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🔺Pairing: Chris/Bang Chan x FEM!|Reader 🔺Summary: Finding yourself as a bridesmaid once again, you're dragged along to a male review where each dancer is just as charming as the next. But what happens when you're trapped in the main events' magnetizing spell? 🔺WC: 14,600+ {40-60 min reading time} 🔺AU: Stripper AU, Bridesmaid Au 🔺Genre: Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Non-Idol AU 🔺Nets: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society 🔺Warning(s)⚠️: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. Unprotected sex [please wrap it before you tap it. This is fiction, and I control the narrative. Real life is scary, so please be safe], dom and sub undertones, creampie, oral (male and female receiving), choking, slight exhibitionism, fingering (fem receiving), light spanking, mentions of self hate, mentions of cheating. (please let me know if I missed any) 🔺Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction. 🔺Authors note: Hi! This has been a story in the making for over a yeah now. I wrote and intended to publish this back in Oct 2023, but I never finished it. With new found inspiration, I found myself able to finally push through and publish this. I hope you enjoy this (old ass) story! Special thanks to @therhythmafterthesummer &@bunnliix for beta'ing this for me. I really appreciate it!!

Once a bridesmaid, always a bridesmaid. This was your third wedding this year. Meaning, it was soon to be your third unflattering dress. Your third time smiling uncomfortably in pictures. This would probably be your third time getting stuck dancing with the handsy uncle who always smelled like aqua velva and cheap liquor. You conclusively loathe attending weddings, but absolutely loved and adored your friends. So when asked for the third time this year to be a bridesmaid, of course, you agreed. Because, what else are friends for?

A party bus full of late twenties and early thirty somethings, pre-gaming after pre-gaming, sounded like a setup for a god-awful lifetime movie. One where the bride gives some lucky stranger her goods after the bachelorette party and before the wedding. But you hoped that wouldn’t be the case. Imogen had been planning this wedding for four years now, and it was finally coming to fruition. She was the type to never let anything get in her way, and that included herself.

“I’m going to slide down that man and ride him till he calls me mama!” You chuckled as your friend struggled on the pole pushing her party city veil out of her face. “He won’t see it coming. He has no idea what kind of freak he's about to call his wife.” She’d been abstinent since her last relationship, so naturally, her and her fiance were celibate. That meant neither of them had dusted off the cobwebs in over four years. Couldn’t be you, but if she liked it, you loved it for her.

But you guessed forced celibacy was just as bad as actually vowing to not have sex. You were in a no-man’s-land. Pussy drier than the sonoran desert. Truthfully, if anyone did touch you, you were sure an actual cloud of dust would puff out of your cunt. It was terrible, really. Your last relationship ended with him cheating, after wholly decimating your confidence. Making your answer to ‘But He’s a photographer, he sees pretty, skinny girls all the time. What would stop him from cheating on you?’ totally irrelevant.

You caught them in your bed, on your Egyptian cotton sheets. Three hundred thread count sheets that you let him keep, since you knew you couldn’t wash the filth out of them. To make matters worse, she was much younger -barely legal-, and half your size. It was just your luck that her billboards were posted all over town. A fucking model. Yeah, that was a never ending cycle of self-denigrating that you had to unpack with your therapist. You swore up and down you'd never let it happen again.

But you were better now. Well, at least you hated yourself less. It took some time, a LOT of therapy, and the help of loved ones letting you know you were loved. Plus you have learned how to love and take care of yourself better. You’d given that man all of you and expected nothing of him and you know what they say about expectations right? Keep them low and you’ll never be disappointed. Bullshit. Even if you don’t have any, expect to be disappointed.

The bus rolled to a stop. The neon lights wrapped the building and entrance. Large posters of scantily dressed, well-oiled men stood stories tall. Big burly guards stood out front of the entrance, you guessed, to drag any woman who got too handsy with the dancers, out and off the premises. You all piled off the bus, bride and her maid of honor first. All of you, except the bride in her tight white dress, were in an array of green.

Your dress was a dark emerald color. The satin dress hugged your body just right, hitting you mid-thigh, with ruching around the stomach to hide anything you didn’t want to show. Like your tummy. You stood back, not too excited to see sweaty men gyrating in your face. But your thoroughly plastered friends would beg to differ. “Party for Standfield.”

One of the guards checked his tablet and nodded. He talked into his earpiece and opened the velvet rope. “Your host will meet you inside. Enjoy your stay at Taste, Male Revue.” He gave a knowing smile as your group sauntered past him and into the red glow of the front door. You were blasted by air as you entered. Rosemary and bergamot invade your senses almost immediately.

“It smells like a man in here.” One of your friends noted as she swooned.

“Acqua Di Giò, it was what my ex used to wear to be exact.” You were perturbed. You wanted to have fun tonight, let down your hair. Not be reminded of the insufferable douche you thought was the one.

“Great nose you have there ma’am.” You jumped as you were greeted by the host. He smiled. His features made him look like a fox, he was absolutely adorable. He looked way too young to be associated with a den of sin. What was he doing here? “We pump the fragrance into our system, it’s one of the owners favorites.” He nodded and bowed, greeting your party officially. “Welcome to Taste, male revue. I am your host for the night, Ian.”

You squinted at his name tag that clearly had the letters ‘i’ and ‘n’ written on it. You wanted to speak up about it, but when you looked around at your friends you realized it wasn’t worth the concern. “We have set up the v.i.p lounge for your party. Your bartender is starting on your first round of drinks as we speak. Your food will be served after the first hour of performances. Any booked solo time will be conducted after dinner and dessert. Please make sure to reserve your favorite dancer for any solo time before the conclusion of dessert.” He nodded, giving you all a once over, as if counting the party.

“It seems everyone is accounted for. Please follow me so we can kick this night off.” The main club area was a huge space with white tables and chairs that contrasted with the black carpet flooring. The stage was black, but shiny, making it a smooth surface for the dancers to glide over. The main stage area was packed. An oiled up dancer was grinding on some pretty blonde girl while she giggled.

"Must be nice.." you mumbled under your breath as you watched her get flipped upside down, her barely clothed vagina now in the dancer's face, her face in his crotch. The scene disappeared from view as you were ushered into the v.i.p area. Over the door it read "The Chapel", The tall frosted glass door looked like it had been hit with a blast chiller. I.N led the group past the doors, an odd but pleasant smile on his face. The floors were still black, but everything else was white and silver. Light lines the floor to help people navigate the darkness.

By the looks of the room the theme had to have something to do with ice. There was a bar that was made from glass that was back-lit with blue and white lights to give the illusion of frost. The ceiling was mirrored and also lined with lights around the perimeter. "Dibs on the seat next to Imogen!" Your friends clamored as they practically raced to the front near the stage. There was a chair sitting directly in front of the stage, a sash with the silvery letter of "bride" written on it.

"You want to sit next to me, Y/n?" Imogen asked as she grabbed your hand. The two of you had been friends for so long that she could tell when something wasn't completely right with you. She squeezed your hand to get you to look at her. "If you feel even a little uncomfortable here, let me know, okay?" She smiled and you reciprocated.

"I'm fine Imogen. Plus, this night is about you. One last night of free looks before you're tied to Jerry from accounting forever." She laughed.

"That doesn't mean I don't want my girls to enjoy the night too. Honestly that's what I want the most out of it. So, sit next to me. Okay? Allana said the guys here are extremely hot" You hesitantly nodded. There was no way you would have picked a seat that close for yourself, but this was about what she wanted. So, naturally you would agree.

His days never started before noon. Anything before two pm was entirely too early for him. Days always shifted into night and then into the wee hours of the morning. So sleeping until the sun was high in the sky was a must for him.

Chris reached out to the other side of his bed, feeling the cool sheets against his hands. It had been a while since someone occupied that side, his last relationship ended over a year ago. But they were still close friends, since it ended amicably.

He groaned, forcing himself to roll over and swing his legs off the side of the bed. His hair was messy, curls pointing in different directions, face and lips a little swollen from activities the night before. Also known as late night ramen with his best friend, Changbin. His phone buzzed on the night table, alerting him that it was time to wake up. "I know, I know." He groaned, shutting it off.

He eventually forced himself to leave the comforts of his bed and padded to the bathroom right outside his room. After showering and grooming, he made breakfast for him and his roommates, as well as pre-workout shakes. The three of them headed off to the gym a few blocks away from their apartment, together. He loved the atmosphere there. People were kind and supportive and it was never too crowded. He put on his playlist and zoned out.

After a good shower and lunch, he and his friends headed to work. You'd think after coming home so late at night they wouldn't be ready to go back. But they loved their job. It was fun to interact with people and dance. Getting to see the smiles on clients' faces made everything worthwhile. Plus it didn't hurt that he had some of the highest requests. Becoming so well known that he had danced at parties for some elite celebrity clientele. He couldn't tell you who though, he signed a n.d.a for that very reason.

"Alright, A team, we have a bachelorette party coming up tonight. They requested all six of team A. The maid of honor said and I quote, 'Give us all of them. We all like something different.' So, be ready for a wild night and a lot of bookings." Jeongin, the club manager and host stated. Bachelorette parties were always a mixed bag. It could either be a group of tame women who let go when they got a few drinks in the system. Or wild women who got even wilder after a few drinks. Or it could be the ones who ended up with their photos posted in the hall of shame. Those were the ones no one could let back in because they caused so much of a ruckus.

A year and a half ago, Chris had an encounter with a hall of shame inductee. She thought it would be a good idea to sneak backstage and hide in his dressing room. He was taking off his make-up when she popped out from behind his clothes rack completely naked. Telling him how she saw how he looked at her and that she knew she was just his type. He tried to talk her down, but no wasn’t in her vocabulary. It took two guards and Jeongin to pull her off him. She scratched his arm up so bad that even when it healed he had to get a tattoo to cover it.

But thankfully, hall of shamers were a rare occurrence. "Chan, they asked you to be the headliner for the night. Maid of honor says you're just the bride's type. So make sure to work your magic on the bride to be." He nodded. Once their briefing was over he headed to the dressing room to get ready for the night.

"Did you see the pictures of the bridesmaids?" Changbin asked as he caught up with him in the hall. "I wonder how many are single. Because the bride has some gorgeous friends." He showed him the folder with their pictures in it, just a few random girls on top. Folders were usually provided for parties that might be willing to spend a little extra to get "special" treatment. Not all the dancers participated, but they had rooms past the party lounge, just for extra services. Changbin frequented the rooms, especially if he found a party goer that really caught his eye.

Chan used the rooms at first. But he felt cheap everytime he saw the extra money on his check. It felt like he lost a part of himself each time he did it. So, eventually he just stopped. The owner understood, telling him that he didn’t need to force himself. He didn’t look back and had no desire to.

The hours had quickly passed him by. It was nearly showtime. The guys could see the bridal party shuffling in, taking their seats. A few of them battling over the two open seats next to the bride. The bride was off to the side talking to another woman he couldn't see, before she dragged her along to one of the seats next to her. The house lights dimmed just as the woman was about to step into view, so he didn't see her face. "Alright guys, it's showtime." He spoke to the room. He pat Minho's back, since he was the first one up. Minho simply smirked as he headed out of their waiting room and to the curtain for countdown.

A few of Imogen's sorority sisters were giving you death glares. She chose you and her maid of honor, her sister Allana, to sit at her sides. The rest were situated in comfortable white arm chairs. Drinks had been served, not that the ladies in this party needed any more to drink. They were already inebriated. Minus you, also known as pedestrian Pattie, because of your one drink policy. The lights on the stage slowly brightened, revealing the host from earlier in the center of the stage. His outfit had changed completely. The suit he wore before was traded in for a black mesh shirt with a cassock. A matching black stole with silver and white crosses on it. Dress pants and boots. He was a priest, and this was his chapel.

"I hope you ladies are ready to get on your knees... and pray." A few of your friends screamed, exhibiting just how ready they were. "The temptations will be high tonight, let's see if you can survive it and join me on the other side. I hope our first performer can tempt you to let go of your inhibitions and pull you to the dark side." He moved from the center off to the side, "Anyone need their pipes cleaned? Welcome to the stage, Lee Know."

Thirsty by Taemin started to flow through the speakers. You could hear the little water droplets at the beginning of the song. From the line I.N threw out about cleaning pipes and the water drops, you knew exactly what the theme would be. Plumber. As the lights focused on the performer, you noticed how handsome he looked. Worn jeans with rips in them. Working boots and tool belt. Long hair that covered his eyes added to his mysterious charm. He wore a white tank top and his arms were so well oiled you could almost see your reflection.

Was this what male revues were like? He slid to the end of the stage, right in front of you and Imogen. Your eyes were wide, hands unconsciously moving to cover your chest. He ripped the shirt, but not completely. He left a little of it to cover some of his abs. He reached a hand down slowly as he thrusted, practiced fingers making quick work of his button and zipper. His body rolls were immaculate. You swallowed hard and he noticed, winking his eye in your direction. A girl behind you squealed thinking it was meant for her, but his eye contact told you differently. He smirked and stood, jumping down right in front of Imogen. He grabbed her hand trailing it down his torso to where his pants were undone.

Her mouth dropped as she blushed furiously. She shook her head profusely, adamant about not even touching a man that wasn't her fiancé. He smiled, and it was one of the most dazzling things you had ever had the privilege to lay eyes on. His eyes landed on you and you stiffened. He smirked again, clearly sensing your hesitancy. He moved to the girl who screamed for him earlier and by all that was holy you were glad it wasn't you. If he fucked anything like he danced, some lucky someone was definitely walking out if here pregnant tonight.

He had somehow removed his jeans without taking off his boots, a feat in itself. You had no idea where he pulled a water bottle from, but his ripped shirt and tight boxer briefs were soaked. The way his body moved, his thick thighs, the devilish smile he wore, all of it was heart attack inducing. No wonder they called this room the chapel, it was aptly named. You were certainly in need of prayer after witnessing him work his magic. From him picking her up to bounce her on her like he was fucking her while standing. To him putting her down and grinding into her rear. This first dance was surely an eye opening experience.

Once the song ended, I.N made his way back to the stage, sly smirk on his face. "You've been blessed by Lee Know. But are you ready for the next performer? Or do you ladies need some holy water?" He eyed the crowd. "It seems like you're in the mood for something sweet after quenching your thirst. Anyone like….. peaches?" He moved to exit the stage again. "Welcome to the stage, Lix."

The names seemed to get stranger as time went by, first an Ian that was spelled I.N. Then Lee Know, who clearly knew a lot, judging by how his body moved. Now a Lix? Was he going to show tongue tricks? The room filled with fog, the lights fading from white to peach as Kai's Peaches started to flow through the speakers. You excused yourself, letting Imogen know you were taking a break. You headed past the bar, making eye contact with the bartender, who tipped his head at you. You returned the gesture with a smile before smacking dead into a hard chest.

"Oh- sorry." Hands flew to your waist as an assurance that you wouldn't fall. You let your eyes travel to the man in front of you. He had on black boots, slacks, and a black tank tucked into them. A sleeve of tattoos that you glanced over, but couldn't help but immediately noticed the snarling wolf on his hand, while brushing your eyes quickly over the rest. He had a stud in his beautifully large nose, messy smokey eyeshadow. His hair was styled in an unkempt way, but it looked attractive on him.

"It's my fault, I should have been looking where I was going." The accent threw you through a loop. He let you go, taking a step back. "Are you with the bridal party?" He nodded towards the small crowd who were cheering for Lix. It was now the hallway guy’s turn to give you the once over and truth be told you had to press your thighs together at how his eyes lingered on your lower half as he bit on his bottom lip.

"If they continue like this, yes. But if they somehow cause trouble while I'm away… I've never met those people in my life." Your little joke caused him to laugh, putting his pretty smile and dimples on display.

"Are you enjoying the show?" His brow rose as he leaned against the wall. It was almost as if he had all the time in the world to chat you up in this corridor.

"Yeah. I mean, this is my first time at a male revue, so it's a little different. Takes a little time getting used to seeing male bodies gyrating in your face." You looked back at Lix who now had one of Imogen's sorority sisters grinding on his lap. You quickly looked away and back at the confidently relaxed man in front of you.

"As opposed to a female, I'm guessing?" His voice seemed to deepen with his question.

You hummed, "I've been to a few strip clubs. My close friend invited me to his bachelor party a few months ago, and I've been back a few times since then. But Allana, the maid of honor, she's been here a couple of times, so she decided to book this for her sister." He nodded slowly, taking in your words.

"But are you enjoying it?" He tilted his head to the side.

"I mean.. it's different." You chuckled, "It has its charms. The dancers so far have been different from the last, so that's good."

"So, I take it you haven't found a dancer you like yet, is what you're saying." He had this smug look on his face as he said it.

"I liked the first guy, he was cool."

He hummed, nodding to himself. "Cool, huh?" He smirked, "Okay. So, what can be done to make this a good experience for you?" You tilted your head as you looked at him. Why was he asking you this? This was a night for Imogen to enjoy, you were just here in support.

"For me?" You purse your lips in thought, softly humming. "As long as Imogen- well, the bride to be is happy, so am I." He shook his head, not liking how you answered for your friend and not for yourself.

"Taste is an experience for all of his patrons, brides, bridesmaids, and whoever else comes in here. So, I'll ask again.” He plastered on the most charming, panty melting smile he could manage. Dimples on full display. “What can be done to make this a good experience for you?" He leaned in towards you, your faces a mere breath away from the other as he looked you square in the eyes. “What would have you coming back for more?”

"It would be nice to see someone get flipped around, I guess." You shrugged. He asked, so you threw it out there. “I saw someone getting thrown around on the mainstage as we made our way back here. They were practically sixty-nining on stage. That was pretty cool.”

"See someone get flipped around, yeah?" he nodded as he leaned back to his original spot against the wall. "Not willing to be the one getting flipped?" You laughed unexpectedly, taking both you and him by surprise. You cleared your throat as a way to cover up the abrupt chortle.

"Do you have Hercules or Captain America back there or something?" You nodded to the door that had a small 'restricted access' sign on it.

He shook his head. "No. But I -" You cut him off again, this time with a piteous sigh and a shake of your head.

"Do you see all of me or is your vision half off like the happy hour drinks?” You clasped your hands together as you tried to find the words to explain how insane he sounded. “It's cute that you want to try, it really is. But, sweetie, you'll throw your back out trying to flip me around." You moved next to him and pointed towards your group," You have all of them to choose from. Pick one that you can handle." You pat his shoulder. "Break a leg." You left him there stunned.

You quickly made your way to the bathroom to freshen up. That man was hot, absolutely everything about him was attractive. His accent, his eyes, lips, nose, dimples, tattoos, the way he stood there, that ass that you noticed as you passed by him, every single last thing. Too bad he had delusions of grandeur for thinking he could handle a woman like you.

Chan had a routine and for the most part he stuck to it. He'd put on the bottom part of his stage outfit, do his hair and makeup, then scope the crowd for whomever his victim would be for the night. The poor unsuspecting soul would never see it coming, until he was in their face seducing him.

He usually watched the crowd, to see how they reacted to the dancers before him. He noticed a few of the women in the party were down for anything. That could be fun, but they usually ended up wanting more than just a private dance. A few were reserved, only dancing a tiny bit in their chairs to the music.

Then there was you. The one who looked in awe of everything that was happening, like this was a totally foreign concept to you. Like you were having your male stripper cherry popped, so to speak. As if this was an eye opening experience. He eyed your expressions before his eyes traveled down your body. Every last inch that he could see of you was stunning. As if he didn't already have you as his pick for the night, you pulled him even more with your radiating beauty.

Plus it helped to see that you were clearly on edge. The way you kept shifting in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs let him know you were aroused by the show. He could make good use of this information. He was told to go for the bride, since he was her type.

But by the way she was redirecting dancers to her friends, knowing exactly who would be the best candidate for each dancer, says she is loyal and might be the best wingwoman in town. He needed to make good on his promise to approach her first, and hopefully she would direct him right to you.

Bumping into you was purely coincidental. He usually didn't make contact with his person for the night until he locked eyes with them on stage, he liked for things to seem organic. But talking to you only made the fire inside of him grow hotter. He was desperate to prove you wrong. To show you that he just simply needed to be Chris to flip you around or do whatever else it is you fancied.

You were confident, he'd give you that. You knew what you wanted. He liked that. But what he didn't like was you dismissing him like that. Hercules? Captain America? It absolutely boggled his mind that you thought you were incapable of receiving what that girl on the main stage received just because you had a few more curves. He settled at the bar and nodded to the bartender. He always took a ceremonial shot before his stage, tonight would be no different.

"What's on your mind?" Seungmin asked as he placed the empty shot glass in front of Chan. "Because I can see you overthinking from here." He poured the top shelf tequila into his glass then slid it closer.

"The woman who passed by here not too long ago, did you get a good look at her?" He really didn't know why he was asking, it was like Seungmin had photographic memory, he could probably tell him what time you passed by and everything.

"I did. Why?" He narrowed his eyes, "Don't tell me you're going back on your rule." Chan took the shot, shaking his head as the liquid burned down his throat.

"No. I just.." He sighed as he slid the shot glass back across the bar. "Do you think I'm strong enough to you know… flip her? Because she has me second guessing myself."

"Possibly." Seungmin shrugged. "You know Changbin hyung is the better candidate to answer that question." When he didn't say anything further, he knew he was done with the conversation.

"Thanks, Seungmin." The bartender nodded, getting back to making another round of drinks for the party goers.

Chan headed back backstage, passing you again as you exited the bathroom and headed to the bar. You didn’t even spare him a glance, sending him even further into the abyss that was self doubt.

Chan found Changbin in his dressing room, exercising before his set. "Bin. Question." Chan flopped on the couch, not too far away from his friend. "You scoped all of the bridal party, right?"

Changbin grunted and stopped his bicep curls. "You know I did. Gotta pick my person for the night." He grabbed a weight to do bicep curls, he had to make sure his muscles looked good under the lights. "Why? What's up? You look a little worried."

Chan was chewing on his lip nervously, not even realizing he was a bit frazzled by her comments. "There is this girl -" He stopped mid-sentence as Changbin nearly dropped his weight.

"A girl- wait- seriously?" He carefully put his weight down so he didn't accidentally injure himself with any more news. "You plan on… you know.. Going back on your rule?"

"No- why do people keep asking me that?" He sighed exasperatedly. "Where is the folder?" Changbin nodded towards the makeup table. Chan grabbed the folder and skimmed through the photos until he found yours. "Her." He gave his friend the photo, you didn’t have many full body pictures, so Allana provided them with the best one she possibly could. "Do you think it would be possible for me to flip her?" Changbin eyed the picture for what seemed like forever.

"Yeah. I think you can do it. Why are you asking this suddenly? This isn't like you." He slid the picture back into the folder.

"She said I couldn't."

"You felt challenged, huh?" Changbin laughed.

"I- I did and I don't normally let things like that get to me. But- I felt like she dismissed the thought before she'd even seen me work. She told me I'd throw my back out trying to flip her. Then told me to 'break a leg.'" He mocked your tone while rolling his eyes.

Changbin laughed so hard he doubled over, clutching his stomach from the pain of it.

"It's not funny!" Chan usually had unwavering confidence when it came to stage presence, for him to be shaking in his boots over one little comment was the highlight of Changbin's day.

"You're right, it's not funny. It's hilarious. I like this girl. She managed to shake the unshakable Bang Chan.” He smirked and Chris groaned. “But seriously bro, just prove her wrong. Pull her on stage, seduce her, then flip her. Simple."

"But I'm supposed to go after the bride." Chan protested, his face somewhere in between a scowl and a pout.

"Forget that. Minho already said she's denying dances for herself. So go after the friend." He picked his weight back up. "Now get out so I can get ready. I can hear Hyunjin's music playing and I'm up next."

Chan nodded and took his leave. Taking everything his friend said into account. He was going to win her over. He was going to give her exactly what she wished for and a little more.

Bored. That's exactly what you were at the moment. You didn't want anyone to take it the wrong way, these men were talented, there was no doubt in that. They were also too pretty to be real. Like somehow they were all AI generated. You flashed a smile at the unbelievably pretty man on stage as he made eye contact with you. His flowing black locks were mostly pulled into a ponytail, showing off his alarmingly beautiful face.

You figured his theme was that of a prince and honestly, he fit the bill. Regal looking from head to toe. You sipped your drink as he rolled his surprisingly toned body. You appreciated the view even if your usual type was a little bit beefier. You preferred a man that could pick you up, toss you around a little bit. And truth be told, you looked like you could break him just by looking at him. Him, the cute chubby cheeked boy before him and the small fairy-like blonde named Lix. At least the first guy, Lee Know, looked like he'd put up a fight. His thighs at least made him look sturdy. Plus he looked like he might be into a little pain, and you liked that.

You weren't even going to think about the cocky guy from the hallway. Sure, he had nice shoulders and an even nicer ass. But the mere thought that he thought he could flip you was laughable. He didn't look strong enough to flip a table to be honest. You were too caught in your own thoughts to notice that the prince had vacated the stage and I.N. was announcing the next performer. It wasn't until the lights changed from the pretty, calming, pale blue, to the fiery red that consumed the whole room. Alarm bells rung, pulling everyone's attention to the stage. Smoke snaked its way from behind the large white panel that covered the expanse of the back of the stage, giving a hazy feel to the room. “What's my name?”

A few of the ladies must have been paying attention to I.n. seeing that they replied with a roaring “Changbin!”. That included Allana, who wasn't sitting not too far away from you. His voice was gruff, sexy. Your eyes hadn't moved from the stage since the atmosphere changed. His silhouette was the first thing you saw of him. This thick, muscular man. Everything from head to toe looked sturdy and well crafted. You sat up, gripping the armrests of your chair. A smooth r&b track flowed through the speakers as he sauntered out. A fireman. His pants sat low, suspenders keeping them in Place. His Coat was slung over his shoulders, his hat pulled down over his eyes. This man was sexy.

He tossed his coat out into the crowd. He literally fanned the flames of tension between two girls as they started fighting over it, both tugging on the yellow fireman's cloth. What was this effect he seemed to have on all the women, that included you. He held eye contact with Imogen with every step he took off stage. You could see the faint blush on her cheeks as he got closer and closer.

Even he seemed to have a pull on her and that alone spoke volumes. He straddled her legs and grabbed her hand putting it right between his peck before making them dance. She covered her face with her free hand, giggling like some adolescent schoolgirl. You'd only seen her like this a few times in college, but this had to be a first, at least since she'd met her fiancé. He slid her hand down his oiled torso as he body rolled. She was as red as a tomato and you were just as or even more green with envy.

She'd been adamant all night about keeping her hands to herself, what changed? You sighed, deciding to push your jealousy to the side. You took the final sip of your drink. Opting to let the cool liquid calm your nerves. He stepped back, and grabbed Imogen's hand, pulling her to the stage. Maybe she'd had one too many drinks and forgotten the strict rules she had set for herself? Either way, this was her party, something to celebrate her and her upcoming marriage, so you had no ground to stand on when it came to being upset.

But it did look fun. The smile on her face and blush on her cheeks said it all. He picked her up and carried her to stage, all while she covered her face out of sheer embarrassment. Some girls really had all the luck.

Nerves. They weren't something he was used to dealing with before a show and any he did feel would be washed away by the shot he took beforehand. Not today. Chris was beyond just nervous, he was two seconds away from having a full blown panic attack and it was all because of you. You and your words. He knew better than anyone just what he was capable of, but you had him second guessing himself at every turn. Turning to others for advice and reassurance, which was very unlike him.

He looked out at the crowd while Changbin did his thing, taking one for the team and seducing the bride to be, so Chris could have a little more of an opportunity to try and get to you. He eyed your expressions, your movements. Noticed the slight grimace on your face as you looked on at your friend and Changbin with what looked like jealousy. “Ah, so that's your type.” He couldn't help the little smirk that formed on his lips. He and Changbin were gym buddies and even though they had very different body types, they still did the same things when working out. He had this in the bag.

Chan usually fluffed his cock before a show. Though he looked pretty decent without it, fluffing before he went on stage ensured he looked just as above average as he was. He went back into his dressing room to finish getting ready. He took his usual routine, pulling up a video, locking the door so he wouldn't be interrupted. He landed on a video he liked and started to stroke himself. But his cock seemed uninterested in something that had gotten him off time and time again. To say he was frustrated, would be the understatement of his lifetime. You insinuating that he couldn't handle you kept flashing in his head in big, red, neon letters.

What is the off chance that you were right? That he really couldn't handle you. That he'd make a fool of himself and you in the process? What if he dropped you? He'd never be able to forgive himself. He'd never be able to show his face here or anywhere for that matter. What if this followed him for the rest of his life. Like somehow everyone knew he dropped a girl who told him he couldn't handle her. He groaned loudly, so loud he almost missed the knock on his door. “Five minutes.” He sighed. There was no use, his dick was disheartened. He tucked himself back into his boxers and pants and threw on the rest of his outfit.

He did a self check. Breath. Minty fresh. Outfit. Every detail in place. Makeup. Subtle, mostly just a tinted moisturizer and an alluring smoky eye. Hair, straightened and pushed up and back out of his face. He nodded to himself in the mirror. “You got this.” He hit his chest a few times to really pump himself up before heading out towards the stage. It was almost as if everything went mute. He couldn't hear the crowd screaming Changbin's name, practically begging for an encore.

He couldn't hear I.N. trying his best to calm them down so he could announce Chris as the next performer. He couldn't hear the stage hand telling him to wait. He snapped out of it as the young woman touched his chest. “Are you even listening? I.N hasn't announced your name yet.” she rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed by him at the moment.

“I'm so sorry. You know what it's like when I'm in the zone.” He gave her an apologetic look. She sighed and nodded, deciding to let things go. Chris tried his best not to look out at the crowd, he didn't need anything knocking the confidence he'd built up. But he couldn't help himself. He peeked out, finding you and your friends fanning yourselves while giggling. Probably still giddy about Changbin's performance. He couldn't understand why, but that gave him a little confidence boost.

While Changbin was a wonderful performer, Chris was in the top stop for a reason. He couldn't wait to shock the crowd with the routine he had planned. “You ladies have been very naughty tonight. You know that? Now that the flames have been put out, I think it's time we arrest the culprit behind it all. Don't you-” Sirens filled the room again, but this time it was police Sirens. “Oh no, the cops are coming. Is that…” I.N. pretended to look off in the distance as if this was a totally believable bit. His dedication to the scene was impeccable. “It's officer Bang. Be careful ladies, I've heard he's a very bad boy with a badge. I hope you all are ready to submit or be charged.”

The stage hand nodded and Chris finally walked out on stage. With one hand on his belt, the other twirling the cuffs, he walked out to the middle of the stage and stopped. His lips curled into a smirk as he looked over the crowd. He made it to the end of the stage and pointed at a still flustered Imogen. She covered her face and shook her head.

Changbin had clearly done some work on her, if she was back to refusing dances. She glanced from her sister to her best friend as if she was contemplating which one to pick, between the two. She grabbed your hand lifting it into the air, declaring you the winner of the lap dance from officer Bang. Much to his delight and your chagrin.

He extended a hand towards you, a slick smile on his face, while you visibly panicked. “Go, Y/n. Have fun. For me, yeah?” It was like she said magic words. You closed your eyes and sighed. It was for Imogen. That is the reason you relented. At least that's what you tried to tell yourself. You took his hand and he held it until you made your way up the tiny staircase to the stage.

“Before we get started, do I have your consent to do what I need for entertainment purposes?” Your eyes scanned his face before darting to Imogen who nodded profusely.

You sighed again, shoulders falling slightly in defeat. “Yeah, yeah. Just get on with it.” You waved him off just for him to catch your wrist, slapping the cuff around it.

“Then, you're under arrest.”

“What's the charge officer?” One of the ladies yelled from the back. She was a lawyer, so this was probably very familiar for her.

“Underestimating me.” He once again invaded your space, his face dangerously close to your own. You could smell the fresh mint toothpaste on his breath. “You're guilty, until I prove you wrong.” You were so distracted by the alluring look in his eyes that you didn't feel him grab and cuff your other hand until you heard the faint click. “Play my music.” He yelled back at the dj. You felt this overwhelming sense of embarrassment. Was this man about to do what you knew he couldn't?

He bent you over, with your cuffed hands placed on the back of a chair that you hadn't realized had been put on stage. “I can't take you in until I frisk you. So spread those legs for me.” You did as told, spreading your legs a little, feeling your dress ride up the backs of your thighs and settling right in the undercuff of your booty.

You tried not to be self conscious about slightly exposing yourself to not only your friends but a bunch of strangers in the process. You felt the warmth of his hand on the small of your back as he pushed it down ever so lightly, making you arch. The fabric covering your ass was hanging on by a thin thread.

You could have sworn you heard him curse behind you as he rubbed your sides softly. “You aren't hiding anything, are you?” You couldn't see his face, but he was trying his best to continue playing his role. The way your curves looked in this dress was already tugging at the strings to make him come undone. You, bent over like this, this was causing the frayed ends of his sanity pull as well.

“No.” You sighed heavily. You couldn't look at the crowd. To you they could only be responding in either two ways. Disgust or bewilderment. There was no in between in your mind.

“I'm going to pat you down to make sure you don't have anything on you to hurt me.” He knew that was a lie. You'd already hurt him. You couldn't possibly do more damage than you already did to his ego. Or so he thought. With both hands situated on your hips, he ground his own hips into your backside before letting his hands slip down to your thighs.

He dropped to his knees, his hands traveling down with him over the outside and then the over inside of your parted legs. He was immediately faced with more pain than he could possibly manage. He was face to face with the wet patch in your lace panties and it immediately threw him off guard.

It wasn't that he didn’t know you were wet, he'd figured that out much earlier in the night. No, it was because it was much worse than you just being merely wet, you were soaked, panties clinging to your pussy for dear life he was desperately doing to his sanity.

You felt exposed. Chewing on your lip, just waiting for the moment you could finally sit down. The rest of the girls who were danced on were seemingly having the time of their lives and that included Imogen. Why couldn't you just get out of your head? Whether he could flip you or not could be pushed to the back of your mind for the time being.

You just wanted to relax and enjoy the moment. Because when was the next time you'd get a dude to touch you like this? You were more than touch starved for a reason. In a perpetual dry spell. Plus, it didn't hurt to admit that there was this overall sexiness about this man. You sighed, arching your back a little more, spreading your legs a little more. Giving him more of the view he didn't know he needed.

He had to calm himself. The view he had in front of him right now, had to be one of the best things he'd ever seen in his life. It almost felt as if he was receiving the lap dance instead of you. He shook his head lightly, bringing himself back from being too distracted by you. He ran his hands down the outsides of your legs then moved between them to rub back up.

Standing back up, he grabbed your hips once again to grind into you, hands moving up your sides slowly, then up your back to the nap of your neck. He grabbed tight, not tight enough to hurt and pulled you back to him. Your back now flush to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, hips still moving sensually against your own. You could feel his steady breaths against your neck, as if he wasn't doing a routine. As if his heart beating quickly in his chest wasn't enough to alert you to how he was feeling.

“Turn around for me.” You took a moment, but complied. You couldn't have him thinking you were eager enough to comply immediately. You waited a beat before turning around and facing him. He didn't let go of you, but he gave enough slack in his arms for you to move freely enough. Your chest rose and fell with each of your panicked breaths. Being this close in proximity to such a handsome man was making you nervous.

It'd truly been that long since you've been touched? Yes. You were genuinely surprised he wasn't covered in cobwebs from the contact. He hooked his hand under your thigh, lifting it, settling it againsts hip. His other hand sat firmly right above your ass just to keep you in place. You could feel his bulge against your heat, just the thought of his proximity made you salivate. And it turned out that he didn’t need fap material when you were in his presence. He'd recovered just fine after not being able to get it up with his usual means.

From where the audience was sitting, it looked like the two of you were caught in a passionate moment, unaware of the spectators. He ran his nose over your jaw as he pulled you in even closer. There was little to no room between the two of you. It took everything in him to pull away. There was the magnetism you held that made him not only curious about you, but made him want to stick to you. “Why don't you sit down for me, huh?” You sucked in a shaky breath and gave him a faint nod.

He let you go, even if his instincts told him to keep holding on. He took a step back as you took a seat. He tossed his hat to the side of the stage and took his sweet time unbuttoning his shirt. He threw the garment to Imogen who surprised the heck out of you as.she sniffed it. She mouthed an “Oh my gosh he's so fucking fine.” To you while fanning herself, successfully making you giggle.

But those sweet giggles were soon replaced by A gasp as Officer Bang stood shirtless in front of you. You finally got to see the full extent of his tattoo placement. Random little red and yellow flowers, some flags, a cute portrait of a dog. None of it matched his almost sinister hand tattoo. That snarling wolf that looked as if it was staring you down, ready to rip you to shreds.

He leaned into your face once again, pulling you away from ogling his half naked, tattooed body. His finger hooked under your chin so that you'd look up at him. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Something about the way he looked at you as the sensual sounds of the Cuff It remix playing in the background made you press your legs together in an effort to stop your pussy from getting any wetter, as if it could. You were undoubtedly soaked, you knew that and unbeknownst to you, so did he.

“Never.” You whispered to him, a smirk spreading on your lips. “You'd have to earn that, Officer Bang.” You leaned back in the chair, his hand falling from your face and back to his side. The music playing in the background drowned out the conversation the two of you were having.

“Earn it, huh? Alright, bet.” He was putting on an air of confidence, he wanted you, if no one else, to think he was as confident as they came. Even if his feelings had been wavering all night. He took your cuffed hands and placed them on his stomach as he rolled his body. Your fingers slid until they caught onto his belt. He moved in, straddling your legs while towering over you.

“Take it off for me.” His voice was clear and commanding. He watched you carefully as you unbuckled his belt. Your brows were furrowed, lips tucked between your teeth. The amount of concentration exerted just undo his belt, let him know that your mind was working ten steps ahead of you right now. Even the look of innocence you gave him after you completed your task did not negate the fact.

“Thought you weren't going to be a good girl for me?” He whipped the belt through the loops then folded the belt in half. “What happened to me earning it? Huh?” He tapped the leather accessory under your chin. His eyes were so piercing they almost broke the barrier of your confident facade.

“How does that make me a good girl? Maybe I just want to see you with less on. Did that thought occur?” He chuckled, grabbing the back of your head while grinding towards your face. You flashed him that innocent look again, but with your adjacency to his crotch and you darting your tongue out to wet your lips, there was nothing innocent about you.

If anything you straddled the line between playful and something deeply sensual, with little to no effort. You knew what you were doing. You were teasing him, and he loved to be teased almost as much as he loved teasing. “It did. But you're a little too eager for it to be just that.” He stepped back again, hands moving to your thighs again. He pushed them open and lifted them, letting your legs rest around his waist. He grabbed the back of the chair with one hand, the other was placed on your hip. “Just admit you want me. It'd make things easier for you.” The way he ground his hips into you had a moan slipping past your lips

His lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Just give in to me.” He moved in like he was going to kiss you. At least to your hazy visions that's what it looked like. He fit so perfectly between your thick thighs and the way he moved against you was dizzying. Your friends were on the edge of their seats as they watched this dance. It was flirting with being hardcore pornography on the stage. The way your wetness was now dampening the front of his trousers. How your legs wrapped around him, pulling him in with the sharp heels of your shoes.

You moaned again, nails dragging down his stomach. “I could do much more to you if you let me. Just give in to me.” He was staring into your soul. He was touching you, but just barely and yet it felt as if every nerve ending of yours was on fire. As if another part of you was reacting, you nodded. It had to be that part of your brain that was too horny to function. The touch-starved beast that was desperately seeking attention from this beautiful specimen of a man that had you pent down to a chair in front of your friends.

His lips twitched into a small smirk. “Good girl.” He unhooked your legs from around his waist and moved them to his shoulders. His smirked shifted into a cocky smile as he left open mouth kisses down your clothed frame till he was right above your heat. He stealthily placed a kiss to your exposed panties, eyes still focused on yours, but now with a playful glint in them. He placed kisses on your thighs then nipped at the skin.

Chris had never been this drawn to a client before. He wanted to feel your skin for real. To feel your touch, maybe even to taste you, if you'd let him. With him this close to you, he could smell your sweet scent. And if he was honest, he'd tell you just how tempting you were. But, the man had a job to do. He was meant to entertain, and he had no reason not to fulfill that task.

He switched your position, your thighs were once again around his waist. “Put your arms around me.” You didn't hesitate. You looped your arms over his head, letting your arms settle around his shoulder, fingers accidentally threading into the damp patch of hair on the back of his head. He lifted you up, almost as if you weighed nothing to him. The look of shock on your face said enough.

He chuckled, his hands gripping your ass to keep you in place. “Hold on tight, okay? I got you.” He used the grip on your ass to swing you back and forth, your hips crashing into his crotch, like he was fucking you. Your hold on his neck tightened. A bit of fear he'd drop you was creeping back up into the back of your mind, no matter how much you tried to trample it down.

“I won't drop you, I promise.” He smiled, “If I do, you can take it out on me however you like…. Deal?” That however you like sat with you. You almost wanted him to drop you, just so you could take it out on him. You nodded in agreement and relaxed your body, so that he could do what he wanted. “Plus, I don't plan on flipping you in front of all these people.” You looked at him confused, what was he even saying?

“That should be something done in private.” The next thing you know, your back is pressed against the cold stage and his hips are giving you a barrage of quick fire strokes just to slow it down once again. Now all he needed to do was a few finishing moves to close out the show, then things would come to a close. That would be the end of his time with you. For some reason, that just didn’t sit right with him.

He wanted to at least know your name. He’d tell you his name in return. He didn’t want to leave off with you knowing him as Officer Bang or Bang Chan. He wanted you to meet Chris. He placed your leg on his shoulder, feeling from your ankle down to your thigh. You don't know how but he turned you quickly on your stomach and maneuvered himself back between your legs. Rolling his hips into yours. You had nowhere to run, and truthfully you liked feeling him pressed against you.

You were flustered, face slightly damp with sweat. Chest rising and falling rapidly. Body racing with adrenaline. Loving the feeling of his hips grinding in circles against yours once again, making the heat of lust crawl back up your body once again. Fogging your mind until you couldn’t think of anything else but the way he felt moving against you. The lights dimmed, music faded, your friends roared loudly as they cheered from the crowd. You’d forgotten they were there, mind too gone with the man that was still on top of you, though his routine had ended.

“Come back stage with me?” He asked in your ear, voice hoarse from speaking over the music so you could hear. You nodded, too aroused to actually verbalize an answer. “Was.. was that a yes?” He chuckled lightly as he sat up. He grabbed your hips, helping you to get up from the floor, knowing it'd be pretty hard to do with your hands still cuffed. He stood to his feet before helping you and leading you carefully off stage, hand in hand.

That part was still dark and he didn't want you to take a tumble. You squinted as the darkness turned to light once behind the curtain. He pulled you off to the side, retrieving the key from his pocket. “You did great, by the way.” He kept your hand in his as he tried to unlock your cuffs. “It felt.. natural.” He wouldn't look in your eyes, at least not for long.

“I should be saying that to you, honestly. You're an amazing dancer.” You nodded, but noticed just how shy he got. He was still shakily trying to put the key in the hole, biting down on his bottom lip. “Take your time…” You encouraged him. “I'm sure Imogen still wants to party while a few of the girls.. you know.. partake in the other services offered here.” You didn't know why, but the thought of one of your friends asking to sleep with him bothered you immensely.

“And… What about you? What are your plans… if I ever get you uncuffed?” He was cursing himself out in his mind, how hard was it to take off a cuff? He'd done this many times before. Why was he so nervous?

“I'm down for whatever. I mean, I have to wait for my ride, right?” You chuckled. “Plus I'm sure one of the girls is booking you as we speak. Especially after that performance. I only saw a few of them from my peripherals, but they were beyond impressed. I think you got a standing ovation.” You chuckled half heartedly, the thoughts of him and one of the girls was still swimming around in your head. Leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Ah- yeah, nah. I don't offer those kinds of services. I leave that up to the rest of the guys.” He finally heard the click of the cuff and sighed out of relief. “Fucking.. finally.” He removed them and placed them in his pocket, then grabbed your wrists to message away the little indents left by them. “It doesn't hurt, does it?” His eyes were fully focused on your wrists.

“Not really. Rope burn is far worse, in my opinion.” You shrugged. “The marks will be gone within the hour.”

“Rope Burn- heh. Is it?” God, you were still doing things to his mind. His erection hadn't calmed down yet, either. “Are you.. Ya’know.. into that type of thing?” He could hear his heart in his head, beating loudly.

“I'm into all types of things, Officer Bang.” You teased.

He had to look up to the ceiling to gather himself. The image of you tied in rope, just waiting there for him almost made him cum in his trousers. He cleared his throat, focusing his attention back on you, “Chris. You can call me Chris.”

You smirked, “Chris, huh? Are you expecting me to tell you my name now…. Chris?” It was something in the way you said his name that almost made his knees give out.

“That would be nice. But it's not necessary, not if you don't want to tell me.” He was sweet, you recognized that. He finally let your wrists go, and you immediately missed the contact.

“Lucky for you, I'm feeling generous.” You gave him a soft smile, “I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you, Chris.” You didn't ask or hesitate, you just took his hand in yours, giving it a shake. But he took you off guard when he pulled you hand to his mouth, giving you a kiss on the back of it.

“Pleasures all mine.” That mischievous glint was back in his eyes as they traveled from your face down to your chest and back up.

“It's not. But it could be.” You don't know who broke first, but you were suddenly engaged in a kiss, your back pressed against the hallway wall that you first met him at. He had you boxed in, a hand on each side of your head. Your hands started at his waist and worked their way up his abs to his pecks.

He needed to feel more of you. Just your lips touching was not even close to being enough to satisfy this growing need he had for you. He pressed his body yours, moving one hand to grip one of your thick thighs, resting it at his waist. You could feel him against your core, the contact igniting something within you.

He moved his kisses from your lips to your neck, taking his precious time with leaving his mark behind. He didn't know who needed to know, but he wanted people to know he'd been there. You moaned as his teeth grazed over the most sensitive spot on your neck. “There, yeah?” He ran his tongue over the bite, just to suck a hickey into the spot.

“Turn around for me.” Letting your leg fall from his side, he took a step back, watching you carefully as you turned to face the wall. Face and chest pressed to the faux brick. “Fuck…” Your dress had ridden up, but not far enough in his humble opinion. He grabbed the fabric and pulled it up over your ass, watching your ass drop-out of the material. The glimpse he'd gotten earlier didn't do you justice, not in the least bit.

He landed a smack to your ass, gripping that same spot before smacking it again. You looked back at him, lust dripping off of your expression. “Don't look at me like that.” He could feel his cheeks flush, his ear burning.

“Like what?” You asked, genuinely curious as to what your expression looked like to him. There was still lust burning in your eyes.

“Like you want me to fuck you. Right here, right now.” He had taken hold of your hips again, his body pressed to yours once more.

“I wouldn't object, if you're asking.” His fingers dug into your hips lightly. He leaned his head on your shoulder and let out an exasperated sigh. He was convinced you were sent to get him to back out of everything he'd once vowed he'd never do again. Maybe Changbin sent you. An agent of chaos.

“You don't seem like the reckless type and that… would be very reckless.” He felt as if he was on the edge of desperation. “You aren't a bad girl, are you?” You whimpered. He hadn't realized you were feeling just as desperate as he was. “You don't want to be a good girl for me? Haven't I earned it?”

He was breaking you down with every word utter from his beautifully plump mouth. “Can't I be both for you?” He nodded against your shoulder.

“Yes, yes you can. Yes, you absolutely can, baby.” His fingers toyed with the lacey waistband of your thong. “As long as I'm offered the same courtesy.” He traced along it until he got to the string sitting snugly between your cheeks. “May I?” He pulled away, just to get another glimpse at your ass.

“Go right ahead.” You by all accounts, were a straight shooter. You usually told it like it was, especially when you'd had a drink or two. But being this bold? With a stranger? Never. This was far from who you usually were. He pulled your panties to the side, taking in the glorious sight before him.

“Fuck…. I've been waiting to see this all night.” He spread your cheeks to get a better view and the visual was almost too much to take in. Your pussy was already ready for him. Your puffy lips were smeared with wetness that had collected throughout the night. He ran his fingers over your lips, shuddering from the warmth of your slickness.

You moaned feeling his skin make contact with yours. It'd been so long since you'd been touched that you'd almost forgotten what it felt like. “I want to tease you so bad…” His voice was breathy, fingers running up and down your slit, “But you're so fucking wet I can barely contain myself. Your pussy is begging me to fuck it.” He slipped a finger in. You were wet, but he could still feel resistance. He groaned. His mind filled with how wet and tight you were.

He added a second, knowing almost immediately that he'd have to stretch your pussy out if he expected to fit. If he even made it that far. You clenched around his two digits as he slid into your wetness. You bit down on your bottom lip, to stifle the moan that was rising in your throat. He gave you no time to adjust, his fingers pleasantly grazing against your walls, in and out. Your eyes fluttered shut, you were numb to any of your surroundings that weren't him

He twisted his fingers, palm now facing down, the eye of a snarling wolf on his hand now watching your back. He was intoxicated by the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you. Imagination running wild with the thoughts of what it would feel like to be deep inside of you. To feel your tightness squeezing his length, wetness coating it. To see just how your fat little cunt swallowed him.

He needed to add a third, for his sanity. Just as he slipped that third finger in, people rounded the corner. He stuffed them inside of you, covering your mouth with a kiss as he shielded your lower half with his own. You couldn't even comprehend how indecent this was. Your mind is completely consumed with lust.

“Oh- didn't mean to interrupt.” Allana giggled, hands wrapped tightly around Changbin's arm. Changbin gave his friend a knowing look, a smirk dancing across his lips.

“The lounge is free. All the guys booked tonight.” He smiled, patting his shoulder before toting off his client for the night.

“We can't stay here.” Chris spoke lowly into your ear. “Come with me, yeah?” He pulled his fingers from your grip and couldn't stop himself from getting a taste. The way your wetness coated his fingers like the sweetest drips of ice cream from a melting cone, he truly couldn't resist.

He indulged in sweetness while you adjusted your dress, pulling it down to make you look presentable once again. He was still licking his fingers even after you were done. Needing more than just a taste, he grabbed your hand and tugged you gently along to the lounge. It was a shared space, but with his dressing room being too small and him not having a designated room anymore, the lounge would have to do.

Chris made sure to lock the door. “I don't know how much time we ha-” He was stopped mid-sentence by your lips on his. You pulled him by the belt loops on his pants to the plush white sofa in the middle of the room. Pushing him down on it, you quickly straddled his lap and wrapped your arms around him, resuming the kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, mingling with the lingering minty freshness.

Everything was telling him to be a gentleman, to be responsible. To find out how you'd get home if your friends left. He'd gladly take you, but he knew how it would look if he knew your address. Most people wouldn't be comfortable with that, he understood. “Get out of your head.” You spoke against his lips. You could tell he was thinking? That it had nothing to do with the nasty things his other head had been thinking for hours now? “Hey.” Pulling away from the kiss, you grabbed his face, making him look at you. “Whatever it is, worry about it later. I feel like I’ve been edged all night and I really need to be fucked stupid. Okay?”

He chuckled, “Okay.” Your little not so peppy-talk seemed to do it for him. Any and all thoughts not pertaining to this moment he was sharing with you were now out of the window. He needed to see you in all your glory, and thought he appreciated the way that dress fit you, he would much rather see it on the floor. He slipped the straps off your arms, fingers gently trailing down your skin, leaving little goosebumps in its wake. You let it fall, pulling your arms out. Next to go was your strapless bra, expert fingers quickly rid you of the garment, tossing it somewhere in the vicinity. “You’re perfect.” His thumbs traced over your collarbones, before his fingers joined in over your chest and down to your breast.

“Hardly. But I know how to take a compliment.” You joked, “Thank you.” He touched you like he was trying his best to savor the moment, not wanting it to end. He shook his head, cupping your breast, feeling the weight of them.

“You look perfect to me.” You just hummed, not wanting to argue him down about it. It wasn't worth it and you wanted to stay in the moment. He kissed your sternum, “Get up for me for a second.” You were taken off guard, but you moved off his lap and stood up. He laid down flat on the sofa and beckoned you over with his finger. “Sit on my face. I want to taste you.” It took a second for your brain to catch up with his words.

“Look, just because you might be capable of flipping me does not mean I wouldn't suffocate you-” He groaned, interrupting you.

“I didn't ask. Just come sit on my fucking face.” Your eyes went wide, not expecting him to talk to you like that. But you would be the first to admit it kind of turned you on. You moved with haste, kneeling next to his head before straddling his face. “Good girl.” You were beginning to really like the sound of him calling you that.

You steadied yourself with your hands on his chest, careful not to put all your weight on him, keeping most of it on your knees. Chris grew impatient the way you were hovering over him, after pulling your panties to the side once again, he roughly grabbed your hips pulling you down on top of him. His face made the perfect seat for you, enveloped between your cheeks, nose and mouth slotted between your lower lips. His tongue immediately went to work, making you squirm on top of him.

You bit back your moans, even with the other guys being otherwise occupied, you didn’t want to risk being too loud. A hard smack landed on your ass, making you jump and squeeze your thighs around his head. Deft hands spread your cheek; that gave him a little more room to move between the thickness of your ass and pussy lips. Not wanting to be the only one to receive pleasure, you leaned forward, sliding a hand into his pants. You gripped his member with one hand and pushed his boxers under his balls with the other.

You gasped at the sight of his thick cock; mouth immediately salivating. He slid his thumb into your cunt, making your grip on him tighten. He groaned against your clit, stopping for a second just to commence his torture of your pussy. But two could play that game, right? You went to work, testing out the waters first. Seeing just how much of his big cock you could take. You spit on it, letting it dribble down his length. “Good girl.” He spoke between your folds.

Making sure his member was completely wet, you gripped the shaft with two hands and took him back in your mouth. Your mouth and hands moving simultaneously on his dick made him sigh with pleasure. It'd been a while since he'd been touched by anyone besides himself and he needed the relief more than you knew. Your mouth was the perfect amount of wet and the way you slurped was the perfect amount of nasty. He replaced his thumb with his index and middle fingers, going slow at first before quickening his pace to match yours.

Wet noises replaced the background club noise that filled the room earlier. Chris loved the way you tasted on his tongue but he needed to get his dick wet with more than saliva. With a hard smack to your ass, he spoke up, “Turn around for me.” He had figured out that in order to get his point across with you he needed to be assertive. He was normally polite, but politeness could wait for later. “I need to be inside of you.”

You were so needy you didn’t even think twice about his request. You let his cock go with some resistance, a small pop resounding through the room as you pulled him from your mouth. You must have been moving a little too slow for his liking, because the next thing you knew, you were flipped over onto your back, legs spread but also close to your chest as his cock slid between your folds. “I don’t mean to be impatient…” He paused, groaning as the back of his tip brushed over your clit, sending chills through his body. You were beyond wet, more especially now that he’d added his saliva to the mix. “I need you.”

You could feel the heat travel from the center of your chest, up your neck, to your face. His words felt genuine, even under the circumstances. He leaned in, kissing your lips, distracting you from him lining himself up with your entrance. The kiss was intoxicating. Enough so that it made your hip buck up into his, the tip of his cock consequently sliding into you. Your breath hitched, eyes rolling back at the unexpected stretch. “Patience is a virtue, beautiful.” He chuckled darkly. Was this the same man who couldn’t even give you time to flip around yourself? He was now telling you that patience was indeed a virtue, but it was clearly something neither of you had. “Fuck you feel so good..” He hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since he flipped you over, and honestly, he didn’t know if he would be able to. You were gorgeous to him. Every single last inch. The wet sound of his hips harshly slamming into your filled the room, tuning out the muffled club music.

The way he was filling you up, stretching your walls deliciously, was absolutely mind boggling. He felt so good inside of you that you almost didn’t know what was up or down. Your nails dug into his forearms. Your jaw was slack, eyes threatening to close. “Fuck…. Yes.. there…” He had readjusted his hips, digging his knees into the couch, pushing your legs towards your armpits. You’d never been stretched like this, and you meant that in more than one way. He focused his eyes on the mess that was accumulating between the two of you. Your wetness was accompanied by your cream, his cock was dripping with your essence. The sound, the sight, the smell, the taste, everything was getting to him. You moaned loud, eyes glossed over, unable to hide your feelings from him anymore.

Your eyes were just as dark as his, both of you caught in the torrent of ecstasy. He leaned in, pecked at your lips, then your jaw, over your neck and chest, to your breast , draggin his tongue across the flesh before haphazardly sucking the pebbled bud into his mouth. Your hands flew to his hair. Fingers tugging on the sweat slicked curls at his nape. He moaned and that sent you barreling towards orgasm. You spread your legs wider, begging to feel more of him. He picked up his speed, his wet mouth dragging across your chest to give your other tit the same treatment. His ability to multitask was truly astounding.

Normally you’d put in some type of effort, hell-bent on not being some random man's pillow princess, but the way this man was putting in work all you could do was lie there and take it. You squeezed your already tight walls around him, making his hips stutter. “Don’t play games you know you won’t win.” He spoke gruffly, lips still pressed to your feverish skin. “Quit while you're ahead, baby.” That felt like a challenge. Part of you wanted to know just what he planned to do if you didn’t ‘quit while you were ahead’. So you tested it.

Every drag out of your cunt earned a clench. The first time he let it go, but the second time caused him to groan, eyes rolling into the back of his head. “You’re fucking killing me…” He grumbled, doing a few shallow and quick thrusts just to throw you off. He pulled out completely, tapping his slick riddled cock against your clit. A tiny drizzle of cum shooting from his tip and landing on your already messy pussy. “Look at how wet you have my dick. You even have me cumming a little already… fuck… you're perfect” He bit down on his swollen bottom lip, teasing you with just the tip of his dick. He enjoyed the way your cunt looked wrapped around him. You tried to wrap your legs around him, groaning when he caught on, pushing your legs back towards your chest.

“Nuh-huh, you think after all of that I’ll let that pretty pussy of yours get what it wants?” The sinister look he gave you as his lips curled into a smile would have been terrifying if it didn’t turn you on. “Not a chance, sweetheart.” He laughed innocently as if he didn’t just stuff you full of cock moments ago. “You’ll be lucky if I let you come.” He smirked, sitting back on his legs, he grabbed at your hips, swiftly turning you around. You didn’t even get a chance to protest. It happened faster than your mind could process. A few throw pillows were stuffed up under your stomach, successfully elevating your hips. “Fuck… would you look at that?”

You didn’t even know him well, but you could tell he was pleased with himself. He smacked both your cheeks before spreading them wide. Wild thoughts were running through his mind at the sight. He spit on your pussy before using his tongue to lap up all of the cream that was spread over it, your asshole, and your thighs. A man starved. That's what he ate like. It was your turn for your eyes to roll back, you gripped at the armrest, pushing your hips further into his face. Those plush lips in combination with that thick tongue? Heavenly. You could feel the coil in the bottom of your belly twist up and just as it was about to snap, hell pulled away with a soft chuckle.

You whined. You needed that release. “My turn…” You don't know what exactly came over him, but it was like he snapped. He slid back into your wanton cunt, causing your pussy to queef from suddenly being filled to the brim. You squealed, not used to your body making that sound. He placed his hand over the lower part of your back, just above your butt, pressing down to make you arch for him. And that's when all hell broke loose. This man had to be the spawn of the devil with the way he was after your soul. He was desperately trying to snatch your life force right out of your body with every deep thrust he gave you. Your walls fluttered around him, he moved his hands to your hips, nails digging into your skin as a way to ground himself. He was muttering things to himself, it honestly sounded like a bunch of gibberish to you. But then again, it was hard to concentrate on anything other than how hard he felt inside of you. “Fuck… this pussy is so good.” He groaned, pressing his hips flush against yours, hitting the deepest spot inside of you.

Your toes curled, vision turning white from the sensation. You didn’t even realize you were cumming until he pulled all the way out. “Please… please put it back in.” You begged, hole begging to be filled again, even though you just came. He obliged. He wanted to get off just as you had, but this time he wasn’t out for revenge, he slowly entered you, letting you feel every inch and vein. It had been a while since you last had some, and then it wasn’t much to write home about. This? Him? You’d shout it from the rooftops if you had to, this man’s dick game was impeccable. You moaned and writhed under him. He trached a hand up your sweat slick back, grabbing ahold of your neck and pulling you up and back towards him. His other arm wrapped around your tummy as he drug his lips over your shoulder, speaking a melange of your name and several curse words. He was in heaven. His heart pounded hard against his chest, any sounds but the ones that reverberated off the walls in this room were a non factor to him. He was here, at this moment, with the beautiful woman he spotted out in the crowd.

You hoped there was a hidden camera in this room that could pinpoint your time of death, because you could have sworn you ascended. Your tongue was hanging out of your mouth, eyes slightly closed, a severely fucked out expression on your face. You were dripping wet, walls still quivering around him, and he loved every bit of it. “You’re so fucking good, baby… so tight.. Wet… fuck..” His voice progressively got whinier, his end was near. His hand moved from the back of your neck to the front, squeezing lightly. His conclusion was right on the tip of his tongue, the words begging to fall from his lips. His hips stuttered, his arm around your middle pulling you impossibly close. He gave a few sharp thrusts, “Fuck- baby, I-I’m gonna come… I’m gonna..” He cried out, once against pushing his pelvis completely against yours as he spilled his seed inside of your begging cunt. You moaned, the feeling of his warm cum painting your walls was enough to make them quiver again, threatening to overstimulate him. “Fuck, baby.. Too tight..” He spoke, while thrusting his cum deeper into your cunt. It took a spell of labored breaths and soft whimpers before he came down enough to pull his softening cock from inside of you. If he let you go right now you were sure you would fall face first into the cushions of this couch.

You were blissed and fucked out, a crooked smile set on your face. He laid you down gently, watching your cunt to see if any of his seed dripped out, to see if he indeed fucked it deep enough. He smirked to himself when the only proof that he came inside of you was the small snail trail he broke when he pulled out. The room was silent for a while, the sound of the muted club music was no longer drowned out by the sound of sex. You’d close your eyes, honestly ready to knock out for the next couple hours if he let you. He on the other hand had his eyes focused right on your pussy, still wet from the night's events. “My gosh… you are a dangerous, dangerous woman.” His dick twitched when you pulled your knees together to get a little more comfortable. He sighed, this just wouldn’t do. “I don’t usually do this… but.. I honestly don’t think I’m done with you for the night.” His words caused you to quickly open your eyes and turn around. Your eyes traveled from his face to check if he was serious, down to his semi-hard dick. “Would you mind… coming back to my place for.. Round two… or three?”

Your eyes were wide. There was no way this man was serious. “Only if you are down. If not, we can hit the showers and I can escort you back to you-” You stopped him with a sensual kiss.

“Yes.” You spoke against his lips. Maybe being a bridesmaid paid off this time.

FIN

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satorusugurugurl · 1 year ago

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The idea of yandere gojo and geto (both at the same time) plotting against their darling reader using geto's cursed spirits to make her on them gets my mind reeling for nights 👀 wonder if my favorite writer has any thoughts on this

Perfect Prey

Characters: Yadere!Geto Suguru, Yadere!Gojo Satoru,FAB!Reader

Warnings: yandere!Geto/Gojo, manipulation, dub! con read is unaware that the boys are manipulating her! (consent is vital for me!!) double penetration, smut, mentions of wounds, cursing

Word Count: 3,404

A/N: Ah! thank you Nonnie! This made me smile! Oooh, this, this was fun. I loved getting into this! I hope y’all enjoy it!! (I really enjoyed writing for Suguru 🥵)

“I finally got my own mission!” Geto and Gojo glanced up at you as you proudly walked into the first-year's classroom. “Took years, but I think they finally realized I’m fully capable of destroying a curse or two by myself!”

Geto gave you a warm smile, resting his chin on his fist. “Is that so? Funny, I thought we made it clear one of us was supposed to accompany you on any mission.” He shut his eyes, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“Oh, that’s a good one, Suguru!” You excitedly plopped down on Gojo’s desk, kicking your feet back and forth. “All jokes aside, they did want to send one of you with me.”

“Wanted to send one of us?” Satoru questioned, dipping his chin to watch you.

The two men watched you closely as your pretty head nodded. “Yaga said,” you tilted your chin at Satoru, “You were assigned to come with me, Satoru. But seeing as you just returned from your mission, I insisted that I could handle a couple of curses on my own.” Gojo scoffed, his head turning to give Suguru a look of disbelief. “Oh, don't look at him like that!” Sure, the duo were best friends, but their silent communication between stolen glances made you feel left out.

“I don't think me coming back from a mission, which I handled easily because I’m Gojo Satoru, of course. Means I can't come with you. They assigned us this together.” The white-haired man’s time was thick with annoyance. “For a specific reason, I’m assuming.”

You cocked an eyebrow, eyes darting between the two men. “Why would the Gojo Satoru be needed to exorcise a handful of low-grade curses?” Looking at Gojo, you could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. “You know what—why do they even send you both you're Special-grades?” Before you could question them, Geto chuckled, soft and rich.

“Ignore Satoru; he’s just being clingy. Congratulations on your first solo mission.” Pride swelled in your chest at his acknowledgment. You happily kicked your feet faster as Geto reached over, ruffling your hair. “Just promise to be careful, and if you need any help, please know we’re but a phone call away.”

“Thank you.” The condescending tone of your voice has Satoru clenching his jaw. “I’ll get this mission done so fast, you won't even notice I’m gone!”

Geto pulled his hand back, nodding, dark hair swaying as you slid off the seal. “Be safe; we’ll see you at home.”

“I will! See you both later!”

Geto smiled, waving until the door shut, and he could no longer hear your footsteps down the hall. The instant he was confident that you weren't around, his smile fell, eyes narrowed at the door. Gojo was fuming, pulling his blindfold down, letting it pool around his neck. Between the two men, their anger could freeze Hell over.

“This is problematic.” Geto rubbed at the pulsing sensation in his temple.

“Problematic? No, this is a disaster if she gets through this mission, which we know she will! She's going to get more solo missions. Solo missions turn into group missions, with other sorcerers, other men.”

“And we can't have that. No one is good enough to protect her, let alone breathe the same air.”

Gojo sat on the edge of the desk, watching as his best friend tapped his thumb against the center of his forehead. Between the two of them, they would find a way to fix this sticky situation. Their solution had to be clean. They couldn’t have you finding out that they were the ones responsible for your lack of solo missions. The two pulled strings to ensure you were always with them.

Some might call them possessive and obsessive. But they didn't see it like that. They just knew no one on the face of the planet would ever be good enough for you. You were their darling little princess. The keywords are theirs and theirs alone.

“We could tell Yaga to pull her off, tell a white lie like maybe she changed her mind.”

“No, no, that would look suspicious. She went through all the trouble, convincing him to let her go alone. After all that, for us to ask that, she would start asking questions. We can’t have her knowing we’re responsible for her lack of solo missions.”

“Okay, do you have any ideas?” When Geto said nothing, Gojo sighed, exasperated, feeling Geto’s eyes on him. “It would be easier if we showed her how ‘dangerous’ these solo missions can be.”

A lightbulb went off in Geto’s mind. “Satoru~” he purred, “that’s a brilliant idea.” The other man furrowed crisp white brows in confusion. “She thinks it’s just a handful of curses, right?”

“Yeah?”

“It would be a shame if there were more curses than she could handle,” Geto smirked, specks of black forming behind his shoulder, his curses coming to life, revealing his intentions.

Satoru grinned wide with a sharp laugh. “That truly would be a shame, wouldn’t it? Poor sweetheart will have to call us to help.” Geto nodded, motioning for Satoru to follow.

“Come on, we got shit to do.”

Later that night, you were scrambling off the ground, wincing as the fifteen curses chased you around the corner of the abandoned building. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” You screamed, palms bleeding, knees scraped up as you stumbled back to your feet, barely avoiding the sharp teeth of the curse behind you.

This was supposed to be a simple job! One where there would be maybe two or three curses to take out! Three were okay! You were able to handle that on your own. But after you took them out, you suddenly found yourself surrounded by dozens of curses. All of them ranged from different grades, from four to two, but a couple gave off a darker presence, possibly special grades, which was not good.

How the hell did three curses turn into three dozen?! How could the intel be so off?! And how the hell were you going to get out of this?!

A low snarling snapped you out of your frantic thoughts before the curse in front of you swiped at your stomach with very long and very sharp claws. You dodged, falling back onto the ground, watching it close in on you. This was not good, not in the slightest, and it didn’t help that you were all alone!

Scrambling back, you pushed yourself off the ground, ducking into a room, slamming the door. “Goddamn, fuck me.” Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you called the two strongest men of the modern age. Sure, there was a one hundred and fifty percent chance they'd boast about how they were right, how you needed to listen to them, but that didn’t matter right now! “Pick up! Pick up, pick up!”

The phone rang and rang and rang. Just when you thought it would go to voicemail, the line clicked. Gojo yawned on the other line without a care in the world. “Hello~?” He cooed, listening to the raspy breathing.

“Satoru!” You gulped down breaths of air. “Toru, I need help!” You screamed as a curse slammed against the door.

Gojo covered the receiver, snickering as Geto eyed the building you were in. “What was that? You need our help?”

“Yes!” you cried out, “Satoru! Please help!!”

“Are you sure? I mean, I am considered a Special Grade; low-grade curses are something I shouldn’t worry about, right?”

Geto’s curse smashed through the door, dashing at you. He swore he could hear your scream through Satoru’s phone. His poor princess is getting chased around by his curses. This could have been easily avoided if you didn’t insist on taking on this mission alone. Unfortunately for you, the choices you made led to this outcome.

Your heart was hammering against your rib cage as you slipped and maneuvered around the curses slowly surrounding you. This was way out of your league, and you were beginning to regret now bringing one of the boys with you. Plus, Satoru wouldn’t drop everything and come running to your rescue, not after everything you’d said earlier.

“Toru, please.” Pleading was something you rarely did, but Satoru’s ego had been bruised, so you had to do what needed to be done. “Please, I'm begging you.”

Both Gojo and Geto exchanged a look with each other. “You beg so nicely,” Satoru commented, listening to a loud crashing sound followed by your curse. “I suppose I could come, maybe bring Suguru too.”

“Y-Yes! Yes, please!”

“On one condition.”

Despite the fact dozens of curses were chasing you, you stopped dead in your tracks. “Condition?! What fuckin’ condition?!”

“You never take a solo mission again.”

After this endeavor, he didn’t even have to ask you to do that. “Y-Yes! I agree. Just fucking hurry!” In the blink of an eye, the tall white-haired man teleported before you with Geto by his side. The curse that had been charging at you slammed hard against Gojo’s infinity before being forced back as the white-haired man stepped forward.

You fell to your knees, panting heavily as Geto peered down at you from over his shoulder. “Are you alright?” You just nodded your head, glancing down at your bleeding hands. “You don’t look alright.” You could smell the woodsy musk

as Geto knelt in front of you. “Give me.” He gently grabbed your hand, examining the scraps on the heels of your hand.

”Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Gojo chastised as he grabbed you and Geo, teleporting the three of you back to their apartment. “Guess your first solo mission didn’t quite go as well as you planned now, did it?”

There was no retort or sharp comeback because he was right. Even if the intel had been wrong, you couldn't handle this mission on your own. You had failed after you insisted that you could handle this mission without any hiccups. Now, that confidence was replaced with shame and disbelief. You had to call on your colleagues for assistance. After they warned you that this is something you wouldn’t be able to handle.

The two men who had orchestrated this scheme watched you with unreadable expressions—on the outside, their demeanor seemed unnerved, while on the inside, they were swelling with pride and excitement. Seeing you so distraught and broken had their pants tightening at the almost broken, blank look in your eyes.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed,” Suguru announced, lifting you and ushering you towards the bathroom. “There’s nothing to be ashamed about. You’re not the only sorcerer who isn't capable of handling three dozen cursed spirits on their own. Not everyone is as strong as Satoru and I.”

Suguru moves to the shower, turning it on as you remain still, the events of the evening replaying over in your mind. “Suguru’s right. Not everyone would have handled a situation like that. You should be grateful, though. You’re lucky enough to have us willing to come to your beck and call.” Satoru is moving in front of you, holding your hands over the sink, running hot water over the wounds. “If we hadn’t shown up when we did, you could have died.” The truth of his words had your head jerking up, meeting crystalline eyes.

“I-I could have died.” The monotone repetition of his own words had Satoru’s cock throbbing at the broken throaty words that left your mouth.

“You could have.” He agreed, pressing his lips against your neck. “But you didn’t because we saved you.”

“I-I know.” You whispered as Geto joined your side. “You saved me.”

Hands, hot and rough, ran over the mounds of your breasts, gripping your hips, manhandling you in ways they had done in the past. There had been nights when the three of you had been so bored you just decided to hook up or when they just needed a little stress relief. This time, however, felt monumentally different. Like they were holding their breath, holding themselves back. Their stoic bodies jittered with anticipation, waiting to see what happened next.

To you, it was them being pent up, maybe the adrenaline rushing through their systems. Because if you were being honest with yourself, you felt just as pent up. Almost dying had you wanting to cave into your raw human desires. While the men standing on either side of you shared one of their infamous knowing glances. They weren’t driven by the adrenaline and passion of what had happened. Not in the slightest. No, their desire was driven by pure, unfiltered joy.

They finally had you right where they wanted you. Broken. You had lost a fight you knew you could have won. Due to them, your confidence in your abilities was clouded by a fabricated series of events.

First, you’d be broken, not taking missions alone any further. The next phase would be to distance you from the school slowly. Trying to convince you that you didn’t need to worry about working, the two made more than enough money to provide for the three of you. If all went according to plan, you would be their perfect little live-in girlfriend in no time.

What made all of this ten times better was the fact that you had no idea tonight's events had left you in their web of lust and desire. They were the spiders, and you were the poor innocent fly—a fly about to be devoured in the most primal ways imagined.

“Thank you for saving me.”

”Nu-uh.”

“We did save you, so you need to thank us properly.”

The men pressed lips against you, hands trailing over your body. You melted against them, gasping as hands cupped your breasts, hard cocks rubbing against your hips as they ground against you. They did save you, didn’t they? They went above and beyond to stop what they were doing and come to your aid.

“Y-Yeah, I think I will.” You whispered, turning to kiss each man on the mouth before sinking to your knees. “Please, let me thank you.”

Two thick long cock were suddenly in your face, throbbing and leaking pre-cum from angry, flushed tips. Seeing as your hands were scrapped up and ran, you took turns sucking and licking each man's cock, while they jerked off. Your tongue flicked, swirled, and lapped the two cocks, until their cum spurted over your face coating your lips and cheeks. Your appreciation didn’t stop there. You pulled both fully clothed men into the shower with you, tugging their clothes off and discarding them over the shower door.

Satoru and Suguru both help you, lifting you, your legs wrapping around Satoru’s waist as Geto’s wet, chiseled chest pressed firmly over your back. Both cock’s teased your wet cunt’s entrance, rubbing over against each other as you whined softly, tilting your head back. Their cocks both pressed past the tight opening of your pussy, stretching your walls in a painful yet pleasurable way, leaving your cock drunk the deeper they sunk into your wet heat.

A minute was all they allowed you to take to attempt to adjust yourself to the sensation of having two cocks buried inside of you. They were bullying inside of you. Satoru’s cock kissed your cervix with each thrust, While Suguru rubbed against your g-spot in the most heavenly way. Perhaps if you had been a good girl and just left everything as it was, they would have taken it easier on you. Regretfully, in their eyes, you had almost ruined their carefully constructed ploy to make you theirs in every sense of the word. Due to that, you were going to be punished severely.

Their thrusts were hard, deep, and almost painful. Fucking into you as if you were just a sex toy rather than a human being. Satoru’s teeth dug painfully into your shoulder, leaving indentations in his wake. Suguru’s mouth trailed kissed over the nap of your neck, mouth gentler than Satoru but his hands were as cruel as the white-haired man's. He pinched and pulled at your nipples, yanking them until you cried out his name before releasing his grip. The relief never lasted long; as soon as the dull, stinging sensation subsided, Suguru returned to the painful teasing.

The kisses, touch, and thrusts weren’t the only way they were mean to you. Their words stung just as bad as the scrapes on your hands and the abrasions to your knees. If you hadn’t been crying from the mere overstimulation of pained pleasure, their words might have had your eyes watering just as much.

”Our stupid dirty slut, getting herself into such a fucked up me.”

”Yes, dragging us both out to save her.”

“Then, on top of everything we did. Going out of our way to save her after she blatantly told us she was fine, she still gets fucked good like the whore that she is.”

”Yeah, she might not be able to take on a cursed spirit, but she’s sure good at taking two dicks at the same time.”

Their words had your skin flushing in shame and need, your mouth dropping into an ‘O’ as the abdomen in your lower abdomen started to tighten. “Oooh, fuk, please, ha—ah fuuck.” You were so close, so damn close to either passing out or having the most intense orgasm of your life. If you were lucky, which didn’t seem likely after all the mishaps today, maybe, just maybe, you could experience both. “G-Gonna cum, please.”

”You hear that Satoru, our little cock slut wants to cum.”

Satoru’s hips began to jerk faster, the head of his cock slamming into your cervix thrust after thrust. “Does she even deserve it?” He continued, leaving pain over your skin, his tongue brushing over the marks.

“P-Please, oooh god, please don’t tease”

“Hm, what do you say, Suguru? Nngh fuck—“ Satoru hammered his hips into you, thrust after thrust, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. “Should our precious girl cum?”

“Aaahh yes~ let her cum, make her take both our loads, then once she catches her breath, we fuck her even more.”

Reaching between your bodies, Satoru rubbed your clit, making your walls twitch around the two monster cocks inside of you. Their pace matches the others, working in harmony to send you over the edge. A scream, one that had never left you before, echoes inside the steamy shower. “C-Cummin! Cumming!” You screamed over and over until both of you stiffened, ropes of thick hot cum filling you.

“Take it bitch, take every last drop, milk me dry.” Satoru was always more vocal, nipping and sucking at your ear as his whiny groans invaded your mind.

“P-Princess, mmmhm, fuuuck.” Unlike Satoru, who was all about talking and heaving his voice, Suguru was softer, moans deep and feral, but he didn’t feel the need to announce it to the entire apartment complex. “Fillin’ you up so good~”

They both did; their hot cum leaked out of you, running down their softening shafts. In the shower, you hummed, listening to the tittering splatter in the water washing over you. The peaceful moment lasted for but a second as both men pressed kisses on your shoulder.

“You belong to us.”

“Do you understand?”

As their wandering hand dug into your skin, you nodded. Rocking slightly against them with a helpless whine. “Yes, yeah, I belong to you both!” The two friends shared a cold, knowing smirk as you began thrusting into you harder, making your eyes roll back into your head as loud moans wrecked through you. Little did you know how serious they both were.

You belonged to them in every way, shape, and form, whether you liked it or not.

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kcandyliciouss · 1 month ago

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Soft spot

Synopsis:

You wake up in the library with Tsukishima's jacket draped over you. You realize maybe he doesn't hate you as much as you thought he did.

Cw: gn!reader, college au, academic rivals to more(?), tsukishima is kind of a tsundere, silly banter

Wc: 0.8k

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Tsukushima Kei was a jerk, you knew that. You knew that from the moment you had met him.

At first he didn’t pay any mind to you. Hell, he probably didn’t even know you existed. That was until he saw your name above his on the results board.

Two points. You had passed him by two points— and that’s when he started noticing you.

As you hurriedly shuffled through your bag for your notebook, your phone slipped from your grasp and clattered loudly onto the floor.

A few heads turned, and you quickly bent down to retrieve it. Just as you did, a sharp voice sneered behind you.

“Did you drop your brain along with that?”

He leaned slightly over his desk, eyes glinting with amusement as he pointed at the red 87/100 inked on the corner of your paper on your desk. “Here I thought I had competition.”

At first, you genuinely thought he hated you—his snarky comments and dismissive attitude made that pretty clear. But after a few similar encounters, you started to realize that he saw this as a game in which he wanted to prove he was better than you. Once you figured that out you started treating it like a game. And soon you learnt that irritating him was incredibly fun.

Now, you and Tsukishima weren’t friends—far from it—but you weren’t enemies either. You could even have a decent chat once in a while (though not without some banter). Still, being in the same course meant constant competition. As exhausting as it was sometimes, it also kept you motivated to study harder. If it weren’t for this rivalry you would be slacking off a lot more. But you didn’t. Not when he made sure to drop a snarky comment whenever you got a question wrong; in return, whenever you scored higher than him on an exam or assignment, you'd make sure to rub it in his face just as much.

So yes, Tsukishima was a jerk. He was dry, sarcastic, and lacked any redeeming qualities. He’d slam the door right in front of your face if you were walking behind him, he would purposefully bump his shoulder into yours in the hallway just to annoy you. Which is why it was a complete surprise when you woke up in the library with a jacket draped over your shoulders. A jacket that definitely wasn’t yours.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Turning your head slightly, you saw Tsukishima sitting on your left, focused on some assignment.

Huh. That was odd. He only sat next to you if the library was full.

Feeling your confused gaze on him, his usual cold eyes met yours, his indifference unchanged.

“You’re awake,” he stated flatly before turning back to his work. “If you keep dozing off instead of actually studying, you won’t even have a chance of passing me on this assignment.” His eyes never left his notebook, but a smirk crept onto his face as he added, “Not that you ever had one to begin with. But keep dozing like that, and you'll definitely fail.”

You blinked a few times. Still feeling a bit drowsy but amused, you chuckled softly and shot him a smirk of your own, tilting your head slightly.

“Is the great Tsukishima worried about me falling behind? How sweet of you.”

He always liked teasing you. You always reacted to his taunts and that only fed his already humongous ego. But honestly? You liked teasing Tsukishima just as much.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” you said with a playful grin. “I’m perfectly capable of beating you on this assignment. Actually, that’s why I was napping—I don’t even need to do the assignment to pass you. I’m just that good, y’know.” You stretched your arms lazily and grinned wider.

Tsukishima just snorted, “Right.”

It was when the jack slipped from your shoulders as you stretched you remembered about it.

“Even made sure I wasn’t cold. Truly a gentleman, Tsuki!” You picked it up with a giggle and handed it back to him.

He took it back with a scoff “Oh please,” he dismissed, "you were shaking like a leaf on a tree. It was impossible to concentrate with the sound of your teeth chattering. And don’t call me that.”

"Aww. Don’t tell me your cold heart was warmed up by little ol’ me. "

Tsukishima simply raised an eyebrow at your cheeky smile, clearly annoyed.

"Don’t flatter yourself," he drawled in his usual condescending tone, "you were simply an inconvenience, nothing more."

You quietly smile to yourself, knowing he didn’t really mean it. Because if he did, he’d be sitting anywhere else in the empty library, not right next to you.

Maybe Tsukishima Kei wasn’t such a jerk after all.

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Twelve Days - Finale ^**

The grand finale is here! Thank you all for your patience! I made it loooong! Here's the Masterlist for the fic!

Warnings: Pregnancy & its symptoms, verbal & physical altercations, infidelity, phone sex, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), daddy kink, alcohol consumption- I think thats it?

WC: 16.7k

You were still in complete shock at the news of your sister’s pregnancy. And while you knew that it couldn’t have been Harry, you were still spiraling as if it were. Harry was a very kind and decent man. He often put others before himself, he looked after you all. Maybe it was selfish of you, but you hated the idea of him stepping up for Julie if Joe didn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to him. And it wouldn’t be fair to you, especially since you both had deeper and more complex feelings for each other.

As badly as you wanted to call him to hear how the conversation with your sister went, you knew that he needed some space. He needed to process and think and feel…you could only imagine the amount of hurt and betrayal he felt when he heard that news. You were sad that you hadn’t been there to support him through that moment. And despite the delicious meal he had prepared, you couldn’t even go near it. The entire mood had been ruined.

And even by the next morning you were still feeling off. You hardly slept. You felt so worried and that sinking, nauseating feeling in the pit of your stomach was back. Waiting was not for the faint of heart, specially for those who struggled with patience, like you. But that’s what this situation required, an abundant amount of patience.

Harry’s POV:

The shrill ringing of Harry’s alarm was the final straw to his restless sleep. It only seemed fitting that just as he was about to lull off it went off. His back was a bit achey and his neck felt stiff when he turned towards the coffee table to turn it off. And as he lay there silently for a few minutes, staring at the wall across from him he thought about where he should be right now. He should’ve been at your place. Warm and cozy in your bed as you griped about him not turning off the alarm the night before. But he wouldn’t have let that early start go to waste. You would’ve probably had a very productive morning and made you some breakfast before you headed off to work. Even if he would have taken off from there, he would’ve had a really great morning with you.

But instead, he had spent the night on the couch, tossing and turning as he tried to understand why he was just so bothered at Julie for this. It wasn’t just the fact that she hadn’t bothered to use protection with this man. Or that she had taken Isabel to get confirmation of this news…it was deeper and more personal than that. He felt disgusted by her, by her selfishness to even ask him to consider being there for her if Joey wasn’t. She only asked because she knew that he would! And truly, in the past, when he still felt love for her, he probably would’ve found a way to reconcile that. To make peace with it in the depths of his mind. But now…now he had feelings for someone else. Someone who saw him in the trenches and understood. Someone who had empathy for him and the difficulties and complexities of his dying marriage with Julie. And most of all, someone who didn’t judge his fears. He couldn’t do that to you. He wouldn’t do that to you. Ever.

Despite his previous plans to not work, Harry padded on over to the master bedroom quietly to have a shower and go. Thankfully, Julie was still asleep, he still had nothing to say to her apart from the words shared the night before. But despite his longer than usual shower, that grimy, disgusted feeling that he felt was still there. It was swirling in his stomach, making him feel like he’d just been on a roller coaster five times straight. It was a waking nightmare… the family he had always hoped to have with her, she was having with another person now. A person who might not even want it!

But the longer he stood under the warm water, gently coaxing the conditioner from his hair with repetitive motions of his fingers, he concluded that this was for the best. What would happen if they had in fact had a child of their own right now? With all the arguing, infidelity, and an impending divorce…that wouldn’t be the environment he’d want for his child. They did try a few times during the shut-in of the pandemic and while he was disappointed that it didn’t happen then, he was more than relieved of that today.

His privacy was interrupted when Julie zoomed into the ensuite and right to the toilet before shutting the door quickly. Hearing her being sick was what had cut his shower off. He had just started applying his skin care when she emerged, still looking a little green. She wordlessly bent over her sink and brushed her teeth before splashing cool water on her face. It felt weird to be in this moment with her, sharing all this space but mentally and emotionally being eons away from each other.

“Ummm…I know that the last thing you want is to talk to me or probably even be around me right now…but I was hoping that you could drive me to the beach? I still feel nauseous and I don’t think I should be driving.” She explained, “We don’t have to talk or anything…I think it’ll make me feel better, stomach-wise, is all.” She elaborated.

“I can’t, I have work.” He said without sparing Julie a glance as he continued in his task.

“I thought you were off today?”

“I was but I decided I better not indulge in an extra day off if I’m already here. I do have a lot of things to get done and I’d rather not have to be there at 7am tomorrow just to catch up.” He explained.

“So you were fine with falling behind if it meant your day was spent with my sister, but I’m here feeling sicker than I have felt in my entire life and suddenly you can’t fall behind?” She asked in irritation.

“Yep.” He confirmed and she felt her frustration flaring up even further.

“Why are you being such a dick?” She questioned and he finally turned to her, face contorted in confusion.

“Uh, pardon? Am I the one who got you pregnant?” He asked and her eyes narrowed even further. “When I said yesterday that I am not taking responsibility for this, I meant it. Not for any part of it. You might live under my roof but this has absolutely nothing to do with me. If you need someone to drive you down to the ocean and you’re too much of a coward to have that conversation with Joe, you can either ask someone else to take you or you can walk there, it’s literally, 0.3 miles away, you’ve done it before.” He said simply.

“What if something happens to me?”

“Don’t play that card with me…” he said as he left the ensuite to go get some clothes from his drawers, but she followed him out to the bedroom.

“Oh you bet I am! Do you think I want to be around you when your detest for me is radiating off of you how it is?! If I had any other choice I wouldn’t be asking you!” She argued.

“I quite literally just gave you other options…” he said monotonously.

“You’re being a dick, Harry.”

“Oh, am I?” He laughed dryly as he turned to her, “Why? Because I’m done being your little bitch boy?” He questioned, “I don’t give a fuck about appearances any longer. If you want to tell your family that I’ve been seeing Y/N, go right ahead. But you can’t do that without explaining why that even happened in the first place! And you’re not going to do that because you’re a coward.” He said pointedly and she pouted, “So stop trying to make me feel bad and sorry for you in your current situation as if this isn’t all your own fault. You have until the end of the month to figure this out, Julie.” He finished and shut his drawer and headed back into the ensuite.

When he shut the door behind him he was nearly trembling from the adrenaline rush of standing up to Julie. He felt good and more in control now than he had in a long time. Was he a dick, probably a bit…but the fact was that doting on Julie during her pregnancy from another man wasn’t his thing to be concerned about! Seeing the manipulation tactics she used so clearly this time around also made him feel a little foolish and a bit sorry for his past selves. Though, he didn’t allow himself to dwell on that for a moment longer, he acknowledged the feeling and let it go. What mattered the most right now was that he had finally stood up for himself! And it had been your words that empowered him to do so.

When he emerged from the ensuite, changed and ready for the day Julie was back in bed, just scrolling on her phone mindlessly. He did feel bad for being so harsh, especially considering she was pregnant and probably already dealing with a lot mentally and emotionally, but he was just so done with her trying to get him under her thumb again.

He spared her one more glance and noticed that she seemed to be crying and he decided that one kindness he could do for her after tearing her a new one was brew her up another mug of that ginger tea to help settle her stomach. So he got that going while he made himself some breakfast. There were some knocks on the front door and he hurried over to look outside, once he saw it was Isabel again, he let opened up.

“Good morning, Harry!” She chirped and he smiled and hugged her briefly before kissing her cheek.

“Morning.” He hummed.

“How are you feeling?” She asked as she grabbed his hands and looked at him expectantly.

“I’m fine.” He chuckled but she didn’t let go and gave him another strange look.

“Positive?”

“I am.” He assured, “Who you should really check on is Julie. She’s having the time of it, up there. I put on some water for her tea but she had said something about going to the beach to take a walk? Maybe you could help her out there, she wasn’t too keen on driving herself.”

“Oh, it’s close! We should walk, it’ll help with the nausea.”

“That’s exactly what I had suggested, a little walk.” He said and she smiled. “I was just about to make some breakfast, avocado toast? Do you want some?”

“I’ve had my breakfast already, thank you, Harry.”

“Some coffee perhaps?”

“You know what, I will accept some coffee.”

“You got it.” He smiled.

“I’m going to head up, okay?”

“Sure.” He smiled.

“If I don’t see you before you go, I hope you have a good day.” She said.

“Thank you, you too.” Harry returned her pleasantry and with that she had headed on up to see Julie.

It wasn’t even five minutes before Isabel was coming back into the kitchen with a slight frown on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“She’s in a mood.” She explained.

“I’m sorry. We had a little…tiff earlier, she’s probably taking it out on you.” Harry explained and she pressed her lips together pensively and Harry sighed. “I know, we shouldn’t be arguing when she’s in this state, you don’t even have to say it.” Harry assured her. And he meant that, he shouldn’t have blown up on her life that, even if she was in the wrong. “I’ll do better.” He said and Isabel let out a sigh.

“I know.” She said and Harry nodded, not really understanding what it was she was trying to communicate to him. “No, I mean that I… I know.” She said more emphatically.

“Know?” He questioned.

“About…Julie’s pregnancy.” She added lowly. And his eyes grew round with shock as he pieced together what she was trying to get at.

“D-did she finally say something or?” He asked right away and she shook her head.

“No, I ummm…I overheard you two arguing last night.” She clarified. “I’m so sorry.” She expressed her regret for how this situation had unfolded. “Of course, I am overjoyed for my daughter but I love you so much, like my own son! And to know that she’s been with someone else for who knows how long? It makes me angry for you.” She explained and he sighed.

“I appreciate that, Isabel.” Harry said lowly with a grateful smile, “Honestly, I think I’m past the point of being angry with her for cheating. But she keeps trying to save face and I’m so tired of not being able to get on with my own life because she’s concerned that this affair is not going to end how she would like it to.” He explained and she nodded. “I am so relieved that you know.” He chuckled lowly.

It felt overwhelming actually and he just hugged her into him and she smiled and smoothed comforting circles against his back as he leaned into her embrace. He hadn’t gotten a hug from his own mother in ages! Mom hugs were just different and so warm and safe-feeling. He almost felt like crying because of how happy he was that he and Y/N didn’t have to carry this on their own anymore.

“Thank you so much for saying something.” Harry expressed as they pulled away and she smiled compassionately at him.

“I couldn’t take knowing that and just wondering how you must’ve feeling…I assume you’re getting divorced?”

“I’m trying…have been for almost a month now, she won’t sign.” He huffed and Isbel tutted.

“And why not?”

“She’s scared that things might not…work out with the other guy. That was even before she knew she was pregnant! So I’m not too sure how things will go with this news.” He explained.

“I can…talk to her?”

“I’m hoping she’ll grow up a bit and do the right thing, I gave her until the end of the month.” Harry explained.

“Well…you know how stubborn she can be.” Isabel said and Harry chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, I know…” he hummed. He also wanted to tell her about you, but maybe that shocker could be saved for a future moment. “This ought to do it though.” He said and she nodded.

“Does the other man know?”

“No, not yet.”

“Ay, Julie…” she sighed, trying to contain her disappointment.

“If it helps to know, she’s in love with him.” Harry shared and Isabel’s eyes softened.

“Yeah?” She asked and he nodded.

“Had been before we dated and I guess it was just always there, beneath the surface.” That seemed to make her a little less frustrated at her daughter.

“Well, I want you to know, that you are a hell of a catch, mijo!” She said as she reached up and cupped his cheeks. Harry chuckled bashfully and she smiled, “You are! Would you date Y/N? She deserves a really good guy in her life and selfishly, I know we wouldn’t want you out of the picture.” She said jokingly but Harry went completely red in the face. Isabel laughed at his response and let him go. “Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, that was wrong of me to suggest.” She apologized quickly.

“N-no that’s alright. I get it, I also dread the idea of…not being around any of you anymore. You’re practically my only family at this point! And well, Y/N too. We’re…quite close, especially with all of this going on.”

“Oh, she knows about the affair?”

“Yeah…I told her over the holidays, it’s why we were so buddy-buddy. We were just bonding over our failed relationships.” He explained and she smiled.

“Well, I’m glad that you had someone to share that with. She’s a great listener, very understanding.”

“Yeah, she really is. I’m very grateful for her. She’s been a huge support to me.”

“Good.” Isabel smiled, “Well, I will not delay you any further. Have a great day at work.”

“Thank you. And thank you so much for…everything.” He said and she nodded.

“Anytime.” She assured.

Harry could not get in the car fast enough, he needed to call you immediately!

Y/N’s POV:

You were heading to your first client’s home with a slight headache despite the coffee you’d had. You had a meal prepping client and then a taste-testing/menu creation for a follow-along cooking class for a galentine’s day celebration she would be hosting soon. These types of things took a lot of energy, so you weren’t too happy about your poor night of sleep. Additionally, you were just so in your head about everything. You wanted to call your mom and ask her what was going on and see if she would share more information with you, but you would hate it if anyone else in your family were prying to find out more details about something private going on with you, so you held off.

You were eager to speak with Harry, just to check on him. And just as you were thinking about this and when the next time you might hear from him would be, the phone started ringing through your car speakers and you quickly glanced to the screen to see Harry’s name. And then glanced down to your phone screen in the cupholder just to verify that you weren’t going insane. But it too was illuminated with Harry’s name and his contact photo. You quickly answered the call from your steering wheel.

“Hello?” You spoke, your grip tightening around the wheel.

“Hello, love.” He greeted you, “Are you on your way to work?” He asked.

“Yeah.” you confirmed “Are you?”

“Yeah, me too.” He hummed and you were wanting him to keep speaking so that you could read his tone and decipher his mood at the moment. But it was just quiet for a few moments. Your anxiety was making you feel like crawling out of your skin as you waited for him to say something else.

“Are you alright?” You finally asked.

“Yeah, sorry! Just ummm…trying to figure out how to say this to you.” He said and you bit your lip anxiously.

“I-is it bad?”

“No! Not at all, but just… shocking I guess. She…she knows.”

“Knows?” You questioned and then the word made your stomach drop. "A-about us?!” You asked frantically.

“No, not that. Sorry! She knows about Julie’s pregnancy not having anything to do with me and about her affair.” He explained and you sighed in relief.

“Oh, thank god!” You chuckled and he did as well. “Obviously not for her but I was just scared she’d somehow found out about it and thought I was a home wrecker or something.” You explained.

“Well…she did ask if I’d be open to dating you when Julie and I divorced because you deserved a good man and she dreads thinking of me being out of the picture.” He said through an amused giggle and you laughed along. “I know she was joking but-”

“There was probably a little truth to it.” You said with a grin.

“I hope so…she seems like she’d be supportive.”

“Yeah, she does… How did she find out about Julie?”

“She overheard us arguing last night. She was worried about how Joe might react and I told her that this wasn’t going to be my responsibility in any way.”

“He doesn’t know?”

“No. Not yet at least…”

“Shit…” you sighed, “Well, I’d be scared to have that conversation as well. Specially with what we know of this guy.” You sighed and Harry sighed.

“Yep.” He replied lowly.

You wanted to ask him if he had meant what he said about this not being his problem.

“You know, as she was telling me her concern about Joe not being supportive I… caught myself realizing just how much of a pushover I’d been when it came to Julie. And while I don’t relish in telling her that this is all of her own doing, the thought of helping her and ruining everything with you…losing you and hurting you like that, It’d be so much worse. I’d never forgive myself for it! Jesus, I don’t even know how I’d stomach being around you.” He shared and your eyes were welling up to hear him saying this. You were relieved to hear him say that though. Maybe it was insane of you but you just felt so good around him.

“Harry-”

“I know that’s fucking crazy of me to say. So I’m sorry if that’s a lot because we’re just getting started and figuring out what we can be or where this can even go, but it’s what I thought and felt.” He finished, you could hear the uncertainty in his tone as he shared this.

“Ummm…It’s not crazy of you to say.” You responded, still gripping the wheel tight as can be. “I have so many feelings for you and I…selfishly love to hear you say that.” You confessed and Harry chuckled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I…I would be so sad if what we had ended before we could even…consider all the possibilities.”

“Yeah, I feel the same.” He replied.

“I also know that things are likely to get a little from here on out for a bit…” you said, “I’ll wait for you. If you need a little time to just get things settled, you know?”

“Thank you, love. I ummm…I’d like to see you for my birthday though. I’d love to have you here, but depending on where Julie is with Joe things might be a little bit different though.”

“Yeah, I get that. We can always celebrate after. Just as long as you get to do something nice…”

“Okay, well I’ll let you know as soon as possible so that we can try and plan ahead.”

“Perfect!” You exclaimed happily.

“Perfect. Do you have a long day ahead of you?”

“Yeah, some meal prepping and then a tasting for a Galentine’s thing a client wants to do.”

“Ooh, tell me more about that!”

“Well, she wants to do a little cook along thing with her girlfriends. So today we’re gonna meet up and I’m going to cook up a few different things for her to try. So I’m gonna do the starter, main course, and a dessert.”

“That sounds like a lot of work.” He chuckled.

“It is…” you hummed, “But it’ll be nice to just zone out and use some rich woman’s gorgeous kitchen…She won’t be home until the evening, so everything should be ready by then. What about you? How’s your day looking?”

“I don’t have lecture today, which is probably a good thing. I feel like I’d be really distracted. I’ll just do some impromptu office hours and revise my midterm exam, make sure everything we’ve covered in class is on there…”

“Hot.” You hummed and he chuckled.

“You don’t even know what class it’s for!” he said and you giggled.

“Right..Which one?”

“Methods and Statistics of Research.” He responded through a chuckle.

“I knew it was something hot!”

“Stats is hot? Since when?!” He questioned through a disbelieving laugh.

“Since you mentioned it just now.” You replied with a smirk. “Also just the fact that you do research so you qualify to teach that to people. At the college level!” You added and he chuckled.

“Well, thank you for thinking that. My students absolutely dread it.”

“No they don’t.” You muttered and he chuckled.

“Well, they dread the lectures.”

“Yeah, how’s anyone supposed to pay attention to anything you’re saying when you look the way you do?!? I’d definitely fail, college wasn’t really my thing.” You admitted.

“Well, I’ve only failed a handful of people so far…” he said, “Like you actively have to try not to do well. It is a hard class but I’d like to think I make it a little more digestible and practical.”

“Would it be wrong if I sat in on one of your lectures one day? Just to see you do your thing?” You asked.

“That could be arranged…maybe one of the more fun classes next quarter…”

“Yeah, alright. I’m very open to this.” You agreed easily.

“Alright…” he chuckled, “We’ll make it happen.”

“Can’t wait.” You chipped. You were truly looking forward to getting to see him in that element. “You know, I…miss you already.”

“I do too…I would’ve much rather woken up beside you as opposed to how my morning started.”

“And how did it start?”

“With a stiff neck from sleeping on the couch. My alarm went off so early, I’d forgotten to turn it off.” he explained.

“Well maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t wake up together then.” You joked and Harry laughed.

“You know, that was my one of my first thoughts when I woke up. That the alarm would make you cranky but I’d make it up to you.”

“Did you really?” You chuckled and he hummed.

“Yeah…”

“What time does it go off?”

“Six sharp. I usually go for a run or workout before everything else.”

“I see…and how would you make it up then?” You asked and Harry smirked to himself as you walked you two into a new and exciting territory.

“Well…naturally, I’d have to start by tasting you.” He mumbled a bit lowly, timidly as if the people in the cars surrounding him had bluetooth connection to his car. “Wouldn’t even have to try and get you wet for me, would I?” He questioned teasingly.

Your face was heating with a blush and your body starting to tingle in that fluttery and delicious way it did when you were in his presence. You shook your head with your bottom lip bitten beneath your teeth, already hungry for a taste of him.

“I need your words, baby.” He practically purred, calling you back from your thoughts.

“No.” You finally said.

“No, what?” He asked and you smirked.

“No, daddy.” You clarified, feeling your skin rippling with goosebumps.

“Baby…” he mumbled with need, “I would’ve made you come so many times you’d be dreading saying goodbye.” You giggled nervously. “And now you’re gonna have to go about your day, your little pussy constantly all achey and wet for me…”

“Jesus, Harry…” you sniggered, trying to prevent that heat from spreading further through your body.

“What?” He hummed smugly.

“You’re obscene.” You remarked, still feeling so bashful.

“So are you…don’t pretend that you wouldn’t be forcing me down on my knees and begging me to help it stop aching.” You groaned and squeezed your thighs together as best as you could while driving. “I’d get in right up against that spot you love. Your slick would be dripping down my fingers.”

“Harry…” you whined pathetically as your walls started to flutter and pulse deliciously at the thought of it.

“What is it, baby?” He cooed.

“I’d need more than your fingers after all that.” You said, voice dripping with lust. “Are you hard?” You asked and he chuckled.

“Am I hard…?” He repeated your question in disbelief. “I could fucking cut glass.” He chuckled and you laughed softly.

“You did it to yourself…”

“Yeah, I must admit.”

“I’d be tempted to have a sneaky little quickie in your office but I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.” You hummed.

“Very considerate of you. At least one of us has self-control…”

“At least.” You giggled. “Are you almost at work?”

“Yeah, I’m about to pull into campus.” He informed you.

“Okay…I’ll probably have a later night than you but text me later, yeah?”

“Yeah, baby. Have a good day, for me.”

“Alright, you too. Talk soon.”

“Talk soon. Buh-bye.” He hummed before hanging up.

You were a fucking mess but knew you’d be feeling pretty wired for the rest of your day. There was nothing you could do to help the lust boiling your blood but wait it out.

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It was nearing 9pm when you were finally settling in your car to get home. Your client lived in Hidden hills so the drive home wouldn’t be too bad, thankfully. When you checked your phone you saw a text from Harry telling you to let him know when you were off work. You shot him a text to let him know you were out and starting your drive home when another text from him came in, telling you to please get home safe and to call him when you got in. You started to tingle all over at the ideas you were conjuring up about how your conversation with him might go. You were singing happy songs as you made your way home. You were planning on having a nice warm shower, probably get into a nice tang and some comfy bottoms before sending a cute and slightly risky picture or two. You were hoping for a FaceTime but with him being at home with Julie, you weren’t too sure what was possible.

The walk to your apartment from the garage was quiet as you made a mental checklist for your wind-down activities. But much to your surprise, when you stopped at your door, there was a bouquet of flowers sitting at your door and a bottle of wine. This reminded you of the call you needed to make to Harry. It rang a few times before he picked up.

“Hey, you.” He hummed and you smiled.

“Flowers and wine?” You asked and he chuckled.

“Yeah, love.” He hummed as you bent down to pick the items up and cradling them to your side as you put your key in the lock.

“Thank you, they flowers are lovely and I cannot wait to have some of this wine.” You hummed as you got inside. You turned to lock up behind you.

“Neither can I.” You heard and twirled around to see Harry behind you, already looking cozy in some sweats and a t-shirt. “Oh my god!” You gasped and he chuckled.

“I’m so sorry for being a creep. I talked the landlady into letting me in to surprise you.”

“That’s…dangerous and concerning.” You giggled and he chuckled.

“It is concerning, but she is a huge romantic and found it very sweet. It also helps that I befriended her while you were out working yesterday.” He informed you and you chuckled.

“That’s a lot of work just to have access to my place.”

“It’s worth it though…Isn’t it?” Harry asked as he stepped closer and you smiled and nodded.

“Definitely.” You hummed as he grabbed your face gently and quickly kissed your lips.

“Let me get this for you.” He said as he reached for the items in your arms and you released your grip.

“Thank you.” You whispered and he smiled.

“I also put some stuff in the bathroom for a bath.”

“Oh god, thank you! I was actually thinking about having a bubble bath. I’ll just have a quick shower first.” You shared with an endeared smile.

“Sounds good, love.”

“Will you join me?”

“I was gonna whip up some dinner for you.”

“Well, I still have that bolognese you made…” you informed him and he grinned.

“Alright. Have your shower, I’ll serve us the wine. We can have that in the bath?” He suggested.

“Okeeee!” You giggled with glee and skipped off to your bedroom. You could hear Harry chuckling at your reaction before you were completely out of his earshot. It was sweet of him to have come all this way, especially when you knew he’d have work in the morning so you didn’t want to keep him up too late but something told you that might be a little bit impossible.

After getting your make up off you quickly got your hair into a shower cap before you started to wash your body. You took a little extra care to use your sugar scrub and exfoliating glove to ensure optimum softness of your skin. That was one thing you loved about this older apartment building. While some things had been refurbished, you still had the original wood flooring around the house and the bathroom and been kept pretty much the same except the addition of some piping to allow showering capabilities in the original clawfoot tub. You smiled as you peaked out of the white cotton curtain to locate the things Harry had said. And you did see a little paper bag from LUSH. You reached for your towel and dried your feet before wrapping up and hurrying to see what was inside.

He had gotten you several things…the first thing you saw though made you giggle. It was a a Shaun the Sheep bath bomb which smelled like jasmine and rose. You hummed happily as you set it back into the bag and reached for the next one and continued looking through your options. You did hear the light creak of Harry’s foot steps approaching, so you weren’t startled when he spoke up from behind you.

“Is there one you’re leaning towards?” He asked as came up and set the wine glasses down on the counter.

“I don’t know! They all smell so good.” You responded.

“I did get you a sex one. Supposedly it’s an aphrodisiac one…”

“Is it the Shaun the Sheep one?” You asked jokingly, barely containing your giggles as the stupid joke tumbled from your mouth. Harry’s boisterous laughter fill the space and you turned to see him clutching his stomach as he laughed it out. He looked so lovely like that, eyes all crinkly with his gorgeous smile on full display.

“You’re funny…” he mused as he managed to get himself upright and you were just grinning triumphantly.

“Thank you.” You hummed as he grabbed your hips gently.

“Silly, girl.” He said lowly as he leaned in, lips hovering so close to your own.

“I don’t think we need the aphrodisiac bath bomb.” You whispered into the minimal space between the two of you and he chuckled again.

“Don’t think so either, it sounded interesting though.” He explained and you hummed.

“I agree! Do you know which one it is?” You asked and he nodded you moved aside to let him grab the bag and look inside.

“S’this one.” He said, picking up the pink and purple one that had a rose shape encircled in the center of it.

“Oh, this was my second choice!” You said happily.

“Do you wanna try this one or another one?”

“We can do this one!” You assured happily as you took it from him and went over to the tub.

“Want some music?” He asked you and you turned to him.

“Yeah! I got some new records last week if you want to check out the console table in the room.” You said and he nodded and headed out of the bathroom.

You got the stopper in and then turned the water on to let the tub fill up. You looked in the mirror to really secure your hair in the haphazard updo you’re thrown it in and as you made a few minor adjustments. You then went across the bathroom to crack open the window and reached for the lighter resting beside a candle you had on the windowsill. You lit the three candles you had in there and switched off the overhead lights, leaving the room with a dim, warm glow. You looked in one of the cabinets and pulled out your bath pillow and tray, setting them up carefully.

You couldn’t help but smile and sway your hips to the faint sounds of Etta James that started to flow in from your bed room. And moments later, Harry was coming back in, only in his boxer-briefs and you smiled at him as you turned off the water.

“Here, baby.” He whispered as he handed you the bath bomb and you dropped it into the hot water and smiled as it started to fizz and melt into this gorgeous light pink color. Without any further urging, you were pulling off your towel and handing it to Harry to hang on the hook fixed to the wall and started to submerge your body. Soon, he was handing the wine glasses over to you and you set them on the try as Harry got undressed. You scooted up, leaning forward to allow him to slip in behind you and when you felt his legs beside yours you grabbed your glass of wine and carefully slid back to lean against his firm chest. You took a slow sip before humming delightfully.

“This is so nice. Thank you.” You hummed as one of his hands slid around your body and found yours before interlacing his fingers with your free hand.

“Glad you like it, baby.”

“Want some?” You offered and his extended hand was the acceptance you needed to hand over your glass of wine.

“That is actually really good. I only picked it because the label was cool.” He admitted and you both laughed.

“Well, I guess you’ve got good taste naturally.” You complimented before taking another long sip and he chuckled. After another generous chug you sat up to set the near empty glass back down on the tray near the other end of the tub. “And this bath bomb smells divine.” You commented.

“It really does. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop kissing you with this scent lingering on your skin.” He said as he dipped down and smooched the side of your head and them playfully nibbled on your ear, causing you to giggle and curl up just a bit at the ticklish feeling. “Are you going tonight?” You asked him.

“Mmm-mmm. Tomorrow morning.” He said and while that made you ferociously giddy inside, you knew it meant an extremely early start for him. And if this Sex Bomb was anything to go off of, you’d also be having a late night, so you did feel a little bit bad and guilty that he was doing all of this for you.

“You’re gonna be so tired, H.All because of me! You do’t have to do stuff like this for me, you know? I get that you’re a bit far and have other priorities. Don’t want you to be sacrificing and stretching yourself thing for me.” You expressed as you fiddled with his fingers.

“S’well worth it to me, baby.” He replied without hesitation and hearing that made your heart melt. You were swooning in his hold. But more than that, you were eager to reciprocate, in any way you could. “Do you like hearing that?” He whispered when you said nothing in response. You nodded timidly, still smiling like a fool and not yet trusting your voice. “Like hearing how desperate I am to be around you that I can barely go a full 24 hours without you?” He said lowly.

“Stooooop.” You sang through a giggle. You were blushing so hard it was too much. You almost wanted to crawl out of your skin from the intensity of his straightforwardness. But when he let your hands go and squeezed around you and held you closer to him that uncomfortable feeling faded immediately.

“If you hate it a lot I won’t say it, I’ll just show you. But I like to tell you how I feel too.” He explained.

“I’m just not used to hearing stuff like this.” You confessed, “At least not until someone’s fumbled me so drastically that they say it as a last resort.”

“Boys.” He muttered and you giggled.

“Exactly.” You concurred. “I’m not going to lie…it is nice to hear you say those things. I feel the same way. I just get shy and a little scared when I think of being that…open.”

“I get that. Vulnerability has it’s pros and cons.”

“Well, after everything with Julie…you’re not…scared of being vulnerable like this again?” You asked.

“I definitely am but I feel safe with you. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me or to make me feel like being open with you is a mistake.”

“Even if it doesn’t work out?” You asked. You hated to say it but that was still a possibility.

“Yep.” He hummed confidently. You turned over in his arms and carefully straddled his lap.

“I’m really happy you came tonight.” You said timidly. “I missed you too. Been thinking about you since last night and well…a little more obsessively after this morning too…well, all the time, really…” you confessed with heated cheeks as you fiddled with the pendant around his neck with your right index finger and thumb. You glanced up at him through your lashes only to see him already smiling adoringly down at you. This prompted you to meet his gaze more confidently. “And I…can’t stop thinking about the feeling of you inside me…daddy.” You said softly. You were’t trying to be seductive per se, just honest about what you were feeling and thinking since the first time you’d had sex with him. And you had to sprinkle that in there to mess with him a bit. He grinned devilishly as your face went all hot with a blush from how bold you’d been.

“Neither can I.” He agreed and you surged up and grabbed his jaw as you leaded in and quickly closed the gap between your mouths.

The kiss immediately became heated. Your mouths were moving quickly and a bit sloppily as the desperation took over. The feeling of his erection steadily growing bigger, thicker, and heavier beneath you was making your brain start to short circuit. The way his bog, warm hands smoothed over your body, one over your breast in the most lascivious manner, and the other on your bottom, urging you to settle over his cock and provide some much needed friction for the both of you. Your tongue desperately invaded his mouth and he moaned as he felt it brush up against in his own. You hadn’t felt this desperate for another person in such a long time, not even your ex elicited this much of a reaction from you. Just him as a person was what made him so desirable to you. The fact that he was hot and a fantastic lay were just further embellishments on this gem of a human being. You were down bad for him and you’d have it no other way.

You bit down own your lip and moaned in satisfactions as his lips smooched down your your jaw and then latched to the underside of it, right where the column of your neck started. He opened a tad wider and gave your a tentative suck before introducing the slightest bit of teeth, and then he sucked harder, making your eyes squeeze shut and hiss slightly as he fervently sucked his mark into your neck. You weren’t usually one to love hickeys or other marks on your body from lovers, but with him…he could do whatever he wanted to lay claim over you. You wanted the reminders of his affections on you for days to come. You wanted little bruises littering your inner thighs from how hard he fought to hold you open as he made you come over and over again with his mouth. You wanted your nipples to be tender from his incessant suckles and nips. You needed your core to ache and clench from how hard he fucked you. You just needed to be absolutely suffocated in his presence.

“Let’s go to the bed.” You breathed out in a rushed manner and Harry hummed in acknowledgement of your request before pulling off of your neck and kissing you quickly.

You pressed up against his sturdy shoulders to stand and he offered his hand to help you climb out. You reached for your towel, not really caring for the heavy drips of water running down your naked body. You watched for a second as Harry gripped the edges of the tub to push himself out of the water. As he made his way up his impossibly hard dick peeked out of the water first and you just wanted to feel the weight of it in your mouth. Just watching it bob around heavily with his movements, seeing his balls swollen and full of cum just for you…it was driving you insane. You hurried to grab an extra towel for him from the cupboard in the bathroom and he was quick to drape it over his shoulders. You giggled at the sight of him all covered up from the top half but his cock standing straight up between his legs.

“Stop it…” he mumbled through a bashful little grin.

“It’s silly!” You excused.

“Try telling me that when your little cunt is throbbing around me.” He said smugly and you just smirked.

“Yeah… that’s fair.” You admitted and he chuckled as he stepped forward and started to walk you out of your bathroom and into the bedroom. Despite the significantly dimmer lighting of the room, he easily found your body and pulled the towel off of you so that his hands could roam over your soft skin. You were suddenly covered in goosebumps, though you weren’t too sure right now if it was from the sudden change in temperature or the way his hands were groping and feeling out each and every one of your curves as if he were touching you for the first time. It still find of felt forbidden and that did more to you than you cared to acknowledge in this moment. But as your body started to heat up as your lust and desire for him increased, you moved with more force and had him sit on the bed. You didn’t even allow him to kiss at your chest and midsection like you normally would. You just pushed him off of you as you dropped down to your knees and grabbed his cock. Your hand traveled up his length a few times over, thumbing over his tip in dizzying swipes until you could feel his thighs tensing beneath you.

“Fuck, baby…please suck it. I need you to suck it.” He panted desperately, his fingers were dug firmly into your covers to steady him. You didn’t need to be told twice and proceeded to lick up from the base to the tip before tucking him into your hot, wet mouth and sucking on his tip. You moaned as you tasted the mildly tangy flavor of his precum that almost immediately started dribbling from his slit. You knew he looked after himself really well and his taste was proof of that. You wanted more of it, so you reached down and fondled his balls before giving them a gentle squeeze in your palm. “Shit…” he moaned lowly and it shot a tingle right down to your clit. This egged you on to use your right hand to stroke the rest of his length to get him going even further. Your saliva was now running freely down his cock and you used it to ease the glide of your movements. You were focusing on getting his tip as far into your mouth as you could, using your tongue to rub against his frenulum for added pleasure.

“Oh fuck, baby…Tha-that’s so fucking good!” He groaned. It almost sounded like he was being tortured. You could feel his balls tightening up and his cock throbbing in your tight grip, this was your designation to keep going. You wanted him to burst in your mouth so badly, it was crazy how badly you needed to taste him. You needed it like you needed air. You chanced a glance up at him and saw his head tossed back, only allowing you to see the sharp and angular line of his jaw clenched so tight.

You wanted to watch him moan and whine, so you gave his balls an even firmer squeeze and he quickly glanced down at you. Your eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness and you met gazes. He brought one of his hands to your cheek, mouth absolutely stuffed with his girth and you leaned into his gentle touch for a moment before carrying on. You added a slight rotation to your wrist and he bit his lip so you made it more apparent and went a little faster, causing his hips to slightly thrust up. “Yes…Mmmm, just like that, baby. Keep going just like that.” You moaned around him and he groaned at the vibrations traveling through his sensitive and tingling cock. You locked in to your movements and pace, doing whatever you could to get him over the edge. His soft moans and praises were keeping you steady and motivated as he got closer and closer to coming. And moments later, there it was, the twitching of his cock, the unmistakeable quivering of his thighs, and the loose grip in your hair to pull it out of it’s messy updo before gathering it in his fist.

“Fuck, baby…you’re gonna make me come.” He rushed out, voice so gravely and low it was making you even more wet that you were already. You moaned around him, eager to have his load flooding your mouth. “Don’t stop, baby! Don’t stop…” he panted, “Fuuuuckitfeelssogood…” He slurred and once again, his hips stuttered and seconds later his breath was hitching, leaving you in suspense for a moment before he moaned deeply and the first shot of his cum spurt into your awaiting mouth. You moaned around him as his hand pushed you down to take more of him. You opened your throat and let him get what he needed from you. It was absolutely dizzying to have him invading each of your senses until he was all done and pulling you off of him but only to dip down and get his mouth on yours.

Harry’s tongue pushed past your lips and he moaned at the the taste of himself on your tongue. You were desperate to be all over him and pressed your self up. He pulled you down onto the bed and you only broke apart to move up on the bed until he was laid atop your pillows and you were straddling him again as you made out with a slow, but fiery determination. The moment felt so charged as you slowed down the pace. The frantic and urgent energy started to fall away and you were just left with each other simply because that’s where you wanted to be and who you wanted to share this with.

You were taking the time to really feel out how he liked to kiss. How his lips felt, how his hands moved and felt on your skin. You could listen to the cues of his body and be more intentional about how you were physically showing him that you cared for him and it was all consuming. You wanted every detail of it etched in your brain for longterm use. You smiled as you pulled away from the kiss for a moment, though he followed after your mouth, ready for more.

“Baby, wait…” you giggled. He stopped and just let his forehead press to your own, “Just want to say thank you again. For…everything. For looking after me and treating me so well. For putting in so much effort for me.”

“No need to thank me, love. You’re well worth the effort to me.” Harry reassured you and you smiled.

“I feel like I can only repay you in sexual favors right now.” You giggled and he chuckled and quickly pecked your lips.

“You don’t need to repay me with anything, first and foremost. Second thing, you give me your time, your care, you make space for me, and listen without judgement. You help me process and that allows me to find safety and unconditional support in you…” he replied. “Don’t get me wrong, doing nice, romantic gestures for each other and the sexual parts are important too, but the things you do for me? The everyday things? That’s what truly matters. Those are the things that set the tone for everything else to be possible. If you weren’t the way you were, do you think I’d be willing to drive all the way out here just to spend a few hours with you? In Trump’s economy?!?” He joked and you both laughed. “You give me what I’ve been needing and that makes…everything else come so easily.” You couldn’t help but swoon inside.

“I love how you speak to me.” You said, not really sure how else to express what was happening in your brain. “I feel…really happy and like…I’m enough? I don’t know.” You mumbled, feeling a little doubt start to seep in from unintentionally being a little more vulnerable than planned (as if being naked on his lap wasn’t an act of vulnerability all on its own).

“C’mere.” He hummed. You could practically hear the smile on his face as he searched for your lips again until they were meeting perfectly.

In moments, the intensity was back in the air between the two of you. And when he made a move to try and flip you, you held firm over him, shaking your head.

“I wanna stay on top.” You panted breathlessly, taking advantage to breathe properly before your lips were moving together again.

You never wanted to stop kissing him, it was hard not to. You felt silly wishing that you could velcro your mouth to his, but that’s how badly you yearned to be near him. When one of his hands slithered up your body and gave your breast a firm squeeze, you knew he’d be hard again in no time. And when his other hand came up to the other it wasn’t even a minute before you felt him hard beneath you, cock bobbing up against your center. He gave you one more deep kiss before he smooched down your chin and to your neck, then your clavicles. You leaned back a bit since you knew where he was going with this and seconds later he had his lips wrapped around your right nipple, sucking it until it was pebbled between his lips and then gently digging his teeth against in. Your breathing hitched for a second as he did this and then moved along to the other side.

Your need for him was growing exponentially. You shifted your hips a bit, letting his cock spring up between your bodies before you reached down to stroke at it slowly. He groaned at the added friction and you just smirked, feeling quite pleased with the reaction you were getting from him as you continued your slow but effective strokes for a few more moments.

“Can I ride you?” You asked and he nodded almost a little too fast. You sniggered, “Eager much…” you teased and he chuckled.

“Can’t deny those allegations…” he hummed happily.

You knelt up and scooted up just bit more, finding that you needed just a bit more height to get him where he needed to be. But then Harry shifted himself a bit and you smiled down at him in silent gratitude as you were finally able to glide him through your slicked up folds and teased his crown to your entrance. He reached for your hip and looked up at you with what you could only describe as desperation. You knew it well because you were feeling it yourself. You took a breath and then started to push down against him, your nails bit into his brawny chest as your narrow channel adjusted to his girth. Feeling his own fingers digging into your hips was only adding to the sensation. It was sensational for him to feel himself being swallowed up by the warmth and snugness of your walls; it was making his tummy flutter viciously. And finally, when you bottomed out and his tip buried itself into that perfectly sensitive spongey spot inside of you, you both moaned in relief.

You immediately started to rock back and forth, allowing him to slide over that spot over and over and over again. His mumbles of praise and profanities only egging you on further. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you picked up the pace just a bit more and Harry groaned.

"Just like that, baby.” He muttered and you nodded down at him.

In moments he was leaning forward and taking one of your nipples between his lips, his thick mustache tickling your skin was an added layer to the pleasure. His sucks were deep but gentle, and you were loving the way his hand had traveled to the center of your back to push your chest closer to him. Your hands traveled up from his shoulders and into his hair. The gentle scrapes of your nails against his scalp were so comforting for him. This was perfection and as hard as you were trying, you couldn't really contain your moans any longer and they started to pour from your mouth with every delicious and determined swirl of your hips into his.

You were enjoying yourself far more than you normally did when riding, but he was just so engaging. He didn't just lay there and take it. He contributed to it. He found the rhythm and ever so slightly ground up to meet your own movements. He stimulated other parts of your body, he made sounds, he let you know that he loved being inside of you as much as you loved having him inside of you. And you also felt so full with him. He had the length to get to the right places in you, but also the girth to keep you on his cock. You truly never wanted to stop fucking him like this. The knot of pleasure nestled in the pit of your stomach was being wound up even tighter and tighter with each passing second. You were starting to feel hot all over and your walls were starting to tighten up around him.

“I’m getting close!” you warned and he popped off of your breast now and instead pulled you down for a hungry kiss as he wedged his index and middle fingers between your bodies and started to rub over your clit in precise swirls. You gasped when the zing finally reached your core and suddenly it felt like too much in the best way and your rhythm took a slight hit as your movements stuttered.

“Nuh-uh. Keep going, baby. I know it's hard, but if you want my cum you have to keep going.” He encouraged you. “You want it, don’t you? So badly.” He taunted you even from beneath you.

“Yes, daddy. Want it so bad!” you moaned weakly in response before doing whatever you could to find your pace again. You didn't even care that your thighs were starting to burn, you just wanted to feel him spilling his load inside of you.

You were squeezing so tight around him, Harry was inevitably moaning, rutting up to meet the steady drop of your hips against his own. The stimulation to your clit and those perfect spots inside of you were enough to have you drooling. Everything inside of you was building up in the most perfect way, preparing you for a mind-blowing and well-earned orgasm. Your eyes inevitably squeezed shut and your neck dropped back as the feeling started to spread from deep inside of you. Your breathing started to become agitated and your legs to tingle as you continued fucking him. Your core tightened, making your abs hurt a bit as you honed in on the feeling swirling there. Your body started to lose it’s strength and Harry pressed his torso up with his free hand. You leaned down and pressed your forehead into his, your lips grazing his own and drinking in his low grunts.

“Come on, baby. Let me feel you coming all over my cock.” He encouraged you.

“I-I’m coming!” You whimpered breathily and moments later you started to fall out of rhythm.

You inhaled sharply as you tried to keep the noise to a minimum and you pushed him back down into the mattress and fell over him as you started to tremble and grind on his cock at whatever pace felt good for you in the moment as you rode it out. You could feel Harry’s pecs and abs tightening and bulging against your palms as you came hard, it was getting to be so much but you also didn’t want it to stop, it felt too good, you felt drunk on him. Finally, you became over sensitive and trapped the hand smushed between your bodies. He got the hint and grabbed your hip instead, giving you a squeeze before holding you steady and bucking up into you at an unforgiving pace that you’d surely be feeling for the next few days. He was finding his own release and after a few more thrusts he was holding you down over him groaning as he spilled into you. You felt the last few feeble thrusts he gave, almost as if he wanted to ensure that you got every last bit of his cum as deep into you as possible.

You dipped down and kissed him deeply as he hugged around you, giving a few more erratic pumps into you before coming to a stop. You only pulled away for a moment to let him take a proper breath but he quickly put his mouth back on yours, and continued to hold you down over his cock. You found it endearing that he wanted to stay connected like this, but it wasn’t like you were planning on going anywhere any time soon. Your kiss continued for a few more minutes and naturally came to an end. He grabbed your face gently and gave you one more kiss.

“I am obsessed with you.” He hummed lowly and you smiled.

“The feeling is very mutual.” You assured him. “S’cold.” You whispered after a few moments.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.” He said and you nodded.

After a few minutes you were ready for bed and dressed comfortably before sinking beneath your sheets. Harry was doing his skin care now and as you lay there, hearing him moving around your bathroom, humming some made-up tune and out of nowhere, it hit you like a ton of bricks…you absolutely adored Harry. You did have love for him before but not like this. Not in a way that felt a little bit terrifying and all-consuming in the best way at the same time. You suddenly felt really hot and threw off the covers as you sat up. Your heart was pounding hard as the seriousness of the emotion settled over you and you just stared at the wall blankly.

“Baby?” You heard him say and you turned to him, “I’m gonna order you some more of that moisturizer tomorrow, okay? I must confess, it’s such a good one! I’ve been using it over mine when I come over.” He admitted and you smiled slightly at him.

“That’s fine.” You assured him and he smiled. When you didn’t look away his brows furrowed a bit.

“What?” He asked and you bit your lip nervously, “Why are you looking at me like that?” He pressed as he approached you with a curious smile.

“S’nothing…” you fibbed as you shook your head and moved to get out of bed and grab some water for your suddenly dry throat. “Want some water?” You asked instead, trying to deflect.

“Yeah, in a minute.” He said as he came closer and sat on the bed before you could get up. “What’s wrong?” He asked again and you sighed. “Is it something I did?”

“Yes.” You confirmed and his eyes softened, “Just not in the way you think.” You added and you saw as he started to crack his knuckles as the anxiety got the best of him.

“Okay…well tell me, then.” He insisted.

“Umm…I don’t know if you’ll want to hear this.” You added cautiously.

“That makes me think you’re right…but it also makes me even more sure that I need to know.” He said and you sighed.

Harry was freaking out. He felt his heart rate increasing and his stomach churning nervously as he waited for you to speak. He truly had no idea what you were going to say but considering how nervous you felt, he could only deduce that it would be something he didn't want to hear. Maybe you felt really bad about this and wanted to stop it. Maybe you sensed the intense feelings that he was growing for you and it was moving too fast for your liking? That scared him too, so fucking much, but not enough to get him to stop seeing you. But maybe you weren't there yet. He would understand if you weren't but he also couldn't bear the idea of you leaving him. The thought alone made him feel sad and lost.

“Please tell me.” He insisted again and you sighed and met his concerned gaze.

“I ummm…I…I love you.” You said softly with some uncertainty. He could see the fear in your eyes as the words settled over him. Your eyes were rounded with worry over how he would react and he looked perplexed for a moment before he shook his head and reached for your hand.

“Why wouldn’t I want to hear that?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Because of the situation we’re in?” You said inquisitively and he smiled.

“Well, I actually love hearing that because I love you too.” He confessed and your worry immediately dissipated.

“Yeah?” You asked with a sincere smile and he grabbed your face and nodded against you.

“How could I not?” He asked lowly and you sniggered happily before leaning down to press his lips into yours in a gentle kiss. “Love you so much.” He hummed.

Harry’s POV:

Leaving you after such a wonderful night and those confessions of love, had been immensely difficult but over the next few days, Harry had been walking on air. But with your mum in his corner with this whole Julie situation and the confirmation of your mutual feelings he was certain that nothing could interrupt this winning streak he was on. He was just finishing up dinner when the garage door flew open. He was startled by the abruptness of Julie’s entrance and when he turned he saw her sniffling.

“Oh great…you’re here.” She mumbled bitterly.

“Yeah, s'my house.” He chuckled, good mood not deterred by whatever she had going on right now.

“Thought you'd be with my little sister for the weekend again." She said bitterly.

"Not this weekend. She had to work.”

“Lovely.” She mumbled.

“Do you want some of this?"

“What is it?"

“Just carbonara.” Harry said and she nodded and put her bag down on one of the stools around the kitchen island. “Do you want to talk about…whatever’s going on?”

“Thought you said you didn’t want any part in this?” She questioned and he sighed.

“I’m sorry about before. I was really harsh. I don’t want to be involved the way you were…trying to get me to be. But I still want you to be okay. So if you need to vent tor whatever, you can.”

“Well…I finally told Joey.” She said and Harry glanced up from the pan where he was just giving the pasta one final good mix.

“Oh…I’m assuming he did not take it well.” He said and she shook her head and sniffled.

“No, he freaked out and said he couldn’t really think about it now. He had company, there was another car out front.” She explained.

“I’m sorry.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s seeing someone else to spite me… specially since I’ve been avoiding him the last week.”

“You don’t know that for sure, Jules.” Harry offered some optimism and she huffed.

“She had a bedazzled license plate cover.” She added.

“Right…” Harry hummed.

“Well, I’m gonna get my make up off and change. Shout for me when it’s ready.”

“It’s ready now.” He added with a small smile.

“Oh right. Then I won’t be long.” She said and he nodded.

Dinner was mostly silent apart from some small talk about how the rest of their weeks had gone. This was some of the most civilized conversation they’d had in a while. But underneath the surface he could see how vacant Julie looked. She was struggling a lot with feeling like she was completely alone in this. He already disliked Joey but seeing the effect he had on Julie, it made him dislike the guy even more. Harry was never one to feel any violent urges but he did think about leaving a shiner on Joey's face for being such a prick. There was no excuse now. He knew and he behaved like that? He knew that maybe needing some time to process wasn’t out of the ordinary, but to have someone over at his place already? What an asshole…

When Harry woke up the following morning it was too early once again, but then again, sleeping on the couch was a large contributing factor to his poor sleep pattern. He’d heard Julie crying for a bit as she talked on the phone with one of her friends before he finally fell asleep so he decided that he would at least do her one more kindness and get her a decaf version of her favorite latte and a cinnamon roll while he went over to their favorite local coffee shop for a bit. She must’ve been tuckered out because she didn't even wake up as he washed up and got changed. He left her a note and soon took off.

The morning was quite chilly, as it tended to be by the coast and thankfully, he was one of three people in the coffee shop right now. Well, then again it was 7:30am on a Saturday. He placed his order and took up one of the little nooks and pulled out his AirPods and book to catch up on some reading. He had gotten through four chapters when the shop started to fill up a bit more and he realized it was a little past 8:30. It would be a good time to order for Julie, so he put his things away and got into the line and after another ten minutes he was grabbing her cinnamon roll and coffee and heading off to his car.

Harry always parked a bit further because he enjoyed the walk down this street but as he neared his intersection he saw none other than Joey rounding his car and opening the door for a woman. He felt his blood boiling a bit as Joeu animatedly talked to this woman as he neared them. And just as he was passing by, Joey gave a few careless steps back while laughing at something the woman had said and accidentally collided with him causing Harry to turn towards him swiftly.

“Hey man, so sorry! I was-” the smile completely wiped off of Joey’s face when he recognized Harry, who was wearing a stern and irate look on his face.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole.” Harry mumbled and Joey’s own features creased in irritation.

“It was an accident okay, Styles?”

“Oh, you two know each other?” The woman spoke up as she closed the car door and Harry glanced to her.

“Yeah, we do. He’s fucking my wife.” Harry said with a sardonic smile and the woman glanced towards him with a shocked expression.

“Joey-”

“Seriously, man? Right now?”

“Yeah, man.” Harry retorted. “You’re a real piece of shit, you know? You fuck her, get her pregnant, and replace her because she hasn’t fucked you in a week?” Harry confronted and Joey’s jaw tensed.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re even saying, so shut the fuck up.” He responded defensively as he gave Harry a slight shove. Harry glanced down to where Joe’s hands had just been and he inhaled through his nose.

“I’ve stayed quiet about this for long enough.” Harry said as he set his things down on a one of the little tables right outside another shop behind him.

“Listen, Joe-” the woman started and grabbed his arm.

“Don’t touch me.” He warned and she sighed nervously and started to glance around.

“You need to grow the fuck up and take responsibility for this.” Harry said, placing a firm finger on Joe’s chest.

“Why should I? It’s not like she’s in a rush to sign the fucking divorce papers!” He reasoned angrily.

“Because it’s the right thing to do, you asshole. You wanted to woo her and fuck her? This is all on you! And instead, she finds you with some other chick to add to your body count?” Harry accused.

“Watch it, Styles.” Joey warned as he leaned in closer. They were about the same height but Harry was slightly more built than he was.

“Or what?”

“Or you’ll get what’s coming to you.” He warned.

“Joey, please.” The woman huffed nervously.

“Oh please…I’d lay you the fuck out.” Harry chuckled haughtily.

Next thing he knew, Joey was growling as he took a fast swing at Harry’s jaw and it caused him to stumble back. He heard the woman with him gasping as he glanced up through rage-filled eyes and lunged at him. Joey groaned as he was rammed into the side of his car and Harry held him up before delivering a hit to his face as well. Despite the stinging of his knuckles he went in for another hit as the rage flared up inside of him. The woman started to call for help which distracted Harry for just a moment and in that time he was on the ground with Joey trying to overpower him as he took erratic swings at him, some landing and others being blocked. With his adrenaline going into full gear he thrust his palm up into Joey’s chin the second he got an opening causing him to bite his tongue hard. He groaned in pain and Harry started to roll them over when finally they were starting to be pulled apart by some public interferers.

“I already called the cops, they’re on their way!” Harry heard from behind him and sighed as he saw one of the employees from the coffee shop they were in front of telling the man who was before him trying to calm him down.

“Seriously…?” he sighed as he glanced back to her and she gave him a slightly judgmental look. “He laid hands on me first.”

“Maybe so, but you kept it going.” She said and he rolled his eyes.

“It’s fine, man. Just cool down. You guys should be fine, no property was damaged.” He said and Harry nodded. Harry glanced darkly at Joey who was already looking at him with anger before turning away as he listened to whatever the woman with him was saying.

Minutes later the police arrived and they were both sitting handcuffed in the back of the vehicle as the police got the stories from the witnesses. The tension in the back of the trooper was high and after another ten minutes they were being driven off to the nearest station. Harry had never been in a situation like this before but it was quite scary, they weren’t being processed or anything yet, they were just sitting on a bench still handcuffed. When an officer walked by Joey called out for him.

“Hey officer, are we under arrest or something?” He asked and the guy turned towards him.

“We’re determining that now based on the stories from the witnesses. We’re gonna put you in a cell right now.” He informed and Harry sighed.

“Can I make my phone call? I have that right, don’t I?”

“That’s only if you’e charged.” The officer said and Joey huffed in annoyance before he walked away.

It was another few minutes before they were being led to a cell and getting their handcuffs removed. Harry thanked the officer before massaging each of his wrists as he plopped down on the narrow bench in the cell and then Joey took his seat on the other end of it. After a few awkward moments in silence one of the cops came by and gave them a talking to for fighting in public. And because it was a small one and there was hardly any damage inflicted on each of them and none to any public or private property they were going to be let off with a warning after they cooled off for a bit. They were then told that they were going to pull them out one by one to let them tell the cops who they wanted to call to get them picked up. They pulled out Harry first and asked him to unlock his phone so that they could find who he wanted to call and he immediately chose you.

“Thank you, we’ll give Y/N a call shortly, Mr. Styles.”

“Thanks.” He hummed and was escorted back to the cell where he sat in a contemplative silence until Joey returned and plopped down on the bench again.

“Sorry for hitting you.” He mumbled and Harry glanced over to him, “Thought you were gonna hit me first so I just…went for it.” He said and Harry smirked a bit.

“I sure as shit wanted to but I’m not that fucking dumb. Specially with your girl, or whoever she was, there.” He said and Joey sighed.

“That’s my younger sister.” He said and Harry glanced over to him before they both chuckled a bit. “She’s visiting from Washington for the weekend, she’s doing some really intense research for her dissertation or something nerdy.” He explained, “Haven’t seen her in like half a year.” He shared.

“Wow…well, shit, I’m sorry for ruining it.”

“It’s fine…I was working up to telling her about Julie. I knew she was going to be pissed at me for how we came together, so I was trying to be a little more discrete about that.” He said and Harry hummed. “Was kinda hoping they could meet, but she’s been dodging me all week.” He explained. “Now I know why…” he said with a sigh.

“And what do you…think about that? About the pregnancy?” He asked.

“Shocked. I thought she was on birth control or something…she never said anything about that.” He shared. “I love her though.” He admitted.

“Yeah?”

“Yep.”

“And why haven’t you said that to her?”

“Because of you. I mean…she wasn’t rushing to divorce you. She refused to talk about it when I’d bring it up. So even though I felt more for her I was just playing it really cool, you know? To not pressure her or risk losing her.”

“Yeah, I get that. She’s confusing.”

“Tell me about it.” He mumbled. “I wasn’t going to leave her for this. I just really needed some time to process and think but she jumped to the worse conclusion and just took off before I could even ask her to see her to properly talk about it. I tried calling her but she ignored my calls. Gave up around midnight and figured I’d deal with it tomorrow since my sister was planning to leave after breakfast.”

“Fuck…I mean, I still don’t like you. I think you’re an ass for this but…you’re definitely not what I expected.” Harry said and Joey smiled a bit. “Look, we are getting divorced. I know she’s afraid too of your level of commitment towards her and that’s maybe why she hasn’t been so straightforward with you. So maybe, you initiate that conversation with her and it’ll help her open up to you too.” Harry advised.

“Yeah. Thanks, man.” Joey hummed.

“Of course.” Harry assured with a slight smile.

It had been maybe a half hour before Joey’s sister showed up to pick him up and then nearly another hour before the office notified Harry that Y/N had arrived.

“Styles?” He called and Harry shot up from the bench. His ass was numb and his back hurt a bit from shitty seating. “Your ride is here.”

“Thank you.” He said as he came up to the cell door and waited eagerly to be let go. He followed the officer to a desk where they had a baggie of his things.

“Your personal effects. Just make sure nothing is missing.” He was instructed and Harry nodded and well, apart from the food items he’d purchased, the rest of his things were there.

“S’all there. Thank you, officer.”

“Yep. Now, according to the witnesses, Mr. Greene was the aggravator, meaning that you acted in self-defense. Did you overdo it, yeah…but you could press charges if you want.” The officer informed him. “Would you like to make a report?”

“No, it’s fine.” He sighed, “We worked it out in the cell.”

“Good to hear it.” He said and Harry offered him a smile before he was guided back out.

Y/N’s POV:

When you received a call from Harry but it was the police station you completely freaked out. Especially after hearing everything they’d told you. Despite being half asleep still, you immediately got out of bed, washed up and got dressed before taking off. Thankfully there was no traffic yet at this hour so you breezed up the PCH at illegal speeds. You hated the idea of him in a cell. When you finally arrived at the station you rushed inside and told the officer at reception why you were there and he assured you that it’d be a few minutes. You were sitting in a little plastic chair, tapping your foot incessantly as you waited. The door was opening and closing as officers came in and out and you were glancing up each time until finally, you saw Harry being led out.

You sighed in relief and shook your head and smiled as you saw him chatting nonchalantly and laughing with the officer. Of course he had even charmed the people he’d been in trouble with. His eyes finally met yours and he smiled. He looked fine, just a slight cut on his lip and a swollen cheek bone which would surely bruise over the next few days but apart from that, he was perfect.

“What the fuck?!” You laughed in disbelief as he came up to you and he smiled and shook his head.

“So fucking stupid…” he muttered as he stopped before you and reached up and lightly turned him to inspect the injury.

“Look at that…does it hurt?”

“Yeah, a bit.” He said and you sighed. “Thanks for showing up for me. You didn’t have to come for this nonsense.” He said and you smiled at him.

“Of course I did. I’ll always be here for you.” you assured him. “I love you.” You said quietly and his smile widened.

“I love you too.” He assured before hugging you into his body.

After telling you where his car was (he had fibbed so that the cops wouldn’t tow it), you drove him there while he looked through his phone and saw a slew of missed calls from Julie. She was worried because his note said he’d be right back and it was nearly noon now. She could only imagine the worst and despite him trying her a bunch of times she wasn’t answering now.

“I’ll follow you to the house, okay?”

“Yes, of course.” He nodded and soon you were making he short drive to his house and as soon as you turned onto their street you saw your parents’ car in the drive way. You sighed and pulled up across the street as Harry took up the other spot on the driveway since his entrance to the garage was blocked. You followed after him as he keyed his way inside and as soon as he opened the door your mom gasped and hurried up to him.

“Harry! Thank god you’re alright! We were so worried you’d been in an accident or something!” Isabel said as she came up to him and inspected him. “Mira eso…” she huffed as she saw his swollen cheek.

“I’m so sorry for worrying you all! Where’s Julie?”

“I sent her to have a shower and relax a little bit, she should be down soon!” She informed and he went up and greeted your dad while you came up to your mom. “What’re you doing here?” She asked surprised as she hugged you and you were stumped for a moment as you pulled back.

“I uh-”

“I called her.” Harry spoke up and you glanced to him.

“Oh, for what?”

“I got in a little tussle with…well…a guy.” He said vaguely.

“Who?!” Your father asked with some confusion and you swallowed thickly.

“I was defending someone’s honor is all.” Harry said and Isabel’s brows creased in and then it’s like she put two and two together.

“You saw the man Julie is having an affair with.” She said and then your dad turned to her with wide eyes.

“What?!” He asked in completely confusion and you groaned at her lack of tact in this moment. “She what?!”

“She’s been having an affair with someone for several months.” Your mother said to him more calmly and he just took a seat on the couch as the gears turned in his brain. “The baby, it’s not Harry’s.” She explained and that made his eyes widen again.

“Mom, you need to slow it down with these bombs you’re dropping.” You said to her and she sighed.

“I’m sorry! Ive just been keeping it to myself all week and I hate lying to your father!” She explained to you and Harry and your dad groaned and buried his face in his hands.

“Let me get you some water.” You said lowly and hurried off to the kitchen. When you heard Harry start to explain what had been going on to your dad you decided to take a bit more time and just serve up some water for everyone, even Julie, who hadn’t even joined you. You also wrapped a bag of frozen veggies medley in a thin kitchen towel for Harry’s cheek. When you returned Harry was finishing up the explanation.

“-I know we should’ve told you guys the truth sooner but Julie was feeling so awful about it and trying to save some face.” He explained. Not in an accusatory tone but in a sympathetic one. “I didn’t want to push her if she wasn’t ready to share that with everyone.” He said.

“I understand that.” Your dad said, “But it was not your responsibility to tell us that. If she did it, she should’ve taken ownership.” He said and he nodded but reminded him that it was hard for her to talk about it. “You’re kind in keeping that hidden for so long…” your dad said and Harry tutted.

“Here are the waters and ummm, a bag of frozen veggies for your cheek.” You said as you handed that over to him.

“Thanks, baby.” He said without really thinking about it and then you froze, eyes wide. And when he realized he groaned and then your parents both looked between you two.

“So my older daughter cheats on you and you get revenge on her with her sister?!” Your dad questioned frustration and you stepped in quickly.

“No, no, no!” You said coming to sit before him and your mom.

“He told me about Julie over the vacation in Palm Springs. And they weren’t sleeping together so he moved to the room beside mine and we were just spending a lot of time together talking and venting about our problems and we just got closer. It wasn’t planned or anything!” You explained and he groaned, “And when we came back we just kept talking and spending time together and realized that we… have deeper feelings for each other!” You explained and as you looked between your parents your dad still looked a little unconvinced but your mom was holding back from smiling as wide as she wanted to.

“Well, I like this.” She said decisively and you smiled timidly towards Harry as your dad quickly turned to her.

“Are you insane?! Isabel…” he huffed.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Julie is in love and pregnant with another man’s child. Harry’s all alone! Y/N all alone and in the valley! They’ve been good friends for a long time, they’ve always cared about each other… I don’t see why we should be opposed to it.” She explained her stance.

“It’s just…messy. Very messy.” Your dad shook his head and Harry nodded.

“I agree. But Julie and I are definitely getting the divorce. Even more so now that I talked to Joe, he loves her too and he is ready to step in and take care of her and their baby. He wants that with her! It was just big news for him, you know?” Harry explained and you smiled and gave one curt nod.

“I think this could work.” Your mom added and your dad was just sitting there, putting the puzzle pieces together once more, mentally arranging and rearranging everything he had just heard. Then, you all heard Julie’s descent from upstairs and she saw you all sitting in the living room silently.

“Harry!” She sighed in relief and then saw you, “And Y/N…” she said and then your dad glanced over to her.

“What have I missed?” She asked awkwardly as she came over.

“We know.” Your dad said and her brows creased in.

“Know?”

“That you’re pregnant with someone else’s baby.” He clarified and her face went pale and then started to grow red with anger as her eyes narrowed in slits towards Harry.

“You told them?!” She shouted angrily and he shook his head.

“No!”

“I overheard you two arguing about it!” Your mom shouted and she looked to her now as her eyes started to brim with tears. “When I came to drop you off from the urgent care, I heard it all. And I…told your father just now.”

“Oh my god…” Julie groaned into her hands for a few seconds and then she looked to your parents, peeking out from behind her hands.

“How could you do something like that?!” Your dad questioned her and she sighed. “He has given you everything and has treated you with so much love! To betray someone who loves you like that…”

“I don’t love him anymore! I was just scared that…the person I’d leave him for wasn’t going to do the same for me as Harry.” She explained with tears running down her face as he glanced to Harry apologetically. “I was so selfish! I know that! But I was so scared to make you all disappointed in me and to lose him… I know I’m awful and I deserve all of these bad things to happen to me but I just needed to follow my heart for once and now this man probably wants nothing to do with me!” she sobbed, “God, I’m such a wreck!” She exclaimed and Harry shot up.

“You’re not. Hey, no. That’s where I was.” He said and she wiped at her eyes, “Ran into Joe on the street and we…got into it. They locked us up for an hour to cool off and we got to talking a bit. That girl that was at his house? That’s his younger sister. She was visiting for the weekend.” He explained to her and Julie’s features softened. “He was just freaking out a bit about you being pregnant because he thought you were on birth control. He really just needed to process and maybe that was a bit much to process with a guest over.” He added and she inhaled sharply to try and catch her breath as Harry broke this news to her.

“Really?” She asked quietly and he nodded.

“Really.” He assured her, giving her a reassuring nod and she let out a sigh of relief.

“And you’re here because?” She asked you, still feeling a bit unsure of your presence.

“I called her to get me out of jail.” He explained and she turned to you again.

“They know about us too.” You added and Harry turned to you and smiled.

“Yeah, that too! It’s been an eventful few minutes.” He chuckled and your dad groaned lowly and you giggled at him.

“I can see that…and no one hates me?” She asked worriedly and you all shook your heads.

“We can’t say we agree with how you handled this, but we don’t hate you. We love you and just want you to be happy.” Your mom said, “Right?” She asked your dad and he nodded in agreement. And Julie sniffled as she heard this and hurried over to them and hugged them tight as she started to cry a bit.

Harry came back over to you and pulled you into his side as your parents comforted Julie and talked to her softly.

“What a shit show…” you giggled quietly and he sniggered, “But I’m glad it happened this way.” You hummed.

“I am too, baby.” He whispered as he interlocked his fingers with yours. “Love you.”

“Love you.” You whispered back with an adoring grin.

One Year Later…

You weren’t being dramatic when you were saying that this had been the best year of your life. After everything going on with your sister, Harry, and you had come to light things started to look up. Julie signed the divorce papers right away after talking with Joey and it was only two months before the court made it official. Your dad did come around to the idea of you two dating after a few talks with Harry, it did help that he already liked him, but just ensuring his intentions were pure was really what he was interested in, specially after everything you had been through with Ash. And well, you’d been dating ever since in everything was like a dream! You ended up moving in with him near the end of the last summer and there hadn't been any issues between you at all. You complimented each other so well and made such an amazing team, getting this little glimpse of how the rest of your life could be with him made you look forward to every new day.

Initially, Julie still felt a little bit weird about Harry being with you for a bit. But once the pregnancy got further a long and she saw how Joey really stepped it up the completely forgot about that. It was the end of October when Julie had her baby, it was a little boy and she and Joey were still going strong. He had even proposed to her at Christmas and they were hoping to be married as soon a bit later down the line when the baby was a bit more grown so that they could plan things properly. You were truly happy for your sister and hoped that her family was a successful one, even if that closeness never really grew much more between you.

“Baby, which tie?” Harry asked as he came down to the kitchen with two different options in his hand. He had a big evaluation meeting at his work for a promotion to associate professor which would land him even more security and a nice pay rise. He positioned one after the other over his ensemble to give you an idea of what each option would look like.

“Ooh… the plum one!”

“Thought so.” He grinned and set the other one down as he started to get the tie around his neck.

“Your coffee is about ready. And remember, I’m working that dinner party tonight so I’m gonna be late.” You reminded him.

“I remember.” He hummed and you smiled as you grabbed his traveling mug from underneath the Nespresso and covered it for him and set it down beside his work bag. “Is it straight?” He asked you and you came over and made one minor adjustment.

“There.” You whispered and he smiled down at you.

“I love you so much. You got this.” You assured him.

“I love you. And I know I got this.” He said, “When that new paycheck comes in, we’re buying your engagement ring.” He said and you giggled and rolled your eyes. “You think I’m kidding?” He asked and your smile dropped a bit.

“Harry…” you tutted, “You know I don’t need one. We could save that money for something else!”

“You need one.” He said and you smiled, “You deserve one. Want you to love it and flaunt it and tell everyone we’re getting married! I’ve been waiting for you for so long, don’t want to have to be discreet about it.” He said and you smiled.

“Well, that’s true…” you hummed a bit timidly and he grinned.

“And besides, the sooner we get engaged the sooner we get married. And the sooner we do that, the soon we make babies. And I’m dying to have a baby with you. No offense to your sister, but you have to know our babies will be the cuter ones.” He said to you with a smug little grin and you giggled and he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. “This eval is step one to all of that. So I’m gonna do a great job, not just for me! But for us.” He said decidedly and you smiled.

“I know.” You assured him confidently. “Now let me give you a kiss for good luck.” You whispered and he smiled as he dipped down and pressed his lips to yours gently.

Every time you kissed it made your heart race. It felt like the world stopped just for you two to be able to relish in each other and there was nothing better than that. After a few heated moments you pulled apart with big smiles and playful pecks until your nose was brushing against his gently.

“And when would you find out if you got it?” You asked him.

“Ummm…University EXCO meets not next Wednesday, but the following one.” He said and you smiled.

“Okay, that’s just…” you paused as you mentally counted the days. “Twelve days.” You said.

“Twelve days.” He smiled with optimism. You let him grab his things and followed him to the garage door and held it open for him to get to his car. “I’ll see you tonight.” He said as he stepped out and you nodded. “I love you so fucking much.” He said before giving you one final smooch.

“Love you.” You mumbled against his lips as he hurried into the car. You opened the garage as he settled in to the car got it on. You saw him take a deep breath before putting the car into gear and slowly backed out. He kissed his palm and threw the imaginary kiss at you and you did it back and with that he was off for the day. You were confident in him and you knew that in twelve days, he’d hear exactly what he’d be hoping to hear.

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keenzinemugstudent · 1 year ago

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Eric: You need to change your last name

Y/n: Huh? Why?

Eric: Because dear it doesn't suit you

Y/n: *eye roll* Oh really? And what do you think my last name should be Mr viking?

Eric: Northman

Y/n: Why would it be Northman?

Eric: Because that's my last name dear...*smirk*

Y/n:......

Eric: .......

Y/n: You smooth motherfucker

Eric: Love you too dear

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reveseke · 8 months ago

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Highly a believer in Harry who comes and goes as he pleases,sometimes crashes on the couch and sometimes crawls intl the bed with you if he feels like it. Like an outside cat who has been let inside once and fed —and comes back when he pleases knowing the people there are kind and have good food. No you will not get any peace with him in the house, sometimes yes. Depends on if he feels like being an asshole and scaring the living shit out of you with how good of a guy he's at sneaking up on others and being quiet and eerie or if he wants your attention constantly to be on him.

Yes there are bloody handprints and blood stains in your sheets or on the couch. On your mats. With most likely soot.

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gatitties · 7 months ago

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Clumsy

─ Crusaders stands x reader

─ Summary: You're the dumbest person Jotaro knows, even without a stand, they all seem to adore and protect you

─ Warnings: none

─ Being friends with Jotaro is already an achievement, although it was not on your part or his, both mothers were neighbors and close friends, so from there a rare friendship was born.

─ You are like the sun and the moon, there is no need to clarify who is who, even though sometimes you are not so bright, Jotaro is definitely not a sun.

─ In any case, you are much more expressive than your friend, and, definitely much more stupid, clumsy, distracted, careless, curious, optimistic... it's not like it's very difficult anyway.

─ Jotaro once said “The only difference between a rock and you, is that the rock can't trip over itself.” “And you have the same expressiveness as a rock and nobody says anything to you.” From time to time you have witty phrases, just from time to time.

─ He really can't understand how you were so dumb and at the same time attentive from one moment to the next, how you go from having the mentality of a fried fly to an average human from one moment to the next.

─ He also doesn't understand how you are so clumsy sometimes and the amount of luck that protects you from having broken any bones so far.

─ He doesn't even bother to catch you when he sees you trip on something because you mysteriously stood up again, not because of you of course, there is always something that prevents you from falling.

─ Then there was the whole "evil spirit" thing that turned out to be his power manifesting in the form of a stand.

─ You were there when the fight with Kakyoin happened but you came out unharmed, although the boy who was being controlled threatened you too, saying that you were a great evil for a certain DIO, which you doubted.

─ Joseph thought that this guess was because you also had a powerful stand, perhaps so powerful that it would be an impediment for DIO, however, you couldn't see anything when Avdol showed his Magician's Red, nor any of the others.

─ Then they assumed that it was some kind of mistake, or they had confused you with someone else, until when you were gathered in the Kujo dwelling, you stood up almost spilling a steaming cup of tea on yourself.

─ Almost, because the four stands rushed to catch the hot drink and hold you in place so you wouldn't trip, you didn't even notice what happened because you were more attentive in greeting your mother, who arrived to see how her sick friend and neighbor was doing.

─ So, in simple words, you were like a magnet attracting stands, and somehow they would protect you, there were no clear explanations for this event yet.

─ You thought the boys had drank another kind of tea when they explained everything to you, but it doesn't matter, the only thing that stayed in your simple brain was a trip to Egypt and saving Jotaro's mother, so you ventured with them.

─ Jotaro assured that even if you encountered danger on your own, you would scare it away as always with your luck.

─ Polnareff joins in later and is surprised when Silver Chariot stops a large rock from falling on you when he didn't even order it or see in time to react, everyone brings him up to date later on you and the strange attachment their stands have towards you.

─ Just imagine the five of them seeing an enemy, lined up, looking at each other seriously while you're on the sidelines, watching everyone fight by punching the air and shouting weird things, you don't understand anything so you keep drinking your milkshake, pushing up your sunglasses while you keep taking photos of tourist spots.

─ Please you have the boys covered in blood from the fight and all you can do is pat them on the head and say “good job with… whatever you guys were doing.”

─ They think the enemies will try to attack you but their stands don’t hurt you either, they start to understand why you’re a threat to DIO, his stand surely refuses to attack you anyway.

─ What the hell are you? The holy divinity of stands?

─ Anyway, you feel a little bad man, all those stands do all their efforts so that your clumsiness or others don’t hurt you and you can’t even see them.

─ You wanted to compensate them or see them somehow, which ended in your five friends covered in flour because you thought that would work to see the figure of their stands, which didn’t happen.

─ So you started talking to the air, looking near the boys hoping that the point you were looking at was where they were.

─ Sometimes they aren't even out but you keep talking to the air, they appreciate it though.

─ Star Platinum usually grabs your arm when you trip over your own feet, Hermit Purple holds objects you accidentally drop, Heriophant Green will deflect sharp or dangerous objects that gravitate towards you, Silver Chariot will smash them with his sword and Magician's Red will be like a bodyguard, watching out for anything that could be harmful.

─ You start to differentiate them by touch, so you can thank them properly now and they are a little excited about it.

─ It's a bit whimsical really, but the stands themselves hope you'll get your own so you can see them.

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jollyhunter · 7 months ago

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24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 2.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: SFW - This one's more fun, so no warnings this time! Also, English is not my native language

Advent calendar includes: headcanons, snippets, one shots, imagines, blurbs etc.

Words: 625

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A/N: If you want to be tagged for the next parts, just let me know. And feedback is welcome!! Enjoy! 🦊

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2nd Dec. - Spell Book

You rub both your hands across your scrunched up face, cursing inwardly at how you had ended up in this situation. The dusty smell fills your nose again and your eyes dart down at that godforsaken spell book in front of you. You had stumbled across it around an hour ago in the bunker’s library and the fact that it seemed untouched, intrigued you enough to sit down with it and snoop through the pages. Ten minutes in, Dean had appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your chest as he tried to get you away from the book. “Dean, I’m readin’…” you grumbled, throwing one of his arms off in slight annoyance. You knew exactly what he was trying to do but your head was in a way different space right now, fully invested in decoding the book under your nose. But Dean being Dean, he saw his chance to annoy you and he took it. And you being you, you didn’t budge. Your fingers clasped tightly around the books rim when he tried to pry it from your hands, leading to a tug of war with the pages being between you. One thing led to the other, and you might or might not have accidentally read a random phrase from the book out loud. Just that it wasn’t English or Latin but a language you had no idea what it meant. And that it wasn’t just a phrase, but a spell. In your defence, how the hell were you supposed to know?

“Uh-...it’s um-…you are-,” you start for what’s probably the tenth attempt at getting the word out but once again you revert to some half-baked answer in the last second, “Probably better you don’t know, Dean.”

Sam who is hovering over your shoulder can’t help himself but chuckle in befuddled amusement at the situation. Was it appropriate? Probably not, seeing as Dean had been turned into a certain… object, thanks to a certain someone throwing an ancient spell into his face. But the situation was so bizarre and absurd, even for you guys, that none of you could really keep a straight face. That is, except for Dean, who’s face would have contorted from anger – if he had one. Instead his voice echoes through the halls of the bunker when he snaps at your poor attempt to avoid his question of what the hell was going on, again. Meanwhile the long object is vibrating slightly from his agitation as it sits on the table in front of you two, yelling at you.

“Oh come on!” he barks, frustration lacing his voice. The second the first word left your lips, he knew that you had done something. Nothing good ever happened when that were the first words out of your mouth. “Please, for the love of god, just tell me. You always say that and it drives me insane!” He exclaims now frantically, still unable to move and see. You two left him in the dark, quite literally from his perspective.

“We’ll figure it out, Dean. Calm down, alright?” Sam chimes in, making his best attempt to sound reassuring, but it was hard when his voice cackled from the laughter he is trying to keep in. After a moment, he cannot help himself but add with an amused chuckle, “You know, on a second thought, maybe you’d even like your new… look and...skills.” He gives you a knowing side-glance, that cheeky smirk on his face. You feel the blood rush into your face again, turning crimson as you dig your face into your hands with a groan.

“Skills? Sam what do you-” his voice vibrates, the second it clicks in his head what’s going on, he exclaims in horror, “don’t tell me.” The only response he gets is another amused chuckle from Sam and you wince into your hands, which both only serves in raising his horror even more.

“Please, somebody just tell me I am not a-” he cuts himself off, too horrified to say it aloud, hoping he’s got it all wrong. ...Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t.

(End of part 1 - to be continued…)

Edit (on my man‘s order): A/N - fun fact: I told my hubby the prompt of today and this was his idea lmao I love that silly man

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke

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#dean winchester fic #spn funfiction #funfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean x you #spn reader instert #spn x reder #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #spn #kinky advent calendar

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florencebirdsong · 6 months ago

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Healing Hands

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Healer AU - Chapter 2/4

Summary: you can’t seem to get the same feeling Agatha gave you

Tags: naive reader, fingering, good girl, praise kink, dubious consent, brief orgasm denial, manipulative agatha, corruption kink, medical play(?)

no pronouns used for R, wearing non-descriptive dress

Words: 2,174

Authors note: here is some more manipulative agatha goodness for you i hope you enjoy <3

masterlist | ao3

Chapter One

You’re back at Healer Harkness’ place much sooner than you were hoping. Which was somewhere between the next day and never.

You had attempted to treat yourself, multiple times. But no matter how good it had felt you hadn’t been able to…finish it like Healer Harkness had. You had hoped that it wasn’t necessary, that it’s only effect was making the gel more potent. Not that it was the key ingredient. But the feeling inside of you, which had been so minorly tempered after your trip to Agatha’s, grew exponentially every time you tried to treat it yourself.

It has only been embarrassment at your inability to do what she said and how the feeling grew every time you thought of her that kept you away for so long. But it’s become unbearable. The few moments you’re able to not think about it have become rare and only the smallest thing flings your thoughts back towards Agatha and her hut.

So, you force yourself back down the long path before anyone notices how unwell you are.

Knocking on her door a second time is easier but waiting for her to answer is so much harder. The heat inside of you banks a little at the thought of her not being home but longing flares. It’s the same agony that’s been haunting you since you left.

The door opens and the look on Agatha’s face changes the moment she sees you.

“Back again?” she asks as she opens the door wider and allows you inside. You duck your head as you nod. She doesn’t sound disappointed, exactly, but she doesn’t sound surprised either. “Healing or ingredients?” she asks just like the first time.

“The um- the same thing as before,” you say.

“Oh, yes,” her eyes run down your body. “Your little problem.”

“It’s not so little anymore,”you try not to squirm.

“The treatment isn’t working?”

“I’m not sure,” you wrap your arms around yourself. It still feels so strange to be talking about this with another, even though she is your healer. “You said I had to do the thing. And I wasn’t able to on my own.”

“The thing?” she asks imperiously. “Do I need to remind you of what I said last time?”

“I don’t know what it’s called,” you admit quietly.

“Of course not,” Agatha snorts to herself. “You came, dear.” At your still vaguely confused look she continues. “Orgasmed. Climaxed. Creamed. There’s a few words and many euphemisms but the proper term is come, which is what you will use when referring to your treatment.”

You swallow nervously before making yourself speak again.

“You weren’t there to- I mean I wasn’t able to- to come,” you stutter.

It’s easier to say than the other word since you haven’t heard it before Agatha but it still feels dirty, despite it being the proper term. Agatha sighs.

“It’s understandable given your experience but it does complicate things.”

“But- you can do it, right?” you rush out. “I mean you did last time, so I thought…” you trail off, abashed at your aggressive start. “I don’t want to feel this way forever and it truly keeps getting worse.”

You’ve had to fight the horrible impulse to leave whatever social gathering you’ve attended to lock yourself in your room and do as Agatha said. It’s made doing much of anything most difficult.

“Yes, I can. But do you remember how often I said it needed to be done?” she doesn’t give you a chance to answer. “I’m very busy, dear. I can’t drop everything to fuck you.”

You squirm as she says that word from last time.

“Maybe if you show me again I might be able to do so on my own this time?”

“Doubtful. There is a slightly different method we will try instead. It will mean that you may go longer between doses but they aren’t as effective. We’ll need to increase the amount, and then again for how long it’s been since you’ve properly started your treatment.”

“Anything,” to not be so consumed by the thought of her.

“Very well” one corner of her mouth tilts up into what you think is the hint of a smile as she completely clears off her workbench.

“Why didn’t you show me this the first time if I can go longer between doses?” you ask while she does.

“Because it must be done with two people.”

“But last time-I mean,” you stumble. Her resulting smile doesn’t help.

“I was showing you what to do at home,” she reminds you.

“Oh, right,” embarrassment floods you again.

“Does that mean I’ll need to come to you for each dose?” A strange twist of hope and anxiety curls around your lungs.

“Yes,” she says. “It is dire enough now that we can’t risk missing any while you struggle to make yourself come. Now, bend over.” She gestures at the workbench.

“Bend…over?”

She only allows you a moment of confusion before her hands grab your hips and position you in front of the bench. You don’t get out much more than a squeak before a hand between your shoulder blades is pushing you down. You don’t fight her as she bends you over. She lifts the skirts of your dress up over your hips. You don’t stop her. She’s a healer. She knows the persisting wetness is a symptom of what’s been plaguing you.

Her cold hands skim over your thighs and that ache deep inside of you returns. The memory of her fingers inside of you has you squirming. You want to feel it again and you don’t know if you’re allowed to. Want can be so dangerous.

“Symptoms?” she asks as she spreads your legs wider apart.

“The same as before but-,” her fingers run through your wetness and you gasp. When she doesn’t say anything, languidly stroking you instead, you continue, “But stronger. A lot stronger. And it gets worse with every day.”

“I suspect it’s because you haven’t been coming when you apply the gel,” her finger dips into your entrance and your hips twitch when she pulls away. “You should’ve come back sooner.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimper.

Instead of the reprimand you’re expecting or the slightly detached voice she’s been using, she gently rests a hand on your back.

“It’s alright, dear. You’re young and naive. There’s still time to fix it. Don’t worry, we’ll get it sorted in a jiffy,” she says and slides two fingers inside of you.

Trying to treat yourself so many times has made the feeling almost familiar now but being filled by Agatha makes it so much more and you don’t think it’s only from the new position. Although, the new angle does change the feeling. You aren’t sure which is more thrilling.

Agatha hums lowly.

“So wet,” she says, voice husky.

“Is- is that a bad thing?” you say, squirming as her fingers push into you again.

“I told you it was good,” she reminds you. “Now be still, dear.”

Her hand moves from your back to your hip and gives a reassuring squeeze. You force yourself to still but immediately fail when her fingers spread apart still inside of you.

Gasping, you press back onto her fingers, grabbing the edge of the desk to try and ground yourself.

“Um- Healer Harkness?” you ask, voice higher than usual.

“Yes?” she asks, sounding very much like she isn’t listening.

“The gel. You haven’t used any yet.”

There’s a long pause as her fingers continue to languidly pump in and out of you.

“Ah, yes. Of course,” the abrupt departure of her fingers is makes you whimper. “Merely checking your symptoms without its effect.”

“Okay,” you say, only thinking about her fingers to being back inside of you.

The sound of the jar opening has you spreading your legs further apart without consciously thinking about it. Your hips jump again at the cool gel.

“Be good for me,” Agatha says and you try your best to. Her fingers slip so easily inside of you and you whimper when she curls them.

“There we go. Nice and deep.”

It’s not a question so you don’t bother trying to struggle with making words. You happily sink into the feel of her- her fucking you. You moan the next time she curls her fingers and your own dig into the desk. It isn’t enough. The building pleasure has stopped. Something’s missing but you aren’t sure what.

“Oh!”

Her finger circles your clit and you try to jerk upwards. Her other hand threads through your hair and pushes you back down.

“You need to come, dear.”

“I’m trying,” you whine.

“You aren’t if you’re trying to get away from me.”

“I wasn’t- “ is all you can get out before she presses down on your clit and the huge wave crashes inside of you. The hand in your hair moves back to your hip to keep you still as your arch under her. She fucks you through it like last time and you expect her to stop when you finally go limp. She doesn’t. Her pace slows slightly but otherwise nothing changes. Her other hand grips your hip tighter as you begin to squirm. The pleasure building much faster than before.

“Hea- “ is all you get out before her finger swipes over your clit again and turns it into a broken moan.

“You need to catch up on your treatment. We’ll have to go again, dear.”

You moan. It feels too good to be embarrassed by how much you want her to keep going. The awful empty feeling of the last few weeks is gone. Replaced by spine-tingling pleasure. Why would you ever want to treat yourself when she makes it feel this good?

“There we go,” Agatha murmurs as you fully give in to her. “Such a good girl.”

Your toes curl. You want her to say it again. She only said it the once last time but surely if you behave better than you did then, if you accept everything she gives you, she’ll call you it again.

Her fingers curl every time she bottoms out inside of you and you’re a moaning mess. You don’t try to hide the sounds. You don’t care anymore. You just don’t want her to stop.

You’re suddenly empty.

“No!” you gasp, desperately humping the hair.

“We need more gel,” Agatha says and runs her hand down your side like it’s meant to be soothing. The only thing you feel is the ache of wanting it inside of you.

“Please,” you whimper.

“Hush,” she says.

You can’t hear anything else over your heart beating in your ears. You resist the urge to beg again. She told you to be quiet so you will be. Even if the ache inside of you feels like it’s going to kill you.

One hand returns to your hip and you eagerly push them back towards her. She gently spreads the gel around your dripping lips and you make a pathetic noise as you try and get her inside of you. She laughs quietly and nudges your clit so you make another.

“Please.“

This time she pushes three fingers inside of you and you can’t help the guttural moan that bursts out of you. Her movements are harsher than before. Her fingers slam into you with a force you haven’t felt before and her other hand is gripping you so tight her nails are digging in. It feels amazing. Your skin stings as her nails release you. She finds your clit within a second and you see stars.

You come hard enough to arch off the table. You swear you hear Agatha moan behind you as you squeeze so tightly around her.

She works you through slower this time, and her hands are gently by the time electricity stops zinging through your body.

“Very good, dear,” she says and it feels almost as nice as when she calls you a good girl.

Her hands stay on the the same as last time and it takes you a little longer to fully come back to yourself. Eventually, you push yourself back up. You wobble a little as you feel how wet you are down there. But Agatha hasn’t said anything so you’re sure you’re fine.

Turning to her, you’re greeted with the same blown pupils from last time.

“You’ll need to come back tomorrow,” she says.

“That soon?” you ask like you aren’t jumping for joy inside.

It feels wrong to want it so badly. Agatha is only healing you. Yet you can’t stop the want from growing.

“Yes. Like I’ve said. We have a lot of catch up to do.”

You nod your head obediently and go to the door. You hesitate at the threshold, biting your lip.

“How many times?” you force out.

Many, you beg her to say. The idea of never experiencing this again is too awful not to be comforted by memories of it.

Her smile is sharp. “However many it takes.”

Chapter Three

#birdsong writes #healer au #dub/con cw #agatha all along #agatha harkness #agatha h.#agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha x reader #agatha x you #x reader #reader instert #agatha fanfiction #agatha harkness fanfiction #agatha fanfic #agatha harkness fanfic

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pinejayy · 2 years ago

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╰┈➤ OPLA Characters catching their S/O touching herself.

featuring: sanji, zoro, buggy, mihawk, shanks, and arlong

warnings: nsfw!! afab reader!! teasing, masturbation, oral, fingering, curse words, a little degrading.

Sanji

Sanji prepared a nice dinner for the whole crew, and as everyone was eating he noticed that you weren’t at the table and like the gentleman he is he went to go fetch you for dinner.

He walked towards your private cabin and he knocked on the door, waiting for your response and sadly he heard nothing. So he knocked again….and still nothing. So he decided to just open the door “Y/N! My darling, dinner is ready.” He said.

He was shocked when he saw you laying on the bed with your legs spread open and exposing your pussy. You were touching yourself, he stood there watching you.

You were too busy in your own pleasure that you didn’t notice him. You were fingering yourself and moaning softly. As your other hand was playing with your boobs.

As you were pleasing yourself you felt someone’s hands grab yours and you quickly stop and look up seeing your boyfriend. You immediately turned red and cover yourself. “Ah! Sanji!! Why didn’t you knock.” You yell out and close your legs and sitting up, your face was red.

And he chuckled and moved your hands away and opened your legs. Exposing your wetness to him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I did knock, but I guess you were too busy. I wanted to tell you that dinner was ready but I found myself a little snack. You don’t mind if I have a little taste right?”

And before you could reply to him he pinned you to the bed and moved his head towards your pussy. Dragging his tongue into your folds making you moan softly. Your hands quickly found their way to his hair. “Sanji…oh fuck.”

He couldn’t help but feel turn on but he did make dinner after all! So he pulled away “Come on now, let’s go enjoy dinner. You wouldn’t want the rest of the crew to get suspicious right?” He said making you pout and he laughed. “But don’t worry darling, I’ll have you as a dessert later on.”

Zoro

God he was drinking all day so he was out of it, but he did become needy so that’s when he began looking for you around the ship and he had luck finding you. Grumbling to himself he decided to check your room.

As he walked towards your room he was about to just walk in like nothing but something stopped him. He heard small muffed moans coming from your room. And he pressed his ear to the door to hear you clearly.

“Damn someone is having fun without me.” He thought to himself and he couldn’t help but get hard as he heard you behind the door.

You laid on the bed fingering yourself, two fingers. Moaning Zoro’s name under your breath. “Zoro…baby I need you.”

Putting a smirk across his face, he opened the door and walked in. Closing the door behind him and locking it. “My look at what we have here. Someone is having fun with out me.” He teased out.

You quickly gasp out and sit up and blush. Looking away from him. “Oh my god! Why didn’t you knock!” You yell out. He had a smirk across his face and walked towards you and got on the bed and pinned you you down.

“And why didn’t you lock the door?” He chuckled and as he looked at you. “Why didn’t you tell me anything? You know I’ll always put some time for you and your needs.”

You blush and look away, still too embarrassed to talk. So he just leaned in and placed his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth. And his hands slowly started making their way down to your pussy. And he couldn’t help but moan softly as he felt at how wet you are and with a quickly motion he slid a finger inside of you. “I’ll treat you real good tonight, don’t worry princess.”

Buggy

Buggy seemed needy today and he didn’t see you around! He usually wasn’t needy but today felt different. He seemed to look for you everywhere and you weren’t in sight which made him frown. He even asked his crew if they saw you. And they said no which pissed him off. “You guys are useless!”

He stomped his way back to your guy’s shared room, and he opened the door and he was shocked when he saw the slight. You were touching yourself!! You were having fun without him!

While you were too busy with fingering yourself Buggy smirked to himself and got an idea. He detached his arms and they made their way towards you. And he grabbed your hands making you gasp loudly and he pinned your arms above your head.

“My look at this dirty little slut, touching herself without me!” He teased and he walked towards you. “Buggy…I’m sorry!! It’s just tha-“ You began saying but were cut off with his lips smashing against yours.

You two shared a heated kiss, tongue’s fighting for dominance and Buggy growled into the kiss feeling his bottoms get tight. He was getting hard. Pulling away from the kiss, there was a string of saliva “God baby! You’re making me hard.” He laughed out. Standing up and his hands went back to his body.

“Go on touch yourself.” He said, grabbing a near by chair and sat down. “I wanna see.” He said clapping his hands together. “Give Buggy the Clown a show of his own.”

You just look at him and were completely embarrassed now. But you sigh and position yourself so he could get a better view. And you opened up your legs and slowly you began to slide in two fingers inside of your dripping hole.

As you were moaning softly, Buggy smirked and got an idea. “Close your eyes Y/N.” And you being the good girl you are you obeyed his words. Closing your eyes, and feeling something poke your cheek. And he giggled out “Okay you can open them!!” As you open them you saw Buggy’s floating dick in front of your face. “Be a good girl and open your mouth.”

Mihawk

This man has had a long and stressful day and he just wanted to return home with you and have a nice relaxing day. But of course something had to come up. More like him walking into something.

Mihawk didn’t think too much before walking into your guys shared room. But he didn’t expect you to be touching yourself. He watched you as you play with your needy hole and clit while you moan his name out. He couldn’t help but lick his lips. This definitely was unexpected surprise from you.

He smirked to himself, you still haven’t noticed him yet so he coughed loudly. “Oh my! Look at my baby girl.” He cooed softly and walked over to you. You look away, blushing from embarrassment. “Mihawk…”

He began removing his coat and bottoms, and he threw his hat to the side. “Were you having fun hmm?” He got on the bed and began crawling towards you. “Aw is someone needy.”

And you just nodded. “Yeah…you’ve just been super busy lately. And we haven’t gotten any time together..” You say softly, looking away feeling ashamed. You knew he had business to do and he couldn’t always be there to satisfy your needs.

And he immediately felt bad, Mihawk knew he was busy but he didn’t realize how needy you were. “Oh sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me anything?” He frowned. “I don’t know I just didn’t want to be selfish..” You say softly. And he felt even worse now, but he was determined to make you feel good tonight.

A devilish smirk spread across his face. "Then please allow me to make it up to you darling." He whispered and leaned in towards you and placed his lips against your neck. He removed his boxers and his hard cock sprung up. "Please allow me to make you feel good tonight. Please say yes. "

"Oh God...yes please Mihawk." You moan out and he leaned in and shared a deep kiss with you. And slowly he postioned himself between your legs and started to guide his hard cock towards your needy pussy. Sliding in slowly. Both of you moaning, God it's been awhile. "I promise Darling that tonight is going to be special."

Shanks

He was staying over at your place for a few days. And it's been wonderful, you guys have been having a great time. Such as cooking with each, late nights talks and amazing sex.

But at the moment Shanks was passed out in the living room and you were in your room all hot and horny. And since he wasn't up you decided to touch yourself. Not like he's gonna hear you anyways.

You began removing your clothes and laid on the bed and spread your legs and you began playing with your chest and trace your skin softly and slowly your hands made their way to your clit. Rubbing it slowly.

Shanks was sleeping and he woke up sudden. "Huh!? Fuck what time is it?" He asked himself and looked around and you seem no where to be found. Making him pout.

He stood up and yawned, and walked towards your bedroom and before he could open the door he heard you moaning behind the door. He groaned to himself. "Playing with yourself without me huh?"

Shanks opened the door and looked at the glorious slight of you touching yourself. He felt himself getting hard. God the things you do to this man. "Baby! You're having fun without me!" He pouted.

You yelped and sat up. And blush and look away from his eyes. Shanks walked towards you and before you could do anything his head was between your legs. And his tongue was going all out. Moaning into your folds as he ate you out.

You began moaning loudly. "Shanks! Oh God." And he graoned, God this is making him more horny. "You're in for a wild night baby!" He mumbled against your cunt.

Arlong

Despite him hating humans you were quite special to him, he hates the fact that he fell in love with a human. But Arlong will protect you and he’s still pretty rude towards you and loves talking down on you but if anyone else were to say something bad about you he’ll make sure they’re his next meal.

But Arlong was at ‘Arlong Park’ currently his fishmen were throwing a party, there’s loud music and booze everywhere. He was having a good time, but you weren’t by his side which was odd, you were always by his side no matter what.

So he decided to go fetch you so you can join the party, heading his way to your room. When he got to your room he froze, he could smell you. Sniffing the air around, he placed his ear to your door and could hear you moaning.

A smirk spread across his face, and he decided not to knock and just walk in. “Hey Y/N, you busy?” He said, walking in your room. He saw you spread across your bed and with two fingers inside of you and the other hand was playing around with your nipples.

“Oh god!” You yell out and stop as you heard his voice. “Arlong baby!” You whimper out, and pouting. And he smirked and laughed at your reaction.

“Touching yourself? Typical humans and not being able to control their dirty needs.” He snarled but eyed you. He couldn’t help but lick his lips. He looked around and saw a chair in your room and decided to sit on it. He patted his leg “Sit.”

And you quickly followed orders and sit on his lap,gasping slightly and he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Now move.” He demanded.

Moving your hips against his lap and moaning loudly, feeling the fabric of his pants rubbing against your clit gave it the prefect friction. “Such a dirty little human, you’re getting my pants wet.” He spoke and stroked your hair. “I hope you’re ready for the time of your life. We are having our own little party.”

#one piece #opla #x reader #reader instert #sanji #zero #buggy #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #mihawk #shanks #arlong #smut #Headcanons

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satorusugurugurl · 1 year ago

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This is kinda angsty angst. But what about one where reader got into an argument with jjk boy (maybe either satosogu, nanami, or choso) and they stop functioning or start getting reckless during missions and get really hurt. And they have a lil soft smutty smut to show reader that they love them and want them to stay on this planet.

Maybe I Should!

Pairing: Nanami Kento x FAB!Reader

Warnings: Yelling, fighting, blood, near-death experience, makeup, soft sex, fluff at the end, romance,

Word Count: 3,179

A/N: When I got this request, Nanami was the first to come to mind! I love him so much this request was made for him.

“You cannot take this mission!” Nanami snapped, cornering you against a wall. “It's too dangerous!”

“It's a grade-one curse! I'm a grade-one sorcerer; it’s an even match!” You shot back, ducking under his arm, reaching for your bags. “I’m not some fragile flower for you to protect.”

Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, following behind you with a scowl. “This is not about me treating you like you’re fragile! I’ve read the case files! I’ve seen the damage that curse had done! This is way out of your league.” The room grew hotter with your growing rage.

“I can handle this!”

“No, you can’t!”

“Yes, I can!”

Nanami’s hand snapped forward, the veins in his arms and wrist flexed as he held onto you firmly. His touch wasn’t painful or too rough; it was gentle, allowing you to pull away at any given moment. For the first time since he told you you shouldn’t go, you stopped, turning to glance up at him. You were expecting to meet pleading eyes begging you not to go, to stay here. That gaze was nowhere to be found. Instead, you were met with a stern, cold look. One that just ticked you off even more.

You looked away as you yanked your wrist from his grasp. “I’m going; I can handle this on my own.” Your boyfriend remained silent. “I’m not one of the children at the high school.” A lump formed in your throat as you tilted your chin to give him a severe glare. “You tend to forget how strong I am. You look at me like I’m some pretty little weak housewife. I’m not!” Nanami scoffed; it was full of annoyance as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Yes, I am aware; if you were my housewife, you would have the decency to at least listen to what I have to say!”

“If that’s what you fuckin’ want, maybe you should go out and find yourself a girl like that!”

“Maybe I should!!”

His words were like an ice pick to your gut. Those three words stole the breath from your lungs, rendering you speechless. Nanami’s honey-brown eyes didn’t meet yours; they glared down at the floor as he clenched his jaw so tight you could see the muscles in his neck twitch. You felt tears burning in your eyes; you struggled to find the words to say.

What was there to say? He had said enough. Maybe the two of you had grown apart from the missions you both kept taking. Perhaps this fight was the end of you and him.

“Love, I didn’t mean—“

“You did.” His eyes finally met yours; they were wide, full of confusion and regret. “You meant every word.” Tears blurred your vision as you wiped angrily at your eyes. “I have a plane to catch; let’s put a pin in—“ you motioned between the two of you. “us ending our relationship right now. I can’t focus on it when I have a mission.”

“Wait!” Nanami called out your name before you stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door.

The conversation, well, the fight, plagued your mind the entire way to Okinawa. His words, the anger that twisted over his face. Thinking of his reaction was a bundled mess of doubt and heartache that sat upon your chest and clouded your mind.

‘Maybe I should!’

Anger fumed within the deepest part of your soul as you lowered a veil around the abandoned shrine you were sent to cleanse. Maybe he should pull his head out of his ass! You weren’t that same high schooler that was a year younger than him! You didn’t run off to be a businessman! You stuck it out and got more scars than you could count! So maybe he should realize you could take care of yourself!

Your fuming anger blinded you as you walked through the halls, glaring around corners, trying to sense the energy of this stupid curse. But Nanami’s stupid face, the rage, regret, the sorrowfulness in his eyes when he said, ‘Maybe I should,’ left his lips crossed your mind. He turned pale when you told him you would discuss ending your relationship. Thinking about him, about what was to come for the two of you, had you stopping in your tracks.

Ending things with Nanami was the last thing you wanted to do. But he needed to come to terms with the fact that you weren’t as weak as he thought. You were as strong as him; you could handle missions independently—even grade-one curses.

A grade-one curse that came out of nowhere and slammed you against the wall so hard you saw black spots. A wheezed, pained gasp escaped you as your eyes widened in shock. It is a curse made out of thick thorns, garbling and swaying. You moved as fast as your body would allow, a thorny arm slashing over your back, causing a wretched scream to crawl up your throat as you ducked and rolled behind a pillar.

Blood soaks into your shirt, coating the fabric as you pull out your talisman paper. Using blood from your cheek, you scribble out ‘purify’ over the parchment before embedding your cursed energy into it. Blue energy flowed around it as you rolled out from behind the pillar, tossing it towards the cursed spirit. Despite the fact the talisman was written on paper, your cursed technique made all your talismans hit your targets like daggers.

As your talisman struck the curse in the center of the face, it screamed in pain before it dissipated into black smoke, fading away. You let out a pained whine as you limped forward, glaring down at its fading form. But as its mouth began to fade, it laughed. It was a laugh that made your skin crawl and goosebumps rise over your skin. Something wasn’t right about this.

Whirling around, you were met face-to-face with another thorn-cursed spirit. This one was larger and stronger than the last. Nanami’s words from earlier ran through your veins like ice.

‘I’ve read the case files! I’ve seen the damage this curse has done!’

Little did the both of you know, this curse turned out to be curses—two of them, both grade one. The first one was strong, but this one, this one was crazy stupid strong. If you didn't move, you'd be killed. You rushed forward, reaching for more paper in your pocket, only to be thrown across the floor, your head hitting the floor with a heavy crack!

With blurry vision, you slowly sat up before collapsing forward as the curse rushed towards you. Thorn-covered limbs and vines wrapped around your legs, yanking you towards it. Its mouth opened, and a large tongue lolled out as you hit the ground with every yank. You screamed in defiance, kicking and screaming, tearing your flesh on the thorns, fighting to grab a piece of parchment out. The curse only seemed to enjoy your pitiful wails as you wrapped around you tighter, its tongue slowly sliding up your back as you drew closer towards its mouth.

That was its first mistake; as it brought inches near its open mouth, you roared, slamming a talisman onto its tongue. The paper burned with cursed energy before the kanji ‘purification flames’ lit up, engulfing the curse in blue fire. As it burned, its grip on you loosened, freeing and allowing you to crawl back, watching it thrash and scream.

You stared into the flames, wheezing roughly as you groaned. A see-through version of Nanami stood there, glaring down at you in disapproval as you struggled to stand. The Nanami said nothing as you gripped your side with a weak chuckle.

“S-See, I was f-fine.” you limped forward, “I could handle it.” Nanami shook his head. “Dead as a doorna-Gaaahk!” Blood spurted from your mouth as a stabbing pain shot through your stomach. Stumbling, you looked down with blurry vision at a large blackthorn emerging from your abdomen. Your blood dripped onto the ground as the throne turned to ash.

‘You were reckless.’ The Nanami before you watched as you fell to your knees, your hands clasped firmly over your bleeding wound. ‘Reckless, weak, not even worthy of being a housewife.’

Either his words or the pain had you collapsing onto your side, blood bubbling out of your mouth. Nanami, your Nanami would never say that. Iron flooded your taste and smell as you watched Nanami fade. Nita came rushing in, falling to her knees and shaking you as you stared weakly into the distance.

Perhaps you should have listened to him instead of fighting with him. He was only looking out for you, trying to keep you safe. But you had taken his adoration and concern for you as him seeing you incapable of taking this dangerous mission on. A weak laugh escaped you as you felt Nita dragging you, screaming into a phone.

Maybe being a housewife wouldn't be that bad. It might have been fun. But you would never get to experience that. Your body was too cold as blood seeped out through your fingers as someone pulled you into a car. Your name turned into humming as you shut your eyes.

“Darling,”

“Hm?” You asked, opening your eyes before shifting slightly against the warm body you were snuggling.

“Hi,” Kento reached down, stroking your cheek with one hand while he held a book in the other. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhmm.” you snuggled into his side, breathing in the smell of salt water. “I had a terrible nightmare. I almost died.”

Kento’s warm hand brushed gently over your cheek. “It’s a good thing it was only a dream.” He whispered, bring your face up to him. “I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, love.”

“Mhm, I love you, Kento.”

“And I love you.”

Slowly lifting your head, you grinned at him as he kissed you deeply. He was sitting on a beach towel under an umbrella. The sound of ocean waves crashing over the shore had you fading further into the reality you had made. Where you and Nanami finally got out of Japan and made a life on a tiny island somewhere far away.

A beach somewhere far away, where you could spend your days walking the shore, enjoying the sweet ocean air. This was a place where Nanami could be free. Somewhere far, far away from all the blood and death the two of you had faced—a little slice of heaven.

And it was a reality that didn't exist.

Blinking in your summer oasis, your vision became clearer. Ocean waves turned into the chirping of medical machines and heavy snoring. The warmth of the sand was the warmth of blankets covering you. And the smell of Nanami was because your boyfriend was sleeping in a chair beside your hospital bed.

Disorientation overcame you as you sat up, wincing at the stiffness of muscles and pain in your stomach. Your mouth was too dry, and your head was pounding. What had happened? Where were you? How long have you been out?

“Ken?” your voice was hoarse and broken, but the man next to you jolted.

Dark circles had formed under his eyes as he jumped out of his chair, his hands cupping your face. His honey-brown eyes, which had been filled with anger the last time you saw him, were now filled with utter relief. He pulled you into his chest, his hands gently stroking your hair back as you shuddered, a sob working his way up his throat.

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered, his voice broken. “I almost fuckin’ lost you.”

His relief was contagious; you felt yourself easing into him, crying softly into his chest as he crawled into the bed with you. His arms gently wrap around you, cradling you into his body. No words needed to be spoken; the touch and sobs you both shared conveyed every regret and emotion you both had been feeling.

You were lucky to be alive, thanks to Nita’s quick work and the work of the doctors at the local hospital. They kept you in a stable condition long enough for Shoko and Nanami to take the soonest plane to Okinawa. Shoko helped speed up the healing process, and you were released three days later. During those three days, neither you nor Nanami brought up the previous fight. Which you were grateful for until he helped you into your shared apartment. As he shut the door, placing your bags in the living room, you sighed.

“Kento, we need to talk.”

“Yes, we do.” he agreed, following you into the bedroom, where the two of you sat on the bed. “I would like to—”

“No, I'm going to start.” You interrupted, placing a hand on his chest. “Kento, I-I’m so sorry I acted as I did. I was frustrated and angry, and—” You swallowed hard, “I realized you were only looking out for me, and instead of taking your words to heart, I twisted them into something they weren't. S-So if you want to end this, to find a more ideal partner, I understand.”

Nanami gently interlaced his fingers with yours. “I said some terrible things myself. I know you're strong, love, and capable of going on missions and taking care of yourself. But I will always tell you the truth. If something looks difficult to me, that says a lot.” The truth hurts as you nod, swallowing even harder. “That being said, my agreement to find a more suitable housewife was immature and moronic of me. You're the only wife I want in my life.”

He cupped your cheeks, kissing you as softly as he could. “K-Kento? You mean that?” The words came out as a blubbering mess as he laid you down on the bed, fingers grazing under your shirt.

“Every single word, I love you; you're the only wife I want.”

“I-I love you too, Kento.”

Nanami gently pushed you back against the bed, his lips trailing down your neck as his hands gently ran up and down your sides. “I want to worship every part of your body.” Hands slid under your shirt, gently grabbing the fabric, tugging it up and over your head. “You're such a beautiful love. I adore you; you're the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You shivered as his hands trailed over the large scar on your stomach, gently caressing it. “K-Kento~” He sat back, allowing you to remove his shirt before he trailed kisses over every single inch of exposed skin.

“I want to make love to you. I need to caress you,

Feel you, and adore you.”

Nanami trailed kisses over your shoulders as he slotted himself between your legs with a groan. Seeing the arch you squirmed and arched against him was all the encouragement Nanami needed to keep going. He slid his hand into your panties, gently rubbing circles around your clit, making you buck against his hand.

“I can't lose you; I need you in my life.” His sweet words had you moaning louder than his fingers plunging inside of you. “It’s you; it’ll always be you, baby.”

Nanami was true to his words. He worshiped you with his tongue, fingers, and lips. Bringing you over the edge countless times before he finally began passing his thick girthy cock into you with a groan. Once the tip is inside, you both inhale sharply. Your eyes were boring into each other, fingers interlacing.

The air is thick with lust and passion as Nanami slowly sets a steady pace. He was continuing to slide into you before he finally bottomed out. His back muscles twitched as he groaned against your lips, staying buried inside of you as you lazily kissed each other.

“B-Babbyy~”

“Y-You feel so good inside of me, Kento~”

“And you feel fucking perfect wrapped around me, my love.” His lips find yours, slotting against yours in a deep passionate kiss; the sweet lingering fast of coffee and sweetbreads flood your mouth as he starts thrusting deeply into your tight pussy with a grunt.

Nanami is slowly and sensually fucking into you. His mouth against yours, both your whines and moans getting lost in the other's mouth: you had made life countless times before, but this time was different. It was different because Nanami put his entire heart and soul into each kiss and thrust. He was cautious of how tight he squeezed your fingers while paying attention to the quest your body gave him. The man was putting his everything into his movements.

And you could taste it, god, it was so sweet. The gentleness, the softness in his groans as he gently rocked into you. While his hands gently caressed you. This was perfect; it was the literal embodiment of true love. A love that you would never in a million years let slip away.

“K-Kento~ I-Im not going to last m-much longer.”

“Me neither.” he gasped against your mouth as his hips bucked faster, the bed creaking under the two of you with his thrusts. “Cum with me~ I need to feel you cum around my cock~ I need to feel it~ please love, please~”

“K-Ken~! Ken~!” You cried out in-between kisses as he fucked you into an intense orgasm. He gritted his teeth as your walls pulsated around him, drawing him over the edge with you. Your name left his lips like a prayer as he filled you with his cum fucking it as deep as your body would allow.

Kenton only stopped when you both were a sweaty heap of entangled limbs. “M-Mmm, fuck, I love you,” Kento whispered, pushing strands of your hair out of your face. “I love you so damn much~ please don't ever leave me.” he pressed his head against yours, breathing in every breath you exhaled as you both came down from your orgasmic bliss.

“I-I won't.” You whispered against his lips as he moved, grabbing your left hand. “I swear, Nanami.”

He shifted, reaching for something under his pillow. Your heart lurched as you felt him slide a ring onto your finger. Glancing down at it, you choked on your gasp as a glittering diamond ring shone on your finger.

“Say it again.”

“I swear I'll never leave you.” you kissed him deeply. “I love you~ I love you so much~!”

“I love you too, god I love you.” Nanami kissed you, his future wife, as hard as possible without hurting you. “We’ll be together forever.” His hips rocked gently into you.

You made love all day. Gently kissing each other until you both finally laid down to rest in the last afternoon. Nanami softly snored as he held you, and you just laid there, basking in the afterglow of sex and the elation of being engaged. Your diamond ring glittered in the sunlight shining through the window before you curled into Nanami’s chest, sighing happily.

Being with him like this, was your own personal paradise that you never wanted to leave.

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