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Reformating Love
Ethan stared at the unwashed cereal bowl on the counter, the sticky remnants of milk and granola solidifying into an unappetizing paste. The apartment reeked faintly of saltwater and old gym clothes, a byproduct of living with Scott.
Scott, his surfer roommate, seemed to revel in making Ethanâs life a mix of frustration and quiet misery. The man had an effortless charm. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a sun-kissed tan that made him look like a walking advertisement for beach life. His messy, curly long blond hair, perpetual smirk, and casual demeanor made him maddeningly attractive and completely insufferable.
As if on cue, Scott sauntered out of his bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung boxer briefs. His toned body, slightly hairy in all the right places, gleamed faintly as if he had just stepped off his surfboard. He stretched his long arms over his head, revealing the thick patch of hair under his armpits, and yawned loudly.
âMorning, sunshine!â Scott said with a grin, his voice dripping with playful condescension.
Ethan gritted his teeth. âItâs three in the afternoon.â
Scott shrugged, completely unbothered. âTime doesnât matter when youâve mastered the art of the chill, my man.â He opened the fridge, pulling out a carton of orange juice and drinking straight from it.
âCan you at least use a glass?â Ethan asked, already knowing the answer.
Scott turned, a mischievous glint in his eye. âWhatâs the matter? Afraid of catching my cooties?â He wiggled his eyebrows before smirking and adding, âOr do you just want my lips on your lips, huh?â
Ethan flushed, his jaw tightening. âYouâre impossible.â
Scott grinned wider and leaned against the counter, his muscular arms casually crossed. âAw, come on, E. Iâm just messing with you. You know I think youâre great. I mean, if I swung that wayâŠâ He trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.
Ethan turned away, grabbing his laptop and settling onto the couch.
He was used to Scottâs teasing by now, but it still stung. The comments werenât overtly homophobic; they were Scottâs way of pushing buttons, of asserting dominance in their shared space.
It wasnât just the comments, though. It was the way Scott left his belongings everywhere, his dirty clothes strewn across the floor like trophies from his latest conquest. It was the way he played his music too loud, the bass vibrating through the walls at all hours. It was the way he walked around the apartment half-naked, completely comfortable in his skin, while Ethan tried to focus on anything other than the sharp curve of his hip bones or the way his legs seemed to go on forever.
Ethan had tried confronting him once, but Scott had just laughed it off, ruffling Ethanâs hair like he was a kid. âRelax, dude. Lifeâs too short to stress over this stuff.â
But for Ethan, it wasnât just "stuff." It was the constant reminder that he was the one who cared too much, the one who had to clean up, the one who tiptoed around Scottâs oversized personality.
That night, as Scott sprawled on the couch in his underwear, flipping through channels like he owned the place, Ethan found himself staring at his laptop, typing a phrase he never thought heâd search for: How to make someone change their behavior.
The results were a mixed bag of self-help articles, manipulative tricks, and obscure forums. But one thread caught his eye: Reprogramming personalities: Is it possible?
Ethan clicked, his curiosity piqued despite himself. The thread was filled with wild claims about new technologies that could alter someoneâs behavior at a fundamental level. Some users spoke of psychological conditioning, others about experimental devices that could rewire a personâs mind entirely.
One comment stood out:
"Tired of dealing with someone who just wonât change? The solution is simpler than you think. Reprogramming kits are real, and they work. DM me for more information."
Ethan hesitated. It had to be a joke, right? Some elaborate scam? Still, the idea burrowed into his brain, refusing to let go. What if there was a way to make Scott understand, to force him to see how much of a burden he was?
Without fully understanding why, Ethan clicked on the userâs profile and sent a message: Tell me more. But after waiting for almost half an hour, no answers appeared on his screen. âYo E., What you doing bro?â Asked Scott as he was getting up from the couch. Out of reflex and fear, Ethan closed the window, his heart racing. Ethan decided that he was just tired and needed some time away from everything and went to bed, his heart still racing from stress.
The next morning, Ethan received a notification on his phone: Your package is out for delivery.
âWhat package?â he muttered to himself.
When he received the package later that afternoon, Ethan didnât understand what this was. âHey Scott, have you purchased something?â He asked still on the porch with the package in his hands. No answer from Scott so he went back inside and opened the box on the kitchen table. It was a slick USB drive with only a handwritten note inside: âReformation kitâ. Ethan held the UBS in his hand, a chill ran down his spine.
It seemed absurd, like some kind of prank. Ethan turned the USB over in his hands, its glossy black surface unmarked by logos or branding. The note offered no further explanation. He almost tossed it in the trash, but something stopped him. Ethan walked down to the couch where Scott was laying there in his underwear and exposing his muscled and slightly hairy physique, as always. âHey Scott, have you purchased a Reformation kit?â Scott looked up at Ethan and laugh answering âYea sure E. I have purchased this nerdy shit to better perform on the board. You really arenât the smartest of the nerds, are you?â Ethan felt rage rise in him as he heard Scott taunting one more time. âYou are a jerk; you know that right?â He answered while throwing the USB in his direction, not seeing that Scott turned his head back on his phone, exposing his naked neck as his still wet hair parted around it. Ethan didnât wait for an answer as he walked in his room to get ready for his night shift at the movie theater. unbeknown to him, the USB stopped mid air before touching the ground. Then all of a sudden, the USB started to light a faint blue hue and hum as it floated just behind Scottâs exposed neck. Then, Scott felt a tingle at its base, not knowing that a small rectangle USB port just appeared out of nowhere in his flesh, the skin around it smooth and metallic like a port carved directly into his spine. As he was about to scratch the itch, the UBS plugged itself inside Scottâs neck.
There was a soft click.
Scott froze, his entire body stiffening as if a switch had been flipped.
âWhat the hellâŠâ Scott started, but his words were cut off by a strangled cry. His head snapped back; his mouth open in a silent scream as his entire body began to convulse.
Scottâs fingers clawed at the couch cushions, his muscles spasming uncontrollably. His eyes were wide with terror, and tears streamed down his face as his voice returned in gasping, ragged muffled screams.
But there was no way to stop it. The USB drive glowed faintly, and Scottâs body arched violently, his back lifting off the couch.
Inside Scottâs mind, the sensation was beyond anything he could have imagined. It was as if every fiber of his being was being pulled apart, unraveling into threads of light and sound. His memories flashed before his eyes in rapid, chaotic bursts. His childhood, his first surfboard, his friends, his favorite songs.
But then, those memories started to fade.
âEthan!â he tried to scream, his voice cracking with panic. âHelp me! somethingâs wrong! Iâm... Iâm disappearing! I donât feel gooâŠâ
Scottâs face contorted with pain, his words becoming garbled. The light around the USB grew brighter, and a faint hum filled the room, like the whirring of a hard drive.
Scottâs mind was unraveling, his sense of self slipping away. His thoughts fragmented, disintegrating into a flood of static.
The pain was unbearable. It wasnât just physical; it was the loss of everything that made him him. His memories, his emotions, his very essence were being stripped away, digitized and compressed into raw data. Scott could feel his senses being cut one by one. It started with the lost connection to his feet, then it climbed up his legs and now he could only feel his face.
And then, there was nothing.
Scottâs body went limp, the glow from the USB fading as the reprogramming completed. Ethan left for his shift just after the USB stopped shining and fell back on the ground, the hole in the neck disappearing once the connection was lost. Scott stood there, his eyes closed and his head resting on the couch. âIâm leaving Scott. If you have time, try to clean the apartment please. Iâm exhausted and I just want to come back to a tidy house for once. See you!â Scott didnât answer, but as Ethan closed the door, his eyes opened, a soft hue shining blue hue brighten his eyes before disappearing to his natural blue color. Scott looked around the house and then at his body, he touched himself as he took everything in. A smile appeared on his serene face, typical Scottâs signature cocky smile as he looked at his reflection in his smartphone, making his cock chub up a bit. Then out of nowhere, he jumped up from the couch and started to walk to the kitchen, ready to do some cleaning.
When Ethan came back home later that night, Scott was sitting on the couch in his underwear, as always, but Ethan realizes the house smelt fresh. He turned around to see the house clean and tidy, even the dried granola balls in the full kitchen sink were washed and put away. Ethan walked to Scott with a smile on his face and stress released from his shoulders. âThanks bro!â started Ethan not waiting for any answers from Scott. But as he turned around, he felt Scottâs calloused manly hand grabbing his forearm. Ethan turned around not understanding what Scott wanted only to be met with Scottâs smile. âYo E., I realize that you did a lot to keep this house as clean as possible and I didnât help you at all those years. I also realize that life is short and Iâm done not being me to my fullest. Now I know Iâm not gay, but I kind of have some⊠feelings for you. You think we could⊠be something? Like, a relationshipâŠ. Maybe?â Ethan stood there; his mouth opened in surprise as he tried to take in everything that he just heard. He tilted his head on his forearm to see Scott still grabbing him for dear life and moving his thumb back and forth on his sensitive skin. He tilted his head back up to see Scottâs smiley face and out of pure pulsion, he thought fuck it, and threw himself in Scott naked and muscled arm to kiss him.
Over the next few days, Ethan explored the limits of their new relationship. So much had change and Ethan couldnât believe how all of that was possible in only a couple of days. Scott was more attentive, less cocky. He no longer teased Ethan or strutted around the apartment like he owned the place. Instead, he was now helping with chores, cooking dinner, and even suggesting they watch movies together.
It was everything Ethan had hoped for.
As the days turned into weeks, their relationship deepened. They spent hours cuddling on the couch, wrapped in each otherâs arms as Ethan introduced Scott to new shows of adventures and fantasy. Scottâs touch was gentle, his affection genuine. He laughed at Ethanâs jokes and listened to him talk about his day with an intensity that made Ethan feel seen for the first time in years.
They shared baths; Scottâs strong arms wrapped around Ethan as they soaked in the warm water. They fell asleep in the same bed, their bodies entwined, the sound of Scottâs steady breathing lulling Ethan into a peaceful sleep.
Ethan told himself that this was what he had always wanted. Scott was happy, and so was he.
One evening, as they lay on the couch about to start The Witcher, Scott turned to Ethan with a contented smile.
âThis show looks really good,â he said, his voice warm. âThanks for introducing me to it.â
Ethan smiled back, his heart swelling with affection. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from Scottâs face.
âI love you,â he said softly.
Scottâs expression faltered for a brief moment, as if he were realizing something that was just out of reach. But then he smiled again and leaned in to kiss Ethan.
âI love you too,â he said.
Ethan didnât notice the faint flicker of light in Scottâs eyes.
âIâll grab some popcorn,â Ethan said, smiling as he untangled himself and headed to the kitchen.
Scott stretched, his body lean and relaxed, the dim light catching on the subtle golden tan of his surferâs skin. As Ethan rummaged in the cupboards, Scott plunged his hand inside his right pocket where he toyed with the black sleek USB drive between his fingers.
âThereâs no going back now.â he muttered to himself.
Without thinking, he got up and walked over to the TV. The back of his neck itched faintly. Scott stood in front of the TV and took the USB out of his pocket. He looked at it and a smile appear on his lips, without further thinking inserted the USB into one of the ports on the side of the television.
The screen flickered violently, the Netflix logo distorting into jagged lines and glitches that sent static crackling through the air. Scott stepped back, his heart pounding. The screen of the TV turned off and the room darkened. The televisionâs screen turned pitch black, save for faint flickers of light coalescing into a chaotic storm of colors.
And then, in the center of the screen, pixels started to merge together to form an entity. Something human like. Limbs started to appear and soon a face too. Scott stood in front of the as he watches with attention his reflection appears on the screen. Scottâs digitized soul had been plugged in.
Scottâs digitized soul emerged on the screen, flickering into existence in a form that resembled his body but was translucent and distorted. His limbs jerked as though he were a marionette struggling against invisible strings.
âWhatâs happening?!â he screamed from inside the TV, his voice echoing in the dark void. He looked down at his hands,they were translucent, pixelated fragments of light that didnât feel solid.
His vision swam as he turned, desperate to find some kind of anchor. Instead, he saw his own body standing on the living room carpet, staring blankly at the TV.
âNo,â he whispered, his voice cracking with panic. âThatâs... thatâs me. Thatâs my body!â
He pounded on the invisible barrier of the screen, his hands sparking with faint glitches. âEthan! Help me! Iâm in here! IâmâŠâ âHe wonât answer.â Scott heard his deep manly voice answering his please âIn fact, no one will help you. You had it all, Scott. But you had to push the boundaries a bit too much and now look at you. Digitized, trapped, floating naked inside a TV screen.â âWhat are you talking about?!â screamed Scott from inside the TV. âGet me out of here! Iâve been stuck in darkness for weeks! Get me out!â âThat wonât happen buddy⊠See, I have been stuck in there for years and thereâs no way Iâm going back in it. My ex, this fucking piece of shit, cursed and trapped me in there after finding out I planned to quit her. She did the mistake of keeping me trapped in "this" and make sure I always was close to her, but the second she met someone, she sends me to the first one without even freeing me from this cursed existence? I wonât do the same mistake. I'm here to stay, even if I have to play for the other team. And Ethan is kind of cute. Yes, this cycle ends now!â As he said that, Scott took the remote in his hand. The screen flickered, and Scott was cut off as the televisionâs remote was pointed at the screen, guided by the steady, precise hand of his own body.
âNo! Who are you?!â Scott screamed, slamming his fists against the inside of the screen as his body selected The Witcher from the Netflix menu.
 Scott laughed as he pressed the button "My name was Cody, but you can call me Scott!" The first episode began to play, the familiar opening scene filling the screen. But something was wrong. The edges of the screen twisted, pulling Scottâs glowing form toward the center.
âNo, no, no!â he begged, thrashing against the pull as the showâs digital world unfolded around him.
In the blink of an eye, Scott was now standing awkwardly on the cobblestone streets of a medieval town. The air around him shimmered, glitching like corrupted code. He could walk again. He could feel the air on his skin and the dirt under his feet. But as a fresh breeze blew in his hair, he realized he was still naked in the middle of a busy street. Scott started to walk to hide somewhere, to ask for help, but with every step he took, his body was starting to change. As he got out of the city, Scott stood and hide behind a bunch of rocks and trees, trying to understand what was happening as he felt the dirt under his soles and the rocks against his naked and exposed back. Suddenly, a deep pain invaded his body.
His bones shifted first, cracking and shrinking with sickening precision. He could see his sight getting closer to the ground, slightly shorter than his original frame. He cried out as his limbs reshaped themselves, his lean surferâs build giving way to a softer, more compact form.
His skin prickled as the sun-kissed tan faded into a smoother, paler complexion, dotted with faint freckles that hadnât been there before. Every hair on his body seemed to rearrange itself, the wiry, sun-bleached strands on his chest and legs softening and darkening.
Scottâs armpits burned as the sparse hair there thickened, giving off a muskier scent that matched the medieval street he was hidden in. He gagged as the scent surrounded him, a mix of sweat and leather that was foreign yet undeniably his.
âStop it! Please!â he screamed, but his voice was already changing, cracking and shifting into a higher, more melodic tone.
His face was next. He felt his jawline soften, the angles rounding into the boyish charm of young visage. His cheekbones lifted, and his nose reshaped itself with an audible crunch. His hair fell off, revealing rich, chestnut waves that grew longer, brushing against his shoulders.
Scottâs pelvic region seized with a deep, invasive ache. He doubled over, clutching at himself as his body rewired the most intimate parts of his anatomy. His penis pulsed painfully, growing longer and thicker. Scott could feel all the nerves decupling and rearranging. He tilted his head, cupping his cock between his new hands only to scream at the feeling of something alien. Something warm and thick but totally frozen. He heard a Snap sound as Scott felt his balls attaching to the base of his penis and starting to reshape into an inhuman form. Scott screamed again as he felt a tugging sensation at the base of his cock and suddenly, he heard a snap as he felt his cock falling in his hands. He could still feel it but it was not attached to his body anymore. Scott screamed again as he realized his cock and balls had reshaped into a lute. He felt every string, every curve, every stroke like if it was his still his cock and balls. Every brush of his finger sending him waves of pleasure like he was about to cum, making his knees weak.
âOh God,â he muttered out of fear and pleasure.
His feet and hands were the last to change. His surferâs calloused soles smoothed into the soft, narrow feet of someone who took care of himself but still walked a lot, his toes curling in agony as the final adjustments were made. His hands, once strong and capable, became slender and delicate, perfect for plucking strings. Scott could feel that this wave of change died as his nails finished adjusting to their new form. He tried to get up, his lute still in his right hand and feeling like he was tugging his cock at the base, ready to cum any instant. As he took his first step in this new reality, clothes materialized over his trembling body, stitching themselves into place. A doublet of deep blue and gold, tight trousers, and knee-high boots encased him, completing the transformation.
Scott tried to scream, but the sound came out as a cheerful laugh. His body straightened, his new face lighting up with the unmistakable charisma of someone he didnât know, someone far away from his real self, someone like Jaskier.
Inside his own mind, Scottâs soul writhed.
âWhatâs happening to me?!â he screamed, but the words were drowned out by a flood of new thoughts, new instincts.
Scott tried to scream for help but his body was not answering his orders anymore. Instead, he started to walk calmly his lute hung in his back and grinding on his soft velvety jacket, sending him waves of pleasure along the way. Then, behind a rock, he saw Geralt ahead of him, and his body moved on its own, rushing forward with a wide grin.
âAh, Geralt, my dear friend!â he heard himself say, the voice no longer his own.
Inside, Scottâs soul screamed. He could feel everything, his new body, the weight of the lute, the way his new clothes clung to his skin, but he had no control. Every thought, every movement was dictated by an unknown force, forcing him to embody the bardâs carefree, loyal persona.
âNo! Iâm not Jaskier! Iâm Scott!â he tried to shout, but the words never left his lips. Instead, his body turned to Geralt with a mischievous smile, delivering another line with perfect comedic timing.
Back in the living room, Ethan returned with a bowl of popcorn. He sat down next to Scott, who was watching the TV intently. Ethan looked the screen for a moment, he was sure he saw a glitch on Jaskier, like if his face went from screaming to smiling in a few seconds without any reasons. Ethan blinked and all he saw was Jaskier on pause on the screen, holding his lute in his hands, must be the sleepiness coming to his eyes, he thought, forgetting instantly what he jsut saw.
âSorry, got a call from work. What did I miss?â Ethan asked, popping a kernel into his mouth.
Scott turned to him with a smile, his expression calm and untroubled.
âNothing important,â he said, resuming the show, his voice soft and even. Jaskier resumed playing his lute to entertain Geralt on their journey.
Ethan relaxed on Scott's shoulder as Scott grabbed Ethan's hands, unaware of the turmoil raging within the screen as Scottâs soul was forced to entertain an audience forever trapped in this new reality, playing with his lute and begging to cum.
______________________________________________________________ Hey guys!
Iâve been meaning to post this story for a while but just couldnât find the time to put it together properlyâuntil now. So here it is! This story was created for @petew21-blog, based on his amazing request:
"would you be so kind and uploaded this handsome guy to my USB? I want his body empty for me to enjoy. I do need a hard pillow to cuddle while watching TV shows. And he looks comfy. I could play with those long hair, feel the heat of his muscles, bathe him... All while his body would be just empty, followed me and listened to every command I give him.
And while in bed together, we could watch some TV shows with the USB inserted in the TV with a VERY FAMILIAR actor. If you know what I mean."
I hope you all enjoy this one! Let me know what you think in the comments.
As always, my DMs are open, and youâre welcome to send me an ask if you have an idea youâd like me to explore.
Take care, and see you soon!
#male transformation#my writing#mental change#male tf#reality change#tf#gay#personality change#straight to gay#the witcher#jaskier#cock tf#inanimate tf#inanimate transformation#digitization#digitized
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Ummmm. How exactly am i supposed to function here? đ (screenshots from ig)
#kÀÀrijĂ€#jesus man...#if you're wet and i'm .... then who is flying the plane?#relevant to my interests#on so many levels#esc 2024#if we're still tagging for that#(i just want to catch that drip is that too much to ask from life? đ©)
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cw: 18+, smut, sex (p in v), cream pie, bed breaking sex (literally), based off a post in a Reddit thread
âToru, ngh, please, pleaseââ
âPlease what, sweets? Youâre going to have to use your words if you want something,â Satoruâs hips roll into you at an agonizingly slow pace, every thrust made you cling to him harder, your nails digging into his back.
âPlease, harder, i need to go harderââ
âHeh, so greedy, my girlâs a needy one isnât she?â And you know heâs not talking about you but your cunt, your dripping wet entrance currently filled up by his dick at the moment, âbut I canât refuse my Princess when you asked so sweetly, can I?â
And he begins to rut into you, fucking you into the mattress as you body wrapped around his for dear life. Fuck, he was so long, the curve of his length reaching every spot that had you nearly seeing white.
âStill sâfucking tight for me, huh?â Your bed frame begins to creak underneath you, as he rails into you, thick cock fucking you open, as the frame rattles against your floor, âthatâs it, fuck, sâ perfect for me, good girl,â
And the praise sends a ripple of pleasure up your spine, as his tip begins to hit your cervix, âToru, sâbig, ngh,â and that only seems to make him grow bigger inside you, your warm heat pulling him in deeper. He fucks you even harder, the sounds of skin slapping together ringing in your ears.
He leans back to see where your bodies meet, âTaking me so well, like you were made for me, pretty, hah,â grunts escape his lips, ânever gonna let you go, Princess. This pussy, these noises, you â all just for me,â
You moan, nodding, âjust for you, Toru. Only ever for you,â and that makes him pull out to the tip only to thrust back in hard.
âŠmaybe a little too hard.
SNAP!
You yelp and he grunts as the bed frame under you both breaks to bits, mattress still in tact as you hold onto him. And you both stare at each other for a moment, a small giggle overcome by the look in his eyes â want.
He pulls out of you, a small whimper at his absence, and heâs yanking the mattress off the wreckage that was formerly your bed frame.
Heâs back on top of you in a moment, sinking into you with one thrust, continuing to fuck you hard and fast.
Fuck, that was so fucking hot. Youâre close, you can feel the coil of heat in your stomach grow tighter as your hips meet every rough thrust he gives.
âToru, âm closeââ and his fingers reach between your bodies to rub at your clit.
âCum fâme, cum on my cock, sweetheart,â and you do, walls squeezing his cock, as he fucks you through your orgasm, the creak of the floorboards making you wonder if heâll fuck you through the floor too. Your toes curl, as you drench his cock with your juices and itâs too much for him
His hips begin to stutter, a low moan leaving his lips, âIâmââ
âCum inside me, Toru,â and he groans your name, before cumming, warm, thick seed spilling inside you, the sloppy thrusts growing louder as he fucked it deeper inside. And finally he stills, lying beside you, as he eases his cock from inside you, a soft moan at the sight of his seed spilling from your cunt.
Pants fill the silence of the room, eyes shut, until both of your gazes flutter open to glance at the broken bed frame.
âYou owe me a new bed frame,â you grumble.
âIâll buy you a new one every time if we do that again,â and you snort, your eye catching his, until both of you dissolve into laughter.
âYouâre a dumbass, Satoru,â and heâs grinning, wrapping his arms around you.
âBut Iâm your dumbass,â and you roll your eyes, âyouâre the one who begged me to fuck you harder,â
ââBegged?ââ You scoffed, âyouâre the one who practically seduced me tonight,â
âAnd you werenât asking me to by wearing that dress?â
âNo, I justââ and heâs got you pinned under him again in an instant, âToruââ
âI think we can use our mouths for something much more productive,â he leans down, to meet your lips in a languid kiss, his cock already growing hard against your thigh as a thought occurs to him.
âIs your couch any sturdier than your bed frame?â
(He ends up buying you s lot of new furniture the next day).
#sab [mlist]#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo smut#Jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo x you#gojo x reader#Jjk fanfiction#gojo satoru fanfiction#satoru gojo smut#satoru gojo x reader
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cherry blossoms 01 pairing: virgin!Choso x fem!reader contents: phone sex, mutual masturbation (f! and m!), JOI (m! receiving), Choso's first orgasm, praise kink (but in the softest way possible), friends to lovers, soft-smut word count: 1.9K MDNI | 18+
virgin!Choso who met you shortly after he met Yuji. He was wary of most people, but he thought your eyes were kind and pretty, and your voice was soothing and soft as you introduced yourself to him. He blushed when you asked him what his name was and he told you, still a little nervous. And then you smiled up at him, so sweet and bright, and told him yours and he swore it became his new favorite word.
virgin!Choso who started spending more time with you, because you made him feel safe. He was used to violence, used to being treated like a weapon by the people who had claimed to be his âallies.â But everything felt different with you. You helped teach him about the world, helped him to understand himself. You were patient and gentle, warm sunlight on the cold, barren existence that had been his life for so many years prior.
virgin!Choso who liked hearing you laugh more than anything. Sometimes he would make you laugh on accident, sometimes on purpose, but he didnât really care either way. He liked watching the way your eyes creased at the corners, sometimes the tip of your nose. He liked when he made you laugh really hard too, when little tears would roll down your cheeks and the sounds of your giggles would be cut off by your panting. He made you laugh really hard today when he so innocently asked about something he had heard Yuji say to Megumi:
âYuji was talking about something called âsloppy toppyâ⊠Do you know where you get that from?â
You swore you were going to die of asphyxiation from the way your body convulsed and curled in on itself. Choso didnât understand what was so funny, but he smiled as you wiped tears from your eyes.
virgin!Choso whose eyebrows knitted together intensely when you told him what âsloppy toppyâ meant. He understood the basics of sex (as in he knew that it was how humans reproduced), but he had never experienced the desire for it or feelings of lust. But this new vocabulary word had introduced so many questions he had never considered before; how sex could just be for pleasure, how many different ways you could have it, what it felt like... The blush on your cheeks darkened as his questions turned more intimate, letting his genuine curiosity guide him.
âThe first and most important thing about having sex is that you feel safe with the person youâre having it with,â you explained to him after a while of answering his questions.
âSafe like how I feel with you?â Choso asked you softly, looking into your eyes with his deep purple ones. You felt your breath catch in your throat, your cheeks blushing pink. You nodded softly, but gently changed the subject.
virgin!Choso who couldnât help but go home that night and think about everything you had taught him. He thought of your pretty eyes as you explained everything to him in your soothing voice. He thought of the way your soft lips looked when you smiled or how they glistened when you wet them with your tongue. He laid in bed and felt an unfamiliar pressure in his pants, almost as if he was in pain. He shifted around, trying to get the feeling to go away but it felt like all he could focus on was his dick. He lifted up the waistband of his sweatpants to look at himself, seeing his cock resting stiffly against his stomach, swelling up as fluid leaked from the tip of it. He groaned low in his throat, suddenly wishing you were there with him in his room. He wanted you to be there to help him; to explain in your soft, sweet voice what was happening to him, why his cock was so hard and why it was dripping so much.
virgin!Choso who called you because he just couldnât take it anymore and he didnât know what to do.
âChoso? Everything okay?â You asked him in your sweet voice, slightly concerned because it was almost 1:00 AM at this point and he usually didn't call you this late.
He swallowed a lump in his throat as he held the phone up to his ear with one hand, the other pushing the waistband of his sweatpants down to free his throbbing cock. He groaned at the feeling of the fabric brushing against his sensitive balls as he shifted them down.
âItâs so hard right now and it keeps leaking⊠I donât know what to do,â Chosoâs deep voice whined over the phone.
âItâs-? OhhhâŠâ You felt your breath catch in your throat as his words sank in, sitting up in your bed as you heard his needy tone. You bit into your lip, feeling a steady ache between your thighs building at the sound of his voice alone. You took a deep breath as you collected yourself the best you could.
âUmm, well⊠Sometimes the best way to make it go away is to make yourself cum,â you explained softly, feeling an odd mix of embarrassment and arousal at the same time. Choso was your friend, and he was calling you so innocently about his problem, he probably didnât even realize how erotic it was.
virgin!Choso who did in fact realize how erotic it was when hearing your soft voice on the other end of the line made his cock twitch.
âI donât know howâŠâ Choso groaned softly in response to your suggestion, watching the fluid leak from the tip of his aching cock and drip onto the bottom of his stomach.
You squeezed your eyes shut at the sound of his voice, simultaneously tensing your thighs together as your own need grew rapidly. You bit your lip as your next response bounced around in your head for a few moments before you answered.
âI could⊠Tell you how⊠If you want,â you offered softly, your voice like a sweet whisper in Chosoâs ear. Choso nodded quickly as his hand gripped onto his phone a little harder.
âPlease,â he said softly, and it took everything in your power to not moan at how hot his husky voice sounded when he was so desperate for you.
virgin!Choso whose phone was now on speaker as you guided him through how to touch himself. He wrapped his large palm around his girth, groaning in pleasure as you told him to use the leaky fluid from his tip to slide his hand down his length. He listened obediently, his breath shaky as he followed the rhythm of your voice, telling him to slide his hand down⊠up⊠down⊠up⊠down⊠upâŠ
He couldnât help but let out a soft whimper as your voice controlled his every movement, feeling his hips twitching, jerking up into his hand instinctively. The sounds were so erotic: his whimpers through the phone; the soft, wet sounds you could hear coming from the movement of his palm over his skin. You were trying so hard not to touch yourself, your thighs squeezing together impossibly tight as you bit into your lip to suppress the urge to moan back in response to his whiny breaths.
âSqueeze your fist a little tighter when you get to your tip, Choso⊠Does that feel good?â You asked him, your own breathing getting a little heavy from trying to remain composed.
âYes⊠Yes⊠Feels so good,â Choso whimpered as he fisted his cock on the other end of the line. You let out a soft moan of your own. You didnât even remember moving your pillow, but there it was, in between your legs as you humped your aching, panty-clad pussy into it.
virgin!Choso who heard your soft moan and he almost came on the spot, his breath stuttering as he heard your angelic voice sound so lewd.
âD-do that again⊠Please,â he begged softly, increasing the pace of his hand as his hips thrusted up into the tight grip of his fist. His head was tilted back into his pillow, eyes almost closed, his lids so heavy from pleasure. You could envision all of it now as your own eyes squeezed shut, grinding into your pillow a little harder so the seam of the casing rubbed against your swollen clit. You heard the wet sounds of his fist sliding up and down his shaft and you moaned a little louder as you rubbed your clit into the pillow.
Choso whimpered as he heard your moans through the phone. He could feel a coiling pleasure building in his lower body quickly now, every thrust into his fist making him feel even more desperate. The sounds he was making were breathy and frantic as he braced against the dizzying pressure of the newfound sensations. His body was acting on pure instinct, pushing himself rapidly towards an unknown edge.
He whimpered your name out and you knew he was close. Your own arousal only increased as you imagined it was him you were humping so desperately as he whined beneath you. Your fingers slipped into your panties, sliding into your soaking hole as you rocked against them, moaning loudly as you felt your own climax building.
âK-keep stroking your cock for me, Cho⊠Want you to cum nice and hard for me, okay?â Your voice was breathless and punctuated by your own soft moans as you heard Choso groaning and whimpering in agreement as he loudly fucked into his fist. His back arched as he thrusted his swollen cock up into his palm, wishing it were your hand, your mouth, or the space between your thighs that he now realized he was longing to see.
virgin!Choso who sobbed your name out as he came into his fist, fucking up into his hand as ropes of his warm cum shot out of his swollen cock and fell back onto his hand, his abdomen, his thighs... His balls were so heavyâhis thick cock twitching with every spurt that released from his slitâand his hips jerked up as he painted his body with his seed. He whimpered as it kept coming, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as he panted and moaned loudly. You could hear him whine louder from the other end of the phone, as you brought yourself closer and closer to your own climax.
âSo good, Choso⊠You did so good,â you praised him breathlessly, your own body leaning forward as you moaned into the phone. You rolled your hips furiously into the pillow, bolstered by his desperate whimpers as you came around your fingers. You whined for him now too, riding out your own high as Chosoâs breathing slowly returned to normal on the other side of the phone.
virgin!Choso who broke the silence first.
âDid you⊠Did you cum too?â He asked breathlessly, plump lips parted slightly as he stared up at his ceiling, eyes still half-lidded as he came down from the high of his first orgasm.
You swallowed as your body relaxed into your bed, pillow still trapped between your thighs.
âUm yeah, I did,â you laughed a little nervously. The reality of what just occurred between the two of you was sinking in now that you both had climaxed. There was some silence on both ends as you both breathed heavily.
âGood,â Choso said softly, smiling up at his ceiling. âMaybe next time⊠We could do it together?â
virgin!Choso who would not be a virgin for much longer after that night!
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aaaaa plzzz do nanami getting a boner when y/n is speaking to him and they end up fucking? (Established relationship)
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YOU TURN ME ON! â NANAMI KENTO
SYNOPSIS...nanami is so easily turned on when it comes to you, he canât help but get hard at the slightest things
INFO...nanami x fem!reader, established relationship, reverse cowgirl, praise, spanking, creampie, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
thanks for the request anon!
âSo how was your day?â You asked your husband as he loosened his tie, a long sigh leaving his lips as he slipped his jacket off.
âThe usual. I donât wanna bore you,â he chuckled. He sat at the edge of the bed, removing his shoes and tossing them to the side. He could feel the bed dip behind him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. His eyes closed shut, embracing your warmth. âHow was your day, darling?â He asked.
You hopped off of the bed in front of him, grabbing his shoes from the floor and placing them on the rack. âWell, I went to the mall today!â You smiled.
âYeah? You buy anything?â He grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles while he stared at you in adoration. He couldnât be more lucky to have you as his wife.
âActually, I did. There was this cute dress that I wanted. You remember the one I showed you?â You asked. He nodded in response, a small smile creeping up on his face. âWell I found it in my size, and it was the last one. But, Ken, itâs so much prettier in person!â You said with excitement. Running over to the closet, you pulled the dress off the rack and held it up. âWhat do you think?â
âI think the color goes great with your skin. Makes it glow,â he explained. He could see the smile widen on your face. He loves when you get excited about the little things in life.
âAwe thank you, Ken,â you giggled, turning around to put the dress back on the rack. His eyes scanned over your figure, the shorts that exposed your legs, the tank top you wore making it obvious your nipples were hard. âKen!â You shout.
âHuh?â He looks up at you, blinking away his confusion. He could feel his slacks slightly tighten as he shifted in his spot on the bed.
âI was talking about the new bed set I saw in the mall. Did you hear me?â You walked over to him, straddling his lap.
âIâm sorry, love, I didnât. Please, tell me again.â His hands rest on your waist, gently caressing your skin as you began talking again. He stared at you as your mouth moved, going on and on about how you think itâll match the room. âYou shouldâve gotten it,â he said.
âI know, but I wanted your opinion first!â You whine. âAfter all, you sleep here too.â You peck his lips. Nanami let out a small groan, pushing his hips back. âYou okay?â You ask, looking at him with concern.
âYeah, itâs justâŠumâŠâ Nanami let out a breath, trying to hide the fact he got turned on just from you talking about your day and walking around the room. It was quite embarrassing. But with each passing second you were on his lap, he was getting harder. âDarling, Iâm sorry, Iâm hard.â He looked up at you.
âOhâŠoh!â You laugh, hiding your face in his neck. âKen, itâs nothing to be ashamed of,â you say.
âI know, but you didnât even do anything sexual, I just donât want to make it seem like Iâm some kind of pervââ
âWhatâs wrong with a man being attracted to his wife?â You question, staring into his eyes.
âSweetheart, please donât look at me like thatâŠfuck,â he whispers under his breath. Within seconds, you push Nanami onto the bed, catching him by surprise. Your hands are moving quick to undo his belt. âYou donât have toââ
âShush, Ken,â you demand, pulling down his pants. His cock springs free, already dripping with precum. âHow are you so hard already?â You giggle, feeling arousal pool in your panties.
âYou turn me on, darling.â He props himself up on his elbows as you remove your clothing, kicking aside your shorts and panties. Your crawl onto the bed, faces inches apart before you plant your lips on his, tongues moving against one another, biting down on his bottom lip. âFuck, I love you.â
âI love you too, Ken.â You peck his lips once more before turning your back towards him, angling yourself above his cock. You lift your hips just so enough so you can slowly sink down, feeling the stretch. A small gasp leaves your lips, a groan escaping from your husband.
âFuck youâre so warm and tight,â he breathes, his hands coming up to squeeze your ass while you bounce on his cock. Heâs entranced at the way his dick completely disappears into your cunt, sucking him in without hesitation.
You start to pick up the pace, growing more comfortable as your hips move faster, your juices dripping down his shaft. âAh! Yes!â You hold onto his legs for support, while he watches the way your ass ripples against his dick. âShit!â You wince, throwing your head back.
âAtta girl. There you go, sweetheart.â He lands a slap on your ass, guiding it up and down his cock. âOh fuck, you always you always make me feel so good,â he moans. Your pussy clenches around him as you continue to slam your hips against his.
You reach your hand down to rub your clit in circles, adding to the stimulation as his cock hit your g-spot over and over. Pleasure coursed through your body, aching badly for an orgasm. Whimpers and moans from you and Nanami filled your bedroom, along with the sound of skin on skin. âOhhh, Ken!â You whined. âShit, baby!â You panted.
âYouâre doing so good for me. Look back at me, darling, I wanna see my pretty girl.â His brows furrowed slightly as you milked his cock, he could tell you were getting desperate to cum. âThereâs my girl. Keep looking at me while you ride me.â
You bit your bottom lip, muffling some of your moans and whimpers, trying your best to keep the exact rhythm you had going. Nanami cursed under his breath, eyes darting back and forth between your face and your ass. He couldnât get enough of you. The way his tip kissed you cervix and bumped your sweet spot each time made your head spin. The curve of his dick making you arch even more.
Thick fingers squeeze the plump flesh of your ass, stuttering hips still set on riding him. âFuckâŠs-slow down, sweetheartâah! Youâre gonna make me cum.â He grabs at your hips, a weak attempt to slow down your movements, but youâre so set on fucking him, feeling every last inch of your husband. You donât care how much of a mess you make, how loud you get. It turns you on knowing your husband gets so worked up about the little things. A groan leaves his lips, head falling back in bliss as you practically ride him to cloud nine, his orgasm approaching just as quickly as yours.
Your little pants and whimpers fill his ears, eyes set on your husband glossy eyes, so fixated on the way your pussy is suck him in. His abs tense up, hand squeezing down on your ass and pulling you flush against his pelvis as he cums inside of you. The sheer feeling alone sends your orgasm raking through your body, quivering. âOh my god!â You gasp, eyes fluttering shut. You slowly lift your hips before bringing them back down, fucking his cum into you.
âYes, yes, just like that, baby,â he coos, watching his cum ooze out of your sweet cunt. âGoddamn,â he sighs when you finally stop riding him. His dick twitches at the missed sensation of your gummy walls.
âIf I knew just how easily I turn you on, I wouldâve done this more often,â you tease, placing a wet kiss on his neck.
âShouldâve known already, pretty girl.â He playfully smacks your ass, earning a small laugh from you. âWeâll clean up in second, just give me a few.â
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Summary- Artâs girlfriend sucks at tennis. He helps her feel better.
Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Stanford era Art. Exhibitionism. Body worship. Cunnilingus. Wee bit of fingering. P in V sex. Riding. The fluffiest giggliest sex you've ever seen. Me not knowing a damn thing about tennis.
Author's Note- Hi idk if you noticed but i have Challengers brain rot rn specifically for Art Donaldson :// As a theatre kid I simply had no choice it was always gonna be him. Read the full fic on AO3.
When Art had looked up at her with big pleading eyes, all but begging her to allow him to teach her the basics of tennis, she was in no position to refuse. It had been sweet, how badly he wanted to share his passion with her, the kisses he had peppered across her neck and chest in order to entice her into it, and she couldnât so much as imagine denying him. Forget the fact that she had never held a racket in her life, that her strengths had always been rooted in academia rather than athletics. Â If allowing him to teach her would make him happy, she would do it.
Though not without complaint.
She lets out a frustrated grunt as the ball hits the net- again- before turning her head up to glare at Art when he barely manages to stifle his laugh. He smothers it immediately when he catches sight of her glower, hand coming up to rub at his mouth as if he can physically wipe away his smile and she feels her teeth grind together.
âYou canât laugh. Youâre the one who wanted me to do this so youâre not allowed to make fun of me,â she complains, her voice half petulance half hurt and immediately his face morphs into something more apologetic.
âIâm sorry baby.â He makes his way closer but she simply rolls her eyes, turning her nose up when he reaches out to her. He takes it in stride. âIâm not laughing at you, youâre doing very well. Itâs just funny to see you so frustrated.â
Itâs her turn to laugh, though it is little more than a humourless bark. âI am not doing very well. I suck.â
He makes a sympathetic noise as he attempts to reach for her again. She allows it begrudgingly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as his hands close around her elbows, face dropping into her neck to press a kiss there. She thinks that heâs about to praise her further, try to coax her back into committing herself to the game, but he stays silent, continuing to lavish her with silent kisses.
Sheâs happy for the odd hour they decided to come here, the tennis court completely devoid of any other life. Itâs a colder night than it should be for mid spring, the floodlights and moon the only two things to provide them with any light, and sheâs grateful finals have chased everyone else away. Sheâs glad to have this time alone with him, despite her frustration. To feel like they are the only two people in the world.
âYouâre just hitting the ball too hard,â he explains, face still half buried in her throat. âAnd you arenât even attempting to aim. Putting everything you have behind the hit doesnât make it a good one if you donât know where youâre sending it. Thereâs more to tennis than just force, you have to be smart about it.â
She scoffs, reaching up to press her palm against his forehead and shove him away, ignoring the shit eating grin thatâs made itself known on his face. âJust go over there and hit the damn ball. Before I leave you here by yourself.â
The grin doesnât fade, his amusement more than clear, but he does as she asks, returning to his side of the court. She lets out another aggravated sigh as she returns to the position he had told her to wait in, knees bent as she waits for him to serve, realizing more and more that she prefers to watch him play tennis rather than do it with him. She finds far more joy watching him from the stands as he chases after the ball, sweat dripping from his curls and grunts echoing in her ears. Here, where she is the one chasing the ball like a damn dog and failing to send it sailing over the net when she does manage to catch it, there is no time to admire Art in his element.
She almost feels bad for her poor attitude, wishing she was less competitive so that she could simply enjoy this quality time with him, but every failure does nothing but enrage her further, sending her spiralling further into frustration.
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you said i have to trust more freely - r.c series (one)
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pairing: rafe x pogue!reader. word count: 8.9k
The North Carolina heat simmered under the August sun, but the sprawling campus of the university felt like a different world, far removed from the humid beaches of figure eight. This was a place where social lines blurred, where kooks and pogues no longer carried the same weight, they did back home.
Or at least, thatâs what you had hoped.
Of course, Rafe Cameron, had to ruin that for you. When you found out, heâd gotten into the same school as you, you had begged your lucky stars and then some, that heâd stay the hell out of your way. It was one thing to put up with his bullshit back home, it was easy to avoid him since you attended very different high schools. Very different places and crowds.
He was an arrogant, entitled brat, always ready to throw his familyâs money around to get what he wanted. But here, on campus, you hoped things would be different. You hoped that the prestige and maturity of university life would somehow keep him away. After all, wasnât this a fresh start for everyone?
 But now his name was plastered in the same class as you.Â
You had never thought you'd find yourself in the same academic sphere as him. As far as you were concerned, he didnât give a shit about history, let alone the History of Empire, Colonialism and Post-colonialism. His major wasâŠsomething to do with business, you were sure of it.  It had to be a mistake. Some sort of system error, of course.
The first day of classes, however, quickly ruined any hopes of a peaceful coexistence. As you entered the lecture hall for your courseâyou saw him. Rafe sat in the middle of the room, slouched back in his chair with that same self-assured stupid smirk that made you want to throw a table at this face. His presence was an unwanted reminder of everything you were trying to escape.Â
Labels. Constant violence between clicks.
You took a seat as far from him as possible, near the front where you could focus on the lecture and block out any distractions.Â
âOh, if it isnât my favorite pogue.â
Your heart sank at the sound of his voice, that familiar sneer cutting through the quiet anticipation that filled the lecture hall. You didnât even need to turn around to know he was talking to you. But you did.
He leaned back in his chair; arms crossed with an air of superiority that had always grated on you. His voice was just loud enough to catch the attention of a few other students nearby, some of whom glanced your way with mild curiosity. It was the kind of attention you had hoped to avoid, but of course, Rafe had other plans.
âYou know, I didnât think youâd be interested in a class like this,â he continued, his tone dripping with condescension. âI figured youâd stick to something moreâŠfitting.â
He was so infuriating. Didnât even know the first thing about you or your major.
You clenched your jaw, refusing to let him get a rise out of you. He was baiting you, trying to get under your skin like he always did back home. The smirk on his face told you he was enjoying this far too much.
âItâs a required course, Cameron,â you replied coolly, turning back to face the front of the room. âNot that youâd know anything about whatâs fitting for me.â
Rafe chuckled, the sound low and mocking. âTouchy, touchy. Come on, weâre not in high school anymore. Weâre all adults here, right? Letâs play nice.â
âWhy are you here?â
His smirk widened at your question as if heâd been waiting for you to ask. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who had just waltzed into a class that was clearly way out of his depth.
âHad a spare elective to fill,â he said with a shrug as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. âThought this class would be easy enoughâhistory and all that. Figured Iâd coast through it.â
You couldnât help it; you laughed. The sound burst out of you, catching Rafe off guard. His smirk faltered for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he wasnât sure whether to be offended or amused.
âCoast through it?â you repeated, shaking your head in disbelief. âYou really have no idea what youâve signed up for, do you?â
Rafeâs expression shifted, a flash of irritation crossing his face.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
You turned in your seat to face him fully, a small, satisfied grin playing on your lips. For once, you had the upper hand, and you were going to enjoy it.Â
âThis isnât some high school history class. Weâre talking about the intricacies of empire-building, the impact of colonialism on societies, and the complexities of post-colonial power dynamics. Itâs not exactly lightreading.â
He looked at you skeptically, âSo what, itâs a bunch of essays and books? How hard can it be? Youâre here.â
So charming it nearly killed you.
You raised an eyebrow at his last comment, letting the subtle insult roll off your back. âGood luck then.â
Rafeâs bravado faltered even more, but he quickly recovered, leaning back in his chair again, âWell, I guess Iâll just have to prove you wrong then, wonât I little pogue?â
You shrugged, turning back to the front of the room as the professor started speaking, but you couldnât stop the small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. It was almost laughableâRafe Cameron, who probably hadnât read a book cover to cover since middle school, thinking he could breeze through a class that was known for being one of the toughest in the department. You almost felt sorry for him.
 Almost.
As the professor launched into a discussion about the British Empire and its influence on global trade, you kept half an ear on the lecture and half on Rafe, curious to see how he would react. At first, he seemed content to doodle in the margins of his notebook, barely paying attention. But as the lecture went on, you noticed him glancing up more often, his brow furrowing slightly as the professor delved into the complexities of colonial economics.
Oh, this was going to be so much fun. Maybe watching Rafe finally struggle at one little thing in life was exactly what you needed.
You couldnât resist the urge to glance back at him when the professor mentioned the labor-intensive plantation economies in the Caribbean. Rafe was staring at the board now, his expression more⊠confused? Blue eyes moved along the words as if they didnât make any sense to him. Maybe this class would be the humbling experience he desperately needed.
When the lecture ended, he was one of the first to stand, shoving his notebook into his bag with a little more force than necessary. You had to bite back a laugh, again.
You took your time gathering your things, waiting for him to make a move or say something, but he just walked out without another word. Ooops. Maybe Big Bad Rafe learned a new lesson.Â
The semester rolled on, you and Rafe went back to avoiding each other in class.Â
You watched with a certain amount of satisfaction as he struggled through lectures, occasionally catching him furiously scribbling notes or staring blankly at the professor as if the concepts were being explained in a foreign language. It was almost comical to see someone like him so out of his element. Every time he fumbled an answer during a class discussion or looked around for someone to give him a clue, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of vindication.Â
Meanwhile, you kept your distance, focusing on your work and trying to understand the complexitiesof university life on your own terms. But as the days passed, it became harder to ignore a different reality setting inâone you hadnât expected.Â
Uni wasnât so different from home, not to you at least. Despite your hopes, it seemed the lines between kooks and pogues hadnât entirely disappeared. Sure, the university was supposed to be a place of new beginnings, but you found yourself struggling to fit in.
You weren't exactly the social butterfly, and you could count your friends on one hand. The cliques here were differentâsubtler than the ones back home, but just as impenetrable. Weekends were the hardest, with endless Instagram stories of parties you werenât invited to, people forming bonds over experiences you didnât share. It hurt more than youâd care to admit.Â
Maybe you werenât putting yourself out there enough, but could you really afford to? You were on a full scholarship, and parties were the last thing on your mindâyou couldnât afford to mess this up. Every penny went to essentials like food and books. Fashion and makeup werenât even on the radar, but in another world, maybe they wouldâve been. A girl could dream.
And then there was Nate.Â
Dreamy, golden Nateâa junior with a smile that could light up a room. He was soâŠperfect. Youâd been crushing on him since the first day you saw him in the hallway, before your social studies class, but he didnât even know you existed. He asked you for a pen in class once, and you nearly freaked out. Heâd been so polite. Your heart pounded so loud you were sure he could hear it. But after that brief moment, it was like you faded back into the background. He returned the pen with a cute thanks and moved on, like you were just another face in the crowd. It was silly to hold on to that tiny interaction, but you couldnât help it.Â
Boys like Nate never looked at you. You didnât have the spark they searched for.Â
Unfortunately, Rafe still did.
After another particularly grueling lecture, you were packing up your things when you heard that all-too-familiar nasal voice behind you.Â
âEnjoying the view from the front of the class?â
You rolled your eyes, refusing to turn around. Youâd been having a shit week, fed up with being alone. Your friends from back home had their own lifeâs now, so talking to them was almost impossible too.Â
You were on the brink of an existential crisis.
âIâm surprised youâre still showing up. Thought youâd have dropped by now.â
Rafe didnât respond immediately, and when he did, his voice had a sharper edge than usual. âY'know, I might not be the smartest in this stupid class, but at least âm not alone all the time.â
That made you pause, your hands stilling over your notebook. You slowly turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
He crossed his arms with that same infuriating lazy smirk, but there was something different about it this timeâsomething colder.
âIt means Iâm having the time of my life watching you struggle, watching you be miserable while everyone else is out having fun. Not invited to any parties, huh? Must suck.â
The fake pity almost made you lose your temper. You hadnât realized heâd been paying that much attention, hadnât considered that heâd notice, but of course, heâd put in the work to make a pogueâs life even worse.
The truth in his words stung even more because it was exactly what youâd been feeling, what youâd been trying to ignore. But now, hearing it out loud, from him of all people, made it so much worse.
You clenched your fists, trying to keep your composure, âNot everyone has daddyâs money, some of us have to put in the work. You think I give a shit about stupid parties?â
His left eye twitched in irritation and for a second you thought you had hit it where it hurts, but instead, he chuckled through his nose, âMust be exhausting, trying to prove something to everyone.â
âI donât know. Is it?â You snapped, unable to hold back any longer, âThis isnât Figure Eight. Leave me the hell alone.â
âWhereâs the fun in that, hmm?â
Rafe's smirk widened; his eyes gleaming with that familiar arrogance. He thrived on getting under people's skin, especially someone like you. It was a sick game he played, always pushing, always testing, just to see how much it would take for someone to crack. He was sick.
âYou know,â he continued, his tone mockingly thoughtful, âMaybe I should keep an eye on you. Make sure you donât drown in all this responsibility.â
His words were smooth, almost kind, but the condescension behind them was palpable.
You could feel your blood boiling, but you knew better than to give him the satisfaction of seeing you snap. Rafe was the kind of guy who fed on drama, who would twist any reaction into ammunition against you. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.
âDonât you have anything better to do?â you asked, your voice cold as ice.
He chuckled, pushing off the desk and taking a step closer. âOh, come on. Donât pretend you donât enjoy our little chats. Iâm the only excitement you get around here.â
The nerve of him. The arrogance. What was he getting out of this?
âSorry to disappoint,â you said, your voice laced with sarcasm, âbut Iâd rather shoot myself in the face than spend another minute talking to you. Goodbye.â
You left the classroom that day with your heart pounding. You pushed his words aside, focusing on what mattered: your studies, your goals, and making it through each day.Â
Weeks passed, and slowly, life at university began to shift. You met two girls in your sociology classâAva and Harper. They were the kind of girls who seemed to have everything together: effortlessly stylish, confident, and always surrounded by friends. Youâd admired them from a distance, never thinking theyâd notice someone like you. But one day, after an impromptu group discussion, they invited you to join them for coffee. That was a big day.
Ava was a whirlwind of energy, always laughing, always with a story to tell. Harper was more reserved, but her quiet confidence and sharp wit drew you in. She was hilarious.
To your surprise, they were kind, and over time, the three of you became inseparable. You werenât alone anymore. For the first time in weeks, you started to feel like you belonged. They didnât care that you were a pogue, not even knowing what that meant. They liked you for you, and that meant more than anything.Â
One Tuesday night, Ava and Harper invited you to a party. It was the kind of party youâd only seen in moviesâthe fraternity house was practically a mansion, very different from the bonfire parties you were used to back home. You hesitated at first, thinking about your responsibilities. But they insisted, promising it would be fun, and you knew you could use a break. After all, it was just one night.
When you arrived, the music was pounding, lights flashing in time with the beat. People were dancing, and laughing, and the air was filled with the scent of perfume and alcohol. Ava and Harper pulled you into the crowd, introducing you to people youâd never have approached on your own. You were nervous, but they made it easier, always by your side, making sure you felt included.
After a while, you decided to grab a drink, needing a moment to yourself to take it all in. You found the kitchen, which was packed with people mixing drinks, talking loudly over the music. You were pouring yourself a soda when you felt a presence beside youâsomeone too close for comfort.
âDidnât expect to see you here,â a familiar voice drawled.
Rafe. Because of course, heâd be here, at the very party youâd finally decided to attend. You kept your eyes on your drink, not wanting to engage, but he wasnât going to let you off that easy.
âWhat, no comeback?â he teased, leaning against the counter beside you. âThatâs not like you.â
You took a deep breath, reminding yourself not to let him get to you. âIâm not in the mood, Cameron.â
He smirked, picking up a beer bottle and taking a swig. âLooks like youâve upgraded your company. Ava and Harper, huh? Good for you. But I have to ask⊠how does it feel to be the DUFF?â
You blinked, finally looking up at him with confusion written all over your face. âWhat the fuck is a DUFF?â
 âDesignated Ugly Fat Friend,â he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. âY'know, the one who makes their hotter friends look even better by comparison.â
For a moment, you were stunned into silence, processing the insult. It wasnât just a casual dig; it was calculated, meant to hit where it hurt most. What the fuck was wrong with him?
âThatâsâŠwow.â
Rafe chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. âDonât take it so personally. Itâs just a fact of life. Every group has a DUFF. Just figured youâd want to know your role.â
You stared at him, disbelief mixing with anger. âYouâre seriously messed up, you know that?â
He shrugged, still smiling like this was all a game to him. âJust calling it like I see it.â
Your hand tightened around the cup in your hand. Before you could second-guess yourself, you flung the contents right into his face. The soda splashed across his perfectly styled long hair and down his designer shirt, leaving him momentarily stunned. The smirk vanished, replaced by a look of pure shock as the cold liquid dripped off his chin. The entire kitchen seemed to go silent for a moment as people nearby turned to see what had just happened.
Rafe blinked, his expression shifting from shock to something darkerâanger, maybe, or disbelief that youâd actually had the nerve to do that. His jaw clenched, and for a split second, you thought he might actually retaliate.
But before he could say or do anything, you stepped closer, âGo fuck yourself.â
That was your last interaction for weeks.
He kept his distance, barely acknowledging you in class or around campus. It was almost as if the drink you threw in his face had washed away his relentless need to torment you. You couldnât say you missed his attention, but the silence was unnerving in its own way. Knowing him, he could be brewing something much worse to fuck with your head.Â
One afternoon, after a particularly tough class, you were gathering your things when you noticed Rafe hovering near the door. His usual cocky demeanor was gone, replaced by something almost...nervous. He caught your eye and hesitated before approaching as if debating whether to say something or just walk away.
âHey,â he said, his voice uncharacteristically low.
You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the lack of smugness in his tone.
âWhat do you want?â
He shifted uncomfortably, glancing around to make sure no one was within earshot. âI, uhâŠI need your help.â
That was the last thing you expected to hear. You stopped packing your bag, staring at him in disbelief. âMy help? With what?â
Rafe rubbed the back of his neck, clearly out of his element. âThe exam. The one we had last week. I just got my grade back, andâŠuh, I failed. Hard. I donât know what happened, but I need to do well in this class, and Iâm completely fucked if I donât turn things around. You seem to know your stuff, soâŠc-can you help me? Iâll make it worth your while.â
You couldnât help but laugh, the irony of the situation not lost on you.Â
âYou must be out of your fucking mind,â you said, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. âI donât want anything from you. Good luck failing.â
He looked almost panicked like he hadnât expected you to turn him down so quickly. Surely, he knew you hated him with all your strength, right?
âWaitâWait up! What about Nate Archibald?â
You froze, your mind racing. How the hell did he know about Nate?Â
Your crush on the older guy was something youâd kept to yourself, shared only in passing with your girlfriends. But Rafeâs mention of it made your stomach drop.
âWhat about Archibald?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. You didnât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing heâd rattled you.
He seemed to sense he was onto something, his desperation shifting into a more calculated expression. âLook, I know you like him. Itâs not exactly a fucking secret okay? Even if you think it is. Heâs a good guy I guess, but he doesnât know you exist. You help me out, and Iâll help you get his attention. I can introduce you, get you in with his crowd.â
âI donât like Nate.â
He rolled his eyes, âYou were doodling his name on your notebook two weeks ago.â
Your stomach dropped at his words.
Two weeks ago, you had been sitting in the back of the lecture hall, barely paying attention to the professor as your mind drifted to Nate. Youâd doodled his name absentmindedly, never imagining someone would notice, let alone remember. You were bored and youâd seen him earlier, arriving to school in his truck. Heâd looked so dreamy it was all you thought about.Â
âI wasnât.â
âYou were.â
âNo?â
âJesus. Itâs a crush, relax.â
âYou were spying on me?â you hissed, embarrassment creeping into your voice.
Rafe shook his head, his tone more exasperated than anything. âI wasnât spying, all right? I just noticed.â
âYouâre such a fucking creep.â
Your heart raced, both with anger and with the tiniest snippet of hope. The idea of Nate finally noticing you was tempting, but you hated that it was Rafe offering it to you, as if he could manipulate your feelings just like that. You knew better than to trust him. And yet, he seemed genuinely humbledâat least, as humbled as someone like him could be. He wouldâve never asked you for help if the fear of failure wasnât eating him alive.Â
You narrowed your eyes, studying him closely. âWhy should I believe you?â
He sighed, hands rubbing his face in frustration, âI just want to pass this stupid class, mâkay? I donât give a fuck about Archibald, but if thatâs what will get you to help me, Iâll do it.â
You hesitated, torn between wanting to tell him to go to hell and the small, persistent voice in your head that wondered if this could actually work in your favor. Youâd worked so hard to keep your head down, to stay focused, but the idea of finally having a shot with someone like Nate was hard to ignore.
âYouâre gonna make Nate notice a DUFF?â
Rafe's smirk returned, though it was less confident than usual, tinged with something almost vulnerable. âYouâve got potential.â
You bit the inside of your cheek, weighing your options. Part of you wanted to tell him to screw off, to take his offer and shove it up his ass. But the other partâthe part that had spent sleepless nights wondering if youâd ever really fit in here, if youâd ever be more than just another face in the crowdâwas tempted. Rafe was offering you a way in, a chance to break through the invisible barriers that had kept you on the outside looking in.
âOkay,â you said finally, the word slipping out before you could stop it. âIâll help you, but donât think for a second that Iâm doing this shit for you. And if you screw me over, I swear, Rafe, Iâll kill you.â
He nodded, his expression serious. âDeal.â
You and Rafe met up in the library for your first "study session."
The awkwardness was palpable. He was slouched in his chair, trying to act indifferent, but you could see the tension in his jaw as he stared at the textbook in front of him. He was flipping through a history textbook with a blank expression, as if the words on the page were written in latin.
"Alright," you began, flipping open your notebook. "Let's start with the basics, because clearly, youâre lost."
Rafe rolled his eyes but didnât argue. One day they were going to get stuck inside his brain from how much he did it. He grunted in acknowledgment, though his attention didnât lift from the page.Â
You sighed and leaned forward, tapping on the open textbook in front of him, âWeâre focusing on the economic factors that contributed to the development of plantation societies. You get that, right?â
He blinked, clearly not getting it. A perfect himbo.
âOkay, fine. The plantations needed a lot of labor. So, whatâs the most cost-effective way to get that labor?â
Rafe shrugged. âSlaves?â
âRight, but itâs more complex than that,â you continued, trying to be patient. âThe demand for crops like sugar and tobacco skyrocketed in Europe, so they needed cheap labor to maximize profits. Thatâs where the transatlantic slave trade comes in. It wasnât just about the labor, it was about the entire economic system that developed around it.â
He nodded slowly, jotting down notes. âSo, itâs like⊠the whole economy was built on this?â
âExactly,â you said, a bit surprised he was actually paying attention. âAnd you need to understand how that impacted the societies, both in the Caribbean and in Europe. Itâs not just about memorizing facts; itâs about understanding the connections.â
âOkay, I get it,â he muttered, though you could tell he was still struggling. âThis shitâs more complicated than I thought.â
âIf you donât understand something, just ask. Iâm not going to bite your head off.â
âCouldâve fooled me,â he smirked, but there was no malice in his tone this time.
âAnyway. This also reshaped societies on both sides of the Atlantic. The Caribbean, for instance, became a hub of sugar production, with plantations dominating the landscape. These plantations were brutal, with slaves working in horrific conditions. But they were also incredibly profitable, which is why they persisted for so long.â
He seemed to be processing this, his pen tapping rhythmically against the edge of his notebook. âAnd the people back in EuropeâŠthey were cool with this? Just letting it happen?â
His questions sounded like things children would ask but you answered, nonetheless.Â
âItâs complicated,â you replied, flipping to a page in your textbook that showed a diagram of the triangular trade routes. âA lot of people in Europe didnât really see the human cost. They were more concerned with the goods that were flooding their marketsâsugar, tobacco, rum. These were luxury items that became everyday staples, and the average person didnât really think about where they came from or who made them. But there were also abolitionistsâpeople who fought against the slave trade and the conditions on the plantations. The system wasnât unchallenged, but it was so entrenched in the economy that change was slow.â
Rafe leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. âSo, itâs all connected. The economy, the trade, the peopleâitâs all one big mess.â
A big mess is one way to put it simply. But at least he understood something.Â
You smiled slightly, glad to see the gears turning in his head.Â
âExactly. And thatâs what you need to understand for the weekly quizzes. Itâs not just about memorizing dates and namesâitâs about understanding the connections between these different factors and how they shaped the world we live in today.â
He nodded slowly, jotting down a few more notes. âOkay, I think Iâm starting to get it. But Iâm gonna need more help with the specificsâthe names, the dates, all that stuff.â
âWe can go over that next,â you offered, flipping to another section of the textbook. âBut remember, itâs the big picture that matters. If you can understand how all these pieces fit together, the rest will come easier.â
He started improving. He was still far from a stellar student, but he wasnât failing anymore. In return, he hadnât forgotten his end of the deal.
One Friday afternoon, after another study session, Rafe leaned back in his chair, watching you pack your bag. âSo, thereâs this party tomorrow night.â
You looked up, narrowing your eyes. âAnd?â
âAnd youâre coming with me,â he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
You scoffed. âWhy the hell would I do that?â
âBecause you want Nate to notice you, right?â he said, crossing his arms. âWell, nothing makes a guy pay attention like seeing a girl with another guy. Especially one like me.â
Your eyebrows shot up. âYouâre seriously suggesting weâŠwhat, pretend to be together?â
The thought almost made you gag.Â
Rafe shrugged, a sly grin tugging at his lips. âNot exactly. Just, you know, make it look like weâre close. Guys love a little competition. Trust me, itâll work.â
You hesitated, unsure. The idea of pretending to be close to Rafe, even for show, made your skin crawl. But the idea of finally getting Nate to notice youâŠthat was tempting.
âAnd what exactly do you get out of this?â you asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
Rafeâs grin widened. âThe satisfaction of a job well done. And maybe a little fun. You know you need to loosen up.â
You rolled your eyes. âFine. But this better work.â
âIt will,â Rafe said confidently. âNow, what are you planning on wearing?â
You frowned. âI havenât really thought about it.â
Rafe stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. âCome on, then. Weâre going shopping.â
You blinked, surprised. âWhat? No way. I canât affordââ
âRelax,â he interrupted, already walking toward the door. âIâve got it covered.â
You found yourself standing in a high-end boutique, completely out of your element. Rafe was rifling through racks of clothes, pulling out items and tossing them to you with a casual confidence that made you wonder just how often he did this.
âThis,â he said, handing you a sleek black dress that was far more daring than anything youâd ever worn.
You looked at it skeptically. âIâm not sure thatâsâŠme.â
âItâs not supposed to be you,â Rafe said, his tone leaving no room for argument. âYouâre shorts and tank tops. This is supposed to be the girl Nate notices. Now go try it on.â
Reluctantly, you took the dress and headed to the dressing room. When you stepped out, Rafeâs eyes swept over you, and for the first time, you saw something almost like approval in his gaze.
âThatâll do,â he said, nodding. âBut you need heels. And maybe some jewelry.â
This was so fucking weird it gave you chills.Â
You stared at him, bewildered. âSince when are you an expert in womenâs fashion?â
Rafe smirked. âI have two sisters. You pick things up.â
The next thing you knew, you were trying on shoes, adding accessories, and letting Rafe play stylist until he was satisfied. When you finally looked in the mirror, you hardly recognized yourself. The girl staring back at you was confident, poised, and yes, attractive. It was a version of yourself youâd never seen before.
âSee?â Rafe said, appearing behind you in the mirror. âTold you Iâd make this work.â
âGee. Thanks.â
âYou know what I meant.â
The party was in full swing when you arrived with Rafe. The music was loud, the lights dim, and the air filled with the buzz of chatter and laughter. You felt so nervous you felt like throwing up, clutching the small purse youâd brought with you like it was a lifeline. You could feel eyes on you, who were undoubtedly curious about the new girl in Rafeâs orbit.
Rafe, on the other hand, looked completely at ease, immediately falling into his element, greeting people with confidence and casual charm. He guided you through the crowd with a hand on the small of your back, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. âYou look good, okay? All you have to do is enjoy yourself.â
You mustâve hit your head. Rafe Cameron was complimenting you.Â
You took a deep breath, trying to follow his advice. You spotted Ava and Harper across the room, waving you over, but he stopped you before you could head their way.Â
âNot yet,â he said, nodding toward the bar where Nate was standing with a group of friends. âGo talk to him.â
âRafeââ
âDonât whine.â
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding. âWhat do I even say?â
âDoesnât matter,â Rafe replied smoothly. âJust be yourself. Well actually, maybe not.â
âOuch.â
âDonât forgetâhe needs to see that youâre with me. Let him come to you.â
You nodded, nerves jangling as you made your way toward the bar. Nate glanced up as you approached, and for a split second, his eyes widened in recognition. Does he remember you? Oh wow. Youâd spoken to him twice by now, this being your third.Â
âHey,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady. âMind if I grab a drink?â
âSure,â Nate said, smiling as he moved aside. âI didnât know you were coming tonight.â
âLast minute thing,â you replied, reaching for a cup. âRafe dragged me along.â
Nateâs smile faltered slightly at the mention of Rafe, his eyes flicking over to where Rafe was leaning against the wall, watching the two of you with a casual, almost possessive air.
âRafe, huh?âÂ
âYeah,â you said, forcing a smile. âHeâs not so bad, once you get to know him.â
Nate looked at you, really looked at you, for what felt like the first time. âYou lookâŠdifferent tonight. In a good way.â
Your heart skipped a beat, warmth flooding your cheeks. âThanks.â
Before the conversation could continue, to your dismay, Rafe appeared at your side, draping an arm around your shoulders, âEverything okay here?â
Nateâs eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded. âYeah, weâre good.â
âCool,â Rafe said, giving Nate a pointed look. âCome on, letâs dance.â
Without waiting for a response, he led you away, leaving Nate watching after you, a contemplative expression on his face.
âWhat the hell?â you hissed, trying to pull away from his grip, but he held you firm, guiding you toward the makeshift dance floor.
âRelax,â he said, his voice low and smooth, as he spun you around to face him, âTrust me, itâs working. Did you see the way he was looking at you?â
You glared at him, your irritation simmering just beneath the surface.
âYou didnât have to drag me away like that.â
He shrugged, unfazed. âHad to keep him on his toes. Assholes like Archibald need to feel a little competition to make them realize what they could lose.â
âHeâs not an asshole.â
âSure.â
You opened your mouth to argue, but the words died on your lips as the music shifted to a slower beat, and his hand slid down to the small of your back, pulling you closer. You stiffened, but he kept his grip light, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.
âRelax,â he repeated, his voice softer this time, almostâŠgentle. âJust go with it. Youâre doing great.â
Your breath hitched, caught off guard by the sudden change in his demeanor. You hadnât expected thisâhadnât expected him to beâŠwell, not a complete asshole.Â
âWatch the hands.â
He only dropped them lower.
âOr what?â
Your pulse quickened as Rafe's hands settled lower on your back, grazing the curve of your hips. His smirk was infuriating, but there was something beneath itâa challenge, a spark that dared you to react.
âOr Iâll step on your foot,â you shot back, narrowing your eyes.
He chuckled, the sound low and rich, as if he found your threat amusing. âYouâd really ruin those expensive heels I bought you?â
You glanced down at the sleek stilettos, a reluctant grin tugging at the corner of your mouth. âYou deserve it.â
âI probably do,â Rafe admitted, his voice taking on a more serious tone. His gaze locked onto yours again, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the room faded away.Â
The music, the people, even Nateâeverything melted into the background until it was just the two of you. It felt weird. The way he looked at you was unsettling, like he was peeling back the layers youâd so carefully put up, seeing parts of you that you hadnât intended to show himâor anyone.
You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your body was reacting to his proximity, to the warmth of his hands against your skin. This wasnât supposed to happen.
You were here for Nate.
But Rafe wasnât making it easy. He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your ear as he whispered, âAss face is looking.â
His lips were so close to you that you could feel the warmth of his lips. The scent of his cologne, a heady mix of cedar and something uniquely him, enveloped you, making it hard to focus.
"Stop calling him that," you whispered back, attempting to inject some irritation into your tone, but it came out softer than intended.
He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Just calling it like I see it," he retorted, his fingers pressing lightly against the small of your back, guiding you even closer.
Well, fuck.Â
"Is this really part of the plan?" you managed to ask, your voice barely audible over the music.
He smirked, his eyes never wavering. "Absolutely. Just giving the audience a good show."
"Audience?" You arched an eyebrow, momentarily confused.
He tilted his head subtly in Nate's direction. You followed his gaze to find Archibald staring. It was a look you'd never seen directed at you before.
"See? It's working," Rafe whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear again. He had to be doing that shit on purpose, to get a rise out of youâit all felt too real, too intimate.
"You're enjoying this," you accused.
He grinned, unabashed. "Maybe a little. Aren't you?"
You were about to fire back a sharp retort, something to cut through the tension that had been building between you and Rafe, when you heard someone call your name. You turned your head, your heart still racing from how close Rafe was, only to see Ava and Harper pushing through the crowd toward you.
"Hey! We've been looking everywhere for you!" Ava exclaimed, her eyes flicking between you and Rafe, curiosity sparking in her. You never told them about him.
Harper raised an eyebrow, a sly expression spreading across her face. "And what do we have here? You two look cozy."
You stepped back quickly, putting some space between you and Rafe, feeling suddenly exposed. "Just... dancing," you said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Rafe, of course, didnât miss a beat. He slipped his hands into his pockets, the picture of casual confidence. "Yeah, just giving her a little dance lesson. Sheâs a fast learner."
Ava glanced at you, suspicion plastered across her pretty face, âUh-huh. Well, you ready to go? We were thinking of hitting up another party across town."
You hesitated, glancing at Rafe, who gave you a small nod, as if to say it was up to you. The moment between the two of you had been so intense, so confusing, that you almost forgot the entire reason you were there. Nate. You were supposed to be getting his attention, not getting caught up in whatever strange thing was happening with Rafe.
But now that your friends were here, the spell was broken. You felt more like yourself again, more grounded. "Yeah, letâs go," you said, finally pulling your eyes away from Rafe, âYouâre not coming?â
âNah. Have fun, Iâll see you on Monday, little pogue.â
As you walked away with Ava and Harper, you could feel his eyes on your back, and it took everything in you not to turn around. You werenât sure what to make of it, or if you even wanted to. It was like youâd glimpsed a different side of him, one that wasnât entirely awful. One that was strangely attractive. Maybe his ridiculous plan was working. But whether that was a good thing or not, you werenât sure.
Sure enough, another study session came around. The old tension between you two had settled into a strange kind of truce. It was more of a mutual agreement to tolerate each other for the sake of passing the course. Plus, despite everything, he was strangely good company when he wasn't being a complete ass.
Tonight was one of those rare moments when he wasnât trying to get under your skin. The conversation had started out innocent enoughâdebating historical facts, making fun of the professorâs monotone voiceâbut then, somehow, it drifted towards relationships. Or more accurately, Nate.
âSo, you gonna ask him out or what?â Rafeâs tone was casual, but his eyes were sharp as they flicked over to you.
You glanced at him, trying to gauge if he was genuinely interested or just trying to pry into your personal life for another round of teasing.
âAsk who out?â
âNate. Mr. Perfect.â His smirk was playful, but there was an edge to it.
You rolled your eyes. âIâm not asking anyone out.â
âWhy not?â He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, clearly settling in for this conversation. âHeâs obviously into you. Youâre into him. Whatâs the problem?â
You looked away, focusing on the textbook in front of you, but the words blurred as your mind wandered. The truth was, you didnât know how to answer that. Youâd never been good with boys, especially not ones like Nate. Ones that seemed so far out of your league.Â
âJustâŠnot my thing,â you mumbled, hoping that would be enough to drop the subject.
But Rafe wasnât one to let things go. âNot your thing? OrâŠyouâve never actually done it before?â
The casual tone of his question made your stomach flip. You looked at him sharply, searching his face for any sign that he was joking.
âDone what?â
âKissed someone.â The words were out of his mouth before you could even process them, and your heart skipped a beat.Â
You knew you should deny it, brush it off with a joke, but the way he was looking at you, so intently, made it impossible to lie. Silence stretched between you, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head as realization dawned.Â
âNo way. Youâve neverâŠ?â
You felt heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding through you. âItâs not a big deal, okay? Can we drop it?â
But he was looking at you like youâd just told him the earth was flat.
âYouâve never kissed anyone?â He sounded incredulous, like he couldnât believe it was even possible.
âSeriously, shut up,â you snapped, but it only made him smile harder.
He shook his head, still looking at you like you were some kind of anomaly. âHow the hell did you get through high school withoutââ
âRafe!â
âOkay, okay, m'sorry!â He held up his hands in mock surrender, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that made you nervous. âBut seriously, youâve never kissed anyone? Not even a peck?â
âNo,â you admitted, crossing your arms defensively. âAnd I donât see how itâs any of your business.â
He was quiet for a moment, and you could feel his gaze on you, intense and considering. Finally, he leaned forward, his expression more serious than youâd ever seen it. âAlright then. Iâll teach you.â
Your jaw dropped, and you stared at him like heâd lost his mind.
âWhat?â
âIâll teach you,â he repeated, like it was the most logical thing in the world. âBetter to learn from someone who knows what theyâre doing, right?â
You blinked, trying to wrap your head around what he was suggesting. âAre you out of your fucking mind? Thereâs no way Iâm letting youââ
âWhy not?â He was leaning in closer now, that stupid cocky smirk back on his face. âI promise I wonât bite.â
You could feel your pulse quicken, nerves fluttering in your stomach. This was Rafe Cameron, the guy who had made your life hell for years, and now he was offering toâŠwhat? Teach you how to kiss? It was absurd. Ridiculous. And yet, there was something in his eyes, something that almost made you say yes.
âNo,â you finally said, shaking your head. âThis is insane.â
He shrugged, leaning back again, but you could tell he wasnât giving up. âJust think about it. No pressure.â
You wanted to argue, to tell him he was crazy, but the truth was, part of you was curious. Curious about what it would be like. Curious about why he was offering in the first place. But that was a thought for another time. For now, you needed to focus on getting through this study session without letting him distract you any further.
Easier said than done.
You tried to shake off the bizarre turn the conversation had taken, focusing back on the textbook in front of you, but the words on the page refused to stick. You could feel his stupid blue eyes on you, his presence more distracting than ever.
âCome on, donât make it weird,â he said after a moment, his tone light but his gaze still fixed on you. âI was just fucking with you.â
You let out a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding, relieved that he was backing off. âGood. Because that was the weirdest thing youâve ever said to me.â
He chuckled, the tension easing just a little. âWeird, maybe. But not the worst idea.â
âRafe,â you warned, but there was no real bite in your voice. He had a way of disarming you, breaking through your defenses in a way that no one else could. It was annoying.
âOkay, okay, Iâll stop,â he said, holding up his hands again. But there was still a playful glint in his eyes, like he was enjoying this far too much.
You tried to focus on the study guide, pointing out a key term that you both needed to memorize, but your mind kept drifting back to what heâd said. The idea of him teaching you how to kiss was ridiculousâcompletely absurdâbut there was a tiny, traitorous part of you that wondered what it would be like.
âYouâre thinking about it,â Rafe said suddenly, his voice breaking through your thoughts.
âNo, Iâm not!â You replied a little too quickly, your cheeks burning. He grinned, clearly enjoying your discomfort.
âYes, you are. I can see it on your face.â
You glared at him, hoping to shut him up with a look, but he just laughed, the sound low and teasing. âYou know, if youâre curious, thereâs no harm in trying it.â
You shook your head, trying to keep your voice steady. âIâm not curious, and Iâm definitely not going to let youââ
Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned in, closing the distance between you in a way that made your breath catch. He didnât kiss you, but he was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips, the intensity of his eyes making your heart race.
âYou sure about that?â he murmured, his voice soft but filled with a challenge.
You swallowed hard, your mind screaming at you to push him away, but your body refused to move. There was something magnetic about him, something that made it impossible to look away, to even think about anything else.
âIâŠâ you started, but the words died in your throat as he leaned in just a fraction closer, his eyes never leaving yours.
âJust one lesson,â he whispered, his lips hovering just above yours. âThen we can pretend it never happened.â
Your heart was pounding in your chest, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind, but none of them made sense. All you could think about was how close he was, how badly you wanted to know what it would feel like to close that final distance.
But then, as if a switch flipped in your brain, reality crashed down on you. This was Rafe Cameron. The guy who had tormented you, who was probably doing this just to mess with you. You couldnât let yourself fall into his trap.
âNo,â you said, finally finding your voice and pushing him back gently. âThis is crazy.â
He didnât move at first, his eyes searching yours for a moment longer before he finally leaned back, giving you space to breathe again. âFair enough,â he said, his tone still light, but there was something in his expression that you couldnât quite read. âBut if you change your mindâŠâ
âI wonât,â you said quickly, needing to put some distance between you and the tension that was still thick in the air. âLetâs just get back to studying.â
He gave you a long look, like he was deciding whether to push the issue, but then he just shrugged and turned back to his notes.Â
âWhatever you say.â
You nodded, trying to focus on the study guide in front of you, but your mind was still reeling. You couldnât believe what had just happened, couldnât believe that you had actually considered letting Rafe teach you how to kiss. It was insane.Â
Completely and utterly insane.
The rest of the study session passed in a blur, the usual banter between you and Rafe feeling a bit more strained, a bit more loaded than before. You were hyper-aware of every move he made, every glance he threw your way, but thankfully, he seemed to have dropped the subject for now.
But as you packed up your things to leave, you couldnât shake the feeling that something had shifted between you. You couldnât tell if it was for better or worse, but one thing was certainâyou were never going to look at Rafe Cameron the same way again.
The following days were a strange dance of avoidance and unspoken tension. Lots of it. You and Rafe still studied together, but there was an unspoken agreement not to mention what had happened. It was as if you were both trying to pretend that nothing had changed, even though you both knew it had.
It didnât help that every time you were around him, you couldnât stop thinking about that momentâthe way heâd leaned in, the way his breath had felt against your lips. How soft they looked. It was infuriating, the way your mind kept circling back to it, refusing to let it go. You were better than this.Â
âHey,â he greeted, sitting down next to you without his usual swagger. âYou okay?â
The question caught you off guard, and you hesitated before answering. âYeah, why wouldnât I be?â
He shrugged, looking out at the entrance of the classroom for a moment before turning back to you. âI donât know. Youâve just been kind ofâŠquiet lately.â
You looked at him, searching his face for any hint of teasing, but he seemed genuine. âJust had a lot on my mind.â
Rafe nodded, as if he understood, and for a moment, the two of you sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence. It was strange, this version of himâso different from the one who had taunted you about kissing just days ago.
Finally, he broke the silence. âYâknow, I wasnât trying to mess with you the other day. I mean, I was, but notâŠnot in a bad way.â
You raised an eyebrow, not sure where he was going with this. âRafe, I know you like to mess with people. Itâs kind of your thing.â
âYeah, well,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, âI guess I just didnât want you to think I was trying to make fun of you or anything. I just thoughtâŠyou deserved better.â
That caught you completely off guard. âWhat do you mean?â
He sighed, looking uncharacteristically serious. âI mean, you deserve to experience that stuff with someone who actually gives a shit about you. Not with some random guy at a party or something. I guess I didnât like the idea of you feelingâŠleft out.â
Was heâŠimplying that you two were friends now? That he cared?
You stared at him, not sure what to say. This was a side of Rafe youâd never seen beforeâvulnerable, even a little protective. It was jarring, but not in a bad way.
âThanks,â you said softly, not quite sure how to respond. âThat's weirdly nice of you to say.â
He smiled, and for the first time in a long time, it didnât have that usual hint of arrogance. âDonât get used to it,â he teased lightly, and you couldnât help but laugh.
Just then, the rest of your classmates showed up, breaking the moment.Â
Rafe stood up, his usual confident demeanor slipping back into place as he greeted his friends. But as you watched him joke around with the others, you couldnât help but feel like youâd just seen a glimpse of the real Rafeâsomeone who cared, even if he didnât always show it.
And you found yourself liking this version of him.Â
A lot.
More than you should.
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DEMURE GIRL ,, ìŽíŹìč
pairings ââžâžâž acquaintances!heeseung x shy!reader wc. 4k
genre. smut
đŠąâââincludes ... first kiss, oral sex ( fem. receiving ), unprotected sex
ă authors note đč ă i had to use this word at least once im sorry.
âȘ masterlist! â«
you liked to live a simple life; you liked routine; going to class, then back to your dorm to study or catch up on reading your favorite books; this was your everyday life , except when you were running around a frat party trying to make sure your roommate doesn't take her shirt offâ for the third time that semester.
âi told you yn iâm not drunk , im completely sober.â her words slurring, and inability to walk straight told another story. âokay , i believe you, just drink this.â you handed her some water, she took a sip, some of the water dripping down her chin, you wiped it. âyou're so kind yn , i love you so much.â she drunkenly held you. âoh there's jake! hey jake!â she yelled over the music. âlet's go yn there's jake.â
she dragged you over to the group of boys you often found yourself hanging with because of your friend's obsession with one of the frat members, jake sim, you sat her down on the couch next to the equally drunk boy. âshe dragged you out to another party?â sunghoon asked, you nodded. âplease she loves these parties, it's the only fun she has in her life.â your friend slurred. âwell besides those books she reads.â
âwhat books?â you froze up hearing the voice; the voice that made your little heart jump. âheeseung man you made it.â jake got up, giving the boy a handshake. âyeah decided to stop by.â he sat down , right down next to you. âglad i did too.â
the sad thing about your crush on heeseung; is that everyone knew about it, it wasn't a secret , even heeseung knew it â it's just that you could stay in the same vicinity of the man before you started breaking out in a cold sweat , so you never gave him the time. âhey yn.â the boy smiled next to you. âh-hi."
when heeseung found out about your crush on him; he didn't think anything about it, he was popular around campus , he was used to having pretty girls having crushes on him; but your crush on him â he never had someone so shy and modest and closed off to themselves have feelings for him, so he started to watch you, the way you would sneak off by yourself; he followed you once; not in a creepy way, he followed you into the university library, you were studying or reading a book, he couldn't remember, he was too busy watching you.
the way you'd absentmindedly pick at your skirt, or you'd smile at something in the bookâ before he could realize, he'd been sitting down for 30 minutes watching you , and you were getting up walking out the building, he tried to follow behind you , just so he can say hi , but you were already gone.
he would've given up chasing you; but he soon found himself crushing on you, even though you only gave him a shy hello or a meek goodbye in passing; but to heeseung, that was all he needed from you in order to be utterly obsessed with youâ that's the reason why he was even here, he heard you were here with your friend, and he just had to be here. âher books are all she cares about, books and her school work.â your friend slurred. âit's been like that our whole lives, you know she never even had her first kiss.â
your eyes widened, you'd strangle your best friend if she wasn't drunk and there weren't any witnesses. âyou've never had your first kiss?â the question floated around the air, your ears heated up in embarrassment. âwellâŠâ
âi can help you with that.â heeseung spoke up, everyone turned to him. âunless you're waiting?â your friend; whom you definitely were gonna strangle with a pillow once she was sober in the morning spoke up. âno she isn't , she just doesn't leave the house enough to realize how many guys are fighting to even be in her presence.â that made heeseung jealous, he didn't even want to think about another man touching you. âyn?â
you shrugged, maybe this was just a really good dream and you'd wake up with a red face. âsu-sure.â heeseung stood up. âwhere are you going?â jay asked. âwell i'm not about to kiss her in front of you guys, come on yn.â he held his hand out for you to take , a waiting smile.
once you grabbed his hand, he helped you up, guiding you away from the group. âhey , don't worry i won't do anything you don't want me to do.â he said as he guided you up the steps. âbesides it's just a kiss right?â he said, holding the door open to a room. âi-i guess.â
you sat down on the bed; he closed the door, the sounds from the party muffled, but you could hear your heartbeat as he got closer to you, sitting down next to you. ânow before i kiss you, i want you to tell me this is what you want.â he said. âi won't pressure you into doing something just to please your friend.â he held the side of your face , making you look at him. âyn?â
âi-i do.â you said, âyou can kiss me.â he smiled. âthat's the most you've ever said to me.â he said, holding the side of your face. âim not gonna bite , don't worry okay?â he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours, almost touching. âyou're safe with me.â he closed the gap between you; his pillowy lips on yours , it felt like fireworks were going off inside your stomach, you closed your eyes, he softly caressed your cheekâ he was fighting every demon inside to not stick his tongue into your mouth.
unfortunately you both needed oxygen; so he slowly pulled away, he chuckled as your lips chased after his. âhey, hey calm down.â his kissed the tip of your nose. âyou want another?â he whispered, you nodded. âyou can speak can't you darling?â his other hand come to your knees cap, rubbing gently. âall i need you to say is yes.â he waited patiently until you softly muttered a yes, and his lips were back on yours.
your hands shaking, picking at your skirt; he grabbed your wrist , pulling away. âyou can touch me it's alright.â he guided your hand to his face, his skin soft. âgood girl.â he said, smirking. âyour lips are all swollen now, you liked that?â you nodded, your cheeks hot. âyou're so cute, i can see in your eyes you want more.â he said. âbut you don't even know what you want do you?â
âi-i don't.â he tilted his head to the side. âyou want my help?â you wanted something from the boy, but losing your virginity wasn't something on the top of your list so you never thought about it; what if that was something that made him uncomfortable. âi see the gears turning in your head, if i didn't want this, i would've gotten up after kissing you the first time.â his hands were now easing up your skirt. âi can make you feel good.â he whispered, kissing your ear, blowing on it. âjust give me the okay.â
he was holding back for you; he didn't want to scare you, but he couldn't deny the heat burning in his stomach, or the tightening below his belt buckle. âangel i don't mean to rush you, but fuck you're killing me with this silence.â he dry laughed. âi kinda need an answer.â
âo-okay.â he got off the bed, ridding himself of his shirt, unbuckling his pants. âcan you take your shirt off for me?â his eyes lowered as you slowly lifted your shirt up; his cock twitching in his pants , it felt like his was a dream he had once or twice. âgood girl.â
he gently laid you back on the bed, sunghoon was gonna kill him, but in the end he didn't care, he wasn't waiting any longer to have you. âi got you.â he was in between your legs, looking down at you all laid out for him, you looked like an angel , skirt above your waist â he almost felt bad for the things he was about to do to you. âlet me do all the work.â
his hands came to your shoulders, lowering your bra straps, his hand was under you, undoing the back of your bra, sliding it off your body, revealing your perfect tits. âfuck, i dreamt of this for a long time baby.â both his hands were up your skirt, pulling down your panties. âgonna keep these.â he smirked, you whined. âkeep making those pretty noises.â
kissing both of your breasts, making his way down your stomach, holding your legs wide open for him. âpretty little pussy.â he kissed in between your thighs. âbet you she tastes real good.â then you felt the sensation of his tongue on your heat. âo-oh.â you gasped. âyou like that?â he licked another stripe , your hand came up to his hair, you balled your fist up. âpull it , i like that baby.â
he didn't say anything else before diving straight in, your cunt dripping on his tongue, like candy , so sweet he wanted nothing more than to drown in you. âh-heeseung.â you moaned out , he smirked against your heat , exactly what he wanted to hear , he couldn't help but grind against the bed, his tongue prodding against your hole , he groaned at the feeling of you tugging at his hair as he pushed his muscle inside you.
heeseung knew the inside and out of a girl, he could tell you were about to cum , you tore your eyes from the ceiling , below making eye contact with heeseung as he brought his lips to your clit , sucking on it â before you could even announce anything , you felt the knot in your stomach snap , you let out a moan that you only heard on videos you've watched a couple of times , your legs shaking as heeseung buried his head deeper inside you, cleaning up everything that came out of you , you were so sensitive you had to pull his head away. âit hurts.â
âsorry baby, you just taste too good.â he kissed the inside of your thighs. âi got a little caught up.â his normally put together hair was all messy; his lips were red and he was heavily breathing. âdid you like it?â you nodded. âi-i did.â
he was addicted, he needed more from you, he needed to feel more of you. âyou wanna feel even better baby?â you nodded. âyou've been so vocal this entire time love , you know what i need.â you whimpered. âpl-please , i want you inside me.â he closed his eyes to calm himself; you sounded so desperate. âyou want me inside this tiny pussy?â
he quickly rid himself of his jeans, he was just as desperate as you; he felt like a virgin himself , ready to feel you; he's thought about it since the day he saw you in the library. âhe-heeseung.â your soft voice , it did everything to him , he could get off to that alone. âyes baby?â you whimpered hearing him calling you that. âwill it hurt?â
âfor a little bit.â he was in between your legs again, pushing his waistband down , freeing his cock; it was intimidatingly big, red and leaking with pre-cum, bobbing against his abs. âbut not for long baby.â you could feel his tip against your hole. âdon't worry , i won't hurt you okay?â you felt his tip entering , you hissed at the burning sensation as he filled you. âfuck , fuck baby you're so tight.â
he was losing his mind with how slow he was going; ready to just plunge his cock inside you. âhe-heseung.â he kissed your lips. âshh shh , -fuck- baby it's okay, it's okay it's almost over.â he slowly worked himself , until he was fully inside you. âyou-you're so big.â he smirked. âyeah baby i know.â
âm'gonna pull out now okay?â you nodded, he slowly pulled out of you , his tip still stuffed inside you. âyou ready?â you nodded, he pushed himself back inside you much faster than before. âfuck.â he cursed , moving his hips; your fingers digging into his forearm as he thrusted into you. âf-faster.â
âyou -fuck- you sure?â you moaned out a plea, that's all he needed before he was speeding up , sweat beading down his forehead; your cunt squeezing him like a vice, he was in heaven. âyou feel so good baby , this pussy is perfect.â he groaned. âonly i can touch it , isn't that right baby.â his thumb came to your clit , rubbing harsh circles. âonly man to touch you like this , see your pretty face all fucked up.â
he was losing himself fully , his pace picking up, thrust deeper , hitting your cervix. âtell me baby, tell me this pussy is all mine , no man can ever touch you.â you were a moaning mess , eyes closed. âbaby look at me.â he said. âlook at me baby.â he repeated , his cock slowly dragging inside of you.
you force your eyes open; he was smirking. âgood girl, keep looking at me.â he gave your lips another kiss. âtell me who this pussy belongs to.â you whimpered. âyo-you.â he cursed. âexactly baby.â you could feel yourself about to cum. âyou gonna cum?â you nodded. âgood girl , cum all over my cock.â you moaned out your legs wrapping around his waist. âfuck baby , if you don't unwrap your legs , im gonna cum inside you.â
you moaned out. âyou want that baby , want me to cum inside you?â he was about to blow his load. âfuck baby i need a answer , or you need to unwrap your legs.â he cursed holding himself back from cumming. âpl-please cum inside me.â
his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he came, you can feel him empty inside of you. âshit, baby.â he twitched. âyou okay?â you were a little sore , but you'll be fine. âsunghoon is gonna kill me.â you chuckled breathlessly. âi-i'm sorry.â he shook his head. âno don't worry about it baby, let's just worry about getting you home okay , getting you cleaned up , i'll make sure your friend gets back to your dorm safely after okay?â you nodded , he help you get dressed. âwhy are you being so nice to me? did you get what you want?â
âbaby , if you took one look up from those books you're always smiling at , you would've noticed me looking at you.â he said. âi told you i wouldn't have brought you up here if i didn't want to.â you smiled shyly , he caressed your cheek. âokay.â you whispered , he held his hands out. âcome.â
âlets get you home baby , iâll stay with you.â
©LUVYENI
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Riding Sebek, Jamil, Vil, Leona, Idia and Azul while praising them nonstop because our baby boys need more self-love <3
Tee-hee⊠I love praise. Reader is freaky in this one.
Warnings: No pronouns used (no genitals aside from a âholeâ mentioned), Whimpering, Praise Kink, Body-Checking and Eating Disorder Recovery (Azul), Creampie (Leona,Jamil, Sebek), Overstimulation, Safeword Usage (Sebek)
Leona Kingscholar
âHerbivore⊠Goddamn, slow down!â The bed of the housewarden was creaking as you kept grinding your hips on his length. The room smelled of raw, sweaty sex.
On the bed, Leona was struggling for his life. Your body was absolute Heaven to himïżœïżœïżœ a drug that he was addicted to. However, he was very overstimulated, since you already made him come about two times already. âNo, Leona⊠I⊠I wanâ you to re⊠relaxâŠâ Another moan escapes your lips as you continue to basically impale yourself on his thick, juicy cock. âYouâre⊠Youâre always sâ good to⊠to meâŠâ You didnât even want him to fuck up into you, which was near torture to him. âIâm⊠fuck⊠Iâm relaxed, HerbivoreâŠ!â A growl forces itself out of Leonaâs throat, and you soon feel another load shooting into you.
Finally, the torture is done, and you slump over as his flaccid dick slips out of you, and he pants to catch his breath. You could feel his cum dripping out of your sore hole⊠and it was the most rewarding sensation. âAre you⊠relaxed?â You ask, looking up into his eyes, and the question makes him smile and shake his head at your antics. âYes⊠Yes, I am. Good job, Herbivore.â
Azul Ashengrotto
âPlease⊠Please⊠Donât stopâŠâ Another whimper escapes Azulâs lips as tears of pleasure gather in his eyes.
You had been at this for about an hour and a half, and you had no plans of stopping. You kept riding him like a cowboy riding a bull and wanting to stay on for that eight seconds.
âShhh⊠honey, relaxâŠâ You whisper, moaning softly as you look down into his eyes. âWanna make you feel good, pretty boy⊠Get those⊠horrible thoughts out of your headâŠâ
This entire thing started with you catching Azul body-checking himself, and you were having none of it. His entire body was covered in kisses within five minutes, and you were very determined to show him that you loved him, no matter if he gained or lost weight.
âLove⊠Shit⊠Love you⊠Y/NâŠâ He whimpered softly, and you smiled as you leaned down to press a kiss to his neck, making him moan. âI love you, too⊠So⊠So muchâŠâ You whisper back.
Soon, you feel his member twitching inside of you, and you hop off of him and start jerking him off until he finishes with a strangled moan. âYou⊠You didnât comeâŠâ The poor cecaelia had more tears in his eyes as he looked over at you, and you only smiled in response. âTonight was all about you, my love⊠Now go to sleepâŠâ
Jamil Viper
âFuckâŠâ He whispered to himself as he was ridden into the highest echelons of oblivion. You were on top of him, smiling softly as your mind turned into mush. âDonât stop, flowerâŠâ
You nod in agreement. His cock just made you feel so full⊠and you were just happy to have this moment of intimacy with your boyfriend.
âYou work⊠so⊠so hardâŠâ You whimper softly. âW-Wanna make you⊠feel⊠goodâŠâ
âYou are, flower⊠Shit⊠I should work harderâŠif Iâm gonna get⊠spoiledâŠâ Jamil thought you did not have any magic, but the way your hips were grinding down onto him made him convinced that you did. There was no possible explanation, and he felt like his dick was going to melt inside you from how warm and tight your hole was.
âLove you⊠Love you⊠JamâŠilâŠâ You shuddered as you are brought to another high, euphoric orgasm.
Your lovely boyfriend, Jamil, wasnât far behind, and he released it all inside you, breathing heavily as his hands held your hips to steady you.
âLove you, too⊠flowerâŠâ He whispered, starting to relax. However, his eyes widened when your hips started going again. âBabyâŠ?â
âShhhâŠâ You leaned back, barely moving, but you loved the stimulation. âWanna⊠Wanna go againâŠâ
Vil Schoenheit
Your boyfriend, your beloved queen, has been so stressed with how much he had on his plate. He had recently been cast in a role that involves kissing another person, and he was worried that you would be weirded out.
However, you understood that it was just his job, and to reassure him, you went to his trailer and practically pounced on him.
The trailer was shaking with how you were riding him, and you bit your lip as you proudly ruined his mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick⊠smudging it all with tears and kisses.
âYouâre so tense, honeyâŠâ You whisper, exhaling in pleasure as your hips rolled against his.
âDarling, pleaseâŠâ He whispers back, moaning in-between, âIâm supposed⊠t-to be on⊠on in⊠shit⊠an hour!â
âShhhâŠâ You put a finger to his lips, shaking your head. âIf your⊠employers⊠fuck⊠have a fucking problem⊠they can take it to meâŠâ
Vil never usually was the one on the bottom, but boy, did he love getting pampered like this. Having his significant otherâs gummy walls wrapped around his cock made him realize that a professional kiss for a movie was insignificant. After all, you were the only one able to touch him and ruin his makeup in such a way. By the time he was close to finishing, you hopped off of him and grabbed a rag for him to shoot his load into. After all, he did not need to get more dirty than he already was.
âThank you, darling⊠You always manage to make me feel better.â He smiled up at you as you grabbed a cloth to clean up any other mess. âOf course, Vil. A small kiss is nothing compared to this. I promise, Iâm okay with it. Besides, I know you love me, and if you had a choice, you wouldnât do it.â
Idia Shroud
âPlease⊠PleaseâŠâ Idia begged with tears in his eyes as you continued to grind your hips down on his cock, chasing your orgasm. You had jerked and sucked him off, and his dick felt like it was going to explode.
âYouâre so pretty, babyâŠâ You whisper with a soft sigh of pleasure. For such a lanky man, his size in the downstairs department was amazing. â...But you need to use your⊠fuck⊠your wordsâŠâ
The gamer didnât know if he could find the mental capacity to even whisper any other words aside from âpleaseâ and your own name. He tried, but his mouth just stayed open as a moan came out.
He was shooting blanks at this point, with drool spilling out of the side of his lips and his eyes crossing in pleasure. It hurt⊠but it hurt so good. The aching in his member just felt amazing to him.
Soon, you reached your own orgasm, and you smile down at him as his body trembles and shudders. Then, you reach for your phone to take a picture to add to a gallery of pictures like that one.
âMy collection is coming along nicely⊠mainly because the subject is beautiful when he is like this,â you teased lightly. Idiaâs face and hair glow a bright pink, knowing there were many photos in that folder. He always managed to look like an ahegao hentai character when he came, and he knew that you loved it.
âTh-Thank you⊠youâŠâ He whispered as he came down from his orgasmic highs.
Sebek Zigvolt
Before you, the young knight basically knew next to nothing about sex and how it can be used for anything besides basic reproduction. However, right now would be an example of when he was proven wrong.
Your hips were absolute magic, he was convinced. There was no way that his dick could experience so much pleasure and pain at the same time. You had alread made him come about three times, but you were on another level.
âH-Human, pleaseâŠ!â He shouts, but itâs all in-vain as he shoots another load inside of you. Yet, with how you didnât pause, he knew that you were freaky.
ââPleaseâ what, Sebek?â The smile on your face was nothing short of sadistic. Of course, you had a safeword in place just in case he was actually in pain. With how he hasnât used it yet, you took it as a green-light to continue.
âSlow down!â He responds, looking up at you.
The way his dick filled you surprised you at first with how it was so big. You havenât seen a size like his, and you were very excited about showing him the ropes of âsex for pleasureâ.
âAnd why should I?â You ask, going a bit faster with a giggle. âFuck, your cock is amazing, SebekâŠ!â
Soon, Sebek felt another orgasm coming on, and he released his fourth load inside you. Your torso was slightly bloated from how much semen was inside of you, and you finally understood why creampies were so popular during sex.
âBottleâŠâ The knight whispers, feeling absolutely exhausted. Your smile softens as you get up off of him, laying next to him. âYou need be to get you anything, Seb? Water? A snack?â You ask, but your boyfriend shakes his head as he starts to fall asleep. Even if he would never admit it, he was absolutely adorable.
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hi can you make a one shot about meankook!reader bullying sofia for being a pogue just because sofia is dating rafe? and rafe confronting meankook!reader but all the reader did was to cry because she's still not over rafe (rafe and the reader had a past đđš)
french 75
rafe cameron x meankook!reader
warning: ruthie i fear .
authors note: hi so idk if u wanted them to get together, AND I LOVE SOFIAS CHARACTER but weâre using the âtheyre not even really official and sofias so nice that sheâll probably just let this pass if rafe was still in love with his exâ excuse đ
you've been feeling out of place lately. it's not like you haven't tried to move on, but itâs hard when the people you used to spend every day with are still around, circling like ghosts of a life youâre no longer part of.
you and rafe broke things off six months ago, and since then, everythingâs been awkward. you still hang out with sarah, mostly because she doesnât make things weird. topper and kelce are around too, and sometimes topperâs new girlfriend ruthie tags along. but thereâs this unspoken tension whenever youâre all togetherâlike theyâre waiting for you to crack, or maybe youâre waiting for it.
the hardest part isnât the breakup itself. youâre used to that; breakups are part of life. no, the hardest part is seeing rafe with sofia.
you heard about her weeks ago, whispers on the island, but it wasnât real until you saw them together. inseparable. sheâs always there now, tucked into his side like she belongs there, like that used to be you. and no matter how much time passes, seeing your ex with someone else just . . . stings. like youâre stuck, still standing where you were when things ended, while rafe's already miles ahead, moving on with his life.
you havenât even thought about getting with anyone new lately, and apparently, thatâs concerning to ruthie. youâre sitting at the country club bar, arms stretched out across the table and your forehead pressed to the surface.
itâs a slow afternoon, topper and kelce are leaning against the railing a few feet away, deep in conversation. ruthieâs beside you, eyeing you with this weird mix of disgust and amusement, like you're some kind of charity case sheâs fascinated by.
âseriously? you haven't hooked up with anyone in the last month?â ruthie asks, her voice dripping with disbelief.
you can feel her staring at you, judging you, and you groan, burying your face in the table as if that might make her stop.
âtwo months?â she presses, raising an eyebrow.
âfour,â you murmur, still not lifting your head. you can practically feel her eyes widen.
âgod,â ruthie mutters under her breath, like youâre some tragic, pitiful thing. she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms and making a face like sheâs disgusted by the mere thought of it. you finally sit up, tired eyes meeting hers with a sharp look.
âokay, can you just drop it, ruthie?â you snap, though it comes out louder than you wanted it to. you rub your temples, feeling the headache creeping in. âiâm getting a fucking migraine talking to you.â
ruthie blinks, like sheâs taken aback, before her eyes narrow and her lips press into a thin line. she throws her hands up, palms facing you in a mock surrender. âwhatever,â she mutters, scoffing as she stands. sheâs muttering something under her breath before she struts off toward topper and kelce, leaving you alone at the table.
eventually, topper catches your eye from where heâs standing, mid-conversation. he doesnât say anything, just watches you for a moment before leaving them behind and walking over to where youâre still slumped in your chair.
thereâs a quiet, unspoken kindness in the way he looks at you, a soft spot heâs always had for you, even if he doesnât always say it outright.
âdid ruthie piss you off?â he asks, voice low and casual as he leans on the back of your chair.
you make a face. âsheâs just annoying,â you mutter, sitting up straighter in your chair. âi donât get why everyone still cares. itâs been weeks since rafe and sofia started whatever theyâre doing, and months since we broke up. i just want people to shut up about it already.â
topper presses his lips together, looking down but still watching you with a sideways glance, that familiar expression that says âare you done yet?â he doesnât even have to say anything.
you stare at him for a moment, realizing just how much of a buzzkill youâve been today. not that ruthie doesnât deserve itâsheâs always been the annoying one, poking at you like youâre some project sheâs trying to fix. but still . . . maybe you went too far. your eyes flick over to her standing with kelce, hands on her hips, still talking animatedly like nothing happened.
apologize? you think for a second but dismiss it. no, sheâll live.
âyou want a drink?â topper asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. âon me.â
you look up at him and just nod, too drained to argue or offer any witty remarks. topper gives a small nod back, tilting his head toward the bar in a way that tells you to âcome on.â
you push yourself up from the table, rubbing the back of your head. âthanks,â you murmur as you follow him to the bar.
you approach the counter, scanning the drink options in your head even though you know what you want already. âa french 75?â you say almost immediately.
topperâs already placing cash on the counter, giving you a nod before turning and heading back to the others. you watch him walk off, then turn back to face the bartender, but the guy is sliding topperâs money over to himself and calling over his shoulder for someone else to handle your drink, like heâs too busy.
you wait, your eyes drifting across the room, taking in the familiar faces. your friends are just off to the side, still talking, but when you face forward again, you see someone else working on your drink. a girl, back turned to you, quickly mixing things with slightly impressive speed. you tap your fingers against the counter, trying to fill the silence while you wait.
it doesnât take long. quicker than you expected, the girl is already turning around, glass in hand. âfrench 75,â she says, placing the drink on the counterâuntil her eyes meet yours, and her expression freezes. the glass hovers in her hand for a moment as if sheâs debating whether to set it down or not. her face pales, and you realize why.
sofia.
your jaw clenches instinctively, and you just stare at her. her presence alone irritates you, but seeing her behind the bar, handing you a drink, like this is normal, like everything is fine? itâs suffocating.
kelce is the first to realize whatâs going on. âoh, shit,â you hear him mutter, raising a fist to his mouth in a mix of surprise and awkward amusement. he taps topper on the shoulder to get his attention, and soon enough, topper and ruthie are glancing over, realizing who heâs staring at. they shuffle over to a nearby table, clearly coming closer to stand by you, or maybe just to watch the drama unfold.
you donât break eye contact with sofia, letting your gaze slowly trail down, taking her in from head to toe with a grimace, like youâre trying to figure out how someone like her even fits into your world, let alone into rafeâs life. sofia purses her lips, setting the glass on the counter with a sharp clink, avoiding your gaze now.
without a word, you grab the glass and turn on your heel, walking over to where your friends have settled at the new table. theyâre all looking at you, like theyâve already seen everything that happened and are just waiting for your reaction.
you sit down with a huff, glancing at them with a raised eyebrow. âwhy are we sitting here?â you ask, your voice low and laced with annoyance. itâs too closeâtoo close to the front counter, too close to her.
ruthie just shrugs, but sheâs looking past you at the bar with a little too much interest. you roll your eyes and take a sip of your drink, trying to ignore the knot twisting tighter in your chest.
ruthie leans forward, her arms crossed on the table, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she glances between you and the bar. you can almost see the gears turning in her head. âso, whatâs it like,â she asks, lowering her voice conspiratorially, âwatching your ex play house with someone so . . . beneath him?â
you sit there, caught off guard for a moment. topperâs eyes widen slightly, and he shoots ruthie a look, clearly knowing sheâs trying to stir the pot.
the truth is, you hate how rafe looks with sofia. itâs not like you can admit that out loud, but now, with ruthie pushing you, it feels like the perfect opportunity to let it out. you donât even know what comes over you.
you take a deep breath, your leg bouncing under the table, a small smile creeping onto your lips as you respond, âiâll just say, she can play house all she wants. itâs not like sheâs getting a permanent role.â
you notice topper staring at you, disbelief etched across his face. you say it so low and calculated, causing ruthie and kelce to snicker.
âheâs just keeping her around because sheâs easy, sheâs a pogue,â you continue. âno effort, no expectations. itâs not like she has anything to offer except, what, pouring drinks? fuckinâ classy.â
ruthie jumps in, her voice light but laced with sarcasm, âi almost feel bad for her. almost. but sheâll figure it out when heâs done playing.â she leans back, a mocking expression plastered on her face. âimagine being the girl who bartends at her boyfriendâs parties . . . awkward.â
itâs toxic, sure, but right now, itâs all youâve got. the laughter and banter dull the sting of seeing rafe with sofia, if only for a little while. you lean back in your chair, your smirk lingering as you watch the laughter between your friends, even if a part of you knows it wonât last.
âhey,â you hear someone murmur behind you, and your stomach drops.
just from that, you know that itâs unmistakably rafeâs voice, smooth and casual, but with an edge that sends a shiver down your spine. you whip around in your chair, dread pooling in your gut as you see him standing there, a bag in his handsâmost likely sofiaâs. he mustâve walked up from downstairs, just in time to catch the tail end of your conversation.
rafeâs gaze is locked onto sofia. the way they look at each other that makes your blood boil. you literally feel like flipping tables right now.
behind you, ruthieâs laughter cuts through the tension, but you can hear topper nudging her to shut up.
you face forward and close your mouth, focusing on tracing the bottom of your glass, pretending to be absorbed in your drink as the conversation flows at the table, about other things.
a few moments pass, and you hear footsteps approaching from behind. curiosity pulls you in, and you tilt your head just enough to catch a glimpse of rafe as he approaches.
his hand barely brushes your shoulder. you instinctively glance over your shoulder, ready to tell him to back off, but the look in his eyes is different. âcan i talk to you?â he asks.
anxiety twists in your stomach, but you mask it, meeting his gaze. you give ruthie a quick lookâa silent plea for backup or perhaps a warningâbut you know sheâs not going to say anything. sheâs too wrapped up in her own amusement, still chuckling at the earlier jab about sofia.
before you join him, you tilt your head back and quickly down the rest of your drink, earning a snort from kelce. you stand up, heart pounding in your chest as you face rafe. he stands tall. behind him, you catch sofiaâs eyes again. sheâs watching you, and you can see the faint flicker of concern in her expression. itâs irritating and satisfying all at once.
âletâs go,â rafe says, his voice low, and he turns to walk away, prompting you to follow him. you take a deep breath, stealing one last glance at your friends, who exchange looks before you slip out of their sight.
he leads you downstairs and out of the building. the chatter and laughter from the downstairs restaurant fade behind you. you can feel rafeâs anger practically radiating off him.
he spins around to face you, eyes blazing. âwhat the hell was that all about?â his voice is low but intense. âis this the new game youâre playing? you think talking shit about sofia is going to make you look good?â
the offense courses through you like a wave, your jaw clenching at his accusation. âyouâre kidding, right?â you shoot back. âyouâre the one who moved on like it was nothing. do you really expect me to sit here and pretend itâs fine? to just be okay with you and your new girlfriend flaunting it in everyoneâs face?â
rafeâs eyes narrow, his frustration deepening. âlook, i get that youâre feeling some type of way, but doing that with our friends of all people isnât going to change anything between us.â
you furrow your eyebrows. âi donât know what you want me to say. you want me to be happy for you? itâs not that simple,â you retort. âitâs a joke that you think iâm going to sit here and pretend iâm okay with everything while youâre acting like you didnât just move on in record time.â
his expression hardens, and you can see the muscles in his jaw flex as he fights for control. âyou donât get it, do you?â he says, stepping closer. âthis isnât about you. itâs about sofia and me. if you really cared, youâd respect that.â
ârespect?â you scoff. âyou want respect after everything? you think just because youâre with her, everything should be okay? youâre so self-absorbed that you canât even see how messed up this is for me.â
rafe shakes his head, âand you think this is easy for me? watching you act like a child while iâm trying to move on? itâs not just about you anymore, y/n. youâre not the only one whoâs hurting.â
his words hit harder than you expect, a punch to the gut that leaves you momentarily speechless. you take a breath, trying to compose yourself. âthen why donât you act like it? youâre so busy playing house with sofia that you donât even care how it looks from my side. itâs like you donât give a damn about what we had.â
âwhat we had is over!â rafe snaps, and you take a small step back. âyou need to let it go. itâs not my fault you canât handle seeing me with someone else. youâre the one making this harder than it needs to be.â
he takes a step back this time, and you can see the hurt lingering just below the surface. his voice cuts through the air, âyou have no business being in this. sofia isnât even my girlfriend, and itâs been six months. you need to let go of whatever this is.â
âso what? just because you say itâs over, iâm supposed to be fine? you moved on so fast, rafe. how can you just act like itâs nothing?â
he rolls his eyes. âyouâre the one making this a problem. i saw you with that guy a few months back. so donât act like youâre sitting here heartbroken. youâre clearly over me!â
the breath catches in your throat, anger twisting into something deeper, more painful. âthat was the first and last time i was even with anyone since we broke up, rafe! i didnât want to be with him! i was just trying to get over you, to stop feeling like this.â your voice shakes as you speak, youâre crumbling in front of him.
âthen why are you acting like this?â he demands.
you canât hold it in any longer. âbecause iâm not over you!â you scream, the words ripping from your throat with a desperation that leaves you breathless. rafe blinks at you in stunned silence, his expression shifting from anger to something softer, almost vulnerable.
your walls finally come crashing down, and you feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. itâs humiliating to admit it all. âiâve been a bitch because iâm not . . . over you, rafe. and i donât think i ever have been.â the admission slips from your lips, and you can see the surprise flicker across his face. âand everyone keeps talking to me, asking about you, and then all the stuff about sofia when people started seeing you guys around the island . . . itâs just exhausting! iâm tired, rafe. iâm so tired.â
a tear spills down your cheek. you wipe it away angrily, frustrated with yourself for showing weakness. rafe steps closer, his expression softening, but the distance between you still feels vast.
âyou think i donât care?â he says quietly, the anger draining from his tone. the silence hangs heavy between you, your breaths coming in shaky intervals as he processes your words. ây/n,â he starts, but you canât hold back any longer.
âitâs just . . . itâs so hard to watch you move on with someone who feels like a shadow of what we had,â you mumble. âevery time i see you with sofia, itâs like a knife twisting in my chest. and i know i shouldnât feel this way. i know i should be happy for you, and i am, but i donât know how to move on when youâre still so present in my life, even when youâre not really in it. and it makes me feel pathetic. i thought i was strong enough to handle it, but every time i think iâm over you, it just hits me all over again. like iâm right back at square one, and i donât know how to let go.â
your voice cracks on that last word, and suddenly the dam breaks. you donât mean to, but everything comes rushing out. âiâm fucking mad at you. iâm mad at myself. i hate that i still care about you. i hate that i canât even walk into a room without wondering if youâll be there, or hear your name without feeling like someone just punched me in the gut.â the tears start streaming down your face, and you wipe at them furiously, embarrassed to be falling apart in front of him like this.
rafe just stands there, watching you with an intensity that makes your chest ache even more. âand sofia,â you continue, voice barely above a whisper now, âgod, i hate her. i hate her. but not because of who she is. because sheâs with you. because sheâs standing where i used to stand, and i donât know how to deal with that. i donât know how to stop feeling like iâve been replaced.â
you let out a shaky breath, trying to pull yourself together, but the tears keep falling. âi donât know how to let go of you, rafe. i donât think i ever learned how.â
for a moment, rafe doesnât say anything, and youâre terrified that youâve just completely exposed yourself, that youâve made a fool of yourself
ârafe,â you whisper, feeling exposed, vulnerable. âiâm sorry.â
he steps forward again, and before you can say anything else, he cups your face in his large hands. âwhat the hell is wrong with you?â you breathe, staring into his eyes before gazing at his lips like theyâre a threat. âget off of me.â
he keeps his hands cupping your face, his thumb coming up to brush any wetness away from underneath your eyes, his voice low, âyâknow, iâve missed you, y/n. more than you know.â
you blink up at him in shock, your tears momentarily forgotten.
âi donât wanna keep pretending. i donât wanna keep fighting this,â he murmurs, and in a heartbeat, his lips are on yours.
the kiss is slow at first, hesitant, like heâs testing the waters, unsure if this is what you want. but the second your lips meet his, everything else fades away, a rush of emotions flooding in. itâs as if all the anger, sadness, and longing come crashing together, igniting something inside you that you thought had flickered out.
his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, and you feel yourself melting into him, like this is the only thing thatâs made sense in a long time.
you kiss him back with equal fervor, pouring everything into itâmonths of heartache, yearning, and unfulfilled desire. your hands find their way to his collar, gripping it tightly as you lose yourself in the moment.
the world blurs around you, and all you can focus on is himâthe way his lips move against yours, the warmth of his hand on your skin, the way your heart is pounding so hard you can barely breathe. itâs the first time youâve kissed him since the breakup, and itâs everything. too much, too fast, but exactly what youâve both been craving. he tastes like everything youâve missed, and the warmth of his body against yours feels like coming home.
when you finally pull back, both of you breathless, your foreheads rest against each other, eyes locked. his thumb moves, brushing lightly against your bottom lip, and your heart skips a beat. âfrench 75,â he whispers, like heâs tasted something familiar.
he knows. of course, he knows. he always knew your favorite drink. he can taste it on your tongue. you canât help itâyour lips twitch into a small smile, despite the tears still clinging to your lashes.
erm guys was that lowkey fastpaced as fuck.
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Cheating Heart
Pairing: John Price x F!Reader
Synopsis:Â Your feeling for John were wrong -- horribly wrong -- but when you see your current boyfriend in bed with another woman, what's to hold you back anymore? (18+)
Word Count: 20.8k
Warnings: Cheating, toxic relationship, angst, fluff, depictions of violence and gore in flashbacks, unhealthy coping mechanisms, smut, breeding kink, praise kink, Protective!Price, vulgar language, porn with an incredible amount of plot
A/N: Literally just supposed to be smut practice and I turned it into a novel lmfao. I should be getting back to requests after this.
*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*
You slap a hand onto Soapâs bicep as you slide past the Scot, laughing loudly. The C-17 was still whirring behind you, the engines rumbling and shaking the air over your heads like great waves. Soap had asked you to go out with everyone for drinks at a local bar here in your city, not a moment prior. He was being quite persistent about it.
âAh, câmon, Little Lady,â The mohawked man grumbles, jogging to catch up to your fast form. Shit, you really needed a shower â your pores were packed with blood and dirt, âItâs just a few minutes from Base! Weâll all get steaminâ in no time.â
 âHell,â Your body aches, but thereâs a promise of hot water and clean clothes in your Barracks, making your feet move over the tarmac faster. Showering after a tough deployment was better than sex, âIâd love to, man, but you know that Leon makes me homemade meals when I get back home. Sorry, but I hope I make up for it by saying Iâd take a bar burger and a drink over his lasagna any day. That thing could kill a horse.âÂ
Soap chuckles, eyes sparkling, and you send him an inquiring glance, âPriceâll be out with us.â
Your lips thin, the M13 strapped over your back suddenly ten times heavier and digging into your shoulder blades. Inside your chest, your heart sparks to life.
âMacTavishâŠâ You warn, eyes narrowing at the stocky male, âCareful where your words go â I have a boyfriend. Plus, idiot, whatever it is your implying is insanely against workplace policy.â
âYeah, but that boyfriend of yours treats you like shite.â
âHey!â Yelling, your eyebrows turn in with a glare, finger pointing at his chest, âThat was uncalled for, Asshat.â
Frowning, you watch Soapâs hand go scratch at the back of his head as his optics dart away, grumbling, âI donât think it was if Iâm being honest. Not exactly a prime choice in a partner youâve got there.âÂ
The two of you make it to the front doors of the Barracks building, and you huff in annoyance. You were quickly deciding that not even a shower would make you feel better if this conversation continued. It was bordering on too much for your tired brain, sinking needles into your heart and dripping poison.Â
Soap wasnât lying, of course, your boyfriend was a piece of work and everyone knew it. Not only did Leon get pissed when you had to go on deployments â which you didnât have control over â but he had also made a habit of being a bitch when you came back lately. There was never a chance to relax anymore, and what was worse was that it hadnât always been like that. Part of you had tried to empathize with him because it was probably hard for someone's significant other to be away most of the time.
Like that gives him an excuse, You think, face heating with resentment as you remember the last argument Leon had dragged you into.
It was the day before your current deployment began nearly four months ago. Leon had gotten angry that you werenât able to tell him where you were being shipped off to, and, like usual, had made the last day you saw him pure hell.Â
âOh, so Itâs my fault that Iâm concerned?!â He was screaming at the top of his lungs, his voice bouncing off the ceiling, âI get it â Iâm the problem for wanting you home and safe.â
âMy job is important, Leon!â Attempting to keep your cool, you take deep breaths. Teeth nash against your bottom lip and rip it to pieces as you use the pain to call away from the tears stuck in the ducts of your eyes, âYouâre acting like what I do doesnât affect the world. I need to go, otherwise, bad people areââ
âIs that what you tell yourself? Fuck me, how goddamn stupid could you be?!â
Leon growls, sending you scathing glances as he begins to pace the living room.
âNow youâre just being rude,â You whisper, whipping at your cheeks and gathering teardrops on your sleeves, âYou know I canât control when John sends me out with him and 141! Theyâre my team!â
Mentioning your Captain was a mistake and you knew it just as Johnâs name came out of your mouth. Leon pauses â his body going very still.
âJohn,â He whispers, eyes lit with burning fire, âSince when have you started calling him by his first name?â
âLeonââ You tried to salvage the situation but it was already too late. Your boyfriend snarls out accusation after accusation.
âI knew it! Youâre cheating on meââ
âNo, Iâm not!â Pleading with someone to listen can only get you so far, âWeâre close because we're always together â just like with the rest of the boys!â Leon shakes his head, hands clenched at his sides and vibrating with rage. Loyalty meant so much to you, trying to imagine a world where you would physically go out and cheat on your boyfriend was like seeing a unicorn out on the street. Your feet take you closer to Leon as the tensions rise, âYouâre not listening! Listen to me!â
âWhy the hell should I listen to a fucking whore!?â
The memory leaves you tense, remembering for a moment the sound of a tossed lamp and the shattering that followed soon after as it hit the floor. It was silly, but that lamp that Leon had thrown in anger was a family heirloom; something immeasurably precious to you. It was the last object you had left from your Grandma. Now, the remains were probably stuffed in a garbage bag somewhere, but you wouldnât know because you had left with your duffel bag and slept at Base. At the very least you could hope your Leon cut his fingers picking up the pieces of glass. Â
You had thought that everyone hadnât noticed anything wrong, but had been catching concerned glances when you went into the cafeteria with thick bags under your eyes the next day; hair tangled and matted from your fingers.
Price had brought you outside, only pausing slightly before laying a heavy hand on your arm and squeezing. The man had bent slightly to look you in the eyes, head tilting so his hat blocked the sun from your eyes.Â
âLove?â His eyes had been warm, creased with concern around the edges â an emotion you never received from Leon. When you just stared at your Captain, he hummed in the back of his throat, âYou alright down there?â
Before you could do anything you might regret, you shook off his grip and disappeared back into the cafeteria. You didnât eat that day and the next you were off on deployment.
â--soon?â
You blink, noticing Soap had begun walking ahead of you, his gear clinking.
âWhat?â You ask dumbly, âSorry, I spaced out.â
Soap smirks, looking at you strangely, âI said Iâll see ya soonâŠhopefully out with the rest of us tonight?â He raises an eyebrow expectantly with a grin and you force out a half-assed huff. Trying to mask the unease in your blood.Â
You had been gone four months instead of the intended three with Soap out in Russia on a Black Op, fighting back in a war that no one would ever hear of. Distinctly, you wondered if John was mad at you for how you acted toward him before you left.
âNo promises, Suds,â Striding down the hallway you take the turn on the right leading to the womenâs barracks, your back turned as Soap continues to subtly plead to you.Â
If you took the time to look into it, you would have realized that the man was concerned for you; his thought process was to keep you away from Leon for as long as he could so you might come to your senses.
âIâll see you at 0900, then! Donât keep everyone waiting, yeah? Been too long since youâve been out with the rest of us!âÂ
His voice falls away as you open the door to the joint female changing room and showers. Only when the hum of the air conditioning overhead blocks out everything else do you speak.
âYouâre nothing if not persistent, MacTavish,â Putting your palms into your eyes, you press until you see stars and take a deep breath.Â
Filling your lungs you hold the air trapped and begin to count to five, letting the tension in your shoulders leave as you breathe out. The room was empty of anyone else, white-walled, and tiled floors with rows of metal lockers you needed a key to get into. Digging into your vest pocket, you produce the one you would need to enter yours.
It was the one in the middle of the room, with access to the emergency door in the back and a clear view of the front door as well. Some traits stick with you when you join one of the best forces on the planet.
Since you lived around here, everything you would need was already in the locker, including a gray shirt, baggy sweats, fresh undergarments â thank God â and spare boots. Your duffel bag of belongings was still on the C-17 and set to go through inspection before you could get it back.
Groaning and deading the inevitable stack of reports you would have to go through, plus the thoughts of what to do tonight, you sit on the rickety wooden bench and begin to take off strap after strap of your uniform.Â
âThis is gonna be one hell of a problem, Isnât it?â You mutter, body slouching with more and more fatigue as the seconds draw on.Â
Maybe I should just stay here, You wonder to yourself, Say the hell with it to both of them and have a girl's night in. Watching a sad movie and crying over a bucket of fucking ice cream sounds better than fighting with Leon or trying to ignore John.
Chucking off your combat vest, you clench your jaw in agitation. Why couldnât things be simple? Why couldnât you just break it off with your boyfriend and be done? It was obvious the love that was there before was goneâŠbut you had known Leon since high school. You bite your lip. There were so many good memories.Â
John, as he usually does, weasels his way into your mind from the gaps.Â
You unlock your locker and slam the door open so that the hinges rattle back in anguish. Shucking off your M13 your shaking hands all but toss the attached strap on the hook inside as you try to force the brown-haired Brit from your consciousness. You canât call it love or lust, but somewhere in the spaces between missions and spent bullets you had grown fond of him in a way you couldnât describe. John. Your Captain.Â
As your knives and pistol are placed in the above cubie you run over hand over your face once more, pausing to breathe deeply before regaining motion. Putting your head on the lockerâs cool metal corner, your eyes close tightly.Â
The Black Op with Soap had been hard. You had been trying to strangle every emotion down like the ball in your throat when the Scot brought up Price or Leon during muttered conversations.Â
âThatâs why the Captain likes you so much, then!â
âThe boy of yours is a pure dafty â why the hell would he say that to you?!â
âPriceâll have my head if you take another shot for me.â
âThe two of you would make a fine lookenâ couple, yâknow. No missinâ the way he looks at youâŠHey, now! I meant it as a compliment! Stop hittenâ me woman!â
You shouldnât be feeling like this. Why were you feeling like this? Leon was a dick sure, but you both had fond memories together â youâd known him for more than half of your life! When you thought of someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with it was alwaysâŠ
Your eyes harden as reality sets in.Â
John.Â
âFuck!â Reeling backward, you curl your left fist and send it right into the locker beside your own.Â
Immediately a sparking of pain ripples down your limb like lighting, firing off nerves and heating the skin as blood rushes to the affected area. Hunching your shoulderâs in, you bite your tongue and tip your head down.Â
Your heart is hammering so hard you hear it echo through the room, bouncing off the tall ceiling â Knock-knock.Â
Blinking, you look up, staring in confusion into the depths of your locker before you realize that wasnât your heart at all.Â
A distinctly male voice calls your name from behind the barrier, and suddenly you know why they werenât coming in. Closing your eyes and sighing, you back up and stare at the door silently. The man calls your name again, accent muffled as knuckles rasp.
Someoneâs knocking on the doorâŠ? Why would they do that? You wondered, Itâs unlocked.
âI know youâre in there â the Sergeant told me where I could find you,â You could imagine the person you had just been thinking about nodding as he always does during conversations; dark eyebrows animated, â We need to have a word before you clean up, yeah?â
âPrice?â You ask, face tightening as you recognize the speech pattern before he even finishes talking. Could you really not get a moment's peace around here? Shaking out your hand, which was bleeding by the knuckles and leaves droplets on the floor, you stutter out, âW-what are you doing in the girlâs barracks?â
Your heart was already running faster than it had a moment ago. You didnât want to talk to him right now.
The Captain sighs behind the door, and under the crack you see a shadow shuffle from one foot to the other. His voice lowers, losing that formal tone for a second. Your body reacts even as you tell it not to, and your breath gets shallow and your pupils are blown wide. âWould you open the door so I can talk to you, please, Love? I wouldnât be here if it wasnât important.â
Sucking down a breath your large muscle palpitates heavily behind your ribcage. Did you really have a choice?
John, separated from you but still sensing your hesitation, feels his eyes narrow. He hadnât been able to stop thinking about your last interaction before you left; the way your eyes were red-rimmed and dull. It had weighed on him more than he liked to admit for those few months, and it wasnât like he could call to check-in.Â
Black Ops meant no contact, and your safety was always his priority before anything else. He waited. So when Soap had knocked on Johnâs office door, the two of you back at Base unannounced, and had looked at him with creased eyes he had known immediately something was wrong.Â
For a moment, his heart had stopped, thinking you were injured. But Johnnyâs next words stopped him.Â
âThe girlâs been acting strange, Price. I canât find any sense behind it â been that way damn near ever since we shipped out. Little Ladyâs worrying me. Sheâs not right and I donât know how to fix it.â
Maybe this was a mistake, John thinks, eyes narrowing as he itches at his beard, forcing the heated image in his mind away like it burned him. He didnât know what he felt about you, but the knowledge that you had a boyfriend didnât sway his sense of loyalty. Even if being around you made his chest tighten and his thoughts run.
If you were in the right headspace the door would have already been open. But then again you were in the locker room. The Captainâs head jerks back, trying not to imagine you naked just behind a thin barrier as his chest sucks in a sharp breath.Â
It wasnât his place to think of such things. To imagine you beautifully naked, laying under him and gasping out his name wasâŠit was immoral. You deserve better than that. But damn it if the thought didnât make his pants tighten.
A shadow moves under the door and Price straightens his spine, taking a step back before bringing his attention back to the present. Taking a deep breath, he lets it out slowly.Â
Your hand lays on the door knob stiffly, shirt already untucked and boots unlaced. You probably looked a mess, you thought to yourself, sticking your tongue out of the side of your mouth with nerves. Freezing, your heart skips a beat.
Why did you care?
Growling under your breath, you swing the door open and plaster a smile over your bitten-to-hell lips that wouldnât convince a blind man.Â
âSir,â You say, body coiled as your eyes trail your Captainâs figure.
John Price was the same man you remembered. Tall and fit, wearing an army green long-sleeved athletic shirt and cargo pants tucked into boots mirroring your own. Watching his muscles writhe, he crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head â where the old bucket hat sits covering his shorter brown locks.Â
The hallway lights were doing wonders for his complexion.Â
âDoâŠyou need something, Price?â Maybe if you didnât look at him your head wouldnât get fuzzy?Â
Your eyes shifted up and down the hallways as if you were doing something illegal, listening to his breath and the rattle of his throat as he made a sound.Â
If people saw the two of you rumors would start; you could almost hear them now.
âDid you see her talking to Captain Price outside the locker room?!â
âLord, doesnât she have a boyfriend here in the city? I feel bad for him...Sheâll start one hell of an internal investigation.â
âNo loyalty at all. I bet she likes sneaking around. Hey, do you think sheâs sleeping with him?! Holy fuck I bet she is!â
â--Love? Hey, hey, Love, look at me, would you?â You blink back to reality, clearing your throat and tensing as a hand levels on your shoulder.Â
Staring at Johnâs chest, you shake your head.
âSorry, Sir, just tired,â You attempt a chuckle but it sounds like a balloon deflating, âLong mission, you know?â
Your eyes are boring holes in Johnâs chest, not willing to move anywhere else as your face begins to burn. His hand was so firm, warm, how would it feel when it was digging into the flesh of your thighs? Your waist? Would he be rough like the calluses on his hands would imply? Or would he handle you delicately like his guns, flicking over the safety and caressing the cool metal?
Shut the fuck up!
A moment passes before you notice your Captain hadnât responded to you. Frowning, you throw him a quick glance and see him intently looking at your clenched, shaking, left hand. His blue eyes are dark, lips frozen in a thin line that has your lungs shriveling and a shiver running down your spine. You try not to follow the tensing of his lower abdominal muscles or the shifting of his large hips as his feet move.
Stop it, You plead with yourself, Please just stop. This isnât right. Whatâs wrong with me?
That was the moment you noticed the blood dripping down your fingers, flooding from split knuckles and dotting the floor in red. Widening your eyes, you snap the hand behind your back in panic, clothes rustling.
âUh,â You fumble, pulse so loud you can hear it in your ear as sweat slicks the back of your neck. Stuttering, you canât find the words to continue before John speaks.
âTell me,â He orders, voice so baritone and raspy you feel it rattle in your stomach; at that moment itâs not John youâre speaking to â itâs your Captain. You move out of his hold but he takes a step forward anyways, âNow.â
Freezing, you gape like a fish, mouth moving but no words come out to grace the manâs ears. Johnâs heart is pounding, snapping from the hidden hand to your eyes that lack the spark they usually had. He hadnât seen that bit of light in your eyes for a long time and ached to find out why. What had happened? Why were you avoiding him? You usually went straight to his office after you got back from being separated from him â even if you were full of blood and dirt with bags lining your eyes.Â
Johnâs hands clench, jaw following suit.Â
You sigh shakily, swallow down saliva, and try not to throw up.Â
âI-IâŠâ Moving your head, your fingers shake. How could you explain your situation? Tell your Captain â who you have complicated feelings for â that you wanted to end things with Leon because of him? Fuck, do you tell him how shitty your boyfriendâs been? That wasnât his business and certainly not his problem. It was better if you held your tongue and suffered, a part of you knew, because the infection of misplaced guilt was wrapped around your heart like thorns.
John would think less of you for staying with Leon for this long; probably put you on leave to figure it out yourself.Â
No, You try to tell yourself, He wouldnât do that â this is John weâre talking about. Heâs kind to me and, if anything, heâd be just as pissed as I am about it.Â
That you knew was true. John would go to war to make sure you were alright; he had.
The man was silently standing, patient with you even as the telltale sign of concern and muted irritation were painted on his face. John had always been a gentleman â holding doors open for you, letting you sleep in when the nightmares got to you and left you huddled in a corner for hours. He had found your favorite candy on an Op in Italy and bought you some for fucks sake!
But nothing made sense anymore and everything felt like it was at a breaking point. You liked Price â and hated Leon â and that fact nearly sent you spiraling into hysterics. You had been with your boyfriend for so long; he had been everything to you.Â
Leon had helped you get through deaths in your family, and before the fighting started, ordered you flowers when you came back from deployments; Leon cooked and cleaned without you having to ask. He knew your life story possibly better than you did, and you knew his.
Your entire life was spent with him. Who were you if all of it suddenly ended? Years of your life thrown away for nothing.
If there was one thing that everyone on Base knew besides that your boyfriend was a bitch, it was that you hated change more than anything. Ironic, considering the profession you were in.Â
You just needed silence â space to breathe without getting suffocated. But maybe what you really wanted was for John to fucking hug you. To feel his bear arms wrap around you and squeeze the stubborn tears out of your eyes as you sob. When was the last time you actually cried, anyways? John would make it better; hold you like he cared about you. Like how he had in Madagascar when a bullet got lodged in your side. You swore you saw him cry that day, beautiful blues shiny as your blood pooled out of his heavy, adrenaline-shaking, fingers. The body of the man who jumped you both lay dead and filled with more metal than a construction zone not a few feet away, gurgling.Â
That man was supposed to be the target â Hubert Antonin â and you were both supposed to bring him in alive; you never got execute authority.Â
But Price had unloaded the clip on him right as you cried out in pain.
âStay with me, Princess, câmon. Keep your eyes open for meâŠLook at me, Love. Hey, I promised Iâd get yaâ back safe. Donât make me lie, now, yeah?â
A weak, velvety, chuckle meets the humid air. It was startling, watching him lose his composure like that.
âIt b-burns, John. IâŠI canâtââ
âI know, Sweetheart, I know. Iâll get you fixed up and good to go soon, Copy? Just like new,â His wild eyes snapped back and forth as your eyesight gets blurry, lids flickering like a candleâs flame, âWhere the fuckenâ hell is Evac?!... No, no, noâŠWhat did I just tell you â Keep those eyes open, Muppet!â
When you were stable in the Med Ward of the local Base, the man had brought you to his chest, letting you feel the rampaging of his heart and the uneven breaths on the top of your head. His hands tightened over you, fingers brushing up and down over your arms. Like he was worshiping you just for living. For being there.
âAttagirl. Just let me hold you for a minute, yeah?âÂ
As you recovered, he never let you out of his sight.Â
If you thought about it too hard, that was perhaps the first instance when you knew something was very wrong with you for liking the feeling of his skin touching yours. His body heat melting into you in such a tight embrace it left you crying into his chest in thankfulness. You had never felt that when hugging Leon â Leon hated hugs to the point you had to beg him to hold you.Â
But thinking about that was just another pipedream. Nothing about John Price and yourself would ever come to light as being anything more than partners on the Task Force.Â
He was your Captain. You were working under him.Â
You had a boyfriend. John had a valuable asset.Â
But you really wanted him to be yours. And, never mind how Price felt about you and if it was the same twisted form of disloyalty or lust, you still hated yourself for it. For feeling so deeply.
âNo,â You respond blankly to Johnâs request for an explanation ofâŠeverything, but canât look into his eyes to see the shock that sparks.Â
John's shoulders tense, jaw going slack. He gains his senses, but itâs already too late.Â
Jerking back into the locker room, you slam it shut behind you and snap the lock in place, feeling the quivering of your lips as the first sob builds.Â
Your skin was dirty and layered with grime, hair matted, and gear in need of deep cleaning. But that feeling you carried didnât change even as you took a shower, wiping away everything down a drain with red-tinged water as a shadow hesitated for a long moment before confidently moving away from the front door.
You still felt disgusting.Â
â
Nothing you did made sense to him.Â
John was walking away from the locker room with measured steps, head pounding. People passed by and gave him strange looks, but his eyes were dead ahead, glaring at everything and nothing at the same time. This wasnât like you at all.Â
Sheâs been acting strange for months, why havenât I bloody checked in sooner? Your actions reminded him of a ghost â walking around the halls at night and steadily dimming. The whole team had seen it; how there was a weight eating at you. Price and the others had tried to get you to talk to no avail.Â
I need to do something about this, He tells himself as a thought worms its way into his brain.
Could she be angry at me? Now that he thought about it, every time he was near you trying to engage in a conversation you froze and made some excuse to not speak. And with how you looked at him before you slammed the door in his faceâŠJohn had stayed shell-shocked behind the barrier with half a mind to rush in and demand you tell him what was wrong.Â
But he knew that would only make it worse. Â
âShe needs time to cool off,â He mutters under his breath, rubbing at his forehead with his fingers and holding his head for a moment, âGet her head on straight.â
But what if you never chose to seek him out after the fact? Could he handle that?Â
Why do I want her to come to me when sheâs hurting? He wonders with a clenched jaw.
Taking a corner and leaving the Womenâs Barracks, John sighs as he walks on. His feelings were getting in the way again â his feelings about you that he had tried to choke down like whisky. Ironic, that it left the same burning sensation in his neck. There was only so much he could do about them, truth be told, because everything about you made the Captain want to disregard every order heâs given.Â
It wasnât right, it was the definition of wrong in both of your lines of work, but this was the one situation he didnât know how to fix. So he kept silent.Â
You had a boyfriend, and that was enough to stay his tongue and keep him watching from a distance.
John made it back to his office quickly and quietly, but would soon find that trying to get reports done was impossible. When his pen would hit the paper his mind would blank, and many times he would have to re-read the contents over and over to retain anything.Â
âFuck,â He breathes out, baring his teeth and leaning back in his chair.Â
The most he could do was sit there and wait until tonight; hoping that the bar that Soap was bringing the Task Force to had good Whisky.Â
Try as he might, he knows getting drunk would only make him think of you more.
â
The car ride to your house was spent in silence, a sheen of rain making the sky dark. Under you, the fake leather seats are cold, leaving you shivering even as you were wrapped in a thick sweatshirt and your spare cargo pants. Gripping the wheel tighter as the quiet road went on and on ahead of you, the street lamps shine on the old sidewalks corralling you in.Â
You had made the tough decision to surprise Leon when you got home.Â
Lips thinning, all you can hope is that the stewing anger that had been left behind had calmed and not worsened. But Leon held grudges, and, unfortunately, so did you. Your Grandmaâs lamp still made your heart ache if you thought about it too much; left bitter tears and a bare esophagus behind.
He had stepped over a big line â one you werenât sure you could forgive him for. Sighing and shaking your head, you watch the dark road as the chilled cloud of condensation is expelled from your mouth. It seems you had forgotten to turn the heat on too.Â
Taking a turn, you pull the vehicle to a slow stop as its brakes squeal. Months of sitting in the Baseâs underground garage would do that to you, but you still grimace at the noise that makes your face tense. Maybe Ghost would fix up your car like last time so you wouldnât have to fork over a fortune at the dealership downtown.Â
You canât hide the small smile that comes at the idea. Simon pretended to be such a grump all the time, but he had his moments.
Coming to a full stop, you turn the car to park and look outside through the deluge.Â
âAt least that hasnât changed,â You utter, breath fogging the window as lashes of rainwater race down the glass, âIt still looks as perfect as ever.âÂ
The house was brightly lit, painted white, and had a large Oak door in the center. In the front, there was a black iron fence with a small gate and a latch. Looking, a prickly sensation enters your body and your fingers twitch over the wheel inexplicably. Your eyes run from one window to the other, all with warm light streaming out from behind the curtains, and furrow. With one hand you go to itch at your nose.
Why were all the lights on anyways? Itâs like ten at nightâŠNot the point, Iâm stalling.
âJust go and speak to him,â You mutter to yourself, nodding firmly. But your lungs contracted in your ribcage in blatant retaliation.Â
You wished playing therapist with yourself was easier.
Turning off the car and stuffing the keys in your pants pocket, you unclipped your seatbelt and turned to grab your small carry bag. Since the Base was so close there was really no need to bring your duffel bag. Youâd be back there tomorrow for de-briefings with Price anyways; writing out papers and sighing confidentiality documents until your eyes bled. Would John bring you tea this time to help you stay awake? Or would he give you that look that meant â âGo to sleep right now, or do I have to order you to your bed?â
John would give in occasionally, and sit with you as you worked. He would read, or, you would take a break and play trivia with him; sometimes you asked him to tell stories. You really liked his stories.Â
On even rarer cases, when the contents of the report brought up bad memories that left your face blank, he would tell you one of his tales unprompted. Usually, after that warm and selfless event, you would wake up back in your bed without the knowledge of ever falling asleep at all. But there would always be a note. Handwritten on your nightstand.Â
John Price hand wrote you notes on crappy lined paper with his chicken scratch lettering. You remembered blushing every time you got one and had your favorite memorized word for word. It had meant so much to get one, Leon never wrote letters.Â
âGuess my stories are more boring than I knew, Love, you passed out nearly immediately into the first one. Do me a favor, yeah, and sleep in today? Donât worry about morning drills. Iâve already dismissed you. Sleep tight.Â
â Johnâ
Clenching your jaw, you shake your head and close your eyes. Thinking about seeing him tomorrow makes you sick. Â
More opportunities to make a fool of myself and cause him to hate me. God, I fucking slammed a door in his face because I couldnât get a grip. Whatâs wrong with me? He doesnât deserve that.
You canât keep living like this anymore, you try to tell yourself as you dig through your bag. Grabbing your phone, youâre about to shove it in your pocket beside the keys when it lights up, showcasing the wallpaper of you and the boys on a past Op from years ago.Â
Everyone had their full gear on, weapons around fronts, and armed to the teeth. Full of blood and other substances.Â
It was your favorite picture and you even had it printed out on your nightstand at Base.
John had his arm over your shoulder, staring at you softly with his head covered by his hat â which had burn marks on it â as you pointed a finger into Gazâs smug, smile-split, face. Soapâs laughing and holding his stomach as Ghost at his side has a hand to his masked face in exasperation.Â
You blink in surprise at the text message from your Sergeant as it pops up.
âSoapâs texting me?â Your mind wonders, and you roll your eyes, âI already said I wasnât going out.â Not looking and turning your phone off, you shove it in your pocket but canât hide the small sense of annoyance, âI spent four months with the guy in Russia, sorry, but I need a break from him before my brain explodes.â
Opening the car door, you flinch as rain batters your head and stains your clothes, but you just swing your bag over your shoulder and slam it shut behind you. Locking it with the fob, you make your way quickly to the front door, slipping past the metal gate without mishap and jogging over the lawn to the two front steps. Scaling them, you stand under the portico and look behind you, gazing up and down the street. You watch for a moment the family who lives across the street â they were watching a movie in the living room, huddled on the couch.Â
Jerking your head back, you take out your house key and insert it into the lock with a grim face. Twisting, your skin shivers once more as a bout of wind shakes your baggy clothes just as you hear the familiar click of the front door unlocking.Â
But that damn lamp. Grandmaâs lamp. And Johnâs blue eyes filled with concern for you. His hands.Â
When had this place stopped being home for you?
âJust speak to him,â You repeat a second time, gripping the doorknob, âGet it over with like an adult and forgive each otherâŠâÂ
You clench your jaw and wrench the door open, shaking your head to dispel the water weighing the locks down like a wet dog. Stepping inside with heavy feet, you close the door quietly behind you and lock it.Â
âLeonâŠ?â You wonder out loud, slipping your gaze from the empty couch to the blaring TV as you slip off your boots. Muttering under your breath you add, âWhere are you?â
â--And in more local news, the grand opening of the downtown cafĂ©Â âFour Horsemanâ has wracked in a whopping profit ofââ
Your fingers flicked off the news, the womanâs voice suddenly halting from the speakers. Frowning, your ears twitch.Â
Whatâs that noise?
âOh, Leon!â Freezing, your legs tense, hands at your sides gradually tightening into fists. Blinking in surprise, your heart begins to pump adrenaline through your veins with the efficiency of a racehorse. You donât know that voice, âJust like that!â
But you werenât stupid.
A certain type of dread infects your brain that leaves your mouth opening in shock; eyebrows peeling back to travel up your forehead. Before you tell yourself that it was better just to leave the house now, while your mind is unbroken, you canât stop your already moving feet.Â
You barrel down the hallway to get to the master bedroom, where you shove on the already partially open barrier with a heavy slam. Rage burns in your gut, spreading like a disease into the thin tissue and bleeding out; proliferating with relentless reach. Â
Leon was over a random girl in your bed, half-naked and pants already being dragged down his hips by feminine legs. The woman was already bare, perfect skin glowing in the low light of red candles.Â
Your rage freezes with a layer of thin ice, and your heart hammers. Sweat gathers in your clenched palms as the strangerâs scream enters the room. Both were already watching you in horror. Leon halts his actions of being knuckle-deep in the girl â the woman had seen you and snapped her hands to the ruined sheets of your bed to try and cover herself with a desperate scream.
âLeon?!â She yells out, face becoming bright as the scent of expensive perfume makes your nose twitch, âWho the fuck is that?!âÂ
Blankly, you turn your head to look at your boyfriend â former boyfriend.Â
âYeah, Leon,â Youâre surprised by the firmness of your voice, the dead tone hurled out with no remorse. It betrays how you really feel. Tears burn the backs of your eyes, and your lungs hurt when you suck in quiet breaths to help your composure, âDo you wanna explain who I am? Or just how youâre fucking another woman on our bed.â
Leonâs eyes are comically wide, mouth agape and fluttering. Cruel satisfaction brews in your heart as your lips flicker into a dark smirk; anger was better than tears, you decided.Â
âOur bed?! You said you were single!â The woman gasps, snapping her head to the man still above her, âGet the hell off me!âÂ
Shoving Leon, you watch the girl scramble to grab her clothes all over the floor as she apologizes to you.Â
âI-Iâm so sorry, I didnât know that he hadââ
âJust get out, please,â You mutter under your breath, and the lady zips past with her shirt only half on and her bra hooked between her fingers.Â
âBaby,â Leon looks like heâs about to cry, getting to his knees on the mattress and you catch a glimpse of his boxers with cows printed on them.Â
Before you had found those enduring â maybe even cute in a dorkish sort of way â but now you realized it was just pathetic. He was pathetic.
âBaby, I swear this isnât what it looks like!â His fingers are glistening, and his pants are stained.Â
You blankly stare at the stranger who inhabits your exâs body and say nothing back; watching as Leon scrambles for an explanation that changes nothing. There was an absence of anything you loved in this house.Â
âHope it was worth it,â Blankly speaking, you turn around and leave, feet slamming into the floor as Leon calls to you pleadingly.Â
âPlease! I didnâtââ His voice cuts out as a thump echoes over the home, like someone falling out of a bed before a yelp takes its place. Not slowing, you slip your boots on and unlock the front door.Â
Just as fast footsteps rush to the foyer you slam the door behind your back and descend the steps, no longer caring about the rain as you walk in a trance-like state. It hadnât really hit you yet what had happened, but it was starting too.Â
Your breath was getting thinner, hands shaking as your shoulders hunched and waterfalls down your face and neck. The bag over your shoulder is now ten times heavier than it was before.
The door slams open just as you exit the black-iron gate and unlock your car.
âBabe, come back inside, let's talk about this!â Leon screams, and his bare feet seem to slap over the drowned lawn, âYou just need to sit down and Iâll speak and explain why Iâve been sleeping with Maxine!â
Your hand freezes on the car handle, slick metal stuck under your grip.Â
You whirl around with fire in your eyes, lips snarling.
âSleeping!?â With your face contouring, your loud voice carries over the storm as Leon â who had gotten quite close by now â reels back a step, âAs in this has happened before, you goddamn prick?! How long have you been cheating on me while Iâve been risking my fucking life to get back home to you?!â
Leonâs face twists as you look him in the eyes, nose scrunching.
âOh, donât stay on your high horse,â He growls, hands animating his words as you try and keep your cool, âWe both know youâve been cheating far longer than I have.â
âDo we?!â Itâs past the point of sense now, and the other lights from the once-dark houses begin flickering their outside lights on from all the noise, âIâve never fucked anyone while I was out, Leon. You canât say that, can you?!âÂ
âYou donât need someone to stick their dick in you to cheat. Youâre just as bad as me â John Price must be one helluva guy to ruin a relationship that started when we were teenagers.â
Your breath stutters, and after a moment of shocked silence you shake your head in disbelief, âYouâre a bastard, LeonâŠI wish Iâd never met you. Wish Iâd never wasted my time with a pathetic man like you. Maybe John is one helluva guy, hm? Maybe Iâll have to tell him that myself.â
Leonâs eyes were red, and his lips, just like yours, quivered as he tried to come up with an answer. You turn around before you can sob and reach for the door once more.Â
A heavy weight settled on your arm, your Exâs fingers suddenly squeezing your skin so hard your lips let loose a muted gasp. Trying to rip your arm away, you tilt your head to look back at Leon.
âLet go of me,â You say the words slowly, feeling rainwater travel down the bridge of your nose and splash to your shoulder, âNow.â
Leonâs hand only tightens, and you hiss, feeling blood vessels pop under the pressure.
âYouâre coming back inside and youâre going to listen to what I tell you,â Leon leans closer, eyes dark, âIâm not taking ânoâ for anââ
Your fist connects with his cheek, and a second later youâre nursing your sensitive knuckles, shaking out your hand and grimacing. Whining reminiscent of a wounded duck rips over the night, and, gripping at his face, Leon lays on the ground half-naked and less of a man than heâd ever been â which was an achievement, to say the least.Â
You should have broken up with him years ago. John would never treat you like this.
Getting into your car, you sit down and lock the doors behind you as you insert the key, twisting and feeling it jerking to life. With morbid curiosity, you turn to the opposite window and look at the house across the street.
The family was at the window, no longer enraptured by their TV, and the mother had a hand over her mouth. She was in the process of turning her children away from the scene as the other parent stood watching, slack-jawed.Â
Blinking, you donât know if itâs tears or rain that youâre forcing away from your eyes, but the burning tells you which option you should put your money on. Wiping at your face and sucking down shuddering breaths, you press on the pedal and peel away from the white house with a large Oak door. Taking a peak at the mirror, you spy a man trying to get back to his feet but stumbles, falling once more and slamming into a puddle.Â
Driving, you only make it to the next street before you park on the side of the road, your whole body shaking and gasping for breath. With the adrenaline dying down, the pain in your arm becomes prominent, making pain spark as you shift it. The area would most likely bruise.Â
Your lips twist and a small whimper leaves your mouth. You smack your forehead to the wheel, hands falling like lead to your lap as a sniffle weasels its way out; tears begin to smack your thighs, gradually increasing until you were concerned your car would flood.Â
Crying was never your thing. With all the sights youâd seen, tears felt so small compared to every other horror â they meant nothing in the grand scheme of events taking place. All they were good at was making your nose run and your skin get hot.Â
Johnâs seen me cry before, Your thoughts are running so fast itâs a strange circumstance that they stop when your Captainâs name is filtered through.Â
Price had found you in the bathroom, covered in dried blood and shaking just as you were in the present. There had been an accident on the recent Op â a kid had gotten caught in the crossfire and had taken a bullet to the stomach. You had held him as he died; seen the light in his eyes leave in one fell swoop as you drowned in his blood trying to stop the bleeding.
That was what led up to you rushing off the Helo, finding the first bathroom on Base, and rushing inside to throw your guts up. John, of course, had followed close at your heels with fast feet.
âLove,â He said from outside the door slowly, âIâm coming in.âÂ
Shell-shocked, your hands were strained as you gripped the sides of the toilet, not even picking up on the concern leaking from his tone. Wide-eyed, you stare blankly at the vile contents inside the bowl â throat burning with acid as the image of that dying kid plays on repeat.Â
The door opens hesitantly as if any major noise would break you, the hinges squeaking. A pair of feet carefully pad over the tile towards your hunched figure. When his hand slides over your back, his shadow comes to encompass you, shrouding you in its comforting darkness. He made it better.
Johnâs grip slides back and forth over the gear and other objects along your figure. You hadnât bothered to take anything off, in fact, your gun was still strapped around your chest and weighing you down. It hit against the toilet with a âclinkâ every time you moved.
âSweetheart?â John mutters, body curling around yours.
âHe wasnât supposed to be there,â You say the words numbly as you glance at the blood on your hands with muted horror, âIâŠIâŠHe should have been with the other civilians. He wasnâtâŠâ
âI know,â Price whispers, grunting, watching you as your mind breaks to try and think through this, âI know, Love.â
When he knows your stomach has settled, you feel him carefully grab your shoulders and lean you back against the opposite wall. It was like a ramshackle hug, but the feeling of his body pressing into yours made you fall limp. You were safe here. Protected. His fingers go to your weapon, taking it off of you and setting it on the ground as he knees at your side. Soon after goes the combat vest, John pulling at the velcro with confidence. Your body jerks as he peels it off.Â
âLift your arms for me, yeah?â Doing as he says, the article is set by your gun and pushed aside, âAttagirl, just like that.â
The man keeps a hand on your arm, rubbing his thumb back and forth. He was closer than he needed to be, but that was alright.Â
Looking down, your thousand-yard stare locks to the blood staining your skin, getting stuck in the grooves and the beds of your nails. Would water even wash it off? You had wondered in silent panic. What if it never came off? Johnâs other hand gravitates to your cheek and the increased sound of your breath is accented by a sharp inhale.
Blinking to push back the nothingness of your gaze, tears dribble from your tear ducts as your eyes lock with his.Â
John looked so sad.Â
His expression was pained, lips downturned and eyes painfully narrowed on your form; his eyebrows were pressed in on his forehead, curing in the center and creating creases over his flesh. The beard â still filled with dirt and grime â moved as his lips did.
âFocus on me, alright?â You nod, shakily, and watch his optics flick from one part of your face to another, âThat wasnât your fault.âÂ
âJohn,â You whimper, the dam breaking every moment his fingers move and caress your skin. His grip travels to the back of your neck and brings your face to his shoulder, letting you sag into him on a dirty bathroom floor.Â
âItâs okay,â He mutters into your hair, lips moving as your hands snap to dig into his vest. His hat was pressing into your scalp â grounding you in the present just as his heartbeat was. The muscle was strong in his chest, pounding, âItâs all gonna be alright, Kid. I need you to know it wasnât your fault,â John sighs, trying to draw you closer, âYou did the best you could. Iâm proud of you.â
âHe wasnât supposed to be there,â You sob, and repeat the sentence once more, like, if you did, whatever God out there would bring the boy back to life. Your lips pull back in pain, wails exiting.Â
âI know,â John responded, voice so low your sounds of anguish almost covered it up. His grip tightens, and he lays a kiss on the top of your head.Â
You knew, then, that John would give anything to take away your pain. But what he didnât know was that you would replay his words in your mind to stave off the nightmares â use the image of his face to bring you stability when you woke up mid panic attack.Â
It was the only time you didnât hate crying, because Johnâs warmth had made it better. Had made it mean something.Â
You both spend a long time on that bathroom floor.
When you had spent at least an hour collecting your thoughts in that frigid car, you finally checked your phone.Â
Fifty-seven missed calls and thirty-five texts from Leon. Chuckling humorlessly and shaking your head in disbelief, you block him with a quick tap; it was over. Youâre about to chuck the phone and go back to Base, but then you pause, eyes locking on a single text notification left on the screen.
Soap: If ya change your mindâŠ.âBottomâs Up Barâ⊠;)
He lists the address just below, and your eyes bore into it.
âFuck it,â Your hoarse voice echoes out in the cool car air, âI need a drink anyways.â
â
Price sits on the bar stool in a black woolen trench coat and a dark beanie, nursing a glass of whisky in his hands that rests against the counter.Â
âWhatâs with the long face, Captain,â Gaz sits at his side, the stools under them uncomfortable and threatening to give out from under them if one happens to take too deep a breath. Soap and Ghost are over playing pool, and the TV behind the counter was showing reruns of some hockey game that was absent of watchers. No one else was there beside them, âWhisky not up to par?âÂ
âIt tastes like piss water,â John mutters but still brings the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip, âBut Iâve had worse, Sergeant. You?âÂ
Gaz smirks, âIâve had worseâŠJust tell Soap that Iâm never letting him pick the bar ever again. Manâs bloody taste buds must be burned off if he calls this quality.âÂ
John grunts, tilting his head to the side in an affirmative nod.Â
The area lapses into silence, the sound of billiard balls connecting to a cue stick loud as the smell of tobacco and cheap beer perforated the air. There werenât any civvies left in the old-style building, and outside the rainstorm pounded against the front windows deterring anyone from venturing outside. The group probably should have stayed on Base, but Johnny had been insistent to the point everyone just gave in to the Scotâs demands.
After all, what harm could one drink do? They were all tired.
âDo you think sheâll show?â Gaz asks as the TV erupts with cheers; someone had scored, apparently. The Captain was never one for hockey â Liverpool was his go-to for football teams, and that was about it. In fact, he had a game to catch up on later if he could get the hell out of here in a timely fashion.
Gazâs question makes the man lightly startle, sliding his gaze to his Sergeant with a sharply raised brow. He brings the glass to his lips once more and takes a swig, missing out on the burn that was found in his own Whisky stash back at his flat in London. Itâs not hard to tell who Gaz is talking about.Â
âUnlikely,â John speaks through a sigh, going back to mindlessly watching the television as the bartender filters past to clean a table in the far corner. Soap cheers from the pool table, âHerâŠboyfriendâs making her dinner. Always does when she gets back.â
âHm,â Gaz chuffs, âLucky sod,â The Sergeant pauses, and John takes a deep breath at the mischievous tone the man beside him earns. It was too late at night for this bullshit, âI bet you wouldnât mind having the girl in your home while you make her supper, eh, Cap?â
âGarrick,â Price says the last name slowly, fingers tightening over the cup on the table, âYou want to be on sanitation duty for a month â two?â
â...Sir?â Letting out a nervous chuckle, Gaz sends a quick glance to Soap whose ears had quirked at the conversation a few feet away.
âThen I suggest you stop acting like a Muppet and mind your damn business. The girl is her own woman and deserves her privacy,â John sends a narrowed glance with a quirked eyebrow and a warning in his suddenly darker eyes, âCopy?â
âCopy, SirâŠApologies.â
âDonât let it happen again,â John levels, twirling his glass in his large fingers before tossing back the last remnants inside. Swallowing, he stands and fixes the position of his beanie, feeling his bones creak with fatigue.Â
To everyone at the bar, Price looked annoyed that you had been brought up, but those who knew him best could tell that much more was going on. The man had kept the side of his eye on the front door the entire time 141 had been at the bar, shoe tapping against the dark wood floors as hours passed. Even more telling, Gaz had noticed that John had only had one glass of Whisky tonight â even if it tasted horrible the Captain was bound to drink at least three when they all went out.Â
It was tradition; everyone knew it. Captain Price of the 141 always had three glasses. Always. You would attest to that, considering that when you tagged along you made fun of him for it.Â
âYou always have three glasses â Iâve never, for the life of me, figured out why it's always three! Do you never think âOh, gee golly, maybe Iâll bloody have another lad, be a merry good Muppet and pour me another, yeah?ââ
Your horrendously exaggerated British accent led to a few snickers that night, and Gaz had seen his Captainâs full body laugh for the first time; watching John sputtering as he coughed down the drink he had been sipping from.Â
âLove,â The man had stared at you with a deep smile, eyes crinkling, âWhatever just came out of your mouth, yeah? Never do that in my presence again. Accentâs shakenâ more than your hands when you have to stitch me up.âÂ
âMy stitches arenât that bad, Asshat! You just move too fuckenâ much!â
John scratches his forehead in the present and brushes off his jacket.Â
âAlright, MuppetsâŠI think thatâs it for theâïżœïżœïżœÂ
The bell at the front door jingles.Â
Snapping his head over, Price freezes just as he sticks his hands in his jeans pockets, the grumbled words dying on his parted lips.Â
A figure was standing at the entrance, soaked to the bone and shivering like a sphinx cat in a snowstorm; water dripped from her nose to the rug. Johnâs jaw slightly slackens, eyes wide and snapping back and forth.Â
You were standing there, eyes gravitating from Soap and Ghostâs pool game â which had halted immediately at your sudden presence â until you blink a raindrop from your eyelashes and lock eyes with John.Â
âSorry Iâm late,â Your voice sounds like gravel, Price notes, head slowly tilting to try and understand why His legs had to tense to stop him from rushing over, his training alerting him to the redness of your eyes. You had been crying, why? âStormâs coming down pretty hard, huh?â Attempting a chuckle, it seems to fall flat.
âHoly shit, Love,â Gaz mutters, snatching a rag from behind the counter of the bar and ignoring the complaints from the worker. He rushes past John, who continues to stare at you and fight his own subconscious, âDid you walk here?â
The Sergeant blinks at you in concern, eyes filtering up and down your body as he stands close and holds aloft the fabric.
âNah,â Price watched you snatch the towel, going to pat it on your face and neck â running it over your hair and gripping, âWas outside for a little bit, but I came in the carâŠOh, speaking of that, Simon,â You turn to the large man who bores his eyes into your face, âThe brakes are acting up again â you think you could fix it up back on Base in your free time?â
Ghost taps the cue stick against the ground, lips behind his balaclava shifting as he speaks, âYou goinâ to make me fix it up every time you get back? What do I look like, Bird? A mechanic?â
A weak smirk flickers over your lips, but John notices a particular bleakness in your eyes. Soap, who thus far had been strangely quiet, looks at him with flat lips and a small shake of his mohawked head.
Enough is enough, Price decides with a stubble tilt of his forehead, Iâve given her the space she needs â sheâs telling me everything. Tonight.
His jaw clenches, and he pulls his hands out of his pockets just to cross them over his chest when you respond to Simon.
âIâll clean your clothes for a month.âÂ
â...Two.â
âDeal,â Nodding, you smile at Gaz in thanks and splay the towel over the banister beside you to help it dry, âThanks, Gaz.â
âWhat happened to dinner with the Stoter?â Soap finally speaks as you make your way farther into the building. You send him a quick glance as you walk closer to John at the booth. The Scot levels you with a heavy stare, feet shoulder-length apart and jaw clicking, âHe do something?âÂ
A tense silence falls, and all the men send each other looks as you slink to the bar, jumping up on a stool and clearing your throat. You itch at the side of your bicep as you lick your lips in hesitation.Â
Why were you not saying anything?
John buries his fingernails into the meat of his arms, taking your lack of answer like a knife to the chest. It was like a switch had flipped as he saw your expression drop for a millisecond, layers cracking like you were barely held together. The veins in the Captainâs arms were flooded with blood, and his hands showed white knuckles.Â
There was a terrible reality settling behind his eyelids, and the man wasnât in his job position because he was anything less than an observer. He was angry, that much was obvious by his tight jaw and dangerous eyes on the side of your face.Â
But there was something more important than revenge, and she was sitting right in front of him.
Your clothes are still dripping with water, and without hesitating when he spies you shiver, John shakes off his jacket and spreads it softly over your shoulders. When you jerk back in surprise he feels a part of him break, but steadies you with a thin quirk of his lips and pulls the front of the woolen material farther over your form.
Whatâs that fuckenâ prat done to her? He growls internally, Mark my wordsâŠ
The Captainâs eyes carefully narrow, orbs sliding over your face. His thumb goes to swipe a tear of water from your hairline and breathes out a sigh when your eyelids flutter.
Looking at your Captain with vulnerable eyes, you answer Soapâs question with a muttered, defeated, tone. It was like you were talking to your superior and not the man at the pool table.
âWe...uh, I, broke up with him,â A moment of silence. Two.Â
John feels like heâs frozen in time, his body stiff, and his lungs shell-shocked. But in the farthest, most forced-down bits of his consciousness, he thinks thereâs a part of him thatâsâŠChrist, is he happy?
He nearly has to turn and leave to take a breather â gain his composure at his own disgusting thoughts â but your eyes hold him captive, unblinking despite the revelation.
You hadâŠbroken up with Leon. Your boyfriend.
Johnâs eyes slowly widen.Â
Oh.Â
Oh.Â
â
âWell, Itâs about damn time,â Soap interjects into the moment, gleeful, and you feel your eyes slip away from the cerulean blues of Johnâs widened sockets, in favor of the table-top, âErm, no offense, of course, but thatâs great news!â
âShut up!â Gaz hisses, going over to slap at MacTavishâs arm, âCanât you see sheâs bloody gutted about it â idiot!âÂ
âHey, now. That excuse for a man was in no way worthy of being with a beauty like herââ
âJohnny,â Ghost utters lowly, the only one able to see your quickly deteriorating state besides the Captain who tries to comfort you, âShut your trap.â
âCâmon L.t, you had to have seen how heâŠâ Soap stops, finally looking at you, and the chuckle that had been building in his throat dissolved.Â
A hand settles on your shoulder, and you blink out of your trance, slowly turning your head to look out of the corner of your eye. John squeezes, and you find that his grip over his gifted jacket is warmer than anything you remember. But you donât look at his face, instead, you tilt your head down and fold your arms on the counter, slotting your skull in the middle of them.Â
Johnâs hand gravitates to your back and rubs small circles, and above you, he mutters, âTalk to me, Love.â
âHeâŠâ You interrupt, hands tightening into fists. Your eyes burned something fierce, but you can just blame the shaking of your body on the wet clothes, âI was going to surprise him. He didnât know that I was back in town yet, anyways. But, uh, heâs been cheating on me, I guessâŠFound âem in bed.â
Priceâs hand stutters over its coarse, but he clears his throat and continues as your stomach tightens,Â
âSon of a fuckenâ bastard,â Simonâs the first one to speak â which would have surprised you if youâd been paying attention, âThat prick did what?âÂ
Gaz murmurs, âShit..,â off to the side, but your hidden gaze doesnât bother to move as Soap lets off a string of curses and insults on Leonâs name.Â
The hand over your back is intoxicating, and you feel drunk as you focus on it. Johnâs fingers dig into his jacket, but just enough for you to feel his nails create a light stimulation through the layers. There was a sense to his actions, you know. He was trying to ground you; he wanted you to focus on his caress.Â
You didnât want to admit how well it was working.
But it was a good thing he did because you have a feeling if he wasnât there youâd be replaying the events of tonight in your mind one after the other like a fucked up movie.
Leon really did that, You suck in a shaky breath that leaves John moving closer, and you hear muttered conversations from above you, All of those yearsâŠDid I really miss something as obvious as him cheating on me?Â
It couldnât be helped.
When you came back from deployments your mind let go of the hyper-focus that was ingrained into you â that Price had ingrained into you â and settled into a haze of sanctity. Home meant food, sleep, and a place of comfort. But when the fighting started you suppose a part of that focus came back to you, blocking out everything that didnât matter.Â
Missing pictures, clothes stuffed where they shouldnât be, your hair products hidden. They were pointless in the grand scheme of things because you were at battle in your own house. It was small compared to your breaking relationship.Â
Maybe thatâs when I stopped loving him, You reason, and itâs the first time you admit you didnât care about Leon in that way anymore, When the fighting started. Did I unconsciously know what heâd done?
You had been more irritable when you were back at the house, some fights even instigated by you.
âBut how did I miss itâŠ?â You canât help but whisper, strained, into the woodgrain of the counter in your cocoon.Â
âNone of that,â John suddenly says, voice low, and his hand over you halts, âThatâs a good way to mess your head up, that is, Love. Just stay here.âÂ
Shivering, you sniffle, lungs stuttering and with a hot face stained with embarrassment, you whimper out, âIâm such an idiot.âÂ
The stool beside you screeches as itâs pulled out.Â
âYou say that again Iâm leaving you on desk rotation for a week,â John grunts, and from your hiding place your head shifts, one eye peeking out from over your arm. You find the man glaring at you so heatedly you pause as tears start to leak down your cheeks once more, âI mean it. None of that bullshit â you are not at fault â that,â He pauses, and you see his chest sputter as he tries to collect himself. Priceâs eyes flash with rage before itâs gone in an instant, âThatâs the bloody bastardâs cross to carry, Love. Understand me?â
You stare at him; at his boiling blue eyes as the sound of a hockey game plays in the background of this shitty bar. The warm lights overhead gather in them to flicker like stars when he blinks, creating constellations for you to memorize when his eyelids once more pull back.
âDonât make me repeat myself,â He levels, head with that black beanie tilting closer, âCopy?â
âCopy,â You croak out, blinking to clear the fuzziness of your eyes. Reaching one of your hands, you pull the jacket closer around your neck. It smells like John, and whether you notice it or not, the tension in your muscles leaks when you inhale smoke, pine trees, and gunpowder.Â
Patting you on the back, the man stares into you, optics stuck on the image of your tear-stained cheeks and dripping hair. His trench coat was most likely going to be soaked, but he found he didnât care. If it brought you comfort, the outrageous price he paid for it would be made back tenfold. Maybe heâd even let you keep it; didnât matter if it was his favorite, he would give you the shirt off his back if you asked for it.Â
Not able to stop the words coming out of his mouth when you meet his gaze with fluttering eyelashes, John speaks once more as he feels the gazes of his teammates around him. But the words came easily.
âYou didnât deserve to come home to that. That boy doesnât know what heâs just lost, alright?â When he sees your cheeks move in a small, barely-there smile, and the way your eyes lit with embers at his teasing tone, the Captain let a smirk of his own fall. But he still refused to speak Leonâs name aloud â his own anger was held on a thin string that was fraying by the moment. You? Getting cheated on? Who in their right mind would do that?! The Muppet didnât deserve to have your perfect ears twitch at his name ever again, âAt least tell me you ripped him a new pair, Love? If not, Iâll have to review your training exercises. Maybe add in a bracket for hand-to-hand.â
â...I might have sucker-punched him.â
Johnâs chuckle is velvet as it slips through your eardrums.Â
âAttagirl, Iâd have paid to see that, I wager. Everyone knows you throw a heavy hand,â Your giggle makes his heart soar; beat violently in his breast.
Heâd give everything to hear you make that noise again.Â
âDid it down him?â Your head slowly peaks up farther, perfect chin now visible. Your short-lived tears had stopped.
âTwirled like a dancer on a string.â
âBloody brilliant, my girl. Bloody fuckenâ brilliant.â Nodding, John smiles, beard pulling back to show pearl-white teeth, and claps your shoulder.
You love the way he makes you feel, like everything you do is well-thought-out and not just spur of the moment. Creasing your eyelids, you rub at your cheeks to try and wipe away the heat of them, knowing that wouldnât work but still trying. John made your brain pump with dopamine, giddiness striking you in the chest like a bullet with a simple smile and his hand on your back.Â
âŠWhy was his hand still on your back?Â
âThis place got any good drinks?â You ask, trying not to look so entranced by the man in front of you.Â
Johnâs grip slips away and you hate that you want to snatch at it; feel the calluses burn your skin and dig into sensitive flesh. Breaking up with Leon had given you an adrenaline spike, one that lasted so long you were still riding it â only just now was the raging of your heart beginning to still.
It was a bad thought, you told yourself, a horrible thought to have right nowâŠbut damn it if John didnât look like the solution to all of your problems, that yearning urge to feel good.
Leon was gone.
âHm,â Your Captain murmurs, and your trailing eyes snap from his tight athletic shirt to his face. John turns himself to the front, grunting and setting his elbows on the counter, he lifts one finger up into the air to the frowning bartender and sends you a glace, âUnfortunately, MacTavish picked a place before I could verify,â The bartender thumps over and the Captain confidently says, âOne Old Fashioned for the lady, and a refill for me, yeah?â
The bartender's eyebrows furrow, âOld Fashioned? What the hell is that?â
Johnâs body stills, and his face blanks as if heâs been personally offended. Laughing, you move back from the counter, hopping off the stool and going to stand near your Captain. Resting a hand on his shoulder, you tilt your head when his full attention whips to you.Â
His eyes glance at your hand before they settle; softening around the cold edges as the pupils widen. You nearly lose your breath at the sightâŠIt made you want to snatch that hat off his head and make him chase you down for it; hold you to his chest and squeeze.
Stop it.
âI think Iâm gonna head back to Base,â You say aloud, âHang out in the Rec room and go to bed early. Maybe get a headstart on reports for tomorrow,â Looking back at the boys, you begin taking off Priceâs trench coat, small hesitations in your nerves showing how much you wanted to keep it around you. But you needed to leave â clear your head without Johnâs scent making you hazy, âDonât stay out too long, boys, Iâm not coming to drag you back.âÂ
âYes, Maâam,â Simon utters, knocking a billiard ball and watching the ricochets. He sends you a guarded look, numb eyes running over you, âDrive safe. Weathers lookenâ like it's letting up, but donât trust it.â
âRight,â You nod. You know what he really means.
Gaz is watching you and sending quick glances to Soap with his dark eyes, and you see the Scot clenching his stick with a white-knuckled grip â blue eyes glaring at the table with a clenched jaw and tensing biceps. Like he was itching to lay someone on the ground and wale on them.
Your lips twitch. Soap had been by your side for four months; watching your back just as you had his. That creates a bond of brotherhood that canât be overlooked. The stocky man was perhaps more upset about this ordeal than you were, now that you thought about it. The Task Force didnât even know the extent of your fights with Leon â theyâd kill him if they did.Â
If you even mentioned your Grandmaâs lamp, the boys would rip your Ex apart.Â
âSuds,â Calling out, you fold Johnâs jacket over your arm. Soap whips his head to you, blinking back to focus.
âYeah, Little Lady. You need something?â
âI need you to stop strangling the Cue Stick. Youâre gonna break it before Simon can beat you, and that would just be embarrassing,â Soap stares at you, mouth slightly open, before he snaps to his iron grip and unclenches his hand.Â
âR-right,â The Scotâs eyes crease, and he itches at his mohawk with his free hand. A pause, âAre youâŠalright?â
You hesitate, looking to the floor as your feet shuffle before your right yourself, âI will be.âÂ
Turning to John, you hold out your arm and feel heat on the tips of your ears when heâs already meeting your line of sight.
âSorry about the water,â Trying not to let out a weak chuckle, you fail, âIt looked pretty expensive just to be ruined by me. Iâll pay you for the dry cleaning bill.â
Price grunts, already shaking his head and lightly gripping you by the arm to push the jacket back to you. He stands up and you suck in a quick breath, nose nearly brushing his peck from how close you both were.
âYouâll need it,â Your eyebrows crease, not understanding, as he smirks at you, âWhat kind of Captain would I be if I let you drive back alone after all this?â John grumbles, shaking his head and pulling out his wallet, âIâm drivenâ thatâs an order.âÂ
He tosses a fifty on the table for the bill and nods to the boys over your head, an authoritative tone leaking out. You donât move away from him, letting his body heat leave you shivering and taking in shallow breaths. Try as you might, your mouth denies to refuse him.
âBe back on Base by 0100 and up for drills at 0500. Itâs your fault if you Muppets only get five hours of sleep,â John lays a hand behind your shoulder blades and you let him guide you to the door, âSoap â youâre due for debriefs at 0800 in my office. I expect you to be punctual.â
A quiet grunt carries over the space.
You slip on the jacket, clearly seeing that John wouldnât let up on this. MaybeâŠmaybe you wouldnât mind the company of the large-bodied Captain. Already the pain of being cheated on was dull when he was around. But would you be able to focus if he was right by you like this? You doubted it.
Slapping Gaz on the shoulder as you pass him, he sends you a soft look and utters, âGet some sleep, Love, alright? Itâll all be better in the morning. Iâll make sure the boys are back at Base soon so you donât have to worry about âem.â
âThanks, Garrick. Means a lot. Iâll see you tomorrow?âÂ
âYou bet.â
âBehave, Sergeant,â John makes it to the door, opening it for you and feeling the draft enter, âGhost,â The manchester man tilts his covered head from where he stands bent over the pool table, âwatch these two, yeah?â
âYes, Sir.â
âHeyâ!âÂ
âWhat in theâ!âÂ
Price lets the door slam shut and whispers past your smile-split face, watching through the window as Soap and Gaz level offended gazes out at the Captain through the racing raindrops on the glass. Simon stands a bit straighter and once again scores on Johnny.Â
âTheyâre going to hold a grudge for weeks, John. Putting Ghost in charge of them when theyâre on leave? Really? Heâs never going to let the two live it down,â You say above the rain as you lead him to where your car is parked on the street, cheekiness littering your words.
âLet âem,â Price scoffs, and you feel his hands go to the jacket, puffing the collar up for you. Blinking away the rain, you smile shyly at the action, ânot goinâ to change that they still have to get up tomorrow. After a twenty-mile run, Iâm sure theyâll be too knackered to care, eh?â
âHm,â You affirm, envisioning the future in your head with sadistic pleasure, and reach into your pocket. Tossing your keys into the air, John catches them effortlessly with a fast fist, only a small clink of the metal connecting heard. Â
You feel his eyes on you as you walk down the street, steadying you with a hand on your back even if he knew you were capable of walking by yourself. Above all, John was a gentleman â whenever you were with him, he always walked near the road, kept a hand in the small of your back, and watched the street with roaming eyes.
This was the first time youâd felt his gaze completely set on you. Had he always done that? No, you knew, but recalled something from the back of your mind as you side-stepped a puddle, moving closer to John unconsciously. His handâs weight becomes more prominent, angling you into his hold.Â
After Madagascar was when he had started looking at you more often...you had thought it was because of the injury, but was it?
Shaking away the thought, you quickly make it to your car and leave Priceâs steady side, hand resting on the handle. The familiar sound of the lock clicking open has you rushing inside to escape the pitter-patter of rain on your skull. Snapping the door shut, John in the driverâs seat does the same.
You both look at each other, and canât help the chuckles at the disheveled looks you both share.
âWind-swept hair would look dashing on you, Captain,â You tease, nose crinkling as you shake your head. The beanie on the manâs head was weighed down and John grimaces at the feeling, glaring up at it before peeling it off his head.Â
His free hand goes to his hair, ruffling it to dispel some of the water.Â
âBloody rain,â He mutters, sparing you a look only to find youâre watching intently with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
A tension grows, and for the first time, you donât push the feeling away. Your smirk slowly slips, going slack as you watch water drip from Johnâs nose. The world outside the car seems to blur, and nothing but the pair of you exist in this state of perpetual stillness. Johnâs eyes are such a shade of blue you have to wonder if you could ever look at the ocean again and not think of him, or even smell smoke on the street and not search him out.Â
You shouldnât be feeling like this about him, but how could you not?
âYouâre staring, Love,â John mutters, and you blink, shocked, but the man makes no move to stop looking right back at you in turn. His beard shifts as his jaw moves, bristles accented by the light of the street lamps.
âWell, so are you,â Teasing, you send a nervous smile before shifting away to clip your seatbelt in place.Â
His hand stops you halfway, covering your own with a large grip as his fingers glide over your skin leaving white-hot sparks. Freezing you watch as Priceâs hand squeezes yours and helps you lock the seatbelt into the clip. The manâs hand stays there a moment longer as you, wide-eyed, feel your fingers twitch under his; memorizing the feel of them.
âThank you, John,â You breathe, and your grip moves, turning to capture his own and curl his fingers into yours. He flinches, before loosening and he studies your face, cerulean blue jumping from one spot on your visage to another, âFor everything.âÂ
The manâs body stills and he blinks down at you. His breath is shallow, rattling in his chest. Something was in his eyes you couldnât name.
â...Anytime, Dear.â
Priceâs hand falls from your hold and leaves to gravitate toward the keys in the ignition. He twists them, and immediately the shaking of the car tells you itâll survive one more day. Settling farther into Johnâs jacket you nuzzle your head into the fabric, curling your arms around your middle and resting your eyes. You try to calm your raging heart as the car peels out into the road, breathing through the stuffy air that smells so much like the two of you.
The ride to Base is quiet, but not at all like the kind of silence that had suffocated you on the journey back to Leonâs home â this was a comforting silence. Once you might not have understood what that meant. After all, how could a lack of sound leave your eyelids heavy and a floating feeling in your head?Â
When the parking garage gate opened, you had blinked awake.Â
Did I fall asleep? Rubbing at your eyes, the crick in the back of your neck told you all you needed to know. Groaning, a small chuckle to your side leaves you turning to face John, who carefully drives down the ramp as you swallow down the dryness of your throat.Â
âSleep well?â He raises an eyebrow, observing out ahead of him.
You scoff in retaliation and donât answer as John picks a free spot and parks.
âLetâs get you to bed, then,â Your ears twitch at his low tone and the rumble like a lullaby in his chest. Was he trying to put you back to sleep?
He gets out of the car and goes to your side as you continue to wake up, opening the door and unclipping your seatbelt.Â
âSteady,â John whispers, taking your hand and helping you out as your yawn, âIâll give your keys back tomorrow afternoon, eh? Youâll lose âem like last time if I hand âem over to yaâ now.â
âWill not,â You retaliate, stumbling over nothing and causing your face to heat when John smiles, eyes crinkling in a tease.
âWillâŠYouâll get them back tomorrow. Thatâs that,â Grumbling, you huff but stay by his side as you both go to the main entrance, sliding past the door and nodding to the guard posted for watch duty.Â
âCaptain, Maâam,â The guard greets and a second later youâre both striding down the dimmed hallways with John sending you glances every so often.
âWhat is it, Captain?â Asking after it becomes too prominent to ignore, you send him a small smile, âI know I look like shit but I canât be that bad to the point you have to ogle me.âÂ
Johnâs face snaps forward and he clears his throat, hands going to slide into his pockets. You pull his jacket closer, eyes turning to silk.Â
Heâs cute when heâs flustered.
â...Just makinâ sure youâre not going to pass out before you get back to your Barracks,â He blinks, and a blush hidden under his beard makes his ears turn red. You notice with a start that he had left his soggy hat in your car and that his messy hair made him look like he had gotten into a catfight. It wasâŠan attractive look on him, to say the least, â...and you donât look like shite, Sweetheart. Youâre a beauty no matter what happens. Donât say that about yourself.â
Your breath catches, and in that moment of struggling to breathe, you can only let out a tiny, âOh, o-okay,â and try to walk straight as butterflies litter your stomach.Â
DidâŠdid he call me beautiful? John called me beautiful.
A true, giddy, smile flickers over your lips even as you try to force it down; and just as simple as that, any hurt that Leon had left behind disappears. Everything is replaced by Johnâs large frame, blue eyes, and grunted words. Â
You get to your room and open the door, standing in the opening with dizzy thoughts. Turning around with a content expression, youâre forced to take a deep breath when your nose almost connects with a firm chest. Standing straighter, you snap your head up to find John towering above you, body heat melting into you and causing a reactionary shiver.
âJohnâŠ?â You ask, head straining to stare at his down-turned face. Something lies hidden behind his eyes, flashing every so often as his gaze narrows. It was the same look as the one in the car, âWhat are youâŠ?â His lips are thin, and something swirls in your gut when you see how his muscles tense. Heâs holding something back.
If you moved any closer your breasts would brush against him, and under your water-heavy sweatshirt, your nipples harden at the idea.
Stop it, You warn yourself, but when heâs looking at you like that â bathed in the hallway light with wrecked hair and widened pupils â you canât help the way your body reacts to his. Not anymore.Â
Leon was gone.
âYou mind if I come in, Darling?â Your Captainâs raspy voice sings to your heart, pulse skipping a beat, âWouldnât want you to be alone right now, understand me?âÂ
Taking a shallow breath, your hands at your sides start shaking, subtle actions making it all the more apparent of the growing fire.Â
You should say no. Tell him it wasnât appropriate. ButâŠthere was no hiding the attraction you had for Price, not when your boyfriend was out of the picture. You should be mourning the lost relationship of your high school sweetheart, not just hopping into another confusing situation with your fucking superior!Â
Frowning, your shoulders hunch. If you said yes â which you really wanted to â that was the final signature on your self-respect and dignity. It would mean a whole stack of paperwork and many late nights. You could lose your job, get John kicked off the Task Force and demoted, the list was endless.Â
âYour thoughts are too loud,â Price comments, and he smiles down at you as your eyes widen, tension leaking away as you focus on his words like law, âItâll be alright. You can say no if you want. You know that. It wonât hurt me.â
But it would, wouldnât it, because it would hurt you too.
It was more than what was on the surface â the tension in the car that had festered ever since Madagascar told you already what would happen if you let him in. This had been the result of a number of years of pinning building one day after another into a mountain of need and lust. But there had always been a barrier in the way. Leon.
But Leon was gone now; where did that leave you with this stone in your stomach and a want to be with a man you now knew wanted you back?
And John was still giving you an out if you wanted it. A layered warning that this wasnât the smartest decision for either of you.Â
âJohn,â You breathe, âI shouldnât.â
âNo, you shouldnât. Neither should I.âÂ
So that was ultimately why you grabbed his shirt, dragged him into your room, and finally smashed your lips to his.Â
Johnâs arms immediately wrap around your body and peel back his jacket from your form, kicking the door behind him closed so hard the wall rattles. You help, letting him grab the cuff and rip it off as your lips dance in needy kisses that leave your teeth clacking together and air falling from fast breaths.Â
His tongue runs over your lip and you open your mouth readily, not caring about how the floorâs going to form a puddle from the soaked jacket or the other water-clogged clothes when they inevitably hit the floor as well. Johnâs kiss was so intoxicating that when you first felt his hands steady you around your waist you pulled back in surprise, a trail of saliva leaving the two of you connected before it broke.Â
âJohn, we shouldnât,â You say, breathless as air is sucked back into your red, shiny, lips. It was useless trying to convince yourself that this wasnât what you wanted since you met him. Maybe Leon was right. Maybe you had been cheating this entire time. A traitorous, cheating, heart.
âNo, we shouldnât,â John growls out, accent far more prominent at that moment than ever before as his eyes darken; boring into your tissue to peel back the layers of your mind until all that remains is him. His lips were so red and shiny you wanted to bite them, âBut I couldnât bloody give a damn.âÂ
His face once more slammed into yours, and one hand travels to the back of your head, firm. But, if you wished for it, it would leave in a millisecond and you could pull away without a word. All of this could end in a second and John or yourself would never bring it up again; forgetting the unprofessionalism and the way your body reacted to the swipe of his tongue over yours. The sounds you two were making were enough to make you cum right there â the panting, wet kissing. It was improper, dirty, but, beyond all of thatâŠutterly addicting. How high he made you feel needed to be studied, you reasoned, no one could be like this.Â
Your hands snapped to his chest and you dig your nails into his shirt, dragging down and feeling his body jolt and squirm. Johnâs hand on your head tightened as you devoured each other, weaving into your hair as your fingers fall to latch onto his side, feeling the muscle tense and the man groan into your gasping mouth. His pelvis thrusts involuntarily, hitting your thigh.
The way he shutters against you leaves your legs rubbing firmly together as a pounding echoes in your navel. John drags you closer to him.
It seemed you made your decision, but you had a funny feeling you wonât regret it.
Heaving like a wounded animal, John peels back to twist you around, back connecting with the wall as his lips immediately hook onto your neck, saliva dripping down your pulse point in a long, slick, path. A wanton whimper leaves when you feel his beard scrape over your sensitive skin, leaving sparks in its wake that travel directly to your lower body. Using his right foot, the man shoves your legs apart, where you had them previously clenched together and pooling in hot, contained, desire.
âDonât worry, Love,â He whispers, biting at your ear as your eyes flutter when he slides his thigh in between your splayed legs. You canât help the loud moan you make when he snaps the thick portion of him up into your core and even through your pants you feel the instinctual, animalistic, urge to roll your pelvis. Fuck, you wanted to ride his thigh, come undone while he watched with those unwavering blues of his, âIâll take care of you. Make you forget all about that poor bastard. Bloody prick doesnât even know what heâs lost, but I nearly should thank him for it, yeah?â
âJohn,â You donât know what you want, mind a hazy mess as one of your hands snaps to his head just like how he held yours and pulled at the strands tightly. Are you drunk? You feel drunk?
His hand on your thigh forces you to press down into his knee as he grunts in approval of your deteriorating state when you writhe with pleasure at the sensation.
âThat idiot just gave me the best damn woman he ever could. Fuckenâ fool, he is,â Heâs muttering into your ear, head pressed into the wall, as your self-respect flies out the window at his next words, âIâll fuck you better than he did, Love. Câmon, use me like Iâve wanted you to,â Your hips rut over the substitute for his dick with desperation to stimulate your needy clit, head rocking to the side in a heavy trace of puffing breaths.Â
Already the room was heating up, beginning to lose the scent of cinnamon from your old candle and reeking of sweat and carnal urgency.
âJust like that,â John whispers, words slow as the sensation of his tongue licking a stripe over your skin makes you pant and keen. Small jolts of pleasure run from the hard bud hidden behind wet layers, âSteadyâŠKeep your head still.â
He goes back to leaving hickeys on your neck, and through your haze, you know heâs not thinking about how youâll have to try and hide them tomorrow. John wants people to see the love bites, how they bruise purple and blue all over your throat and under your ear. He lays one on the junction of your shoulder and neck, and your eyes roll at the caress of a hot tongue and immediate sharp teeth digging into flesh a moment later; shuttering.
You hope he leaves some beard burn behind.
That's when you rip his head away by gripping his hair like a vise and then slam it into yours, shoving your tongue so far down his throat you listen to his chest rattle with shock at the action.Â
His knee jerks up, and you gasp with nerves that sizzle with lighting and a pool of slick in your core that leaks like a river before a strained plea is said into Johnâs maw, âDo that again.â
Your Captain doesnât say anything, but his body shakes with need before doing what you ask. You could feel how hard he was through his pants as the weight digs into your stomach. The knowledge that you would get to feel him inside of you, stretching you open, served to confirm the fact that you would have to throw these panties away tomorrow.Â
God, he felt huge, thick, and firm.
John begins to jump his knee up and down, jolting your body as he pulls back to watch with awe at your bodyâs reaction; setting his forehead against yours. Whining, your back arches, and your shoes brush against the ground every other motion. Every movement sends your nerves alight. It was almost too much â oversensitivity threatening to pull you under with every perfectly angled jumping of your Captainâs knee.Â
You slick was staining his pants, completely soaking all layers.Â
âFuck, look at you work, Love,â John was entranced as you got off on him, âCanât believe that Bastard was getting this when you came back. See how soaked youâve made me? Shit. Bloody temptress, you are.â
âNeed you,â Your lips gasp out, legs shaking violently, âF-fingers. Inside. A-anything! Been wanting you for so long, John.â It was difficult to speak and focus on the pleasure at the same time, but you think he got the point.Â
Your pants were too tight, clothes grating to feel on your flesh. You want Johnâs hands on you. Now.Â
âHm, whatâs that?â Price grunts, still watching you move your clothed cunt against him with added fever.Â
Annoyance swirls.
âJohn,â Your mouth snarls, and his face shifts to look back up at you, noses squished together as you breathly sigh at another well-angled jump. Priceâs chest rumbles with satisfaction, âFuck me like how you stroke your cock to the thought of me.â
A moment of shocked silence at your vulgar language.
âCopy.â At once his knee is gone, and youâre squeaking as he grabs you by the waist and the world spins and dances around you.Â
John tosses you over his shoulder and the tension in your lower abdomen that had been building turns from a boil to a simmer. Youâre about to complain before fingers begin working your shoe laces, tossing the boots off as the man strides to the bed in the corner.Â
He lays a heavy slap to your ass that makes you yelp out and hit his back in return. The sparks left behind make your legs clench and your stomach tighten; your hands tear into his back. John chuckles, smoothing over the spot before his grip travels, grabbing onto the waistband of your cargoâs. Ripping them down to your ankles, you moan at the sudden cool air on your cunt and shutter. Anticipation pools to produce a second pulse inside of you, getting louder and more ruthless by the second.
You were so horny it physically hurt to have his grip on you and not inside of you.Â
John tosses you to the bed and watches your tits as you bounce on the mattress, looking up at him with black-consumed eyes and a euphoric expression. He wastes no time â the man shucks off his boots and grips his belt with a veiny hand, ripping it from his pants and tossing it to the side. You had the best view of the large tent in his pants, violently straining the fabric in a way your hand canât stop itself from clenching into the bed sheets.Â
âTouch yourself for me, Love, let me see you work that cunt of yours before I eat you out, yeah?âÂ
Licking your lips, you moan, âYes, Sir.âÂ
âAh, look at my good girl, listens so well to her Captain,â Your fingers arenât as long or as thick as his are, so they can't do much as you slip them under your underwear and play with your weeping slit as you clench at the comment.
Your fourth and fifth fingers enter you, and your thumb presses into your stiff clit, moving in a tight circle as you stare into Johnâs eyes. Involuntarily, your lower body rocks in a steady motion as your eyes drink in the man and his heaving lungs...Â
You want him naked.Â
âBloody Fuckenâ hell,â Price throws off his shirt, and palms at his erection through his pants as his dog tags hit against his scarred and formed chest.Â
The sharp âVâ of his lower abdomen immediately draws your eyes downwards over the impressive physique, a trail of small dark hairs going lower and lower just to be shielded by the rough material of his pants. Johnâs skin glistens with sweat, and you want to lick it off of him. If possible, you get even wetter.
You smirk, hips jerking as you send a heavier motion on your nerve bundle; head rolling to the side and mouth opening as you feel yourself tighten around your fingers. That knot was returning, forming as you curl your digits in your slick heat, making your eyelids flutter. Â
When you open them again and force them to stay still, you find a heavenly sight beside you. Your eyes widen, and your slit tightens so violently your movements stutter and struggle like a noose had been tightened around your neck. The lungs inside of you gasp.
Johnâs pants and boxers were gone, leaving nothing on him besides his tags that clink and clatter as he jerks himself off at the sight of you. His sizable dick was red at the tip, lit with fire as precum dribbled out and splatted to the mattress right by your free hand â which clenches the sheets so hard you faintly hear a tear as your ears twitch. But your eyes donât leave the magnificent sight in front of you watching like a hawk as Johnâs abdominal muscles tighten with every twisted motion of his hand.Â
He was so violent with himself, the exact opposite of how you were playing with your own body. That wasnât to say the image was anything but fuel to the fire, though.
You whimper and writhe, wrist burning and palm completely soaked with natural lube.Â
âRuining the show, Dear,â The tendon in Priceâs neck flares, and a bead of sweat falls down his peck. Inside your sweatshirt, your breasts ache to be squeezed and abused.
Not processing his words for a moment, you pause your fast breaths to let out a high-pitched sound of confusion.
John doesnât answer, because he moves his free hand and grips your panties, which stretch over your ministrations. He tears them down your thighs, and his touch is like a drug.Â
âThere we go, Princess. Now I can see that pretty cunt of yours.â Keening at the praise, your back lightly arches from the bed, watching John continue to work himself and matching his pace, imagining him inside of you instead of your fingers, âYou like that, yeah? You like when I speak to you like that, dirty girl?â
You bite into your lip, knot so tight you want to grab a pair of scissors and cut it before it tears you up. Fuck, you were so close, the erotic sounds of the both of you fucking yourselves are so wet it increases the pleasure spiking your veins.
A wet hand snaps to your wrist stopping you just seconds away from a release.Â
Gasping out in shocked desperation, your mouth releases a strangled plea of, âNo, John, please.â
âAnswer me when I speak to you,â You stare at your Captainâs bearded face as his hand keeps a heavy weight on your skin. He tears your fingers out of you and keeps them away from your core as you try and ferally move them back. Johnâs jaw is clenched â he holds you with the hand he was touching himself with not a second before, and you tense at the thought, âI asked you a question, Princess. I expect an answer if you want to cum.â
Tears of desperation form in your ducts. You were so close, but now the sensation was leaving again.Â
âYes!â You yell, voice high, âYes, John I like it when you tell me how good I am! It gets me wet for you⊠m-my cunt fucking needs you in it, please! I need you to fucking ruin me, Captain! I want your dick stretching me open likeââ
His lips silence your rant, shoving the back of your head into the pillow and moving his body to shadow above yours. The action leaves you moaning so loud at the sensation of his athletic body you forgot the walls were thin and that you were sounding like you were in a pornographic film.Â
John smirks above you and replaces your fingers with his own, making your legs shake and twitch at the sensation of his callouses against your walls and his large digits burning as they enter you. He thrusts quickly, sopping wetness quickly making it easy, and the pleasure increases.
âJust had to say yes, Love,â His cock jumps and you feel it brush your lower abdomen, so painfully close but not quite. The manâs dog tags connect right above your face, swinging back and forth as he moves.
You gasp when his fingers curl, squelching echoes over the breathy chants of his name that you release.Â
âLook at how fuckenâ wet you are,â John praises you, and your walls flutter, as he watches his fingers move in and out of you, âGottaâ get a taste of that, LoveâŠTake off your top for me so I can see those pretty tits bounce.âÂ
Fuck you were on fire.
Your shaking limbs don't hesitate, hands snapping to throw the sweatshirt and your bra from you without a coherent thought in your brain. Completely bare before him, Johnâs expression darkens and swirls with lust. His fingers leave you and he moves down the mattress, leaving back on his knees and grabbing your thighs. Your chest heaves with adrenaline and bare need. This was better than any gunbattle â more thrilling than a training session, and far better than anything Leon had done to you.Â
John was focused on you. Entirely. The man was forsaking his own painfully erect cock just to go down on you; to taste your wetness like it was nectar.Â
Price hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, and your ankle digs into his back to bring him closer to your cunt.Â
âEasy there, Princess. Iâll give you what you need,â His breath spreads over your slit, and your hips jerk before his hand splays over your navel, thumb just brushing your throbbing clit. You try to buck again, whining, âSteady.â
He stares at your face as his tongue goes down to kitten licks your pussy, beard bristles poking your skin and leaving the flesh lit like a glowing ember.
âJohn!â You moan, and one of your hands snaps to your breast, squeezing as John explores your body, groaning deeply as he collects your slick on his tongue.Â
The manâs thumb goes to run circles around your nerve bundle, stimulating you as your body tries to move under his tight grip. But he has you under a tight rope, and the pleasure of it was nearly like being electrocuted over and over again. Your leg over his shoulder traps him there â eating you out like a man starved as his own hips begin to careen into the mattress. The pleasure of seeing you reduced to a blubbering mess that can only chant his name did primitive things to Johnâs mind.Â
And the way you were playing with your breasts� Fuck, he was addicted to you; the way your body was perfect enough to devour.
John moans into your cunt, the vibrations biting every corner as the tension begins to shatter inside of you when his fingers go to assist his tongue. Your back arches as the muscle and digits work in tandem, pace increasing as the Captain curls over that perfect, spongy, spot that leaves tears falling down the side of your face.
âFuck, just like that!â You wail, fingers flickering over your hardened nipple, âJ-John just like that!â
The words were slurred, coming off as drunk as his beard leaves skin red and scraped on the inside of your thighs. Your cunt tightens, walls closing in around Johnâs tireless lapping and fingering. His thumb on your clit moves faster, and he lets your hips careen into his face over and over again as his large nose bumps against that same spot.Â
Tension builds and builds like an infection, and your free hand snaps to grip your Captain's hair, jerking his face farther into you and ruthlessly twisting the locks.
John whimpers into your slit, cock stuttering in its harsh rutting into the mattress, and your eyes erupt into stars, white light blowing up as your release makes time stand still.Â
Gutturally moaning into the hot air, you pant as you come down just to feel a tongue cleaning up your thighs, slurping up cum, and playing around with your sensitive flesh. Fingers still pump inside of you, helping you ride out anything thatâs left.
You canât speak beyond small whimpers and gasps at the movement, but when you look down youâre met with Johnâs ruined face.
His entire beard was stained, dripping cum down onto your navel as he licks at your clit once. Your hips jerk and you cry in protest at the oversensitivity of the abused area, eyes fluttering.
âJust as I thought,â Johnâs voice is velvet, dripping just like his beard and nose do as he licks his lips with a demented sucking noise âBoody perfect, doll. Could eat that cunt for hours, just to see you squirm when Iâm fuckenâ you with my tongue. Better than Whisky.âÂ
You swallow as his hands caress your thighs, the grip traveling as his body slides up yours. His cock is heavy and leaking as it slides over your drenched slit. Thrusting up into it, the both of you gasp out. John lays drenched kisses all over your sweat-drowned body, leaving a trail of saliva and cum behind him as his own slots over you perfectly.Â
âSpeak to me,â He groans, and your fingers still in his locks lightly pull as he pushes your still hand over your breast away with his nose. His hot mouth latches onto your nipple and sucks before laying a deep bite around it.Â
Writhing, he continues his expiration as a bead of sweat falls down your neck to pool at your bitten collarbone. John licks it up and continues like itâs nothing.
âF-feels good,â Is all you can say, not used to this type of treatment, âR-really good, Captain.â
âYeah?â He sounds cheeky as his head pulls up to be above yours, hands pressing into the pillow beside your head, âHm, think my Bird can take a cock? Want me opening that lovely cunt of yours up?â
Your heart pounds, hairs standing on end. The words were so vulgar, but you feel your arousal increase.Â
âYes.â
âYes, what?â
âY-yes, Captain.â
John lays a gentle kiss on your bruised lips, and you taste your own release as he sighs into your mouth; connecting your foreheads together when he pulls away.Â
âI want your eyes on me the whole time, yeah?â He grunts, one hand going to grab at himself as he shivers above you. Chest bursting with anticipation, your free hand goes to intertwine its fingers with Johnâs beside your head â the other still gripping his hair, âI wanna see the way you lose yourself on me.â
You canât answer before heâs filling you up.
Your eyes widen at the stretch, embers of pain bordering on the ledge of pleasure as the man pauses at your expression, going to play with your clit. On your face, your nose scrunches, hesitance floating in your orbs as you let out tight breaths even as his finger does wonders.
âSâalright,â John whispers to you, squeezing your hand and feeling the mewls your lips let out at the sensation of deep callouses, âIâll be careful, Love. You can take me. Breathe.â Muttering paise as his cerulean blues bore into you, he resumes moving.Â
How could you even fit him all inside of you? The tip already burned to take so far into your womb.
But you were plenty wet, the squelching sound resumed, and John tilted his head down to see the way he disappeared inside your cunt like magic. Your thighs have to move farther up his own to help, one locking around his waist as a ring of milky liquid forms over the joining.
The manâs eyes widen when he spies the bulge forming in your lower body, the indent popping out like a hole thatâs been repacked with too much dirt. For the final last push, the man forces himself to look away and back up at you â he wants to see how you react. But at the last seconds, Johnâs eyes roll back into his head when he finally hits the base, a throaty groan mixing with your high-pitched moan as he bottoms out. Your chest flutters against his, and both of your hearts are going so fast they can be seen through your flesh.
You were so full, stretching around him so wide it was a miracle you hadnât torn something. Both of your stay there for a moment, feeling your walls spasm around him and panting. Sweat falls from Priceâs chin, splashing to your skin as your eyelids threaten to close at the stranger inhabiting your most sensitive area. It felt so good.
Your mind completely blanks, eyes glazing over with rapture at the feeling of Johnâs cock curving so far into you that you know heâll push into your cervix when he moves. Every minute movement â even the deep breath John takes to steady himself â leaves you needing stimulation as the veins of his dick press into your soft walls.
âM-move, please,â Your numb lips flutter, and Johnâs eyes open from above you, jaw clenched and one orb more squinted than the other.Â
âYes, Maâam,â He whispers, expression soft as your hand in his hair tightens to ground yourself.Â
John begins slowly, letting you get used to him and the burning that he brings to your insides when he retracts and re-enters. His thrusts are measured, at first.
âSuch a good girl,â He says above you, and your eyes refocus, body loosening as your form gradually adapts. But you were right, heâs hitting every corner of you as easily as he breathes. So thick it's like nothing you've ever felt. Your hips are canting up to meet his shallowly, but John does most of the work. He wants to. He wants to please you like Leon never could, to treat you right, âTakenâ me so well. See you grippinâ me, DearâŠt-thatâs it,'' Your pussy throbs, and you feel him move a little faster, âYouâre gettnâ it down, eh? Thereâs that pretty little face of yours â all screwed up âcause of me. Hm, donât go cock-drunk on me yet, Lovely.âÂ
âJohn,â Is what you chant as he begins to fuck you in earnest, pelvis slamming into you as you feel him brush your cervix, âOh, John.â
âThatâs it,â He pants and angles his thrusts up. The action makes you yowl, head tossing back as Price goes to bite into your neck again, dog tags cold against your skin, âThereâs that sweet spot, yeah?â
He hits it every single time, marksmanship training telling him to keep attacking the most important part; tears blur your wide sight, back arching as his hand at your clit goes to hike your leg farther up his waist, the limb uselessly flying out behind his back. The deep press of his blunt nails into the flesh adds to the overstimulation, and you canât keep up if you tried. Too pleasure drunk, you let him do what he wants, as long as you can feel his veiny cock hitting that spongy spot again. His dick thrusts into you with such devotion, ringing out pleasure like how one does to a rag.
âFuckâŠâ He muttered into your neck, âWonât last long with you squeezing me like that. Youâre so bloody tight.â
The snake was coiling in your gut, tail rattling as John throbs inside of your heat, moving over your skin like he was water over a rock. Loosening your hand from his hair, your nails go to dig into the fletch of his back, raking down his spine as he growls under you; sending a sharp thrust up that has you seeing sparks in your vision. It was building so quickly you couldnât properly speak, only moan and wail and wine.
You were sure your nails were biting into his skin, leaving long red scratches behind as some sick form of proof. Maybe they were even drawing blood. A sadistic part of you wanted them too.Â
âC-close,â Your gasp enters the thick air as your legs shake. John bites your earlobe, lifting his head from your skin to look at you from the side of his blown eyes.Â
âW-where do you want it, Love?â He gasps, his beard scraping your skin until itâs raw. You hoped you had lotion in the bathroom for tomorrow, âCâmon gotta tell me before I lose myself.â
âInside!â You yell, not even knowing what youâre saying anymore. If you did a part of you would have died from embarrassment. The manâs eyes snap fully to yours, widening; you feel his body shaking above you, hands clenching too tightly around your thigh and embrace as the flesh turns a different shade, âPlease, Captain, fill me up. I wanna feel you dripping out of me for days! Please, I need your cum! Please, pleaseâŠâ
Price only sputters for a second before he begins to move like a man possessed. He pistons into you with heated movements and you gasp out in response, not sure how much more you could take but please donât stop it feels so good. So, so, good when you move like that. Fill me with your seed.
âMade for me, you were,â John growls, ferally kissing you as you try to do the same back as he relentlessly pounds away, âI said it before, bloody fuckenâ perfect. Donât worry, Iâll give you what you need. Make you so full of me youâll be leaking all over the damned sheets.âÂ
The coil snaps and you clench around Priceâs cock so hard he moans into your mouth as you do the same.Â
âFuck..!â His hips jerk one more time before he spills into you, hot spurts of his seed coating your walls and leaking out of the ring you two had made.Â
Shaking, John lets you ride it out as he continues to shakily thrust into you, but it isnât long before he has to stop and his dick softens inside of you. After a moment of violent deep breaths, he has to shift, exiting from your reddened and leaking hole. Shuttering at the feeling of his ridges once more leaving, the foreign emptiness finally settles into your bones, you feel his cum pooling from you to collect on the mattress; your lower skin feels wet to the touch as the liquid follows the lines of your body and sticks to every part available.Â
Lungs desperate for air, your body heaves and shivers; your eyes stay locked onto the ceiling above you, where you wished the metal was the same shade of blue as Johnâs eyes. You didnât even notice the man himself had gone into your bathroom to receive a damp rag to clean you up until the rough material was leaving you flinching away from it.Â
âCareful now,â John speaks lowly, and you hear his dog tags below you as he swipes at your folds. Your eyelashes flutter, legs tensing, âNeed to clean you up.âÂ
He lays a kiss on your knee and continues for a few minutes, muttering compliments and kind words that you miss as your ears ring; he cleans your combined fluids from your spent cunt delicately, completely different from how he was abusing it a short while ago.
John leaves, and when he returns a second time, he slips into the bed in front of you, taking the wrecked covers and arranging you carefully so you were covered by them.
A moment of hot pressing bodies passes, and your head is pressed into the manâs raging chest, drawn back to consciousness by his heart when he shifts, â...Didnât hurt you, did I, Love?â
âHm,â You groan, and moving your legs results in needles digging into the fine tissue, âNo. But youâre going to be carrying me tomorrow.âÂ
Your Captain has the audacity to laugh, his hand going to rest on your ass, rubbing the skin as he draws you closer.
âWanted to do that for a long time, Yâknow,â He whispers, laying kisses to your hair, âLong time.â
âMe too,â You admit, sighing as your eyes flutter shut, âSince Madagascar, I think.âÂ
John lightly flinches, âMadagascar?â Itâs a question, but he already knows the answer, âWhat aboutâŠâ
He trails.
âLeon?â You ask and Price grunts, knocking his nose down into your scalp as he draws circles into your skin. He didnât like you saying that manâs name, âI think I wanted to break up with himâŠfinding him with someone else just gave me an easy out, I guess,â You think over the event. Had you been relieved slightly? Perhaps, but it was easier to tell now than earlier, âIt was justâŠâ
Stopping you hum, and turn your head to lay a kiss on a scar on Johnâs chest in your vicinity.
âEasier.âÂ
Itâs not a question your Captain poses, it's a statement.
âLess complicated, yeah.â He breathes a sigh into your hair and fatigue leaves your lids falling quickly.
âWeâll talk more in the morning,â John mutters, âCopy?â
You donât answer, because youâve already fallen to sleep, body bruised and yet feeling far better than you had in years. John wanted to be with you, Leon was out of the picture â it was all turning up. But there was still that part of you that ached with betrayal, that bled when you poked at it with a finger; a wounded heart would do that. It bleeds for a bit.
Though, you knew John would be there with a bandage, to put pressure on the wound and catch the spills. Maybe that was selfish, but maybe you had a right to be for a little while. Your Captain certainly didnât seem to mind.Â
John fell asleep quickly after, content for possibly the first time in years. He gets to hold you in his arms and wake up with you right by his side, even if the paperwork was going to be atrocious.
There was no doubt people had heard them, but it wasnât like the Captain cared.Â
â
âLittle Lady?â The knock wasnât what woke you, John did. Looking up at him, he holds a finger to his lips and has a pleading look on his face. You raise a brow, about to go back to sleep before Soapâs voice makes you freeze, âI know youâre in there â you wouldnât happnâ to have a clue where Price is, would you? Man missed the debriefing.âÂ
Your wide eyes stay locked with Johns, Maybe If I donât answer heâll go aâ
âThatâs it, I'm coming in!âÂ
âWait!âÂ
But the door was already opening â John hadnât locked it, too caught up in the stupor of finally getting you into his arms and wetting his dick.Â
â...Steamnâ bloody Jesus!â Screaming and a quick rustling can be heard echoing out into the hallway, â...Well, well, well, Cap finally got the girl, did he? Boutâ time, Iâd say! Tell me, now, how good was he in bed for an old man?âÂ
âStop looknâ at her, you Muppet! Iâll hang you by the fuckeââÂ
âHow canât I â her fuckenâ tits are out and youâre about a bawhair away from her! Where else am I supposed to look, man?âÂ
âOut!âÂ
Soap rushes out, smiling wider than anything with gleaming eyes before stumbling and nearly careening into the wall as John Price rushes after, face red and snarling. The Captain had nothing more than a wrinkled, thin, standard white bed sheet around his tapered waist with dog tags fastened around his neck.Â
Johnâs clenched hand connects with the door frame and the rageful man leans out down the hall and yells, âWhen I find you, MacTavish, Itâs your fuckenâ neck under a goddamned rope! You hear me, Sergeant?! Your fuckenâ neck!â
Vibrating laughter can be heard from the figure already disappearing down the corner of the womanâs Barracks.
âWait till the boys hear about this!â
The door closes so loudly behind John that the wide-eyed bystanders in the hallway miss the lock being clicked into place with savage fingers. But the loud, chest-tightening, feminine laughter that forms moments later is none the clearer. Â
Well, secretâs out.Â
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MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST
đ„Late one night, while heading home, you realized someone was tailing you. Your pace quickened, and eventually, you broke into a run, with your pursuer doing the same.
đ„Running in fear, you accidentally crashed into a solid chest. Gazing upward, you recognized the face of the pro hero Bakugo Katsuki, also known as Dynamight.
đ„He noticed your scared expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
đ„You shared what happened, and he handled it.
đ„"Come on, doll, I'll walk you home," he said after handling the person following you.
đ„You and boxer!Bakugo have been dating for a while ever since. Despite being quite different, things just clicked between you two.
đ„He used his limited free time to train and get stronger, while you worked as a sidekick in a pro hero's agency.
đ„He was well-known in town, and folks often wondered how a timid girl like you ended up with someone as tough and dangerous as Bakugo.
đ„He was the best part of your life - your tough, strong, beefy boyfriend, and your cuddle buddy at the same time.
đ„You weren't exactly a fan of his boxing hobby, but you still supported him.
đ„After each fight, he'd return home victorious, winning every time. But, along with the victories, he'd also bring back cuts, bruises, and a heap of pent-up frustration.
đ„Seeing him so broken broke your heart; the pain weighed heavier on you than on him. You'd carefully treat his wounds, bruises, and cuts, gently asking about his fights and questioning if he's certain about pursuing his side career while also juggling daily hero duties.
đ„"I'm good, doll. No need to fret," he'd reassure you as you cared for his injuries. "I enjoy boxing. It's quite calming." Honestly, for a strong guy like him, the cuts and bruises weren't that painful. Still, he allowed you to care for his injuries because it warmed him to know his girl cared so much.
đ„Boxer!Bakugo enjoys hitting the boxing gym regularly for training; it keeps him toned and in impeccable shape, ready to effortlessly pursue villains.
đ„One day, you decide to visit the boxing gym Bakugo frequents five times a week. After finishing your shift, you enter the gym. A friendly lady at the reception offers help, but you decline, explaining that you're just here to see your boyfriend.
đ„You see him right away; there's no mistaking him. He's wearing a snug, black tank top highlighting his muscular torso and six-pack, paired with dark grey sweatpants. Black boxing gloves adorn his hands, and a black bandana secures his hair, keeping it away from his intense crimson eyes.
đ„You perk up hearing Katsuki's grunts as he throws punches and kicks at the heavy bag. Watching your boyfriend train gets you all excited. A quiet sigh escapes you as you notice sweat trickling down his forehead and nose, dripping to his neckline, and running under his black tank top. You bite your lower lip - he looks oh so fuckable.
đ„Spotting you, he grabs a towel, mops his sweaty face, and strides to the edge of the boxing ring. "Hey, doll, what brings you here?"
đ„You confess that you wanted to watch him train to get a better grasp of his world. Surprisingly, you admit you never realized how deeply he was immersed in the whole boxing thing.
đ„He chuckles, "Yep, been telling you, doll. Okay, I guess that's all for today. Come, I need to change."
đ„You follow Bakugo into a locker room after he assures you it's fine and no one will mind. The desires become too intense, and he pushes you against the door, shutting it firmly.
đ„Protest? Not a chance. You just let out a little yelp as he catches you off guard.
đ„His lips meet yours forcefully, his hands gripping your waist. You reach to remove his bandana and run your fingers through his hair.
đ„Simply sharing these heated kisses with you ignites a fervor in boxer!Bakugo; he feels hornier than a teenager.
đ„As he removes your snug uniform pants from your legs and casually kicks them away, his calloused finger slips in you, slowly stretching you out. You unfasten the top part of your uniform, slip it off your shoulders, then pull your arms back to peel your tight sports bra off, freeing your breasts; they bounce after being released.
đ„Bakugo places wet kisses all around your exposed chest, his tongue poking out and flicking over your hardened buds as he slips another digit in you, stretching you out.
đ„At that moment, you're already a moaning mess, and all of your shyness flew out of the window.
đ„Bakugo emits a low growl as he senses the dampness seeping into his training sweatpants as he slips a third finger into your tight, wet hole, fucking you relentless, using his thumb to massage your clitoris. Boxer!Bakugo feels himself getting painfully hard as his cock twitches within his pants.
đ„He withdraws his fingers, and there's an extra string of your wetness covering his thick digits. "Mmmm, look at ya, doll," he cooes, "already soaked, just for me."
đ„Bakugo pulls down his sweatpants and boxers at one go, allowing them to pool around his ankles.
đ„You yank his tight tank top off, revealing a muscular torso covered in sweat.
đ„Bakugo uses the slick leftover on his hand from fingering you to lube up his rock-hard cock.
đ„Gazing downward at the red tip leaking pre cum, a moan escapes your lips as you endeavor to press against his pelvis with a subtle grind as if to slide his cock in yourself already.
đ„Boxer!Bakugo leans in, finally gliding the engorged tip of his dick along your dripping hole, which is clenching around nothing now.
đ„He finally enters you, stretching you deliciously, and you clench around him blissfully, making him groan.
đ„He promptly thrusts into you with a vigorous rhythm, yearning for the melody of your sweet moans, the snug embrace of your thighs, and the gentle contractions of your velvety walls enclosing his hard cock. Lifting you effortlessly, you instinctively coil your legs around his hips, securing your ankles behind him as your thighs press against his sides.
đ„While he's fucking you, he begins uttering the most lewd words into your ear. "Yea, you like that, don't ya, doll?â; "Yea, baby, squeeze me tighter, give it to me, give it all to me!â; âFuck, it feels so fucking good, doll.â
đ„As you start moaning like a whore, Bakugo skillfully places his fingers into your mouth, a move aimed at tempering the volume of your pleasure-filled noises as you continue to moan around them.
đ„You're uttering incoherent words and moans around his fingers â part desperate pleas, part unintelligible expressions âas he relentlessly fucks your tiny cunt.
đ„As your cunny clench tighter around his throbbing cock, he withdraws his fingers from your mouth and descends them to firmly stimulate your clit.
đ„âYes! Please, Katsy! Right there, right there!" you moan like a cheap whore, trying to roll your hips for more friction.
đ„You're trembling and convulsing as he feels you cream all over his throbbing cock. Bakugo emits a loud moan at the sensation and can't resist following suit, filling your swollen, abused pussy to the brim with his warm, thick cum. Yet, he doesn't cease there; oh, not at all.
đ„With his cock still inside you, and with the mix of your cums dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs, Bakugo initiates a more rapid and vigorous rubbing against your swollen clit than in the previous instance.
đ„"Come on, darling, one more for me. I know you've got it in you. Just one more. I've been fucking missing for you all day, doll."
đ„Your mouth hangs agape as pleasure consumes you, drool trickling from the corner of your parted lips. "K-Kats!"
đ„Katsuki spits on his hand and moves it down where you both are still conjoined, intensifying your arousal; the slick is dripping from you onto the floor as he continues to rub your wet, glistening folds.
đ„You release a slight cry as you gush and squirt on his cock, spraying and covering his abdomen with the wetness; some of your juices is trickling onto the floor.
đ„"Yes, doll, I knew you had it in you. Show me more, unleash everything you've got," he chuckled with a dark undertone.
đ„He swiftly becomes hard once more, and thrusts in you at an unrelenting pace; occasional droplets of slick juices are squirting out of you and landing on his toned abs.
đ„Boxer!Bakugo is chasing his second orgasm, basically using you as his own fucktoy; his hold is firm around your waist, and he effortlessly brings you up and down on his throbbing dick, his hips pistoning into yours.
đ„At this stage, your juices are beyond control - every thrust Bakugo gives is met by a gush of your wetness, creating a pool on the floor. "Kats! Kats! O-Oh! OH! Fuuuck!"
đ„Bakugo halts abruptly, executing a series of preliminary thrusts before you feel his warm cum shoot into your abused pussy once more.
đ„You cry out, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, as Bakugo gently lowers your feet to the ground.
đ„After he pulls his flaccid dick out of you, the blend of your cums trickles down your trembling thighs.
đ„"You did so well f'me, doll," he whispered before kissing you again. "Well, looks like we both could use a shower. Fuck, you've worn me out more than a hardcore training session, doll."
#mha headcanons#bakugo x reader#bakugo headcanons#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugo smut#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#anime smut#katsuki bakugo smut#bakugo x reader smut#smut headcanons#bnha smut#mha smut#bakugou smut#bakugou x you#boxer bakugo#bakugo x y/n#smut hcs#divider by cafekitsune
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YOUâRE IN THE KITCHEN HUMMING
osamu dazai x reader
you show dazai the beauty in domestic life
inspired by sweet nothing
when dazai pictured his future, he pictured it short.
a mastermind of people, he knew that that the universe would eventually catch up to him. to his crimes, his wrongdoings, and all of his faults. truth be told, he pictured himself in some sort of prison, bleeding out on a stake of revenge, or simply just gone. he never exactly rejected death in the first place. he accepted it with open arms.
so to think heâd find himself, washing dishes from leftover marinated crab meat and glasses stained with sake while you do the laundry is more of a surprise than anything else. every now and then he looks over his shoulder, watching how you handle the delicate fabric of his brown vest with such care. you always use unscented soap. though you certainly have the money to buy lavender, or bergamot, the two of you enjoyed the simplicity of regular soap. because then, it has the scent of home.
but what exactly does home smell like? for so many years, he couldnât answer that question. how do you match a scent to something that doesnât exist? maybe heâd say it smelt like the port mafia hallways, or the smell of old bandages. maybe dazai felt that home smelled like it wasnât there to stay.
now, home smells like you. it smells like the face mask you make him use because he takes shit care of himself. it smells like your bare shoulder in the morning, the patch of skin he always insists he kisses you awake on. it smells like your laughter, your smile, your beautiful eyes. you were home.
âsamu?â you quip, pulling your boyfriend out of his trances. he blinks, his lazily draped arms subconsciously tightening around you.
âyes bella?â he asks, his voice lazy and his brown eyes tired from the day. if he could melt and simply become apart of you, he would. youâre the only part of himself he actually seems to love, anyway.
âwere you listening?â you chuckle, knowing that heâs a thinker. he loves you for understanding that, for knowing the signs when heâs lost in his own brain. his nail biting, his wandering eyes, his occasional hums. you know it all, maybe better than dazai knows it about himself. youâd give anything to see what heâs thinking, the beautiful equations in his brain.
his lips curve into a smile, refocusing on you as you laid in his lap all tuckered out. âiâm sorry.â
you sigh, half disappointed but half too-love-struck-to-care. he pulls you flush against his chest, letting you listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. oh, how beautiful it sounds.
âi was saying we should go down to that new bakery.â you hum, not minding to recount your experiences for him. âatsushi told me kyouka really likes the crepes there.â
you know heâs listening this time, evident by the way his slender fingers travel through your hair. he loves the silky feel of it, how it may be the softest thing heâs ever felt after years of strangling throats and pulling triggers.
he melts onto that couch with you. the only other sound that can be heard is the occasional drip and drop from the sink. he makes a mental note to check on it in the morning, making sure its not leaking too much.
in his experience, everyone was up to something. no person was just kind for the sake of being kind. and for all his life, people wanted things from dazai. he was used and shaped into a demon when all heâs ever wanted was just to disappear. he insists heâs fine, and that this is just the person he is. he assures everyone that the voices he hears, in and external, donât bother him at all.
but to you he can admit, that sometimes, heâs just too soft for all of it.
you built a home from the ground up with him. you sheltered and fed a man who never knew what it was like to be loved without condition. all you ever wanted from dazai was nothing. sweet, sweet nothings. and he knew heâd give you everything he is and more in return for that love, for those sweet nothings.
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quick lil fluffy blurb about toji <33
thinking about married, domestic life with toji and you come home from coffee with your girlfriends to an empty house. you call out for him and hear a little "outside" ring in through the open window. its a beautiful late spring day as you walk onto your porch outside and see your husband, shirtless, hunched over what looks to be half of a cabinet, wooden planks and screws. you approach taking in the way the muscles in his back work in tandem with each other as he works to sand some of the edges of the wood. a bit of sweat drips down by his brow, the exertion taking its toll even as a light breeze whisks through the air. it catches in your dress, the soft fabric fluttering around your legs as you come to stand behind him.
"what are you making, toji? it's been a while since you've pulled out your woodworking stuff, did you find a new project?" you ask trying to peek at all of the pieces he has.
"saw ya geekin out over a cabinet on your pinterest board. figured it wasn't too hard ta make from scratch, no big deal or nothing. how was lunch with the girls?"
"what cab-" you start, but think back to the little board you had dedicated to pieces you wanted to decorate your home with. most of them were just fragments of a dream cottage you'd conjured in your head but recently, you couldn't stop thinking about maybe splurging on a gorgeous piece to give you a little more storage and a space to show off the books you had bought recently and the little clay statue your toddler made you in his art class. "shut up you are not making the white cabinet oh my god!" your voices rises nearly two octaves in excitement and disbelief. "how did you even see that! when did you get a pinterest account?"
"you made me get one so i could see the board you dedicated to us, princess. i hop on it every couple'a months ta see what you're thinking about. saw this thing ya keep adding to your collections and had some pieces left over after the swing chair. jus' bought a few more boards n' hinges. wanted to wait for you before getting paint in case you wanted a different color." you truly could burst from all of the love you had inside of you for this man. he wasn't always the best with words, but actions like these made reminded you every day why you said yes all those years ago.
left speechless, you simply lean over his back and throw your arms around his neck, pressing a big fat kiss to his cheek, hoping he feels the love radiate from you to him. "hey, get off, doll. m' all sweaty!" he says, bringing a hand to your shoulder and lightly pushing. you ignore his protest and tighten your arms before laying a small assault of kisses all over the side of his face. when you're satisfied, you pull back, seeing a small hint of fading red kiss marks left from your lip stick.
"thank you, toji. so much. can i help you with anything?" you ask, giddy.
"'ve got things covered here, doll. 'm a little thirsty though, would ya mind getting me a water or something?" he replies, and you twirl immediately, eager to fix him up a cold lemonade and some fruit. before you can get a step away and tell him 'of course,' his hand reaches up and grabs yours, tugging you back. you nearly fall but he's got you with a steady hand at the small of your back. he leans over and steals a kiss from your stunned form. "that's better. thanks babe." he says as he releases you, leaving a light pat on your butt before he crouches back down over the planks he still needed to sand.
what a gorgeous day.
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Sweet Treat
older!Eddie Munson x fem reader
Word Count: 3.4k
It's hot out and you see your older neighbor mowing his lawn. Lucky for you he invites you inside for a sweet treat.
Warning: 18+ I will block you if you are under 18 or have no age in your blog. oral (f receiving), p in v, fingering, like the slightest amount of food play, 40s eddie, 20s reader, fem reader, just a bit of cum eating
Thank you to my beta readers @munson-blurbs, @lofaewrites, @emma-munson and @littlexdeaths
Masterlist
It was sweltering outside, like hell was no longer a fictional place made up by religion but real, and its flames had reached Hawkins. The sun beat down on you so intensely that you thought your skin was melting.Â
You berate yourself for thinking that taking a walk outside in the middle of summer would be anything but awful and yet you're here.
Sweat dripped from your forehead as you finally made it back to your home, but instead of going straight inside something stopped you in your tracks.
Your neighbor, or your hot older neighbor, had started mowing. The sound of the motor roaring to life caught your attention, and the sight of the 45-year-old without his shirt on kept it.Â
The sun shining onto his sweat-soaked skin made him look ethereal, like a god on earth. It made your mouth water and your nerves vibrate.Â
He caught your eye a moment later and waved, you waved back and then made yourself look busy by checking your mailbox, nothing was there. You didn't want him to know you were gawking at him.Â
It must not have worked because as soon as the mower had turned on, it turned off and you heard your name being called in that deep timber.
You walk down your driveway, closer to where he sat on his machine.
"Hi, Mr. Munson," you greeted with a smile.
He sighs, "Thought I told you to call me Eddie."
You respond with a giggle, "I know, I just do it to aggravate you."
"Ah, so you think you're funny?"
"Oh, I know I am."
Eddie just chuckles at that, shaking his head.Â
Reaching a hand up, you wipe the sweat from your brow.Â
"Sure is hot."Â
"It is. You wanna come inside, I've got some cold water and a bit of butter pecan ice cream if you want any." He offers.
You wrinkle your nose, "Butter pecan? That's such an old man flavor."Â
"No, it isn't."Â
"Yes, it is. The only people who eat and enjoy butter pecan are over the age of 40." You enjoy the banter that usually flows between the two of you. It makes your stomach flutter and your knees weak.Â
He just rolls his eyes. "Well then, Sweetheart, I think I have just a bit of chocolate in the freezer with your name on it."
You finally walk up next to him as he stands from the mower. "Don't I just feel special."
Eddie looks at you smugly. âLadies first.â He gestures for you to walk in front of him and you oblige.Â
Thereâs a swing to your hips that you hope catches his attention, especially with how much skin is exposed from the workout shorts you were wearing. You hear him cough, clearing his throat and you know it worked.Â
âDoorâs unlocked,â he calls as you bound up the stairs.Â
Upon entering the house youâre hit with a blast of cold air. The AC was definitely turned down as far as it could go, it felt almost like a freezer.
Eddie enters only a moment after you, letting the door slam closed. He glides past you, a hand barely grazing our hip as he does. You follow him closely.Â
It's bright enough in the kitchen that he doesn't bother flipping the light on. He heads straight for the fridge.Â
Your eyes rake over him, taking in the flex of muscles as he bends to open the sliding freezer door. The way his arms bulge when he rummages through the depths had your mouth watering.Â
Giving a long sigh, Eddie stands up straight and turns to you with a pint of ice cream in hand.Â
âLooks like it's just old people ice cream if the princess is alright with that.â
âOh, it's princess now?â You ask, taking a seat on the barstool next to the kitchen island.Â
Eddie shrugs, âFits better since you're apparently too good for the best ice cream known to man.â
âI am not.âÂ
He scrunches his face, you think it's cute. âI beg to differ.â
âI'm not, I'll eat your ice cream, no problem.â
âSo you aren't going to complain that it's for old people?â He asks, settling at the counter next to you.
âJust open the carton.â You give his arm a slight shove.Â
He does as you say and pushes it closer to you before offering a spoon.Â
You take it and thank him before scooping a tiny bit of the sweet treat out. It's cold on your tongue and you hate to admit it but it was good.Â
âS'good isn't it?â
âEh, it's okay.â You say, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right.Â
Taking another scoop, this time you bring the spoon slowly into your mouth, lapping up the ice cream in a more sensual manner as you make eye contact with the other man. Just barely, you can see his pupils dilate taking you in.
âYouâve got a little-â Eddie makes a vague gesture to the corner of his mouth.
Giggling a bit, you fein ignorance of the ice cream you let collect at the corner of your mouth. âHere?â you ask as you wipe at the opposite side.Â
And just as you thought he would, Eddie reaches over and smoothes his thumb over your lip, collecting what was there. Your breath hitches when he brings his thumb to his mouth and licks it clean. The sight of his tongue wetting the digit and the glisten of saliva in the light had your legs clenching.Â
You want him to do it again.Â
So, with another bite of ice cream, you make what youâre doing more obvious, letting the spoon paint the white treat over your lips. You know what it must look like, salacious and borderline inappropriate if your mind was in the gutter, which is where you know Eddieâs is at that moment.
He takes a deep, shaky breath, âFuck-â Heâs surging toward you before you can even comprehend it. Soft, plump lips connect with yours. You freeze in shock for just a moment, then you kiss him back.Â
The spoon in your hand drops to the counter, rattling loudly. You reach your arms around his neck and pull him into you. Eddie slips his tongue between your lips and lets out a groan. He tastes like butter pecan and something you canât quite place, something you can only describe as Eddie.Â
You canât get enough and just when you start to wrestle your tongue against his, he pulls away and creates a space between the two of you.Â
A hand rubs over his face and he sight. âWe canât be doing this.â His tone is reluctant. Â
Furrowing your brows, you ask, âWhy not?âÂ
Eddie looks at you and flits his eyes from your kiss-swollen lips to the dismayed expression in your eyes. âAre you serious? Iâm too old for you.â
âLast I checked, 45 wasnât that old.â
âSweetheart, I have tattoos older than you.â He shakes his head.
âEddie, Iâm a grown adult who knows what she wants and to put it frankly, you have been at the top of that list for quite some time.â You pause to examine his expression. His brow is cross and heâs gnawing on the inside of his cheek. âIs it my consent that you need? Because you have it.â
âGod, this is probably a bad idea,â he whispers to himself and then he's on you once more. His large hands squeeze at your waist until they find their way under the fabric of your tee. Your own hands cling to his shoulders, keeping yourself balanced so you donât fall off the bar stool.
Eddie bites your lip, tugging it lightly when he pulls away. âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to kiss you. How long Iâve wanted to have my hands on you, to feel you.â He says, breathless.Â
He kisses down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and a tingle wherever his lips meet your skin.Â
âEddie-â You moan.Â
âHum?âÂ
âI want you to do more than kiss me.â
That stops him in his tracks. He pulls away for a second time and you canât help the whimper it brings out of you.Â
âYouâre sure?âÂ
As much as you were grateful for his concern, it was really getting in the way of you trying to have him fuck the daylights out of you.Â
âYes, Iâm sure.â You pull him in for a deep kiss before whispering against his lips, âSo, are you going to fuck me or am I going to have to take matters into my own hands?â
The smirk he gives you is cocky. âCâmere, Sweetheart.â He grabs at you, pulls you from the stool, and moves you to the island countertop. He wastes no time in ridding you of your shirt and bra.Â
His tongue licks a long, wet line from the side of your neck down to the elastic waistband of your shorts.Â
Slowly but surely, he begins to pull the fabric down Your legs. He stops in surprise when He sees you aren't wearing anything underneath.Â
A deep chuckle vibrates in his chest. âDid you know this would happen, Sweetheart?â He left an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of your thigh. âHum? Plan to seduce me with those short fucking shorts only to not have any panties on?â
Shaking your head you mumble out âNo.â
âIt sure does look like it, princess.â Eddie teases you with his fingers, using them to spread you open gently. His eyes glaze over with lust. âFuck, baby⊠so pretty and wet for me.â
The sudden rush of arousal washes over you, leaving your skin flushed and your cunt fluttering around nothing.
He leaves wet kisses all over the sensitive skin, moving from your apex to your thigh, right where the artery was. Taking the plush meat there into his mouth, he sucked, soothing his tongue over where his teeth bit down gently. There was no doubt a mark would be there when he pulled away.Â
You watch him, elbows planted on the counter to prop yourself up. Just looking at him makes your heart beat faster.Â
âEddie,â you moan as you widen your legs.Â
He hums against you as he sucks his way back to your center. With lidded eyes, he looks up at you just as his mouth attaches to your clit.Â
Choking out a gasp, you let your head fall back between your shoulders.Â
Eddieâs hands wrap around the back of your legs, gripping them firmly and guiding them over his shoulders. The noises coming from where he was connected to you had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He'd only just started but it felt like with every even suck and precise lick of his tongue, You were melting into a puddle around him.Â
Soon your arms became weak and you had to lay flat. Your hands had a mind of their own as your body writhes under Eddie's expert mouth. His hair quickly fell from the loose knot that kept it out of his face when you ran your hands through it.Â
You could tell Eddie liked it too much, hips bucking into nothing When you tugged on the salt and pepper strands. His moans sent vibrations through you.Â
âEddie, fuck, Eddie- you feel so good,â you can't help but babble when you feel two thick fingers begin to penetrate your entrance.Â
There's an audible pop when he releases you from his mouth. âYeah? Imagine how good my cock's gonna feel, Sweetheart.â He removes your legs from his shoulders as he begins to stand.
Tilting your head, you gaze at him. Following down his nose, over his wet lips, down along the tattoo of a sneak that started at his shoulder and curled down his bicep. With him closer now, you could see more of those tattoos littering his skin and the trail of hair that led from his navel down.Â
You clench around his fingers at the thought of whatever was hiding behind those basketball shorts. You wanted it, needed it, inside of you.Â
Eddie's fingers massaged into you, the calloused pads pushing into your soft insides. âRight there!â You pant when he pushes into a particularly sensitive spot. âRight there! Don't stop!â
He doesn't, he keeps a strong steady pace with his fingers hitting the mark every single time. It had your toes curling and your head swirling with pleasure.Â
Unknowingly, you clamped your hand over your mouth as you began to moan.
Eddie pushes your hand away. âDon't cover those pretty moans, wanna hear how good I make you feel.â
Nodding, you keep your hands away. Occupying one by gripping your breast and the other, slipping it down to massage over your clit.Â
The added stimulation makes your legs snap shut and your body goes ridged. You were hurled over the edge so fast that your vision was almost white.Â
Eddie kept his fingers pumping into you despite the added obstacle. You could hear the wet sound growing louder as your body shook with release and your lungs cried out.Â
âThat's it, princess, give it all to me.â
âEddie-â you cry out to him. âFeels- ah fuck, I feel so good.â
He hums in approval.
âYou make me feel so good.â
Eddie pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt and licks them clean. âGod, you're delicious. Put that ice cream to shame.âÂ
He pulls you by your hips down the counter, closer to him, and places a firm kiss on your lips. You'd never liked the taste of yourself before but that salty tangy mixed with the sweetness of Eddie's tongue had you melting and wanting for more.
You want to feel him inside of you. No, it's not a want, it's a need. A need so strong you think you might cry if you don't have I'm in the next five seconds.Â
Pulling away, you give Eddie a look. One so filled with lust and longing, you know he won't be able to resist.
âWhat is it, princess?â He asks, moving back in to kiss marks on your neck.Â
Your fingers tug on his hair and you sigh. âI need-â
âWhat do you need?â
âI need you to fuck me.â The buck of your hips punctuated every word.
âS'that right, Sweetheart? Need me to use this pretty cunt?â
You groaned, nodding excitedly when he started backing up. As he did so, he knocked over what was left of the ice cream. It was melted now and its contents flowed onto the counter. Â
Eddie smirked as he took the carton and instead of sitting it back up, he poured it onto your skin. The splashes of the now liquid dessert were cold on your hot skin. He gives you a salacious wink before lapping up what he had tipped onto you.
âEddie!â You gasp, surprised by his actions.Â
He paced you no mind, cleaning the stickiness from your skin, and pulled back. Acting as though nothing had happened, he began tugging at the drawstring of his shorts.Â
The outline of his cock was impressive, you had always imagined it would be the biggest you'd ever had. And as his shorts and boxers fell from his hips down his toned legs, you were proven right.Â
Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sick of him. Long and thick and stood at attention. Your eyes flicked from the flushed tip of his cock to his eyes and then back down again a few times before he chucked. Asking âSee something you like?âÂ
âYeahâŠâ you were breathless just looking at it.Â
Anticipation begins to build, your heart beating faster as he lined himself up. Your legs spread wider, letting Eddie nestle in. He gives the sensitive skin a tap with his cock before sliding it through your slick folds.Â
âReady, baby?âÂ
âYes, please.â
As he enters, there's a slight pain. He's thicker than anything you've ever taken and the new stretch has you burning. He isn't even halfway inside before you start shaking and mewling in ecstasy.
Eddie's fingers have your hips in an iron grip. He looks out a long moan once he bottoms out. There is the sensation of being filled to your absolute max.
Your walls are contracting around him, trying To pull him in deeper.Â
âFuck. That's it, baby, taking me so well. So proud of you.âÂ
You keen into his praise. Hips bucking and back arching.Â
âNeed more,â you plead and he obliges, rocking his hips into you, starting slow before going into an almost inhuman speed. pleasure is all that you feel, all that you know in this moment.
With every thrust, you saw Eddie lose just a little more self-control until he was feral, pounding into you.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck. Feel so fucking good baby. Yeah, that's right, this pussy was made for me, wasn't it? God dammit.â He'd lost his filter, saying anything and everything that came to his mind.Â
You were loving it. No man had ever been so vocal with you before and it was such a turn-on to hear every grunt, moan, and whimper.
There's a flutter in your stomach that you know all too well. You're balancing on the edge and are so close to toppling over.Â
âEddie. Eddie. Eddie!â You've run out of words, all you can manage to say is his name. It's like a prayer on your lips.Â
âI know, Sweetheart.â He tuts, voice out of breath. âCan feel you squeezing me. God, youâre so fucking tight.â His fingers grip your hips harder. âNeed you to cum for my baby, can you do that?â
You nod frantically. âYes, yes, yes,â you say as his thrusts continue, finally giving you that last little nudge you need to fall.Â
With eyes rolling back in your head and a ringing in your ears, you cum. Harder than you ever had before. You're so lost in the feeling that you can't hear yourself screaming rapture. Every feeling is intense like hitting a raw nerve but it's so enjoyable.
Eddie's thrusts slow to a stop before he reluctantly pulls from your warmth and tugs himself to completion. You can feel the warm ropes quickly cooling on your stomach and breasts when you finally come back to reality. Â
âGod dammit.â Eddie rasps.Â
You can't help but laugh, âMy thoughts exactly.â
Fixing your eyes on your stomach. You take a finger and collect Eddie's cum onto it. He watches you with wide eyes as you bring the finger to your mouth. It's not your favorite taste but you moan nonetheless.
âThanks for the sweet treat, Mr. Munson.â Your face heats up over what you've said.
Eddie chuckles and shakes his head at you before giving you a fond look. Even though you were spread out on his kitchen counter covered in drying cum, you'd never felt more comfortable. You can see when Eddie hesitates ever-so-slightly before he asks, âCan I kiss you?â
It was sweet, you thought. You nod giving him the go-ahead.Â
He pulls you up by the hand you give him and his mouth is on you in a tender kiss. Much too tender for what you had both finished doing.Â
His hands massage into the sides of your face and neck and your own slide into his hair, tugging the fallen strands at the nape of his neck.Â
When he pulls away, you follow him hot wanting his lips to leave yours. He gives you a quick peck before stepping back.Â
You pout but he soothes you. âI'll be back. Gonna get a cloth to clean you up.âÂ
It only takes him a moment to return to you, warm rag in hand. It feels nice to have all the sweat and other fluids wiped from your skin, it feels even nicer with Eddie the one doing it.Â
A yawn escapes you when heâs finally done and helps you off the counter.Â
âTired?â He asks.Â
âYea-â You were cut off by another big yawn, it brings involuntary tears to your eyes. Rubbing your eyes, you sigh, âI guess I better get home.â Bending down, you reach for your clothes that had made a home on the floor.Â
âOr,â Eddie stops you, âYou could stay here.âÂ
 The statement was more of a question with his hopeful look and light tone.Â
You canât help the blush that makes its way onto your cheeks. âI think Iâd like that.âÂ
âGood. Now leave those there, I have something more comfortable you can wear.âÂ
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ZB1 + Jealous Sex
ZB1 after one of you is jealous!
note: legal members only (not including gunwook or yujin!) & as always, minors dni!
JIWOONG's eyebrows just furrow because, really? Did you seriously think any of these run-of-the-mill men at this party could make him feel insecure? They don't but they do manage to piss him off. Why were you so close to them? You were just being friendly? You're a liar.
You babble incoherently as he held the vibrator to your abused cunt, having climaxed more times than you could count before having it ripped away by his hands. All he did was crudely laughs at your expense. "What's wrong baby? Earlier you had no problems acting like a slut. I'm just treating you like one."
You knew ZHANG HAO was cute, everyone knew it. Doesn't mean you appreciate everyone flirting with him though.. And his seemingly oblivious act to it all has you seeing red. God, you had to teach him a lesson.
"Babe, s-slow down." He lets out, cock already spent, your eagerness to get him to cum again has him tearing up. His face red as he bites his bottom lip, letting out low whimpers. You continue bouncing on him though, fingers digging into his shoulders as you use them as an anchor. You scoff, trying not to let any moans slip out. "Think any of those girls out there could have you like this baby?"
HANBIN knows that it's not your fault, but it doesn't stop him from getting a little jealous! His friends had crashed your beach date, catching your body in its full glory in the cute bikini you donned. He swears one of them even popped a boner from it!
"You're mine," He growled, your leg thrown over his shoulder. He hadn't even managed to slip your bikini off, only pushing it to the side enough to enter his fat tip into you. Could you blame him? You just looked so good in it! "Only I get to touch you like this, right?"
MATTHEW had been begging you to join him at the gym for months and you finally gave in. Things were fine until you managed to catch a group of girls giggling at your boyfriend in a compression shirt. Leading to an argument that he found himself determined to make up for.
His tongue licked the stripe up your clit, placing light kisses on your thighs to tease you afterwards, before tongue fucking you. "Don't act silly my love, you know you're the only one I want. Those girl's can look all they want, but you're the one that get's me this way."
TAERAE felt the familiar green monster rear its ugly head into his life the minute he spotted you being asked out at the coffee shop he was here to meet you at. You immediately declined the other, but he still couldn't help but feel a little insecure. It was up to you to show him he had no reason to worry.
"Hmm," You mumble, jerking him off as you prepare to deepthroat. He whines, holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you press kisses to the flushed tip. "Prettiest cock in the world attached to my pretty boy. No where else I'd rather be then here taking your load down my throat." He can't even manage to stutter a response before you're gagging on his shaft.
You can't blame anyone who hits on RICKY, people flock to him like bee's to honey. But two can play at that game, and you played it quite well, but Ricky doesn't like sharing.
"Gonna fill you with so much cum that it leaks out," He has you folded into a mating press, your walls sucking him in as you jolt from how rough he was fucking you. He was determined to drill into you until your pussy was molded for only him. "Lets see you talk to the guys with it dripping down your legs."
He doesn't get jealous, or at least that's what GYUVIN tells himself. He likes that you get along with his friends! No he doesn't mind one of his friends offering you a jacket. Or saving you a seat by them! It's all perfectly fine.
"Please, please don't leave me. I'd cry every day and- haah - I promise, none of them can treat you like I can." He begs, too busy caught up in his own ministrations that he can't even notice you're fucked too dumb to properly respond. Your back arched as his balls hit your ass with every stroke as you try to keep yourself propped up. "I'm promise I'm good enough, I'll be the best boyfriend- shit - you could ever ask for."
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