a ponytail. As he recovered himself from the first contact with your mouth he lifted his head up, admiring the way your mouth stretched around him.

“Fuck my mouth, baby, please” you asked with him in your hand, leaving your mouth open for him.

He fixed the hand on your head and pushed you down slightly on his dick till your nose gif the hairs on his groin. His hand held you there for a while before pulling off completely. You were already a mess, lips red and plump covered in saliva, small strands of your hair stuck to your face and you had been sitting on your ankles, grinding against them to get the slightest feeling of relief.

Oscar kicked your knees apart, placing his leg between them, he immediately pressed it up onto you. You let out a groan but it was cut short by the way your boyfriend shoved your mouth down on his cock.

“Fuck, baby, so perfect, your mouth is. Always feels so good” he praised as he aggressively pulled your head up and down his dick.

His thrusts had gotten more aggressive making you gag around him but you were so satisfied. After the little show he putt on earlier all you wanted was to be manhandled and it was exactly what he was giving you. You had started bouncing in his foot shamelessly and he was loving the view, your tits bouncing slightly and tears now falling from the corner of your eyes.

“‘M close, love, gonna cum in your mouth, yeah?”

He pulled you away, making you keep only his tip in your mouth, you sucked the hardest, tongue sliding against his slit repeatedly till he spilt in your mouth. Oscar groaned, throwing his head back as you sucked every last bit of cum out of him before it was all too much and he pulled you off him.

“That’s a way to celebrate a podium” you said before dropping your head to his thigh, completely used up.

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri smut #f1 #a writes #oscar piastri x reader

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nkogneatho · 5 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

ೀ kuroo x fem!reader ft. iwaizumi

—cw: exhibitionism, blowjob, webcam sex, male masturbating, pet names (kitten), cum swallowing, deepthroat.

—a/n: this was supposed to be a small blurb but oh well. Also this was supposed to be just kuroo but being the hajime whore i am i had to include him.

Tetsu made sure to give you all his time and attention. He was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, arms to hold you into and of course a dick to fuck you stupid when you were horny.

But today he had a meeting with Iwaizumi to discuss the financial aspects while funding and sponsoring the volleyball tournament the recently partner for. He wasn't close to Iwaizumi, more to the former captain of Seijoh, but Hajime and Tetsuro clicked during their first proper meeting. They even went out for a few beers and shared laughs. He told him about you so since then Iwaizumi would always ask how you are. You met him once during a party Kuroo organized and the man looked big. Bigger than Kuroo but you love your rooster head too much so you don't care about any other man.

You walked into the bedroom to find kuroo in his sweats. He had tight wine red tshirt on with black sweats and you peeked to find iwaizumi wearing a black compression shirt. It was obvious he was an athletic trainer the way his body flexes at ecah move. But your eyes were fixated on your man. Or rather his grey sweats. Shit. The fabric was loose but the way he sat, you could see his dickprint. Shit. shit. shit. You didn't know what plagued over you—maybe lust, maybe desperation, but you carefully drop to your knees and crawl to him. He doesn't notice you, his eyes fixated on the calculations he was writing on the desk, that until your freshly manicured nails trace his dickprint and his eyes shoot to you.

"wh—"

"Shhh." you gesture putting your pointer on your lips. "don't want him to find out baby," you grinned. Kuroo pushed his chair a little forward dragging the wheels from his weight. If he wanted to, he would've excused himself, turning off the camera and tell you that he'll let you do whatever you want later. But the man has always fancied adventures.

When you start stroking his boner, he lets out a heavy sigh, audible enough to catch the attention of the man on the other side of the screen.

"Is everything alright?" Hajime's processed computer voice pulls Kuroo's attention back to the meeting.

"Y-yeah yeah. Dude, I just had a pretty tiring day," he replies.

"It's 12 pm, man."

"Ah, right. I meant morning—fuck." He wasn't someone to lose his composure so easily but the last fuck was something he needed to moan because now your mouth was wetting his dick, taking him inside.

"We could've just resched—uhm...Kuroo," Hajime's tone shifted. Drenched in curiosity, drenched in something dark. "I can see her head."

You stopped. You literally stopped while he was still inside your mouth. You expected Kuroo to make up an excuse. He always handles these thing easily, right? Only now this man decided to drag the chair a little backwards so the man on this laptop screen had a clear view, a clearer angle to see what was happening. You peer up at him with a dumbfound expression.

"Don't look at me like that, kitten. You're the one who wanted to play games while I am working." His fingers wallowed in your hair, pulling you further close to his inner thighs. "Don't you dare run now." And you didn't. You obeyed him like a pet wanting to impress his master.

"Aw shucks. Would you mind turning sideways, Kuroo? So I can see her take that dick in clearly."

"I wouldn't mind," he shifted you to the side, turning his chair. "Enjoy the Show."

You started bobbing your head up and down. Even though his hands were in your hair, he didn't force you down his cock. Atleast, not yet. Your tongue tasted a hint of sourness, probably his precum. As you moved, your eyes prompted to the corner to find Iwaizumi's cock full on display as he stroked it with his big hands. Your cheeks burnt up immediately. Tetsuro caught the change in your expression and his pupils were fixated on you. He didn't know you enjoyed this so much.

"Iwa-chan."

"Don't call me—ugh that," he spoke in between moans.

"Aw c'mon. Why not? Shit, baby no teeth. You've seen my cock so I guess we're pretty close now."

"I am more focused on her. Ngh—look at her. Now I know why you call ker a kitten. fucking hell. lapping her tongue and all'at" Iwaizumi's balls were tightening. He was getting closer and closer. You knew because his gruntsbstarted getting heavier and louder. You were a few meters away from the laptop but it felt like he was right their, groaning in your ears.

"ah! fuck. yeah. Keep going, kitten. I am close. He is too—gorgeous fucking girl. yeah. fuck fuck. shit. ah! ah!" Now was the time when his hands started pushing you further down his cock till your nose bumped in his crotch. "fuck yeah. yeah. yeah 'm close. ah ah ngh—" tetsu's hand held your held in one place, forcing his dick until all his seed spilled down your throat. he knows you alwayd swallow it like a good girl. and you did. Noticing you gulping down his cum, gave Iwa the sweet release he was chasing.

"NGHH! Holy fuck," hajime cursed. You looked at the screen to find thick white ropes spilled all over his knuckles. Some even managed to shoot up to his black compression.

"Hmm," Kuroo chuckled. "Wanna say something to him pretty? Go ahead." You bit your bottom lip, still gazing at his softened cock. It looked big even when it was soft.

"Wish I could taste your cum too, Hajime." And his dick sprung up again. He didn't expect you to call him by his first name let alone say nasty things like that. That innocent image of you in his head was gone.

"Haha. See? Isn't she so cute?" Kuroo petted your head. "Aw look. Our meeting time is almost up." Hajime looked a little disappointed but Tetsu knew better. "How about we reschedule...in person?" And the smile at the end of a sentence confirmed that he was not going to discuss anything even remotely related to volleyball in the next meeting.

#kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo smut #iwaizumi smut #kuroo tetsuro x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #kuroo tetsurou smut #iwaizumi hajime smut #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #iwiazumi x y/n #iwaizumi x you

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theysherobinbuckley · 9 months

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steve & robin share a wardrobe in the realest sense of the word.

steve likes his pants a little tight and robin likes her pants a little loose, so it works out perfect that they're basically the same size (as long as robin wears a belt and steve doesn't do any squats)

robin likes to wear button up shirts baggy and loose over a tshirt or a tank top if it's real hot outside, and steve gets into the habit of wearing the same shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest

steve thinks their hoodies always smell like weed because of robin's stoner hippie parents, but robin insists that it's actually eddie stinking them up because her parents have better shit than whatever came out of a lunchbox, thank you very much, dingus

robin brings one of their shared sweaters with her whenever she visits family because it smells like steve and home (which are basically the same thing), and steve wears the flannel pajama pants that robin picked out even though they live in his dresser

they can even switch shoes back and forth if they want, but steve's not much into the converse and vans robin gravitates towards; he does, however, borrow a pair whenever they go to one of eddie's shows

it takes the others an embarrassingly long time to notice

("You literally share a closet? I thought you just had matching sets!"

"Uh, no way, dude. Haven’t you seen The Shining? Matching sets are seriously creepy.")

#stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #stranger things

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elexaria · 2 months

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i have had modern! au miguel o’hara brain rot so bad 😵‍💫 he comes back to the apartment after a shitty day at alchemax and he’s all tense and agitated.

murmurs out a “just wanna relax, cariño” when you try and ask him whats up. he just sits on the couch in his tshirt and sweatpants, rubbing his temples to try and alleviate the tension :( and its so hard to see! your handsome, smart boyfriend doesnt deserve to have all this pressure on him! so you crawl next to him, peppering his cheek and neck with gentle kisses. he just kinda huffs at first, a little annoyed. “mi alma—“ he murmurs in a chiding tone, but you can see the way he tilts his head to let you access that sensitive spot in the hollow of his collarbone, letting out a small grunt when you suckle.

and then when you nibble on his neck, leaving faint markings, you notice the way he’s beginning to grip the arm of the sofa, practically clawing at the fabric from the nagging sensation of his growing arousal. your hands wander from his lean shoulders, gliding over his broad chest muscles with a satisfied moan— before coincidentally drifting down to the growing cock print that’s pressed up against his sweats. a flush of arousal skirts across his chiseled cheeks, eyebrows furrowing as he watches you pull away to watch as your hands meticulously free his aching erection, which springs from its confines and thwaps back against his abdomen.

every time you do this, it makes the butterflies in the pit of your stomach seize up. with a stifled whine, you lock eye contact with miguel as you slowly pump his erection with your hands. he sucks in air through his teeth, glaring right at you from underneath his furrowed eyebrows, still death gripping the sofa’s arm. you begin to babble praise to miguel, about how he doesn’t deserve to get so stressed out by incompetent staff in alchemax, how your poor boy needs to let his wifey take care of him <3 and when you lean down to trace the tip of your tongue from the base of his shaft up to the slit of his head, miguel can’t hold back the choked up growl that tears its way through his throat.

and when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat with one swift motion, miguel damn near howls at the sensation, the tight walls of your throat constricting against his thick girth as he involuntarily bucks his hips up towards your mouth, growling and spluttering like a starved beast.

you hate how he gets stressed out from his work, how he constantly has to deal with the consequences of being a brilliant scientist. but you have to admit, you do enjoy taking care of miguel like this, having him all pliant and like putty in your hands when hes in a post-coital haze. only then will he relax and spill the beans on whats troubling him <3

#elexaria writes #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel smut

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redrose10 · 3 months

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Chapter 11! Thank you for all the comments and messages. It is appreciated! I love hearing everyone’s theories.

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 2,815

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Tag List: @gimeow @kam9404 @baechugff @gaby-93 @kayleefriedchicken @igot7fairlyoddparents @jalexad @drrookie

You swung open the door unaware of the information that had just been disclosed., “Alright guys, I got some pork and beef and a few different sides. I hope that’s enough. It smelled amazing in there so I think this will be good.”, you said closing the door behind you after returning from the restaurant. When you turned around you could tell the atmosphere felt different than what it was when you left. Yoongi was staring off into space while fidgeting with the hem of his tshirt and Jin seemed very jittery as well. You started unloading the food onto the table which Jin graciously thanked you for getting. He ate so quickly you were afraid he was going to choke. Yoongi on the other hand wouldn’t touch the food. Even when you grabbed the chopsticks and tried to feed him he shook his head and refused to eat.

“I’m going to go make a couple phone calls and see if we can get this all finally cleared up.”, Jin said before wiping his mouth with a napkin and walking out the door.

“So anything new happen while I was gone?”, you asked taking a bite of the food.

Yoongi felt the room spin again making him feel sick. All he could do was shake his head.

“Hey are you okay?”, you asked concerned with how much his demeanor had changed since you left. He gave you a tight lipped smile and nodded. You continued to eat in silence sneaking little peaks of him while he sat there picking at the skin on his thumb.

Eventually Jin came walking back in and sat down with a smile, “So as mentioned earlier the police are willing to cooperate with the cash payment and be forced to drop all charges against Yoongi. Now as far as Suri and Hwan are concerned they are willing to just drop everything as well as long as Y/N agrees to not press charges against Hwan for what happened at the auction.”

You pondered your options for a moment. You looked Yoongi over and noticed how pale he looked. The circles under his eyes somehow looked darker than they were when you left. You could only imagine how you looked. You were both exhausted physically and emotionally and just wanted to go home. You were also smart enough to know that Suri must have bigger plans and this was just some kind of a distraction or something.” As much as I’d hate to see that creep walk free I’m at the point where I just don’t want to talk about it any more and I just want it to be over with. So if that’s what gets us out of here then that’s fine but make sure he knows how much of a low life he is and if he ever comes anywhere near me or Yoongi again I promise that I won’t be so generous.”

Jin lightly chuckled and nodded, “I’ll let them know. I’m sorry that it came to this Y/N. I’m going to have Jimin give you a ride home as it’ll still probably be a couple hours for everything to get cleared with Yoongi, you know paperwork and boring stuff.”

You looked over at Yoongi to make sure he was going to be okay but he wouldn’t even look at you.

“Yoongi do you want me to stay? I really don’t mind.”, you asked secretly hoping he would say yes.

“You should go back to Jimin’s.”, was all he responded with his eyes still trained on a crack in the wall.

“Alright well call me if you need anything.”, you said to both of them but mostly Yoongi. Jin opened up the door for you with a smile and pointed to where Jimin was waiting down the hall so you could make your way there. After he made sure you found what you were looking for he turned his attention back to Yoongi.

“Look you have to keep it together. Y/N is smart. She’s going to know something is wrong right away if you keep acting like you’re on another planet.”

“What did Suri say?”

“She’s willing to give you one month to figure something out. After that she’s going to the media to announce she’s pregnant with your child and that you’ve completely abandoned.”

Yoongi scoffed, “I didn’t abandon her. She never even told me she was pregnant.”

“Yoongi are you sure you are the father? I mean is it possible that she’s lying? You did say you haven’t slept with her in a while. Does the timeline match up?”

“I mean we always used protection but you know things can happen. She’s an evil desperate woman so of course she could be lying as well. I don’t know any more. How far along is she?”

“Well according to this ultrasound it appears that she’s about twelve weeks at this point.”

Yoongi took a deep breath and groaned.

“So I’m guessing that means the baby could be yours.”, Jin wondered out loud.

“The last time was probably about twelve weeks ago. I don’t really remember at this point. Jin what am I going to do? I don’t want to loose Y/N. Not now. I was just starting to make some progress on getting her to give me a chance and I was really trying to earn her forgiveness. This is going to mess everything up.”

Jin chuckled, “Look I’m going to tell you this not as your lawyer not as a business partner but as your friend because I think you need a strong dose of reality. You have no one to blame for this mess but yourself. The day we met Y/N I told you to give her a chance. I told you she seemed like a sweet genuine person who would treat you right and be everything you needed. But did you listen? NoooOOOoo! You’re Min Yoongi and no woman is ever going to tie you down again all because one woman broke your heart years ago. You always have to prove that you’re unbreakable. You’ve continually broke Y/N’s heart over and over and she still looks at you with compassion and love. She still worries about you even though you don’t deserve any of it. Now it’s time for you to grow up and face your consequences and you should hope and pray that this baby isn’t yours and that Y/N will still be understanding once it’s all said and done. But for now let’s just keep this information between us. Hopefully we can somehow convince Suri to have a prenatal DNA test done and if we’re lucky the baby isn’t yours and Y/N will never have to know.”

“And if the baby is mine?”, Yoongi asked already fearing the answer.

Jin scoffed, “Well then let me be the first to congratulate you Min Yoongi. My gift will be in the mail.”

Jin packed up his briefcase, “I’m gonna do a final check and make sure you’re good to go. I’ll call you in the morning. Go home and try to get some sleep. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Yoongi watched as Jin’s broad shoulders made their way through the door. Not long after one of the officers came by and told him he was free to go so he grabbed his jacket and phone and went outside where a car was already waiting for him.

Just as he was about to get in the vehicle he heard the sound of heels hitting concrete and then someone spoke making his skin crawl and his ears burn.

“I told you that it wouldn’t be that easy to get rid of me.”

Yoongi groaned and turned around, “Really Suri? This is what you’ve come down to? You are a disgusting vile person.”

“Well if it isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. You’re no Prince Charming yourself Yoongi. I don’t remember you calling me vile when you were begging me not to stop as I was riding you in your bed while Y/N was in other room asleep or the time I was hiding underneath your office desk with your dick still in my mouth because Y/N came to surprise you with a lunch she made. You are just as vile as me, if not worse. I believe the word that Y/N used was despicable.”

“How do you know about that?”, he looked at her through narrow eyes.

“I have my ways Yoongi. I know a lot more than you think.”

“Fuck off Suri.”

“Is that any way to talk to the mother of your unborn child? Is that how you’d talk to Y/N if she was pregnant with your baby?”

Yoongi stared at her with disgust as a car pulled up behind her. She swung open the back door before turning to him, “You have 30 days Yoongi. 30 days to figure this all out or I go to the media and tell them about our soon to be little family.”

The car sped off leaving him to stand and stare before his own driver got out and asked if he was okay. Yoongi nodded and got in the backseat.

The next morning you woke up feeling exhausted and sore. Your headache was so bad that you even made some coffee hoping the caffeine would do the trick. Jimin was still asleep and you were glad for the silence. Checking your phone you found nothing exciting just a message from Yoongi letting you know he was home and to call him when you got up. You went to hit his contact when you remembered another important call you had to make. Scrolling through your phone you found the name you were looking for and clicked dial. It went to voicemail. You tried again but right to voicemail. Finally you just decided on a text.

You: Hey Namjoon, just wanted to check in and see how you were doing. I was shocked to see you at the police station last night. Just wondering what that was all about. Give me a call when you can!

You tossed the phone down on your bed as you had a feeling you wouldn’t be getting a response any time soon. You decided to take a shower and get ready before giving Yoongi a call. Once you finally dialed his number he picked up on just the second ring.

“Good morning Y/N, how are you feeling today?”

“Alright I guess. How are doing?”

“Not bad.”

There was a long silence before he continued,

“So umm Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight. I have something I wanted to tell you.”

“Oh yeah sure. What time were you thinking?”

“About 6:00 if that works for you? That way we can eat and talk about some things and then you’ll be able to get back to Jimin’s before it gets too late.”

“Actually Yoongi, I was wondering if maybe I could move back in with you?”

Yoongi felt his heart skip a beat, “It’s up to you Y/N. This is your home too so you’re welcome back any time.”

“Okay great! I’ll see you later Yoongi.”

“Bye Y/N.”

Yoongi tried to fake a smile as he said goodbye. He never thought you’d ever want to willing move back to the home you shared. Unfortunately he knew that once he told you his news, you wouldn’t want to stay in the same room with him let alone live in the same home together.

Yoongi paced back and forth around the kitchen. He had tried to busy his mind all day by cooking an intricate dish he thought you’d like. He fixed his tie for probably the twentieth time. Was he too dressed up? Maybe he should’ve just went with jeans and T-shirt like he originally planned. He knew he put on a little too much cologne especially considering the history the two of you had with it. He took a peak at the clock to see if he had enough time to shower and change again when panic set in. It was twenty minutes after six and you were late. You were never late. He began running through every possible scenario.

What if you changed your mind? What if you found out about the baby before he could tell you? Oh my god what if Suri hired a group of assassins to find you and…?”

Before his mind could finish the thought he heard the door click open. Quickly he ran over breathing a sigh of relief as he found you taking off your jacket and hanging it on the rack. “Hi, Sorry I’m late. I stopped at that new bakery to get us some desserts and I think half of Seoul also had the same idea.,” you chuckled handing him the box of various pastries you had picked up. He noticed your bag sitting by the door causing his chest to ache. You really were prepared to move back in and he was going to chase you away again.

Once back in the kitchen he set the box down on the counter and went to ask you what drink you’d like when you surprised him by wrapping your arms around his torso squeezing him tight. You took a deep breath to inhale the familiar cinnamon and vanilla scent. A little stronger than usual but you had to admit that you kind of missed it in a weird messed up way.

“Hey are you okay?”, Yoongi asked concerned when you didn’t pull away.

“Yeah the last few weeks have just been a lot.”, you mumbled into his chest. He squeezed you a little tighter knowing that this was probably going to be the last hug he’ll ever get from you.

Once you pulled away with slightly blushed cheeks he invited you to take a seat at the table while he brought the food over.

Yoongi picked at as much of his food as he could stomach but he just tried to enjoy the moment with you knowing that as soon as he started talking things were going to take a turn for the worst. Even though Jin was adamant to not let you find out about the pregnancy right now, Yoongi didn’t want to hide anything from you any more. He barely slept all night, instead tossing and turning weighing his options but ultimately decided that it was best for you to find out from him personally instead of later on or god forbid from someone else entirely because he had no idea who else knew about his situation at this point.

“Hey are you okay? You seem really out of it?”, you asked pulling Yoongi from his thoughts. He nodded with a tight lip smile.

“You said you had something you wanted to talk about. Is that where your brain has been?”

Yoongi set his chopsticks down and took a big breath trying to calm his nerves. You noticed the slight shake to his hands which made your insides churn because this couldn’t be good news.

“Yoongi whatever it is just tell me. At this point there’s not much that will shock me.”

He chuckled to himself because you had no idea.

“Y/N, I don’t really know how to tell you this so I’m just going to come out and say it but I uh I might have gotten Su-“

Before he could finish your phone began to ring. The contact showing as Namjoon.

“I’m so sorry Yoongi but it’s Namjoon and I’m worried if I don’t answer it I won’t get in contact with him again. I want to find out why he was at the police station last night.”

Yoongi nodded and you picked up the phone greeting Namjoon a little more friendly than you probably should have. He couldn’t hear what was being said on Namjoon’s end but you seemed to get more and more upset the longer you were on the phone with him.

“Well yeah Namjoon I was just wondering why you were at the police station. It seemed a little suspicious given who you were with.”

*Silence*

“How did you meet her?”

*Silence*

“Mmhm and how long has that been going on?”

*Silence*

“Are you fucking kidding me? What do you mean Suri is pregnant?”

You glared over at Yoongi and he felt his stomach drop. Looks like the news was already broken to you.

“Okay text me the address. We’re on our way.”

You slammed your phone down on the table so hard you’re pretty sure you cracked the screen.

“That’s it. I’m gonna kill her. I can’t do it any more. She’s lucky she’s pregnant or I would go over there right now and strangle her myself.”you said pacing back and forth.

Yoongi looked at you wide eyed. He’d never seen you act like this and he was torn between being scared, being nervous, and also kind of liking it in a way.

You turned your attention back to Yoongi making him jump a little, “Come on Yoongi. We’re going to meet Namjoon at his sisters house. He said he has some important stuff to tell us about Suri and how he ended up getting her pregnant.”

#bts #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #cinnamon&vanilla #yoongi fic #min yoongi #yoongi x y/n #bts fanfic #yoongi angst #arranged marriage au #bts x reader #bts fic #bts yoongi #yoongi au #yoongi #yoo

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down4denki · 8 months

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Pantythief!Kirishima consumes my waking thoughts…

Because he’s such a sweet boy. The perfect guy roommate. You feel so safe and protected with your big, strong guard-dog guy friend sleeping next door to you. He’s relatively clean and appreciates every household task you do around the apartment. He’s respectful, never makes you feel uncomfortable when you’re walking around in your little pajamas in the morning sipping your coffee and watering the plants. He doesn’t bring random girls home ever… at first it was odd to you that a pro hero as cute at Eijiro never had one night stands but the more you got to know him you realized it just wasn’t a very him thing to do. He was just so good.

Except for the dirty little habit he’d picked up since you moved in.

You were just so pretty and trusted him so much. So sweet. Your cute little smile. Your soft hands. Your angelic voice. It was too much and as strong of a man as he was, it was too tempting.

He always noticed the cute little panties you’d flit around the house in on early mornings while you sipped your coffee and watered your plants. He knew every pair by heart. He loved the boyshorts most of all. The way they hugged your round ass, perfectly plump and toned… the way they rode up and wedgied between the two perfect fat mounds of your ass made his head fuzzy and his cock twitch in his boxers as he leaned against the counter and watched you bend to water a low plant.

After a long week of patrols and reports, his favorite day of the week finally came around. Wednesday was his day off, and even though he wanted to sleep in more than anything, he was not one to miss opportunity when it was given. You slipped into your morning shower at exactly 6:05, throwing off your oversized tshirt and a pair of lacy red boyshorts and dropping them into the hamper by the door. By 6:34 you are out the door and off to do your morning patrol. And at 6:35 the red lacy panties had found their new spot resting on Kiri’s face while he lay starfished in his bed, cock aching against his gray sweatpants.

He loved Wednesdays because he could take his time. He’d inhale your scent until he was dizzy, sometimes sucking on the slightly damp sticky fabric that had been pressed to your sweet little cunt only minutes prior… like he is right now. Groaning into the fabric. Hands twitching to reach for his rock hard bulge and free it from its confines. Brows furrowed in frustration and need as his spit mixes with the slick left on your panties from the night before… what had you so wet? Had you touched yourself in these? Were you thinking about someone? Was it him? He likes to imagine it was… your sweet little fingers slipping over that sensitive little nub, your other hand clamped over your mouth so your roomy doesn’t hear the lewd noises that threaten to spew from your lips…

His hips begin to buck into the air as he imagines you sitting on his face- his tongue delving deep into your needy, dripping cunt while he laps up your juices. He imagines how tight you’d clench around his fat digits as he stretches you and preps you for his ungodly-large cock- so big he’s sure your eyes would go wide if you ever finally asked for it. He imagines you begging for it. Begging for him to split you open.

He whines into the fabric now, unable to wait any longer as he frees himself from his sweatpants, cock rock hard and too heavy to stay upright and instead slaps his lower abs with a heavy thud as it springs free. He takes it in his hand, circling and swirling the tip with his finger like he imagines you’d do with your cute little tongue. He whimpers at the thought; a nasally, breathy sound as he imagines your eyes looking up at him as you taste him for the first time. You’re so fucking pretty like this, he thinks to himself.

His hand glides down his shaft, squeezing tight while his other hand massages his big, heavy balls. His breath becomes ragged as he strokes himself, replaying the sound of your voice over and over in his head. What had you talked about in your sleepy voice this morning while he poured your coffee? The trill of your laugh when the two of you laid on the couch late last night and watched crappy horror movies… fuck. He’s not going to last long…

It’s so good he can almost hear you calling his name right now… like an angel. His hand moves faster, taking the fabric from his face and fisting his cock vigorously now. He imagines the look of surprise on your face if he’d take you from behind while you bend to water a plant, just slipping his cock in and pulling your panties to the side. The feeling of your manicured nails digging into his forearms as you steady yourself and clench around his cock. The squelching sound your pussy would make as he fucked you relentlessly, all of this built up tension finally coming to fruition. And you’d want it too. You’d want him. Your pretty little pussy fluttering as it strains to take him but sucking him on all the same.

“Eijiro? You oka-….” You stop mid sentence as your eyes fall upon the sweaty, flushed giant of a man pumping his cock laid on his bed. His tip an angry red, veins bulging… your eyes go wide when you see how long and girthy he is. Could I even fit all that? You think to yourself, as his eyes open, a new deep shade of red flushes his cheeks. He takes in your shocked face… it’s exactly like he’d imagined it.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I just had a shoot this morning down the street… I told you that this morn-… are those my panties?” You say, going from embarrassed to confused.

Kirishima doesn’t say a word, his hand stilled on his cock as he looks up at you in disbelief. He doesn’t know what to do or say. He’s sure you’ll move out now. Maybe even get a restraining order…

“Kiri… you’re such a sweet little perv… you been stealing my panties like that this whole time?” You coo, taking a step into the room and his heart pounds so hard he might die. You notice the spit and slick coating his lips and chin, the wet spot on the red lace lingerie wrapped around his dick… “You wanna taste me, Eiji? I’ve been soaking through these ones since I saw you in those gray sweats this morning…”

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sluttywoozi · 1 year

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Summary: Vernon's got a crush on his tutor, and everything gets harder when you start wearing thigh high socks. Everything.

Rating: M (18+ MDNI) | Word Count: ~4.0k

Warnings: shy nerdy simp vernon, horny thoughts, fingering, clit stim, oral f. rec., intercrural sex, cum eating

Reader Notes: confident, implied to be thicc, has a vagina

Vernon sits across from you on your bed, notes spread out around him and laptop resting on his knees. You haven’t been studying long, maybe twenty minutes, but Vernon just can’t focus.

It’s not his fault though! How is he supposed to care about anaerobic respiration when you’re two feet away and dressed like this?

Your thumb swipes absently over your lip, and Vernon battles to hold in the sigh. He’s used to being affected by you, has always thought you were beautiful and hot and sexy and a walking wet dream, but now you’re wearing thigh high socks, and Vernon thinks his heart might give out from how hard it’s been pounding since you opened the door.

You’re dressed normally otherwise, a big tshirt and your favorite lounge shorts, and he’s trying not to let his eyes wander but it’s just so difficult when your legs are right there, covered in soft white fabric, each curve and bend highlighted. And fuck, the way the elastic band pinches your thighs a bit has him salivating.

Vernon bets you’d feel so good under his hands, so soft and smooth and warm, and he can imagine the way your plush flesh would give under his touch, thinks about slipping a finger under the band and pulling, making it snap against your skin, watching your thigh jiggle with the force.

He knows he’ll dream tonight of slowly rolling them down your legs, of rubbing the indent where the band nipped into your flesh, of tracing the lines the seams left in your skin with his tongue.

He wonders if you’d let him, if you’d want him to put his hands on you, slide his palms from your ankles to your knees to your thighs, if you’d let him kiss his way down and slowly guide the socks back up, if you’d let him push your legs apart and fill the space with his head, let him breathe you in and lick you open, let him taste you, let him know you, let him break you.

And fuck, Vernon wishes he wasn’t thinking about you like this, knows he’s lucky you’re nice enough to help him with Bio, knows he can’t afford to fuck this up considering how much help he actually needs, but he can’t stop thinking about your legs in these socks.

He’s pretty sure you don’t even know, too wrapped up in your own studying to notice how his eyes are glued to you, and when you change positions for the 15th time, he has to close his eyes to escape the image of you stretching your legs out straight and pointing your toes.

When he blinks his eyes open again, you’re sitting on your knees, your thighs flattened with the pressure, and now the band is tight on your skin, creating two perfect divots that leave just enough space for his hand.

His gaze is locked on you, his eyes half-lidded and heavy, and he’s trying not to imagine tackling you onto the bed, pulling your little shorts to the side and sliding his fingers between your thighs, when you say his name.

He has to pull his laptop closer to hide the way his cock is starting to press against his jeans, looks up at you with wide eyes and what he hopes is an innocent expression, hoping beyond all hope that you have no idea what’s been running through his mind.

You ask him about lactic acid fermentation, and he digs through his brain to find the answer, feels some tension leave his shoulders when you smile, feels his dick get just a bit harder when you tell him good job, and resigns himself to a very uncomfortable study session.

You’re wearing them again. The thigh highs.

Vernon doesn’t know what to do with himself. It was difficult enough that first time, and now he has to deal with it knowing what he did when he went home, and what he’s been dreaming about ever since.

You readjust on the bed next to him, your thighs spreading as you cross your legs, and the way your flesh dips beneath the band makes his heart race.

Fuck, Vernon wants you. He wants to slide his hands up your legs, pull your shorts to the side and trace his fingers up and down your panties until they grow damp, slip his fingertips underneath and smear your wetness over your slit.

He wants to sink inside your soaking heat, push in until his hips meet yours and stay there, rooted deep inside you until your throbbing walls send him over the edge.

Last night, he’d dreamed about filling you up with his cum, pushing down on your stomach until it flooded out then fucking it back into you with his fingers, and it’s like he can still hear your moans ringing in his ears, still feel your cunt pulsing around him, even as he sits here on your bed.

You’ve never distracted Vernon this badly before and he can barely focus on the textbook in front of him, barely keep his eyes on the words and off your thighs, barely hear anything you’re saying as you explain sodium potassium pumps to him for the third time.

Vernon feels bad, honestly, thinking about you like this when you’re just trying to help him, just trying to make sure he passes biology, but he truly can’t help it.

He’d tried to stay focused when he first got here, but you’d led him to your room, climbed up on your bed, and turned to look at him with those inquisitive eyes, and that was it for him. He was gone before he even opened up his textbook.

Even worse, he thinks you might know.

You’ve been looking at him more, from under your lashes and head on, and Vernon tries not to squirm every time, hopes your eyes don’t stray downward and see the hardness he’s been trying to hide, hopes you don’t see the heated desire in his eyes, hopes you don’t see all the things he wants with you.

It would be one thing if he just wanted to fuck you - embarrassing but something he could overcome. Unfortunately, he wants to date you too.

You’re just so smart, and kind, and pretty, and hot, and you’re so nice to him, so encouraging, always explaining things when he doesn’t get them, trying different methods until he understands.

No one’s ever believed in him like this, or been so careful with him, or tried so hard to help him, but it’s not just that.

There’s something about you, something intriguing, captivating, about you that makes him want to know everything, from what brand shampoo you like to your greatest fears and dreams.

Vernon almost dreads the end of the semester, because it means he won’t have a reason to come over every week and he’ll see you less and less, and eventually you’ll forget about him, forget he ever existed to you, forget he even exists at all.

He feels a hand on his knee, your hand, and it draws him out of his wallowing, reminds him that he is here for a reason other than thinking about you, and he looks up to find you gazing at him with concern.

“You okay, Vernon?” you ask gently, squeezing his knee and leaning in to meet his eyes.

He blinks the blurriness away and nods, forcing a smile before looking back down to his book and trying to decipher the diagram on the page. You don’t look away though, or remove your hand, and he glances back up to find you staring at him pensively.

You keep staring at him, and slide your hand up an inch.

He holds your gaze, and your palm shifts another two inches.

His breath hiccups in his chest when you raise an eyebrow and squeeze at his flesh, and he thinks he knows what you mean but he doesn’t dare hope.

“Are you… what… um, I uh-” Vernon stutters, his eyes wide and his heart pounding.

“Is it the socks?” You ask teasingly, your hand gliding higher on his leg.

Vernon blanches, an embarrassed grimace drawing his lips down as his thigh tenses under your hand, entirely unprepared for whatever you’re about to say.

“I thought you’d like them. I’m glad it worked,” you say with a wicked smile, your eyes flicking down to the tent in his jeans and your hand moving higher.

You thought… he’d like them.

You’re glad it worked.

“You’re glad what worked?” Vernon has never sounded or felt dumber in his life, but he really needs you to spell it out for him before he lets his mind run wild.

“Vernon, you like me, right?” He’s not sure whether to tell the truth or not, but he doesn’t think you’re the kind of person who would get him to confess just so you could turn him down, so he responds apologetically, “So much, I like you so much.”

But you smile, beam really, and say, “I like you too. I thought you liked me but you never made a move, so I tried the socks.”

You like him. You like him. You like him. So you tried the-

“How did you know the socks would work?” He asks, astonishment clear in his voice.

You grin at him indulgently, in an, ‘oh sweetie,’ way, and Vernon’s heart drops into his stomach.

“Vernon, babe, you’ve been pretty obvious about having a thing for my thighs. Why do you think I change how I’m sitting so often?”

...

WHAT.

“I just thought you couldn’t get comfortable!” He hisses, scandalized.

“No, I liked the dreamy look you got whenever I moved,” you laugh, tapping your fingers on his thigh and inching closer.

“So you’ve been… seducing me?”

“Yep!” You grin proudly, squeezing the flesh under your hand, “Is it working?”

“Is it working? Is it working? Look at me!” Vernon gestures downward where his cock strains against the zipper of his jeans, swollen and rock hard.

“Oh trust me, Vernon, I’m looking, just like you have been,” you unfold your legs and shift to sit up on your knees, your legs spread slightly.

He attempts to drag his eyes away from your thighs to meet your gaze, but they keep flickering downward as your legs open wider and wider.

“You can look, you know,” you offer quietly, “and touch.”

Your hand leaves his thigh to take hold of his own, pulling it closer to you slowly and placing his fingertips on your cloth covered knee.

You’re warm, so warm, just like he thought you’d be, and when you release his hand he slides it up up up to rub his thumb over the band at the top of your socks.

He traces the seam where fabric meets skin and exhales slowly, feeling your soft flesh give under his fingers and dipping them beneath the elastic, pulling it away from your leg and letting it snap back gently. Your thigh ripples, just like he envisioned, and he can feel his dick throb in his jeans, droplets of precum leaking from the head and soaking into his boxers. All of the ideas he’d had before come rushing into his mind, and he wonders if you’d be down for any of them. You did say he could touch you so…

“What kind of touching can I do?” He asks tentatively, thumbing the band and resisting the urge to make it snap again.

You smirk and pull his hand higher, until his fingertips brush the hem of your shorts.

“Whatever kind you want, I’ll stop you if I don’t like it.”

That might give him too much freedom, but he’ll try to use it wisely.

Starting with tugging your little shorts to the side and sliding his fingers along the seat of your panties.

They’re wet, fuck, you’re wet, and Vernon groans, sits up on his knees and shuffles closer to you, presses harder and feels your slit parting under his fingertips.

You’re so warm, warmer than he thought you’d be, and so fucking perfect, your lips opening to release soft sighs and your hand rising to cup his neck.

He leans in to kiss you just as his fingertips push at your entrance through the panties, swallowing the moan you let out when you feel his digits sink inside as far as the soaked fabric allows. Responding with a raspy groan, he drags his fingers up the slick cloth and swirls them over where he’s mostly sure your clit is, delighting in the gasp that escapes you.

Vernon cups your pussy with his hand, pressing until he can feel your clit start to throb under the pressure, digging his fingertips into your slit and sinking them into your entrance again.

He rocks his hand against you and you rock with it, moving your hips to his rhythm and moaning into his mouth when he digs his fingertips into your entrance. Sucking your tongue into his mouth, he pushes your panties aside and touches you bare for the first time, whimpering at bit at the molten heat he finds. You’re so much warmer and wetter than he could feel through the fabric and already he knows he’d do anything to feel you like this again.

Vernon wants to make the most of it while he can, so he glides his middle finger over your clit before sinking it inside you, your walls fluttering around the digit and sucking it in deeper.

You buck your hips into his touch, breathe his name, and he’s never heard a sweeter sound in his life, never felt anything as soft as you before, never wanted anything or anyone as much as he wants you right now.

Vernon almost feels wild with it, shuffling closer and raising his other hand to your face, tugging your jaw down with a thumb and slipping his tongue into your mouth, his finger moving faster and harder inside you, slowing down only when you break away to gasp, “Another, Vernon, another, please.”

Nodding, he adds his ring finger on the next stroke, curling them inside you with every thrust, spreading them apart and stretching you open. He fucks you with two fingers until he feels your walls loosen enough to welcome a third, pushes his pointer finger in too and hooks all three into your g-spot, rubbing back and forth and grinning against your lips when your hips jerk into his hand and your cunt tightens around his fingers.

“There?” he asks, curling into the same spot again and again, feeling your wetness start to seep out and drip down his wrist.

“Yes, Vernon, there, yes yes yes,” you moan, your head tilting back, and he leans down to suck kisses into your neck, licking and biting his way down to your collarbones and dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin.

His cock jumps when you clench around his fingers and whimper, “‘m close, Vern, I just- I need-,” the breath stutters in your lungs before you can finish, but Vernon thinks he knows what you meant and rubs your clit with his thumb, experimenting with different patterns and pressure until you yelp and clamp down, your nails digging into the back of his neck.

Vernon’s obsessed with how you sound and how you feel and how you smell, and as you cum, your wetness floods his hand and he wonders how you taste.

He works you through it, keeps his fingers curled inside you and his thumb on your clit until your walls stop squeezing him so damn tight and he can pull them out.

Your thighs are still juddering, the muscles tensing and shifting beneath the elastic band and, fuck, Vernon wants them around his head.

But he also wants them under his hands, and he’s been dreaming of getting you on your back on this mattress since he met you, so he brings his hand out of your panties and sucks your taste off his fingers before pressing his hands to your shoulders and tipping you back.

You go willingly, your eyes half lidded and your lips open as you try to steady your breath, your thighs spreading automatically.

You look so pretty like this, t-shirt hanging off one shoulder and riding up your belly, little lounge shorts skewed, socks pinching your thighs, and Vernon realizes he can touch you like he wanted, like he couldn’t stop picturing last week.

His hands nearly shake as he sets them on your ankles and slowly slides them up the length of your legs, the soft friction of the socks under his palms weirdly pleasing.

Your thighs part wider as his hands rise higher, his fingers digging in so he can feel the give of your flesh under the fabric, one dipping into the elastic band and snapping it against you so he can watch your thigh jiggle again.

You smile knowingly with just a touch of smugness and Vernon blushes, pinches your hip in retribution but grins back and starts working your shorts and underwear down. You lift your hips to help and Vernon gets distracted by the strain of your thigh muscles, but refocuses when your pussy comes into view.

Fuck, you’re drenched, and so fucking pretty, and there’s literally nothing stopping Vernon from diving in like he wants to, so he does.

He sinks to his stomach and tugs your legs over his shoulders, spreads you open with his thumbs, traces them up and down your slit and pinches your clit between them, just a bit, before licking into you.

Tasting you like this is so much better than licking you off his fingers, and he lavs over your clit once, shoving his tongue inside you and nearly whining at the feeling of your pulsating walls on his taste buds. You do whine, and buck your hips into his face, your cotton clad thighs closing over his ears and Vernon loves it, loves being surrounded by you, his hearing muted and his vision blurred, swears and your name the only things occupying his mind.

His dick is throbbing, spitting precum into his boxers, twitching against the fabric, and he grinds his hips into the bed as he holds yours down. You’re starting to tighten and throb and more of your wetness coats his chin, making him groan and grind his hips into the bed.

Vernon knows he could cum like this but he doesn’t care, can’t think about anything other than making you cum again, so he shifts one thumb up to press your clit down and fucks you with his tongue, firming the muscle and sliding it in and out of you until you shatter with a cry of his name.

He almost feels like he’s cumming too, his abs clenching and his dick jumping in time with the contracting of your walls, his brain fuzzy with the taste of you and his hearing muffled by your sock covered thighs. He wouldn’t even care if he didn’t cum today, just getting to do this to you is already the highlight of his year.

You disagree, pulling him up to you by the hair and dragging him into a kiss, sighing at the taste of yourself and trailing your hand down his stomach to land on the waistband of his jeans.

“How do you want me to make you cum?” you pant against his lips, your palm pressing into his hard cock and your legs coming up to wrap around his waist.

“Umm,” Vernon stalls, unsure if he should actually say it or not.

“Don’t be shy, I know you have ideas,” you grin teasingly, slowly unbuttoning his jeans.

He clenches his eyes shut and asks the universe for courage as he breathes out, “I wanna fuck your thighs, please, can I?”

Your hand stills on the zipper and he opens his eyes to find your lashes fluttering and your lips dropping open as you suck in a gasp.

“Do you want me like this or on my stomach?” you whisper, growing smaller before his very eyes.

Vernon’s not sure what made you so shy suddenly but it’s kind of cute, and he whispers back, “Like this,” as he unwinds your legs from his waist and pushes them up until your knees nearly meet your collarbones. He pulls your calves over his shoulders and runs his hands over your sock covered legs, luxuriating in the feel of you under his hands, and pushes his cock between your thighs.

You’re still so wet, but not wet enough, and he doesn’t want to hurt you with the friction. He’s about to ask if you have any lube when you tug your legs down and twist to pull something out of your nightstand. He sees a flash of hot pinks and blacks and purples, his eyes growing wide with the possibilities and his mind spinning until you hold the bottle out to him.

Taking it from you, Vernon coats his cock and sets it aside, pushing your legs to your chest and bracing his palms on the backs of your knees. Your thighs look so delicious like this, and he can’t resist leaning down to nip at the exposed skin before sliding his cock between them.

He can feel the heat of your pussy on the underside of his dick and the drag of the cotton on the top and his eyes shutter closed at the pleasure that immediately washes over him. He forces them open, desperate to see you like this, like he’s imagined and dreamed about, and fuck you’re even better than he could have ever hoped.

You bounce with each thrust, hands twisted in the pillow beneath your head, plush lips still glistening with your own wetness, eyes half lidded and hazy. You’re so perfect, so sweet, so beautiful beneath him, and already he’s close.

He doesn’t want it to end yet, doesn’t want to lose this yet, lose you, but he can’t hold it off, not when the head of his dick bumps against your tummy and smears precum on your skin with every buck of his hips, not when you smirk and start clenching your thigh muscles around him, not when you moan, “Vernon, cum, I want you to cum,” and wiggle a hand down to smooth your fingers over the length of his cock every time it emerges from between your thighs.

It’s all too much, you’re too much, and he can feel his balls drawing up and getting heavier, his dick getting harder and hotter against your skin, and when you whine, “Cum on me, please, Vern,” he breaks.

His vision fuzzes out and his ears start ringing, his mouth open as he moans your name between gasps for breath and buckles over you, effectively folding you in half while his dick spits white hot cum all over your stomach and the tops of your thighs.

Vernon’s sure it’s seeping into your socks, sure it’s dripping down your stomach onto your pussy, and he loves it, he loves it all, heck, he loves you, but that’s not important right now.

What’s important is that he just had the best orgasm of his life with the person he’s had a crush on for months, and he wonders how his life could possibly get any better than this.

Until you use the strength of your thighs to push him away, scooping some of his cum up with two fingers and sliding them into your mouth, humming at the taste before saying, “So, you’re my boyfriend now, right?”

AN: got an ask from an anon hoping that i would continue this so i did! requests are closed for now as i catch up, and for anyone wondering, i don't really work in order of reception. I try but sometimes one thing is easier to write than another so i just go with whatever feels like flowing!

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phantomspiderr · 5 months

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heart beating ~ mike schmidt

a/n ~ brain decided when I was half delirious with sleep it wanted to write this so here we are, first fnaf fic let’s gooo

You wince the second the old, battered door handle squeaks. Hoping so badly that you haven’t disturbed Abby who’s just fallen asleep after a battle to get her in bed in the first place. Or worse you’ve woken Mike who went to bed hours ago, complaining about the pain in his head. You try your best to quietly slip into his bedroom, choosing not to close the door fully as to avoid the noisy handle.

The room is cast in darkness, the only source of light coming from the measly alarm clock on his bedside table. You have to squint your eyes, not that it helps much, as they adjust to the lack of light. Slowly, you shuffle around the room, flinching when you bump into the corner of the bed. You use your fumble to guide you along the bottom of the bed, stripping yourself of your clothes as you go and throwing them in pile to deal with tomorrow. Eventually, your hands connect with some drawers, now in search of pyjamas or at least one of Mike’s tshirts to put on. Every little noise you make seems to be amplified in the silence.

“You could just turn on a light.” Mike’s voice is muffled and hoarse, it’s evident he’s just woke up. You don’t know why but your body tensed the second he spoke, eyes shutting tight and a wave of guilt washes over you.

“Sorry,” it’s the only word that runs through your head but your body relaxes when soft light floods the room. You look at Mike, laid on his back with an arm draped over his eyes. The blankets are bunched around his waist and all you can think about is how you want to crawl into bed with him right now. That tiredness that hadn’t noticed until now seeps into your bones, eyes instantly growing heavy the longer you think about it.

Your hands quickly grab a tshirt from the open drawer, now that you can see. You slip it over your head as you hastily make your way to the bed again, climbing in and immediately laying next to him. You prop yourself up on one of your elbows so you can look down at Mike, a hand gently sinking into his hair. Mike lets out a long sigh as your fingers delicately press into his scalp.

“You okay?” Concern makes its way onto your face, your eyebrows knitting together and head swimming with ways to make him feel better.

“Feel better now you’re here.” Your face instantly relaxes hearing his words and a smile makes its way onto your face when peeks one eye out from under his arm.

“You’re sweet but how do you really feel?” His eyes close again when your fingers press a little harder.

“Tired, just want to sleep.” That’s all it takes for you to reach over him, snuffing out the only light in the room. In tandem you both shuffle around a little, Mike wraps an arm around you and pulls you to his chest and you mould your body to his until you’re comfortable. There’s a few moments of silence, the rhythmic thumping of his heart the only thing you can really hear.

“I can hear your heart beating.” You point out the obvious. Mike lets out a deep breath before replying, “Good. You tell me if it stops okay?”

A quiet giggle escapes you, “okay.”

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slutforaemond · 1 year

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Tutoring Sessions

MODERN!AEMOND X FEM!READER | SMUT

Warning ⚠️: minors dni, sexual scenes, slight bdsm.

A/n : This is the full length smut for two other tutor Aemond drabbles I had written previously. You can read this on its own or you can read those drabbles before reading this. Also, I didn't get to proofread it, so please forgive any mistakes if found.

Link for PART 1 & PART 2.

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Hope you like it ! 💜

Deep breaths.

Take in deep steady breaths.

You kept repeating the instructions in your head as you walked over to your room with him tailing behind.

It had been weeks now since Aemond had started tutoring you; and weeks since you've been feeling the burning heat between your legs.

You prayed to God he wouldn't notice the slight tremble in your legs as you pulled your seat back.

You stood there staring at him as he took his own seat. Your eyes were trained on his every little movement. By now you knew by heart how the first few moments would unfold.

You recited the actions in your mind beforehand as he did his little routine.

First he would pull off the black hair tie off his left wrist with his teeth.

Then he would put his long snow hair back in a careless bun. His arms flexing subtly, as he would take the tie off his mouth to secure the bun.

He would crack his knuckles while stretching, making every vein of his strain on his muscles seductively.

And then finally he would bring out a pen from his pocket and recline in the chair, with his legs spread wide and would look at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for you to show your homework.

"Well? You're gonna sit or what?"

The deep voice snapped you out of your daze and you realised you were gawking at him while still standing behind your chair like a fool.

You felt your face heat up as you scrambled to sit down, mentally cussing yourself for behaving like a clutz.

Aemond shifted his gaze back to the books spread across the table and began to look at your work.

Did he not notice?

You didn't know whether to feel relieved or dissapointed.

After weeks of lusting over your tutor in silence you finally decided to make a bold move.

That day you 'forgot' to wear your bra beneath your cute baby pink t-shirt, which sat tight across chest.

But seeing as how Aemond didn't even spare a glance at your body, you surmised he must've not noticed it yet.

You still had hope to catch his attention though.

You leaned forward, pushing your your tits together, to look at your notebook that he was currently checking.

You deliberately shifted close enough to let your breath fan his arm softly as he checked your work.

You looked back at his face, hard with concentration. The deep rumbles as he hummed to each correct answer, made you feel lightheaded. It was a wonder how you hadn't moaned out loud yet.

Dejectedly you spent the next half an hour working on math problems.

Does he really have no interest in me ?

You thought to yourself.

You decided to try again . Your hand slipped purposefully and dropped the pen you were holding, which rolled right between Aemond's legs.

The fates must've been on your side.

While whispering a soft 'oops sorry' you get down on your knees and lean slowly and deliberately between his legs with extra care to push your shorts clad ass in the air. You didn't dare look at him but you fantasized the kind of expression you would want on him.

Letting a slow sigh you stretched forward to retrieve your pen, but a sharp tug on your hair made you stop.

You felt your head being pulled backwards by a firm but gentle grip.

"Hmm" he said with a soft smirk, eye glittering with amusement. "Now that's enough kitten."

You gulped as you were forced to look up at him, feeling like a child caught in mischief.

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Aemond felt air getting knocked out of his body when the door opened to reveal you.

His eye immediately fixated on your chest. Your tshirt was sitting tight over your perky breasts, with nothing in between the flimsy cloth and your skin.

He never expected such a meek creature as you to make such a move.

He noticed your deep blush and avoiding gaze and chuckled internally.

Teaching you every time was a torture for him. Not that you were a bad student, infact your performance was more than satisfactory.

What drove him mad was how he seemed to be losing his senses whenever he was around you.

Aemond had always led a disciplined life with a strict moral sense. But when it came to you, the dam of discipline he had created to keep his beast self inside, seemed to be at it's bursting point.

He had managed to hold himself back thinking he would let the dam finally burst upon you, but only after your exams, when he wouldn't tutor you anymore. He thought he had been managing well until that day.

The sight of your half exposed asscheeks swaying infront of him; your tied up hair revealing your neck, the jiggle in your tits every time you leaned forward towards him and the sight of the pebbled nipples through your flimsy tshirt drove him absolutely feral.

He could see you were trying hard to catch his eye. Your little pouts of dissapointment at his lack of response made him want to snatch you up on his lap and kiss the life out of you.

But he wouldn't give in that easily.

Or so he thought.

The moment you crouched between his legs, deliberately swaying your ass right up at him, was when he had had enough. There was no way he could hold back after that stunt.

Before he could even gather his thoughts, his hand shot out to grab your hair and pulled it back.

"Now that's enough kitten."

"Tsk tsk tsk" he tutted playfully, still holding your head in place. " You've been very distracted today have you not?"

You just avoided his gaze in response. You felt fear , or was it thrill rushing through your veins?

You had wanted this exactly, had you not? So then why did your mouth go dry at being caught?

"Words." He said sternly.

"Y-yes."

You didn't know. You didn't know whether you were scared or excited. But all you knew was you wanted his skin on yours.

"Hmm." That was all he said. You expected him to tell you off but he just stared at you with an expression you recognised as intense lust. You followed his eye which left burning trails on your body wherever it gazed upon.

He slowly stood up, your head still held captive by him jerked backwards at the movement.

He tugged at your hair, gesturing you to rise and so you did.

Standing so close to him, made you see him in entirely different light. You could see every detail of his handsome face and you could hear him breath.

Wordlessly he made you turn around to face the desk.

You were confused but you let him take the lead.

"Solve."

Wait what? Wasn't this the part where the racy stuff should begin? What did he mean by solve?

You looked back up at him and blinked in utter confusion. He raised his eyebrow by a millimetre, as if to say " You heard me."

"Excuse me?"

" I'm not going to repeat myself." The threat to not try his patience was evident in his voice. You dared not to challenge him, so you turned to the open textbooks with math problems and begrudgingly started to solve them.

Your pen halted as you felt a masculine hand snake up at your waist and other at the small of your back.

You felt him bending your body slowly with grace. Your breath hitched at his hand grazing your half exposed bottom.

"I didn't tell you stop. Continue."

Was he serious? You wondered to yourself. But deciding to not cross him, you tried hard to focus back on the math problem.

Your hands trembled as you felt him feeling up your ass. A sharp gasp escaped you when you felt him pulling your short up, wedging them between your legs. You felt cold air brush against your exposed skin.

You tried to turn your head back to look at him but before you could, his hand shot up to hold your head in place , facing the notebook.

Your thoughts were just a haze at this point. Your laboured breaths were all that could be heard in your room. You pressed your legs together desperately to subside the throbbing of your cunt.

"Wrong." His deep voice announced before you felt a sharp sound of skin slapping on skin, and moment later the pain washed over you like ice cold water. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream as you tried to gasp for the air that escaped you.

Before you could question him about it, another ringing smack on your ass made you cry out loud this time.

A third one. And then a fourth.

You realised you had solved the question wrong.

By then you couldn't even support yourself up, and laid your head down on the desk.

A single tear escaped you. It hurt but with the depraved moans escaping your mouth on each spank, you realised you were loving every second of it.

He stopped after what seemed like eternity. Your ass was raw and burning hot.

You felt him bend himself over you until his face was inches above yours. He swept your hair aside and whispered in your ear, " You knew you needed that didn't you kitten?".

You could only whimper in response, to which he chuckled.

You felt a bit annoyed at his humor, and snapped, or at least tried to be as snappy as someone who just got spanked could be, " It hurts you know? Could've given me a warning."

"Hmm" he said while taking your earlobe between his teeth to nibble sensually.

His hand creeped between your ass to rest at your pussy. "For someone so pissed, this pussy seems to be awfully wet. It'll be dripping down your thighs any moment."

You moaned loudly as his long fingers slipped beneath the bunched up shorts and slid smoothly over your wet folds.

He sucked your earlobe all while playing with your swollen clit.

" You know what?" He finally let go of your ear. "You can't focus on your studies like that. I can see your pretty little head is full of filth. I'll need to fuck it out of you, right kitten?" He purred in a patronizing tone.

" Mm yes." You barely manage to get it out between your moans.

His fingers stopped dead. " Yes what?"

" Y-yes please Sir." You cried out at the lack of pressure on your needy cunt.

Instead of resuming he withdrew completely, but only to pull down your short and panties at one swift move.

You straighten up from the desk , but he quickly pushed you back down.

You thought maybe this was it, maybe he'll put it in now. But no. You peeped behind you to see he had sunk on his knees, with his face placed directly behind your ass.

The cool sensation of his breath hitting the wetness of your pussy made you shiver.

Aemond sat still for a few seconds, admiring the view laid out in front of him. The plump ass was now raw and red , thanks to him. Proud of his work, he started to run his lips along the angry red handprints across you soft skin.

Your hands reached back in embarrassment, to pull him away from burying his face in your ass. Aemond just held both of your wrists in one of his hands and bit your asscheek harshly, as if to give a warning.

He parted your legs with his knee, to get better access. The bundle of shorts that now looked at your ankles, restrained you from opening up anymore.

Aemond didn't waste a second and started to lap up your dripping juices like a hungry dog. His tongue exploring every crevice of your cunt. Just as you felt him play with your swollen bud, you lost it.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and as for your moans, you couldn't believe you were capable of creating sounds such as those.

You face lay flat against the open notebook, as you lost almost all your consciousness.

You came again and again , until you lost count, and just when you were at the brink of passing out he drew back.

If he hadn't been holding you in place , you would have slumped to the ground in a messy puddle of your own.

He turned you in his arms to face him, and the sight made your your whole body go flush. White liquid was glistening on his lips as well as nose; even his chin was a mess covered in your release.

You reached out to wipe it off, but decided better against it. Getting on your tiptoes, you reached up and licked right across his chin, tasting yourself on him.

Aemond smirked at your boldness, and pushed his head forward to gesture you to continue.

Taking encouragement from that you began licking every last drop of liquid from his face.

Deciding you were taking to long, Aemond hungrily took your lips between his and sucked on them hard. The kiss was urgent and a mess of both your overwhelming passion. It felt like a and aggressive fight but with lips. You fought hard but gradually gave out, letting him take the lead.

While still kissing you get sank back in the chair and forced you on your knees between his legs.

He was crouching to kiss you while holding your head with both hands.

He finally let you go; your lips now swollen red.

Just as he withdrew himself from you, you slumped over his lap.

You head laying right in front of his crotch.

Aemond took a moment to realise he was living his fantasy, and it was way better than he ever imagined.

Your messy hair falling across your half closed eyes, red lips ; t-shirt see through with sweat showing your cute tits, plump thighs smushed together. You were a mess and yet to him you looked divine, especially while between his legs.

He gently swiped his thumb across your bottom lip and tucked stray stands of hair behind your ear. Bending down he pressed a soft lasting kiss with utmost gentleness.

You were surprised by the contrast this kiss had with the last one. You looked up at him with a silent plea, to hold you. And he understood.

Strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you up on his lap with ease.

You laid your head on his shoulders to take in his sweaty but masculine scent.

Aemond slid his hand over his crotch to finally free it from restraint. His hard member pressed into your soft supple ass.

He swiped the tip around your skin a few times , loving the way your flesh engulfed him.

Slowly he slid into your still wet pussy. You groaned loudly at the pain that spread in you lower body. Aemond kissed your neck softly on reassurance.

He drew you head back so that you could look him in the eye, and you did. You felt a surge of emotions from him, which you couldn't really describe, but you let those emotions wash all over you.

Biting your lip you adjusted yourself around him , trying to familiarise the pain.

Aemond raised the sweat soaked t-shirt to rest them over your tits. He latched himself on the right nipple as you started to slowly ground your hips to his.

The pain gave way to pleasure, and soon all you wanted was for him to fully fill you up with himself.

You were plopping up and down on his length, as he hungrily sucked your breast.

You felt yourself growing weak as you neared your release, and your pace slowed down.

As if on cue, Aemond's hands snaked around your waist to bring you impossibly close to him as he started to pound upwards inside of you.

His steady pounding made your moans come out in a rhythm. Your head lolled back to the crook of his neck as he increased his pace to a lightning speed.

You felt a loud ringing in your ears as you felt yourself shake in his arms while cumming all over him and his pants.

Even after that Aemond kept his pace and fucked you with all his might till he successfully chased his own release.

Both of you laid on the same position for the few minutes, heaving heavily.

In your state of half sleep you felt him kiss your forehead as he laid you on your bed.

Before leaving he whispered into your ear, "We'll continue our lesson tomorrow, okay kitten?"

All you could do was let out a soft hmm in response.

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adiosmotherfck · 1 year

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hi bae could you maybe do one where ghost has a hopeless crush on the reader (who may or may not be emotionally constipated) id be in your debt

Find my comfort in you

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader

cw: blood, gore, injury, violence, typical COD violence, needles

word count: 3,4k

situation: He hopelessly fell, but you weren't that easy to read, leaving him thinking and wondering, until one partly successful mission changes everything between you two

A/N: sorry for the long wait, author was.. inspirationally constipated. i tried to portray the emotional condition of the reader to the best of my abilities and i'm very sorry if it's not accurate!

You were a soldier and you preferred work over rest. Work kept you in tact, it kept your worries away and your thoughts focused on what you are doing rather than overthinking past details and something you'd rather not remember.

You were a Sergeant working in Task Force 141 together with Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. You were always called the most hardworking person on the team and Soap jokingly called you Price 2.0 because of how much you focused on work and keeping everything under control.

But one day everything went out of control and even you didn't predict that and so you weren't prepared for the enemy to gather such an advanced technology. The mission went downhill from the beginning, you had troubles getting inside the building to cut off the electricity and let others in for a successful raid.

That's why right now you as you just got back from the mission, you threw your gear on the bed and tugged off the soaked shirt you were wearing, you knew you had to wait with the shower for now. Putting on your old tshirt you sat down on the floor not wanting to make your bed even more dirty than your gear will already do.

You finally switched your attention to your leg, you had to swap the straps that were holding your gun from your right side to your left, to hide the cut on the fabric that you've gotten when one of the enemy soldiers waited for you at the corner and used his knife, trying to eliminate you. You were more skilled in combat than him, so you managed to react and disarm him, eliminating the threat, but he had the element of surprise so he succeeded in slicing your thigh on the side, leaving a big bleeding cut.

You swapped the straps to hold the fabric of the pants together, thankfully they were dark cargo pants that hid the blood perfectly. None of your teammates noticed that and you didn't show them or informed them of your injury, why would you? You could hold on to the end and now when you were alone, you'd take care of it.

You lost quite an amount of blood, your head getting a little lightheaded and your shot's getting sloppier, but in a such wind of gunfire no one would notice that even if it was pointed out. You've held on to the end, you succeeded in the mission, you've gotten the job done, but now it was time to leave the focus on work and give some attention to your cut leg.

You took off the straps that held your gun, your fingers immediately getting dirty in your blood. You didn't notice because of the pants, but the blood soaked them through and was now dirtying the floor around you. The fabric of the pants was soaked and you didn't even want to imagine how much blood you lost and were still losing. The straps did their job also as a pressure on the cut, keeping it a little more tight, but now it was coming all out with full force.

To anyone who would've seen you right now, it would look like a scene from a horror movie coming alive, blood smeared around and pooling around your leg.

You took your cut leg out of the pants, looking over the cut and coming to a conclusion that it would need stitches and as soon as possible. You kept your attention on the work you had to do, to not acknowledge how lightheaded you felt or how your hands were starting to tremble.

You reached the first aid kit that you got from your bathroom, and opened it to find everything you need to stitch your leg. It wasn't the first time you stitched yourself up, but it was the first time when you've lost this much blood.

You took the clean cloth and the disinfectant out of the box, and almost already poured it on your cut, but the sight of it made you stop last second. You've put the tools down and grabbed your belt that was hanging undone in your pants, a leather belt is the best friend for someone who is about to be in pain.

You folded it twice and put it between your teeth. You've experienced different types of pain but you've never gotten quite used to it, so to not leave yourself teethless, you had to take additional precautions.

You kept the belt tightly in between your teeth, taking the cloth and the disinfectant to start patching up your leg that already made quite a pool around you on the floor, but before you've managed to pour the liquid on your leg you've heard a firm knock on the door.

Not knowing to groan or send the belt flying into the door with the intention to kill whoever was there for interrupting you, you glanced at the door and before making the decision the door slowly opened.

You saw Ghost standing in the doorway, with his hand on the knob and the second on the doorframe but before he managed to say your name or what he came there for, his eyes slid to the scene around you. It took you by surprise to see his eyes slightly widen and his gaze change in a split second. He looked over the pool of blood and you with the belt in your teeth, with your cut and bleeding leg.

He came there because out of everyone he noticed that something was wrong with you in the second part of the mission. He noticed the sloppiness of your shots, the slight limp you hid so greatly from everyone but not his thoughtful gaze.

"Jesus Christ." you heard him mutter in a mixed tone as he stood in the doorway staring at you and processing the situation. After a few moments of silence he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He stepped up closer to you and slowly sank to his knees at your side. He didn't care about blood staining the fabric of his pants, or that someone can catch him in your room, he cared about you and that you were currently bleeding and were bleeding for quite a long time.

He took the cloth and disinfectant from your hands, giving you a glance, silently asking if you are okay with him taking over. You gave him a slight nod keeping the belt in your teeth, throwing your head back and closing your eyes in waiting of what to come.

You heard him exhale and then you felt the stinging pain in your cut and he was carefully disinfecting it. Your teeth gritted and bit into the belt that you were sure it was going to leave marks on it. The pain didn't get better as he continued to clean it so you don't get any infection from it.

On one side he hated himself for coming there, he hated seeing you in pain and even more to be the reason of that pain, even if he is doing it for the good reason. On the other side, he was glad he decided to check up on you. On his way to your room he made a decision to keep it all entirely professional, addressing you as a Sergeant and asking if everything went well with the mission on your side, asking you for a 'personal' debrief, but when he saw you sitting on the floor in a pool of blood, all the thoughts and decisions went out of his head.

He cared about you more than you knew, it wasn't just a Lieutenant's professional worry over his teammate and a soldier of his team. The man felt something towards you, something he wasn't used to feeling towards anyone. At first, it confused him, made him question himself but as the time passed he got used to it, he understood what it was and hated it just as much as he loved it.

He watched you, during debriefs, meetings, missions, he always kept an eye on you. He had mixed feelings and thoughts about what you might be feeling about him and what could you possibly say if the truth was ever to come out. He observed you enough to know that you keep your feelings and emotions to yourself. It was easy to anger you, but apart from that you kept everything under control. Soap called you Price 2.0 but he didn't agree, if anything you were more like him, like Ghost.

He never heard you laugh, you rarely smiled, at least genuinely. He didn't know if you preferred or just felt like that, but you were always neutral and collected. He noticed the slight bouncing of your leg under the table at meetings, especially when the mission was heavier and more complicated than usual. He noticed how you clenched your fist when something was genuinely unnerving. You never showed anything more than that, and he was waiting for the unavoidable that would happen one day.

The pain settled down a little and you looked back at your leg, and to see Simon taking the needle from the kit.

"This will need stitches, y'know?" he half whispered, keeping his focus on preparing the needle and everything he needs to stitch your cut.

You found strength in yourself only for a short nod, he gave you a mixed look and you swore you noticed a slight shake of his head. The belt wasn't necessary anymore, but you didn't care, your head was starting to spin and you needed something to keep you grounded. The pain was just adding to the uncomfortable feeling so you focused on your belt and your teeth biting it.

He finally leaned over to your leg, putting a hand on your thigh, you felt the shivers run on your skin but currently couldn't bring yourself to care if he saw that or not, even if he asked you'd say that you were just cold. Which wasn't completely a lie, the freezing sensations running under your skin from the blood loss.

He started stitching up the cut, careful stitches down the length of it. His hand was holding your thigh in place, but his touch wasn't rough or firm, he didn't want to cause you any more pain that you already went through, he wanted to be done with this as soon as possible but he also didn't want to butcher you up and leave an ugly scar on you.

When he was done, he put the tools on the bloody cloth, to throw them out later, sitting down on the floor near you, looking at you face. By the time he was done, you were laying down on the floor on your back, with your eyes closed and involuntarily still firmly biting down on the belt.

"Hey, easy there." he said, as he lightly tugged on the belt, his voice raspy but lacking it's usual coldness and sternness. You opened your eyes and instantly regretted it, the ceiling spinning in different directions making you close your eyes again and rub a hand on them. You let the belt go, Simon taking it from your mouth and putting it down on the floor somewhere to not get it bloody.

You knew you had to thank him and let him know you appreciate his help, but you were losing your grounds even while laying down and thinking was too hard in the moment to form sentences.

He caught on that, he saw your struggle and with another exhale stood up, taking your gear from your bed and setting it down on your table, opening the covers on the bed and then doing something that left you surprised.

He gently put his hands under you, swiftly picking you up in his arms, with your head resting on his chest, and he brought you to the bed and gently placed you on it. You opened your eyes to see him watch you, concern flickering in his eyes.

"Thank you, but I need a shower first, can't be in bed like that." you said, looking down at your bloody leg and still being sweaty from the mission you just came back from.

"Not a chance you are going showering in your state." he answered simply, sitting down in the chair he pulled from the desk, next to your bed.

"What happened, Y/N?" he asked after a few minutes of silence, as you were processing his previous words.

"Nothing. It's work and that happens, I will be fine." you said closing your eyes again.

"Don't make me use my position to order you to speak." he said, his eyes flickering back to your cut that was now stitched up.

"Attacked from around the corner, he didn't have his riffle so used the knife. The one that is currently in the side of his throat." you said, not having strength or will to argue with him or make him order you.

"Why didn't you report?" he tilted his head gesturing at the stitched cut.

"Medics had enough work on their hands." You said simply as you looked at him and how he shook his head at your words.

"Bullshit."

You sighed not knowing what to tell him or how to act now, you two just looked at each other, him sitting in the chair on the side and you laying in bed.

"Why did you come in the first place?" You asked, remembering that he came there not to stitch you up, and still hasn't said a word about his initial reasons of the visit.

Your question was met with silence as he processed what to tell you, he didn't want to admit the real reason to you, he didn't know how to approach that topic and if he should approach it at all, but then the words came out themselves.

"You missed 40% of the shots you took after you reappeared. You were limping and your gun suddenly changed places. I wondered why." he said, stating it as a simple thing when in reality it was far from that.

"You watched me?" a question slipped past your lips before you even managed to process it.

"I did." was all he said to that, meeting your look.

You didn't look away, your states fixed on each other. How much you'd like to tug off his mask and see his face and understand what he feels right now. You never were good at reading people's emotions, especially when only their eyes are visible to you, so millions of questions were flooding your head.

"Right, Lieutenant watching over his Sergeant." you exhaled finally turning your head away, glancing at the other side of the bed.

You weren't ready for the moment of his fingers gently pressing on your chin to make you look back at him. You swallowed, not knowing what to make out of this situation, what does he want?

"There's.. more than that to it. I care about you Y/N, more than just a Lieutenant." he said, his fingers still holding your chin making you face him.

You didn't know what happened or what suddenly took over you, but you felt your eyes stinging, feeling that tears were somewhere on their way to your eyes. You had to stop this before the emotions would take over you. You would cry without feeling a reason to be sad or upset. It would piss you off because you hated crying, and it was a road downhill with anger at yourself making you cry even more.

You put a hand on his wrist and gave him a small fake smile "Thank you, Ghost. I appreciate the help, but I need to rest. I will see you tomorrow at the meeting." you said keeping your face straight and fighting the tears inside you.

He took it as an answer to his previous words, you made your way out with the easiest words, you didn't tell him that he was a creep for that or that it wasn't straight up mutual, you just told him you need rest and pointed him at the door with words.

He freed your chin and stood, giving you a nod and moving to the door, giving you one last look "You know where to find me if you need something." was all he said before he left the room.

You sighed and rolled over to your side throwing the covers over you, to keep yourself warm. The thoughts were spinning in your head making your head spin some more.

"I care about you, Y/N. More than just a Lieutenant."

His words playing in your head over and over, as you finally let yourself loosen and melt into the covers. You felt a warm tear run down your nose and your cheek, dripping onto the pillow. One, two, three, moments passed and you didn't even notice the flow of tears.

You cried silently into your pillow, letting everything building up in there free. You held another pillow in your hands, hugging it tightly to your chest. You closed your eyes to at least not see the wet spot on the pillow that made you ever angrier at yourself for crying.

You didn't remember the last time you cried and now it felt like everything since that last time was building up in you and finally found it's way free.

You lightly shook as you cried and gripped the pillow tighter to yourself, letting the tears and quiet sobs flow out of you. As you gripped the pillow, you to your own surprise caught yourself on the thought of how much you wish it was someone else and not a simple cold pillow giving you comfort right now.

Before you processed the thought and managed to make a good decision on it, you threw the covers off yourself and stood up, putting perhaps a little too much pressure on your leg and hissing from the pain of the cut.

You didn't care about anything, even putting the pants as the tshirt covered everything that you didn't want to be seen by others. You left your room, limping on your stitched up leg as you made the way down the hall and to the room behind the doors of which was the person you craved the comfort of.

You knocked on the door lightly, perhaps too lightly but you didn't catch that, covering your mouth to silence your sob. No one answered so after a few moments you decided that it was pointless, he wasn't there or he just didn't want to be bothered, especially not by you after you sent him out of your room.

But before you managed to walk away, the door opened and you saw Simon standing in the doorway, in already new pants, changing the ones that were stained in your blood.

Neither of you had to say a word, he opened the door wider inviting you in. Suddenly you felt silly, coming there, what were you going to say now? What are you supposed to do? He would definitely want an explanation on what is happening and why are you there looking like that.

But he didn't, he put a hand on your shoulder, leading you to the bed and pulling off the covers to let you lay down. You did so with a little hesitation, and looked up at him as he put the covers on top of you.

"Can you.. with me." you muttered swallowing a sob, as tears stained your cheeks, fresh ones running down your face.

He didn't question you, but waited a few moments to see if you were serious and alright with that, but seeing you didn't change your mind, he slowly slid under the covers, keeping a little distance between the two of you to not overstep any boundaries.

You moved closer to him, throwing an arm around his waist and hiding your face in his chest. He didn't expect that at first, processing what is happening but then slowly throwing an arm around you, and keeping his hand on your back, slowly moving it up and down, giving you the comfort you so much needed.

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