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fushiguro-megloomy · 9 months

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home run

a/n: It's finally hereee, baseball player megumi!! 100% took inspo from @withthegraceofthewind 's post here !! I wanted to have this out yesterday but I had such writers block whaaa. i hope you all like it ✧˖°.✧ mwah mwah xoxox // / photos are not mine, check masterlist description for header & banner credits synopsis: you and megumi have been dating a few months when he takes up baseball, and his uniform is just looking a little too good wc: 6.2k i cannot write short things for the life of me lmaoo okay bye. tags: AFAB!reader x baseballplayer!megumi warnings: 18+ only!! not proof read. slightly soft dom megumi, use of sir, good girl, princess, pretty girl etc.. light spanking, hair pulling, very light bdsm, face fucking, use of toys- anyways you get it!!!

“Baseball?”

You asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow to your boyfriend before he’s slumping down next to you on the couch at your apartment. “I didn’t take you for a sports person.”

His eyebrows knit together for a moment before he replied. "Yeah, it's a bit surprising," he admits, "but I didn't have much of a choice. Gojo-sensei practically dragged me into it."

You chuckle, imagining the eccentric sorcerer strong-arming Megumi into joining a college baseball team. "I can totally see that," you say, shaking your head playfully. "Knowing Gojo, he can be pretty persuasive."

Megumi nods, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Persuasive is one way to put it," he says, amusement lacing his voice. "More like relentless. But I have to admit, it's not as bad as I thought it would be."

You raise an eyebrow, curious. "Oh, really? So you're enjoying it?" you ask, a hint of teasing in your tone.

He glances at you, his gaze softening. "Well, not as much as spending time with you," he replies, and your heart flutters at his sweet words. "But it's not terrible. Itadori can be a pain in the ass during practice, but the team is fun, and it's nice to be active."

You smile, his hard demeanor might hide it at times, but you've come to understand the depth of his feelings through the little moments like this.

"I'm glad you're having a good time," you say, leaning in to rest your head against his shoulder. “and I can't wait to see your uniform.” you tease, poking his bicep.

Megumi's cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and he glances down at his bicep as it flexes beneath your touch. "Oh, really?" he says, a playful glint in his eyes.

You can't help but giggle, enjoying the banter with him. "Well, can you blame me?" you retort with a mischievous grin. "Seeing my boyfriend all sporty and handsome in a baseball uniform."

He smirks, feigning a bit of reluctance. "Fine, fine," he says, rolling his eyes playfully. " but keep your expectations low."

The sun beat down as you and Nobara made your way to the bleachers.

The warm, dry air wrapped around you, carrying the scent of fresh-cut grass from the baseball field. Excitement buzzed in the atmosphere as the crowd filled the stadium, eager to witness the upcoming game.

As you climbed up the bleachers, you found a comfortable spot with a clear view of the baseball diamond. You couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. You’d offered to come to practice many times to support Megumi, but each time he shooed you off and insisted it wasn’t important.

Nobara plopped down next to you, fanning herself with her hand. "Geez, it's hot out here," she complained, trying to shield her eyes from the sun. "I hope the game is worth the sweat."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Oh, I'm sure it will be," you said, a hint of excitement in your voice.

Nobara grinned mischievously. "Excited to see your man all sweaty and sporty?" she teased, winking at you.

You playfully nudged Nobara, trying to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. "Well, it's not just about that," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "I genuinely want to support him and cheer him on."

Nobara chuckled, knowing you too well to buy your casual response. "Sure, sure," she said with a knowing smile. "But I can't blame you. Hard to resist a man in uniform."

Before you could respond you hear the crowd start to cheer, the moment finally arrived when the team emerged on the field, and your eyes locked onto Megumi. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw him.

Your eyes couldn't help but linger on the details of Megumi's uniform. His normally porcupine-esque hair was tamed down underneath a black cap, although it didn’t stop a few strays from peeking out the sides and back. The tight long sleeved black sports shirt he wore underneath the white jersey emphasized his athletic physique. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow exposing his pale muscular forearms, making your heart skip a beat.

The thin black stripes running up the length of the jersey added a touch of sleekness, making him look even more dashing. You noticed the bold black letters stitched on the back, spelling out "Fushiguro" above the number thirteen. Your jaw dropped slightly ajar, thirteen was your lucky number.

You had shared this little detail with Megumi during one of your late-night talks. At that time, you hadn't thought much of it, just a passing conversation. But seeing him wearing that number now, it felt like he had taken your words to heart and made you a part of his identity on the field. You couldn't help but smile, feeling a deeper bond with him in that moment. It was these little things that made your relationship so special.

But the best part was the pants, you couldn't help but eye him up. The way they hugged him, not too tightly, but when he turned his back towards you, you couldn't help but stare at his-

“Hellooo?!!”

You blinked, snapping out of your momentary daze as Nobara's voice pulled you back to reality, her hand waving in front of your face.

Your cheeks flushed, realizing you had been caught staring. Nobara smirked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "Lost in a daydream, were we?" she said, her tone laced with amusement.

You stammered, trying to find the right words. "I-I... Uh, I was just, you know, admiring how good he looks." you managed to say, feeling a mix of embarrassment and affectionate admiration for Megumi.

Nobara chuckled, nudging you playfully. "Oh, I can tell," she said with a sly grin. "The way you were ogling him, it's written all over your face."

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "I didn't mean to be so obvious," you mumbled, feeling your cheeks grow even hotter.

Nobara laughed, patting your back reassuringly. "Hey, it's nothing to be embarrassed about," she said. "You're just appreciating your boyfriend, and honestly, I can't blame you. He does look pretty damn good in that uniform."

You peeked out from behind your hands, giving her a shy smile. "Yeah, he really does," you admitted, feeling a little more at ease with her playful teasing.

You turned your attention back to the field, where Megumi was scanning the crowd. Your heart fluttered as you made eye contact with him, and a warm smile spread across your face. You waved to him, signaling your presence, and he returned the gesture with a nod and a soft smile. Though he wouldn't admit it himself, his heart soared at the sight of you.

Yuji came into view and threw an arm around Megumi's shoulder, you could see your boyfriend's familiar half-annoyed look. It was a common expression when dealing with Itadori's exuberant antics. Yuji waved enthusiastically to you and Nobara, and you both waved back with equal enthusiasm. His grin was infectious, and it was hard not to be swept up in his spirit.

A whistle called the boys away to the dugout for a final huddle before the game began, Megumi shooting you one last faint smile before joining the others. His team was up to bat second.

As the game began, the excitement in the air was palpable. The players were making their rounds, warming up for their turn on the field. Your eyes followed each of them, but your attention always seemed to gravitate back to Megumi. When it was finally the home team's time to bat you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

Megumi had a blank expression as he prepared to play, but you knew him well enough to see the determination in his eyes. After a few of his teammates he was up to bat next. When Megumi stepped up to the plate, you held your breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. You could feel the tension in the air as everyone watched intently.

The pitcher threw the ball, and with a swift swing, Megumi connected. The crack of the bat echoed through the stadium as the ball soared through the air. Your heart raced as you followed its trajectory, hoping for the best. The ball landed safely in the outfield, and Megumi took off, running with all his might.

The fielders scrambled to retrieve the ball, but it was too late. Megumi reached second base safely, sliding in with a well-executed double. The crowd erupted into cheers as he stood on second base, looking focused and determined. It was an impressive hit, and you could see the pride in his eyes as he stood there, ready for whatever came next.

The game continued, and with each play, you could see the passion and skill that Megumi brought to the field. He was a force to be reckoned with.

You couldn't take your eyes off him as the game continued. The way he moved on the field was captivating, and you found yourself completely enamored with him. Every subtle flex of his muscles, every long stride he took as he ran past the bases, it all had a mesmerizing effect on you. The sweat that formed above his brow only added to his appeal.

Despite the seriousness on his face, you could see the determination in his eyes. As the game progressed, he found himself stealing glances at you whenever he could. He couldn’t help but seek your praise.

As the game reached the seventh inning stretch, the game was nearly tied. Home team was only a point behind. You were filled with excitement at the prospect of a short break. You took the opportunity to make your way down to the field, eager to greet Megumi.

As you approached the dugout, Nobara in toe, you saw him taking a moment to catch his breath. His hair was tousled from the intensity of the game, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. Despite the exhaustion, his eyes lit up when he saw you approaching.

"Hey," you said with a smile, reaching out to wipe a bead of sweat from his brow.

"Hey," he replied, his voice a little breathless but filled with affection.

"How are you feeling?" you asked, concerned about his well-being.

"I'm good," he said, nodding. "It's been a tough game, but we're holding up."

"You're doing great out there," you said, unable to hide the admiration in your voice. "I'm so proud of you, thirteen."

A faint blush dusted his cheeks, and he looked away for a moment, as if trying to collect his thoughts. "Thank you," he finally said, his voice soft.

“She’s also been totally checking you out!” Nobara chimed in from behind you with a taunting grin, causing you to shoot her a glare.

Megumi chuckled at Nobara's playful teasing and glanced at you with a faint smile. "Is that so?" he said, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

You blushed, embarrassment flooding your stomach. "Well, maybe a little," you admitted, playfully nudging Nobara to stop her from adding more fuel to the fire.

Nobara laughed, clearly enjoying herself. "See, I told you! Can't resist a man in uniform, huh?" she said, teasingly nudging you back.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Okay, fine, you caught me," you said, conceding the point.

Megumi's smile widened, and he gave you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder and leaned down to catch your lips against his own. It wasn’t like him to initiate pda but knowing you’d been checking him out from the stands gave him a boost of confidence. The softness of his lips against yours sent a shiver down your spine, and you melted into the gentle kiss. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer, savoring the warmth of his embrace.

Nobara gagged with feigned disgust. "Well, I'll leave you two to your moment," she said, before walking away to catch up with Yuji.

You and Megumi pulled away from the kiss, both of you trying to hide your amused smiles at Nobara's playful interruption. "Such a mood killer," you said, chuckling softly.

Megumi nodded in agreement. "She really knows how to make an exit," he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

As Nobara joined Yuji, they exchanged knowing glances, and you could hear her teasing followed by their laughter about the romantic moment they just witnessed. You turned back to Megumi, a playful glint now hinting in his eyes as he looked at you.

“So you like the uniform that much, huh?” He smirked, pulling you closer by the waist.

You couldn't help but blush at Megumi's playful remark. "Maybe I do," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but the glint in his eyes made your heart race.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Is that so?" he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Well, I can't blame you. I do look pretty good.”

You felt a mixture of amusement and desire as he teased you. "Confident, aren't you?" you said, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

He leaned back slightly, his gaze intense as he looked at you as a smile played on his mouth.

“Well,” You say, your turn to tease. “I have always wanted to get with a baseball player, but only one from a winning team.” Your finger traced down his chest, looking at him through your lashes.

Megumi lips twitched up with a grin, clearly enjoying the playful banter and forgetting to maintain his brooding composure.

"Oh, so you have high standards, huh?" he replied, his voice laced with amusement.

You nodded, feigning seriousness. "Absolutely," you said, playing along. "I can't be seen with just any player. Only the best for me."

Before he could reply the coach called out, and Megumi's playfulness shifted back to his normal straight faced demeanor. The break was over and he was being summoned back to the field. He let out a sigh not wanting his time with you to end, but if you wanted the best player, then that’s what he would be.

He gave you a final squeeze before you returned to the bleachers with Nobara.

As the game neared its nail-biting conclusion, the tension in the stadium reached its peak.

The scoreboard showed a tie of 4-4, and everyone held their breath, anxious to see which team would emerge victorious.

As the clock ticked away, the home team desperately shuffled through players, trying to find the one who could secure that critical extra point. Each attempt came up short, and the pressure mounted with every passing second. Amidst the flurry of emotions, you glanced at Megumi, expecting to see some sign of nerves. But to your surprise, he appeared calm and composed, his demeanor unwavering.

Then, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived. It was Megumi's turn – the final batter. The weight of the game rested on his shoulders, and the stadium seemed to hold its collective breath. Your heart pounded in your chest as you clutched your hands together, unable to tear your eyes away from the field. Nobara stood beside you, equally absorbed in the unfolding drama.

He made his way up and stood at the plate, his expression focused. Before the pitcher threw the ball, Megumi's eyes caught yours, and he winked.

The pitcher wound up, and the ball came hurtling towards Megumi. With precision and strength, he swung the bat, and the ball soared through the air. The stadium went silent as they followed the trajectory of the ball. The outfielders scrambled to catch it, but it was clear that Megumi's hit was a powerful one. The ball sailed far beyond their reach.

It was a home run.

The stadium erupted into cheers, and you jumped to your feet, clapping and cheering with joy.

Nobara cheered beside you, clapping her hands with glee. "That's our boy!" she exclaimed, her excitement matching yours.

Megumi had done it—he had secured victory for his team. You watched as he rounded the bases, a small smile playing on his lips. As he crossed home plate, he was met with cheers and applause from his teammates. They engulfed him and nearly lifted him off the ground, celebrating the hard-fought victory.

You tore your way down to the field, eager to congratulate him personally. As you reached Megumi, he broke away from the team and you couldn't contain your excitement. Without hesitation, you leaped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist, nearly tackling him to the ground. He caught you effortlessly, a surprised but delighted expression on his face. He chuckled, holding you close as you both shared a moment of sheer bliss.

"You were amazing out there!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your enthusiasm. "What was that?!"

He grinned, a mix of pride and something else playing in his eyes. He chuckled, a low and husky sound that sent shivers down your spine. He pulled you even closer, his lips nearly brushing against yours as he whispered,“You said you’d only get with the best players, so”

You gaped, raising an eyebrow. “That was for me?”

His fingers traced delicate patterns on your back, sending a delicious tingling sensation through your body. "Well, I aim to please," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

You leaned back slightly, looking up at him with a sly grin. "And you always hit the mark," you said, your voice dripping with playful innuendo.

He raised an eyebrow, his playful smirk never leaving his lips. He paused for a moment, looking at the team and back to you.

“Let’s get outta here, ya?” he said, his voice low and seductive. His fingers squeeze your hips.

“You don't want to celebrate with the team?” You ask, although you know the answer.

Megumi leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I'd much rather celebrate with you in private." His fingers continued to squeeze you, sending a thrilling shiver through your body.

You couldn't resist the allure in his voice and his dark gaze. The idea of being alone with him, away from the crowd, was enticing.

"I guess the team can handle the celebration without us," you said, your own voice cracking slightly with your own desire.

A sly grin spread across Megumi's face as he heard your response. "That's my girl," he whispered, his lips grazing your earlobe before trailing down to your neck. “Let’s go back to your place.”

His touch sent shivers of anticipation down your spine, and you could feel the heat building between you. Without waiting for another word, he took your hand and led you away from the field, the noise of the crowd fading into the background. You followed him eagerly, your heart pounding with excitement.

You barely make it through the door of your apartment, shoes being kicked off, nearly stumbling over each other as Megumi's lips attack yours. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you kiss him back with equal fervor, his cap falling to the floor while you're lost in the intoxicating taste and feel of him. The smell of sunblock and sweat mixed with his cologne filled your nostrils.

"I've been waiting for this all game," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

You couldn't help but smirk, feeling empowered by the effect you had on him. "Well, I'm glad to know I have that effect on you," you teased, biting your lip playfully.

He growls low in his throat, his eyes smoldering with intensity. "You have no idea," he replied, one of his hands slipping under your shirt.

The sensation of his hands on your skin sent shivers of pleasure through your body, and you let out a soft hum, unable to contain the overwhelming desire that surged within you. Megumi's lips left a trail of fiery kisses along your jawline, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair before yanking your head back, exposing your neck.

You gasped slightly and arched your neck to grant him better access, relishing the feeling. With each kiss, each bite, he marked you as his, leaving an imprint on your skin. Your breath hitched, and a whimper escaped your lips. His growl of approval echoed in your ear.

You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders, urging him closer. Before you could move anymore he peeled back from you, releasing his grip from your hair. His eyes were clouded with lust, cheeks tinted red from the heated encounter.

“Bed. Now.” His voice was low.

His commanding tone sent a rush of excitement down to your core, heat now pooling between your legs. You didn't need to be told twice, quickly making your way to your bedroom and clambering onto the soft top mattress.

Megumi was hot on your tail, quick to climb over you and press you into the mattress with another hungry kiss. Your lips part welcoming his tongue, enveloped by his sweet and salty taste. He settles himself between your legs, hips pressing into you in an attempt to gain a little friction on the growing bulge in his pants. You moan into his mouth and wiggle your hips in tandem, earning a low groan from Megumi's throat.

He pulls away, leaving your lips chasing his for a moment before he pushes you back down flush with the mattress. His hands travel down your body, finding the hem of your shirt. You could feel his fingers graze the bare skin, and a soft gasp escaped your lips, fueling his desire even more.

As if in response to your unspoken plea, Megumi moved his hands upwards, teasingly inching your shirt off your body. Your back arched in response, and with a slow and deliberate movement, he finally pulled your shirt over your head.

You can sense the satisfaction pool behind his hooded gaze to see you weren't wearing a bra, your nipples quickly hardening as the air hit them. His head was fuzzy, swimming is the sight of you beneath him, swollen lips and big doe eyes looking up at him with a near teary expression. He went to undo the buttons of his jersey but your hands gripped over his, halting his movements.

"Leave it on," you plead, your voice coming out weaker than you'd hoped, but you could see the desire in his eyes intensify, an amused smirk playing at his lips.

“Fine, but only if you behave, pretty girl.” He growled, grabbing your wrists and holding them together with one large hand.

You nod fervently as his free hand unclips his belt, yanking it from its loops.

“What do you say?” He snaps, grip tightening on your skin.

“Yes sir!” You chirp, squirming slightly under his touch.

He makes fast work of securing the belt tightly around your wrists.

“Good girl.” He relished in the control he had over you, and the power dynamic between you both fueled you even further. “Stay.”

He lifts himself off the bed in one swift movement, and you bite your lip to keep from protesting watching him intently as he opens your bedside drawer. You feel your stomach flutter when he pulls out the vibrator you have stashed there.

He turns his attention back to you, dropping the toy on the bed beside you, and his hands find your ankles. Before you could protest he was dragging you to the edge of the bed, earning a squeal from your lips. He smirked, hands now running up your legs to find the edge of your bottoms, fingers dipping under the fabric. Your hips lifted in response and he made quick work of discarding the rest of your outfit, save for your underwear, a wet spot now visible from your arousal. You could see the way his pupils dilate, tongue jetting out to wet his lips at the sight.

“God pretty girl, you really do like this uniform, hmm?” He growls, swiping a finger over the wet spot.

Your hips buck instinctively and a gasp escapes your lips, head lulling back into the mattress. A sudden slap to your inner thigh causes you to yelp.

“Answer me princess.” His gaze is crushing, yet his tone is soft, controlled. He looks at you expectantly, long fingers dancing over your now stinging skin.

“Y-yes sir! Couldn't stop watching you all game.” You whine, hips twitching as his fingers trace around your hips, coming dangerously close to your throbbing heat before moving away again.

He hums in response, pushing your thighs apart with one hand before grabbing your bound wrists and placing them above your head. You bite your lip with anticipation, watching his calculated movements as he grabs the vibrator flicking it on to the lowest setting. A dull hum fills the room.

“Keep your arms up for me pretty, and don't close your legs on me either.” Again he spoke with such a cool composure it sent a shiver down your spine.

Before you can respond he presses the vibrator into your clothed pussy and watches as you go slackjaw, eyes rolling back in your head. His dick twitches in his pants, straining against the fabric as his free hand grips the plush of your thigh. He grits his teeth, doing all he can to not fuck you right away.

A drawn out whine escapes you as he drags the vibrator in slow movements against your clit, the fabric of your panties dulling the sensation ever so slightly. Your hips roll upwards, trying to increase the friction, but Megumi's grip on your thigh limits your movements. Watching you crumble so quickly beneath him has Megumi drowning in his own ego. His grip leaves your thigh for a moment to palm himself through his pants.

He continues with the tortuous movements for a bit longer, waiting until you're a wristhing mess beneath him. His free hand is now tracing the edge of your underwear, teasing for a moment before pulling the fabric to the side and exposing your dripping cunt.

He’s quick to push the vibrator to a higher setting, gliding it through your wet folds before resting on your now exposed clit. Your back arches once again at the new feeling, a shrill moan tumbling past parted lips. A low groan pushes its way from Megumi's chest as he watches you. You’re so lost in the sensation you don't even notice your legs closing around him until the vibrator is being yanked away and a harsh slap is laid on your puffy clit, eliciting a lewd cry to tear its way from your throat and tears stinging your eyes.

“Legs open princess.” He coos, voice sickly sweet as if he hadn't just left a throbbing sting in between your legs. You concede with a whimper, opening your legs to him again.

Before he went back to his game, he quickly undid the zipper on his pants, dragging the fabric down just enough to let his cock spill free. He let out a low hiss through clenched teeth, the discomfort of having it confined had grown to be too much for his liking, and a pearl of precum quickly dribbled down the length. You let out a needy moan as you watched, walls suddenly feeling very empty without him filling you up.

But he was not letting himself fall to temptation, not quite yet. He gripped the vibrator again, but seemed to pause for a moment, as if he was pondering to himself. You whine, pussy throbbing at the prolonged loss of contact, hips raising in the air to grind into nothing.

“Megu- Sir, please” You plead, batting your teary lashes.

Your voice seems to call him back to reality, looking at you, expression unreadable. Before you could continue your whining he grabs your soft hips and spins you around earning a squeak in response. Your head is now dangling at the edge of the bed where your hips had just been, face to face with Megumi's throbbing cock. He grips the base, pumping himself a few times before tapping the sensitive head against your bruised lips.

“Open.” He directs.

You oblige eagerly, letting your jaw fall open as he pushes himself into your mouth.

A strangled moan catches in his throat, one hand coming down to catch your face as his brows knit together. “That’s it, good- hhgnnn- oh! God- good girl”

The sound of his moans mixed with praise sends another wave of slick leaking from your core. You wish to reach out and help guide him forward with your hands but they remain bound, now hovering just above your chest.

You fight off a gag as he pushes himself further down your throat, drool starting to leak out the corners of your mouth. You breathe deeply through your nose, closing your eyes and forcing your gag reflex to relax. Megumi was overwhelmed for a moment, appreciating the feeling of your cheeks hollowing out against him. Letting out another low groan, he begins to carry a steady tempo fucking your face.

The pleasure is enough that he’s fighting to keep his eyes open, but the sight is too much to not have his gaze glued to you. His jaw hung open watching the way his cock leaves your mouth covered in a glossy sheen of saliva, only to plunge back in while you hold back gags.

“Oh fuck- fuck pretty, mmmnn- doing so good- ahh-.. taking my fu- fucking cock.” He muttered, dragging his index finger over the corner of your lips to catch the drool that threatened to spill down your face.

A harsh buzz against your clit causes your body to jolt as he presses the vibrator against you with his other hand, catching you off guard. Tears prickle your vision but you can only whine in response, sending vibrations running through his dick that caused him to shutter above you and shove his hips into your face again. The way you writhe underneath him is almost too much to take, and the expression on his face is downright sinful.

The combination of the vibrations on your clit and Megumi's sensitive tip prodding the back of your throat has you squirming, nearly sobbing against his dick. Your hips buck and the coil in your stomach begins to tighten when you hear Megumi growl above you. A few more pumps of his hips and he’s pulling out of your mouth, a string of drool momentarily clinging on before breaking away. He lets out a low hiss at the loss of touch, but he’s not about to cum just yet.

You look up at him with labored breathing as your airways are now clear. He looks so good in that god damn uniform. His pupils are blown as he drinks you in, your completely disheveled appearance, cheeks dusted pink and tear stained, completely fucked out before he’s even stuffed you full. He helps you to sit up, catching your chin with his thumb and index and bringing his lips down on yours in another, more loving, kiss.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, pretty girl.” He mumbles, barely pulling away from the kiss. You hum happily against him.

After a few more minutes of a sultry makeout session Megumi grabs one of the pillows from the top of the bed. You watch curiously as he places it down before once again grabbing the vibrator, placing it on the pillow.

“Lay on your stomach princess.” He orders, slightly more demanding now.

You part your lips as if to reply, but decide against it. Megumi's hands help guide you into position, laying flat on the mattress, bound wrists stretched out in front of you. The pillow stuffed underneath you keeps your hips angled upwards while also holding the vibrator in place, pushing against your swollen clit. Megumi positions himself behind you, admiring his handiwork before laying a quick slap to your ass, surely leaving a mark. You whimper in response, cheek squished against the comforter.

Megumi's hand wraps around the base of his dick once again, giving it a few more pumps before prodding your wet folds teasingly. Your hips push back towards his in response, earning another smack on your backside. You yelp and he smooths his hand over your skin, soothing the sting.

“So eager.” You can practically hear the smile in his voice, his hand slipping between your legs and clicking the vibrator on, setting it to a medium thrum.

A muffled moan spills out of you while you do your best to hold still. “Mmnnm- Please sir! I need it- ahh- ”

He lets out a soft groan, pulling his pants down further so they rest on his thighs before yanking the loose fabric of his shirt up behind his neck, giving him a clear view. With his hands now free he grips onto your hips to steady himself while lining up with your entrance. You can feel the anticipation nearly beading off of you, another sultry moan escaping you as he pressed his tip into your folds.

Megumi finds himself mesmerized, completely engulfed in the way your soaking cunt is basically sucking him in. As he finally pushes his way inside of you his head falls back on his shoulders, an audible groan bubbling up from deep within him as he tucks his lower lip between his teeth. You flutter around him, your own drawn out whine mixing with his at the feeling of your walls being stretched out and his fingernails digging into your supple skin.

“Holy fuck princess- nnngg-god-” He breathes as he drags his cock out painfully slow before pushing back in, bottoming out as his hips go flush against your ass. “t-takin’ this cock so well. how do you- ugnn- always feel s’good” He tries to maintain his domineering tone, but your walls coaxing him forward have him sounding downright needy.

You can’t even formulate a response. The sensation of his thick cock dragging in and out of you mixed with the vibrator relentlessly pushing against your clit had you in another world. It was euphoric. Megumi watched the withdrawals of his hips before plunging back into your needy cunt, gritting his teeth. His body hunched over your own, one hand finding its way to the back of your neck pressing you deeper into the mattress as his hips picked up a relentless place. A slew of curses spewed from your mouth, fingers gripping mindlessly into the comforter unable to move from their bound position.

The sounds that filled the room were filthy, skin hitting against skin, the soft squelch every time megumi's hips rolled into yours. You felt so full, each thrust causing your clit to rub harder against the vibrator beneath you and your silky walls to clench around him. Your stomach began to tighten again as you approached your high. The pleasure was bordering on too much, strangled sobs only able to claw their way out along with Megumi's name falling from your tongue. He was too pussy drunk to even correct you to call him sir, thighs quivering as he pounded into you.

Without faltering his pace he moves his hand into your hair yanking your head back, just enough to place a sloppy kiss on your jaw. His ragged breath is hot against your ear.

“gonna be a good girl and cum for me, princess?” he growls, hips now rutting into you in smaller, rougher thrusts clearly aimed at grinding himself into your g-spot.

That was all it took, you felt your jaw go slack, crying out as your orgasm ran over you like a steamroller. Your hips wriggle forward, trying to escape the buzz of the vibrator on the verge of over stimulating your clit. But Megumi's strong grip holds you down, forcing you to ride out your orgasm and relishing in the feeling of your walls fluttering on his cock. You’re nearly crying at this point, your whole body trembling. Finally he releases his grip and you lurch forward, only to be caught by his hands yet again and rolled onto your back.

Megumi kneels over you, straddling your torso as he pumped his cock furiously in his hand, his own orgasm rearing out. You can only stare up at him, mouth hanging open completely fucked out. He lets out a lengthy sob of his own, curling over you as the coil in his stomach snaps and sticky cum lands in spirts on your chest and neck. His hips buckle slightly with each thrust and you can feel his legs shaking at your sides before he’s collapsing next to you.

You both stare at the ceiling, just taking a moment to catch your breath. Once you both sink back into reality Megumi gently rolls over to face you, his fingers deftly unfastening the belt that bound your wrists. You notice a grin plastered on his face.

“What are you smiling about?” You ask breathlessly, raising an eyebrow.

His grin widens as he looks at you playfully. “I should have started playing baseball a long time ago.”

©lulusworks 2023

#megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #megumi x you #megumi #jjk #jjk smut #megumi smut #megumi fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #smut

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leosxrealm · 5 months

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ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴇᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ? [ꜱᴍᴀᴜ]

pairing(s): M. Bachira x male! reader

summary: problems with your former team lead you to transfer to your rival team where you meet your person

warning(s): none!!

(a/n): this looked way cuter in my head. it was kinda rushed so forgive me!! i had this idea and thought bachira would be a perfect fit for it. also i tried to make the article on canva but WHY IS IT SO FUCKING HARD TO MAKE before i decided fuck it and used instagram instead

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[yn_ln] Thank you for this opportunity @/barchaofficial. I'm so glad to be part of this team. Visca Barcha! ❤💙

barchaofficial Welcome to the team L/N

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bachi_megs happy to finally play alongside you!!

[yn_ln] thanks Bachira

user1 finally??

isagi_yoi congratulationls Y/N! Can't wait too play against you and Bachira!

[yn_ln] thanks mate and don't think we'll be going easy on you

otoya_e you don't have any interest in playing against me Isagi?

user2 Otoya getting jealous for not being mentioned along his boyfriend will never not be funny.

user3 he has a bf??

user4 have you seen him and Bachira? they're def dating

user5 two guys can't even be close friends without y'all making it your personal business geez

user1 Visca Barcha!!

user6 Go Team!

bachi_megs added to their story

football.gossip

football.gossip Bachira hints at his and L/N's romantic relationship. Here's everything you need to know....

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yn_ln it's been a chaotic year so far. made lots of new friends, and met my person. i'm happy to call you mine Bachi Bee. these last six months were some of the best of my life. Here's to another many more six months. I love you❤️❤️

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user7 stappphh he calls him bachi bee. what if i cried

bachi_megs i love you moreeee❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

bachi_megs Happy six-month anniversary ❤️

user8 god i see what you've done for others

otoya_e we get it ur happy. respect the singles here

hyo_chigiri okay i admit you guys are kinda cute

user9 my dads🫶🏻

user6 more like daddies-

isagi_yoi you guys are so cute together!!

user10 if they broke up i'll never believe in love

user8 real

user11 he just called Bachira his person😭😭 this is the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen

(a/n): me- spending hours to make this 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 you- reading it in 5 minutes

#blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock #bachira x male reader #bllk bachira #bllk x reader #blue lock x male reader #blue lock smau #leosxrealm #leo's works

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withacapitalp · 10 months

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How to Rehabilitate a Jock pt 14

Part One Part Thirteen Link to Ao3 Part Fifteen

Thank you to @stevethehairington for betaing and @thefreakandthehair for always being the world's best cheerleader/support!!! Also everyone @angstflayer-council for motivating me to finish this chapter. I hope you guys like it!! ALSO I FORGOT TAG LISTS FOR PART THIRTEEN SORRY YALL I FIXED IT THIS TIME

Step Fourteen: Ask for a Second Opinion

Eddie and Wayne had a routine for gig nights.

First Wayne would get home from his shift and go about his normal business. Shucking off work clothes, grabbing a quick cold shower, fixing himself a sandwich with whatever leftovers they had in the fridge- the same thing he did every night when he came back from the plant. Then, when all that was taken care of, he would turn on the radio to listen to the news, grab a beer from the fridge, and pull out the most important thing in their trailer.

The waffle iron.

It was an ancient thing, a giant heavy slab of metal that had been passed down from Great Granny Munson herself. Eddie was ninety nine percent sure it would outlive him too, but that was just a fact of Munson life. The cord for the waffle iron was frayed in about half a dozen places, and it smoked if it was powered on for longer than an hour at a time, but there was no denying that the beat up old thing made the best damn waffles Eddie had ever had.

If Eddie had it his way, they would eat waffles every single day. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They were his all time favorite food and when he had first moved in with Wayne they were all he would eat. Eventually the two of them had come to a compromise- Eddie could have waffles on Sundays, birthdays, holidays, and any day he brought home a test with a grade that had a B or higher.

And gig nights.

Of course, that addition had come later. Wayne hadn’t allowed him to play at the Hideout until he was legally an adult. It came from a good place (It was just one of the many many ways Wayne had tried to keep Eddie from becoming his father.) but it was still annoying being forced to wait that long.

The waffles kind of made it worth the wait though.

The next part of the routine was Eddie. Eddie would come home egregiously late, and they would eat together. As they ate through ridiculously high stacks of delicious syrupy goodness, Eddie would tell Wayne everything that had happened.

Nothing was off the table. Eddie would tell Wayne about whatever drugs he took, if he drank, if he dealt, whatever his uncle asked about. By now he had learned that Wayne was just looking out for him. And as long as he was honest, Wayne would let him keep doing what he was doing. He just wanted to be in the loop, and that was a small thing to ask.

This was the first gig night that Eddie was home before Wayne.

“I didn’t know how to make the batter,” Eddie said as soon as Wayne opened the door, causing the man to jump out of his skin from being started. Eddie gave his uncle a nervous little grin from where he was sitting on the couch, tapping his fingers against his thighs in incomprehensible patterns.

“And I was also worried about turning on the waffle iron. Figured you wouldn’t wanna come home to a burnt down trailer and a pile of bones instead of your beloved beloved nephew,” Eddie joked, trying to cut through the tension that had been surrounding him since he came home two hours ago.

The anxiety fueled energy running through his veins was making it impossible to sit still, impossible to make eye contact as Wayne stared at him with a raised brow.

“What’d you do?” Wayne asked as he hung up his hat with a put upon sigh.

“Nothing! Geez Wayne, have a little faith,” Eddie complained, tossing his head back and giving an exaggerated groan. This was easy. Playing a game and making a show of things was something Eddie could do in his sleep, and it was so much more simple than the alternative. He even looked Wayne directly in the eye, just to really sell it.

“You just think I’m a good for nothin’ troublemaker, don’t you? Spill it, old man, I already know the answer! I am distraught that even my own flesh and blood thinks I’m only capable of tomfoolery.”

Wayne grunted, crossing his arms and giving Eddie one long slow look, peeling back all the layers, lowering all the walls.

“What’d you do?” Wayne repeated, his tone short and to the point.

Eddie wilted like a flower. His shoulders hunched inward, and his gaze shot straight to the floor. He dragged one of his socked toes across the carpet in the living room, avoiding his uncle’s piercing gaze.

“Nothin’” Eddie mumbled, “we just got cut short, that’s all.”

That wasn’t even scratching the surface, but they both knew that. There was no way Wayne was going to leave it at that.

Sure enough, his uncle just hummed, walking into their small kitchenette and pulling open the fridge.

“Y’all ended early ‘cause of the power outage?” Wayne asked, rhetorically, already knowing the answer.

Eddie stood up from the couch, coming over to the bar and sitting on one of the stools, nodding glumly as he let his head fall in his palm, still avoiding eye contact.

“Then what’s wrong?” Wayne asked, passing Eddie a beer as he took a sip from his own and grabbed the eggs.

“I’m annoyed that our show ended early?” Eddie said, hating that it came out as a question.

It wasn’t a question, he was annoyed about that. The power outage just wasn’t the thing that was bothering him.

“And?” Wayne pressed, carefully unwrapping the cord of the waffle iron and gingerly plugging it into the socket. The red light on the front lit up, promising delicious fresh waffles in just minutes.

“And I messed up this super easy riff which pissed me off,” Eddie added, his stomach clenching up as he continued to avoid the actual problem.

The issue was, he was probably one of the worst liars in the world, and Wayne could smell bullshit a mile off.

“Eddie, you know our rule,” Wayne said, sounding like the epitome of patience as he whisked batter, his back still turned to his nephew.

“…Always be honest,” Eddie mumbled, his cheeks flushing as he was forced to recite the single rule Wayne actually had for him.

Eddie could run as wild as he had to, do whatever it took to get through being a boy like him living in a town like Hawkins, but there couldn’t be secrets between them. Wayne couldn’t protect him if he didn’t know what Eddie was dealing with, and Eddie couldn’t trust that Wayne would always support him if he didn’t give him the chance.

Normally repeating those words was a comfort, a cathartic tradition that settled Eddie’s soul. No matter what he told Wayne, he would still love him, still support him. Nothing Eddie could do would make his uncle abandon him.

Today it just felt…invasive.

“If you can’t talk ‘bout it yet, you can say that,” Wayne reminded him, looking over his shoulder for a second so Eddie could meet his eyes for the first time that night, “just don’t pretend like nothin’s there.”

It wasn’t that Eddie didn’t want to talk about it. He was actually pretty desperate to, but he didn’t know where to start. He hadn’t intentionally forgotten to tell Wayne about Steve, but he hadn’t come up at all in the last six weeks, and with everything that happened earlier, there was no easy avenue to explain.

“And I’m worried about my friend,” Eddie admitted quietly, starting with the only thing he was absolutely sure of.

He was worried about Steve. Really, really, worried.

“Which friend?” Wayne grunted, pouring out the batter for the first waffle with a satisfying hiss of the iron, “Gareth? Or Jeff?”

“Steve,” Eddie replied, taking a sip of his drink before he clarified, “Steve Harrington.”

“Richard’s boy?” Wayne wondered, doing nothing to hide his shock at a Harrington mixing with a Munson.

“Yeah, but he’s nothing like how you’d expect!” Eddie said quickly, rambling away his anxiety as he drummed his fingers on the countertop. “I mean I thought he was for a while, but he’s actually really cool and sweet and thoughtful and funny and stuff. Like he brought us cookies today before the gig, and he babysits all these weird little nerdy kids too! There’s this whole-“

“Eddie, breathe,” Wayne chuckled, giving his nephew a fond eye roll as he put down a plate in front of him. An absolutely ginormous waffle stared back up at Eddie, already glistening with butter and maple syrup.

It was perfect. Glorious. Eddie’s stomach was growling.

“Why are you worried about ‘im? Did somethin’ happen tonight?” Wayne asked, turning back to the iron and starting on his own waffle.

Eddie launched into his story as he dug into his treat. He started straight from the beginning, right from the first time Steve had accidentally sat at their lunch table all the way to tonight and the panic attack in the middle of the parking lot. He even admitted to the tiny crush that he had once had that was burning a hole in the back of his mind every time Steve smiled at him.

But there was one big glaring hole in the middle.

Eddie didn’t say a word about the bet.

He tried to. He really honestly did. But every time Eddie got close to it, he started to think about the disappointed look Wayne was going to give him, and the deep sigh that was coming with it. Wayne never yelled, never insulted him, but there were times Eddie would have honestly preferred if he did.

Anger would be so much better than the deep shame that always came with knowing that he had done something Wayne would disapprove of. And this was definitely something Wayne would disapprove of.

“Then he just left with them, Wayne!” Eddie exploded, finally at the end of the surprisingly long story. Both waffles had already been consumed, the dishes were in the sink to soak, and the two of them were sitting on their beat up old couch, with Eddie’s head resting against Wayne’s shoulder. “Steve got in the car and drove off. With his ex-girlfriend. And the guy she cheated on him with!”

“Sounds like you’re more upset about that part then he is,” Wayne said, the smile in his tone evident. “Is that what’s actually botherin’ you about all of this?”

“Wayne,” Eddie snapped, cutting off his uncle’s teasing before he could even start. He pulled away, sitting up and waiting until his uncle met his eye before continuing, “this is serious. There’s something wrong. Really wrong. And I don’t know how I’m supposed to help him if he can’t even tell me about it.”

Because that’s what Steve had said. Not that he didn’t want to tell Eddie. That he couldn’t tell Eddie.

That Eddie wouldn’t have even believed him if he could.

Which was insane, because Eddie was pretty sure Steve could say that he had seen the second coming of Christ, and Eddie would believe him. Steve could tell him that aliens existed, and Eddie would believe him. Steve could even spout off about characters from Dungeons and Dragons coming to life and dragging him on a quest and-

Well, Eddie wasn’t sure he would totally believe that, but he would definitely listen at the very least!

Steve wasn’t even giving him a chance to prove him wrong. He was just locking this all inside, holding it and bottling it and expecting it to go away when it wouldn’t. Eddie had been there, and he knew that trying to force something down only made it come up even worse later on.

“Eddie,” Wayne said with a sigh, instantly putting his nephew on edge. It was a sigh Eddie knew well- the one Wayne gave when he wanted to tell him something that he knew that Eddie wasn’t going to want to hear.

“You can’t help him if he ain’t ready to be helped.”

Wayne’s hesitation there was right. Eddie definitely didn’t want to hear that.

“That is such bullshit-“

“Kiddo,” Wayne said, cutting Eddie’s rant off before it could even really start with just one word.

Eddie’s jaw shut with a snap, and he dragged a sharp breath in, looking at Wayne with wide eyes, trying to silently convey exactly why he was wrong.

His uncle’s tough exterior melted away, and a gentle sympathy took over. If it was anyone else, Eddie would have bristled, gotten angry, pushed them away. On anyone else, that look would be

pity.

With Wayne, it was just kindness.

“Is it just the fact that you have feelings for this boy that’s makin’ you so damn persistent?” Wayne asked in a soft tone.

Eddie instantly reared back, a surprised laugh bursting out of him.

“No, Wayne I used to have a crush on him,” Eddie stressed, trying to make Wayne understand. “Back when we were younger. Years ago! It’s gone now.”

“Eds,” Wayne said in a no-nonsense tone, “be serious.”

“I am,” Eddie retorted, a heavy blush staining his cheeks as his heart hammered in his chest. “I don’t have a crush on him anymore. I don’t. I can care about my friends without it being a gay thing, so just drop it!”

“Eddie, I’ll drop it if you can look me in the eye right now and tell me you don’t have any feelings for that boy,” Wayne challenged, keeping his cool as he crossed his arms and leaned back against the cushions, waiting.

“Well that’s stupid, Wayne. Of course I have feelings for him,” Eddie sneered. He got up and began to pace, unable to hold it all in anymore as he continued to rant.

“I care about him like I care about all my friends. It’s not like he’s nothing to me, but he’s just a friend, that’s all. I just think that it’s really cool that he was brave enough to join our group, and it’s sweet that he’s trying so hard. He isn’t half-assing it, and he doesn’t half-ass anything! Steve puts his whole self into everything he does and everyone he cares about, and caring that much is such an easy way to get hurt, but it’s like he’s not even worried! I mean, you should see the way he is with the kids! We’re just friends, that’s all, and that’s fine. I don’t need it to be anything more. I don’t want it to be anything more. Look we have a few stupid inside jokes, and some moments, but that doesn’t mean anything. It’s not like I love him, I just-“

Eddie cut himself off, taking a sharp shaking breath in as the reality of it all came crashing down on his head. He took a stumbling step backward, trying to breathe as he staggered back to the couch and fell down into his seat.

“Fuck,” Eddie whispered, burying his face in his hands, the lump in his throat constricting his breath as his eyes burned. “Fuck.”

A warm hand fell between his shoulder blades, and Eddie blindly tipped on his side, letting Wayne’s arm curl around him as he burrowed into his uncle’s side.

“It’s alright,” Wayne murmured, rubbing his thumb against the side of Eddie’s head as his nephew tried to catch his breath. “It’s not wrong for you to feel the way you do. It’s not somethin’ you can control. It’s not a bad thing.”

“I know,” Eddie croaked out, hating the way he kind of didn’t believe the words.

This wasn’t his first crush, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Eddie had always known who he was, and he had never pretended to be anything else. He wasn’t ashamed, but he couldn’t help the fear that still lived inside.

That fear… it was terrifying, and painful. He hated being scared of himself, but he still was. Eddie was scared of the way people would look at him, scared of the way the world would treat him if they knew for a fact instead of just assuming. Scared of the way things would change.

Scared of the way Steve would probably hate him if he ever figured it out.

Steve. That’s what this was all about. It wasn’t about how Eddie felt. Tonight was about Steve, and how worried Eddie was for him.

“Okay but even if I am attracted to him, that’s not why I want to help him,” Eddie said, carefully pulling away from Wayne’s grip and rubbing at his dry cheeks. No tears had ever come, but Eddie did it anyway, just to be sure.

“Then why?” Wayne asked, genuinely curious.

Why?

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

Eddie looked up at the other boy, furrowing his brow.

“Why not?” Eddie said with a shrug, going back to his notebook. He was scratching out another tik-tac-toe board to add to the dozens that were already on the page.

“People aren’t just nice,” The boy insisted, giving Eddie a guarded look. “They always want something.”

“I want to make this afternoon a little less unbearable, and I want to make you feel better.” Eddie offered, quirking his head to the side and offering the pen to the other boy. “Is that enough?”

They stared at each other for a long second, until the other boy’s face broke into an incredulous smile and he ducked his head down.

“You’re really weird,” He said with a soft laugh, taking the pen. It was a lovely sound, like birds singing in the morning, or the first soft strum of a guitar as practice began.

Eddie needed to hear it again.

“He needed me,” Eddie said softly, lost somewhere in between now and the memory. “Still does. I think.”

Did Steve need him? Eddie wasn’t sure. All he knew was Steve needed someone and Eddie was the one who knew it.

“Then be there for him,” Wayne suggested, patting Eddie twice on the back as he stood and walked over to his bed, beginning to pull it out, “You don’t need to know why he needs help to support. Sometimes all someone needs is someone to be there.”

“You’re right,” Eddie replied, sensing the end of the conversation coming. Exhaustion was tugging on his eyelids, and Wayne was beginning to yawn,. “I just wish I could do more.”

“I think you’re doin’ more than you realize,” Wayne offered, settling on the side of his bed and stretching.

“Thanks Wayne,” Eddie sighed, turning and heading towards his room.

“Is there anything else on your mind?” Wayne said from behind, stopping Eddie in his tracks. “Feels like you might’ve left something out.”

Eddie paused, feeling like a mouse caught in a trap. He knew that if Wayne could see his face, he would’ve been done for, but just with his back, there wasn’t enough to prove he was right.

Briefly, Eddie wondered if Wayne was a psychic, or had some sort of power to know when Eddie was keeping a secret. It felt like there was a big yellow sign above his head, shouting that he needed his uncle to help him before it was too late.

I think I’m doing the wrong thing, Eddie thought, desperately working his throat, trying to force the words out, I think I’m doing something mean, and it’s going to end up hurting Steve. Badly. I’m doing the wrong thing, and I don’t know how to stop it before he gets hurt.

“No,” Eddie whispered, hating himself for the lie, “there’s nothing else.”

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ohmystaxk · 6 months

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Goodbye, My Dear Stranger (6)*

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Pairing(s): (Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader) (Marc Spector x Reader later on) [Pre-Moon Knight show]

Chapter Character(s): Steven Grant, Jake Lockley

Content/Tags: SMUT +18, morally grey main character, one sided non-exclusive relationship, Steven just being the nicest man in the world and the horniest, Consensual Voyeurism (wink wink), fingering, oral (f!receiving), dry-humping, cum eating, PinV, praise kink, dirty talk, jealous talk, too many pet names, hair pulling, biting, Jake being a munch BELIEVERS RISE.

Word Count: 6.8k

Summary: Wanting to take things slow with Steven, you find your mind going back to Jake, good thing is all in your head, right?

Guess who is back from the dead? YEAH, me bitches! I am so sorry for disappearing for so long, writers block is a bitch, but I needed to deliver this as soon as I could. So, ofc, this has not been edited so I apologize for any errors u might find, ENJOY AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN WEEK!

Your skin feels hot, a thin layer of sweat forms as your head falls back, eyes rolled back as your mouth hangs open. You let out a breathy gasp, your stomach tightening as you feel your heartbeat faster. It’s exhilarating, the warmth of his breath against your pelvis as his mouth is enclosed around your clit, tongue licking slowly, taking his time as he did so. His grip on your thighs is strong, bruising them as your back arches, air leaving your lungs as you start to feel the rise of your orgasm.

You looked back down with heavy eyes as you locked them with him. A dark gaze looks at you from between your legs, his curls soft when your hand runs through them, moving his hair away. The action makes him bite your inner thigh, a yelp falls from your lips, he smirks as he kisses the teeth marks.

You just had to answer the phone, didn’t you?

Turns out the café would be back in business two days after your last encounter with Jake. You had gotten the morning shift that week, working through your day with a smile for the customers, preparing and serving them. The ride back was long, or at least that’s how it felt. Lids heavy as you unlock the entrance to the complex, the lift opening to reveal one of your neighbors walking off. All you could think of while at work was to get back to your flat, lay down on your comfy bed and fall asleep for a little. That would’ve been ideal, but as soon as you walked through the door your phone rang.

It was Steven. His voice chimed from the other side, surely with a smile on his face. You closed the door behind you.

‘Hi, love, you on your way home?’ Steven asked, you nodded to yourself.

‘Already am. Just got here actually.’ You sighed as you walked past the living room window, dropping your bag on the couch.

‘Oh really? Yep, just saw you walk by.’ He let out a small laugh, you turn to see him getting closer to his window.

You send him a quick wave before heading to the fridge.

‘Worked early today?’ You ask him, inside the fridge was your beloved wine bottle, you took it and closed the door with your hip.

‘Yeah, actually made it in time, can you believe that?’ You laugh, shaking your head.

‘Hardly.’ You tease, ‘What did Donna say?’

You poured yourself a glass, taking a quick sip from the bottle before placing it down.

‘Well, the only reason I made it in time was because I woke up thinking I was already late. So Donna was very surprised when she saw me walk in thirty minutes early. She even looked worried, I had no clue she could even show any other emotion.’

‘Geez, thirty!? No wonder she did, I would be too, thinking something must have happened.’

Steven laughs on the other end, then he goes quiet for a second. You wait, hoping for him to speak but, there is something about the silence that makes you worry.

‘You still there?’ You ask softly, not wanting to startle him if anything.

A small mhm comes from the other line, you tilt your head to the side, he sounds unsure.

‘Can you go towards the window?’ Steven asked.

‘Sure, just give me a sec.’ You left your glass on the table and walked towards your living room, the curtain was halfway open, allowing some sunlight to peek through.

You pushed the fabric to the side; it was then you smiled. Across from you was Steven, a smile on his lips as he waved at you once more from his window.

‘Wanted to stop by and say hi at the shop, but you know, Donna.’ He scoffed, his voice sounded slower, with weight to it.

Even from a distance the dark circles around his eyes were darker. ‘You look tired Steven. Have you rested?’

‘I have just not been sleeping too well in the last two days, that’s all.’ You frowned but decided not to push it.

‘Try and rest for a little, it helps me whenever I feel stressed.’ Steven shook his head.

‘Can I tell you something?’ He asks, you nod.

‘Of course.’

‘I know I told you about my punctuality issues, but there’s sort of a reason why.’ Steven sighs, you start to worry. ‘I have these terrible nightmares; they feel almost too real. Sometimes I wake up in pain, perhaps I toss around too much. So, I sort of, try not to go to sleep.’

You feel your chest heavier with his words, the implication that Steven purposely avoided sleeping given his nightmares and the physical strain it put on his body was evident.

‘Have you tried talking with a specialist? Not sleeping for long periods of time can affect you, Steven.’ You see him shake his head.

‘Haven’t. I should though, really should.’

‘If it helps, I can research with you, find a good one that can help you.’ You reassure him, trying to let him know you want to help.

‘You don’t have to do that.’ He looks up, meeting your gaze with sad eyes.

‘I want to, Steven.’

‘I’m sorry for calling, I wanted to hear your voice. Is silly, I know.’ You looked down, a soft smile appeared on your lips.

‘Is not silly, Steven. It’s nice to hear that actually.’ You confessed and looked up.

It was hard to fully make out Steven’s eyes, but you saw him sigh, tilting his head to the side to once again look up at you.

‘It is rather nice, I think, talking to each other like this. Wouldn't you think?’

‘Yeah, but if I’m honest, it also makes me think of a prison visit.’ Your words cause Steven to laugh wholeheartedly.

‘That is also a perspective. But I do have a nice view and can see the whole world. I don't think an inmate can say the same, can they?’

‘Not much of a view Steven, my flat blocks any view.’ You saw him shaking his head.

‘Still a good view, I can see you.’ Steven then seems to turn around for a brief second before he turns to look back at you. ‘I really wonder, what made you like doing this?’

‘Like what?’ You asked and Steven gestures to you and him, then at his surroundings.

‘Watching. What caught your attention?’

It was your turn to sigh. You had not expected Steven to forget about the subject, but you didn’t have an answer in mind, a well thought out explanation in your logic and in your possible irrationality.

‘I can tell you; I could probably lie as well.’ You looked at him with a small smile before you looked down, your fingers reaching for the window, your nails drawing shapes on it. ‘It’s stupid, Steven.’

‘You can tell me.’ He responded immediately; his voice was soft, warm.

‘I’ve lived here for almost a year now. The Green Wall is the only place I feel safe, is what I know, is where my only friends are. I followed the same routine for the past year, over and over again.’ You said, you couldn’t hear Steven on the phone, and neither could you see him as you continued staring down.

‘Then one night there was this light across my window starting to turn on during midnight. I saw a shadow pace about, then it would stay still for hours as it sat down to read, it was like watching a ghost, except, it made me feel accompanied. So, I no longer saw the ghost as a lonely soul, but as something I could share my late nights with even if the ghost was not aware.’

Ten seconds passed in silence after you spoke, you feared looking up, not knowing if Steven was even standing there anymore.

‘You thought of me as a ghost?’ Steven asked with genuine curiosity. You laugh.

‘That’s your big takeaway?’ You looked up, finding him leaning his forehead on the window, with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips.

‘One of them. When I saw you at the gift shop, it wasn’t the first time. I knew you looked familiar when you approached to talk to me, but it wasn’t until the next day that it dawned on me. I had seen you all the time on the bus, glance your way more than once, my eyes always following the same path towards you. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.’

You felt breathless, his words careful and sincere. Then he looks at you, his hand on the window, you feel your chest heavy.

‘I wish I knew what you saw.’ He says with a quick laugh, and you feel your cheeks warm.

‘You could.’ You say immediately as you see him tilt his head.

‘Watch you? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.’ He sounds worried.

‘You won’t, I will admit that it makes me curious to know what it is like to be on the other end. If you don’t feel uncomfortable then it’s okay. You asked what got me to do it in the first place, I guess it’s easier to find out for yourself.’

‘That sounds easier than it probably is.’ He nervously laughs, and you shake your head.

This man was surprising you, the way he doesn’t even bat an eye does make you wonder what he might truly hide behind those doe eyes of his.

The door shut slowly behind Steven; his body heavy as he moved through the clutter of his flat. He flipped the kitchen switch; light quickly illuminated his space and sighed. He had forgotten to clean the dishes before he left, having already been too late to even do so. He could clean them in the morning, he thought. Right now, what he needed was to lay down, just for a minute or two. Water droplet created a path as the man walked around, tossing his jacket on a chair without care. He dropped his bag on the table, bringing his right hand to his face and dragging it down as he rolled his eyes.

Rain had caught up to him on his way to the bus stop, leaving him all drenched on his way home. It was so late already, the cold of the night sure to do its job if he didn’t shower before bed.

His hair was wet, sticking to his forehead as he removed his shirt. His left hand quickly ran through his hair and scratched the back of his neck. Then he let his hands drop without care, hitting his thighs from weight with a thud.

It had been a long day, Donna had forced him to work an extra shift given the fact he had shown up late once again. Of course his once in a lifetime trick of showing up early didn’t work this time. His sleep schedule had already been a mess, but he had surprisingly woken up only to find himself having the biggest headache of his life, the pain not even allowing him to focus through the day.

He knew his body craved his bed and a soft pillow under his head, but he knew better. Even the thought of falling asleep made his body go rigid, his muscles ached.

Steven made his way towards his couch, dropping himself on the cushions, he took off his shoes and socks. The hardwood floor was cold on his skin, making him shiver. He was about to rest on the couch when in the corner of his eye a light flicker. He looked towards it and realized it was coming from your flat.

He stood there, your blinds were drawn, so it allowed him to see inside your flat, so he stood in the middle of his flat watching as you walked by. His heart jumped, a quick rising as he then saw you return back into view, your back facing him as you seem to head to your kitchen.

It was then he remembered your voice from two days ago, ‘I guess it’s easier to find out for yourself.’

Steven barely realized what he was doing when he had already made his way back to the kitchen and killed the light. The flat was dark now, the only light coming from the window thanks to the moonlight. He slowly walked closer to this one, creeping in the dark of his own home, slow quiet steps as if you were to hear them.

When he was closed enough, he saw you as you drank a glass of what looked to be wine, a very full glass. He frowned, he caught his hand trying to reach for his phone, but quickly stopped. Of course he could call you, ask how you were doing, hear your voice, but he wanted to see if he could know what was wrong just by his own means.

You had told him you had watched him during his many sleepless nights, having accompanied him even during his worst nights unbeknownst to you. You had found comfort through that, maybe he could do the same. Perhaps he would understand you, he wanted to understand, seek for that same comfort you found in him.

But as he continued to watch, he felt his heart pumping loudly. You had disappeared for a minute before you returned, seemingly in different clothes, you were wearing a tank top with what he could make out to be shorts. Steven gulped as he watched you take one more sip of the wine, making your way towards your window.

He felt his heart race, have you noticed him standing there? No, there was no way, it was too dark. Oh no, your flat was higher than his, you could see far more into his flat then he could yours. He had already failed at his poor attempt.

But you sat down by the window, grabbing a book and opening it. Steven was stunned, had you not caught him?

Steven watched you, leaning himself against one of the supports that were around his flat. He crossed his arms as he rubbed his chin, his eyes taking in his view. You sat with both your legs on the loveseat, one leg closer to your chest. Your eyes running through the words in the book, one hand still holding the glass as you tilted your head to the side.

You seemed relaxed, he noticed. He subconsciously smiled at this, his heart calming down at the sight of you enjoying yourself. Then, he found his eyes traveling from your face, back to that glass, to your hand holding the book. They looked soft, they were, he remembered.

He gulped again, his heartbeat deciding to pick up again, your legs looked so soft. He could almost feel his fingers squeezing them. Steven then remembers your voice as he pushed his fingers inside you, how sweet it sounded, how breathless you were as you clung to him. How soft and perfect your breast felt on his hands, how fucking much he wanted to touch them again. How pretty you looked as you brushed his hair, how tender you were as you kissed him.

Before he realized, he was already hard. He tried to push the thoughts away, he blames his headache for even thinking of you while in such an inappropriate time. You take another sip of the wine and immediately remembers your lips around his cock.

“Bloody hell.” He lets out, closing his eyes, his head falling back against the wood. “The hell is wrong with you?”

His thoughts betray him once more as he sees you stare up at him through your lashes and he groans. Hitting his head against the wood purposely this time. Steven shakes his head, he didn’t understand why his mind decided to show you in such a way. Of course there was nothing wrong with you, he simply didn’t know why it had decided to show him that part of you.

This was supposed to be him trying to understand you, not him getting hot and heavy at the sight of you just doing something so mundane.

He would need to relieve himself tonight, of course, in the privacy of his shower.

Ring.

His eyes opened wide.

Steven fished around his pockets until he found his phone, the screen lit up, your name was displayed.

‘Incoming Call: Dove 🕊️’

Steven stares at the screen, then looks back towards the windows, there you were with your phone by your ear, waiting for Steven to answer you. He looked back again at his phone, his finger just hoovering the answer icon. You were reaching out to him, wanting something, yet, Steven just had to let his mind wander too far from sanity, his thoughts flashing more of those images of you on your bed. He couldn’t do it, talk to you and pretend everything was alright.

“Just got to wait it out, that’s it.” He says to himself, before he lets the call reach his voicemail.

You stared at your phone; you had tried calling Steven 30 minutes ago, but it sent you to voicemail. There was no light on in his flat, so perhaps he was still at the Museum, or on his way home. Yeah, it had to be that. A sigh escapes you as you glance at your glass, you drink every drop in one go before you stand up from the couch. Today had not been a good day at work, some group of older women decided to pay a visit right before closing, only to ask for things you could not make or even sell, then proceeded to ask for them again but talk to you like you were some sort of idiot. Since they could not have things go their way, they started being absolute cunts, a nightmare. You were grateful Rose had not given a fuck and straight up kicked them out, you knew if the incident were to be brought up to the owner's attention, they would understand, which is why you were thankful for your job.

You walked back to the kitchen where the wine bottle stood, there was still some in it, but not for a full glass. You brought the bottle to your lips and drank it. Your muscles were tight around your shoulders, the alcohol not yet doing the trick. Soft droplets started to fall, bringing your attention to the window. The rain was calming down, you were glad you remembered to bring your umbrella to work this time.

It was then you remembered last time, how it had been Jake who swept in and drove you home. Truthfully, as much as you wanted to pretend you had entirely forgotten about Jake, you couldn’t. Sometimes, on those sleepless nights, your mind would think of your night with Steven, but it would be Jake instead. You felt guilty, the sexual frustration ate at you slowly, but you also couldn’t sleep with Steven knowing damn well you would think of Jake.

You sighed. There was a store not too far from your flat you could walk to, restocking a brand new bottle of wine sounded like the perfect thing to do, well, maybe two bottles. And while you are at it, use the time to cool your head. Yeah, that was a nice plan.

Quickly you walked to your room, looking through your wardrobe for a jacket until you found one.

Before you knew it, you were already one block away from the store. Your umbrella in one hand as the other was in your pocket, keeping it warm. The rain was softer now, yet the cold was unforgiving as you felt your jaw tense. You had opted to still go out with your shorts, tank top, and only your jacket to keep you warm, deeming the trip to be a quick one. When you left your flat you had gotten a text from Steven, telling you he had been in the shower and was gonna try to go to bed. You even had the impulse to ask for a pic, of course, you didn’t.

You groaned, something felt like you were about to start your period thanks to how ‘needy’ you were feeling. Or so you wanted to believe.

Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate on your back pocket, you reached for it and looked at the screen.

Unknown. Hesitating for a couple of seconds, you then tap the answer icon, bringing your phone to your ear.

‘Hello?’ You say.

‘Oh, so it is you.’ You feel your blood run cold, stopping in your tracks. ‘I thought you had given me the wrong number, well you sort of did, one of the numbers was wrong.’

Jake’s voice was deep, raspier than you remember. Your heart started beating like crazy, your grip on the phone tightened.

‘I did?’ You say softly, blinking as you try continuing your walk.

‘Sure did. Your fours looked like nines.’ He says a little annoyed, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you.

‘Sorry about that, I was in a hurry when I did that, remember?’ You dig, getting a scoff from Jake in return.

‘How could I forget, I was called a dick for it.’ Maybe it was the wine in your system, the late night air, or hearing Jake’s voice so close to your ear that got you feeling ballsy.

‘Aww, never been told that before? Was I your first?’ To your tease, Jake laughs, just a deep-dark laugh, your bones shake as you try walking some more.

‘Been called worst sweetheart, and I sure as hell can take your worst.’

‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep. If I remember correctly, I gave you my number once you knew how to act like a grown up.’ You could see the store now, but you stopped dead in your tracks.

There you saw the back of a white limousine with ‘SPKTR’ as the plate, one you knew too well by now. On the right side of this one, you saw a man with an Flat hat, and soft dark curls. Jake was standing with his right side facing you, smoking outside the store.

‘Only children apologize through the phone. I wanna see you.’ You could hear his voice faintly.

He hadn’t seen you, all you had to do was to just turn around and walk away. But you stalled for too long, keeping yourself so quiet it seemed to worry Jake. He drops his cigarette, and looks at his phone, making sure the call was still going. But you tap the screen and end the call, this seems to confuse Jake, he furrowed his brows.

“I guess there is not a better time than the present.” Your voice surprises Jake, his eyes wide in alert, quickly relaxing once he sees you next to him.

“Gotta put a bell on ya’.” He says as he looks at you, really taking you in. His eyes going further down, he raises an eyebrow, not too happy to see your outfit. “You trying to catch a cold or something? What are you doing out this late?”

You roll your eyes. “What are you? My father? I came to buy some wine.”

Jake scoffs, clicking his tongue.

“Long day, huh? Hop in, I’ll get the bottle for ya.” He reaches the car door, opening this one. He gestures for you to get in.

“I can get it myself, Jake.” You tried telling him but he was already walking into the shop.

“Red or White?” He stopped to look at you and ask, you sighed.

“Both.”

After a couple of minutes of waiting inside the car, the door finally opened. Jake got in and placed the wine bottles between you and him, shutting the door. You had already started the car, allowing for this one to heat on.

“Thanks, how much was it?”

“None of that, take them as part of my apology.” You look away and out the window. Jake put on his seatbelt, then he cleared his throat. “Gonna say what got you so stressed out?”

“Old ladies who wanted things their way. Too many demands that were impossible to meet.” At the memory you sighed, closing your eyes.

“Want to head home?” His voice was hard to decipher, you turn to look at him.

Strong nose, clean shave, thick full lips. His eyes were looking straight ahead, the cap casting shadows on them.

“Are you free right now?” Your question makes him look at you, brown eyes even darker.

“Got an opening just for you.” He grins, you roll your eyes. “Where do you want to go? Your wish is my command, sugar.”

You looked away from him, staring at the windshield. The rain hadn’t stopped, nor did it seem it would any time soon.

“Can you drive us around?” Your voice came out softly.

“Sure can.” Jake shifts the gear and the car starts moving.

The two of you drive in silence for almost 15 minutes, you steal a couple of glances every so often. His features looked rougher than those of Steven, your eyes then fell on his hands; concealed under his leather gloves.

You imagined how the material would feel on your skin. The texture would probably be soft from all the use.

It was then you reached for one of the bottles, grabbing it blindly from the paper bag. Suddenly Jake reached into his jacket, pulling out something and handing it to you. You grabbed it confused, it was a swiss army knife.

“Don’t think you can open that with your mouth.” He says plainly and you laugh.

“You would be surprised.” You tease and quickly find the wine opener amongst the many gadgets. “Where exactly are we driving? Or is it just a mindless route?”

Jake clears his throat, adjusting himself on his seat. “Have anywhere in specific?”

“No, just wondering.” Pop. The cork popped, you quickly took a swing from the bottle.

The bittersweetness of the wine immediately hits your system, a sigh of relief leaves you.

“It’s not just those old ladies that have you like this, is it?” Jake asks, you let the bottle rest by your thigh.

“Good observation, Lockley. But you don’t want to hear about it.” You take another sip.

“Sugar, I could have you talk my ear off all night.” The pet name didn’t go unnoticed.

Once more, you let the bottle rest on your thigh, but this time, you turn to face him. Eying his side profile as he drove, there was a glint in his eyes that told you he was enjoying this, more like he was enjoying messing with you. He was getting too comfortable, acting like things were good once again.

“I’ve been debating whether or not I should sleep with Steven again.” The car almost makes a full stop. He tenses at your words. “What? Thought I could talk your ear off.”

Jake pulls over, you feel your blood pumping fast as the car comes to a full stop. There he sits in silence, hands gripping tightly at the steering wheel, he finally sighs.

“What do you want me to do?” The question confuses you. His voice came out deep, raspier. “Want me to get on my knees to beg for your forgiveness? Say the word and I will. I know what you think. That Steven is all sweet and nice, a perfect little boy. You wanna bring him home to mama? Go ahead. But we both know he can’t give you what I can.”

His sudden outburst surprises you, not once did he look you in the eye. Your eyes widen, breath catching on your throat.

“And what exactly is it that you can give me?” You tried to look unaffected, but the liquor was already making your body buzz, warming your skin.

Jake turns to look at you, eyes blow out as his lids are heavy.

“Hop in the back and I’ll show ya’.” His words are laced with lust, you feel your body respond to the insinuation, your falls pulsing with an unspoken promise.

You stare at him, his eyes shifting from yours to your lips, creating a path. “What if I don’t?”

“Tell me to fuck off and I’ll take you home sweetheart.” Unconsciously, you lick your lips, attracting all of his attention to them.

“Is this the other part of your apology?” You tease, causing him to chuckle.

“If you want it to be, it will make a hell of an apology that’s for sure.” He responded.

You take a deep breath. It wasn’t like you and Steven were together, there was never a talk about being exclusive, if anything you and Steven were becoming friends who started under different circumstances. You simply wanted to lay off some steam, all you had been thinking for the past week had been Jake and Steven.

“Better make it worth it then, Lockley.” At that Jake wolfishly grins, turning the engine off.

“Mejor de lo que esperas, ya verás.” He opens his door; you quickly place the wine bottle on a cup holder before opening your door as well. (Better than what you expect, you'll see.)

You quickly get out, soft rain falls on you as you walk towards the back of the limo, it was already getting late, the street was dead at this point. You open the door and step in, sitting down on the comfy seat. Jake closed the door behind him, quickly turning around, his right hand coming towards you as his lips clashed against yours. Immediately the kiss was returned with the same passion, your hands coming to pull the hat off and dropping it on the floor of the limo. Your hands found his hair, gripping it between your fingers as you let out a moan.

Jake pulls away, looking at you. “I’m gonna eat you up, sugar.” His voice came out hoarse. He starts kissing you again, but begins to kiss your jaw, slowly kissing your neck biting at the flesh.

“Got tired of sweetheart? Or simply wanted to try something new?” You say breathlessly. You feel him smile against your neck.

“Can’t a man say things as he sees them? You are addictive, I already can’t get enough of you.” Jake pulls down the zipper of your jacket, tearing it off you.

One of his hands takes claim at the back of your neck, the other on your waist. Quickly, Jake pulls you towards his lap making you straddle him. He bites at your collarbone, the hand on your waist squeezes the flesh there, before sneaking below the hem of your shirt. The leather was cold against your skin, but soft.

You pull on his hair, a breathy whine leaves your lips when he bites you one more time. His other hand squeezes your ass before he smacks it, making you jump.

“What sweetheart? You want gentle? Wrong fucking address baby.”

With his two hands, he grips your hips, pushing you down. It’s then you feel him, hard as he makes you grind against him. He pulls away, resting against the seat as he looks between the two of you. You moan at the friction, breath hitching.

“Jake.” His name leaves your lips, he grins proudly at you.

“Come on, move those hips a little. Show me just how much you need me.” He shifts his hips up, making you hold back a moan. “If you do a good job, I’ll eat you out, just like you deserved.”

You start grinding against him, moving your hips in slow motions as Jake continues to guide your hips. His jaw tenses, with heavy lids he watches you move, a wicked smile on his lips as he does.

He rubs circles on your hip bone with his thumbs, applying small pressure that is almost uncomfortable. Your hands find his jacket, gripping it tightly as you start feeling your body growing hot, heart quickening as your wall flutters against nothing. Your head falls back, trying to grind faster against Jake groin, you are so close you can almost feel heaven, but he stops you from doing so.

“Someone’s needy.” He says, his voice so deep you shake. Jake stops your movements all together.

“Jake please!” You whine. “Please, I’m so close.” You grab his face, leaning in and kissing his lips. “Please.”

“Fuck, never knew I would like to hear you beg this badly.” Suddenly, Jake hugs you, bringing the two of you to the floor of the limo, laying you down slowly.

He pulls away and sits on his heels. Jake tears his jacket off, revealing a white button up shirt underneath. He then grabs his black tie, losing it before pulling it off with both hands with little care. He unbuttons the sleeves of the shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows taking his time as he looks at you, eyes traveling down your figure.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” You spat, eyes his body just the same.

Jake tilts his head to the side with a shrug.

“Just trying to enjoy the view, is not everyday I get to see you like this, do I?”

You roll your eyes, laughing.

“Never knew this was the only way to make you talk this much.” You tease, but are quickly silenced when Jake’s gloved hands make their way to the elastic of your shorts.

You lift your hips, letting him pull them off you leaving you in only your panties. When they were off, he whistled, running his gloved hands up your things, squeezing the flesh as he went. His eyes were heavy, a glint of something on them as he admired your thighs. You watched him lick his lips, the wetness it left on them making you squeeze your legs.

Jake then seems to look beyond you, gaze lost for a second. He seems to space out, the subtle change making you reach for his hand, squeezing it gently.

“You alright?” You ask but the question didn’t seem to reach him. You tried sitting down, your hands going up to his forearms and massaging the skin.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, Jake opened his eyes. His eyes made your body tense, he frowned deeply and his jaw tightened before he crashed your lips hard, the motion making you yelp. He pushed you back on the floor of the limo, the kiss becoming more heated, his grip on you possessive.

“Time’s runnin’ out.” He groans, his hands take your knees, spreading them apart to position himself between you. He starts to lower himself, getting closer to your pelvis.

Jake pushes your panties to the side, immediately going in and licking your clit. You moan, one of your hands flying to his head, grabbing a hand full of his curls. Your skin feels hot, a thin layer of sweat forms as your head falls back, the windshields are foggy as the two of you are surrounded by your breaths, your eyes rolled back as your mouth hangs open. You let out a breathy gasp, your stomach tightening as you feel your heart beat faster.

It’s exhilarating, the warmth of his breath against you as his mouth is enclosed around your clit, tongue licking quick little circles. His grip on your thighs is strong, bruising them as your back arches, air leaving your lungs as you start to feel the rise of your orgasm start again.

You looked back down with heavy eyes as you locked them with him. A dark gaze looks at you from between your legs, his curls soft when your hand runs through them, moving his hair away from his forehead. The action makes him bite your inner thigh, a yelp falls from your lips, he smirks as he kisses the teeth marks.

“You taste like heaven, my pretty little angel.” He places one more kiss. “So fucking wet, all of this for me.”

He pulls away and sits on his heels, hands going to his belt to undo it. He gets his jeans unbutton, pulling his zipper down. Jake hovers over you, leaning on one forearm as you hear him pulling himself from his briefs.

“Open your legs wider, sugar.” You do as he says, feeling the head of his cock brush against your clit, making your body jolt.

His hand grips your thigh, bringing it to wrap against his back. Jake kisses your lips as he pushes himself in you, the stretch making you grip his shoulders tightly. You gasp against his lips.

“Jake, fuck.” You shut your eyes as your head falls back, Jake’s nose brushes your ear.

“I’m gonna need you to work with me. I’m on the clock, next time I’ll take my sweet time with you.” The promise of a next time makes your walls flutter, making Jake let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, you like the sound of that? I’ll fuck you nice and good, make you forget all about Steven with my cock sweetheart.”

“Don’t talk about him.” You moan as you feel his cock pulsate inside you. His pace is starting to speed up.

“Why not? Afraid I’m right?” He thrust hard at that, the hand on your thigh squeezing hard. “Sweetheart, fuck him as much as you want. We both know you’ll come begging for me when I’m done with you.” His thrusts are faster, deeper and harsher. You can feel the limo start to shake at the same rhythm. He starts hitting the spot that makes your body tingle, your eyes roll as you feel your orgasm start to build up.

Your hand flies to his hair, fisting the strands between your fingers as your breath hitches, mouth open wide as you pull Jake’s hair. He thrust faster, the limo shaking as he did, the motion making him go deeper as you feel your walls tighten around him. The sound of skin hitting skin, jagged breaths, moans and whines filled the vehicle. You arched your back, eyes shut tight as you pull even harder on Jake’s hair.

“I’m coming.” Your voice comes out hoarse, throat dry from all the breathing. “Jake.”

“Hazlo.” He says against your ear. “You deserve it, you take me so fucking well. Me vuelves loco, muñeca.” (Do it. You drive me crazy, doll.)

You feel your lower stomach tighten before you feel your high hit you. Your body tensed, shaking from the stimulation as you came around Jake’s cock, screaming his name breathlessly. While you felt it pulsating, Jake’s pace became messy trying to work with your fucked out state.

“Perfecto, justo así.” Jake’s face comes into view, one of his gloved hands comes to your jaw, making you look straight into his eyes, his mouth is now a thin line as he frowns in pure pleasure, a moan comes from the back of his throat. “Mira qué maravilla, tan perfecta. Estas hecha para mí.” (Perfect, just like that. Look how wonderful, so perfect. You are made for me.)

Then he pulls out quickly making you moan at the sudden emptiness. You remove your grip from Jake, allowing him to sit on his heels once more. It’s then you see him pump his cock at a fast pace, eyes not leaving yours as he comes, his spend landing on your belly.

His frame shakes slightly, body slouching forward as he takes deep breaths, both of his palms on either side of your waist. His curls flow down, you bring your hand towards them, pushing them aside, you can feel the sweat at the root of his scalp. When you do that, he looks up at you, his features slightly softer and you feel your chest tighten.

He looked just like Steven for a brief second, for a second you thought your mind was trying to play a mean little joke with you. You tried seating down as Jake pulled away from your touch, putting his cock back inside his briefs and started to zip down his jeans.

“How was that for an apology?” He teases, buckling his belt.

“Not bad, but you do need to stop bringing Steven into things.” You reach for your shorts and put them on.

“You started it, I just went along.” Jake fixes his curls, pushing his hair back before putting his cap on. You look at him, ready to defend yourself, but you stare instead.

With only his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up, his black gloves, cap and black tie undone makes you want to burn the image into your brain. Store it for another of your restless nights.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He chuckles, grabbing his jacket from the floor and opening the door. “Vamos, que te tengo que llevar a casa, muñeca.” (Come on, got to take you home, doll.)

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Howdy howdy.

A little birdie told me requests were open and I had to ask: Can I request Dante with a s/o who’s a cowboy-themed devil hunter?

Love,

Rodeo

notes: and howdy back at you, Rodeo! my, can you guys believe that Rodeo, one of my favorite DMC writers of Tumblr, is here on my humble blog? geez, I got so so happy once I saw you here, please feel very welcome on my lil silly saloon!

this was very fun to make, not gonna lie, took most of the inspiration at my full-time Overwatch's Cowboy (a.k.a Cole Cassidy) lover period, and yeah, Dante with a Cowboy Devil Hunter s/o would be very funny to see hehehehe

i hope you enjoy the ride, Rodeo! <3

♡ tags: gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns, no description of reader's appearance, Cowboy word is gender-neutral as well because yes everybody can be a Cowboy, some fluff I guess, Dante loves you so much and the end have a itty bitty angsty moment.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

This man is over the moon, that's for sure.

We all know Dante had/have a thing for western-themed things (we're all looking at his chaps and cowboy boots in DMC4 at the moment), now imagine him having a S/O who's literally a Cowboy?

He's definitely lovestruck.

Thinks you're badass, you are badass and no one's changing his mind.

Always mouth wide open of how impressed he is seeing you in action.

Now cut for him showing off as usual so he can impress you too. Don't we all love this man?

He will wear Dr. Faust most 100% of the time you two go out on missions together.

"Look, sugar! We match!"

Also had a blast of glee when you wore Dr. Faust once.

Oh, and he'll wear — not to say steal — your hat too. Loving is sharing.

Silly goofy cowboy-themed nicknames for you, but most are just romantic and/or cute.

"I'm your huckleberry, honeypie~" "Indeed, you are, Dante."

If you ever have a Southern accent, you'll see Dante blushing from pink to cherry-red when you're speaking. He thinks you're voice is so sensual.

Also, yes, please sweet-talk to him — whether in public or not, much for Vergil's dismay —, he'll be a happy demon purring puddle.

"Who's my lil, sweet daredevil?" (Cut for Dante purring on the background)

Tell me you have a Devil Arm that's a lasso, by the love of Sparda. He'll be astonished and even more over the moon.

And sure, he'll convince you — a.k.a make his infamous puppy dog eyes — to let him use it.

Yet he also planned to got stuck by it so he can flirt with you.

"Looks like you got your price, honeysuckle?" "Dante, please, we're in the middle of a mission—"

It doesn't really matter how many Devil Arms you have on store, Dante will convince you to let him use, even if it's just for a bit. He'll let you use his, too, and yes he's mesmerized as heck seeing your proficiency with them.

I dare to say, he's even more in love with you.

Let's enter the angst field for a bit, with the classic "Dante knows you're badass yet he's afraid to lose you". He knows you're capable and strong, hell, that's one of the reasons he fell for you; but goddamn, what if you got hurt and he's not there to give you cover as he always does? Fuck, he doesn't even wanna think of the day you decide you're better off without him.

"My ridin' will always have you there, Dante. Y'know I love you with my heart and soul of coal, honeybun."

He's crying and he's hugging you like it was the last time, that's for sure. He loves you like a country love song.

Overall, Dante's your huckleberry, you're his honeypie, the love of his life, the step on his groove because you're so smooth. Have a very fun ride with this devilish cowboy!

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No Baby You Can't Lick it

Word Count: 2,522

Writers Note: Alright I'm tackling writing 70's E as a smut so don't judge me on this one

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: With Elvis now in Vegas and Cecelia back from her world tour, she finds herself at The International Hotel being reminded of the powerhouse of love that is her husband Elvis Presley

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The International Hotel January 7th, 1972

The cameras flashed through the lobby as a dark brunette-haired, sunglasses-wearing, fur coat-toating, tawny-skinned woman was at the front desk. That woman was,

"Mrs.Presley, We uh weren't excepting you!" The concierge looked in shock.

"Call me Cecelia, sweetheart." she laughed, taking off her shades as she looked at the young woman who was about to faint. Usually, her husband had this effect on women.

"W-Well... Can we do anything for you, get you a room..."

"I know Mr. Presley is on stage currently... but, uh, if you could relay a message to Jerry, tell 'em the Eagle has landed." taking the key from her, Cecelia winked as she continued to walk down towards the Elevator.

"Mrs. Presley!"

"Happy Birthday, Mrs. Presley!"

"Welcome back, Mrs. Presley!

"Geez, Midge. I didn't know people even remembered my birthday." she laughed as they walked through the casino. She was all smiles and waves like a pageant girl when really all she wanted to do was see her loving husband, who she hadn't been around for almost a year,

"Well, I don't even think you remembered your own birthday, let alone celebrated in how many years?"

"Not true! Last year Elvis. Bought me a rhinestone studded Gibson Guitar."

"And what did you send him."

"The key to a custom-made roadster... With EP on the seats."

"Well, when's the last time you two Celebrated your birthdays together..."

Cecelia took in a deep sigh as she thought about it. They'd been so busy with tours and conflicting schedules and even the kids who were now teenagers that the two hadn't even had time to their actual selves. The Elevator began to ding as they reached the 32nd floor of the hotel. Midge walked out first as Cecelia took out the hotel key. In a sense, the room felt like a home away from home.

The outside of the crowded concert hall was where the Memphis Mafia was trying their best to transport,

"Elvis, I love you!

"Love you too, honey." he winked,

Back to his hotel room, that was if he could stop kissing all the women who'd approached him, but then again, when you're the big star that is Elvis Presley, what's one more woman? Running down towards them was the concierge who had run to Jerry to tell him,

"The Eagle has landed."

Jerry looked at the young girl as he gave her a nod and a tap on Elvis's shoulder,

"We gotta go, E."

"Somethin wrong..." He looked up at Jerry, his hand searching for one of his many peacemakers.

"Nah, we just gotta go..."

The view of Vegas was beautiful from the window as Cecelia stood in front of it dressed in her long boudoir pink velvet robe. Champagne in her hand as she slowly breathed in and laughed, her eyes catching a pair of red panties that definitely didn't belong to her, just another chip in their marriage she'd manage to find. But it was no different than when she witnessed him date over 25 girls while his heart set on her. Lost in thought, Cecelia didn't even hear the key in the door turn,

"Be careful, E..."Jerry said,

"Why the hell do I have to be careful?" Elvis laughed a lit cigarillo in his mouth, "What's in there cept for what's usually in there." opening the door to his hotel room, he could smell the sweet scent of a familiar perfume. And the shift of a calming wind coming through.

"Elvis, is that you?"

"Cece..." his tired blue eyes now magnified back with energy,

"El..." she ran to him as she engulfed him with a tender kiss on his lips,

"I'll leave you two alone," Jerry smirked, closing the door behind him.

Cecelia had pulled away from him, taking the Cigarillo out of his mouth and setting it out. On the ashtray, "Seems somebody missed me." He whistled, looking at her frame in the robe,

"Seems someone couldn't wait for me..." her eyes gesturing to those panties again,

"Honey, no matter how many fans may have come in trying to steal away my appetite, you'll always be my main course," he whispered in her ear. Biting at the lobe as she shivered,

"You're lucky it's your birthday in half an hour..." she laughed,

"And you're lucky it's still yours." his lips were now on her neck, kissing and sucking all the way down to her shoulder, where her robe was now slithering down off her skin,

"Tell me, doll... you wearin anythin under that robe."

"Why don't you see for yourself." she laughed, running towards the bed as she untied her robe and ran,

"Damnit, Cece!" He laughed, chasing after his playful wife. Oh, the things he'd do for the woman before him. Cecelia was by the piano, now draped over it, as her eyes seduced him into coming over,

"Lord ol mighty..."

"Like what you see?" velvet curtains as her backdrop, she looked like something a man would only dream of finding in a bordello landscape.

"Mhmm..."

"You know... Pres, I'm liking a whole lot of what I'm seein..." Gesturing to him and his oh-so-tight blue owl jumpsuit. She wanted to pull him by the belt and get to working on him right now, but she wanted to make him work for it.

"You want me don'tcha honey,"

"I thought I was makin' my intentions clear," she smirked, beckoning him to come closer. Elvis began to walk closer towards her like a sailor drawn to a siren,

"Not clear enough, baby..."

"Do you want me to tell you what I want tonight..."

"Tell me, honey..."

"Well... I want you to make love to me like the beast I know you can be..." her arms around his waist as she heard the clinking of his belt hit the floor. His hands were already caressing her plump breasts.

"Easy... Mmm, tiger." her hand was now on his chest as she unzipped him slowly from the jumpsuit,

"Tell me, Mr. Presley... Did you think of me when you were fuckin those girls..."

"Every time..." he growled in her ear. As he pressed her against him, she could feel his cock against her ass. Biting her lip, "You know I love you... And only you," he whispered, biting her shoulder, "And I miss you and only you..." his fingers rubbed circles on her waist.

"Why don't you prove it..."

"Spread your legs, baby. And I'll show you," he commanded her. Cecelia felt her body pressed against the glass window, as his fingers were already working magic down from her heated skin to her oh-so-wet cavern. He could hear every little gasp and sharp mewl of a moan whenever his fingers would brush across the spot that made her say,

"Elvis..."

"Right there..."

Or his favorite.

" Don't stop..."

"I wasn't planning on it." he laughed, "You're wet, sweetheart, and it's all for your Elvis, huh." she could hear his devilish smile through his thick southern accent, "Elvis..." she sighed, her eyelids fluttering at his finger-work, though to be fair she did love a man who was a God at the guitar. "Tell me what you want, baby..." his voice was husky and raspy and sending her on edge,

"I ...I need you..."

"Need me to what, baby girl..."

"Fuck me..." Her voice had an innocent tone to it, and it was driving him crazy.

"Is that how we ask for things, Cece..." he asked her as he gently grabbed her face, lust-blown eyes looking into one another. Cecelia shook her head no.

"Oh, come on, little darlin, you can use your words for your Elvis, can't."

"Please..." she whined and whimpered.

"Anything for my princess." Tilting her head up from her chin, and he kissed her. Elvis could taste the faint hint of champagne and her lipstick on his tongue. Cecelia could taste the punchy scent of his Cigarillo and his beer. But it only made the kiss more intense for her. After all, she still did miss him. Gripping onto his broad shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist as she scrunched up her nose, readjusting to his size.

"You okay, baby?" Elvis asked with concern.

"Mhmm... it's just been..." her body shivered as her face fell into his shoulder blade, "Awhile..."

"You've missed me, haven't you, doll..."

"Why doya ask Pres..."

"Legs shakin worse than mine, and I ain't even start yet." he laughed.

"Maybe cause. I'm all shook up, OH EL YES!" she moaned at the first thrust he gave her. Cecelia had her fingers caressing his sideburns. She then heard a thud as she felt the sensation of glass on her back. Elvis's thrusts were in rhythm with every whine and moan she gave him, like a que written in sheet music,

"Fuck! Atta boy!" Cecelia growled as her eyes rolled from the jolt of his hips,

"You like that baby girl... Heh..." holding her closer to him as if she'd slip away.

"YES... YES... YES... ELVIS YES!!!" she could hear him moaning in her ear,

"It's nothing but sweet lovin for you, doll..." he whispered in her ear along with other sweet nothings. He could feel her nearing her end as she pulsated around his cock, but he knew she didn't want the fun to end. carrying her to the bed as he was still stuffed deeply inside her, Elvis laid down with Cecelia on top of him,

"Can I ride you, baby..."

"Cece, we've been married fourteen years. You really gotta ask." he kissed her collarbone, as he then kissed down to the peak of her breast,

"Tryin to keep the spark alive."

"With a body like that, it ain't never died, Cece." he groaned as his mouth latched onto her nipple. She knew there'd be a hickey. But Cecelia didn't care. After all, it was still her birthday. Grinding down on him and moving her hips, she could feel every ounce of stress leaving her body, just from feeling the tip of him touching the spot that made her go wild like a bull seeing red,

"You like that baby, you like how I ride you..."

"Mhmm...I like the view, too." he moaned, his blue eyes rolling back as his dark lashes fluttered like butterfly wings. Elvis had one hand on her waist and the other gripping her ass. His hips followed her pace and rhythm.

"Faster baby..."

"FuCk Cece!"

Elvis watched as he felt her tongue lick all the way down his chest. Oh, how did he get so lucky? His heart was racing, and he felt even more feverish. He needed to feel her tongue wrapped around his,

"Fuck Fuck Fuck!!" her back was arched as if she were about to do the bridge, lost in her own pleasure. He could hear the moans and feel Cecelia's quivering lips squeeze him tighter. Rolling over, Cecelia was now at the bottom, looking up at blue, lust-filled eyes.

"Well, hello, handsome..."

"Hello, beautiful." he smirked as she laughed, "What's so funny..."

"Your jumpsuits still on..."

"Shit, you're right... mind helpin' me remove it," he asked as he felt her kissing down from his chest and towards the zipper as she unzipped the rest with her teeth, his bottom lip between his teeth. This was another reason why she was Mrs. Presley. She could put on a good show. Kissing back up the leg, she stopped at the main event, then back at Elvis as he took his index finger under her chin and traced Cecelia's plump lips with his thumb. Her mouth opened wide as he slipped his fingers in one by one, sucking on each and every one of them as they all left with a little pop,

"Think you can take all of me now..."

"Yes, Daddy Elvis..." she was in a daze as she blushed, "Did I just..."

"Don't pay it no mind, darlin... Just show your big daddy Elvis how much that little ol mouth of yours misses me so much." Her red lips wrapped around the base of his cock. As her eyes focused on him, she could hear him moan and grunt and groan as she worked every nerve and vein with the grazing of her teeth and tongue.

Elvis was in pure bliss as he pulled at her hair,

"Don't stop, doll..."

"Oh shit... shit... shit..."

His hips began to thrust into her mouth as she pulled away,

"You fucking tease..."

"Me! a..." She played innocent as he pulled her back to his level and moved between her legs, "Tease!" she yelped as she felt him lap up all her slick wet juices. "Elvis...Elvis... Elvis..." her fingers in her own hair as she felt him nibble at her clit and lightly pull on with his teeth. sliding in his long finger, He could feel her coil about to snap at any minute, but he couldn't let her finish like this. Not after how she just left him. Cecelia's breath was hitching as she felt his finger curl into her with a beckoning motion,

"Oh! O-O- Oh Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!" if he hadn't known she was a singer he could, sure enough, tell by the E6 note she was hitting, he was taking her there and he could tell from the way her breathing was staggering.

"EL I'M GONNA!"

He stopped as he smirked looking up at her,

"You fucking tease!"

"Me... A tease oh darlin..." Lining himself with Cecelia, he entered back in as a shudder escaped both of their bodies, the two were both stimulated enough to pick back up from where they left off. His hips were rutting against her like a dog in heat, the two were in pure bliss as his hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed gently as she felt the cool metal of his rings,

"Oh God... ELVIS FUCK ME!"

"Mmmm! BABY OH SHIT!"

Cecelia collapsed on top of him as her breathing was heavy,

"Did you uh..."

"Mhmm..." she nods.

"Did you..."

"Mhmm..." Pulling out, he got a warm towel and cleaned her up as she kissed his cheek,

"Want anything to drink," Elvis asked,

"I could drink you..." she smirked watching him stand up as she smacked his ass,

"Watch it there honey." he laughed as she smirked,

"How can I when I've got grade-A beef in my face."

As the night went on the pair was snuggled up together, under the sheets. Elvis had his arms around Cecelia playfully kissing her neck as she giggled, There was a knock on the door and the two groaned putting on their robes, it was now 11:56 pm, and outside the hotel room were Jerry and Midge rolling in two guitar shaped birthday cakes.

"Happy birthday E and C..."

"What's wrong?" Elvis looked at the two as they then looked at each other, tussled hair and bite marks, both of their hearts beating faster with just one look,

"Should we leave them..."

"Yep..."

From afar the only thing they could hear was,

"Come here, big boy..."

"Yes, baby girl..."

"Should we even wake em up tomorrow ?"

"Nah."

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