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[littlemissmiller]

Bird in a Cage

Part 5: The Deal

Pairing: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

Summary: you return to coriolanus’s chambers after a lovely night and he shows you how much he’s addicted to you. later in the week, he makes a deal with you and you decide to take some precautions…

Warning: 21+ (implied drug use), smut, non-con, riding, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, slight cum play, spanking, use of nicknames (good girl, play thing), mirror sex, doggy, slight degradation, obsession, possessive behavior, toxic themes, stalking, kidnapping.

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: hello hello hello! part 5! so idk why my last fic didn’t do as well, but i still take suggestions so whatever y’all wanna read about let me know because maybe im falling off but damn y’all didn’t want a little coriolanus x you x sejanus :( ok well, I hope y’all enjoy this chapter and stay tuned the last chapter is gonna be different, like a choose your own ending (my ass couldn’t keep a surprise to save my life). oh and i added a chapter because I couldn’t fit everything into part 6. in the meantime the classic Summer High series is still in the works and I think imma actually do a pedro story next! yah! ok that’s all bye ❤︎︎

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The guards nod and escort you to Coriolanus’s chambers. As you walk, you feel like you’re floating, coming down from your high and entering a new sensation. Your lust drives every thought in your mind and is bringing your body to heat. Once you arrive at his door, you knock twice and he invites you in.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

You let out a drunken giggle and eye him. At this point you’ve completely transformed into feeling nothing but pure desire for him.

“That was a fun experience. The stars…they shimmered so bright. It was beautiful.”

He walks over to you, his overcoat now removed, along with his cufflinks. His shirt is slightly agape, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the top of his pecks. He smiles and walks towards you. You wrap your arms around his neck and he places his hands on your waist.

“Tell me more about the stars.”

“They were like beautiful gems. They flickered and danced so brightly.”

“As beautiful as you, my darling?”

“I-I’m not sure about that…”

“I am. I’m incredibly sure.”

“Well…why don’t you show me?” You ask.

He sighs and immediately captures your lips. He holds your face tightly, moving his hands under your jaw and on your neck. You can barely breathe, but you love feeling devoured. He’s entranced by you, your scent, your taste. Coriolanus wants to explore every part of you. Ravish you, make you shake, and cry his name. He loves how loud you get, how you claw on his back, and ache for more. His passions get the best of him and he swoops you up, cupping your ass and swiftly walking you to his bed. You are laid flat on your back. You gasp as he crawls on top of you. You smirk and he starts to undress you. He pulls down the straps of your dress, kissing your skin as you are revealed to him.

“You feel so soft. So perfect.”

He pulls your dress down your body, until you are in nothing but your panties and bra. This has truly become his favorite sight. You, in a matching pair of lacy underwear, on his bed, ready for him.

He sits up on his knees, unbuttoning his shirt all the way, tossing it to the ground. Your breathing becomes laborious and you focus on his next moves. You can’t help but gawk at him, his body, perfectly toned, yet not too bulky. He crawls back on top of you, this time going straight to your neck. He wants to leave marks, sucking and biting hard. You squeal out and moan, your fingers raking through his hair. You cling to him, reveling in the pleasure he’s giving you, while patiently waiting for his mouth to explore further down your body.

“You taste so sweet. I know you want more…” you nod and he gasps moving his mouth to your collarbone and the valley of your breast. “Can’t get enough of you, my darling. Let me see these beautiful breasts.”

His hands snake under your hips and up to the clasp. You arch your back to allow him access. He expertly unhooks your bra, slipping it down your arms and tossing it to the ground. Immediately, he grabs your chest, kneading and massaging you. You whine and arch your back again. He smiles against your flesh, nipping at you. Your whimpers are truly music to his ears, and he intends to coax more out of you.

“So sensitive. I love how you respond to my touch. Mmm I have an idea…”

He crawls off you and sits back against the headboard.

“Come here” he pats his lap “lay over me you beautiful thing.”

You nod biting your lip, and crawl to him.

“On your stomach, ass up baby. There ya go. Good girl.” He whispers “I want to focus on your pleasure fully tonight.”

He grabs your ass, giving it a few firm pats. He lets out a soft moan as his fingers slowly find your folds. You grab his bicep, arching into his touch. He starts soft, stroking your pussy, then his touch becomes more aggressive. A wave of euphoria fills your body, your core becoming more and more wet. The sounds of it fill the air, and you feel his cock harden on your stomach.

“Mmm you feel that baby, you feel how you turn me on. Your wet cunt, making me so hard.”

“Mhmm…I love how you touch me, sir…”

He finds your clit, rubbing it feverishly. You let out moan after moan, jerking and bucking against his hand. He continues to manipulate your core, his fingers working hard on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp and claw at his body. He loves how your nails dig into his thigh and arms. He loves how you don’t want to hold back. He removes his fingers for a moment, holds them to his mouth and spits on them. He places them back on your cunt, making you squeal again. Coriolanus is satisfied watching you like this, especially when you look so perfect laying ass up on his lap.

He moves his hand, slapping your ass a few times. He moans as his hand meets your cheeks, and you can feel his cock twitch against your stomach and you smile.

“You like that baby, like me treating you like my little play thing”

“Mhmm…oh” you moan as his fingers find your pussy again.

“Turn over.” He instructs “I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.”

You swing your body over, your ass now firmly against his hard on. You want it in you so bad, but also want more of what he’s offering you. He gives you a sinful smile, his icy blue eyes focused on you.

“Spread your legs a bit more.” He pats your thigh. You obey, stretching out your legs, readjusting your body on his lap. He lets out a sinister chuckle, before his hands swiftly move back to your throbbing core. He rubs you gently then applies more pressure. Your hips buck and he delicately slides a finger into you, then another. He curls them up and pumps his hands. The pleasure is overwhelming, you’ve never had a man make you feel this good.

“God, baby girl, you’re so tight and wet. Fuuuuck darling.”

His fingers continue to work you, your wetness gathering heavy on his fingers. He slides them up to your mouth.

“Taste yourself.” He commands

You nod, wrapping your mouth around his fingers. He lets out a guttural moan. He moves you off his lap, crawling around in front of you. Coriolanus pushes your hips down onto the bed, towering over you. His eyes meet your own and he dives in for a kiss. His lips seal on top of your own, moving furiously, desire overcoming his senses. He snakes his hands down to your thighs, spreading your legs so he can comfortably kneel in between them. He guides his cock to your entrance, stroking you for a moment, then slowly pushing in. You gasp at the sensation, tossing your head back, your eyes scrunching up.

“So perfect. I’ll never get tired of taking you.” Coriolanus utters.

His hips pick up speed, and before you know it, he’s pushing into you deeper and harder. He finds a good pace, hips slamming yours. You could stay like this all night, relish in the pleasure he’s giving you, feel him buried deep in your core. And Coriolanus wishes the same. You feel so warm and wet, Coriolanus is sure he’s never felt like this before with another woman. No one hasn’t felt as right for him as you.

You tilt your head to kiss him again, moaning into him as your whole body moves with his. You wrap your hands around his neck, his hand cradling your jaw. Your eyes meet, his now dark with lust. He quickly recaptures your lips, then moves to readjust you. Coriolanus holds you up on his lap, falling to sit, while you ride him. As you work your hips, he trails down, kissing your neck, collarbone, and valley of your breast. You start to change your pace, legs working to bounce on him. He cups your ass, watching you close in breathless anticipation.

“You’re so perfect like this, my darling. Oh you should see for yourself.”

That’s when the idea occurs to him. Coriolanus studies you, a sinister smile creeping up his lips. He glances over to the full length mirror in the corner of his chambers, then turns back to you with a small chuckle. He holds you against him as he moves off the bed, the whole time keeping himself buried inside you. With a gasp and a small yelp, you wrap your legs around him as he stands. He brings you both to the mirror, setting you down and only pulling out to turn you over.

“Stick your ass out, I’ll hold you up.”

You nod, obeying him. He slides back in, his arm holding your torso, his free hand clenching your jaw.

“Look at yourself baby. Fuck look at your beautiful body, your perfect tits, god you’re so sexy.”

You watch yourself as he ruts into you. His hips slapping against your ass. Coriolanus seems to notice how perfect that is too.

“And…” he slaps your cheek. “This ass bouncing against me”

He gives you a few more firm slaps, before ensuring that you’re watching yourself again.

“Look up baby.” He instructs, patting the side of your face tenderly. “Watch me fuck you. I want you to see how perfect you are. I want you to see why I’m becoming so god damn addicted to you.”

You nod, your eyes meeting him in the mirror. You go back and forth between watching him and then yourself. Being able to watch him defile you like this awakes a new feeling in you. Your body feels hotter, the sensation of his cock seeming to hit harder. You enjoy being able to see yourself in this drunken, fucked out state. You cry out in pleasure, your legs becoming shaky and unstable.

“Don’t give out just yet. Do we need to move back to bed?”

“It’s just hard to hold myself up like this.”

He nods, walking you back to the bed. Coriolanus bends you over, still keen on taking you from behind. The soft cushion of the mattress provides relief and you settle yourself to be more comfortable. He pats your ass, knowing that he will probably not last much longer. You feel it too, your own high slowly being teased out of you.

“I want you to finish with me, I want to feel you squeeze around me when I release inside of you. Think you can do that baby?” He whispers.

You nod vigorously, his pace keeping up until you finally clench around him, your body convulsing with euphoria. After a few thrusts, Coriolanus is spent himself, his cock pumping inside you, semen spewing into your core. When he pulls out, is leaking out of you. He coos at you, taking a finger and pushing it into your core.

Coriolanus leans down, his mouth whispering into your ear.

“That…” he starts, catching his breath. “Was so…fucking…perfect…” He kisses your shoulder blade. “Stay right here.”

He pulls away, heading into the bathroom. When he returns, he’s holding a few towels and a silver tray with a glass of water and pill on it.

“Here. Take this.” He sticks the tray out to you. You roll over, taking the pill and swallowing with the water. You turn back on your stomach, allowing yourself to sink into the bed. You feel as Coriolanus cleans you up, making sure his cum doesn’t drip onto the bed. He tosses the towel to the ground and climbs into bed. You crawl under the sheets with him, lying against his chest. He kisses the side of your head, stroking your hair.

“Mmm, how are you so perfect?” He asks

“I’m not trying to be.”

“But you are…so so perfect for me.”

The next day, you wake up feeling light. He keeps you busy once again, the Hunger Games drawing nearer which means he's also busy. You don’t see him again until dinner and the rest of the week has you like ships passing in the night. By the end of the week, you’ve probably modeled every dress and outfit that represents the districts and are worn out. Around midday, you received a message from him.

My darling, come meet me in my study before lunch.

-C.S.

You examine the note, studying a few times before handing it back to the maid with a smile of acknowledgement. You leave the shoot and head to his study, an entourage of guards waiting outside to escort you. Once you arrive, you’re in the room alone. Curious, you look around, peering out the window onto the garden. As you do, something catches your eye. Large pieces of paper sit on his desk, taking up a majority of the surface area. You look closer and realize they are blueprints. You at first suspect they are for the games, but upon further examination it’s the layout of his palace. You do a double take, studying it carefully. The first layout is directly outside in the gardens. There seems to be plans for an event, maybe a party to celebrate the start of the games. You can clearly see his ideas for a grand pavilion closest to the palace and instructions for seating arrangements. You’re not sure what to make of it, turning the page to reveal another set of blueprints. This one seems to be a layout of the ground floor. Two of the rooms have notes scribbled onto them saying: to be remodeled.

You’re puzzled by it all, curious as to why he’s making changes to the palace and arrangements for a party. Maybe that’s why he brought you here. To tell you what’s going on. Then you notice something peculiar. All the rooms are labeled, even the hallways and staircases, except one small rectangle. It sits at the end of a hall, almost hidden away, almost as if it was drawn by accident. But you know it’s not. You think for a moment, then realize what it must be.

His laboratory. The crypt-like room that he had shown you earlier that week. It was right there, just next to the kitchen. Your eyes widen, committing the map to memory as the sound of freedom calls to you once again. When you’re not around him and your mind is more clear, you find yourself at war with your emotions, and ultimately want to go back to your normal life. Settling in here, becoming comfortable and adjusted at the palace are all ways of coping, hoping he would uphold his promise to let you see your family again. Yet, those dreams seem to be fading away each day, your spell broken only when you have a true moment alone to yourself, which is rare since your time being here.

Then the door knob turns and you scurry back to the window. You turn your back, and just as you settle yourself, the door opens.

“Oh you made it here before me. What a wonderful surprise.” He beams as you turn around. As he approaches you, he smiles, taking his hand out for you to hold. You take it and he kisses your knuckles softly. You decide not to mention what you just saw, waiting for him to bring it up instead.

“How’s your day been, beautiful?”

“Fine, it’s been a busy week, I’m ready for a break if I’m honest.”

“Soon enough. Once the games are over things will be…” he starts, taking a step to you “different.”

You nod and he cups your face, placing a delicate kiss to your cheek.

“And you’ll get some time off, we both will”

You nod again, this time he kisses you full on the mouth.

“But I brought you here for a reason. Something we need to discuss.”

“What is it?” you inquire.

“Well, with the games coming up, a lot of people are wishing to meet with me, talk about the arena, talk about last minute additions to the spectacle of it all, and I find it easier to simply have a dinner party to meet with people. Which will be tomorrow night. I have a few dresses picked out for you to try on, but I need help with something and it comes with a reward if you can promise to behave.”

“A reward?” You repeat

He nods his head, hands falling to your shoulders.

“I’ve invited your family to come. I’ll be with you, but they will be here to see you.”

Your eyes widen, swelling with tears. You gasp at his words, hardly believing it.

“What-what am I to do to be able to see them?”

“Well for one you need to act right. Not letting that mouth runoff to tell everybody why your absence has been so prolonged. And secondly…” he starts, his eyes scanning your body. “I need you to act as a dutiful partner.”

“I don’t understand…”

“Since most of the elites of Panem are aware that I’ve taken a fondness to you, they’ll be watching you, more specifically watching me, and I want to make a good impression.”

You stare at him, still confused, waiting for him to explain more.

“I need you to help with some of the planning, they’ll want to see you’re involved with life here at the palace, so for the rest of the day and tomorrow you’ll be with kitchen staff and gardening staff, approving or denying any decisions made. Is that clear?”

“Yes sir.” You finally utter.

“Good girl.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m excited to see what you arrange for tomorrow night. In the meantime, I have lunch ready for you. I can't join the game-makers need me, but I’ll see you at dinner?” He nods and you nod back. “Perfect!” He kisses your forehead again. He escorts you out of the room and the guards escort you to the dining room for lunch.

You can barely eat, the thought of his requests bouncing around in your mind. And he’s letting you see your family. It feels all too good to be true. You stare down at your meal, bread, some various cheeses, and an arugula salad with steak cut up on top. You take a few nibbles of bread, some cheese and take a few bites of the salad before your stomach closes up at the thought of seeing your mother and father again. Your brother, your sister, your grandmother, and grandfather.

You leave the table, letting the guards escort you to wherever Coriolanus wants you next. The rest of the day, he has you tasting various desserts and wines for tomorrow evening, as well as picking out what color flowers should be at the guest tables. It all seems mundane, but you figure this is what his actual partner would be doing. It felt strange to be in this limbo between a real girlfriend and someone who has been forced into that role. He has a way of towing that line, reminding you of your place in this arrangement. Finally after making a decision on the lemon bars and lilacs, you’re taken back to your chambers. When you walk in, several dresses hang on a rack, ready to be tried on. One is a baby blue, with a sweetheart neckline and ruffles. It’s beautiful, but when you try it on, it makes you feel like you're taking up too much space. The next dress is a pale yellow, with puffed out sleeves and Queen Anne neckline. It’s simple, but it washes you out. Then, it is the one that really catches your eye. A vintage mauve, with a beaded, motif corset. It was strapless, made of silk and had a slit that was more than halfway up the thigh. You try it on. It fits you perfectly, hugging your body in all the right places. You twirl in the mirror, and smile to yourself. After a few moments, you are summoned to dinner. You don’t talk much, but allow him to praise you on your taste in wine for tomorrow.

“Perfect choice for a summer evening. And the lilacs will look beautiful as a centerpiece for the tables. Did you pick out a dress?”

“I did.” You smile softly

“Good. I can’t wait to see it, I’m sure you look lovely in it.”

“Do you care to know which one I picked?”

“I’ll wait to be surprised.” He remarks, returning back to his praises of you.

After dinner, you and him ravish each other on his bed, this time he’s more sweet and gentle, yet still giving you an equal amount of pleasure as always. He falls asleep holding you, but you stay awake, your mind fixated upon the possibility of seeing your family tomorrow. Then you remember something else. The location of his laboratory. The map burns in your mind, begs for you to follow it and find the room. At this point, Coriolanus is fast asleep, and you scoot slowly from his arms. He doesn’t stir and your mind is set on finding the key to the door. You remember it well, shiny silver, as if it was brand new.

You sneak over to his dresser, searching for it, the top drawer has nothing but some handkerchiefs and essential oils. You look in the second drawer, a moleskin, quill and ink bottle, sit neatly next to each other. You grimace and shut it. You open the bottom drawer, and it’s filled with a hair comb and mirror.

You creep into his closet, looking through the drawers quietly, but quick and frantic at the same time. It’s nowhere to be found, and you can’t fathom where else it could be. You walk back into the bedroom, then look at the small desk in the corner. You stride over to it and wiggle the drawer trying to open it, but it’s locked. Your heart surges, something telling you, you found it. But now you need a key just to get to it. Or something like a key. You head back into the bathroom, looking for something to pick the lock. You spot a small metal nail file, swipe it and tip toe back to the desk. You rattle the lock with it for a bit and then, it clicks open.

Eager you pull the drawer out and there it is. The silver key. You snatch it quickly, and scurry to the bedroom door. You crack it open, and a guard is standing at attention. You think for a moment, contemplating what to do. Then you have a plan.

“Excuse me?” You whisper.

The guard turns to look at you. He’s surprised at first, then his face softens.

“I can’t sleep, I’m feeling a bit peckish. Could you escort me to the kitchen for a snack please?”

The guard nods his head, walking you to the kitchen. Once you arrive at the kitchen door he turns to open it but you stop him.

“I’m sorry to do this, but I’m desperately cold. Could you fetch me a blanket?”

“I can’t leave you alone.” He states plainly

“I promise I won’t go anywhere. I just don’t want to go into the fridge without something to cover up.”

He sighs and turns around to retrieve a blanket. That’s when you make your move. With the map in mind, you sneak around the corner and discover the iron clad door of Coriolanus’s laboratory. You take the key, place it in the lock and turn. It opens, and you do your best to sneak in without a sound. You know exactly what you’re looking for and head to the cabinet of vials. The deep red one sticks out like a sore thumb and you open the cabinet to take it. You slip in past your shirt, securing it in your bra. You close the cabinet, and hurry out of the laboratory, locking it behind you. You tiptoe back into place, and the guard returns only moments after you have reinstated your place. You try not to seem so out of breath, looking as innocent as possible. The guard opens the door to the kitchen, handing you a blanket and you slip in. You drape the blanket over your shoulders and scoot to the industrial fridge. You open it, the guard holding it for you and you grab a bite of cheese, some bread, and an apple.

You walk out, find a tray and plate and carry your snack back to Coriolanus’s chambers. Once back inside, set the tray on the floor, sneak over to the desk, putting the key back precisely as you found it. You take the nail file and try to close the lock back up, pulling on it to make sure it’s locked. A heavy sigh of relief washes over you, and you float back to the bed. Finally you feel well enough to eat, clutching your chest to feel for the vial. It’s still there and you need a place to hide it. You sit on the floor, snacking on your bread while you think. Coriolanus stirs in his sleep, readjusting his body. You look around the room and spot your day dress from today on the floor. You crawl over to it, searching for a place to hide the vial. You can’t find one when an idea strikes you. You look back at his desk, the nail file still perched on the tabletop. You grab it, and make a small hole on the inside of the breast. It acts as a makeshift pocket and you slide it in. You return the file back to his bathroom, then finish eating.

Once back in bed with Coriolanus, you take a long, deep breath. You look over at him, his back rising and falling slowly. Everything hits you at once and you feel shaky again. He could easily find out you stole from him, snuck around, and took his vial. He could keep you from your family forever, blackmail you, torture you, turn you into an avox. You think about them, wondering if any of the ones he has at the palace was a girl in your place, a potential partner who tried to defy him or run away. You swallow hard, the thought of it making you feel ill. Then, he scoots closer to you, humming as he feels the warmth of your skin. He stirs.

“Where did you go?” He asks quietly

Shit. Was he awake? Did he wake up? Did he know?

“Couldn’t sleep. Got a snack from the kitchen.”

He smirks, his smile lazy, dreamlike.

“I had a feeling. You didn’t eat much for dinner or lunch.”

“How do you know about lunch?”

“The maid told me.” he sighs. “I’m glad you helped yourself to some food. I like how you're becoming accustomed to the palace.” He murmurs. You fake a smile, and scoot towards him. In an instant you feel your worries melt, his hand touching your bicep so gently. You lean into him, and nod, feeling almost euphoric as you drift to sleep.

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[emeritusemeritus]

Hello can I ask for George Wesley x reader at they wedding and I the end of the day it's end with hard domination sex, by the way I love what you doing ❤

Hello my love! Of course, it would be my pleasure! I wrote this as a part 2 to a previous wedding request I’d completed HERE, but it could easily be a standalone piece. Did I just write nearly 4k of pure sin? Yes, yes I did. Enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: where do I start… SEX. Pure smut, graphic smut, PinV, oral (both receiving), fingering, squirting, cum play, face riding, George has a wife kink? Possessive kink, honeymoon, wedding night, bridal lingerie, dominant George, DomSub relationship, soft!dom George. Not spellchecked or beta read.

Word count: 3.6k (I may be ovulating and got carried away)

Little Wife

You don't have to wait long for George to take control, already seeing the dominance oozing from him as he reached out for you. His hand held the side of your neck, resting there and cupping your cheek as he bent down to press a blistering kiss to your lips. In a move that was so impressive it should be studied, he reached out with his other hand and cupped your body, pulling you up and into his body, trapping you between the edge of the bed and the hard plains of his body. The kiss exposed the passion inside of him, messy and rugged that you knew would mess up your perfect lipstick, just as he was hoping to do.

Your hands scrambled to his collar, trying meekly to have him undressed but he wouldn't give in and instead used his right hand to grab hold of yours and hold it securely behind your back, tauntingly. He broke the kiss and his eyes looked equally in love and devilish before he used his leverage on your arm to spin you around so that you were facing away from him. Had hands immediately captured your hips and began wandering over the material of your dress, seeking out your breasts all whilst his lips attacked your neck with soft and teasing kisses, his lips barely leaving your skin. He squeezes your breasts through your dress as his lips attack your neck and you breathe out a sigh of relief, your nipples hardening to diamond strong nubs in the cups of your dress.

“Mrs Weasley,” George purrs into your ear, hands wandering to discreetly find the opening of your dress. You reach for his hand, leading him to the hidden zipper on the side and he wastes no time in slowly dragging down the zip, your heart pounding in anticipation of the reveal of what you were wearing underneath. He slides your arms out of the small sleeves and the dress pools at your feet, exposing you to George’s gaze, his last gift of the day awaiting him.

“Merlin,” he curses from behind you, fingers immediately caressing the soft fabric of your lingerie, following it down until he finds the bare skin of your bottom, exposed by the tiny little g-string that was hiding very little.

“Crawl onto the bed baby,” he commands, hands barely leaving your round bum. You raise your leg and begin to climb back onto the bed, giving a good show of your swaying hips and arse as you crawl, keeping your backside pushes out and your back curved. Deciding to be a bit of a brat, you roll over, exposing the front for him. You’d seek forgiveness later for not following his direction, but something told you that he wouldn’t even remember in mere moments.

“Godric you’re a fucking gift,” he growls, eyes greedily covering every inch of your body now he can see your lingerie from the front. Your breasts are heaving in the little cups of the bra with lace and tiny little satin buttons holding the piece together, so tight against you that it shows him every inch of your curves.

He’s quiet for a few moments, eyes hungry as he stares at your body laid out for him, ready to be claimed anew.

“Mr Weasley, please,” you beg in a sultry, breathy voice that gets his attention immediately, trying to bring him back to reality. In a tiny act of defiance, you pull open your knees, exposing the tiny slip of lace that hardly covers your waiting pussy and you watch with rapt attention as his mouth pulls into a little ‘o’.

“Now I really want to destroy you little bride,” he says darkly, his focus now fixed to the slither of fabric barely containing your pussy lips, no doubt a little wet patch present on the material.

“Your bride George.”

“All mine.”

He walks forward, knees against the bed as he slips off his jacket, discarding it onto the floor. He undoes the top button of his shirt, loosening the tie just a little before he sinks down to his knees.

You gasp when you feel his hot breath against the thin lace of your panties, lips dangerously close to where to need him the most.

“I don’t know where to start,” George admits with a little chuckle, his dominant facade slipping just a little. “I want everything.”

“I’ll give you everything my love,” you say, desperation evident in your voice.

You gasp when you feel the weight of his lips on your pussy, through the thin material, his lips pressing gentle fluttering kisses over the lace. His fingers join in the fun and you can feel him teasing your swollen clit through the fabric, teasing long strokes igniting the fire inside of you. You cry out when you suddenly feel your panties pulled aside and his long, hot tongue licking a long stripe up your pussy, panting your lips and exposing every inch of you to him.

“Fuck,” you hear him grunt as your hips rise, desperately seeking more contact. You whine, desperate to feel him again and you’re rewarded with his sinful tongue licking all around your throbbing pussy, catching your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Need you to ride my face baby,” he pants, suddenly pulling away and climbing onto the bed with an extended hand for you to join him. “Come here little wife.”

You take his hand and position yourself directly over his face, taking the headboard beneath your hands as you work to steady yourself on legs that were already shaky with the sheer arousal you felt. His fingers hook in the side of your panties, pulling them aside again and you feel a twitch of desperation in your clit. He notices, of course he does, and looks up at you with a devilish smirk.

“Fuck, George!” You cry out when his lips suddenly surround your clit and he sucks on it with determination, tongue circling the little sensitive nub in the most perfect way. The position is perfect, his mouth directly where you need him. His left hand reaches up to steady you, taking a handful of your round bum cheek in his greedy hand and one of your hand slips into his hair as you slowly begin to ride his face, timidly moving your hips in a circle.

He moans again against your pussy, the vibrations making you gasp and cry out again.

“You’re so good georgie,” you whine out, “eating your wife’s pussy so good!”

He doubles down his efforts at your words, though you didn’t think that was possible. Your hole aches to be filled but the delicious torture of your clit is all you can think of. Your hips undulate above him and any thoughts of suffocating him are forgotten as you quickly ascend to your peak, his tongue working you perfectly. The curve of his nose is a blessed thing and even when your clit isn’t being directly stimulated, the tip of his nose catches it perfectly every time.

“I’m, I’m,” you try to warn him but your climax hits you with such a violent force that all you can do is push back your hips against his face and hold his head firmly in place where you needed him. As soon as those full lips lock around your clit and suck, you’re done for. You can’t contain your moans as your orgasm overcomes you, hands scrambling to squeeze your aching breasts as you ground yourself against george’s mouth and nose, squeals of overstimulation erupting from you.

You slowly climb off of George, now worried that you’d cut off his air supply of you remained there any longer. You needn’t have worried because as soon as you look at him, you can tell he’s perfectly content and maybe a little pussy drunk, his eyes glazed and his smiling face covered in your glistening juices. You bend down to kiss him, licking yourself off his lips as you do and you moan as you taste yourself on his mouth. You move to straddle him and feel the heft weight of his swollen cock beneath you, almost breaking out of the fabric constraints. You reach down for his purple tie and pull him up to sit so that you’re sat firmly in his lip. He looks dishevelled already and you can’t help but send him a sultry smile.

You kiss him again and it doesn’t take him long to recover, the dominant side of him returning as he claims your lips and your tongue in a sensual dual, overpowering you.

Your hands begin to pull at the knot of the tie to looses it and with nimble fingers, you undo the buttons of his shirt, his chest getting more and more exposed. Godric he’s hard beneath you but you don’t push it but rocking on him, wanting only your reward tonight.

“Did I say you could undress me?” He asks, his tone making you briefly pause your actions.

“I need to feel my husband, please George,” you counter with a desperate whisper, knowing he couldn’t resist that. You feel his cock twitch under you and you bite your lip to stifle the smirk, knowing that he may be the dominant one but you really did control him in your own way.

“Take off my trousers my little bride,” he instructs, hands caressing your shoulders, the flirty little ruffles of the lingerie catching his attention.

You slink down from his lip and watch as he leans back, head on the pillows as he watches you carefully. You undo his belt and the three buttons that are barely holding up with the size of his cock beneath and immediately you are met with the most delicious sight. His cock is straining through the material of his boxers, a wet patch evident just near his bulging tip and your mouth waters at the sight. He slips the trousers down his legs with ease but you hardly notice, eyes fixed on the delicious outline of his big cock. You need it, need it to fill you, every primal instinct screaming at you to take him in any hole you can.

“You can touch me beautiful girl,” he says softly, realising you were waiting for your next instruction, not pushing your luck when your reward was so close.

You waste no time in pulling down the boxers and watch in complete glee as the heavy cock bounces and slaps against George’s belly with a thud. He looks so swollen it could be painful, so big and thick that your pussy involuntarily clenched around nothing. You look up to his watching eyes as you move closer, enjoying the look of barely concealed desperation in his own eyes.

You don’t tease him, you can’t wait another second as you drop your shoulders, ass high in the air as you lean down and take his cock in your mouth. You moan out at the taste immediately, your tongue licking over the little slit on his fat tip and finding the salty liquid already leaking from him. He moans out like a wild man and you carry on, taking it as praise. You let your spit pool around him, getting him nice and wet as you take him deeper and deeper, hollowing out your cheeks as you slowly pull off him. He cries out again and you’re filled with pride, with sheer determination to pull more of those sounds from his mouth. You suck him hard and fast, cock hungry and mouth watering at the weight of his cock in your mouth. Your hand grips his base, stroking in perfect synchronisation with your mouth and he whines out your name.

His hands begin to explore your body as you take him deeper into your throat, fighting not to gag as you take him so deep, wanting to be his good little wife. It’s sloppy and messy and so very rewarding, your pussy leaking in pure arousal.

“Mrs Weasley,” George commands your attention, forcing you to look up at him with wide eyes, mouth still full of his big cock. He curses at the sight, head slipping back for a moment before his hand reaches up to grab your jaw, gently pulling you away from his cock. You look up at him with doe eyes, concerned you’d done something wrong.

“There’s no way I’m cumming anywhere but this little cunt tonight,” he says darkly, interpreting the slight sadness in your eyes. He kisses you and you both hum into the kiss at the taste of your arousals mixing together. “On the bed, Angel.”

You lie back on the bed, hair fanning in a halo around you as George looms over you, the muscles of his shoulders and back bulging as he leans over you. He drops onto one elbow and immediately brings his spare hand to your breasts, pulling down the material of the cups so that your breasts spill out, dangerously hard nipples attracting his attention immediately. You cry out when he feasts on your tits, lips and tongue leaving no place untouched as his teeth tease your aching nipples. He sucks hard on one peak whilst his fingers toy with the other and you find yourself raising your hips in delicious agony.

“Merlin these tits,” he growls, still feasting on your heaving breasts, “prettiest little tits I’ve ever seen.”

“George!” You cry out, almost out of your mind now with arousal.

He pulls back, eyes wandering over your figure and you can tell he’s considering taking it off before he fucks you and so you slowly reach up to the clasp beneath your left breast.

“Leave it,” he commands, voice and eyes dark. “I’m going to destroy you in this little pretty set my love, my pure little wife so desperate for her husband’s big cock.”

He suddenly reaches down and holds the side of your little g-string in his fingers before smirking up at you with a devilish smile. “These will have to go though.” You gasp when he suddenly tugs at the side of your g-string, breaking it and ripping it away from your body as if it was as easy as ripping a piece of parchment.

Your drooling pussy is completely exposed now for his eyes and you watch as he becomes transfixed upon your pink flower.

It’s instantaneous, the affect it has on him to see you laid out before him like a reward. He leaps forward and dives into your cunt like a man dying of thirst, his tongue is everywhere, licking right from your hole to the hood of your clit as you squeal out in overwhelmed surprise. His strong hands reach out to grab under your thighs and before you know it your legs are on his shoulders. But his face doesn’t stay pressed to your pussy, instead he sits up, looming over you once again. He kisses you with a burning passion and you can’t help but moan into the kiss when you feel the solid weight of his cock nestled up against your pussy. You’re limited with your movements with George’s strong body over you and your legs over his shoulders, but you undulate your hips to seduce him. His cock slips in between your wet folds but doesn’t slip inside and he groans right next to your ear at the feel.

“You’re so fucking hot baby,” he groans, moving his hips now which makes his cock run against you deliciously, the fat tip angling against your clit.

“I need you so badly baby, please fuck your wife george, need you too much.”

He chuckles, not making it easy for you. He reaches down with his right hand and grabs his cock, slapping it against your swollen clit. You cry out, head thrown back at the sensation and you can feel more of your arousal seeping out of your aching cunt. The veiny underside of his cock rubs against your clit so perfectly that you’re certain George was made for you and you reach out to grab his hair to pull him into a scorching kiss, tongues clashing. In pulling him up to kiss you, his body had shifted slightly and his cock was now hovering over your waiting hole, barely penetrating.

You knew with one small roll of your hips you could have him inside you, just a slight shift and he’d be exactly where you needed him. It was torture, the dichotomy between desperately needing his cock and wanting to be a good girl for him.

You hear him chuckle and you realise that you had pulled away from the kiss and had been biting your lip with a concentrated brow, trying desperately to be a good girl.

“Has my good girl gone shy? Little innocent wife scared of her husband’s big cock?” He teases, accentuating his point with a very deliberate roll of his hips. You gasp as he pushes his cock against you, still not penetrating but just angled perfectly so that he was pressed just at your opening.

“Wanted, wanted to be your good girl,” you gasp, finding it harder than ever to speak, all of your energy on not rolling your hips like your body was screaming for you to do.

Your words ignite a fire in George and he captures your lips again, clearly pleased with your submission to him.

“Take what you need my sweet little wife, it’s all yours baby,” he coos, hands shifting so that then entwine with yours either side of your head. You kiss him once more in a mixture of love and gratitude and roll your hips with a dramatic flair, allowing his big cock to push inside of you. You both cry out at the exact same time as you feel George’s cock slip into you, stretching you wide and pushing deeper.

The growl George emits has your muscles clenching around him even further, the stretch of trying to accommodate his big cock already making your muscles convulse. He rests there for a moment, giving you time to adjust as he knows you need, keeping himself pressed snuggly against you.

“Fuck you’re tight Angel,” he pants, drawing his hips back to allow him to thrust into you properly now. You cry out, relief coursing through your body at finally being filled just as you needed. You’d waited all day for this, from the minute you saw him waiting for you to walk down the aisle.

“So big George,” you gasp as he hits even deeper now, your body folded up like a pretzel with your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to reach deep inside you with ease. You can feel every inch of his delicious cock, the big swollen tip and the veiny underside that fill you beyond belief.

“My beautiful wife,” he groans, picking up the pace as he begins to drive his cock into you over and over, hitting all the right spots that leave you gasping and moaning out his name repeatedly. “Pure little wife letting her husband fuck her like this, Merlin that little lace looks good on you.”

You can barely hear his words, the blood rushing to your ears as you swim through the delicious pleasure consuming your entire being, rapidly building to an impressive climax. You can’t hold it back, nor would you want to, and you chant George’s name as your pussy clamps down around him. It’s a red hot heat that consumes you, an almost out of body experience as you cum around his cock. You can hear his own howls of pleasure but can’t register what is happening until you’re floating back to earth, feeling as if you were glowing.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” George chants as he pounds into you, balls slapping against your pussy as he fucks into you like a beast. You watch as his face contorts, hands moving away from yours to hold your thighs against your body, opening you up for his use.

His cum fills you with an almighty flood, the hot liquid painting your insides as he roars with his completion. He’s panting, sweat gathering in his hairline as he begins to come down from his own high and you smile up at him with a look of absolute adoration.

“You squirted Angel, fuck me you are bloody perfectly. Do you know how fucking hot that was? My little wife creaming all over her husband?” George’s words take you by surprise but it sinks in quickly as you realise just how wet you feel down there, knowing that George hadn’t even pulled out of you yet and probably wouldn’t for quite some time, wanting to keep you full of him.

“I love you so fucking much Mrs Weasley,” he pants, his voice no longer carrying that harshness of his dominant air, for now he’s just a man in love with his wife.

“I love you so much George Weasley,” you reply, pulling him forward so that he could kiss you once again, his now softening cock slipping out of your sore cunt. You suck in a breath when you feel his cum begin to slowly trickle out of you and groan when George moves to allow your legs to go back down beneath him.

He pulls you into a side hold, his fingers circling your nipple absently, breasts still exposed from your pulled down cups. He presses a kiss to your probably sweaty head and reaches for your ring covered hand, both of you gazing at your matching rings.

“Ten minutes my love and I’m ripping that little set off of you,” he says, voice dropping dangerously low again with a commanding tone. “Better rest up now sweetheart, there will be no sleeping tonight.”

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[nausicaamusiclover20]

hey I hope you’re having a good day

Can I request a shot about current James x reader, cozy evening and it ends with smut shower?

Hello, thank you, I'm having a good day. I hope you're having a good day too❤ Sorry, I know you requested a smut story, but I wanted to make it more on the intimate side rather than too explicit. I hope you still like it!

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Warnings: mature themes, intimate scenes, physical intimacy

Under the Shower's Touch

The soft, golden glow of the lamp in the corner of the living room bathed the space in warmth, making everything feel incredibly cozy. The flicker of the fire in the fireplace added a gentle crackling sound to the background, creating a peaceful ambiance that felt perfect for a quiet evening. The scent of fresh coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the comforting smell of the soft blanket draped over the couch. I let out a contented sigh as I nestled closer to James, the fabric of the blanket pulling around us both like a cocoon.

His arm naturally draped over my shoulders, pulling me a little closer, and I couldn’t help but smile as I felt the familiar warmth of his touch. My legs were tangled beneath the blanket with his, and I let my head rest on his chest. It was one of those simple moments, quiet and peaceful, but it made me feel like the world was perfect just as it was.

"Long day?" His voice was low, the kind of voice that always soothed me, but there was something more in his tone tonight—a hint of something deeper. His fingers traced slow circles on my arm, but the touch lingered just a little longer than usual, sending an unexpected heat to the pit of my stomach.

I nodded, feeling the weight of the day’s stress slowly melt away in his presence. "Nothing compared to this," I replied softly, lifting my gaze to meet his. His eyes were warm, but there was something darker in them now—something hungry, something that made my pulse race.

James’ smile turned into something more suggestive, his lips curling at the edges. "Come on," he murmured, his voice a little rougher. "Let’s take a shower. You’ve earned it."

My heart skipped at the way he said it, the promise of his words thick with intention. I stood, almost pulling him toward the bathroom as my hand slipped into his, my fingers tightening around his. The way he held me, the way he pulled me in, told me everything I needed to know. I was his, completely, and he wasn’t letting go.

As we reached the bathroom, James paused, his fingers brushing down the sides of my body. I felt a twinge of excitement as he gently cupped my face, tilting my head up so our eyes locked. His gaze was soft but intense, full of desire that made my heart beat faster. Slowly, he reached for the hem of my shirt, his fingers grazing the fabric as he pulled it upward.

The moment was slow, deliberate—his touch gentle, like he was savoring the sensation of undressing me, as though he wanted to take in every inch of my skin. My breath hitched as his hands slid beneath the fabric, brushing lightly over my ribs. The feeling was electrifying, the way he moved, the way he looked at me, made everything else in the world fade away.

He took his time, slipping my shirt off over my head, his eyes tracing every exposed part of my skin. His fingers then moved to the clasp of my bra, undoing it with practiced ease, as though it was second nature to him. I shivered slightly, the anticipation building between us. Each movement felt slow, drawn out, like he was trying to memorize the feel of me, inch by inch.

When my bra was gone, his eyes lingered on my bare chest for a moment before his hands moved to my pants. He undid the button with a steady, almost reverent touch, pulling the fabric down slowly. My body responded instinctively, lifting slightly so he could slide them off, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as his fingers brushed over the smooth skin of my hips.

Once I was completely undressed, James stepped back, his eyes scanning over me, dark and full of admiration. "You’re beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. The way he looked at me, as though I was the only thing in the world that mattered, made my heart race even faster.

He kissed me then, a slow, deep kiss that left me breathless. His hands roamed over my body as if memorizing every curve, every dip, every inch of skin. The kiss deepened as he pulled me closer, pressing his body against mine, and I felt the heat building between us, like a fire that couldn’t be contained.

When the kiss finally broke, I could barely catch my breath. James’ hand slid down my back, and he led me to the shower. The warm water already flowed from the showerhead, filling the space with the gentle sound of water hitting tile. We stepped under the spray together, and I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the heat of the water wash over us both.

But James wasn’t finished yet.

He took his time, his fingers trailing down my sides, as he guided me beneath the spray. The water felt like it was pouring over us, but his touch was what really made me shiver. He kissed my neck, his lips pressing lightly against my skin before moving lower, slowly exploring me, each touch so deliberate, so careful.

I let out a breathy sigh, closing my eyes as I melted into his touch. "James..." I whispered, my voice thick with the emotions swirling inside me.

"Do you want it?" he murmured, his lips brushing over my shoulder. His voice was soft, but there was a quiet intensity in it that made my heart race. "I need to hear you say it."

My pulse quickened, and I nodded, my hands sliding up to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. "I want it," I whispered, my voice breathless and full of longing. "I want you."

The words hung in the air for a moment, charged with the weight of everything between us. His lips found mine again, this kiss more urgent, more intense. His hands moved over me, touching me with such tenderness that it almost hurt, yet every movement felt like it was pulling me closer to the edge.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered against my lips, his voice full of promise. His hands roamed lower, and I responded instinctively, pressing my body closer to his. The connection between us deepened, our movements becoming more synchronized, every inch of our skin touching as if we were made for this moment.

The intimacy between us deepened, the way we moved together, each kiss and touch more urgent than the last. He held me tightly, his hands gently guiding me, making sure we were completely connected, in sync with each other. I could feel the connection between us growing, something raw and powerful.

 Finally, when the intensity of the moment softened, James held me close, his hands brushing through my wet hair as he kissed my forehead gently. His arms tightened around me, pulling me against him. "Are you okay?" he asked again, his voice low and filled with quiet affection.

I nodded, my head resting against his chest, the warmth of the water washing over us. "I’m perfect," I whispered, my voice soft but steady.

He sighed, his hand gently tracing along my back, his fingers soothing against my skin. "I want to stay like this forever," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

I closed my eyes, feeling his words sink into me, and whispered back, "Me too."

We stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, letting the warmth of the water surround us, both of us feeling the weight of the moment. No words were needed. The quiet understanding between us said everything. We were content, lost in the calm, knowing this was the one thing we both wanted: just this. Together.

[rubendiasthoughts]

Hey besties! Hope you like this little headcanon 🤭 Thank you to the person who requested this ❣️

Sending so much love to all of you ❤

Ruben Dias being obsessed with reader's boobs - headcanon:

- Okay, so I feel like he would be very obvious about the fact that he loves your boobs. Like can you imagine maybe when he comes home from training and he says hi to you he would first wrap you up in his arms and kiss your lips, but then he's leaning down and pressing kisses to the top of your breasts before asking you "how's my girl today?"

-I could totally see the two of you having a dinner and maybe he sits on the opposite side of the table and you are telling him about something that happened to you that day, but you realise he isn't even paying attention to you and he's just blatantly staring at your chest. And you're like "Ruben, my face is up here" and he looks up at you, a smirk appears on his face and he goes "sorry, they just look so pretty, couldn't help myself" 🤭

-He would definitely be the type to take naps on your boobs. Especially if he had a bad day or something. I just see him coming back home and finding you laying on your bed, just looking through your phone and you can see something is wrong so you ask him what happened. And he would probably tell you he just had a hard day and you're like "what can I do for you baby?" and he goes "nothing, just stay like that" as he lays his head on one of your breasts, and then cups the other with his hand and he just closes his eyes, looking so content and comfy. And then he just sleeps, maybe you're gently scratching his scalp with your nails and he's just letting out these little hums.

- I feel like whenever you wear a low cut top he wouldn't be able to help himself but stare and he would tell you how pretty you look in that particular top and how it's his favourite and you should wear it more often. Or maybe if you are just doing something around the house and not wearing a bra, just a shirt I feel like he would go crazy (and especially if it's one of his shirts). Can you imagine him coming up to you from behind, wrapping one of his arms around you, while the other hand goes under the material of the shirt you're wearing and he squeezes your boob in his palm??!

- He would definitely cup one of your breasts in his palm sometimes when he's spooning you, and maybe even give it a little squeeze.

- He would 100% be sucking on them, biting them and kissing them whenever you are riding him. They are just right there in front of him, so he definitely wouldn't be able to resist. Maybe sometimes he would leave hickeys on them too. But also he would love to just stare at your tits when you're on top, watching them bounce.

-But also he would also suck and kiss on them before he fucks you as a part of foreplay. Can you imagine him hovering over you and he starts planting kisses from your neck and takes them down to the valley between your breasts and then takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tounge around it and then he gives the same attention to your other boob. And when he pulls away he would look up at you, thinking to himself how pretty you look, your head thrown back with a flushed face.

-Can you imagine if you were giving him head and he's like "take your top off for me, sweet girl" because he just wants to be able to see your tits. And he would so praise you, when you do take it off, saying things like "that's a good girl, you look so pretty".

-He would for sure love to cum on them and he would smear it around using his fingers and then he would bring them up to your mouth telling you to clean up your mess and suck his fingers clean. He would definitely love it if you let him take a picture of your breasts covered in his cum 🤭

-And he would so want to fuck your tits. Maybe you would be sitting on your knees on the edge of the bed as he stands in front of it. And he would say something like "push them together for me angel, just like that" and then he would slide his cock between them. And you would be looking up at him, his head thrown back, grunts leaving his mouth. And the things he would say to you!! Maybe something like "you are so good to me baby, so good" or he would just call you his good girl 🤭

[musings-of-a-rose]

It's Miller Time

Original ask from @boogerpresleyonthemeanguitar84: would you, could you, write some smut with benny and will ofc not incest i mean with a female reader (me lol)? I love your work and like i mentioned in the comment i just found your work! Impressive!

It’s Miller Time

Pairing: Benny Miller, Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2400+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

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"I never do anything like this!" I'm nervous, excited energy rushing through my body, my fingers tingling and shaking slightly. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll take good care of you."

I went out to the bar tonight, intending on having a quick drink at the end of a long work week. But instead I found myself the center of attention for not one but two incredibly hot men, Benny and Will, who happen to be brothers. And here I am, following them inside their shared home, giddy with the prospect of having these 2 touch me.

Will takes my coat and bag, hanging them on the coat rack by the door as Benny guides me to the living room, gesturing towards the couch for me to sit. I do, smoothing my dress down my thighs and he sits next to me, extending his arm behind me, settling it on the top of the couch. He cups my face with his other hand, his warmth burning my cheek as he turns me to face him, his bright blue eyes staring into me. 

“Are you sure, sweetheart? Things can get a little rough. You can say no and there’s no hard feelings.”

“N-no, I’m sure. I just…I’ve never…” I gesture between the two of them. “...done this before?”

Benny smiles and it calms me. “Don’t worry about that. You just feel good. We can guide you.”

I nod, my nerves emboldening me as I kiss Benny. He responds immediately, the hand on my face sliding around the back of my head and holding me to him. His lips are soft and warm, inviting me to part mine and I do, moaning a little when he slides his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me for a few moments, my head feeling light when he slides his thumb under my chin and breaks the kiss, tipping my head back and gently sucking on my neck. I left out a gasp and his hand settles on my hip, gently sliding up to reach into my dress, grabbing my boob and squeezing a little, thumb brushing over my nipple. God does this feel good. So good, I nearly forget about Will, sitting somewhere behind me just watching. 

I push him back slightly and straddle his hips, his concern vanishing from his face when I start to grind on him, fingers tangled in his hair as he buries his face in my chest, pulling down the top of my dress to suck a nipple in his mouth.

“Oh God that feels good,” I pant, rocking my hips a little faster. 

“Arms up.”

I comply, my arms raising as he grips my dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it across the room. He quickly undoes my bra, tossing it in the same direction as my dress as I toss my panties somewhere in that same area. Benny’s eyes rake over me, drinking me in as I straddle his hips again, whimpering when his clothed erection rubs at me. I start to kiss Benny again when I feel a different set of hands on my hips, fingers digging into the skin to pull my hips up. I don’t stop kissing Benny until Will’s finger slides through me, groaning at how wet I am. He says nothing, swirling that same finger around my entrance and pushing it in. 

“Fuck,” I whisper into Benny’s mouth as Will adds another finger, slowly fucking me with them. Will pulls his fingers from me and I whine, frustrated at the lack of contact. There’s some shuffling behind me, Benny shifting under me and then Will’s fingers grip my hips again, angling them a certain way. But before I can ask if he needs me to move, his tongue is there, licking at me like his life depends on it. I cry out, Benny’s hands finding my boobs and pinching my nipples as he watches my face, loving the way it changes expression when Will pushes his tongue inside of me for a moment. A particularly hard flick over my nipple pushes me over the edge, heat and pleasure rolling over me as I cum, Will moaning into my cunt, which makes my orgasm last longer. 

“You taste amazing, darlin,” Will stands from behind me, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. I sit up, legs shaking slightly as I turn around to face him. “I wonder if you taste just as amazing.” I reach for his pants, undoing his button but he grips my chin and turns my head up to his. “Not yet, pretty girl. I'll watch you a bit first.”

Benny’s hands are on my hips, pulling me back on his lap, his hard dick pushing against the top of my ass, which is when I realize he had gotten undressed, clothes tossed somewhere in the room. And the fact that he’s long, or longer than I’ve ever had at least. He pulls my back against his chest, his hands hooking under my knees and spreading my legs wide. He shifts his hips, pushing himself through my wet folds and I whimper. He feels so fucking good like this. After a few moments of this, he sits me up, pushing himself slowly into me and I look down, watching him disappear inside of me. 

“Fuck! You feel so..ugh!” Once he’s fully inside, he pulls my back down on his chest again, hoisting my legs up and wide, on full display for Will, who was seated in a chair across from us, stroking himself. Benny starts at a slower pace, gliding lazily against my g spot before he growls in my ear. “Hold your legs.” I do as he says, his fingers immediately moving between my legs, rubbing circles where I need him most, his other hand pinching a nipple as he quickens his pace, fucking me as fast and hard as he can from this angle, launching me over the edge, screaming his name as he continues to rail into me, chasing his own high. He cums, biting my shoulder as he fills me, still stroking me as my thighs twitch. We stay like that for a moment, heavy breathing, sweat sticking to our skin as Benny nibbles on my earlobe, his dick twitching slightly inside of me. 

Will crosses the room and extends a hand to me, helping me up when I accept it, Benny grunting when he slides from me. What do I do now? Surely I have to clean up or something? But Will gives me no time to think about that as he bends me over the side of the chair he was sitting on, his pants hitting the floor as he brings a hand down to smack on my ass, watching it jiggle as I cry, a smile at the corner of my lips. I didn’t know I liked that but I also have no time to linger on it as Will thrusts into me fairly rough, fingers digging into my hips, pulling me back on him. My hands scramble for purchase as I cry his name, Will setting a rough pace as he winds his fingers into my hair, gripping it tight and holding me down. Damn he fucks so good, my toes slipping slightly on the floor from the height difference. 

“Yeah you like that? You good little slut? Lettin’ me fuck you like this?” Will’s voice is strained, like he’s trying to last. His hand reaches around between my legs, gently rubbing me in stark contrast to the way he’s fucking me and I come without warning, crying his name into the chair as I squeeze him, my fingers digging into the fabric as Will snaps his hips impossibly harder, finally coming himself as he grunts into me, leaking down my legs. He pulls himself from me with a hiss, helping me up and turning me to look at him, all trace of the moment on pause.

“Are you ok, darlin’? I know I can be rough and I know you didn’t use the safe word-”

I have no words. Instead, I pull him to me, kissing him finally, his beard scratching at my skin. He holds me to him, fingers light on my skin, like he’s cherishing me. He cups my face and pulls back, looking into my eyes like he’s making sure I’m really ok. I smile. I know I have to look fucked out by this point, but somehow, I’m not done. 

“Can I have a minute?” I ask. Will nods and points to the bathroom. I take a few moments to clean myself out, drying off before finally getting a good look in the mirror. I was right - I do look fucked out of my mind, a small smile playing on my lips. I return to the living room and they look at me, both of their eyes scanning my body, eyes darkening with every second. 

“You doin’ ok, sweetheart?” Benny asks, his eyebrows pinching together and making him look like a damn puppy. 

“So fucking good.”

They smile and Benny stands, already hard again as he takes my hand. “Good. Follow me.”

He guides me to his bedroom, spinning me around with a smile and motioning for me to lay down. I do, scooting up the bed, which is apparently not where he wanted me, as he grips my ankles and pulls me down to the edge fo the bed in one swift movement, my boobs bouncing as I giggle. He kneels between my legs, pushing them apart as he stares down at me, already wet for more. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I didn’t get to look before.” He lowers his head and darts his tongue out, a quick little tap at my clit and my legs jerk. He does this a few more times, chuckling darkly when my legs continue to twitch before he finally licks up the center of me, sucking lightly on my clit. My chest is heaving, my fingers fly to his hair, gripping his golden locks as he slides his nose through me, fucking me on his tongue. 

“Oh God, Benny!” My thighs slam against his head as I cum, gripping his hair tightly, holding him to me as I chant his name. While I come down, he softly turns my body so my head is now at the edge. He moves back between my thighs, sliding his dick through me again, watching me twich and moan under him. He pushes in slowly, watching me for any sign of discomfort. My mouth flies open, breathing heavily as he bottoms out. He pulls one of my legs up onto his hip before gripping my wrists and pushing them into the bed on either side of my head. He slowly pulls out and pushes in, loving the way I contort under him. 

I feel movement behind my head and that’s when I notice Will, standing off to the side of the room, watching Benny fuck me. On his next thrust, my head moves a little off the edge of the bed and suddenly Will is there, holding my head as he stands over me, his dick hard again. I know what he wants and I want to give it to him, immediately opening my mouth. He looks at my eyes, like he’s waiting for a final consent. “I want to taste you, Will.”

That’s all the permission he needs. He pushes in, much slower than he did before, making sure to stop when I can’t take anymore. I lick and suck as he guides me, his little moans and affirmations spurring me on, my own moans from Benny sliding in and out of me muffled by Will. Benny releases my wrists, taking a boob in each hand and squeezing them, pinching my nipples as Will leans over, rubbing circles into my clit. The overstimulation of everything, the idea that these 2 gorgeous men are not only turned on by me, but also doing everything they can to make sure I feel fucking orgasmically blissful. My thighs shake, my body tensing as I start to come, Benny’s voice muffled by the ringing in my ear, Will quickly pulling from my mouth to let me cry out their names, my eyes watering from all the stimulation. I can feel Benny holding back, trying to give me a moment. 

“Fuck me, Benny!”

“Yes, ma’am.” His hips snap against mine, hitting deeper than he’s done so far. My mouth hangs open and I gesture at Will, who pushes himself into my mouth, holding onto my head as he fucks into me, matching Benny’s thrusts. Benny takes one of my hands, lacing his fingers with mine as I reach behind my head with the other, fingers digging into Will’s thigh. He pants my name, cumming down my throat as Benny grunts out my name, hips sputtering into mine. Will comes to first, quickly pulling himself out of my mouth, a trail of spit still connecting us. He dabs at my mouth, moving towards the bathroom, the sound of running water a few moments later. Benny is still inside of me, his head on my chest as his breath finally levels out, humming as I card my fingers through his hair. 

Will comes back into the room and like teamwork, they take care of me, helping me into the bathtub, washing me up and making me feel clean and cared for. After, they offer me some soft boxers and a shirt, in case I didn’t feel like putting on my dress. They help me into it, bringing me a glass of water and finally listening when I turn down their offer of food for the 5th time. I sit on the bed for a moment, looking between them both. 

“This…this was…well…fucking amazing. I’ve never…I’m not the one who…just… thank you. For a fucking good time.”

They smile at me. “It doesn’t have to end, darlin’.”

“I-what?”

Benny takes my hand, rubbing little circles into the back of it. “Do you wanna stay for the weekend?”

I have never agreed to anything so fast in my life.

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Thank you for being consistently one of the best Fallout bloggers/writers! I hope to add my name to that list soon enough! Anyway, my request is 🐐🌵 - BIGHORNER Piper Wright, hotwife fetish (A hotwife is a married woman who has sexual relationships outside of her marriage, with the full knowledge and consent of her husband, who himself doesn’t have affairs)

Awww, thank you, omg 😩❤ And I wish you the best with your own writing endeavors!! 😁

But ALRIGHTY, man, this one is pretty steamy, okay. So, I did my best on this, but please be merciful if it's not quite right, since this was a subject that I wasn't all that familiar with writing 😅

(stuff with infidelity, even if it's consensual, isn't my usual MO, but I gave it a try!)

Regardless, I hope you like it!

NSFW under the cut! Minors, please do not interact!

(one last note too, but this also contains some cucking as well, so just throwing that out there so there are no surprises on that account!)

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"One last time," Piper whispered to her partner, one hand brushing over their blushing cheek, "You're sure about this?"

"I am." They told her firmly, tilting their head to press a kiss to her palm. "I want this, baby. Wanna see how you are with him. Just the way we talked about."

Her cheeks flushed with heat, a smile forcing the apples of them to scrunch up her hazel-green eyes.

"Okay." Piper pressed her lips to Sole's briefly, before stepping away, and turning back to the occupied bed.

"All ready, sweetheart?" Hawthorne was already naked, spread out over the mattress, propped up on his elbows with a smooth smile on his face and a fierce look in his warm, brown eyes.

Piper nodded to him, feeling the way her heart picked up at the mere sight of his bareness upon her bed, at the thought of what they were about to do, at the feeling of Sole's eyes lingering on her back as they settled on the cushioned chair on the other side of the room.

"C'mere then, I'll take good care of you. They'll see." He jerked his chin in Sole's direction as his gaze stayed glued to the half-naked woman climbing tentatively onto the mattress.

"I see why y'all are doin' this."

Piper trembled as one calloused finger trailed over her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"A hot-blooded gal like you, an' one so pretty? No reason you should be this shy."

His hand delved lower, brushing lightly over her bra, just hard enough to feel through the padded cup hugging her breast. Piper swallowed hard, wishing she could steel herself, that she could refute him somehow, but what he said... it was true.

Sole wanted to see her come out of her shell, and she'd wanted more experience, and Hawthorne, well... Piper couldn't pretend she didn't notice the way his eyes would linger on her in the Dugout, how he'd stop by the paper stand to chat her up. She'd always been flattered, and deep down, interested, but when Sole came along... his flirting with her didn't seem so harmless anymore.

"Go on, baby." Sole encouraged quietly from their corner. "Show him what you've got, huh?"

Their voice tore her from her stupor, and sent a wave of energy charging through her body, and suddenly, she was pressing forward. Rather than flinching away, as she might've done, if not for her partner's encouragement, Piper arched her chest into Hawthorne's touch, scooting herself closer to him and moving to straddle his thighs as her arms reached behind to unclasp her bra for him.

Hawthorne's hand pulled away as the garment fell, his blown-out eyes settling on her curves as she was revealed to him. A low whistle left his lips as he looked on, as he took in her form with a greedy expression setting his features aglow.

"Don't know how long I've been waiting to see this."

He breathed to her, his hands warm against her hips as he hauled her forward and firmly into his lap. Piper gasped as she braced her hands on the hardness of his chest, her face growing redder by the second at his overt attentions and blunt manhandling.

"To feel this." Rough hands smoothed up her body, more firm than Sole's tended to be as they grasped at her freed breasts, thumbs kneading over the sensitive buds there as his fingers pressed almost bruisingly into the softness beneath them.

"E-easy there, big guy. Don't tear them off."

She finally found her voice, accompanied by a nerve-rich chuckle, as her mind began to clear of it's anxious fog and she lost herself to the sensations starting to run through her body. Heat was gathering deep in her belly with each touch, each heavy breath, at the sight of this man's bared cock, dark and straining up against his stomach, so close to her most intimate place; with the knowledge that Sole was getting an eyeful from behind, watching intently as her ass moved and her hips began to grind down experimentally against the man beneath her.

A sudden groan interrupted Hawthorne's light chuckle as she moved her hips forward, connecting her lightly-clothed heat with the exposed underside of his hardened length.

"Little minx, aren't ya?" His hands fell from her breasts to her hips again, helping to lift her so she could rub more effectively over his cock. "Knew you had it in ya."

"You like this?" She rolled her hips against him, punctuating her question with the movement and promptly getting her answer as he bit into his lower lip, barely managing to stifle the groan that left him. "You haven't seen anything yet."

Cheekily, Piper grinned at him, her confidence growing with each sound that left him, each twitch of his cock under her fervent attentions.

Across the room, and through the commotion raging through her heat-addled brain, Piper heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down, the shuffling of fabric as Sole looked on towards their partner.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Hawthorne managed to growl out, and in the next moment, his fingers were moving to brush over the moistened fabric of her cotton panties, delving inside only briefly, to feel the way her wetness was seeping through, to rub teasingly over her clit. It was almost clumsy, the way his fingers dragged over her before pulling away, so unlike Sole's, the way they took their time, the way they knew her body like their own, knew every point of pleasure, knew the tricks to make her positively beg for them.

Hawthorne was different.

He left her wanting, left her yearning for that rough feeling over her, that graceless pressure that didn't quite satisfy, but was still leaps and bounds ahead of feeling nothing at all. He loved just as she'd always imagined he would. It was different, but certainly not unwelcome.

"Damn, girl." He breathed, dark eyes hooded as his fingers teased her heat, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you've thought about this before."

The words were whispered, maybe so Sole wouldn't hear, or perhaps just loud enough that Hawthorne knew that they would.

"Barely touched ya and you're already wet and ready for me."

Piper groaned as his lips grazed her earlobe, one hand still exploring the space between her thighs while the other roved over her backside, holding her in place and palming over the curve of her ass all at once.

"I-it's true." She said back to him, playing into his hand. "Sole said it themself. I deserve better, I... I deserve more."

He hummed into her as his plush lips met the column of her neck, licking a hot stripe over her before giving a harsh suck that was bound to leave a mark in its stead.

Piper's fingers flexed at his shoulders, her nails leaving marks of her own upon his skin, and Hawthorne's sinful digits delved lower once more, into the sanctuary of her soft, scarlet panties, and began to prod wantonly at her slickened entrance.

"I deserve you." She continued, her mind briefly drawn from her body as she heard Sole's breath catch behind her, as she registered the slight sounds of them pleasuring themselves to the sight of her infidelity.

"I deserve this." Her hips swung forwards, sliding her core along the length of his shaft with a firm pressure that had him gasping against the skin of her neck.

Not a moment passed, and a pair of Hawthorne's prodding fingers demanded entrance into her, stretching her walls with their thickness in retaliation of her own teasing actions against him.

"Hell yeah. You do." His lips left her as Hawthorne leaned back, to take in the sight of her scrunched brows, her half-open mouth; to better hear the sounds of her pleasure, that spilled from her lips as his fingers began to dance inside her.

"And me?" Hawthorne stopped as suddenly as he started, and Piper didn't have the time or resolve to hold back the whine of frustration at the sudden absence of him as his fingers were pulled away.

Her eyes blinked open in time to catch the way he snickered at her reaction, a cockiness in his expression that made her blush and want to look away for her own lack of it. Piper looked down to escape the expression, and her gaze was met with the even more blush-inducing sight of Hawthorne taking his swollen cock in hand, and positioning the tip against her soaked panties.

"I'd like to think I deserve this too." He finished, as one hand pulled the fabric of her underwear to the side, and the other guided the head of his cock to her entrance. Slowly, she felt herself ease forward to allow him access.

Him. Another person.

Not her Sole.

Piper bit her lip as she felt him breach her.

"Goddamn." Hawthorne breathed. "Hope you're looking, there, Sole."

His own groan interrupted him as Piper wiggled her hips and sank down until he was buried to the hilt inside her. She panted at the stretch of him, the feeling foreign as another filled her.

Foreign, she thought, but still... definitely not unwelcome.

"Cuz this? If it looks half as good as it feels, you're in for something good."

Before either of them could move properly, Piper chanced a glance over her shoulder and back at her partner seated behind her.

Sole's eyes were half-lidded as they looked on, lust fogging their gaze and slackening their expression as they watched their partner get settled in the lap of another man. Their hand moved slowly over their heat, rhythmically stroking over themselves, even as Hawthorne began to grind his hips below her. She bit her lips at the new sensation, eyes still locked to theirs. A final question, before the heat in her mind took over, before the excitement of it all captured her and whisked her away, her gaze asked Sole one more time if this is what they wanted.

Without words, without ceremony, Sole looked straight back to her, and they nodded.

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Hello can you do a smut of gojo with pregnant reader

𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚

𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑿 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓?

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒌𝒇 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 4.7𝒌

𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

This wasn't how it was intended to be. This was never intended to occur. You can no longer take it back because it happened.

Although you don't regret what happened, if you had known, you might have ended up falling in love with him. Then perhaps, just perhaps, you would have never gotten pregnant. 

He was your closest buddy, and you were his. However, it seemed like the small person who was developing inside of you every day was causing a split between you and him.

Being the mother of his unborn kid might have been a mistake, or it might not have been. Perhaps this is simply how you feel. You have no idea what he would think when he sees you strolling around his house holding your stomach. Whenever he sits on the tub's edge and watches you throw up, you have no idea what he is thinking.

He hardly ever talks to you, you never know what he's thinking. So perhaps he has the same thought. Perhaps this was a mistake. Perhaps this wasn't meant to happen. If only you could go back to that time when he placed you down on the plush blanket as his fingers tugged at your bra's cups.

If only you could go back in time and push him away when he started to pop open the buttons on his clean white shirt.

Oh, if only... Nevertheless, you do recall that you're the one who was okay with being the mother of his unborn kid. You recall... 

… 

"Are you certain of this?" As he gently put you onto his bed, he asked you, He popped out the buttons on his clean white shirt, revealing his toned abs to your first-ever view while you gazed with half-lidded eyes. His belt and shirt both ended up on the ground, and before he knew it, his pants were also on the ground. 

You muttered as you extended your arms to embrace him, "You stated that you wanted a baby, and a baby I shall give to you." As he climbed onto the bed and placed his hands at the sides of your head, he exhaled softly. Now his face was above yours and his lips were practically in contact with yours. On his breath, you could almost taste the sweet flavour of his daifuku. He was just inches from kissing you.

In an effort to get you to reconsider your choice, he told you, "You're my best buddy, Y/N." You shake your head at him, resting one hand on his shoulder, the other at the back of his head, and softly running a finger through his white, fluffy hair. "I don't want what we have to be ruined by this."

You reassured him, bringing him up to your lips, "It won't. Despite parenting a baby together, we will still be best friends."

“Y/N…”

“I already know what I'm going to do, Satoru.” You pulled in for a kiss after you stated, "I'll have a child with you.” His hand went from the side of your head and rested on your hips as he slowly pushed his lips against yours and exhaled quietly. "I'll have a child with you."

“Ok.” 

… 

If only you could return to the tragic evening when he took your virginity—the evening when you got pregnant.

Only if only.

Present Time. 

Gojo observed you taking your daily stroll in the yard in front of his room. As you made a leisurely pace along the stone walkway, your small hands lovingly massaged your stomach. He stared at your features, thinking how stunning you looked today. Your full lips suited your beautiful, rounded cheekbones. You were beaming, and today it looked as though your eyes were sparkling brighter.

When you noticed him staring at you, he bit his lip and hastily turned aside to look at his book. He heard you let out a quiet sigh. When he moved his head to look at you, he noticed that you had slightly turned away from him. He could still make out your face, and he could tell you weren't feeling well.

Your eyes have suddenly lost their life, and your lips have curled into a little pout. You seemed to be upset, Was he to blame for it? 

Well, it had to be because before you noticed him staring at you, everything was good. He had a gut instinct that you were no longer content to be the mother of his child. He had a gut instinct that there was something more aggravating your general sense of dissatisfaction. He might be moving around with the same burden on his shoulders if he correctly predicted and if the emotion is what he believes it to be.

He is aware of his intelligence. He does, of course. But can he fulfil your true desires? He was dying because he didn't know. He too sighed and continued to read his book.

You've been waiting for a while and are starting to feel a little hungry and fatigued. Prior to getting full and going to bed, you needed to take a shower. However, just as you were about to enter the bathroom, Gojo's hand gently wrapped around your wrist. "Stay with me for a time."

You pulled your hand away from his grasp and stated, "I am a little hungry and I need to take my afternoon shower." 

You heard him say, "The afternoon shower can wait. Sandwiches are in the refrigerator. For you, I'll go grab it.”

"I have to..."

He spoke to you again, "Sit with me." He released his hold on your arm and exhaled you loudly before settling down next to him in the chair. You believed you caught a glimpse of him smiling out of the corners of your eyes. “I'll be back.”

You hummed in agreement as you leaned your back against the chair's plush cushions. Your body started to unwind in the chair, and you couldn't stop the quiet gasp that came out of your mouth. This felt wonderful, and you felt good. You lean back, close your eyes, and allow the afternoon breeze to dance across your face.

You might as well nap right now. As you were considering that, Gojo returned to the patio with the sandwiches and a cup of what appears to be vanilla tea. When you opened your eyes, you saw him set the sandwiches and tea on the table next to the chair before returning to his position. 

He said nothing to you; all he did was nod his head in the direction of the food on the table. You sighed and muttered a silent thanks under your breath. You took a bite out of one of the sandwiches. Yummy egg! You thought as you took another bite of the sandwich. Since becoming pregnant, you haven't been a huge lover of eggs; you only ate them when they were fried and kept chilled in the refrigerator. The sandwich was pretty good, which shocked you, or you might just be extremely hungry. In addition, food usually tastes considerably better when you are hungry. 

Gojo observes while you eat another sandwich and then sips the tea he made for you. " Feeling any better now", he inquired as he turned his head away to stare at his garden, which needed some minor tidying up.

“But I still need to shower," you murmured.

“I know and I'll let you get to it,'' he said with a quiet chuckle. “Just that I'd like you to spend some time sitting next to me. We haven't sat like this as a group for a while, right?”

You questioned him, "And who's to blame for that?" He puffed a little but made no comment in return. When you finished eating, you turned your back on him with your eyes closed.

For a while, you two remained motionless. Although the silence wasn't uncomfortable, it wasn't quite comfortable either. In the midst of the silence, there was something thick and heavy that was just ready to lay on your backs. The silence was starting to make you uneasy, but just as you were about to get up and leave, Gojo said something.

“Do I make you unhappy?”

You stopped and turned to face him. You struggled to understand what he had just asked as your brow went up in bewilderment. His lips were folded in between his teeth as he asked again, "Do I make you unhappy?" before gently pulling them out to meet yours as his head slowly rotated.

You said, "I don't understand your question," and he laughed.

He questioned you, "Is that true? Okay, do I make you happy now?”

You screamed in complete confusion, "What?" You weren't completely perplexed, but you could not understand why he had suddenly started asking so many questions. “Why are you asking me this?”

He tosses his head back and lets out a deep sigh as he softly tugs at his hair with a long, pale finger. Before starting to talk, he covered his eyes with his other hand. "You no longer smile at me,"

“Huh?”

"You don't look at me as much as you used to, and if I look at you, you simply turn your head away. You no longer refer to me by either of my names. Do you really find it painful to mention Satoru or even Gojo?” A large lump in your throat was swallowed. "Do you despise me?"

You answered gently in a question and walked away from him. "And what if I do?"

"If that's the case, I'd be hurt. Knowing that my very own best friend, who is also the mother of my child, suddenly despises me would be a pain in the ass.

"You say best friend? Whose fault would that be if your own best friend started to hate you all of a sudden?

He questioned you, "Are you saying that it is mine? He stood up from his chair, yanked his hand away from his face, and tugged until I was laying my hand against yours. Are you claiming that I'm the cause of your current animosity toward me? Are you implying that I'm the cause of our growing estrangement?"

"If it's not your fault, whose is it then?"  At him, you yelled. He sat back down in the chair and reached out to grab your hand, clasping it with his.

He didn't respond to your question with anything; instead, he posed another. "During the last few months of your pregnancy, we have become more distant. We no longer share a bed or a couch to read a book together. Why have we become so estranged from one another?”

You inquired, "Why, you ask? ", and he shook his head. He already knew the answers to his inquiries; all he needed was to hear you state them aloud. The hand that was not in his hand grew into a small fist as he watched as your cheeks inflated and your eyes started to bleed with rage. Before you could even control yourself, you hit straight into his shoulder blade before shouting. You big dumbass are to blame, I say.

When you hit him once more, he snarled. When you attempted to strike him again, he seized your fist and wrapped his finger around it.

"Everything that is taking place between us is because of you. You were the one who retreated from me. It was you who stop having sex with you. You are the one who cut off communication with me." Tears started to form in your eyes. "This breach in our relationship was caused by you. I struggle so much to be joyful because of you. I don't like being your child's mother, and you are the cause of it."

He kept quiet because he was already aware of everything. He had anticipated this for a very long time. He wiped away your tears with his palm while listening to what you had to say.  

"Since I started my pregnancy's second trimester, I've been incredibly lonely. You haven't helped me in the least bit.” You didn't back away when he put his hands on your lap, grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger. "It's irritating to think that we decided to do this together and then three months after you simply withdrew from me. I no longer desire this. I don't want to feel this way any longer... Just wish…” 

He softly called your name, "Y/N." When you paused to listen to what he may have to say, his lips started pushing against yours. The sensation of his lips on yours completely and utterly shocked you. You felt his finger start to lightly caress your chin as he withdrew before hearing him say something.

He laid his forehead against yours and grinned quietly, "I'm an asshole aren't I, for stressing you out like this." He paused for a brief period before starting up again. "Y/N, I was terrified. I started to keep my distance from you because I was so afraid. I was so terrified that I didn't sleep or chat to you. Before continuing, he took a deep breath. "I was afraid because I was falling in love with you." 

“What?” 

"Remember the promise we made when we had our first sexual experience. We made a pact not to fall in love romantically, correct?"  He hummed, and you hummed back because you did recall the promise you two had made. You made a commitment you knew you couldn't make, and you kept it a secret from him.

"I made a promise to you that I couldn't fulfil, and I got worried when I realised I was falling in love with you, and I grew even more scared when it seemed like you had fallen for me too.”

You attempted to call him by name, "Sa," but your throat became raspy.

"I was forced to keep my distance from you. I didn't know how to express my feelings for you or even how to react to them. I don't like scary things, and it's scary Y/N. However, the split I've caused is only harming us, and if I don't do something about it, I might lose you.” When you called his name again, nothing happened. "I don't like scary things, and losing you is scarier than the idea of falling in love."

You gave up attempting to speak to him and instead used one hand to brush his shoulders and the other to comb through his fluffy white hair.

"I am such a coward and a fool for leaving and worrying you in this way. But now this coward is pleading with you to overlook his bumbling and cowardly errors. Can you accomplish that? Will you be able to overlook this fool's error?”

  As he continued to delicately touch your cheek, you sighed quietly.

“Satoru…” You muttered. "You've truly hurt me," and he hummed back. “I'm unsure of my desire to, therefore I don’t think…”

He pulled his forehead away from yours and placed it against your shoulder. "Tell me I'm an asshole, swear at me to your heart's content, but please don't finish that sentence, I beg you."

You gave what he said some thinking, and you wondered if perhaps he was correct. Perhaps cursing him instead of holding it against him would be more practical. Given where you are in your pregnancy, that wouldn't help you much. 

You sighed heavily. “You’re an asshole.”

“I know,” he responded. 

“You’re an insensitive jerk,” you said to him and he chuckled as he removed his head from your shoulder. 

“What else?” he asked. 

He watched as your cheeks puffed as you stared at him with your big dreamy eyes. “You’re a piece of shit.”

“Yeah, I know that too, what else?” he asked as he cradled your cheek with one of his big hands. 

“You’re a dumbass,” you said and he smiled at you. “You’re my big dumbass.”

“And you’re my sweet baby’s mother and my best friend. I’m sorry,” he apologised as he brought his face closer to yours. “I want us to start over. I want us to be more than just best friends with a baby on the way.”

Is he being genuine? You might imagine the time when he would inquire of you. And that time has finally arrived. 

“I want the same thing too,” you whispered. 

He grinned. He said, "I'm delighted," and then put his lips on yours. Simply long enough for him to breathe in your breath, feel the warmth of your skin, and taste the vanilla tea long after you pulled away, his lips caressed yours in a soft, delicate manner akin to butterfly wings.

You both held your breath and looked into one other's eyes. Although neither of you understood what the other was contemplating, it was clear that you had the same goals.

“Satoru?” you whispered. 

“I know,” he said as he pressed his lips against yours. He thrust his wet tongue past your lips and he began to explore your mouth. He let out a breathy moan as his hand moved to the back of your head. He pulled you even closer just so that he could savour the taste of your sweet lips.

You didn’t know how long you were kissing him for, but it wasn't long before you found yourselves inside the bedroom slowly stripping each other from your clothes and underwear. He carefully backed you up until you fell onto the plush mattress and he wasted no time to kiss your lips once more. 

It wasn’t long before he pulled his lips away from your lips and buried his head between your thighs while rubbing your swollen tummy with one hand. His lips were working miracles on your dripping pussy. You could feel his mouth sucking on your swollen clit, then he swiftly changed to licking long stripes between your folds. 

Your back arched deliciously from the plush mattress, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to keep your legs from clamping around his head. Gojo eyes glinted with excitement when he heard those sweet little moans of yours spilling from your lips as he swiftly moved his tongue between your fold, lapping up your sweet delicious juices and then he switched back to sucking on your clit. 

You heard him groan on your pussy which sent a thrilling, yet intensifying vibration to your core which made your toes curl into the sheets and your hands desperately tried to pull his hand away from your tummy. 

“Mhmm,” he groaned yet again while he fiddled with your clit with his tongue. His lips went back to work between your folds, while his free hand went to work on your clit. He had three fingers rubbing your soft naked flesh before his index finger went to rub slow tantalising circles on your clit. 

You moaned his name, your finger now reaching down to pull at his hair to keep him pressed up against your pussy. Your hips began to unconsciously rut against his mouth in a meek attempt to chase your orgasm that was fast approaching. You began to heave heavily, your toes were now buried into the sheets. Specks of white light began to dot your vision, your mind now going numb with pleasure.  

You felt as if your mind was floating around in the seas of euphoria, your body felt as if you're on cloud nine. You were going dumb with overwelming pleasure as this man that was greedyily lapping up your pussy from between your legs brought you closer to your orgasm. 

“Sa-toru, Sa-toru.” you chant his name in broken syllables when you feel a burning sensation in your tummy. Your back began to arch violently from the bed, your breathing became uneven as you felt your orgasm coming closer and closer. Your thighs tremble, threatening to close down on his head. 

“Mhm  hmm,” he moaned yet again as he continued to abuse your swollen clit with his fingers while his mouth moved in a sweet and erotic rhythm. 

“Ah - Ah Sat-oru, I’m cumming, I’m cu…” you screamed when your orgasm came crashing down on you like a huge wave. Your legs started to spasm as you came inside his mouth and the white hair man started to chuckle when he tasted your sweet cum in his mouth.  

Gojo hummed happily after finally pulling away from your cunt and kissed his way up to your tummy, then your breast and lastly your lips. “You liked that?” 

“I do,” you answered. 

“Do you want more?” he asked as he continued to kiss your lips. 

“Yes, please,” you replied. 

“Ok, baby mama,” he whispered in a soft voice and craned down towards your breast, capturing your nipple in his mouth. He stroked the pebbled bud with his tongue while rolling your nipple, which caused you to arch your back once again and release more of those effortless, sweet little moans.

This time, Gojo took your other breast and sucked hard enough to cause your toes to curl into the hollow of his warm mouth. Your body was warm. You whimpered while closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling. Your fingernail managed to pierce his shoulder pads, leaving a mark in his skin. He drew away from your breast and kissed the column of your neck, asking, "You okay, mama?"

“Mhm,” you hummed back at him. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against your clit while circling the tight bud, and you instantly gasped. He put his wet lips close to yours and pulled you into a slow, sensuous kiss. He bit softly on your lip as you gasped once more. His other hand gradually encircled your back to gently raise you off the bed. 

“Let me put a few pillows below your back to take some of the pressure off you,” he whispered against your lips. 

“Ok,” you whispered before slowly pulling away from his lips. He pulled away from you to gather a few pillows for you to use when he starts to have sex with you. He made sure that you had a few pillows below your head and one under your hips. 

Once he was through, he carefully laid you down on the bed once more and then he asked, “Are you comfortable?” 

“Very,” you whispered as you slowly spread your legs for me. 

He grinned as he took hold of his cock and started to stroke it. Before massaging it all over, he spat on his cock, after which he lined it up with your entrance. He put a hand beside your head, trying to make sure his body wasn't crushing against your stomach. You felt him pressed the tip of his cock between your slick folds while he looked at you. 

“Ready?” 

“Yes Satoru,” you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. 

He pushed inside you with a long slow thrust, it made you sighed softly against his lips. His hips pressed into between your legs and you gasped into the fullness of your trembling cunt. Your dripping arousal made it easier for him to thrust slowly into you, landing against your sweet spot each. His warm soft hands slip along the sides, and settle on your hips, rubbing your skin softly as he stretches you to the brink. 

You trembled and whimpered against his lips and chokes on your moans, you fist his hair between your fingers. Gojo sighed against your lips and pushed inside of you deeper but still moving slowly to prevent himself from hurting you too much. 

“Feel good mama?” he whispered and nipped at the bottom of your swollen lips. 

“Yes! So good please don’t stop, it feels so good,” you moaned and gripped his hair tighter. You felt him smirk against your lips. He’s loving every second he has inside of you.

“How can I say no to the mother of my child?” Gojo sat up on his knees and rested one hand on your tummy, and the comparison between how gentle and slow he is, simultaneously made you clench around his fat cock that was thrusting deeply inside you. 

As you groan into your burning arousal, goosebumps start to cover your flawless skin and the hairs on your arms start to spring up.Gojo’s right there, his warm hand rubbing every inch of tummy while he slowly pounds into your pussy and roll his hips in tight circles, making his cock hit all the sensitive spot inside your aching pussy.

You felt so small and protected beneath him. You pant and cling onto his forearms, his strong muscular hands that are going to cradle and carry your newborn, but right now they are rubbing your tummy and holding your hips while the gentle thrusting of his hips made your pussy even wetter than it already was. 

“Ugh! Toru,” you whispered as you reached for his hand that was on your tummy. 

He interlaced your fingers with his while humming, "Hm?" He muttered and rolled his eyes back in his head when he felt your creaming pussy squeezing around his cock. “You're getting close, mama, aren't you?” He questioned as he moved from your hip and began to rub slow circles around your clit, pulling back your hood and teasing it with his index finger while his middle finger rubbed nerve endings, making you burn and buck at him.

“Toru, I’m close,” you sobbed and squeezed his fingers with yours, you lifted and rocked your hips as his hips moved a bit faster.

“Let it go mama. Let it all go,” he grunt through his gasp for breath, aroused and working inside you with those sweet gentle thrusts. 

As you got closer and closer, you began sobbing from the intensity of it all, a pregnancy-related side effect. You feel ashamed of how frequently you cry, but Gojo only holds you closer and gives you a deeper fuck.

“I love you, Y/N," he heaved loudly. You started crying even more when you heard those words from his mouth. His hips were swirling, which caused your panting to become more frenzied and desperate. “I love you so fucking much.”

You began to buck into his fingers, panting, gasping and threatening to come undone against beneath him. You turnt your face to rest your cheek on the mattress but the soft tone in his voice stopped you from doing so. “No, look at. I want you to look at me when you cum.”

Your entire body arched from the bed, and your lower regions tightened while the slick sound of your arousal clinging to his cock filled the room. Your orgasm was sudden like a tidal wave, it hit you so hard you felt yourself explode and sob while your thigh trembled and your muscles spasmed. 

Gojo hovered above you and pushed quickly into your deepest parts, saying, "That's it mama." His hand lifted both of your hands away from your stomach and placed them at the side of your head as he slowly and sweetly kissed you.

You experienced shivering throughout every part of your body as the throbbing shockwaves passed through you. The father of your child was lying above you, pushing slowly despite being out of breath, as you lay there looking like a mess.

“You ok?” he asked as he slowly pulled away from your lips. 

“Yeah,” you answered and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for another kiss.

“Is it ok if I keep going?” he asked while thrusting his tongue past your lips. “Daddy needs to cum too.”

“Yes, keep going please,” you moaned against his lips. Without breaking from the kiss, Gojo somehow managed to flip you both over and now you were straddling his waist with cock still buried deeply inside your pussy. “Fuck, Satoru. Are you trying to get me pregnant again?”

He chuckled as he rested one hand on your tummy and the other was holding onto your hip. “Maybe, but after you give birth to this little one first.”

“You’re stupid.” You smiled as you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he groaned and watched as you slowly began to bounce on his cock.

And what a sight it was to see.

@getosbigballsack 2022

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𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 (𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑) 𝐗 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I NEED TO EDIT AS THIS IS UNEDITED 💗

Warnings: angst, smut,stomach bulge,choking,praise, p in v, inner release,oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (please use contraceptives)

Summary: Jake finds you alone inside an abandoned aircraft after you have been thinking badly of yourself, so he helps u feel better w some good old fashioned fuckin 😻🤞🏻

❤︎︎ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 | 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 | 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ❤︎︎

You had slipped off from the lab, it had been a long day and you needed some time to relax. Your head was pounding “fuck” a tear rolled down your cheek, your thoughts were running a million miles an hour.

You had found an abandoned army plane from the war last week and had been using it as a hangout spot, you and Jake usually chill out up there when you want to mess around but sometimes you just use it as a spot to be alone.

You decided that this would be the best place to go since you didn’t want to be back in your room, the labs were just to close.

Laying still on the floor of the aircraft, tears flowing, when all of a sudden you heard a loud crash outside “Y/N are you in there” you recognised the voice, sitting up wiping your face as jake entered the ship “yeah sorry hi” you say with puffy eyes. He walked over to you, his body towering over you, he stretched his large hand out to you helping to pull you up.

Once standing, he bent down so he was face to face with you only so you didn’t have to strain your neck trying to look up at him. He cupped your face with his hand staring into you “are you okay” he asked concerned, you turned your head away from him groaning a little. “What was that?” He said sternly as he rose above you again belittling you, “I’m sorry I’m just not in the best mood right now, today was hard” you say tilting your head to the floor. “Now why’s that, did something happen in the lab today?” Jake said placing his hands on your shoulders in an almost protective way “no I just haven’t been feeling great about my body, It’s been affecting the way I’ve been doing my work”

Jakes tail whipped at what you had said as he slipped his hands under your arms lifting you onto the old machinery bench behind you so you were sat facing him, “let me make you feel better about yourself?” He said smirking slightly, you let out a small giggle nodding as he placing his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in as your lips collided. As you both fought for dominance over the kiss, Jake gave your lower lip a small lick with you allowing entry he plunged his tongue into your gob, messy gasps surrounding you both as your mouths danced in unison. As he slowly pulled away both your lips agape with a thin line of shining saliva holding you both together.

Jake gave you a smile “can you take these off for me?” He said tugging at your clothes, only a small nod was given in response but that was all Jake needed. He grabbed the bottom of your shit lifting it over your head and then allowed you to unbuckle your bra.

He stepped back for a second before smiling and then came forward leaning over before kissing your neck, as you moved your head up his head moved down, kissing a trail down from your neck to your nipple. He placed his right hand on your back wrapping around to your side before taking your tit in his mouth, your head rolled back in bliss. There was a POP when he let go of your tit

Jake pecked your cheek before he implanted his hands to your knees parting them immediately. You gasped feeling the cool evening air hitting your wet core, “I can’t believe you don’t feel like a god with a body like this” he says kneeling between your thighs, you look down at him smiling with a red tint glowing on your cheeks. He gave a small peck to your inner thigh causing you to shiver, he licks a fat stripe up your slit, his tongue covered the entire space between your thighs. Using his fingers to spread you open, he began to slowly suck on your clit allowing his teeth to brush against it lightly, you threw your head back in pleasure lightly moaning at the way jake is making you feel.

“I-I’m close jake” you moan out in a breathy manner, as he heard this his finger came down to take over from his tounge circling your clit in a fast paced motion, he moved his mouth slightly downwards to your hole, and began to tongue fuck you. The feeling became overwhelming, “Fuck I’m gonna cum!” You screamed out, “go ahead babygirl” you felt the knot in your stomach unwind as you squirt onto his face and neck while flickering into an orgasm, your body spasming in pleasure.

“You did so good” Jake lifted himself up and placed his lips on yours allowing you to taste yourself, the kiss didn’t last long, just enough for you to feel yourself re-energise for the second half.

As your lips parted he placed his left hand on your chest pushing you down against the bench top so you were only leaning on your elbows, all while using his right hand to untie the cloth covering his member. You gawked at the size of him, he had to be at least thirteen inches, you started to think about whether you would be able to handle it.

“Are you sure your still up for this” he said tilting his head to the side endearingly, “I’ll be fine, just take your time with me please, I’ve never been with someone this big before” you say still in awe of his manhood. He convulsed at your remark, finding it adorable that you were stunned at his size.

He dragged his tip over your clit causing you to squirm impatiently, he pet your head assuring you that you were going to be okay. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed inwards causing you to whimper, he continued deeper until his tip was engorged.

“Just go all the way in I can’t wait any longer” you said annoyed at how long it was going to take, “are you sure?” Jake tilted his head furrowing his eyebrows “yes even if I seem like I’m in pain just keep going I’ll get used to it” you looked into his eyes with a nervous smile but it was enough to get Jake started again.

You hissed at the pain as he pushed half of his length into you, he stopped briefly noticing you scrunching your face, but once your faces softened you nodded up at him and he may have got a bit too exited because without missing a beat he ploughed into you causing you to scream.

He stay in that position for a moment while you caught your breath, you placed your hands on your abdomen and sure enough there he was, bulging out of you, you looked down in awe feeling him from the outside of your stomach tissue. “Do u want me to move now or do you want me to stay out for a while” jake questioned you, you had to think for a minute before laying into your back “you can move”.

Slowly but surely he pulled his member almost all of the out before slamming back into you, causing a loud pornstar like moan to erupt from you, “fuck I don’t care anymore just do whatever you want, go as fast as you want, be as rough with me as you want I don’t care as long as I get to feel that again” you say desperately.

Without missing a beat jake grabbed your feet in one of his hands pulling them together above you as he pounded back into you groaning aggressively causing you to moan again. Feeling him pushing in and out over and over hitting places you didn’t even know could be reached.

You arched your back in bliss, angelic noises surrounding the both of you, jake took one of his hands and snaked it around the front of your throat squeezing slightly, your eyes rolled back into your skull your body filling to the brim with pleasure.

Jakes pace began to rise, fucking you with all he had. the grip he had around your throat began to loosen as you felt that knot in your stomach twist itself back up again, “fuck keep going” you said sloppily, he groaned tilting his ,head back just to bring it back down to look directly into your eyes.

The whole aircraft felt hot, “I’m close” jake said said quickening his rhythm, the knot in your stomach about to burst for the second time, “so am I”. As jake fucked into you harder and faster than before you felt yourself unwind, moaning in a shaky mess, “fuck, can I cum in you babygirl?” You nodded still shaking from your orgasm, Jake pounded into you one last time before groaning as he released himself inside you, filling you up.

“You did so good baby” Jake said bringing his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek before giving a soft kiss to your forehead. “Are you okay if I pull out now?” He asked, you let out a small sigh before nodding. You whimpered as Jake withdrew himself from you, a tear escaping your eye from the feeling of being empty again.

As he wiped the tear from your cheek Jake leant down kissing where your tear had fallen, “let’s go get you cleaned up” he said standing up again, “mhmm” you slid yourself forward and off the bench before you and him both dressed each other exchanging small glances.

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 😭💞

[dino-fart]

Hey goddess it's me again you follower 😳👀🇬🇹😍. Here for another Aqua papí request. This time a Namor x Talokan reader! Because ya know represent 🇬🇹😍.

Attuma has been flirting with (Y/n). Who Namor is in has his eyes on. To show his dominance and of course, him being jealous he lowkey fucks the reader on his throne 👀 some smut low key?

😍❤ Thanks love.

@clea-strange-is-the-way​

OHHOHOHOHOHOHOHO

You rejected Attuma’s advances many times, you admired him but more like a valiant warrior than anything else. You were now summoned by the great Ku'ku'lkán. You swam to the throne room, you made sure to wear the beautiful outfit the great king gifted you. You hair was done in a long braid and floated around you when you swam in place. The great king looked up to see you and gestured you to come to him. You swam over to him and now floated right in front of him. 

“Le atuendo ku yilik jats'uts ti' teech. (The outfit looks beautiful on you.)” He said, his eyes looking over your beautiful body. The way the sun’s ray shined on you and showed off your blue skinned made him entranced by you. He had to have you...Now.

“Nib óolal, mi Ajaw. (Thank you my king).” You smiled at him. 

He reached over to grab your hand and pulled you onto his lap in a swift movement. You gasped and looked at him. “Wáaj teech mía, mi amado? (Are you mine, my beloved?)” He whispered against your ear. 

“Je'el...(Yes...)” You let out a soft moan. He positioned you to straddle his hips and roamed his hands over your body. He tugged at your outfit and you looked at him in shock. “M-mi ajawo'! Ba'ax ti' le sala ti' le trono. Wáaj máax ma' táan u taal in wil k. (M-My king! In the throne room? Won't someone come in and see us?)” 

“P'at le. Túun verán máax perteneces. (Let them. Then they will see who you belong to.)” Namor captured your lips in a passionate kiss. You moaned softly and kissed him back, resting your hands on his shoulders. Namor kissed you harder and pressed his body against you. You could feel his hard erection against your folds. He pulled back from you and gently moved his hand to undo the tie of your braid. “Suelta a tso'otsel a pool, taak in wilik tuláakal a ki'ichpanil. (Let your hair loose, I want to see all your beauty.)” Namor commanded you softly. 

You leaned back and loosened your braid. Your hair now open and floated behind your head. That earned a smile from the king and he began to kiss along your neck slowly. You dig your fingers in his hair when he nipped your neck. You gently grinded against him and he stood up. 

He held you close and continued kissing you while he removed his shorts and your skirt. He sat back down on his throne with you on his lap. You pulled back to look down at his big cock and bit your lip. “Uts a wilik wáaj? (Like what you see?)” He smirked and you nodded. He leaned forward to kiss between your breasts and removed your bra. 

He tossed it aside and his lips attached to your nipple while his hand massaged your other breast. You threw your head back and moaned softly at his touch. He moved his hand from your breast to his cock and pumped it a few times before guided it to your pussy. You lifted your hips and sank down on his cock. The two of you moaned and he began to guide your hips. 

You rode his cock and rested your hands on his shoulders tightly. Namor kissed you passionately and cupped your cheek while he did so. Your movements weren’t enough for him, so he gripped your left hip with his free hand and thrusted up into you. You let out a cry against his lips and he slipped his tongue into your mouth. His tongue easily dominated yours as you were a melting mess from his thrusts. 

Namor moved his hand from your cheek and now gripped your hips roughly. He began to thrusts into your faster. Your nails raked down his back as his cock pounded into you. “Táan in naats'il! (I’m close!)” You gasped loudly. Namor nipped and kissed along your breasts as his pace increased. You gripped harder when he did and soon came onto his cock. 

Namor then flipped around and sat you on the throne. He wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped your hips. From his standing position, he began to thrust his hips faster into you, chasing his orgasm. He came inside of you and let out a loud groan. He relaxed his grip on your hips and panted. “Ma'alobech? (Are you okay?)” He panted and scooped you in his arms. He sat on the throne and sat you down on his lap sideways, your feet propped up on the arm of the throne. 

“Je'el, mi Ajaw. (Yes, my king)” You nodded and leaned over to kiss his cheek. 

Namor smiled softly at you and held you close. “In yaakunech mi futura reina (I love you my future queen)” He brushed your hair back and kissed your lips tenderly. 

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Clingy - Matt Murdock x reader

Story asked by anon:

Hey, I know it's kinda cliche but could you please write frank(or matt, or poly fratt)/f!reader getting into huge argument, reader is called clingy etc, so she stops giving any kind of attention to frank/matt, with happy ending 🥺❤

Hope you enjoy :)

A/N: There's a little easter egg in this story, marked with (*). I wonder if you will come up with the source of this reference :D

- Hi, Mattie – I opened the door to his apartment and immediately went t hug my boyfriend. Regardless of the fact that he was a bit distant of late I still kept my affectionate attitude towards him. Matt could be … harsh, especially after his night shift, but deep inside I always knew he appreciated my love language. – How was work today? – I embraced him from behind breathing in his signature smell

- Hello, honey – no difference this time as he leaned into my touch, all his body slowly relaxing as my hands move towards his shoulders – same old, same old, you?

-Stressful, not gonna lie about that. But I’m home now with you, so maybe we could have a nice, peaceful evening together?

-I don’t know about the evening – he hedged and turned to face me – but how about I make you dinner instead? We can talk and then….. – I already knew what he was going to say

-  Mattie, please…. You can take one night off. I know you think this whole damn city needs you, but I do to. I need you tonight. Please – I cupped his cheek – please, stay. Don’t make a girl beg. – I smiled sadly.

-As much as I love to hear you beg for me….

- Stop teasing, Murdock. Please, please say yes. – now I grabbed his hand and interlaced our finger to remind him how well they fit together. How comforting and satisfying it will be for him to be with me instead of running the street getting beaten up. – Please? – I pouted and made puppy eyes. He may not have seen them but surely he knew how I was playing.

- Damn it, honey, you can be so convincing at times.  

- Believe me, I’m only getting started.

***

So he stayed with me. We haven’t really had an evening together for weeks now and I was truly going crazy because of the time apart. Sadly, he did not seem to care or at least care in the same way I did. I mean, I knew well enough that his love language was more acts of service which he was showing as Daredevil, but I needed touch. That was the way I was showing affection. Hence after having dinner I just made him lay down with me and embraced him tightly. The light in Hell’s kitchen was slowly dying, most of the people were safe in the houses, the movement and haze slowly coming to halt. That was the moment to bring another part of my plan into life. Gradually, almost inconspicuously I slided my left hand up, moving towards his hair, massaging his scalp, earning  a small groan from him.

- Mattie – I muttered against his chest, fingers of my left hand tracing shapes there – I meant what I said… I need you.

- Do you now? – he shifted his position, grabbing my waist and facing me.

- Not just now. Always.

-I like the sound of that, darling – painfully slowly he climbed up on top of me and pressed his lips on mine with hunger and passion.

I could not hold back a moan. God, how I missed this. His touch, his undivided attention towards me. I didn't even realize how neglected I truly felt for the last couple days. Our kiss was becoming more passionate, Matt slowly moved his mouth to my neck, collarbone and breast.

- You’re breathing has fastened, darling. What is the cause of that? –he smirked, his hot breath on my skin.

- I don’t know – I gasped as his hands moved under my shirt, caressing my ribs and skin just below the bra -  it's not like there’s anyone or anything to turn me on.

- Isn’t it? – he resumed his little kisses and bites, which were definitely going to leave a mark the next today – maybe this no one should try harder than? What do you think, sweetie?

-It’s always worth a shot. But I would suggest picking up the pace – I buried my hands in his messy hair  as Matt started kissing my stomach.

-You are so impatient…..

- Can you blame me? You are the one who left me ….. – suddenly he raised his head, tilting it slightly towards the window as if he heard something. I was less than happy about it and was not going to hide my annoyance – why did you stop? – I whined – come back to me – I reached my hands towards him in best effort to make him resume, but he shook them like an irritating fly.

-Could you not? I’m trying to …. – he hissed

- Matt. Don’t. You promised me.  No Daredevil stuff tonight, remember? I….

- Oh for god’s sake! Someone is in serious danger, why can’t you understand that. Do you really want me to leave someone in need? Is that what you want? If someone ends up dead because you kept me here, would you be able to deal with that?

-I don’t want to ….

- Shit! Why are you so clingy and selfish?! – he jumped up from the bed leaving me both unsatisfied and frozen by the words.

-Clingy? – I repeated - Selfish? - anger was rising inside of me– is that what you really think? That I ask my boyfriend of too much? God! Matt! I just wanted you to be with me. Like really be with me. With both your body and mind, but you always seem to be elsewhere!  

- You don’t understand it. No one does.

- You know what, you are right. I don’t. All this time I was here, dealing with what you doing by night, never saying a single word of complain – I started gathering my things and fixing my clothes. – Tending to your wounds, hugging you when you needed,  giving you comfort…

-Well, I’m not like you! I’m not going to just sit and do nothing while there are bad people there. If you don’t understand it by now, then maybe we should not be together.

Oh, how painful words can be. Like a knife straight to the heart. I opened my mouth, unable to process what he just said to me. Was he breaking up with me? I really thought we were having a moment but apparently it passed. For good. A single tear rolled down my cheek but I quickly wiped it off. Matt has this signature look on his face, when he knew I started crying but said nothing. His whole body and gazeless eyes full of regret when he took a step forward, but I instantly backed off.

- Goodbye, Murdock – I managed to say before sprinting out the door, shutting them behind me. As soon as I was out of his reach I leaned over the entry from without, falling to the ground, sobbing from all the harshness coming from my boyfriend. Or maybe ­ex-boyfriend, since I had no idea where this mess left us.

He knew. He perfectly knew I was crying my heart out on his doorstep and yet he did nothing about it. He went to help some poor soul of hell’s kitchen. I was barely capable of moving and it was already dark outside so with shaking hands I retrieved my phone from the bag and called the only person I could trust with everything that happened, Matt’s superhero alter-ego included.

-Foggy – I sobbed – I need your help. Can you please pick me up from Matt’s?

***

- What happened? – Franklin Nelson aka Foggy, Matt’s and my best friend run the stairs losing his breath somewhere in the middle. Between the call I made and his arrival I managed to calm myself down and was now just staring into the wall, numbness overwhelming my whole body. - Hey, hotshot, what’s the emergency?

- I think Matt and I just broke up.

-Wait, what? No way. I don’t believe that. What exactly went on? Is there any chance you are overreacting? – he crouched next to me, patting my knee in attempted reassurance.

- I never overreact, you know that. I am not like those girls who make a mountain out of a molehill.

-I know – he sighed – but hey I’m trying my best here.

- I know – I sighed gathering myself – sorry, Foggy. That came out way harsher than intended.

- No offence taken. Now, talk to me – he looked me straight into the eyes – What went down?

- He left me.

- What? – Foggy frowned in confusion.

- We were … you know – I waved my hand trying to make it as little awkward as possible  - having a moment and then he just heard some voices or maybe screaming, don’t know, don’t care, and went to do his devil shit.

- Oh, oh, that is bad. A girl should never be left undone.

- Foggy! – I gasped scolding him and hiding my face in hands.

- What?  - he shrugged – it’s universal truth. Now, I believe Matt is in dire need of a good lawyer.

- And why is that?

- Because if you ever decide to press charges for jeopardizing your integrity and destroying a relationship I will be your legal representation - he smiled proudly and I couldn't hold back the tiniest of smiles - As we all know, I am a hell of a good lawyer, so Murdock won’t ever realise what hit him.

- What would I do without you and your infallible sense of humour? – I let out a little laugh

- You would be rooting on the floor outside Matt’s apartment – now, get up before you get sick from the coldness. Let’s get you home. Or maybe you want to stay at my place?

It took me a minute to convince him that I’ll be fine to spend the night at my own. However, since I was dealing with a lawyer, he made me promise I will walk to work with him the next day. It was going to be awkward, since it was Thursday and on Thursdays and Fridays I was always helping Nelson&Murdock in their administration work and papers. Seemed like a long way to weekend.

***

It wasn’t as awkward as I imagined.

It was way worse.

For the entire day Matt was just successfully ignoring me, talking to clients, Karen and Foggy and one time even to the neighbour from across the floor, everyone but me.

So I had no choice but to requite like for like. If there was anything, anything that required Matt’s decision or attention I spoke to him through the other member of the law firm. Foggy was familiar with the situation and he was dealing with it, but Karen was far more impatient and irritated by being used as a messenger between Matt and me.

-Ok, that is enough! – she finally snapped confronting us – what the hell is going on between you two?

- Nothing – Matt spoke first – everything is going on well, isn’t it, honeybee?

- Right – I confirmed crossing arms over chest – perfectly. Just, you know, normal relationship hitting rock bottom due to some particular circumstances.

- Oh my god, did you guys have a fight?

- No – we said in unison.

- We had a um...., a talk  - Matthew explained turning his head away – nothing to worry about. Now, I got to get back to work.

- Yeah, nothing to stress over. I have work to do too. After all, someone I used to know is a workaholic on two utterly different fields so perhaps I should follow the lead – I walked the opposite direction of the room while Matt locked himself in his office.

- Guys … - Karen throw her hands up making greatest, yet completely futile effort to make us come to terms with each other. I wasn’t sure if there were any pieces left to pick.

- It’s fine, Karen, really, don’t worry about it. And by the way I will probably be taking a day off tomorrow, so …

- I almost forgot – Matt emerged from his office – I have some things to take care out of the office tomorrow so you will be on your own. No worries – he looked towards my direction, once again this sad, almost apologising look on his face. 

That bastard heard my every word and outhustled me! I should be mad because of the games he was playing so why was it that I had a feeling he was trying to make it better?

***

Friday passed without any troubles. With Matt out of the office the atmosphere became lighter as after work me, Karen and Foggy went out to Josie’s for a drink. It was their suggestions that now I was probably fresh out-of-relationship (because Karen was smart enough to wrap her head around the situation) I should clear my head and maybe flirt with someone else. I passed hard on the latter and gladly accepted the former. Broken heart needed time to heal. I couldn’t just jump straight forward into a fling. However, even if that was my opinion on the matter, some dudes at the bar had minds of their own.

-I’m going to grab us drinks – I offered standing up from the table and heading towards the bar while Karen and Foggy were playing (Karen) and trying to play (Foggy) billiard.

-Hey, doll – one of the man sitting by the counter – how about I buy you one? Such a pretty face should not be here all by herself – he moved closer. Too close for comfort and I instinctively moved back.

-I’m not alone. I’m with my friends, over there – I glanced towards my companions.

- They see rather busy with each other – the second man came from my other side, so now I was squeezed between them, my heart race fastening significantly – how about we take care of you, pretty one? – he laid a hand on my tight putting some unpleasant pressure on it.

-I can take care of myself – I assured .

-Sure you can, doll. But a man’s attention is always worth it, trust me, you won’t regret hanging out with us.  – ok, now they were definitely too close and sure as hell way to touchy, Foggy has now realized what was going on and was heading my direction but someone else was faster.

- I suggest you leave the girl alone – of course it was Murdock. I wondered why the fate decided to mock me that way.

-And what will you do if we won’t? – the first man eyed Matt up and down – It’s not like you can beat us, blind man.

- You have uneven breathing – Matt spoke calmly not even reffering to the previous sentence – probably some lungs issue. A little pressure in the right place and you will be suffocating. As for you – he directed the other man – that displaced bone in your arm is only waiting to snap it. And trust me, it would be painful. Excruciatingly painful – he put on his signature smirk.

- This man is a freak. Probably a devil himself – if only they knew how close to truth they were. – Let’s get out of here – they rushed through the door.  

- Are you all right? – Matt turned toward me.

- Yes. Thank you, Murdock. – after those couple words we just stood in silence. Matt opened his mouth like he was trying to add something but Foggy chose this moment to finally reach the bar.

-Hey, are we ok here? What was that?

- Nothing – I mumbled – who won the round?

-Karen of course, I am terribly terrible at every sport, this one included.

- Can I join then? – Matt chimed – to even the score.

Foggy hesitated. He was torn and dragged into a fight between his best friends. This must have been hard on him too. Being loyal to both sides of conflict. I decided to be merciful and spare him this dilemma as I nodded my head in agreement.

***

After that little encounter at the bar me and Matt went on radio silence. Weekend passed at the speed of light and in rather lonely atmosphere. Then Monday and Tuesday. I was purposefully trying to avoid any news concerning the devil of hell’s kitchen latest activity but it was hard since he was almost everywhere. I hated myself for that but I was still catching up with Foggy every night to make sure that whatever Matt was doing left him breathing and alive. But that was just it. The rest of the feelings for him…. Well, to be honest, they were still there, but I was hoping time will heal the wound.

Then, something changed on Wednesday. I came back from work with groceries and a bottle of wine ready for a new season of my favourite TV show with a clear plan for the evening and night. Unfortunately it only came to partial fulfilment. I was in the middle of episode three when I heard a knock on my door. At first I got scared. Who on earth could possibly pay me a visit at 10 pm? Should I grab something to protect myself? Like a baseball bat, maybe (*)? Slowly reaching the entrance I peeked through the viewfinder and sighed in a mix of relief and frustration.

-What …. – I began after opening, but I was never mend to finish as a pair of soft, yet a bit swollen lips landed on mine, familiar, calloused hand closing around my waist and pulling me close towards toned and bruised chest. I was taken by surprise and without having a moment to think what I was doing in some crazy reflex I kissed back, my muscle memory making me burry my fingers in Matt’s stoked hair. – What …? – I tried again but he silenced me by putting his index finger on my mouth.

-Shh. Let me speak, please. I am so, so sorry, sweetheart. I called you selfish, but the only egoistic one in this relationship was me. I realised how unfair that was of me. And I missed you.

- You also called me clingy – I reminded.

-Worst mistake of my life. A week without your touch and hugs and your sweetest little kisses. A torture. Way worse than all the pain from my street fights. I was such a fool, darling. Can you forgive me? – Matt put our foreheads together trying to convey to me how sorry he was.

- How can I? – I tried to move away but it only caused him to tighten his grip – How do I know you are not going to do the same thing following week? And then again and again? How do I know we will not be going around in circles all the time? How, Matt? Give me something, anything to hold on to. ­– please, please give me something plausible – I silently begged in my mind.

- I am here, now, right? I’m not leaving you. No daredevil tonight, I swear. Just me and you. Please, you have to believe me. I really do want to make things between us right. Please … - once again, this sad, pleading eyes that always made me melt. How weak was I?

- One chance, Matthew Murdock. One final chance. – my voice broke – Look, I don’t want you to give up something so important to you. That would be selfish. I just need you to promise you’ll be careful. And that you will have some more time for me not as your nurse to tend to your cuts and bruises but also to me as your girlfriend. Is that really too much?

-No – he leaned forward trying to capture my lips once again.

- Promise me – I didn’t let him kiss me. – seriously, Murdock.

- I promise. Cross my heart. Now can I have a kiss?

- No. Since apparently I am too clingy, you're going to have to work to deserve it.

- You are not going to let this go easily, are you?

- Not in a million years. Not get inside – I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the flat – you have so much work to do to earn what you need.

- Why the wait then? – he  pulled me towards him smirking and my heart skipped a beat at all the crazy thoughts and possibilities coming inside my head.  

@pinksirensong

[rubendiasthoughts]

Hi girlies ❤ Hope you like this one 🤭 thank you to the person who requested this ❤ Sending you all lots of love ❤

First time with Ruben (virgin reader):

Ruben's hands were all over you, his tounge dancing against yours, as you were sat in his lap on his couch. These make out sessions were a normal occurence in your relationship, however they were as far as things between you two have ever gone. You and Ruben have been dating for a couple of months, but in the begining of your relationship you opened up to him and admitted you have never been intimate with anyone before. Your boyfriend was the perfect gentleman and assured you he didn't mind and would wait as long as you wanted.

Although in moments like these, when the two of you were far too gone and consumed with passion, he couldn't resist showing you how much he wanted you, either by creeping his hand up your thigh a bit to high or rutting his hips into yours and pressing his erection into you. Niether did he miss the signs that proved you wanted him just as bad. A smirk would always appear on his face as he noticed the way you clenched your thighs together or when he heard the little whimpers leaving your parted lips.

However, he never failed to respect your decision when each time things got hot and heavy between you two, you pulled away from him and told him it would be better if you just cuddled and watched some TV. That's why the moment he felt you pull away from him he was already opening his mouth to tell you it was ok if you wanted to stop, but he didn't manage to get any words out as you spoke up first.

"I think I am ready." you said quietly, looking into his eyes, your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands ran up your thighs.

"For what?" Ruben asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"Want you to fuck me, Ruben" you whispered after a while of silence, your face flushed as you dropped your gaze from his face, feeling a bit hesitant about voicing your thoughts to him. Ruben blinked, surprised by your request. Once he gathered himself, his right hand left your thigh and cupped your cheek, as he caressed it gently, making you look into his eyes.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured" he explained calmly, even though in his head his thoughts were racing, thinking how he is finally going to get to touch you in the way he has been fantasizing about for such a long time.

"I need words baby" he added, as he saw you nod your head in response to his question.

"I am sure Ruben, please" you let out, looking into his brown eyes. He used the hold he had on your cheek to pull you in and connect your lips with his. The kiss was delicate at first, but soon you felt his tounge running against your lower lip and he slid it into your mouth, as soon as it parted to let out a moan.

He lifted you up from his lap with such ease, as if you weighed nothing. The way to his bedroom was a blur, him pressing you to the walls as he licked into your lips and down your neck. Articles of clothing were removed from both you and him, so that when you reached his bedroom you were left only in your underwear and he was already shirtless, showing off his muscular chest.

Once you made it to his bedroom, he laid you on his king sized bed and immediately hovered over you, holding himself up on his elbows rested on the both sides of your head. He leaned down to press another kiss to your already puffy lips. He kissed the corner of your mouth before letting his lips travel down, his tounge running against the skin of your neck, making soft whimpers leave your mouth as you laced your fingers through his hair. He kissed the skin between the valley of your breasts, before taking off your bra and throwing it behind him, so that it landed somewhere on the wooden floor. He quickly attached his mouth to the newly uncovered skin, his tounge circling your hard nipples, causing you to let out a hitched breath.

"You are so beautiful, baby" Ruben told you as his head tilted and he looked up at you. A quiet whimper left your lips at the compliment and he quickly pressed his lips to your skin again, letting them trail down your stomach until he reached the band of your underwear. He hooked his fingers under the thin material of the lacy panties you were wearing and he slid them down your legs. Once they were off, he parted your legs, kisses were placed on the inside of your thighs as he mumbled under his breath about how pretty you were.

"Gonna take care of you baby, don't worry" he assured you as your whines and pleads met his ears. "Have to prepare you first, make sure you can take my cock, sweet girl" Ruben said and you felt his fingers run through your folds, until he found your clit and pressed his thumb to it. He rubbed your sensitive bud as his point finger found your hole and pressed against it. He slowly pushed his finger inside you, looking at your face closely, searching for any sign of discomfort. Instead he was met with a soft moan from your lips, a clear indication you were enjoying his actions. He pumped his digit in and out of you a couple of times before adding another one, making you close your eyes shut from the pleasure that overtook you. His thumb was still rubbing your sensitive clit, your noises getting louder, making Ruben curl his lips in a smirk, his ego inflating as he watched you throw your head back in pleasure that he brought to you.

"Mm... Ruben, you're gonna make me cum" you let out through countless moans.

"Go ahead, pretty girl, cum for me" he coaxed you, taking your hand into his, lacing your fingers together. His words sent you over the edge, you bit down on your lip in an attempt to silence the noises that were escaping your mouth. He pumped his fingers in and out of you a few more times as he felt your walls contract around them. Once he pulled them out, he brought them up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around them and sucking your juices off of them, moaning at the taste. He looked deep into your eyes, as you tried to calm down your racing heart.

"Mm... You taste so good baby, can't wait to get a proper taste" he said leaning down to press a kiss to your stomach. A blush came onto your cheeks at his words, he hovered over you once again to press his lips to yours, before standing up from the bed and pulling his trousers, along with his boxers, down his legs and stepping out of them. A gasp left your lips and your eyes widened as you caught a glimpse of his length. His girth making you wonder how he was going to fit inside of you. He chuckled at your reaction, looking through his bedside table in search for a condom. Once he found one and managed to put it on, he made his way to where you laid on his bed, using his hands to part your legs and he knelt between them. He leaned down, hovering over you and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your skin.

"You ready, baby?" he mumbled into your neck.

"Yes, please Ruben" you whined, your fingers lacing through his hair, pulling on it gently. A gasp left your lips as he took his hard cock in his hand and guided it to your entrance. He pressed the tip of it against your hole.

"Gonna be gentle with you baby, tell me if you want me to stop" he assured you, placing a soft kiss to your cheek. He teased your entrance with the head of his cock, before slowly pushing it in. He looked down at you, focused on your face as your eyebrows furrowed together. Your hand let go of his hair and went down to his back, your nails digging into the skin of it as you tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. A groan left his mouth at the feeling of your thight cunt, as he pushed deeper inside you. Once he bottomed out, he stopped his movements, giving you some time to get used to his length. His lips found yours and he pushed his tounge into your mouth in an attempt to distract you from the pain. After a while, you started to feel more and more pleasure, it started to overcome the slight sting of pain.

"Please, move" you mumbled against Ruben's mouth and he slowly pulled his hips back, dragging his hard length out of you until only his tip was in. He pushed in again, groaning as you wrapped your legs around him, trying to pull him closer to you.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good, so thight for me" his raspy voice sounded in your ear. You cried out at the feeling of his cock stretiching you out, your walls clenching around him at the words directed at you. His thrusts began to get faster, as he gripped on your hip for leverage.

"Taking me so well, baby, such a good girl" his praise hit you straight in your core. His eyes were glued to your face, he watched the way you closed your eyes and bit your lower lip in pleasure, convinced it was the best sight he has ever witnessed. His thrusts were deep, hitting a sweet spot inside of you each time he pushed his cock into you. Your core squeezed around his length as you felt another orgasm approach, making him qroan. Your legs thightened around him, pulling him in even closer. Your head was thrown back, as you felt the pleasure wash over you. Ruben moved his hips a few more times, before he released his semen into the condom, panting heavy breths into the crook of your neck. He gave you only few more thrusts, before pulling out of you completely and collapsing onto the bed next to you. He took you into his arms, his fingers taking out the hair that were sticking to your face, as he pressed his lips to the top of your head.

"You okay, baby?" he asked, eraining a nod from you, you still unable to get out any words. "Did so good for me, sweet girl" he whispered against your hair, holding you close to his sweat covered chest.

[rina-writes]

hello :)) so I was listening to dress (taylor swift) and i couldn't stop thinking about friends to lovers w jack. The lines "pining and desperately waiting // i don't want you like a best friend" and the bridgeeeee omg it will be so perfect😭😭😭 idk if you want to write, I just thought i should share this. Love ur blog sm❤

Thank you for the love ♥  Some of my fave Jack stories on here are friends to lovers.  I kinda wrote it in my fic Reunion, but after listening to Dress on loop, I had to write another version.  Plus, I have been re-watching Jack’s videos from 2018/2019 when he would talk about his high school years so, I’ve been wanting to write a good flashback.  All this to say, I got a little carried away and this is 5k+ words, but at least it’s not 20k this time, right? :D Hope you like it, anon!

Pining in Anticipation

Warnings: Fem!reader, childhoodfriend!reader, light angsty to fluffy, suggestive but no smut, mentions of drug and alcohol use, mutual pinning, long (5k+ words) fic

You bit your lip as you stared at the price tag again, pointing the piece of paper toward the mirror to get a better view. You knew it was a bad idea to try on the dress even though it was out of your price range.  You dismissed the chance that you would even like it on.  After all, every other dress you tried on didn’t fit the way you liked. You just wanted the experience of trying on a dress 3 times the budget you set for yourself in your mind. Just your luck that it would be the perfect look.

You turned in the dress with a bit of difficulty. It was long dragging on the ground. However, it would give you the excuse to wear the heels that you had been saving for a special occasion. With the added height you would be able to have the dress just kiss the floor.  You tried to talk yourself out of other elements of the dress.  Strapless wasn’t usually comfortable, but this fit you like a glove.  You had taken off your bra to get the full effect and nothing showed through despite the cool temperature in the fitting room. The slit was a little high, starting from the top of your thigh to allow for a full leg moment.  You would have to wear pretty small underwear to hide it and walk confidently in order to keep it masqueraded.  But, then you imagined Jack’s face when he saw you walking in.  The breathless, frozen stare you only elicited from him two or three times in your years of friendship.  The one that you strove for more often than you would like to admit.  His blue eyes widened, his lips parted slightly as they curve into a smirk, and his cheeks full from when he smiles a real genuine smile.  

You felt your heart doing backflips.  You took a deep breath and reminded yourself that Jack wasn’t in the room.  You were staring at your reflection in a Bloomingdale’s  fitting room wearing a dress that was way too expensive. You decided to take the dress off.  You couldn’t do this to yourself.  Although you calculated the number of cup noodles and granola bars you could consume as meals in the next month in order to afford this dress, it wasn’t worth it.  Not for just a starry eyed look from Jack.  That was the only thing you were guaranteed, nothing more. You pressed your hand against the ruffled waist, indulging for a moment that it was Jack’s larger pale hand instead.  Oh how he would make you feel small and dainty as he enclosed his arms around you and had his way with you.

You reached back for the zipper.  You struggled, contorting your body in unnatural positions.  This really was a freakum dress. You couldn’t take it off by yourself.  Luckily, you weren’t alone.

“Mom!” You yelled for your mother who was waiting just outside the fitting room.

You could hear her feet shuffling into the area, asking the attendant for permission to enter the space.  She knocked on the door and gasped when she saw you.

“I think I threw out my back.” You half-joked, trying to ignore the sharp pain in your shoulder blade. “Can you help me?”

“Honey, you look stunning!” Your mother said, closing the door behind her. She held your shoulders turning you to the mirror. “This dress was made for you.  Well…it’s a little long, but we could take it to my tailor and take a bit off so that you won’t trip on it.  Oh and those heels you got the other day would add some height…”

“It’s too expensive, Mom.” You stopped her, ignoring the flutters of validation in your stomach. “Now, help me get out of it before I sweat on it too much and they make us pay for it.”

“B-But…” Your mom grabbed the tag and you watched her eyebrows fly up. Her lips formed a flat line.  You realized you were clinging to hope that the dress wouldn’t seem too expensive to her, but that was a pipe dream.

“Come on, I can find something at like Forever 21 or like H&M or somewhere.” You forced a smile. “This was an indulgence just coming into here. It’s so expensive.”

Your mother looked at you sadly for a second before unzipping the dress.  “You’ll look beautiful in anything, sweetheart.  But this dress is wow.  I mean this is Jack’s big-celebration-party-music-video thing…I figured you’d want to go all out.”

You could feel your skin heating up at the acknowledgement of the situation.  No one knew how you felt about Jack.  The years of pining and anticipation for something more than just friendship with Jack was hidden behind quick jokes and talks of memory lane from growing up together.  Only your mother knew how badly you had it for Jack.  One because she was your mother. Two because she was the only person you confided in after the incident.

It was 2017 - one year since you left Louisville to go to college.  You were back in the city for a couple of weeks before you started your internship.  You had a new air of confidence now.  Your college was a big school and you were used to going to parties every weekend with your friends.  You weren’t the most popular girl, but you never left a party without making out with some guy who claimed to have “been waiting for this moment forever.” Your campus persona was so different to the girl next door image you had back home. 

However, you weren’t the only person who fled the city that had come back in the summer.  Jack and the other members of Private Garden were also lurking around.  You didn’t expect to see him since he had just moved to Atlanta. But, you figured it would be a good time to test your new attitude.  The party, as usual, was in Old Louisville.  It was hosted in one of the large Victorian houses that you assumed must permanently smell like beer, weed and teenage regret after years of “bible studies” aka these raging parties that went on until the police showed up in the wee hours of the morning.  However, these parties were core memories of your high school years which meant that you were positive Jack was going to be there too.

You wore one of the usual party outfits at the time: sneakers, crop top, and short-shorts. Not what you would wear these days to an event, but it was the uniform for girls in their late teens at the time. You spotted Jack quickly, towering over his friends.  His hair was long in the front almost covering his eyes but tapered in the back.  He had on thick framed glasses, an oversized sports jersey with a white tee underneath and baggy jeans.  Thinking back on it now, it looked wild.  You would laugh out loud if you saw him in an outfit like today.  At the time, he looked so hot.  You casually made your way through the crowd, taking the lead of one of your best friends who was also on the prowl.  As you weaved through bodies, you lost sight of Jack, only to find him at your side.

“Y/n,” Jack yelled, but it sounded natural over the loud music.  “Long time no see.”

“Jack!” You yelled back, hugging him. He wrapped his arms around, pressing his cheek on the top of your head. Despite it being hot and sticky, you relished in the attention.

“You look good.” Jack remarked, breaking the hug to look you up and down.  “College seems to be treating you well.”

“You too.  Are you signed yet?” You asked.

Jack tossed his head from side to side. He had that smile that told you he wanted to say more, but couldn’t.  “It’s in the works. I can’t speak on it yet. But stuff is cooking, don’t worry.”

“I’m happy for you, Jack.” You grinned at him. “I really am.”

“Do you have a drink?” Jack asked, raising his cup toward you.

You shook your head and he took your hand to lead you to the drink area.  You tried to remind yourself not to read much into it.  For Jack, this touch was no different from when you were kids playing in his backyard and he would drag you around because your legs wouldn’t keep up.  However, you couldn’t deny the tinge of disappointment when his hand left yours to grab you a drink.  He picked up a hard seltzer and popped it open for you.  You frowned,

“What makes you think I didn’t want a beer?” You questioned.

“This is good, I promise.” Jack confirmed.

You looked at the can. You didn’t recognize the brand as you read it out loud.  “White Claw?  Is this even good? It looks like adult Arizona.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Jack teased. 

You sipped it surprised to find it mildly sweet.  You didn’t think it would get you drunk, but thanks to the shots you pregamed before coming, this gave you a comfortable buzz.  It was enough that you found yourself moving to the dance area with Jack and grinding on him.  You reached your free hand back to grab Jack’s neck, winding your hips on his crotch. You couldn’t see his face, but judging from how he dipped his hips to meet your backside, you figured he was game.  Soon his free hand pressed on your hip. It was the universal signal that you made the right move. One or two songs in, you felt his hand on your hip, slowly trail up your stomach, up the center of your chest and to your neck. He pressed his hand flesh against your neck to bend your head backward.

Jack’s lips met your instantly, his tongue swiftly following to taste you. He tasted like a mix of alcohols: beer, vodka, tequila…probably from taking shot after shot.  You wondered if you tasted like the tequila shots you and your friends did before coming or if it was only the fruity hard seltzer on your tongue. You did your best to keep grinding on him, despite being enraptured by the intensity of the kiss.  You played with the hair at the nape of his neck and felt pleased when you heard a moan fall from his lips. This was a moment you would relive forever.  After a decade of friendship, you were finally kissing him.  He finally wanted you back. You could explode.

After that things get hazy.  You remember you and him were being pulled away by your friends. Someone got into a fight and things were only going to get worse from there.  There was a new spot that everyone was going to, but it was unclear which was the real place and which was just a lame spot someone was trying to hype up.  You remembered going to Qdoba with your friends and throwing it up a couple hours later. But, when you went to bed that night, all you could do was remember Jack’s soft lips and that was all you needed to drift to sleep.

One day passed.  Then two.  Then three.  No text or call from Jack.  You knew he was still in the area.  Whenever Jack was in town, he was the gossip.  Everyone was buzzing about where they saw him and who they saw him with.  You were a wreck.  You did a good job of pretending in front of friends the first day, but by the second day you couldn’t leave your room. Why didn’t he call? Why didn’t he text? You were practically next door neighbors, he could even come over!

In an attempt to get you out of the house, your mother asked you to go to the pharmacy.  You did so begrudgingly, slipping on sweats, a tank top, and a baseball cap for the trip.  As you waited in line, you heard someone call your name.  A pit developed in your stomach as you looked up to see Urban.  His hair was longer than you remembered, but still blonde and majestic as always.  He was high, his aquamarine eyes were a tinge red and in his hands were enough snacks to last a week.

“Hey Urban,” You forced a smile, trying to hide your concern of Jack being close behind.

“Y/n, good to see you.” Urban said, his voice the usual slow timber when he was high.  “Has, uh, Jack reached out to you yet?”

Your cheeks flushed as you shook your head.  Urban sighed, air being blown dramatically through his nose.

“F-cking coward.” He rolled his eyes.  “Jack keeps talking about what happened between you two.  At the party a couple nights ago?”

Your heart started beating faster.  You were hoping the confession would come from Jack himself, but if Urban clued you in on Jack’s feelings you could finally tell Jack how you felt about him. You nodded for him to continue, concealing your smile.

“He’s really sorry, Y/n.  He feels so bad for disrespecting you like that.  Tossing out years of friendship.” Your face dropped as Urban continued.  “Jack really went in this year on trying everything: alcohol, drugs, and any kind of vice really. Yesterday was another day of experimentation and I think he got a little twisted.  I’m sure he’ll apologize to you properly, but I think he’s afraid that you’ll hate him.  That kills him more than anything.”

As you blinked to keep tears falling from your eyes and made the biggest smile you could muster as you shook your head to confirm you weren’t upset, you realized you did hate him. You hated him for getting all the wrong signals.  You hated him for not giving you a chance to be more than a friend.  You hated him for being a coward.

You were saved by being the next person on the line.  You paid for the items and then went back home. You held up a good front up until you put the items on the kitchen table.  Before you could make it to your room, tears were pouring out. Your mother made herself available to listen and that’s how she learned about your feelings for Jack.  Of course, she suspected it.  You two practically grew up together and used to play “marriage.”  Part of her assumed this was just some misunderstanding and she wanted to tell you that you should just tell Jack how you felt. But, she knew that ruining the friendship was much worse than a flighty fling, so she let you cry your heart out without saying a word.

You would’ve hated Jack for longer if he didn’t try to hard to make it up to you.  You were one of  his posse for the rest of the time you were in Louisville that summer.  You traveled around town with him, meeting all the great entertainers in Louisville, and eating at all your favorite spots.  Spending time with him every day made it hard to be mad at him. It also made it hard to squash your feelings for him.  You decided to store the kiss as one of those memories that you kept tucked in your heart and to enjoy your friendship as is.

At least, until moments like this.  As you held the dress to your chest to keep it from falling down, you realized that this was a lot like five years ago.  You were still hoping to make Jack stare at you like that one more time.  In a way, you felt like this was your last chance for some reason.  There was a clock ticking but you weren’t sure who started it.

“Yes!” Your mother yelled excitedly, startling you.

“What?” You turned around.

“There’s a stain.” She pointed to a part of the red fabric that had a dark blue smudge.   “Nothing Wendy, our dry cleaner, can’t get out, but it means that we can negotiate a discount.”

Your eyes lit up, but worry was in your voice, “It’s still going to be expensive.”

“True…” Your mom nodded.  “...but I don’t actually need a new dress.  And your sister is going to wear the suit she wore to prom. And God knows what your brother will wear, we can just hope it’s clean.  So, my money plus your budget money should cover it.”

“Thanks, Mom.” You squealed, using one hand to hold the dress up and the other to grip her in a hug.

“Of course, sweetheart.”  She pulled back and grinned at you. “I know you’ll never say out loud how much this means to you, but...I just want to help.  I know you’re an adult now, but, I couldn’t do anything to help you last time.”

You smiled at her nodding slightly. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

You entered the venue in awe.  You sometimes forgot that outside of the Victorian homes, there were actual mansions in Louisville.  The ceilings were so high, you couldn’t help but wonder if they hired Spiderman to put up the decorations.  It looked luxurious and exactly like the theme promised: A King’s Ball.  It was for Jack’s new music video and he invited a bunch of people to come into be extras.  His family was there, so naturally your family was invited too.  You and your brother were the same age as Jack and his brother , Clay, respectively.  Your brother played on Clay’s soccer team and the two still hung out from time to time.  Your sister was really just excited to wear the shiny, gold, rhinestone encrusted suit that she wore to prom to match her girlfriend’s dress. She wasn’t close to the Harlows, but enjoyed treats like this.  You could tell her girlfriend was enjoying it too.

You were worried that you were overdressed until you saw the Met Gala level outfits of the other people in attendance.  All the parents that had been cordially invited, yours and Jack’s included, seemed out of place in their cruise ship evening attire.  You were middle the pack in terms of showy-ness, but you looked damn good.  You had done your hair nicely and really took time with your makeup and nails. As you navigated the venue, you realized that the chances of running into Jack were slim.  There were the paid video models up front, and most of the invited guests were on the second floor balcony that over looked the first floor. You swallowed, feeling a bit of regret at buying such an expensive dress only to not be seen in it by the person you bought for.

Still, you enjoyed watching Jack at work.  He had a swagger in his movements that seemed forced in his younger days that was natural now. He was still a flirt, wrapping his arms around different girls and dancing with them suggestively.  This earned disapproving sounds from your mother and you could only smile at her support.  Once the video wrapped up, everyone was invited downstairs for food and mingling.

Much like the house party from a few years ago, you spotted Jack a mile away.  He was wearing an all-white suit that made him look amazing.  In comparison to that night, his curls seemed so much shorter, but it fit his face better. You could really see the sparkle in his blue eyes with this new cut so, you weren’t complaining.  Despite your goal of saying hi to Jack, you found yourself running into old classmates and catching up.  When you were finally alone, you looked around for him, but couldn’t spot him anywhere.  A tiny hope developed that Jack would pop up like he did that first time.  When you felt a tap on your shoulder, a grin spread on your face when your wish came true.

“Jack!” You grinned.

“You look f-cking gorgeous, Y/n.” You couldn’t place the emotion in his voice.  It wasn’t quite shock or amazement.  Much to your dismay, it also wasn’t lust.  But, you could tell him meant it.

You hugged him and Jack hugged you back tightly.  You realized that the events of that previous night were repeating itself.

“You didn’t experiment with a bunch of drugs tonight, right?” You asked him, teasingly.

Jack blushed softly, glancing away before shaking his head. “I was hoping you wouldn’t bring that up. No, I’ve been letting go of that.”

“Body got rid of ‘em toxins?” You asked with a smile.

“Well, I dabble.” Jack grinned, clearly pleased to hear you quoting his lyrics. “But, for the most part I try to stay clean.  And stick to just alcohol when I’m not.”

“Good for you.” You smiled. Something emboldened you and you weren’t quite sure what it was, but you added.  “Too bad though.  I was hoping to test out if you became a better kisser since then.”

Jack’s eyebrows raised. “Are you saying my skills weren’t satisfactory before?”

“I didn’t say that…” You bit your lip, but that did little to conceal your smile. “I just think we can all improve.”

Jack’s eyes looked you up and down as though he was seeing you the first time.  “Is this an invitation?”

Before you could answer, Jack was clapped on the back by someone you didn’t recognize.  You could tell Jack wanted to hear your response, but you smiled politely and walked away.  You turned back to see if he was watching you and he was.  He wasn’t staring per say. They were little glances as he spoke to the other person, clearly trying to see where you would go next.  You continued to work the room, trying to stop your heart from beating faster.   You worried that you blew your chance.  That Jack wouldn’t ask you that question again.

Cursing yourself, you walked to where you assumed the bathroom was.  You opened room after room, but couldn’t find a toilet.  All this decoration and no one bothered to put up a sign to show you where the bathroom was located.

Frustrated at the last failed attempt, you slumped against the wall.  

‘Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry…’ You told yourself.  There was a part of you that felt a bit classy as you were  about to cry in a mansion in expensive dress over a rapstar. How very 2009 Disney Original Movie of you.

“There you are…” You heard someone say as they walked down the hallway.

Jack walked quickly toward you, a mischievous smile on his face.  You stood up, frowning at him.

“I escaped.” He explained, his bright smile lighting up his whole face.  He was still looking behind him every few moments as if worried he was followed.  As he got closer, he saw that you were slumped on the floor, the train of your dress swooped over your exposed your leg.  He must have saw the sadness in your eyes despite you trying to mask it.  “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“I-I”  Tears welded in your eyes again.  “I can’t find the bathroom.”

A soft smile stretched on Jack’s lips.  He let out a laugh that sounded like one of relief.  He extended his hand to you, helping you up.  “You were almost there.” He assured you.

Jack held your hand to pull you further down the corridor turning right to lead into another one. You were once again reminded of that night a few years ago.  You wondered how much of that you were going to repeat.  A cruel thought also wondered how many times Jack repeated it as well.  Were you not special? 

Three more doors down and there it was, a massive bathroom with a huge Jacuzzi tub and, the feature of honor, the toilet.

“Thank you…” You said, breathlessly, holding up your dress to sprint into the room.  You could hear Jack’s laughter as you ran towards to the toilet, him closing the door for you.  Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you relieved yourself.  When you flushed and got up to wash your hands, you heard Jack’s voice speaking to you through the door.

“Some things about you never change, huh?” Jack’s voice was in a low tone, making it deep and rumble.  “I remember when we were like seven, you started crying in the pool because you had to pee, but couldn’t move.”

You blushed, turning off the water.  You dried your hands and smiled.  “Yeah, I remember.  It was one of those things where if you move an inch, it’s going to rush out.  And there was so much water everywhere and kids kept splashing.” You shuddered before scoffing at another part of the memory. “I remember you told me to just pee right there.”

Jack laughed loudly.  “You looked so horrified.  I remember your little voice.  ‘Is that what y’all were doing this whole time?’ And when all the boys nodded, you started wailing.”  

You could feel your face heating up and felt relieved Jack couldn’t see your flustered expression.  From Jack’s laugh, you could picture him standing there, bent over, laughing between his words as he wiped tears from his eyes.

“My dad had to pick me up and carry me to the locker room.” You shook your head, chuckling.  “But, since he couldn’t get into the woman’s bathroom and I couldn’t walk, he covered my eyes and ran with me hoisted over his head to the nearest stall in the men’s room.  We had to do the same thing on the way out.”

Jack could barely speak through laughs.  His laugh was high pitched and breathy.  Once he started laughing, almost anything you said would keep him going.  His laugh was contagious too.  You found yourself laughing as well at your own expense.  Some things about Jack never changed too.

“Well, thanks for redeeming yourself this time.  And not just telling me to pee in the hallway.” You joked.

“Yeah, I’m not really into that.” Jack teased. “No kink shaming though.”

You opened the door, surprised to see Jack inches away from you. You looked up at him, his blue eyes glossy from his tears of laughter and the humor still in his face. Jack’s gaze didn’t waver nor did he say anything.  You studied his features: his thick brows, his straight nose, his chestnut beard, his defined jaw…anything to avoid looking at his eyes as you hoped he would break the silence.  When he didn’t, you asked a question that had been on your mind for awhile,

“Were you looking for me?” 

“Yes,” Jack admitted, almost as if the answer was obvious.

“Why?” You asked him, furrowing your brows.

“Because, you didn’t answer my question.” Jack smiled when you met his eyes again. “Are you inviting me to kiss you?”

A smile twitched at one corner of your lips, but it wasn’t a happy one. It was accompanied by a sinking feeling  in your gut.  The last time you kissed Jack, he made it sound like it was his biggest regret. What game was he playing?  Was he trying to get rid of you once and for all?

“That depends…” You said, dryly.  “...what’s the catch?”

The grin on Jack’s lips slowly disappeared.  “Catch?”

“Well, last time, I had to hear in a Walgreens that you regretted kissing me from your best friend who was high as a kite.” You hated the bitterness in your voice.  “Then get paraded around like a poster for the friendzone for almost two weeks.  What new hell are you devising this time?”

It was Jack’s turn to furrow his brows.  He was shaking his head slightly as though something you said was untrue. But, as if realizing that those were how the events transpired in your head, he just stared at you blankly.

“Y/n, I didn’t do it to put you through hell.  You’re one of my closest friends and I acted out of turn that night.  I was just trying to rectify the situation.”

“Why did you get to decide how to rectify the situation? You didn’t even ask me what I wanted.”  You felt everything like it was yesterday. The anger, the embarrassment, the feelings you still felt for him. 

“You could have said something too.” Jack retorted.  “We hung out that whole time and you didn’t even bring up the kiss once.  How was I supposed to know that you didn’t regret it?”

You scoffed, looking away for a moment then back at him. “I thought that kiss said enough. That was not a friendly kiss, Jack. It was deep, it was sensual.  It practically screamed, I don’t want you like a best friend.”

Jack’s breath hitched in his throat. His hand reached up to let the back of his fingernails ever so lightly drag across your jaw. You realized that despite standing so close, you hadn’t been touching. Just enough distance between, you on one side of the threshold in the bathroom and him on the other side standing in the hallway, to keep you apart, but clearly still so close.  He was practically whispering,

“That whole time…that whole time we were together, I was so patient.  I kept waiting for you to give me a sign that you liked the kiss…that you liked me like that.  There were so many times I got us alone together, wanting nothing more than to kiss you again.  My hands were shaking holding back from just taking you. Desperately waiting for you to tell me how you felt…”

“Jesus…Jack…” You shook your head before catapulting into him.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him.  

Jack’s arms wrapped around you tightly as he deepened the kiss.  Like last time, it was feverish and lustful.  His tongue entered your mouth immediately to play with yours and it did so with the expertise of an old friend. Unlike before, Jack felt more refined.  His body knew how to mold itself to yours, his tongue more controlled in its pressure, his hands more greedy with what they could hold.  Jack pushed you further into the bathroom so he could step in, using his foot to slam the door.

Jack broke the kiss, cradling your face in his hands.  His expression was unreadable as he looked at you, his eyes lingering on your now swollen lips. He kissed them once before kissing down your jaw and to your neck. There he kissed each spot until he found one that elicited just the right moan from you.  He smiled against your skin as though he found treasure before sucking that spot gently.  You moaned, trying to keep your legs from buckling. Jack held you close to him to keep you still as he gently licked the spot developing on your skin.  You knew it was going to be worse in a couple hours and you were only mildly worried about the explanation to your parents.

“Finally get to make my mark on you…” He whispered into your ear.  “You’re mine now, Y/n.”

A chill went up your spine.  At the sound of your name, everything just stopped.  You looked at him through hooded eyes.

“I want you, Jack.  I wanted you then and I want you now.”  You smiled when you saw the excitement flicker in his blue eyes.

He kissed you again, moving to pull off your dress.  You heard a soft sound fabric tearing and you pulled away quickly.  You looked down to see a slight pull of thread by the slit at the top of your thigh.  “Jack, this is expensive.”

“I’ll buy you one in every damn color.” Jack’s voice was husky as he looked you up and down before pulling you back into him to resume his movements.

“Very very expensive.” You echoed.  Jack groaned, but he could see the seriousness in your eyes.

“Fine take it off then.” He smirked. “I’m more excited by what’s underneath anyway.”

You smiled at him. “I can’t, I need help.”  You turned around so that the zipper was facing him.  “I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

You heard Jack swear under his breath. One arm wrapped around you, pressing his hand to your waist and you felt another warm hand wrap around you zipper and pull it down.

~

You emerged from the bathroom in a panic.  There was no way people weren’t going to notice the hickey developing on your skin. Jack wasn’t bothered by it, still on cloud nine from the previous activities.

“My dad is going to kill me…” You groaned.

“Nah, he’s gonna kill me.” Jack grinned at you.  He gave a soft kiss to your temple.  “But nothing I can’t handle. I do have to go back and mingle.  Wanna come with?”

“With this giant thing on my neck, no thank you.  Fielding questions from my parents who treat their adult daughter like a child is hard enough.  I don’t need this to be everyone’s newest talking point.”

Jack’s grin didn’t seem to fade.  “Oh, they will talk, baby girl. I told you, you’re mine now and I’m making sure everybody knows that.” 

You blushed, unsure what to say.  You didn’t know what that meant in the grand scheme things.  You decided not to worry about that for right now.  You learned that looking too far ahead was what did you in before.  Instead, you leaned toward him for a kiss and he happily obliged.

“If you’re going to head out early, at least meet me at my place.” He dug into his pocket and handed you his keys, holding up the one for his door. Your eyes were wide, assuming he wasn’t serious. Jack smiled. 

“Are you sure?” Tentatively, you took the key from his hand, already devising how you would explain to your parents that they should drop you off at Jack’s downtown Louisville apartment instead of going home.

Jack gave you a mischievous smile.  “Y/n, you’re going to need help getting out of the dress again.  You bought it for me so, I want to be the only one to take it off...”