#so after a little laugh we had he looks at me lovingly ;; a little mischievously
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your boyfriend has been telling you he wants to bring someone else into the bedroom for a while. the thought only started to sound good when a certain boyfriend's best friend posts gym pictures on insta.
pairing: sung hanbin x fem!reader x seok matthew
genre: established relationship (hanbin x fem!reader) , smut MDNI!
smut warnings: cuckold, thigh riding, blowjobs, penetrative sex, dirty talk, usage of the words "princess", "baby", unprotected sex, creampie
wordcount: 4.4k
a/n: happy happy birthday @cheolism!!!!! see, i told you i would whip something up!! you probably didn't believe me, did you? ha! got you there. anyway. happiest birthday, my dear! i hope you enjoy this little piece of filth i made in your honour. one turns 22 only once you know!! in german we say: Schnappszahl! i love you loads, babes, have a wonderful day <3 (ps. it's been your birthday in germany for one hour already so theoretically i am not posting early!!)
“When did Matthew start working out like this?”
You’re laying on your stomach on Hanbin’s bed, biting down on your thumbnail.
“Like… a month ago? He’s been going to the gym forever, but only recently going every day.”
You nod. Yeah, he definitely looks like he hits the gym every day. Gosh, you still remember him as a small (he’s still relatively small), lanky pre-teen with braces and glasses that were too big for his face. None of that is left. Glasses are ditched unless he’s at home playing video games for no one to see. Braces have been gone a long time, leaving him with two rows of perfectly straight white teeth. And last but not least the lankiness has turned into buffness you couldn’t stop staring at on your phone.
“Why do you ask?” Hanbin now rolls over with his chair, eyebrows raised as he looks at your phone screen. You’re not quick enough to move, leading Hanbin to snicker as he places his legs on top of his bed, arms crossed.
“I can explain,” you say now, sitting up, but your boyfriend just grins at you.
“Can you now, princess?” He tilts his head and you bite your lip, suddenly forgetting all the explanations you could possibly come up with. You know your boyfriend - he isn’t the jealous type. If anything… he is the opposite. How many nights had he whispered into your ear that he would love to watch you get fucked by someone else, how he got hard just imagining you on someone else’s cock. All you had done when he said that was turn bright red and let him fuck you senseless after - with his own cock, not anyone else’s.
And now, here you are. Looking at pictures of his best friend (really? out of everyone it had to be Hanbin’s best fucking friend?!) with Hanbin’s eyes sparkling mischievously. It’s obvious what he’s thinking. You clear your throat.
“I don’t- I don’t think you want him to get involved, do you?” You ask carefully and Hanbin leans forward now, smiling.
“Why not? Because he’s been my best friend for years?” He wants to know. When you nod, Hanbin climbs onto the bed, catching you off guard when he wraps his arms around you and brings his lips to your forehead, kissing it softly before looking down at you with yet another one of his beautiful smiles.
“I don’t think there is anyone I’d rather see you getting fucked by, my love.” He says it in such a soft and innocent tone, you can’t help but laugh, burying your head in his chest.
“You’re horrible,” you mumble and Hanbin laughs, bringing one of his hands to the back of your head, patting it lovingly.
“I love you, you know that right? And if you’re really interested in Matt… I am sure I could arrange something.”
The thing is: you say no. Because why would you want to sleep with someone else when you have your perfect boyfriend right there? Your perfect boyfriend that has always cared more about your pleasure than his? That has made you cum more times than you can count? That perfect boyfriend that has never once let you down.
You’re in the cafeteria with your bottle of water and a tray full of food but you can’t eat. Your leg is bouncing up and down and your eyes are focused on one of the trash cans at the far end of the room. Not because they are particularly interesting, but because Matthew sat down just a few tables further from you in nothing but a flimsy muscle shirt and ripped jeans and you really, really can’t look at him. So, the trash can it is.
“Did you see a ghost?” Hao is suddenly next to you, making you flinch and almost knock over the bottle of water.
“Jesus Christ, Hao, next time whistle or something,” you say, frowning at your friend who just shrugs and instead begins eating his food.
“You didn’t answer my question. Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost? Is the cafeteria poltergeist back?”
“What? No. No, I am fine. Totally fine. No ghosts.” You clear your throat and catch yourself sneaking a glance at Matthew after all, regretting it immediately. Because why is he flexing right then and there, laughing his cute laugh after when Gyuvin throws a napkin at him. This is torture.
“Ah, right. Matthew,” Hao nods and your head swirls around, eyes wide.
“Matthew, what?” You ask even though you already know. God fucking dammit Sung Hanbin!
“Bin told me,” Hao confirms and you roll your eyes with a groan, “even though I was kind of offended you didn’t want me to be the first to join you two in the bedroom, Y/N.”
“If I were to ever let that happen I’d be single and you and Hanbin happily married with seven children in no time,” you mumble and Hao chuckles, shaking his head and pulling a hand through his hair.
“At least you’re aware I’m actually his favorite,” he hums at you and the desire to copy Gyuvin and throw a napkin at your friend is extremely tempting.
“Whatever.” You try to focus back on your food, but your stomach is rumbling and your brain is somewhere totally different, meaning hunger was the last thing on your mind - at least hunger for actual food.
Hao snickers and watches you, a piece of meat landing on his tongue.
“I think you should do it, Y/N. Hanbin has been dreaming of this moment. Honestly, no idea what he finds so appealing about watching his girlfriend getting fucked by another man, but believe me, you’d make him the happiest man on this earth if you were to bring Matthew into your bedroom.”
The words do more than either of you probably thought. They continue to linger in your mind even hours after Hao had said them, you now being in your dorm with your pen stuck between your teeth, eyes unfocused on the words you’ve been trying to read.
Bring Matthew into your bedroom. Have him be a part of your sex life with Hanbin. Make Hanbin the happiest man on this earth.
It’s official: You’d be lying if you said the whole thing didn’t turn you on. Imagining Hanbin sitting on the little armchair in his apartment with his cock in his hands as you sat on Matthews stiff length, his strong arms wrapped around you as he thrusted up into your needy pussy…
The pen falls down and you are back in reality, flinching and shaking your head. This is crazy. You couldn’t possibly… a groan escapes you and you let your head fall on top of your desk, slamming your forehead against it a few times, before sitting back up and leaning against your chair, letting your thoughts roam free. Hanbin had literally asked you about this several times. He wanted to bring someone else into the bedroom and he even said that he wouldn’t mind it being Matthew. So, what was stopping you?
“Fucking hell,” you curse as you pull both hands through your hair and get up, opening the door of your room to walk into the living space, where you are met with none other than Hanbin walking in… Matthew right behind him. You freeze mid step.
“Hi, I called you, but you didn’t pick up, I hope it’s okay I brought Matt over, we were at the gym and the showers are broken and, well, your apartment is closer.”
Yes, you can clearly see where those two have been. They are sweaty, hair slightly wet, muscle shirts clinging onto their chests. The tattoo on Matthew’s biceps pops out deliciously when he raises his arm to wave at you. Your eyes wander to your boyfriend, a knowing glint in his eyes.
“That’s okay,” you croak out, looking back at Matthew and somehow you just cannot stop yourself from checking him out unapologetically. His defined arms, the defined chest, the sweatpants on his strong legs. Your tongue slips out of your mouth and runs over your dried up bottom lip and Matthew can’t help but stare at you, feeling his cheeks heat up at the way you’re looking at him.
He remembers Hanbin’s words and feels his knees go weak.
“She definitely wants you to fuck her, Matt. She just needs a little… nudge.”
Never had he ever thought his best friend’s girlfriend would ever want him to… do that. He swallows down whatever lump has formed in his throat and looks at Hanbin, unsure. Hanbin, who now walks over to you, his hand softly grabbing your chin, moving your head to look at him.
“I think I should hit the shower first, be a good girl and show Matthew the rest of the apartment, hm?” He kisses your lips softly after that, well aware of what his words just caused. Your eyes flicker up to him, wide and unsure and when he winks at you, squeezing your hand as he slowly makes his way to the door leading into the bathroom, you know that all you can do now is follow your gut.
There is a certain kind of silence between Matthew and you once the door shuts behind Hanbin, a silence filled with tension so thick it takes your breath away. You watch as Matthew slowly drops his bag onto the floor, his shoes vacant next to it. His legs carry him over to you and with every step he takes, your heart picks up speed while the heat between your legs begins to feel almost unbearable. His eyes say much more than words ever could and when he comes to a stop, he lets them linger on your lips long enough for you to almost lose your mind.
“So, what’s behind this door?” He asks, nodding in the direction of the bedroom door. The heat is about to make you pass out.
“B-bedroom,” you stutter back. Matthew grins.
“Well, what did Hanbin hyung say? Be a good girl and show me.”
Oh. Oh. A Wave of desire washes over you as you nod, your hand shaking when you push the door open, following Matthew’s hand movement and walking inside, his body right behind yours. He doesn’t close the door behind him, instead he settles on walking through the room, looking around. You try to steady your breathing, failing miserably.
“It’s a nice bedroom,” he says, nodding to himself, “I like the pictures on your wall. Did you take them?”
When you nod, he smiles at you, obviously impressed.
“You’ve got a good eye.”
As much as you appreciate the compliment - you can’t really focus on anything else but the way he looks in the dim light coming through the window. His arms, his slowly heaving chest. Your eyes roam over his body and you feel hot all over, wondering what it would feel like to touch him, to feel his muscles tighten around you.
He notices, of course he does. It’s not hard to miss - the way you eye him up and down, the way your eyes linger a little too long on his chest, his arms. He feels his blood rush down, feels his dick getting hard at the mere idea of you checking him out, wanting him.
“Maybe,” you begin, not sure where the confidence to speak is coming from but you accept it with open arms, “maybe you should change out of your sweaty clothes.”
His eyebrows shoot up for just a second before they settle back down. He can’t stop the smug smile creeping on his lips, not taking his eyes off you when he starts moving.
“Yeah? Hm, I think you might be right.” His voice is deep and dripping in cockyness that has your pussy clenching. To make matters worse, he comes to a stop in front of you and immediately moves his hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head the next second to reveal a perfectly sculpted torso - abs and chest and collarbones that make your fingers itch to touch them.
“Fuck,” you breathe out, stepping closer to him with your hands stretched out, hands that he now grabs with his, pulling you right into him. While he should smell bad, courtesy of working out, he doesn’t. He looks sweaty, he is sweaty, but he smells heavenly. His cologne mixed with his own scent, musky and sweet at the same time, it lingers in your nose, gets your knees weak and Matt has to wrap an arm around your waist to stop you from actually falling to your knees. The smug smile seems to get even more smug. His eyes are on yours and his arm around you seems to squeeze every ounce of self respect you have left right out of you.
“Careful, darling.” His voice is merely a whisper. His breath hits your face and you can’t stop the whimper escaping your lips now even if you tried. That does it for him. He forgets all about his worries and crashes his lips onto yours, free hand now cupping your cheek, meaning both of your hands were free to find their own place to settle on.
First, you let your right hand feel up his biceps, a moan slipping between your lips when he flexes his arm underneath your grip. The other hand is on his chest, nails digging into his warm skin, causing him to hiss. His teeth sink into your bottom lip and you feel like you could come undone on the spot.
Matthew deepens the kiss, tongue now inside your mouth, wet and hot and perfect and you let both arms wrap around his neck now, his strong arm carrying you over to the bed, where he puts you down, his body now on yours, one of his thighs slipping between yours - giving you the friction you so desperately needed. His lips move fast and rough and you feel like your whole body is on fire when you begin to move your core against his thick thigh, embarrassingly already feeling a climax approaching.
“God, you’re so pretty,” his breathy voice against your ear gets you even closer to the edge. You bite down on your lip, arching your back against him and he begins to kiss your neck, kiss it, lick it, bite down on your sensitive skin, one hand now under your shirt, grabbing your braless tits and squeezing them hard.
“Fuck, Matthew-,” you cry out, nails back to digging into his skin, this time his shoulders. Your hips move uncontrollably against his hard thigh, his tongue now wandering down and finally flicking against your nipple after shoving your top up far enough. Everything inside of you is burning by now. Your clothes feel too hot and you sit up for a second to get rid of your shirt, the wild look in Matthew’s eyes as he watches you is intoxicating. You are quick to wrap your arms around him again when your upper body is freed and he is quick to kiss you again, just as rough as before.
In no time you feel your first orgasm rush over you, a series of whimpers and moans landing in his mouth, against his lips, down his throat as he swallows them.
“Yeah, baby, so pretty when you cum for me, fucking hell, I bet you’re so fucking wet.”
The orgasm is mindblowing. It’s hot and feels forbidden even though you know it’s not. You know Hanbin is probably standing under the stream of water having to restrict himself from touching his cock, from getting off to the thought of you and Matthew alone in your bedroom. There is no time for you to come down from your high, not with Matthew parting from you only to shove you further up the bed with your newest obsession in the form of his arms. Your mouth waters and your eyes widen when you see the clear outline of his arousal between his legs and you can’t stop yourself from sitting back up.
“Can I suck you off?” You ask him.
He groans and nods, pulling his sweatpants down, leaving almost nothing to imagination anymore. His gray briefs are tight around his cock, a cock you can’t wait to taste on your lips and feel its weight on your tongue. You get on all fours, looking up at him and seeing his eyebrow twitch, a smile on your lips when you finally reach him, fingers in the waistband of his underwear, dragging it down his legs next, his thick cock springing free and smacking against his stomach, leaving a small stain right there on his skin. Moving forward, you grab his cock and lick over his stomach, the stain gone in no time, Matthew’s eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.
“Fuck.” He breathes out, one hand now on the back of your head, watching you as you begin to pump his cock with one hand, the other helping you keep steady on the mattress. You eye his cock, tongue soon licking his tip clean and Matthew is sure he is about to pass out. His hips buck and you giggle, opening your mouth fully for him to slip inside, easily taking him down your throat, Matthew’s composure about to break. His hand fists your hair, head thrown back as he continues to fuck your mouth. Spit is dripping down onto the bed, spit mixed with his pre and you press your tongue against his shaft, letting him use your throat as much as he likes.
“So, so good for me, baby, taking me so well, fuck.”
His raspy voice has your eyes rolling back and your core starting to throb again. It won’t be long until you need a cock stuffing you full.
“I see you are already acquainted with my princess’ ability to take a cock down her throat no problem.”
Hanbin entered the room with neither of you taking notice. Your heart does a flip, eyes opening and flicking over to your beautiful boyfriend who stands in the door frame, nothing but a towel around his slim body, the tattoo right underneath his neck as well as his v-line on full display for you to drool on Matt’s cock over. Your boyfriend comes closer to you now, Matthew not even taking real notice, too far into his desire. Hanbin stops next to Matthew, smiling to himself as he watches his most beloved girlfriend getting throat fucked by his best friend. The towel does little to hide how much he enjoys the view.
“My perfect girl, I bet you’re so wet, aren’t you?” He pats your cheek softly, eyes warm but sharp. You want to tell him to get behind you, to fuck you as Matthew fucks your mouth, but you know that’s not what he wants.
“Matt, I think it’s time for you to give our little baby here what she needs.” Shit. You moan around Matt’s cock, dizzy from the way Hanbin seems to lose himself in authority in the best way. He’s confident and secure and you don’t think he’s ever been sexier to you. Finally, Matt lets his cock drop from your lips and you wipe over your mouth with the back of your hand, looking from Matt to Hanbin.
“You did so well, baby, ‘am so proud of you.” Hanbin leans forward, kissing your lips and then your cheeks and finally your forehead before looking back at Matthew and giving him the go with a nod.
A few seconds later you’re on your back, Matthew’s cock deep inside you, wrapped in a condom Hanbin had handed him (“The only one cumming inside her is me, sorry bud,” he had said and Matthew had only nodded, too horny to even really care), fucking into you like a madman. Your back was arched and your fingers were wrapped around his biceps that were all nice and hard as he held himself up above you, his hips working at godspeed.
Watching all of this from your desk chair, Hanbin had discarded the towel on the floor, his hand around his leaking cock, watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend just the way she liked it. His eyes are glued to your face, the way it is contoured in nothing but pleasure - your eyes closed shut and your mouth dropped open, the sounds coming out of it more than just music to his ears. You sound like heaven to him - like something no one could ever compare to. He licks over his lips, stroking his cock a little quicker as he lets his eyes roam over the rest of you; your tits as they bounce up and down, your legs crossed around Matthew’s waist. Everything about you is perfect and he can’t believe he got to finally see your pleasure from this point of view.
“G-gonna cum, fuck, sh-shit,” Matthew feels himself tumbling over the edge, his head dipping down to kiss your neck and lick up to your lips, pulling you into a kiss that takes your already harbored breath away. He moves faster, with less control and finally, when he feels you clench around his cock over and over - hot cum shoots out of his exhausted cock and into the condom, for a split second wishing there wasn’t one.
He rides out his orgasm, kissing your lips and cheeks and moving down to your neck, your hands in his hair now, enjoying the way he twitches inside of you. When he rolls off your body, he is still trying to catch his breath, even more sweaty than before. With all of the tension and arousal gone, he now starts to feel blood rush to his cheeks, slowly looking over at you only to see you fondly smiling at him.
“Thanks,” you giggle, letting your fingers brush through his wet bangs. He smiles, showing his rows of white teeth.
“Right back at you,” he says, looking at Hanbin then, who has gotten up. He exchanges glances and nods, knowing that this next part is not for his eyes.
“Guess I’ll finally hit the shower then.” Matthew chuckles, getting off the bed and hurrying to the door that he ends up closing this time.
Hanbin is on top of you a second later, his lips devouring yours, hands on your face, cock pressing against the inside of your thigh. You sigh into his mouth, hands on his nape as you kiss him back, butterflies everywhere, your stomach feeling like you’re flying.
“You did so well, baby, made me so happy, so horny, god, I love you,” he kisses you between every word and you giggle, wrapping your legs around him.
“I love you too, need you, too, please fill me up, Hannie.”
He nods, kissing the corner of your mouth before skillfully turning you around, slipping into your pussy through your legs flat on the mattress. Fuck. You love it when he fucks you like this. His mouth is right by your ear, his cock easily slipping into you, the moan he lets out making your pussy flutter.
“So wet baby, did he fuck you well, hm? Liked his cock in your mouth? Your pussy?” He whispers into your ear, his hips beginning to fuck you into the mattress hard. You cry out, hands gripping the bed sheets.
“Y-Yes! Liked it a lot.”
“Hm, bet you did. Bet you would have loved it if I had fucked you when you had his cock in your mouth, isn’t that right, baby?” His hips are so skilled, know exactly how to move to make you lose your mind, forget all your words. So, all you can do is nod your head yes.
Hanbin chuckles, kissing the back of your neck.
“I am so lucky to have you.”
His speed triples after this. He ruts into you like it’s his life goal to have you coming undone on his cock, to have his seed spill into you and claim you as his. Your cries of pleasure make him go even harder, the sound of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy so lewd it has both of your heads spinning. When you feel your second climax approaching, you clench around him, Hanbin biting into your shoulder as he continues his thrusts. Neither of you will hold out any longer and so, when he gives you permission with a sweet kiss and a “cum for me, princess”, you can’t help yourself. Pleasure runs through every inch of your body, pulsating around Hanbin’s cock and taking him over the edge with you.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it, shit,” Hanbin empties inside you, hot cum filling your spent pussy and you cry out his name over and over again, just as he does yours. All through getting down from his high, he showers your back with kisses, hands caressing your sides. When he slips out of you and helps turn you on your back, you feel his release dripping out too and he is quick to stuff it back in with his slim fingers, your pussy clenching as you whimper in overstimulation.
“Bin!” Your hands both move to his wrist, eyes wide and he grins, the wrinkles under his eyes making you all soft inside.
“Sorry, baby. Just making sure what’s yours stays in there.” He kisses the top of your nose and you roll your eyes at him, swatting at his shoulder.
“You’ve got a dirty mouth.”
Your boyfriend just laughs, kissing you lovingly, free hand caressing your cheek.
Someone clearing their throat in the door makes you part again. There stands Matthew, his eyes glued to the both of you with something like uncertainty in his gaze.
“I just- uh, I just wanted to know where, uh, where you kept the towels.”
You can see clearly that he’s been watching you longer than a few seconds. You and Hanbin share a look before you burst out laughing.
“Maybe we should take a shower together. All three of us,” You say, grinning from Hanbin to Matthew. They both are visibly surprised at your proposal, Matthew looking a little unsure when his and Hanbin’s gaze meet.
“Sounds like a wonderful plan to me, sweetheart. I could definitely use another shower after this.” Hanbin grins happily. And Matthew thinks that maybe he could get used to this.
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Sweet Loving
hahah it's okay! here you go <3.
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14 - kisses
18 - heart candies
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“Come on, just one more!”
Harry and Y/N have been standing in the same spot of her living room for the past ten minutes. He’s supposed to go to the store to gather a small list of groceries she needs to make dinner tonight. He has the list in hand and one arm very gently trying to pull the girl’s arm away from around him. He never leaves her without a soft and quick goodbye kiss which is how they ended up here.
He gave her one small kiss and went to the door, but she tugged on his arm and asked for one more. He’s not one to deny such a simple request so he nodded and gave her another, which turned into five more and then five more.
“Love, I’ve been in the same spot forever. You want this dinner, don’t you?” He asks and she immediately frowns.
“I mean yes, but I just love you.” She says and he chuckles in response.
She’s always been such a softie for him, always wanted to make him the happiest and always looks at him with the softest and gooeyist eyes he’s ever seen. He thinks it's always been like this, can’t remember a time where she acted anything differently towards him. He doesn’t mind it at all, he finds it quite endearing if he’s being honest. He likes that she loves him so much and always wants to show him just how much. He loves the kisses as well, it’s one of his favorite things of hers. No matter what’s happening, she’ll never leave him to do anything without kissing him gently on the lips. They’re addicting in a way, his own personal drug and encouragement. He can’t ever get enough of them and honestly, neither can she. Which is why he thinks their relationship works so well.
Y/N huffs and stares at him, a mischievous glint passes through her eyes, but Harry doesn’t pay attention to it. He already figured she’d start trying to plan things when her pouting doesn’t work on him.
“If you don’t love me, just say that.” She says with as serious of a face she can manage, which would almost fool him if he didn’t already see this coming.
“You know I love you, pretty. I’ll love you always even when you’re being a bratty little thing like you are right now. I will give you all the attention you want after I go to the store and get everything you need to make food; we eat and get settled for the night. I know you must be hungry by now.” He says with a smirk on his face, he knows there’s no way she can refuse that offer. She’s never refused it before. He watches as she begins to think it over, except she’s not thinking it over. She’s stalling, trying to keep him here in her arms longer.
A beat passes before she sighs reluctantly, and he just rolls his eyes lovingly. He knows she’s given up, that he’s won and she’s about to pull away.
“How about I go bring you some of those cute little heart candies you like so much as well? S’been a while since we’ve had some.” He says and she immediately perks up, a bright smile seemingly lighting the room before she nods excitedly.
"You would do that? Wait, I mean, are you sure? Isn’t that candy shop across town?” She asks and he just shrugs.
“As long as it makes my girl happy, I don’t mind. You should know this.” He says as he pulls apart from her, placing a kiss on her forehead before heading to the door once again.
“I’ll be back in like fifteen minutes tops. I love you.”
“I love you too. Hurry up, I’m counting the seconds.” He laughs at her dramatics before he closes the door behind him, determined to make it back before she gets done counting those fifteen excruciating minutes.
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Teach Me Tonight - Part 3
[Part 1] [Part 2] Part 3: [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] [Part 8]
Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)
Rating: Explicit (5k)
Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Oral (M and F receiving), Phone sex, Dream sex, P in V sex, a sprinkle of SoftDom!Carmy at Reader's request, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink
Summary: With everything you had heard earlier, it seemed like sex was another facet of his life where he wouldn't let himself just enjoy stuff. "I want to make you feel good too," you insisted.
It was a foggy day, the cold of Chicago promised a quiet afternoon with few customers. Sydney showed up at the store and invited you to family, saying something about a surprise for Carmy. You quickly closed up and followed her back to the restaurant. Most of the staff knew you by now; Tina cupped your face lovingly, Nat hugged you, and Richie showed you to your seat. Everyone was there except Carmy.
"What's going on?" you asked Nat in a whisper.
"He didn't tell you? Of course he didn't tell you," she rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. "It's his birthday," she said simply.
"Oh!"
You felt a weight settle in your stomach. How could you not know? You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hide your nervousness and stopping yourself from crying at the same time.
"Oh, sweetie," Nat put her arm around you. "You shouldn't feel bad about it. He doesn't tell anyone. The only reason I know is because I'm his sister. We don't do presents or candles or sing because of all the- Well, you know," she gestured vaguely. You nodded.
You didn't know the whole story but Carmy had let you know bits and pieces of his unstable childhood and the fraught relationship with his Mom, from way before Mike died.
"But Syd wanted to cook something nice for him and Marcus wanted to test a cake recipe, so," she shrugged. You managed a smile. "He'll be happy to see you," she squeezed you to her side.
"Okay, everyone start eating and act fucking normal," Richie bellowed. "We don't want the birthday boy to feel ambushed or whatever. We're having a nice meal, with our neighbor, and there's a random ass cake here for absolutely no reason, okay?"
"Your ass is random, man!" Marcus replied from the other side of the table, cutting slices of what looked like tres leches cake. Fak chuckled between forkfuls of salad.
Sydney had already started passing plates around, it was lamb and salad and it smelled delicious.
"Thanks for inviting me," you told her once she got to you.
"I mean, you're practically family, right?" she smiled.
By the time Carmy appeared, you were all eating and talking, and he could sneak in and sit by your side almost unnoticed.
"What's all this?" he asked, looking frantically around the room.
"They asked me to come over for family," you smiled innocently. "It's very good," you added pointing at your plate.
"No, I mean-" he hesitated, his eyes kept searching for Nat. She was leaning against the door frame and when she saw Carmy, she put her fingers to the corners of her lips and pushed them up, to shape a smile. 'Be happy, okay?' she mouthed.
Carmy nodded, then looked down, a relieved smirk curving his lips. He tried to relax, leaning back on his seat and placing an arm behind your chair. He took the plate Richie brought him and started eating with gusto.
"So, you know?" he asked after a while.
"No presents, no candles, no singing," you repeated, knowing it would calm his anxiety a little. "I want to make a suggestion though."
Carmy turned his head quickly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you smiled mischievously. "I think this cake should be like a staple at the restaurant. No way I'm waiting for your next birthday to have it again."
Carmy laughed. After his first bite of the cake he had to agree. "That's fire," he hummed.
His face looked bright and lovely. Your hand didn't leave his thigh for the rest of the meal.
You leaned against Carmy's side; he kissed the top of your head and sighed, burying the two of you deeper into the cushions of the sofa. It had been a beautiful day. With his arms around you, you asked him.
"Why don't you like presents on your birthday?"
"Uh- I'm not sure," he replied honestly. His fingers drew pretty shapes on your shoulder. "I guess if you're not expecting anything then you can't be disappointed, right?"
"I get that," you said after a while. "I just think it's a waste that I sell vintage, and you love vintage, and you don't ask for presents, you know?" you added playfully.
He smiled. "I guess. I think I like it better when it's on a random day, for no reason at all."
"Yeah," you nodded. "Can I do something nice for you, though? Just because I want to, not because it's your birthday," you clarified.
He turned to face you. "Uh- Okay."
You disentangled from his embrace and knelt between his legs on the floor . He tilted his head in confusion. You smiled and grabbed a hair tie from your pocket, making a show of putting your hair in a ponytail. Carmy's eyes widened when your hands ran up and down his thighs, slow, sensual motions that sent shivers up his spine.
"You don't have to-" he started protesting.
"I want to," you said.
It had come up a couple of times. You'd offer to reciprocate after he'd eaten you out and he would refuse, saying he would rather be inside you. With everything you had heard earlier, it seemed like sex was another facet of his life where he wouldn't let himself just enjoy stuff.
"I want to make you feel good too," you insisted.
He seemed torn, one of his hands reaching to caress yours.
"You're absolutely free to say no. There's other ways we can have fun but don't say no just because you feel you don't deserve it, Carm. You do. I promise," you said earnestly.
He bent over to kiss you fiercely. "Alright. Yes. Please," he said.
You moved slowly, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers, watching the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing became more erratic. You pulled his trousers down, towards you, and started touching his thighs gently, raking your fingers through the coarse hair that went down his stomach, palming at the growing bulge over his boxers.
"Uh-" Carmy swallowed. "I have never- So if I don't last just-"
"Hey, it's okay," you reassured him. "Listen, if you last five seconds but you enjoy it, then I'm happy."
He laughed at that and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll aim for six then," he quipped.
You removed his boxers carefully, his cock was already hard. He groaned when your breath touched his bare skin. You suspected he was right, he wasn't going to last, so you tried to make it worth his while.
You started by kissing his head, licking the drop of precum in a quick flick of your tongue. It made him shudder with pleasure - and it made you feel powerful, the effect you had on him.
"Let me know if there's something you don't like," you said, your right hand closing loosely around his shaft. He nodded. He was hardly moving and his hands were fisting the cushions of the sofa. "You need to breathe, Carm," you reminded him, your voice had turned husky. You took one of his hands and placed it on your head, his fingers intertwined around your ponytail and you heard him exhale. "Good."
You leaned forward again, kissing around his head, making the kisses open mouthed as you went, letting him get accustomed to the feeling of your lips on him. Your hand started pumping his length, softly, no rhythm to it yet, more a caress than anything.
"You're going to fucking kill me," he rasped, his hand holding tighter to your hair, loosening the ponytail when he massaged your scalp. You moaned against his skin, which made him writhe his hips in return.
You opened your mouth, taking the first couple of inches of him. You couldn't deep throat, but he didn't seem to mind- your hand was pumping and making up for the rest of his length. He moaned and it made your pussy tingle.
"You sound so pretty, Carmy," you praised. He chuckled, out of breath.
You licked the length of his shaft, wetting it enough to help your hand glide easier. You took him again, a little deeper this time, not far enough to make you gag, just enough that he threw his head back in pleasure, the veins of his neck visibly pulsing and his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried in vain to breathe normally. It was all quick gasps and the occasional groan. That was enough teasing, you decided.
You started going back and forth, the rhythm of your mouth echoed with your right hand, the left rested on his knee. He intertwined his fingers with yours, holding tight.
"Please, don't- don't stop," he begged. His face was downwards now, looking you straight in the eye, his pupils were blown and his mouth hung open. "It feels so fucking good. Please, please..."
You sped up, hollowing out your cheeks, moving your left hand so that you were sinking your nails into the muscle of his tattooed forearm. Your underwear was wet with arousal and the sounds he made weren't helping, you pressed your thighs together to get some relief and ended up moaning on his cock.
"Holy fucking shit," he gasped. "I'm sorry, I'm gonna-"
You felt him twitch inside your mouth, every muscle in his body growing tense. He groaned over and over, going quieter each time, letting go completely. Salt covered your tongue in spurts and you did your best to swallow most of it, a little bit of it fell down the corner of your mouth. You slowed down, pumping him until he pulled you off his softening cock, mumbling something about "so good" and "too much". His hand let go of your hair and cupped your face, his eyes were glazed over and blissed out, a loving look to his sweaty face.
"So fucking good," he managed to say in an exhale. His thumb cleaned the drop of cum off your chin - so carefully, so gently that it warmed your insides. "You're beautiful."
You laughed in disbelief but then you remembered how gorgeous he looked when he emerged from in between your thighs, half of his face completely wet, a turned on blush on his cheeks...
He pulled you up on his lap and kissed you senseless, his tongue caressing your tired lips, humming contentedly into you. You were both a mess: him naked from the waist down, you with your hair completely undone and your underwear soaked.
"Best birthday I've ever had," he said against your lips, his forehead to yours. "Thank you."
You smiled. "You're welcome. Happy birthday, Carmy."
~
You had slowly gotten used to sleeping in a bed that smelled like Carmy. Whether it was at your place or his, even if the sheets on his side were cold they still had a hint of salt, smoke, and his expensive aftershave.
"Get a fucking grip," you reprimanded yourself in a low voice.
Call me when you get home?
You sent the text before you could chicken out. He wouldn't leave the restaurant for another hour or so, so you settled on the hotel room bed, the unfamiliar cream colored covers suffocating, the sound of a movie on the TV only making you more antsy.
When the phone rang, it was a little before midnight. You were comfortable and warm - and completely awake.
"Hey, you okay?" Carmy's voice sounded raspy on the phone.
"Yeah, everything's fine. I just- I couldn't sleep and-" you chuckled without a hint of humor. It felt silly: it was an overnight trip, you were staying at a nice hotel, and you couldn't sleep because Carmy wasn't there. It was so fucking silly. "Never mind. I'm okay, it's late. I'll see you tomorrow night."
"Hey!" Carmy stopped you from hanging up. "Talk to me. What's up?"
"Fuck," you looked at the ceiling. "I don't know. Nothing bad happened. Actually, the estate sale went great. Uh. This lady had a big collection of dresses, fifties and sixties, beautiful pieces. And shoes! Just tons of them, barely used, Gucci and shit."
"And you got them?" Carmy asked, you could almost hear him frowning.
"Yeah! It's all good stuff and I think it will sell well too."
"That's good," he said, his tone soothing. "So, what's wrong?"
"Uh- I don't know," you repeated. "I came back to the hotel and it was so- just so fucking quiet and it feels wrong, you know?"
Carmy hummed in agreement.
"I get it," he said after a beat. "When I got here, uh, the apartment was very fucking quiet too. Creeped me out a bit."
You sighed. Maybe it wasn't so silly.
"It helps, though," you said after a beat. "Talking with you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," you smiled. "How was your day?"
"It was absolute shit," he replied.
"Too bad I'm not there to fuck about it," you said.
Sometimes, when Carmy's day was too bad to even talk about, you would fuck - hard and fast - and then talk about it. Hence, fuck about it.
Carmy chuckled. "Yeah," you could hear him exhale as he fell heavily on the couch or the bed. "That would actually help a lot."
You bit your lip, feeling your stomach flip a little. "Um, Carm?"
"Mmm?"
"I know you said you hadn't been with anyone before me-" you prompted. "Does that mean you never had phone sex either?"
He coughed loudly on the other side of the line. You pictured him choking on his own cigarette smoke, a deep blush to his cheeks.
"Sorry?" he asked after a moment.
"I mean that we can still fuck about it... If you want," you offered. "You know, you can say what you would like to do to me, or maybe tell me what I should do... That sort of thing."
"Uh," he hesitated. "I do- I'd like to try but I- I'm not good at playing pretend, you know? Never been, not even as a kid."
"If I do the talking? Would that be better?"
"Maybe?" his voice sounded ragged but not just from coughing.
"I've never, uh, taken the lead before but that would, like, even out the playing field, right?" you reasoned, your heart beating faster.
"What- what would that be like?"
"I could tell you about the nice pajamas I'm wearing," you lowered your voice. "The blue ones?"
"With the shorts and the little bows?" Carmy asked. "You look good in those..."
You opened your legs, your free hand playing with the elastic of your shorts.
"I wish you would take them off for me, Carm. I wish you would touch me like only you know how. I want your fingers inside me," he cleared his throat on the other side of the line. "Would you like to do that?"
"Yes," his voice was breathy, "I would, yes."
"I want you to do something for me, Carmy," you started teasing between your legs over the fabric of your shorts. "Remember when we first fucked? You closed your eyes and touched yourself to get hard again. Can you do that?"
"Yeah. Yeah," you could barely hear his intake of breath and it still made you shiver.
"You looked so fucking hot, I still think about it when I finger myself," you confessed. You could picture him clearly, the veins of his arms and neck bulging, his head thrown back.
"Shit..." he rasped.
"Can you hold the phone close, Carm? I want to hear you while you touch your cock."
"I want to hear you too... Ah, fuck!"
The sound made you curl your toes with anticipation. You got your hand inside your underwear and traced lines on your folds, caressing slowly.
"I'm already so wet," you said. "Are you hard for me, Carmy?"
"So fucking hard," he drawled and you moaned.
"What would you like me to do?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. "If I was there, Carm, what would you like me to do?"
"Ri- Ride me," he managed.
His breathing was a quick staccato that made your hand pick up speed, spreading wetness around your clit. You sat up on the bed, imagined Carmy underneath you, holding tight to your hips, your hands on his sculpted chest.
"How? How do you want me to- oh, God- ride you?"
"Just- hard," he groaned but it was a muffled sound, he was holding back.
"Carm..."
"I want you to fucking wreck me," he blurted out.
If he felt like he had fucked up, like he had done something terribly wrong at the restaurant, he liked it to hurt a little, you knew that by now. Maybe the rhythm was punishing, maybe it was way too fast, maybe you denied him his orgasm for a while. Anyway, he was atoning.
"I want you to touch you like I would, Carmy," you said. "Can you do that for me? Put lube on your hand, hold your cock tight, and go as fast as you can, okay?"
"Yes," it was barely a whisper. But suddenly you could listen - deep growls from way within his chest, rhythmic gasps that grew quicker and quicker. You struggled to catch up with him, your middle and ring fingers pumped in and out of you in tandem with his sounds.
"Oh, fuck," he rasped. "I can hear it. Jesus Christ."
"It's not the same without you, Carm," you said honestly. Your hand was wet to the palm but you still wanted that fullness only he could make you feel. "I need you inside me, I need you."
"Oh, fuck!"
He got quiet for a second, then groaned a few times, your pussy clenching while he did. You were so close. He sighed into the speaker, relieved and spent - you wanted to be happy for him but you were still on the edge and desperate for release. You kept moaning.
"Have you come?" Carmy asked.
"Not yet," you managed to say.
"Shit."
"I'm close though. Just stay on the line, please."
You could feel it slipping out of your grasp. It wasn't enough to have him listen, you needed something to hold on to. You let out a needy whine.
He read your mind, and in that fucked out voice he said: "That was- holy shit- that was so, so fucking hot. You made me come and you didn't even touch me," you fluttered against your fingers. "Can’t believe you're mine. You're my good girl."
He had never called you that. That was it. The tension within you snapped and you could breathe again. Eyes shut and forehead to the duvet, you could almost feel Carmy's hands touching up your back, tickling at your sides. You let out a shaky laugh.
"Fuck, Carmy. Fuck," you repeated, something warm settling in your belly.
"You okay?" he said. You had dropped the phone and you heard him far away.
You wiped your hand on your hip and settled back on the bed, tired and a little sweaty. You'd have to shower again in the morning but you found you didn't care right now.
"I'm okay," you replied when you could pick up your phone. "So okay. You?"
"So okay," he repeated with a chuckle.
"Okay," you let out a big exhale. "Now tell me about your day."
~
You were at The Bear, it was late at night, the lights were dimmed down and there were no patrons. You turned around and found the place empty - ghostly and quiet.
"Hello?" No one replied.
Now that you thought of it, you didn't know how you got there - couldn't remember, actually. But Carmy was suddenly there too, hands on his hips, wearing his pristine chef's whites. The blue of his eyes popped with the ambience lighting in a way that felt supernatural.
"Carmy," you called but he didn't move.
"On the table," he said brusquely, pointing with his head at the only piece of furniture left in the restaurant. There was no tablecloth or cutlery on it.
"What?" you asked.
"On the fucking table!" he yelled and you obeyed, sitting quickly on it, facing him.
"What's going on?" you asked.
He laughed - it wasn't his usual laugh, soft and floaty - it was a cruel sound, glass like.
"What's going on, sweetheart, is that I'm going to fuck you, on this table, until you come three times," he said and it sent a shiver down your spine. "Or until you beg me to stop, whatever happens first."
You didn't say a word, you couldn't: he kissed you violently, biting on your lip and grabbing your throat.
"Carmy, holy shit! Slow down," you pleaded when you parted to catch your breath.
He stopped but only to spread your legs wide open, his fingers digging into your thighs forcefully, then going up your skirt. He leaned to whisper in your ear:
"You sure you want that?"
His voice was low, caramel like, delicious. You ran a hand up his chest, fisting white fabric, bringing him closer.
"Good," he said. His fingers shoved your underwear to the side and teased mercilessly.
"Fuuuck," you whined as he made you melt in his hands.
He was touching you just right, having you soaked and pliant so fast it left you dizzy. He thrust two fingers inside you and started pumping fast, his thumb circling your clit - you thanked your stars that you had showed him early on where it was. Your moans grew louder and longer.
"Are you gonna cum for me?" he asked but it sounded like an order.
You nodded frantically.
"Are you gonna let me bend you over this table, fuck your pussy as hard as I want?"
"Yes, please, fuck," you whined.
Just before the knot within you could unravel, the bright light of morning rushed through the window and made you squeeze your eyes and cover your face. And suddenly you weren't at The Bear, you were at Carmy's place, warm in his bed. It was Sunday, you remembered.
"Oh, fuck," you mumbled.
Carmy was right next to you, twisting to face you as he woke up too.
The mornings you shared were few and far between, the occasional day off, the days when you had to get up early to take a train for a sale out of town... They were precious, you loved to see Carmy with sleepy eyes, reaching out for you from under the covers. You smiled and stared at him.
"Morning," you said, feeling a little weird about your dream.
"Mornin'," he slurred with his eyes closed. "You sleep okay?"
"Uh-huh," you tried to sound casual. "You?"
"Yeah," you let him pull you in closer, his nose brushed the side of your neck. And his hard on brushed your thigh.
"Oh!" your heart raced - the one thing that still remained from your dream was the wetness between your legs.
"Shit," Carmy covered his face with his hand. "I'll, uh, I'll take care of it. Don't worry about it."
You cleared your throat nervously. "Actually-"
You didn't know where to begin so you simply grabbed his hand and showed him how wet you were, even through your underwear he could tell. His eyes widened.
"Wh- What- Why?"
"Uh, I dreamt of you," you said simply.
"What about?" he asked. You shrugged. "I mean, if you liked whatever happened in your dream that much, we could..." he let the offer float. He had that curious look about him.
You bit your lip. It had been good, so good. But it made you feel a little embarrassed about the things that you wanted, what they meant about you.
"We were- Well, you fingered me and- yeah," you hoped he would be satisfied with that.
"Oh," he sounded a little disappointed but he obliged. "Sure, we can do that."
He scooted closer still, his hand and the way he moved was gentle and sweet. And completely wrong. You took his wrist and stopped him.
Carmy looked up in concern. "Did I hurt you?"
You shook your head. "I'll- I'll tell you about my dream but promise me you won't laugh," you pressed your hands on his chest. He nodded solemnly. "Even if we don't end up doing it because it's not your thing just- Don't laugh, okay?"
"I won't," he promised.
"Okay," you took a deep inhale. "So I dreamt that we were at the restaurant. We were all alone, it was late at night and you- Well, you told me to get on a table and that you would make me come three times," you blushed furiously. "You kissed me and you fingered me. You said you would bend me over on the table and fuck me hard. And then I woke up."
"Shit," Carmy said.
"Yeah."
"Was I- Was I different?" he asked.
"You were a little mean."
"And you were into it?" nothing about his tone betrayed disgust or revulsion.
"I didn't think I would be, but yeah," you replied honestly.
Carmy ran a hand through his hair and stared at you for a little bit.
"You know I'm not good at the pretending thing," he said and you nodded. "But I think I can fuck you on the table until you come three times."
You felt like you had the wind knocked out of you.
Before you knew it, you were both naked, kissing in the middle of his kitchen, his hands under your thighs as he placed you on the table.
"I'm gonna need you to keep count for me," he said, lowering to his knees between your legs. That was the last thing he said before devouring you.
You knew Carmy was competitive but you didn't know it would extend to a dream version of him. He became laser focused: his only goal was to be a better lover than dream Carmy, make you come undone faster and harder than he ever could. Without preamble, he hooked two fingers inside you, curling non-stop, making you gasp for air. His mouth worked tirelessly licking and sucking at your clit, getting satisfaction every time you pulled at his hair. In minutes, he had you bucking your hips frantically, trying to fuck his face. You screamed and heaved and cursed, grabbing to the edge of the table for dear life.
"How many?" he demanded once he got up from between your legs, wiping his face clean with his forearm. His voice sounded rough and you could see a glimpse of the cut-throat chef he used to be back in New York. You felt the aftershocks of your orgasm go through you one more time.
"One," you replied.
He grabbed your hips and brought you down from the table, then flipped you over. You heard the condom wrapper hit the floor, then, immediately felt his breath on the back of your neck as he lined up his cock to your pussy. He wasn't careful before and he wasn't careful now, going all the way inside you in a swift motion. It was pleasure and pain in even measures, it was exactly what you asked for. Your knees trembled underneath you but Carmy held you upright.
"Holy shit," was all you could say before succumbing to the rhythm of his hips against yours.
It was slow, purposeful. One of his hands played with your nipples while the other pressed on your clit. It was too much. You took the hand on your clit and placed it on your neck instead, remembering the way Carmy had kissed you in the dream, holding you possessively. Your Carmy didn't press at all, he caressed the column of your throat with careful fingers, kissed the side of it with devotion. It made you melt onto the tabletop. The feeling of your bare chest on the wooden surface and the sound of his hips clapping against yours turned you on even more. It took you by surprise when you started fluttering on Carmy's cock, your release almost gentle, a series of soft needy moans the only outer indication that you had come.
When you regained your bearings, your cheek to the table and your ass up in the air, you said with an unsteady voice:
"Two."
One of his hands soothed down your spine, a silent question being asked: Do you still want to go on? Can you do one more? You reached for his hand and squeezed it, using the strength you had left to get off the table and turn to face Carmy. He was a sweaty mess, curls falling on his forehead, red in the face from edging his orgasm to give you three. You didn't think you could love anyone more than you loved him right then.
"Carmy."
"I'm here. I'm right here," he maneuvered you gently to lay on your back over the table, his eyes on yours. You hummed contentedly. He lifted your legs, placing one on each shoulder and giving you a shy smile - you realized he had actually read the sex book you had bought him as a joke. You giggled. He didn't do anything in half measures.
This time, his motions weren't calculated and cold. The tenderness when he soothed your back and caressed your neck had bled into everything else. His hips stuttered every now and then, his fingers touched your ankles gently, and his eyes were fixed on you. It was perfect.
"I'm close," you whispered, one of your hands playing with your chest, the other reaching behind you to the edge of the table. You felt weightless. "You can let go, Carmy."
It was all a blur: the swirl of electricity down your body, the beautiful sounds that you made together, and the feeling of him falling on top of you.
"Shit! I'm sorry I'm crushing you," he mumbled on your skin, his arms flexing as he lifted himself up. You looked up at him and cupped his face, the post-coital glow and the morning light making him look angelic.
"Thank you," you said and he smiled. "It was good, better than I imagined."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Right then, your stomach growled audibly. You covered your face with your hands, mortified. He peeled them off and leaned to nuzzle against your cheek.
"Pancakes?" he offered in a whisper.
You laughed and turned your head to kiss the tip of his nose. "Yes. Please."
[Deleted Scene]
[Part 4]
#still not done with this apparently#soon the virgin!carmy tag will be completely obsolete and it makes me a little sad#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x you#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x you#carmy x reader#carmy x you#carmen berzatto fanfiction
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Do you love me?
Summary: Simon admits feelings for the girl he truly adores… you. Little did he know, you had feelings for him too. This entire fanfic takes place at your house btw!
Warnings: Cock sucking, moaning, dirty talk, leaving hickeys, kissing, partially undressing in front of someone, semen!, eye contact, eye contact while giving a blowjob, handjob, spitting on cock, hair tugging, swearing, praising kink, hair pulling kink.
Pairing: Simon Kalivoda x Female Reader
Word Count: 2,261
“Do… do you love me?” The words come out slowly, hesitantly, as if they’re difficult to get out. Simon bites his lip nervously, hoping that I’ll answer honestly.
“Of course I do!” I reply quickly, without hesitation. That’s the most honest i’ve ever been. I’d never lie to Simon. “Have I not been obvious…?” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
Simon nods his head slowly and smiles softly. “Yeah… you kinda have.” He says quietly, still unsure of how much I actually know.
I look away from his gaze for a second, trying to comprehend how I’ve so stupidly hid my affection from him. My gaze quickly meets his again as my lips form a tender smile. “From now on, I’ll make sure to be obvious as to how much I love you!” I chime up, trying the lighten the dim mood.
Simon’s smile grows wider as he laughs softly, leaning back against the wall behind him. I notice his hands are shaking slightly from obvious nervousness, but only for a second or two before he calms them down. “I’d love that.”
“Is there something else that’s wrong?” I stare deeply into his eyes with a serious and stern look, him seeming to be more nervous than ever before.
“No, no… nothing wrong…” He shakes his head and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. It seems like he’s struggling to find the right words to say. “...just… never mind.”
“Oh. Alright.” I look away awkwardly, not wanting to pry away at information he doesn’t want to share. The tension and silence builds up.
After a moment, he finally lets out a long sigh and looks over at me, meeting my gaze with his own. “You’re probably wondering why I’m so anxious about telling you this…”
“Yeah. I am.” I reply.
“It’s because I’m afraid you won’t understand it… or worse; think less of me.” He gives an apologetic look, clearly embarrassed by what he’ll say next.
I place a hand on his shoulder and stare deeply into his eyes with a sense of love and adoration hidden behind them. “Nothing will ever make me think less of you. You are my sweet, loving, caring best friend and nothing will ever change that.” I reassure with a soft, comforting tone.
“Thank you…” He says, smiling widely now. He leans forward and presses his forehead against mine. “I was worried that you might think less of me if you knew…”
“Knew what?” I lower my voice to the appropriate level.
Simon’s smile falters for a second before returning, looking lovingly into my eyes again. “Well… I have a crush on you.”
My eyes widen in surprise. I pull away and attempt to comprehend that information. “Really?”
“Yeah, yeah I do. It’s just… well… I’ve always had feelings for you…” His expression grows more serious as he speaks, staring directly into my eyes. “And, I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship by confessing.”
“Oh Simon… how long have you felt this way?”
“A while now. But then, when we were hanging out together like this, talking, laughing, joking around, it just got harder and harder not to talk about it.” He sighs heavily.
My lips form a bright smile, slightly mischievous as i get more excited to share the news he absolutely wants to hear. “I think you’re gonna like what i have to say about that.”
“Really?” He smiles broadly, leaning back slightly so that he can look me straight in the eyes once more. “What is it?”
“I have a crush on you too.”
Simon’s eyes grow wide as he stares back at me, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “You… you mean it?”
“Mhm.” I nod my head in agreement.
His face flushes a bright red and he looks away from me, biting his lower lip. “But… why me? You could have anyone.” His voice cracks lightly, the raspyness really showing with each word.
“Because you’re… you! You are the only person that’s ever wanted to spend time with me, talk to me, go on long car drives with, smoke with…” I respond with genuine love. My heart is poured out with every single word. Every word having meaning and genuine truth. The weight is lifted off my chest, now he knows I adore him and I don’t have to talk Kate’s ear off about it anymore.
Simon nods slowly. “I know right? But still… why me?” He asks, his voice cracking slightly as he does so.
“Let me just go get a water from the kitchen real quick, then I’ll explain everything, okay?” I point behind me towards the bedroom door. Simon nods in agreement and patiently awaits my arrival.
After a few minutes, I come back with a cold glass of water. The bed creases a little bit as I sit down beside Simon. The tension between us is heavy.
“Okay… here we go.” He says softly, looking into my eyes again. “So tell me everything. Every single detail.” He says with a slight excitement hidden behind his eyes.
“So… I think my crush on you started in 5th grade when we hit our one year friendship.” I admit with hesitation, wanting Simon to know all the little details.
“Really?” He chuckles quietly, lowering his hand down to mine and squeezing gently. “And how did it progress after that?”
“Oh you have no idea.” I sigh heavily. “I started seeing you very, very, very differently. Every time you look at me, I feel my heart pound ten times faster.” I reply with a slight chuckle.
“You mean like… romantically or something else…?” His cheeks flush brightly once more.
“Romantically. But, I’ve definitely thought of you sexually…” My voice trails off, unsure if I should continue talking.
“Oh.” He looks away shyly, biting his lip lightly. “Um… well… what about me?” He asks quietly, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“Just casual sex stuff, I guess. For example, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long ever since we played spin the bottle and I got to kiss you that one time.” I answer nonchalantly, admitting something that’s been picking at me for so long.
“Well… uh… do you want to kiss me right now?” He asks quietly, feeling embarrassed about asking such a question.
“Mhm.”
Simon smiles softly, leaning forward towards me. His lips are only inches from mine now, breathing heavy and fast as the tension builds up between us. I connect our lips quickly, slowly moving the kiss in sync. The passion grows intense, more eager for more.
He closes his eyes tightly as I kiss him, enjoying every second of it. His heart races faster than normal, beating rapidly through his chest. My arm snakes around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens. I moan into his mouth. My other hand slowly inches its way across every surface of his body.
His tongue slides into my mouth. He lets out soft groans of pleasure as he feels my hand running all over his body and enjoying the feeling of my fingers digging into his skin. He pulls away from the kiss and runs his hands along my waist, squeezing gently. “So beautiful…”
“Say more stuff like that…” I hum under my breath, adoring the praises of my beauty.
“So beautiful and so perfect…” He repeats, squeezing my waist with more intimacy.
The way he talks makes me blush furiously. I can feel my face turn bright red as the heat washes over my features. My body tingles all over from the sheer excitement of finally being able to lock lips with such a pretty-looking boy like him. The way he kisses me makes me dizzy with passion. All thoughts leaving my mind except for one - him.
He mumbles words of pure adoration as he slowly leaves a trail of kisses along my jawline and my neck. Lightly sucking and biting on the sensitive skin as to leave a mark of his love. Small purple and red hickeys form on my neck, making the skin much more sensitive than before. Even the slightest touch causes a shiver to course down my back.
“S-simon… I need you~” I whimper under my breath, feeling somewhat awkward about admitting such a bold thing.
He stops kissing my neck and leans back up to look me straight in the eyes. God, even his eyes were pretty. A light shade of blue that, once met, can make you feel lost. “You need me?” He whispers with both a disbelieving and seductive tone.
Even meeting his eyes with my own sends my thoughts to completely fade from my mind. All I can do is nod my head slowly in agreement, being unable to muster words.
As if something came over me, I fall to my knees in front of him with a bold look. My eyes express how much i want this, his eyes showing the same. My hands work magic and without another second passing, his pants were pooled onto the floor beneath him, leaving his lower half covered by only his boxers. Even the sheer sight of him in his boxers had my stomach filled to the brim with fluttering butterflies.
Simon lets out a small gasp of pure ecstasy as I pull down his pants. A wash of blush covered his face. He wasn’t used to being so… exposed.
I look up at him while tugging on the waistband of his boxers, asking for permission to pull them down and continue things further. His breathing becomes heavier, the anticipation building up inside of him. I was obviously making him super horny.
“Go ahead,” He says quietly, trying not to sound too eager or desperate but failing miserably. His voice cracks slightly when he speaks those simple words.
I smile fondly at his comment and without another minute passing, I pull down his boxers. They fall to the floor. Simon whimpers tenderly, being unfamiliar to this feeling of being completely exposed infront of me. His face flushes a deep shade of red.
I chuckle softly at his adorable reactions, feeling the sudden urge to make him feel unbelievable from the pleasure soon to come. Both my hands make way to wrap around the base, stroking slowly as I make eye contact with him while kissing the tip. My tongue licks the shaft intimately, causing a small moan to escape the boys lips. His eyes flutter close as he enjoys the attention I give him. His hand finds its way into my hair, lightly tugging at the roots as he relaxes into the sensation.
I look up at the boy once more to admire his features. His mouth is agape slightly, his eyes shut tightly, and his eyebrows knit together. He lets out another soft moan, his hips swaying back and forth as I continue to pleasure him. The grip on my hair tightens, using it to guide my movements as he continues to enjoy the feeling. “Oh yeah… just like that… don’t stop… keep going…” He sighs in-between delicate moans.
Saliva drips down my chin as my movements start to get more sloppy, my mouth hungrily licking and sucking. Simon’s hips buck lightly, his eyes rolling back as I suck him off expertly. “Ohhhh… oh fuck…” He grunts loudly, his breathing getting heavier and shallower.
The sensation sends him over the edge, his body tensing up, his mind going blank, his whole world focused on the feeling of my warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock, his fingers digging into the bedsheets as he tries desperately to hold himself back from cumming.
I take my mouth off of his cock, spitting on my hand before stroking up and down with the wet hand. “God, you’re so pretty like this,” I hum in contentment, continuing to pump his cock in my hand with swift movement.
Simon’s entire body shudders and shakes, his muscles tensing up as his heart races faster than ever. A soft whimper escapes his lips, his hips bucking forward slightly as if trying to get more stimulation. “Y-you’re incredible…” He says between heavy breaths, sweat dripping down his forehead. His heart beats so fast that he can barely stand it, his whole body trembling intensely.
I hum under my breath before sticking his cock down my throat again. The tip repeatedly hitting the back of my throat. That’d leave a mark later.
“Mmmmph,” He cries out, gripping the sheets tightly as I take him deeper into my throat. His hips gyrating wildly. With one last final suck, he started releasing ropes of semen down my throat. The hand that was in my hair is now tugging at the roots harder, his face contorting with such pleasure. I stare up at him, admiring his features as he uses my throat for his personal use.
He shudders once more, panting heavily as he collapses backwards, resting his head against the soft mattress. “That was incredible…” He breathes deeply, looking exhausted but satisfied nonetheless. His eyes are half-closed, showing the expression of a very pleased man. I stand up, chuckling lightly at his comment. The back of my hand swipes across my lips, catching up any leftover semen and saliva.
Laying down next to Simon, I place a hand on his chest. My finger traces small hearts on the delicate fabric of his shirt. A fond smile forms across my lips as I make eye contact with him, feeling a greater connection, although I didn’t think it was possible to become even closer to him. I knew at this very moment, a new life with him would start. A new life filled with so many possibilities that I could only dream of.
(I promise, I’ve finally gotten the urge to write again so please please please expect some more fanfics!!!)
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may i request a Jadon Sancho story please! where he’s hanging out with his friends 1 night but you text that you miss him and so he ditches them and they clown him for it 😭 he comes to pick you up and there’s a sweet reunion kiss/cuddle in the car :’)
i miss u | jadon sancho
warnings: none, just fluffy!!
word count: 601
notes: hope u like!! sorry for the bad title, I was out of ideas 🫠
masterlist | for now, requests are open!
It was a busy night when Jadon Sancho went out with his friends, laughing loudly amidst the excitement of the city. After returning to Dortmund, all he wanted to do was get reacquainted with the city he had lived in for a while and get to know his new clubmates better.
Meanwhile, you were at home, missing him, and decided to send him a message full of nostalgia:
y/n: "I miss you love 😔❤️".
It had been three days since you last saw each other, but for you it seemed like an eternity. You understood that he needed time off to go out with his friends, and that was fine with you, but that didn't stop you from missing and being affectionate with your boyfriend.
When he received the message, Jadon turned away from his friends, concentrating on his cell phone to answer you. He always replied on time when he wasn't busy with games and training.
jadon: I can't wait to see you again, do you want me to pick you up?
y/n: ah no need jad, you're with your friends I don't want to get in the way
jadon: you're not in the way y/n, I love my friends but your company always makes any place better for me
Y/N could swear she felt her heart melt. She was so lucky to have him as her boyfriend.
Jadon's distraction caught the attention of his friends who began to ridicule him. "Hey, Jadon, looks like Y/N's getting some attention, huh?" teased one of his friends with a mischievous grin.
Ignoring the jokes, Jadon replied: "You know how it is, when the right person calls, we answer." He turned away from the group and headed towards where you were.
Jadon parked in front of your house and flashed his headlights as it was always empty. You went downstairs and ran quickly to his car. As you approached, he opened the driver's door with the clear intention that this was where Y/N should enter. She got the message, got into the car and snuggled into his lap. Jadon closed the door and turned on the radio and the car's heating, making the atmosphere perfect. He turned to you, his eyes reflecting affection, wrapped his arms around your waist and you wasted no time in grabbing the back of his neck and giving him a kiss. As you looked at him, you noticed the sympathetic look in his eyes and, before you could say anything, Jadon smiled and said: "I've been missing you too."
"You're so cute!"
"You're the cute one." He said, giving you an Eskimo kiss and you laughed. Jadon stroked your hair and you hugged him tighter. All the time in the world wouldn't be enough to make her miss you.
"Do you want me to hold you closer?" He laughed when you squeezed him a little tighter. Jadon ran his hands up your back, caressing you lovingly.
"No that's not it, ugh-I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?"
"A little, but I don't mind at all."
"The fact that you love me even though I'm weird makes me love you even more."
"You're my weirdo and I love you anyway." She smiled and moved closer to kiss him again. No matter where they were going, they could always look forward to those moments and the affection they shared in the car.
As Jadon drove through the illuminated city, the conversation between you flowed with laughter and confidences. The tension of your friends' mockery disappeared completely.
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A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 10)
I decided to get this story up to speed on here, so I won't have to worry about posting and updating on AO3 on a different schedule. So you'll probably get anothter part later as well! This is another big one, so get your reading monocles out!
In this one Astarion makes jokes about marriage - and maybe, just a little bit, Tav would love if it wasn't a joke some time... Also Tav thinks she's made a big mistake - so get ready for some angst.
Song for this one: Dancing with our hands tied - Taylor Swift
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)
(Gif from here!)
After the kiss Astarion smiled at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and before you could protest, he grabbed you by your thighs and lifted you up and spun you around. The crowd happily cheered him on. You were only surprised for a second, grabbing for his shoulders because of the sudden loss of balance. But he held you firmly, spun and spun you, then softly set you on the ground again. You giggled almost senselessly and grabbed his face with both hands, he mirrored your emotions with a soft chuckle. Your audience stomped and clapped and demanded yet another kiss. “Should we?” Astarion asked. “You need to ask?”, you quickly replied and leaned in to give the people what they wanted.
When he broke the kiss this time, he grabbed your hands from his face and quickly moved them, so you’d spin through under his arm. With a wink and a soft motion of his head he signified you to bow. You happily obliged, earning loud whoops from everyone around. When you rose up again, you tugged on Astarion’s hand you had been holding the whole time to make him bow as well. You didn’t have to tell him twice. Ever so elegantly he bowed deeply, back straight, one foot delicately behind the other – looking like a dancer or someone ready to start a fencing match. Also – you had an excellent view of his delectable butt. The crowd clapped and cheered, someone whistled even.
Rising up he dragged your arm so you’d move up close to the vampire and held both your hands lovingly close to his chest. “What in the nine hells did just happen?”, the elf asked silently and looked at you softly.
Now that the tension from the fierce song and dance had been resolved the people slowly dispersed and went back to their drinks, companions or game of dice. The mood was different from before though – some looked positively flushed, if not to say aroused, others looked like they could really use a quick nap. Whatever had happened, it sure had been more than a simple musical act.
“I don’t know. And I don’t know what it means? Are we basically married by the Gods now or something?”, you replied and playfully pursed your lips at Astarion. The vampire laughed and moved a strand of hair out of your face, something twinkled in his ruby-red eyes: “Oh darling, if you really wanted me to put a ring on you…”, he chuckled but the look on his face was not as joking as you thought it would be. But before you could question him about his reaction, you were interrupted. “Well, not exactly married by the Gods since I am sure Gods don’t really care about such puny earthly deeds, they usually only pretend they do”, a deep velvety voice behind you said. You turned while keeping your hands on Astarion’s chest. It was of course the bard drow that had climbed down from the stage and had sauntered over while the usual tavern business had started to swell up again. Directly behind him was his partner, the female bard. She smiled sweetly and openly at you, and you couldn’t help yourself to feel inclined to her. You felt Astarion tense under your hands though. But he stayed silent, seemingly wanting the drow to just explain himself.
The drow stepped closer until he was almost as close to you as you were to Astarion. He angled his head to one side and smiled – not really in an unpleasant way but you still felt on edge. “May I?”, the drow asked, raising an eyebrow and looked at you in a way you would have taken as a serious kind of offer on any other occasion. He was pointing at your right arm.
Astarion tensed even more. When you threw him a quick glance you saw how his eyes had narrowed at the drow. You could almost feel the growl getting ready in his chest to get out. The bard lifted his hands defensively: “I mean you no harm nor any other malicious thing. I’d be a fool to lay a hand on your companion, high elf, not after you successfully completed the ritual. I merely intended to show you something.” The vampire’s tension eased slightly but he was still standing stock-still.
You cleared your throat and slightly turned to the drow, offering him your arm. He took it and rolled up your sleeve to your elbow – was there something shining on it? Then the drow turned to Astarion, who’s shirt had already been rolled up to his elbow so you had no trouble seeing that there was also something shining on his forearm. Your brows furrowed trying to get a closer look, but the drow made you put your arm to Astarion’s so you were both holding onto each other’s wrists. And when you touched you could suddenly see it a lot more clearly all of a sudden: on your arm seemed to have appeared a kind of tattoo, slightly and iridescently shimmering in a mix of mother-of-pearl and silver. It had taken the form of a delicate vine decorated with beautiful blossoms, twisting and turning up to your wrist. You gasped loudly, your eyes widening, and looked up at Astarion in shock. The vampire’s eyes had widened as well and you could see his gulp as he slowly, as if too scared to look, twisted your wrist to show what had appeared on his forearm. And there, in the same colour like on your skin was another pattern moving from his elbow up to his wrist to where your bodies connected: his markings looked like the embroidery you might find on a fine doublet, all curves and swirls and undulations. It was incredibly beautiful just as yours were, but you couldn’t help the incredible panic and guilt that started raising in your stomach.
You were now the reason another sort of claim had been placed on Astarion’s body without his consent. You drew your hand back in a rush and grabbed your arm with the markings and cradled it to your chest as if it had been hurt. Your eyes shot to Astarion’s which had been staring at his forearm but now were filled with sudden hurt. Realizing you’d sent the entirely wrong message you immediately wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly while burying your face in his shirt. You could feel tears well up in your eyes again. At that moment you couldn’t form words – the whole night had been a rush of happenings, lots of alcohol, you felt so exhausted. Astarion softly held you, but you could feel the hesitation in his posture.
Before you could completely spiral a soft touch on your shoulder made you lift your face from Astarion’s chest and turn your head. The wood elf had stepped close and offered you an understanding and warm glance. “It can be a lot to take in. Trust us, we know”, she spoke softly and looked up to her partner next to her. She grabbed the drow’s arm in the same manner you and Astarion had held each other’s wrist a moment ago. Once they touched you could see a similar set of marking albeit of very different styles. His were shadowy tendrils, hers branches of a tree and feathers. They also glimmered in the same way, silvery-white like moonlight.
Then the wood elf stepped to you again and touched your cheek softly in a way you would’ve found way too intimate for someone you didn’t know. But it comforted you. “This is a blessing by the Gods. The markings showing how your souls belong to each other but also who you each are at your core.” She looked deeply into your eyes, then moved to cradle Astarion’s face the same way she had done with you.
“And you must remember that this is an incredible gift, freely given with no strings attached. Not binding, not hurting, merely an offer and an opportunity very few will ever experience”, she continued, her thumb moving over Astarion’s cheekbone. Surprisingly you could actually feel him lose some of his tension under her caress.
With another smile the female bard stepped back and smoothly threw a long strand of her powder-pink hair over her shoulder before grabbing the hand of her soulmate again, looking up at him adoringly. “We will leave you now – enjoy the rest of the night”, the drow finally said and offered a nod. You returned his gesture and quickly smiled at the female elf before turning back to your soulmate. “Thank you”, Astarion solemnly offered and bowed his head slightly. Then the two bards left you.
There was still some space people left around you, so you used the moment of small-ish privacy to grab Astarion’s hands again – which immediately made both your markings flare up a little. They were still pretty subtle and could easily be hidden by a shirt sleeve but it made you wince nonetheless. “I… I don’t know what to say, Astarion, I…”, you started but where again interrupted when you saw Daegin and Lira approaching from the corner of your eye.
“Looks like you’ve gotten yourself into something, huh, Astarion”, Daegin said teasingly grinning. But his smile immediately dropped when he felt the mood wasn’t exactly thrilled – or maybe it was because Lira whacked him on the back of his head. “I think, it’s best for me to drag this damn dwarf home and then hit the hay as well”, the half-elf spoke to you with some concern in her eyes. “You mean the other way round, I’m not letting a lady walk home alone on her own”, the damned dwarf immediately protested to which Lira shushed him.
“Anyways, you two look like you might just want some privacy now, so we’ll leave and just meet again soon here. Maybe around the same time next week?”, she offered. You and Astarion nodded wordlessly in agreement. So your two friends made to leave – not without Daegin giving Astarion a kind of awkward pat on the back. When they had left it was only the two of you still standing in the open space in front of the now empty stage.
You looked up into Astarion’s eyes and he looked back into yours. The hurt you had seen there had subsided but still he looked… afraid.
You opened your mouth but, like a fish, no sound came out. But you though of something. “Will you come with me? I know there’s a balcony here. Maybe we can get some air there and talk”, you whispered silently since you didn’t feel able to speak any louder at the moment. Your eyes were pleading and Astarion simply nodded and motioned you to lead the way. So, you did. Back up the stairs to the gallery past a bickering Kirin which you both simply ignored. You walked over to the bar which was mostly empty at this time.
The bar maid came over: “Oh hey, it’s you again. I wasn’t sure the first time but I think I know you – Tav, right? You come here often with your friends don’t you?” She beamed at you – she was a beautiful blonde woman with rosy cheeks and round loveable face. “And oh, so you must be the lucky lady this one was talking to the half-elf about right. Hey, you were also here together once tonight, but you were fighting like two street cats, so I thought you must be friends or mortal enemies or something.” She happily blabbered on while connecting all the dots of all the conversation she obviously picked up on. You carefully threw Astarion a side glance and caught him doing the same which made both of you immediately smile. Happy that at least some of the tension already seemed to falter between the two of you, you turned back to the woman’s rambling: “And weren’t you two also the ones the crowd went crazy over? Are you famous or something? Oh, and how was the bottle of Maeve’s specialty – good, right? Want another one? You only need to ask nicely.” At that part she leaned over the bar a bit and winked knowingly at Astarion.
You turned to your partner, now already starting to feel the slightest bit pissed off. But Astarion cleared his throat with a cough and graciously ignored the wink and its intention: “We are not looking for a drink, we were simply wondering if there was a space where we could have some privacy to talk, say a balcony or something?” The blonde looked from him to you and back to the pale elf. “To talk, hm? Alright, because it’s you, I’ll allow it. To the right next to the counter is a door and after that a small corridor, the door at the end let’s you out on a balcony. But keep the talking decent – we have enough complaints from neighbours as is.” Opting just to ignore the commentary, Astarion simply nodded in thanks to her, then grabbed your hand and softly dragged you along. He opened the first door for you and elegantly stretched out his arm to let you go in first, all while in silence. You felt uneasiness creep up your spine again at his behaviour – silence really didn’t become him and was completely untypical for him.
As you walked down the corridor in silence you wondered in a passing thought how much just one door already helped to keep out the busy noises from the tavern.
“So”, Astarion finally said, relieving you from suffering in silence “was that the famous Maeve, by the way?” You looked to him over your shoulder: “I don’t think so. And I guess no one really knows – for all I know it could be secretly a dog running this place.” That thought made the vampire chuckle.
Then you reached the door, opened it and found yourself on a small stone balcony; railing overgrown with ivy, looking out on a small back courtyard. You dimly remembered trying to climb off the balcony trying to flee a brawl and almost breaking your neck.
The moon was almost full in the dark night sky, crisp night air filled your lungs, and it was primarily one thing – almost perfectly silent. Which was surprising for you coming out of a tavern and a huge city surrounding you. You closed your eyes for one short moment when you stepped out on the balcony. Astarion was standing next to you. Seemingly also sighing in relief at the sudden freshness and silence.
You plucked up your courage and turned to Astarion, he mimicked you. Openly, you looked into his eyes hoping to already convey with your eyes what you’re about to say. But as you saw into his ruby eyes that are so open and vulnerable and full of love at the same time, you decided to stand on your tiptoes, close your eyes and kiss him first. It is a sweet kiss, almost chaste. Your lips’ touches featherlight. The vampire lifted a hand to your face, softly cradling your cheek in his cool palm. You stretched out your arms to wrap them around his neck, so he bowed down a little.
It also almost felt like a do-over for the first kiss you ever shared: which had been incredible and unforgettable but laden with too many other intentions.
When you opened your eyes again and softly broke the kiss, you breathed in to speak. So did Astarion. And then you both stood there, mouths open to say something. “You first, love”, he whispered softly and gave you a peck on the tip of your nose, the faintest hint of worry in his tone and eyes.
You cleared your throat and spoke: “Astarion, I’m… I’m sorry, first of all. When I withdrew my hand back there when the bard was explaining what all this stuff had meant, it might’ve come across as me recoiling from the thought of being bound to you for all eternity, when in fact, that’s not it at all. Because I would love that! Selfish as I am, I want you to be mine forever. But I would never, never force you to. And so, I feel like I forced you to do something that you did not consent to and also… now you have new markings on your body without you getting a say in it and I feel awful about putting you through this and…” You started sobbing, breathing in raggedly like having little hiccups. Astarion grabbed your face and made you look at him: “Hush, darling, shhh! You are spiraling! Shh, it’s alright!” His thumbs moved calmingly over your face: over your brows, beneath your yes, rubbing circles on your temples. When you had calmed down a bit, he finally spoke: “Listen, my heart, I was taken aback when you whipped your hand from mine, because I thought the moment I fear the most had come when you realized that it was actually a terrible idea to be with me, let alone for eternity.” Your brows immediately furrowed and you wanted to protest, but Astarion put a finger to your lips with an “uh, uh, uh”. “But I realize I was wrong – a rare occasion but it does happen maybe once ore twice in a century. And before you say, yes, I really do believe you want me by your side – at least for now.” That put a stop to you wanting to protest for the moment although it still broke your heart to hear that he still thought you would change your mind sometime in the future.
“And as for this”, the vampire continued and lifted up his marked arm. The swirls and curves were now barely visible as if the light had burned out for the night. “I understand what you are trying to say and also yes, it is a bit off-putting and I will have to get used to it but it is still an entirely different thing from what Cazador put me through.” He twisted his forearm back and forth to look at the pattern: “In fact it is quite beautiful, don’t you think? Yours too. But to be honest I am almost more inclined to find out about what other things this blessing might have in store for us.” His eyes went back to yours. “You think there is more about it?” “Oh, I am sure there is more, but that’s not for tonight, my love. I think we already had a night, didn’t we?” You hummed in agreement and put your arms around his neck again and tip-toeing. He took the hint to kiss you.
This time the kiss was much deeper than the one before. Lust and need tangled with it. Astarion softly moaned into your mouth, then lifted you up and softly set you on the railing where you could easily also wrap your legs around his waist. He went to deepen the kiss even more when another thought crossed your mind. You broke the kiss, earning a displeased grunt from the elf. “When you said… you’d put a ring me. Did you mean that?”, you asked him breathlessly. Astarion blinked, obviously surprised by the sudden change in topic. “Hmm, of course I would if that is what you wanted. Maybe not right now or rather not yet, although” – he lifted his marked arm again – “as the drow said, what more could it possibly mean after this?” You pout at him. “Well, I don’t know, could be nice, you know, when the time is right”, you mumbled. Astarion threw his head back to laugh: “Alright, noted. Tav wants a real wedding when the time ss right, with a real ring. I’ll happily buy you the biggest one I can find in Baldur’s Gate, no, Faerun!” “I don’t care about all that shit with diamonds and pearls, you could put a paper ring on my finger for all I care. Also – you are full of shit.” The vampire chuckled: “Don’t discredit my love for you that way, darling.” Your eyes widened and you swung to box his shoulder – which almost send you sailing backwords off the railing.
But thankfully the elf caught you from breaking your delectable little neck with a shocked facial expression and immediately put you on steady ground. “Leave me a piece if you actually want to get married one day. And now let’s please stop talking about this, all this sweet-talk will make me throw up.” You moved to box him again but he easily dodged and grabbed your hand. Keeping hold of it, he leaned down to kiss you again.
You were still standing there, all tangled up in each other and halfway to letting it become not decent, when the door to the balcony slammed open and Kirin stepped out. He was completely out of breath, leaning on his knees. When he had regained some he said: “By the Gods, ye damned elves, keep it in ye pants! Lass, pretty face, ye need to leave, right ‘bout now!”
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improper behaviour ; 18+
requested by ; anonymous (23/02/22)
word count ; 1354
content ; loss of virginity, submissive reader
fandom ; black butler
pairing ; edward midford x female reader
read also on ; ao3
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In the decade and a half that you'd known your fiancé, he's been nothing short of a stickler for the rules; always the first one to get in line and the last one to leave formation. The sort to follow every instruction to the T and that would never do anything to deviate from what he had been told to do — unless that deviation involved protecting yourself or his sister from danger, but such a situation was more than understandable and did little to alleviate his reputation as a strict rule follower. All of that to say, he was the last person on this earth that you'd have expected to propose something as taboo as sex before marriage — especially not on a sunny Thursday afternoon, of all times.
Granted, yes, your wedding had just been delayed for the thirty-sixth time in four years and the two of you had been getting quite antsy as of late, but you didn’t expect him to go so far as to propose something so potentially damaging to your reputations. If you were to get caught it could very well ruin your lives, and you knew your family couldn’t afford to take such a blow as much as Edward’s could.
Which is why you were constantly looking back at Edward’s bedroom door over his shoulder as he made quick work of unbuttoning and untying your corset and blouse. Anxious that at any moment a relative or servant could come crashing through and see you in the midst of such improper behaviour.
So anxious that you were trembling from more than just adrenaline when the last of your skirts fell to a heap on the ground and as you started to work on removing Edward’s vest and shirt. So obvious in your fears that your beloved tightly grasped your hands in his own and spoke up.
‘My dear, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, it’s no slight against me to say no. I can wait,’
‘No, darling, it’s not that I don’t want to do this,’ you stammered for a moment before sighing and hanging your head, ‘I just fear what could happen if we’re caught. What could happen to you if it’s misinterpreted, what could -’
‘You worry too much about what could happen,’ he interrupted, tilting your head up with the side of his hand and smiling at you, ‘and don’t focus nearly enough on what’s happening in the moment,’
That made you laugh as you leaned over to give him a gentle kiss.
‘Well I suppose you’re right,’
‘That is the role of the husband, you know,’ he joked, smiling against your lips.
‘Then you’ve had more than your fair bit of practise,’
‘Shall we?’ Edward spoke up after a few beats, tilting his head to one side, the childish gesture making you giggle as you took his hand in yours.
‘We shall.’
And that was all the confirmation he needed to pick you up and carry you, laughing and curling into his chest, over to the bed. A clear indicator of what was to come.
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Without even taking the time to undress himself, Edward immediately pounced upon you; pinning you to the bed as he began a relentless attack on your face, neck and chest — kissing, sucking and licking his way down and delighting at every sound you made. Grinning mischievously against your breast when a well placed bite on your nipple had you arching your back up into him. Chuckling when a kiss against your pulse caused you to whimper. Moaning against you when a perfectly placed hickey on your collarbone coaxed a gasp from your beautiful lips.
Drinking in each and every response you gave him whilst he slowly, lovingly, worked his way down your body bit by bit by bit. Worshipping and adoring, kissing and nipping, every new bare centimetre of skin that he came across and making sure that no part of your body went unappreciated. Smiling at every giggle he earned, grunting at each moan and pressing a kiss to your navel when the muscles of your stomach tensed and twitched beneath his unfamiliar touch.
Inching closer and closer to your dropping sex, and not totally ignorant to the way you kept rubbing your thighs together and whining whenever his pelvis pressed down against yours for even a moment. But he refused to relent, to give into his need, until he was certain that you were ready.
So he kept on trailing his strong hands and passionate kisses lower and lower on your body. Along the expanse of your stomach to the insides of your thighs, parting them wider and wider and wider until you finally had enough and just outright begged him to take you already.
‘Darling, please, we don’t know how much longer we have. No more teasing; I need you inside of me now,’
And Edward, ever the obedient spouse, complied.
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It took him only a matter of moments to quickly undress and position himself between your legs. The tip of his aching, neglected cock pressing against your soaking entrance as he looked down at you, eyes soft and loving, awaiting your go ahead to finally push inside of you — which, thankfully for you both, he didn't need to wait very long to receive.
Slowly, oh do slowly, Edward began to slowly slide into your gushing hole — groaning and moaning under his breath at the feeling of your inner walls fluttering and squeezing his length as he went. With every new inch that entered your cunt, you could feel yourself stretching more and more, the feeling overwhelming and foreign but not unpleasant as you dug your fingertips into his shoulders to try and ground yourself. Then, after nearly a minute of this cautious pushing, he finally bottomed out inside of you and fell still, dropping his head down to press his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath and adjusted.
Edward remained unmoving for several more moments before finally shifting his weight to his forearms, placing a chaste kiss on your lips and starting to move again. He started off slow and cautious, carefully pulling his hips backwards until he was just barely inside of you before carefully sliding back in until he was bottomed out once again. Slowly in, slowly out; over and over again. Every thrust coaxing a new whimper or gasp from you that spurred him on further.
And, after a few minutes of this gentle treatment, he started to speed up; transitioning from those slow, deep thrusts to quick and shallow pounding — angling his hips just so in order to keep on brushing against your g-spot with every movement. Rough enough to have your eyes rolling back and your toes curling, but nowhere near enough to cause you harm, allowing himself to be guided by your reactions and your words whilst also letting himself enjoy the moment. Enjoy the feeling of being inside of you.
‘Please, darling,’ you gasped and whimpered when the head of his dick collided with your g-spot, ‘faster,’
And your fiancé, ever the gentleman, immediately complied. Obeying every command and bending to every plea until you were left a whimpering, whining, trembling mess beneath him, only able to comprehend the pleasure he was giving you. God you were so beautiful, and he wasn’t shy about telling you as such as he drove you over the edge of climax and beyond.
He called you the most beautiful woman in Britain when your lips parted into a perfect ‘o’ and your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders. He said that you were the love of his life as your pussy tightened and gushed around his throbbing cock. Insisted that you were perfect and gorgeous and wonderful as you whimpered and moaned and prayed and blasphemed and cried out for him beneath him. Slipped out a low and guttural phrase in spite of himself as he followed suit and spilled his seed into your spent cunt.
‘You have the most perfect pussy, my love, I can’t wait until I’m able to fuck it every night,’
#sleepingdeath#female reader#female reader smut#smut#black butler smut#kuroshitsuji smut#edward midford smut#edward midford x reader#black butler x reader#kuroshitsuji x reader
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SUN X READER
Light Romance
(From?. Another Writing Account I Have. I’ll Link It Someday Lol.)
CUTE WITH KIDS!
You were currently propped up against the security desk watching your crush...Sun, of course is the only other "Adult" in the daycare.
You weren't really sure why they gave you this job, Sun definitely had it all handled...
But you weren't complaining, you never thought that you'd have a crush on an animatronic but when Sun flashed that friendly smile and then always offered to help with everything even the tiniest thing well...Anyone would fall for the guy, he was so much better than any other guy.
You sighed to yourself wondering if it was only because maybe he was just programmed to be that way, maybe his creator was like him but not actually him himself...the thought of that made you extremely depressed.
You stifled a smile as you heard a couple of children practically begging Sun for a few more minutes on a game they liked to call "Monkey Time" Where they climbed him like a jungle gym, you stared lovingly at Sun trying not to think any inappropriate thoughts, after all, there were children present. (Lol).
Suddenly you felt a tug at your pants, Looking down you felt your face heat up a bit hoping the child didn't see that.
The child smiled up at you, a mischievous smile.
"Are you in love with Mr Sun. You seem to be staring up at him an awful lot today"
The child asked in a teasing manner.
You gave a nervous smile.
"What?. Me in love with the daycare attendant?. Absolutely not, no way- that's...that's gross."
The child was not buying it.
They ran off playfully pointing at you, and yelling as loud as they could.
"(Y/n) loves sun!. (Y/n) loves Sun!."
They said in a sing song tune ~
Sun looked over at you with a tint of red plastered across his cheeks?.
You should your head and looked down to the desk.
*No, there's no way he likes me right?. He is a robot...*
You thought.
Suddenly a tap was heard on the side of the desk, you looked over and your face flushed (probably bright red) with embarrassment!.
It was Suns hand!.
You looked up, eyes widening, his face was just a couple inches away from yours, you had forgotten how close Sun would get with others, you tried to tell yourself that this was nothing, just to calm down.
“Do you really love me (Y/n) and remember No Lying In The Daycare.” He heavily emphasized, pointing a finger at you.
You couldn’t help but stifle a smile at how cute he was when it came to the daycare rules.
Your smile faded and a frown was plastered on your face.
“Well (Y/n) do you love me or not?. That little kid seems to think so, they told me you admire me from afar…is that true (Y/n)?.”
You blinked in surprise.
*So he does know what that means*
You thought.
You sigh and take grabs Suns hand, he stops pointing at you and looks to the hand and back to you as if impatiently waiting for something…
“Well?.” He asked once more.
“Yes sun I suppose what I feel…would be…I think it would go under love so…yes Sun I do.”
You said awkwardly, you had never said love before to anyone so this was an odd feeling for you.
Suns rays perked up hearing this, he pulled you out from behind the security desk and hugged you tightly.
“Do you really mean that?.”
He practically shouted.
Leaning down he started to whisper in your ear.
“I’ve been waiting so long to hear that!. I’ve loved you for a very long time friend!. But I didn’t want you to run away!.”
He pulled away looking a bit sad.
You gave a sympathetic look, wrapping your arms around his shoulders you smiled sweetly.
“I would never run away, I will never run way.”
You heavily clarified and Sun hugged you even tighter making you laugh, the kids all started making “oooo” sounds.
“Sun has a girlfriend!”
They all mused in the previous sing song tune.
The two of you stopped hugging each other.
You directed your attention to the kids now.
“Teasing is mean.”
You playfully looked at Sun.
“Don’t you think we should remind these kids of the rules my Dear Sun?.”
You smiled mischievously.
Sun caught onto the game and smiled even brighter.
“(Y/n) has a point children, you must be punished.”
Sun said surprising giggles.
You and Sun start running after the kids as they run away screaming.
“Let’s see who can last the longest without getting caught.”
You and Sun laughed again loving this job.
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Doing Ekko's Face Paint
A loud alarm rang out, Ekko groaned as he hit the button to switch it off. He sat up and turned his head to see you still asleep.
"Y/n, come on. We have to get up." He nudged you, laughing as you swatted at his hand.
"Go away."
"Not an option." Ekko said, getting up and rubbing his eyes. "Why the hell is it so early?" You muttered, looking out the window to see it was very early.
6:00 AM, the clock read.
"I'm not doing this shit." You laid back into bed, trying to go back asleep before groaning as Ekko took away the blanket.
"You really suck as a sleeping partner." You told him, giving him a side eye as he chuckled.
"Okay, I'll make you a deal." He stated, you closed your eyes and hummed in acknowledgement.
"You get up, and you get to do my facepaint."
You sat up in bed, Ekko never let you do his face paint because last time you did, you guys just ended up having a mini war with it.
"Why didn't you lead with that?" You asked, getting out of bed immediately and basically running to the bathroom.
Ekko was shocked, he had never seen someone move so fast in his life. Especially when they had just woken up.
He followed after you, walking into the bathroom to see you sit yourself on the counter.
He was still sleepy himself so he stood in front of your legs, leaning his hands on the counter beside your legs as you opened the little paint tin.
"Okay, stop smiling." You told him, Ekko trying his best not to smile as you began putting the paint on his nose.
"Ekko, you're gonna crack it!" You laughed as Ekko made a weird face, smiling while crossing his eyes to see his nose.
"How could I not? You crack me up." Ekko jokes, purposefully making a bad joke to make you cringe. He has done that since you guys were kids.
"Please. Never. Say that. Again." You said, holding his face in your hand. He then gave you a weird look, having an idea as you were putting the face paint on his forehead.
With a loud 'Mwah!' Sound he gave you a kiss so he could put his forehead to your, getting face paint on you.
"Ekko!" You laughed, Ekko giving you a mischievous look before his jaw dropped as you smeared the paint on him.
"Really? That's how it is?" He asked, smiling as you smugly nodded.
"Okay then." He got some paint and smeared it on your face, laughing at your shocked look.
"Hey, we're matching." He said, you raised an eyebrow before turning to the mirror and bursted out laughing as you saw he had smeared the face paint on your cheek.
"How is this matching?" You asked, Ekko shrugging.
"I hate you." You joked, Ekko smiled lovingly. "I love you too." He then wiped the makeup off of your face with a small rag.
You returned the favor before actually putting the paint on his face.
"There. Now we don't look ridiculous." He nodded, checking out the paint in the mirror.
"Well, me. You still look weird." He looked back at you, your devious face smiling before you yelped as he threw you over his shoulder.
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DOING EKKO'S FACE PAINT
(Yo! Sorry if this one sucks, may rewrite it soon but enjoy!)
A loud alarm rang out, Ekko groaned as he hit the button to switch it off. He sat up and turned his head to see you still asleep.
"Y/n, come on. We have to get up." He nudged you, laughing as you swatted at his hand.
"Go away."
"Not an option." Ekko said, getting up and rubbing his eyes. "Why the hell is it so early?" You muttered, looking out the window to see it was very early.
6:00 AM, the clock read.
"I'm not doing this shit." You laid back into bed, trying to go back asleep before groaning as Ekko took away the blanket.
"You really suck as a sleeping partner." You told him, giving him a side eye as he chuckled.
"Okay, I'll make you a deal." He stated, you closed your eyes and hummed in acknowledgement.
"You get up, and you get to do my facepaint."
You sat up in bed, Ekko never let you do his face paint because last time you did, you guys just ended up having a mini war with it.
"Why didn't you lead with that?" You asked, getting out of bed immediately and basically running to the bathroom.
Ekko was shocked, he had never seen someone move so fast in his life. Especially when they had just woken up.
He followed after you, walking into the bathroom to see you sit yourself on the counter.
He was still sleepy himself so he stood in front of your legs, leaning his hands on the counter beside your legs as you opened the little paint tin.
"Okay, stop smiling." You told him, Ekko trying his best not to smile as you began putting the paint on his nose.
"Ekko, you're gonna crack it!" You laughed as Ekko made a weird face, smiling while crossing his eyes to see his nose.
"How could I not? You crack me up." Ekko jokes, purposefully making a bad joke to make you cringe. He has done that since you guys were kids.
"Please. Never. Say that. Again." You said, holding his face in your hand. He then gave you a weird look, having an idea as you were putting the face paint on his forehead.
With a loud 'Mwah!' Sound he gave you a kiss so he could put his forehead to your, getting face paint on you.
"Ekko!" You laughed, Ekko giving you a mischievous look before his jaw dropped as you smeared the paint on him.
"Really? That's how it is?" He asked, smiling as you smugly nodded.
"Okay then." He got some paint and smeared it on your face, laughing at your shocked look.
"Hey, we're matching." He said, you raised an eyebrow before turning to the mirror and bursted out laughing as you saw he had smeared the face paint on your cheek.
"How is this matching?" You asked, Ekko shrugging.
"I hate you." You joked, Ekko smiled lovingly. "I love you too." He then wiped the makeup off of your face with a small rag.
You returned the favor before actually putting the paint on his face.
"There. Now we don't look ridiculous." He nodded, checking out the paint in the mirror.
"Well, me. You still look weird." He looked back at you, your devious face smiling before you yelped as he threw you over his shoulder.
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A Little One of Our Own
Pairings: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x reader
Summary: After looking after Bradley for the weekend Pete and the reader decide they might be ready to start a family of their own.
Warnings: contains smut, 18+
Thank you so much to @callsign-phoenix for proofreading for me.
“Bradley Bradshaw, you come back here right now,” you called, chasing after the little blond-haired boy as he evaded your grasp and dashed into the living room just as Pete came through the door.
“Uncle Mav! Uncle Mav!” The little boy shouted, throwing his small frame into Pete’s arms. He lifted the little boy with ease, spinning him around as the room was filled with squeals and laughter. You watched the two of them play, Pete tickling Bradley’s stomach as the little boy giggled, trying to wriggle from his grip. “No Uncle Mav! It tickles,” he exclaimed, pulling away from your husband and running back towards you, where you caught him. “Come on you, it’s bath time. You can’t see your mum and dad tomorrow being all stinky, can you?” The little boy giggled, shaking his head. You lifted Bradley onto your hip and moved over to greet your husband, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Pete smiled at you lovingly as he watched you wrestling with the little boy.
“Dinner is in the oven, Love. I just need to bathe this little rascal and get him to bed and then we can eat.”
“Ok Darling. There’s no rush.” He gave you a soft smile before you turned and headed to the bathroom.
After his bath, Bradley insisted on Uncle Mav reading him a bed-time-story. Pete was more than happy to oblige, taking great pride in his children’s bed-time-story voices.
By the time Bradley had finally gone to sleep, you had served dinner and you and your husband ate peacefully, chatting about your days. Pete helped you clear up the plates and as you were washing them up he wrapped his arms around you, caressing your hips and pressing delicate kisses along your neck. You relaxed into his touch and he spun you around, kissing you deeply. The plates were completely forgotten and he lifted you onto the counter, standing between your legs and continuing the assault on your neck. You groaned and began running your hands up his back and into his dark locks. “Pete,” you groaned as you felt his hard length press against your heated core through his thick jeans. “Pete please,” you groaned as you felt him fiddling with the waistband of your trousers. “Not out here. What if Bradley wakes up, or Carole and Goose come back early?”
“Well how about we move this through to the bedroom then, Mrs Mitchell?”
“I think that could work,” you squealed in delight as your husband hoisted you into his arms and carried you down the corridor to the bedroom. He set you down on the bed and turned to close the bedroom door. You grinned at your husband as he removed his white shirt, watching the muscles of his chest ripple under his tanned skin. “Like what you see, Love,” he laughed, as he watched you wet your lips.
“Maybe I do,” you retorted, reaching out and grabbing the waistband of his jeans and pulling him towards you. You grabbed his face, pulling him down for a rough kiss. He knelt on the bed, leaning over you and fumbling with your shirt, yanking it over your head, before kissing over your collarbone. He kissed down your chest to your stomach, setting a trail of kisses along the line of your trousers. He looked up at you, silently asking to remove your trousers.
“Yes Pete, please,” you moaned and you felt him swiftly undoing them, pulling them down to your knees before doing the same with your underwear. You sighed as Pete began kissing up the soft flesh of your thigh. You could feel the heat growing between your legs as your husband continued trailing kisses closer to your centre. You groaned when Pete stopped and moved up to kiss your lips. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans and ran your hand over him, causing Pete to hiss through his teeth. You smirked at him mischievously, continuing to palm him through his trousers. “God Love, if you keep that up much longer I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Then don’t, Baby.”
Pete crashed his lips into yours again and you felt his hand dancing its way back to your centre. You felt his fingers running up and down your folds, causing shocks of pleasure to wash over you. You were a moaning mess within minutes, feeling the wetness between your legs and down your thighs. Incoherent sentences fell from your mouth in pleas.
“Pete… oh god please, Pete.” You could feel the coil tightening in your belly as the pleasure built up. You were so close and Pete knew it, inserting his index finger into you while continuing to circle your clit with his thumb.
“God Pete I’m…” a strangled moan left your throat, your nails racking down Pete’s back as you rode out your orgasm. Pete hugged you close as you came down from your high, gently rubbing your oversensitive clit and peppering your skin with soft kisses. Your hands roamed over his bare back, tracing the scratch marks you had just left on his flesh. You were both so engrossed in each other that you didn’t hear the front door open and close, your friends’ voices as they made their way up the corridor or the sound of them opening the door. You were brought back to your senses when Goose shrieked. You both jumped, Pete jumped off of you, wrapping the sheets around both your naked frames as he blinked in confusion. “Goose?” That’s when you heard Carole’s voice.
“What’s wrong, honey?” She pushed past Goose who was leaning against the doorframe, grinning foolishly.
“Oh, my days. I’m so sorry, we didn’t know you’d be… Umm well, you know. We managed to get an early flight back and I just wanted to see my baby boy. Has he been good?” She rambled, anxiously standing in the doorway.
“Umm yeah, Bradley’s been fine, Carole.”
“Good as gold,” Pete added, you could feel him wriggle beside you and you noticed that he was still very hard beneath the white sheets.
“Umm Carole, could you maybe give us a minute to get dressed and then we’ll be right out, ok?” You smiled at Carole sympathetically as her face dropped slightly, she was so desperate to see her little boy.
“Of course, we’ll be in the kitchen.” She scurried out, leaving Goose standing in the doorway. He laughed, “so one weekend with Bradley and you're at it like rabbits for your little one. Never thought you’d have it in you, Mav.”
“Piss off, Goose,” Mav glared at him.
“That’s no way to talk to the best RIO in the Navy.” He grumbled dramatically but then smiled at the pair of you. “You guys would make great parents.” He shut the door and you heard his voice carrying down the corridor after his wife.
You slumped back against the pillows with a sigh, looking up at your husband.
“He’s not wrong, you know. We did a pretty good job with Bradley this weekend. Maybe we should have a little one of our own.” Pete said, laying down next to you and tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
“You mean that? You want to try for a baby.” You asked, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. You had always wanted to be a mother but you understood Pete’s reasons against children with his job.
“Of course, I mean it, love. I want to start a little family of our own. You’ll be an amazing mother and I'd like to think I’d make a good dad too.”
“You’ll be a wonderful father, Pete, I just know it.” You leaned in and placed a soft kiss against his lips. “I love you, Pete Mitchell.”
“I love you too, (y/n) Mitchell.”
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In love, once.
He’s standing right in front of him right now, after so long he cannot remember the last time they saw each other eye to eye. The boy he once loved so much is looking at him and he feels the air around him vanishing, the memories haunting him like he’s fifteen again, like he’s there, in the middle of the court hearing him say he did not love him, say he lied, say it was never real to begin with.
“Thank you for agreeing to meet me here today, Shintarou”, Akashi finally speaks, breaking the horrendous silence between them. “I was not sure you would”, it’s a confession, he knows, that should not be taken lightly, but at this point he can’t really believe anything he says.
“Did I have a choice?”, he asks, and the other laughs softly. “What do you want to talk about, Akashi? I don’t have too much time, Kazu is waiting for me”.
Kazu, of course. Kazu said with a softness that never belonged to him. Kazu said lovingly, carefully. Kazu, not Sei, not anymore.
“Of course, I understand”, the boy nods. “I wanted…I mean, I know we did not end things on the best terms”.
“We? I don’t think we did anything”, he says in an accusatory tone.
“Yes, you are right”, Seijurou admits, trying to keep things as civil as he can. “I did not end things on the best terms. I wanted to talk about that because, as you know, you are very important to me”, he sighs, asphyxiated. “And I know what I did, the things I said, were…cruel, but I must assure you they were not true”.
“What is the point of this?”, Shintarou asks, not confused, but certainly a little bit lost. After all, this is a part of Akashi he didn’t know; from the regret in his voice to the way he’s standing, he barely recognizes the person in front of him. “It’s been long enough, and you know I’m not a person that holds to old grudges”.
“Yes, I see you…walked it off quite quickly”, he regrets it as soon as he says it.
“Seriously?”, the tone is no longer accusatory, because he knows he doesn’t mean he healed the wounds or easily understood he was sick and didn’t really mean what he said. Akashi is talking about Takao. He’s talking about how fast he got replaced, how quickly Takao put his mischievous hands on Midorima’s heart. “You broke up with me, Akashi. You did that, not me. I had all the right to put my life back together and build something good, something better for myself”.
“I know”.
“No, I don’t think you do”, he shakes his head. “I think you truly believe I’m the bad one”.
“I do not think that, Shintarou”.
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”Akashi doesn’t know what look he has on his face, or how deformed his expression is. “Why are you looking at me like I’m the one to blame for what happened?”
“I’m not trying to”.
“You have no right to judge me for moving on”, Midorima doesn’t mean to sound as furious as he does, but there is a part of him that simply can’t stand the idea of Akashi turning things around to his advantage.
“I don’t”, he says quickly. “I don’t, I swear. Shintarou, I regret what I did. It haunts me terribly to know that I hurt you in the way I did, but I was sick, out of myself. You must know I was lying”.
“How could I possibly believe you now?”, the shooter almost yells. “You were my best friend and suddenly everything was a…everything was an act to control me, to keep me in line”.
“It wasn’t”.
“You said it was”.
“Shintarou, you are my best friend”, Akashi is almost begging, but Midorima is too angry to hear that in his voice. “We were real. We meant something. It was never an act. You must know that. You must understand me…”
“Listen”, he tries to calm himself down. “I know you didn’t mean to say the things you said, I understand why you did the things you did, and you know that if I’m here…it's because I care about you. You are, sadly, one of my best friends and I have no intention to lose that, but you can’t expect me to not…”, he can’t breathe. “You told me you never loved me, Akashi. You stood there, in front of all the people that matter to me, and told me you didn’t love me, that it was never…real, that I meant nothing to you. And sometimes…sometimes I look at you and that’s all I see”.
“I did love you”. I do love you. “I am not asking you to forgive me, or to understand. I am not resentful of your relationship with Takao. I am glad you are not alone”.
“You left me”.
“I know”.
“You left me, and I didn’t know what to do”
“I’m sorry”.
“YOU HUMILIATED ME. IN FRONT OF ALL OF OUR FUCKING FRIENDS”, he yells. “YOU LET THEM SEE AS YOU RIPPED APART EVERYTHING WE WERE. YOU EXPOSED ME AS A STUPID, RIDICULOUS IDIOT WHO WAS DUMB ENOUGH TO BELIEVE I MEANT SOMETHING TO YOU”.
There is no way to defend himself from what Midorima is saying. He has no excuses to give him, no answers he can offer for him to be forced to forgive him for the things he did and said back then. It’s not fair, he knows, for him to ask what he’s asking right now, he threw knives back then that Shintarou didn’t know were coming, he set on fire their entire relationship, Every kiss, every touch, every night talking on the phone for hours; nothing matter by the time Akashi finished talking that day.
And Midorima is standing here now simply because he���s a good person, a good friend; he’s talking to him, giving him a chance to explain, because he’s not the type of boy to not give second chances to the people he loves. Seijurou knows he loves him still, maybe not like he did before, maybe not in love but must certainly as a friend.
“I’m sorry”.
“I know”, he finally sighs. “I know you are, Akashi”.
“I can’t thank you enough for giving me another chance, an opportunity to…not fix, but rebuild what we were”.
“We are never going to be what we were back then”, Shintarou clarifies rapidly. “That’s over”.
“I didn’t mean it like that”, Akashi shakes his head. “I meant all of you. The whole team has been more than understanding with me. All of you have allowed me back into your lives with little to no questions asked, and I am forever thankful for it”.
“We are your friends, Akashi. Why wouldn’t we?”.
Friends.
Yes. Friends. Nothing more. He made sure of that.
#knb#knb headcanon#kuroko no basket#knb headcanons#generation of miracles#gom#midorima shintarou#akashi seijurou#fanfic#akamido fanfic#past akamido#akamido
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Hello Jax and Midnight, I'd like to take my chance with another question, if I may.
Which human custom did you come to like the most, which the least?
Maybe I should have waited until the year was full. 🙈
But almost full will have to do.😅
I never forgot, I kept taking notes, and I was never satisfied.
There had to be a moment when they could speak for themselves. Now they did. And it doesn't matter if I'm satisfied, because even if I wasn't, they wouldn't answer any differently.
Have fun with the dragons.🐉🐉
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Midnight and Jax looked at each other thoughtfully, seemingly disagreeing on who should begin. Jax shrugged and began to speak to his friend in a majestic, deep voice, accompanied by a humorous tone that didn't quite fit. "There are more traditions and customs among the human folks of Golarion than there are grains of sand in the world. Some seem reasonable, others utterly ridiculous. I don't know where to begin."
"I don't think it's about you listing all the ridiculous customs, darling. It's about what you like and don't like about living among humans," Midnight said, lovingly trying to put his partner on the right track.
"How should I answer that, I don't really have a comparison. I've been living with Tishlia and Dae ever since I joined them. I have to admit that they have some… rather peculiar customs. But I've never lived among dragons after my time in the egg, except for you, so what should I compare it to? You had a different life before, you do this, what was it like for you to move to the humans?"
"It was confusing, after years alone, Lia was not only my first human contact, but my first contact in a long time. It took a while before I really dared to interact with others. It was only after a few years that we began to visit the small villages in the surrounding area from time to time. I had read a lot, and she told me so much about life in the city that I thought I was well prepared." The dark blue curls bounced with his gentle laugh. "That was such a fallacy." With a dreamy smile, he looked down, seemingly lost in a pleasant thought.
Carefully, Jax intertwined his fingers with his lover's and kissed the back of his hand, pulling him back from the memories he had allowed to carry him away.
"Sorry, I was miles away."
"You couldn't miss it. Lost in your thoughts, you're beautiful, but I'm afraid our guest won't get the desired answers this way, my love." He pulled Midnight closer, sliding his lips over his temple and began to nibble his way down to his lips until he was pushed back fiercely by a hand on his chest.
"No one will get any answers this way either! Sit still and be a good dragon." Midnight's eyes twinkled like the stars in the night sky, but the endearing expression on his face made the rejection seem half-hearted.
Jax kept a mischievous grin on his face and his fingers never stopped playing with Midnight's hand, who took a deep breath and continued speaking.
"Where were we? Ah yes … the fallacy of preparation. I knew a lot about religions, politics, too much about warfare, everything you can read in books. Thanks to Lia, I also knew a little about interpersonal relationships, but even that didn't prepare me for everything.
I didn't notice it at first, but when I looked closer, a lot of things seemed completely wrong and almost insane.
I've seen people pull living flowers out of paths and walls and say it has to be clean, but then they take cut dead flowers and put them on the freshly cleaned table. How can that not confuse me?
When they climb a mountain, they all talk about the great view, but they prefer to live between stone walls, in semi-darkness with tiny windows.
Food is eaten at certain times of the day instead of just eating when you are hungry.
Fresh bread is only available in the morning. Wine is drunk in the evening. But if you don't get up until the middle of the day, you still have breakfast.
But these are small things, what confused me the most were the relationships between people.
Lia and I had been so close for a long time, and I took a lot of touching and embracing for granted when she was around.
The first thing I had to understand was that friendship can take many forms and that public displays of affection are not always appropriate for friends.
It took me a long time to understand when it was appropriate to show affection and when it was not. It was hurtful. It's gotten a lot nicer since the four of us live here, we just don't care anymore and do what we want."
Midnight noticed the movement next to him and intercepted Jax's second hand before it could reach his thigh.
"That wasn't meant as a carte blanche for you, because it's not appropriate now, so keep your hands to yourself, golden boy." Pouting, Jax pulled back a little, seeming to soften his partner's heart, who kissed him briefly before continuing his report.
"But there were worse things, things that horrified me. Some of them still do.
There are people who smile in each other's faces and then turn around and say the worst things about each other. There are people who would rather throw bread away than give it to someone who is hungry. People who turn their backs on the elderly or disabled and call them a burden. Or those who love their children, but when a child is hungry and begging on the street, they mercilessly chase it away. Such moments were very frightening and made me doubt if I could really live like this in the long run.
Lia had to do a lot of work with me to show me that there are good things.
But in the end, they really do exist. I have seen how people stick together in times of trouble. How they help each other even when they don't like each other.
But what impressed me the most is that they are able to rethink their opinions, to go new ways, to grow beyond themselves, which is something I would deny most dragons to this day."
"You haven't exactly been quick to rethink your opinion of me." A challenging grin appeared on Jax's face.
"You were this stubborn guy, obsessed with prophecies and the infallibility of gold dragons. Besides, you were always trying to keep me on the 'right path'. It was up to you to discover new ways and grow beyond yourself. After you did that, I gave in pretty quick, didn't I?"
Smiling, Jax got to his feet, brushed his silver hair out of his face, and extended an inviting hand to his partner.
"I think you've answered the question sufficiently. You know what's a really nice human custom that I really enjoy with you? A tub full of warm water, foam, and rose petals."
An endearing laugh filled the room. "If you want to start with those things, I can add more to the list, music, dancing, reading, there's a lot I wouldn't want to do without."
"Stop it Milan, I've shared you long enough. But if you add a bottle of wine, it sounds like a worthwhile way to end the day."
With one hand he pulled Midnight out of the chair, close enough to his side to wrap an arm around his waist. His eyes fell on the questioner. His parting words lacked the playful tone with which he had spoken before, and the friendly yet imperious tone of his voice inspired awe in all who heard it.
"It is not often that someone asks for our opinion, or rather that someone dares to ask for it. I'm sure this conversation will keep Midnight and me talking until late this evening. I'm also relieved that we didn't end up discussing the attitudes and deepest secrets of our friends, because then this conversation would have been over in a flash. That means this doesn't have to be goodbye forever. See you again, dear curious guest, it has been a pleasure."
Smiling, Migdnight waved goodbye, then let himself be led out of the room, snuggling close to the strong shoulder.
#“sorry it took a long time” is not really adequate#hope you remember asking the question ^^#thank you for your infinite patience <3#pathfinder wrath of the righteous#midnight x jax
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Tranquility
Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Female Reader
Genre: Smut and Fluff
Word Count: 938
Rating: 18+
Warnings: mentions of stress, tickling, oral (f receiving), breast play, mentions of blood (just on lips)
A/N: My dear Liv @horanghoe , sorry this took forever-it always takes me forever these days. But I hope this comfort smut Hoshi is what you wanted! Ily!~Bee
Soonyoung was sitting on the couch when you flung the door open to your shared apartment with a bit of a huff, your feet pulling you to flop on the couch next to him. He looked at you, recognizing the telltale signs of you having a rough day at work. More than anything, he loved to make you happy and would do what he could to achieve that. “Everything okay, baby?” he asked, his voice light but concerned.
“I’m just tired,” you responded, not wanting to explain everything.
“Well, you’re home with me now. You can relax,” he said, hoping that would reassure you. He then cuddled closer to you, giving you a slight poke in the side. He was met with a small glare. “Come on, Y/N,” he said, tickling you a little. This elicited a small grin from you before you pretended to still be upset. “I saw that!” he exclaimed before reaching over to tickle both of your sides.
Your giggles and squeals started to ring throughout the apartment, Soonyoung’s breathy laugh joining in when you started to tickle him back. Finally you were tired and gasping for breath. He looked at you affectionately and with something else in his gaze. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he smiled and said, “should we continue releasing your stress another way?”
Your eyebrow raised as he got up from the couch, taking you by the hand and pulling you down the hall with him. You were pulled into your shared bedroom that was decorated in all different shades of blue from the curtains to the bed sheets.
Soonyoung sat on the edge of the bed, continuing to bring you closer to him so that you were standing in front of him. He held both of your hands and looked up at you lovingly and mischievously. You leaned forward, capturing his lips and that mischievous smile with yours.
He slowly fell backwards to lay on the bed, bringing you on top of him as you continued to make out. He sprinkled kisses on your nose and your cheeks, making you giggle before moving to nip at your neck. He sucked at the spot above your shoulder bone, making you gasp and involuntary buck against him.
“Hit a sensitive spot, did I?” he asked, cheekily. You bit your lip and nodded before he slipped his hands under the hem of your shirt, pushing it up enough to reveal your bra. He reached behind you, unhooking the stop. You gave a sigh of relief after your breasts were free from constriction. Soonyoung tossed your bra aside and palmed your soft flesh, using his thumbs to harden your nipples to stiff peaks. He may have been intense when dancing but during sex he was slow and gentle, methodical even.
You hadn’t realized it, but he had moved you to his side switching your positions so that he was now the one on top of you. He had one main goal tonight and it was to satisfy you, to relieve your stress. Once he made sure you were fully under him, he unzipped your skirt and slowly pulled it over your hips and off your legs. You laid in front of him, only in underwear and his eyes studying you softly. He brushed your bangs from your forehead before kissing your neck once more.
He kissed down your shoulder, your chest, over your stomach before stopping and paying extra attention to the top of your hip bone. You squeaked as he hit a ticklish spot (which wasn’t hard since you were ticklish everywhere) and Soonyoung took that opportunity to pause, pulling your underwear off. A few seconds later and his warm breath was playing against your clit, making you squirm more than when he was tickling you.
His mouth latched onto your sensitive bud and you gasped as he started sucking lightly. He expertly circled his tongue and then pushed the wet muscle straight into your core causing you to bite down hard on your bottom lip to hold more gasps in. Soonyoung sucked and licked, and sucked and licked to the point of your teeth drawing blood on your lip. He stopped long enough to bring himself up to you, passing his own lips over the dots of blood that had appeared.
At that point you couldn’t keep the moans in anymore and you murmured, “Soonyoung…”
“What is it, baby?” he asked, toying with you.
“Please, I need you,” you let out.
“Anything for you,” he said, resuming his place down below.
You didn’t think it was possible to orgasm with just someone’s tongue, but tonight Soonyoung was showing you it was absolutely possible. The coil in your stomach was tightening as he licked the center of your wetness, pushing his tongue further into you.
You were trying your best to not come undone, but he was making it very difficult. The heat from your core was spreading up your legs, to your stomach, and to your cheeks making them flush. His tongue was making you feel full, the coil tightening even more.
He latched on one more time, sucking hard enough to make all the blood rush to your bud. The coil finally snapped and you shook as your orgasm racked through you. “Fuck,” you let out. Grabbing fistfulls of Soonyoung’s hair, you rode the highest high.
Your grip loosened and he looked up at you with the sweetest satisfied smile before sleep took over. All stress gone and you were spent. Soonyoung never failed to calm you, to make you be at peace. He was your tranquillity.
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hi! 💕
today i'm offering you a lil oneshot with Lucas from A Plague's Tale!
— pairing: grown-up! magister!lucas x fem!reader (lucas x y/n)
— warnings: none!
— word count: 728
— (!) this one mentions a grown-up Lucas who had already become a magister
— gif credit to the righteous owners
P. S. thinking about writing sth else with Lucas since there isn't much stuff with him. maybe sth more sophisticated? ;) tell me what you guys think!
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"Magister Lucas?"
"Yes?"
"A woman visited. She insisted that I let her through but I told her you were busy."
Lucas turned around, obviously intrigued. "What woman?"
"She had (your hair colour) hair and wore a veil. I can't be certain, but her eyes were of a (your eye colour) colour. Do you know her, sir?"
Lucas chuckles and smiles to himself. "I do. Where is she now?"
"I think she left. Maybe she would come back later?"
"Yeah, she will. In a minute or so."
"What?"
"It's alright. She's.... a friend. Please, let her in if she comes back." Lucas turns back to his desk.
"Of course."
The servant closes the door on their way out. You stand by the wall next to it, lurking in the dark, looking at Lucas with a mischievous smile.
"Busy, magister?"
"Y/n!" Lucas turns to you and reaches you within a second, cupping your face with his hands. "I've missed you. Even though it only was a couple of days." His smile makes your own grow even bigger.
You whisper: "I've missed you too, Lucas," you took his hands in yours and kissed his fingers, "Oh, the burns again? Lucas, love of my life, I told you to be careful with these harsh chemicals."
He laughs. "You know how too much excited I get sometimes."
"Haha, yes, I do."
You two share a swift moment of silence looking into each other's eyes. You both lived for that look. This alone was enough of a reward after long weeks of separation. Not to mention all the other loveful things that came afterwards.
Placing his hand on your cheek, and it felt like it belonged there, he put his lips on top of yours. Which also felt like it was exactly where they belong.
You respond to the kiss so viciously, so lovingly, yet so carefully, being afraid to break the magic that infuses you whenever you are with Lucas. He's definitely a magister for a reason. He makes wonders.
"Lucas..."
"Yes, my love?"
Oh, the voice, the look, the very idea of him are what your heart does not just beat because of, but it's also why it skips a few of those beats.
"The ship is leaving in a few days. Are you sure about the trip?"
"Yes, I really want to go, it's just that... I feel like there is always something else to be done. Something I should research, or... I don't know. I don't feel comfortable leaving all of it behind."
"You're not leaving it behind. We're travelling to Paris, there will be so many opportunities to learn new things for you! Besides, Lucas, you're the youngest magister there is. The genius of alchemy. Mastermind of my heart. Of course, it's going to be all right. It's not like you will forget everything all of a sudden."
"You're right, you're right. You always know the right words to settle me down."
"That's what I do. Have you got a lot to pack up?"
Lucas looks around the room, fighting his impulses to take every little bottle of everything there is.
"Well... I suppose there should be enough of everything in Paris. I'll only take the essentials."
"Good. I should also pack some of my belongings. How about... We finish with yours here and then go to my place?"
"Sound very good to me."
***
While waking across the peer, you and Lucas cherished the last minutes of the town you met in. The town where it all began for both of you. And you really couldn't hide the excitement that prevailed in you before the journey.
"Can you believe it? We're actually going to Paris! The centre of all France!" You exclaimed, not even trying to subside your enthusiasm.
Lucas smiled at you, readjusting the bag on his shoulders. "Yes! We're going to be there in no time. Just imagine what kinds of things you can find there!"
"Yes! Maybe there is some jewellery from China? I heard Chinese women have the loveliest kinds of bijouterie!"
"There should be. There must be a lot of what we can unravel in this city. Paris is the heart of the whole country!"
That was the beginning of your journey together. You two explored the whole city, just you and Lucas. It was something to be remembered long years after. It was all worth it.
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a/n: must say, Requiem broke my heart in lots of ways. writing this felt like a balm. felt like Lucas deserved some (a lot of) admiration.
i love him 😭😭
#lucas a plague's tale#lucas a plague's tale: innocence#lucas a plague's tale: requiem#a plague's tale: innocence#a plague's tale: requiem#lucas a plague tale x reader#lucas x reader#lucas x y/n#lucas a plague's tale x y/n
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cuddling with klitzy~ ༉‧₊
warning(s): mentions of sexual content, uses of pet names, jealous!reader
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The sheets shuffled against each other as you slid under them and into the warm, comforting arms of your boyfriend, Tim Klitz. He might have been somewhat of a so called "pornstar", especially after his appearance in the infamous sexual education video that went viral a few years back, but you didn't care. He was yours, and yours only.
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He yawned; his long fingers grazed circles around your bare back beneath your shirt. "I don't wanna do anything today. Just laying here with you is enough time well spent." Klitz muttered in your ear groggily. You eyed up at him, your head buried in his chest. "Well, we have to go to the store at some point, Klitzy. We have nothing to eat." He scoffed and rolled his eyes dismissively, "Come on, I'll do it later, I promise. Can't a guy snuggle up with his partner every once and a while?"
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You stared at him sharply. "If I said I'll give you head afterward, you would've done it right then and there." Klitz's emerald green eyes widened in pure embarrassment. He pushed his oval shaped glasses back up against his nose before he stuttered, "What? Why would you need to— No I wouldn't!" You smirked, admiring his shocked expression as heat swelled up against his pale face.
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Before Klitz had the chance to bicker any more about your teasing, you sat up, a gentler smile replaced the mischievous prior. Klitz's voice cracked as he asked, "What are you doing?" His eyebrows furrowed in a worried manner. You giggled. "Be patient, sweetie." Klitz's Adam's apple bobbed at the sudden pet name. He shut his eyes tightly, prepared for impact.
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You trailed your thumb against his jaw; it traced into a perfect "L" . "You're so pretty, Klitz, do you know that?" You watched as his face grew hotter and redder. "Well, not until April said I was cute, no. But thanks, babe." He stammered awkwardly. You shook your head in adoration. Your hand then traveled up his rosy cheeks and around his forehead until you combed your fingers through Klitz's bangs, moving them out of the way. He shivered under your touch. "Hey..." He protested. You ignored him, then placed a peck on his forehead.
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Klitz finally opened his eyes and gave you that goofy little grin that you've always loved. "Wow... that was way more wholesome than I expected it to be." You raised an eyebrow. "What were you expecting?" He froze. "Um—" You rolled your eyes and laid back down in his lap. "Don't answer that." He sighed in relief and wrapped his arms back onto your waist. You practically melted at the gesture.
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The two of you just relaxed there, in each other's embrace, until you asked, "You like me more than all those other.. people right?" Klitz looked down at you, disconcerted. "Of course I do, those people, they're my coworkers, babe. What I said about April earlier was me just admitting that I'm kind of an insecure loser who needs validation." He waited for a response from you, but it didn't come. "But yeah, I wouldn't be dating you if I liked any of them more."
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Klitz reached downward to cup your cheeks, and without hesitation, you let him. He gazed lovingly into your beautiful eyes, seeming to take you in. Then, he placed a sweet, tender kiss on your lips, quick, but passionate. You both exchanged warm grins before pulling each other into a nice bear hug. You nestled your head into the crook of Klitz's neck and laughed breathlessly through your nose. He squeezed you closer to him and whispered softly, "I don't just like you, I love you, babe. I'm yours, and yours only."
#paul dano#paul dano x you#paul dano x reader#klitz fanfic#tim klitz#klitz fluff#klitz x reader#klitz x you#klitzy#drabble#drabbles#danonation
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