#AND I JUST HAVE TO KEEP IT ALL LOCKED UP INSIDE ME THERE IS NO OTHER OPTION NO FUCING OPTIONS NO CHOICES NOTHING

[slapmeshigaraki]

♡ i just feel like rafayel is greedy,, like he gets off on overstimulating you

“Baby, you have to keep your legs open for me.” You felt a pair of warm palms press against your flesh, gently forcing your thighs apart. His eyes were illuminated in the dark room, a calming sea of blue juxtaposed by the devious grin that tainted his angelic face. Your skin was slick with sweat, the sheets beneath you and the man between your legs both sticking to you like glue for the last few hours.

“Rafayel, I can’t take it anymore…” You whined as his fingertips dug into you, gripping you tightly enough to leave a mark.

“Aw, but it’s my birthday, angel. You promised me everything I wanted, didn’t you?” His voice was smooth and sweet like honey, but there was something hidden in his tone. You often wondered if Lemurians were like sirens, luring in their prey with their enchanting voices and seducing those that dared to look into their eyes before they enticed them out into the deep waters of the sea. A face as beautiful as his, but with such a devilish mind—he must’ve been a demon of some kind.

“I promised you anything that you wanted, not everything.”

“Eh you say tomato, I say come in my mouth again,” he said, full lips brushing against your most sensitive area. Your body tensed immediately, the overstimulation forcing your back to arch off of the mattress at the slightest touch. You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out, pressing your hand against his forehead, desperately trying to push him away. His slim fingers found yours, entangling one another before you could object again.

“Last time, I promise.” His tongue lightly flicked against your clit, a chaste pressed against you as your eyes locked with his. You pulled your gaze from his as he spoke for fear that if you looked too long that you'd be hypnotized again as you had been two hours ago when you’d made the initial promise.

“I just want to make sure I clean you up, yeah? This pretty pussy treated me so good tonight—" another kiss “made me cum so hard inside of her. Shouldn’t I at least get to kiss her goodnight, hm?” He wasn’t really asking what you thought, just waiting for you to tell him what he wanted to hear. You could hardly think straight as the heat between your legs built up once again with every light lick of his tongue against you, gently circling your entrance.

“Answer me. Don’t you want to make me happy one last time on my birthday?” You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sound of his voice, pleading as you felt the tickle of his warm breath against you as he spoke. You were slowly losing the will to deny his wishes, falling under his trance as you always did.

“Yes, I want to make you happy…”

“Such a sweet baby I have. How could I not want to make her feel good?” He wasted no time now, tongue licking painfully slow between your slick lips, sucking lightly between soft kisses as your breathing quickened against your will. It wasn’t long before you tasted the metallic flavor of blood on your tongue from how hard you’d been biting your bottom lip, desperately trying to stifle your moans. You could feel your hole tightening from the pleasure, clenching around nothing, your thighs getting covered in your wetness with each passing second.

“Angel, your pussy is pushing all of my cum back out. Do you not want my babies inside of you anymore? I thought you wanted to be tied to me in every way possible…thought you were gonna be good for me.”

“I can’t help it. ‘M sorry, Rafayel.”

“How ungrateful you are and, on my birthday, too... I guess I’ll just have to push it all back inside then, won’t I?” A scream erupted from the depths of your throat as you felt his plush tongue stuffing itself between your walls, forcing through your entrance with ease. You tried to push against him with your free hand, but he trapped that one as well, holding both of your wrists away from him and leaving you completely vulnerable. The tip of his tongue slid in and out with ease, milking every bit of his cum out of you as he licked it off of your skin. Your thighs clamped around his head, restricting his movements before he pulled his mouth away from you, giving your aching hole a much-needed break before you got too close.

“We taste so sweet together baby, just like icing…” he said, slowly releasing your hand from his grip before sliding his thumb between your lips, eliciting another scream from you.

“Don’t you want to taste it?” His eyelids were low, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices. Your body was quickly growing too weak to protest. He took your silence as a yes, sliding his finger between your lips and against your tongue. You were intoxicated by the familiar taste of his cum and silenced by the weight of his finger in your mouth.

“Tell me you want me to make you cum again,” he said, barely above a whisper as he leaned back between your thighs, forcing them apart much more aggressively this time with his free hand. His full lips pressed against your skin, warmly blending with the overwhelming heat of your core.

“Nuh uh,” he said shaking his head, as your fingers moved to pull his from between your lips. “Say that you want me to make this pretty pussy cum with my thumb in your mouth.”

“Please make me cum,” You muffled out against his skin, tears pricking the inner corners of your eyes at the overstimulation as two of his fingers found your sensitive entrance.

“Good girl. My good pretty girl with the achy pussy. Don’t worry baby, I’ll help you. I'll kiss her all better, yeah?” Your cunt’s resolve was as weak as your own, not bothering to put up a fight and letting his digits in with ease. Rafayel knew every inch of your body as if he owned it because he truly believed that he did. He would ask just to watch you play with yourself in front of him, hungry eyes studying every gasp, every quiver, every twitch time and time again until he knew your body better than you did. He curled his fingers up, hitting the fleshy part inside of you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head as you moaned out against his thumb.

“You’re doing such a good job for me, my angel—lettin’ me in so nicely.” His pace quickened now, fingers slamming against your g-spot over and over again as you screamed his name unabashedly.

“That’s what I like to hear, such a sweet song from my angel. Cum for me sweet girl. Come on, let go for me one last time. You can do it, I know you can. Be good for me, baby.” So you did. Your thighs clenched one last time, back writing against the mattress, eyes shutting tight as the tears finally flowed freely, the sensation overwhelming every single one of your senses. His fingers slowed down, stalling their movements as he worked you through the orgasm.

“I guess you ended up giving me everything I wanted after all, huh angel?” He said, slowly pulling himself out of both of your holes before pressing gentle kissing all the way up your body, saving the final one for your lips.

“Happy birthday, you demon.” That same greedy grin spread across his face, as he pressed his forehead against yours, both of your bodies slick with each other.

“Thank you, my angel.”

♡ last post for a little minute,, since this is the last little thing i had in the drafts. buttttt today is valentine's day !!! i hope everyone enjoyed themselves,, if u care i did a little self care day and went out with my mom and aunt. it was quite niceeeeee :))) enjoy the rest of your week, pretties <333

[girlbeatings]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ bff!abby who you hooked up with during your experimental phase in college, giving you for sure the best orgasm of your comphet life, and yet you still fall for a douchbag guy that doesn't treat you as well as you thought he would. poor thing.

⏦ﾟ♡︎ bff!abby that helps you get ready for your wedding with said douchbag, forcing a smile and making sure you looked the part of a future lobotomised, white picket fence house wife. she felt bad for you, you had no idea what you were signing up for by accepting this ring as a sign of your 'love' and 'fidelity'. you'd probably realize way too late in life, maybe late 30s, that this is not what you wanted.

⏦ﾟ♡︎ bff!abby that feels just so sorry for you, that she holds you close and tells you how pretty you look today, the happiest day of your life. "always knew you'd make such a pretty little bride.. i mean, look at you..." her voice trails off as she tilts your chin up to guide your attention to the full length mirror. you did look pretty, the fancy white dress, perfect makeup and hair. perfect.

⏦ﾟ♡︎ bff!abby who stares at you through the reflection and gets an idea. a trip down memory lane, before you walk down the aisle.

"this fucking dress... makes you look so cute," she mumbles, her voice slightly forced as she stares at the lewd scene in the mirror. you pant and tremble, white heels dangling off your toes and the dress bunched up at your hips.

abby groans as she watches your cunt leak around two of her thick fingers, sat between her spread thighs and your back against her chest as you struggle to keep yourself together. "does he fuck you this good, baby? bet his dick isn't as big as mine, huh."

it wasn't, you know that much. abby's fingers with girthy, just two of them made you writhe and squelch, and that fucking strap she whipped out a few years ago had your sexual fantazies in a chokehold. the way you were so soaked that it just slipped in and out of your pussy without any struggle at all, the faux veins rippling against your insides and hitting all the right spots until you couldn't take it— and what did abby do then? she held you down and made you cum over and over.

your fiancé couldn't compare even if he tried, which he didn't. you were lucky if he even looked at your clit, never mind the sort of tricks abby was doing on it now.

"my pretty little girl, all dressed in white..." she murmurs, her fingers tapping firmly on your clit before rubbing in circles, watching your face scrunch up and your hips roll against her hand. "he's such a lucky man."

there's jealousy clear in her tone, because god she wants you. not just your body, she wants your fucking soul. your dna intertwined with her own. but she can't have that, because you don't like girls.

though, your face says different when her fingers stuff you full again. your head's empty at this point, so there's no lame excuse as to why you were happily letting your best friend fuck you minutes before your wedding, your soon to be husband already stood at the altar.

her fingers curl up to find that spot, smiling when your body almost lurches forward off the bed at the singeing pleasure that spikes through you. luckily, abby's arm is locked around your waist, and you stay pressed against her as she finger fucks you just how you remember— maybe even better. she clearly had more experience now. are you jealous?

"gonna fuck every vow out of that empty head." she promises, her thumb starting to abuse your clit in time with her plunging fingers, tears starting to bubble in your eyes as you writhe.

"a-abs, i'm— mmph, abby.."

"i know, wifey... pretty pussy's missed me so much, hasn't she?" she whispers, pressing a kiss to your neck as her hand continues to work perfectly between your spread legs. you know you'd think about this on your honeymoon, you'd think about her when your laid next to your husband, unhappy and yearning for her to come save you. and who knows? maybe after a few glasses of wine with your old college friend, she fucks you until you ruin that marital mattress for good.

happy valentine's day !!

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[aerifim]

imagine having a secret relationship with iwaizumi as the karasuno manager. like, the amount of thrill and excitement that would run through your veins the moment you lock eyes with him during a match is uncanny. the way his sharp gaze would linger for just a second too long before he snaps his attention back to the game—it's enough to send your heart racing.

the desperation of wanting to be near each other—knowing that the other is just right there—and resisting the urge to walk over to your boyfriend is a different level of risk. there's a magnetic pull between you, one that you both have to fight against to keep your relationship under wraps. 

though, despite the odds of being on opposing sides—and having to deal with the rivalry between your team and his—iwaizumi manages to find subtle ways to communicate with you between matches. a slight tug at his jersey means i miss you, a quick tap on his water bottle signals to meet you later, and a slight smirk across the court drives you absolutely nuts.

he even tries to sneak little notes into your bag, ones that say things like “you looked cute today. try not to stress too much over the crows.” 

but the struggle of not getting caught is real. kageyama and hinata always seem suspicious—especially since they seem to have a sixth sense when something feels “off”—but luckily they're too dense to put the pieces together.

but oikawa? he's a completely different story. he knows something is up. every time karasuno and aoba johsai are in the same vicinity, he teases iwaizumi mercilessly. 

“iwa-chan, you keep looking at karasuno’s manager. don't tell me you’ve got a crush.” he coos, only to get smacked upside the head.

there are so many close calls that almost revealed your relationship to the whole team. like the time you accidentally just called him “hajime” in front of your team, making tanaka and nishinoya immediately latch onto it. or when you and iwaizumi almost left a convenience store together after practice—laughing, completely forgetting that your teams were also inside. 

but then, it finally slips. the two of you got caught making out with each other in the storage room after a long, intense, and competitive practice match against aoba johsai. neither of you saw the door swing open in time and the two most noisiest team members had caught you two in the act. 

to say that tanaka and nishinoya were shocked to see the sight of you and an aoba johsai teammate making out in the storage room would be an understatement. and soon enough, everyone else knew. 

it started small. once sugawara and daichi caught wind of it, they immediately sat you down and spoke to you about it. 

with the rest of the team. 

luckily, it wasn't that big of a deal on your end—if you ignore tanaka and noya’s dramatic commentary. but for iwaizumi? he had to deal with oikawa being a drama queen. 

but, after all the teasing, the fake outrage, and oikawa dramatically claiming he needed “emotional recovery time” (which was just an excuse to bother iwaizumi more), both teams accepted it. 

that didn't mean they'd stop messing with you two, though. 

any time karasuno and aoba johsai were in the same gym, oikawa would send exaggerated kisses in your direction for the sole purpose of pissing iwaizumi off. nishinoya and tanaka started calling him “brother-in-law” to see how long it would take to get him to snap. 

sugawara even joined in on it, casually mentioning things like, “wow, iwaizumi-san, you're so polite for someone who made out in our storage room.” 

and, despite all the teasing, the sneaky comments, and the endless smirks from both teams, you and iwaizumi wouldn’t change a thing.

because at the end of the day, it was worth it.

♡ happy valentines day! this is for @reiyaus :3 & for the 3 people alive in the haikyuu fandom rn.

[mingi-s-dimples]

「 Skyline Sins - Mingi 」

"You like the view, baby?"

"Y-yes-"

"I like the view too. The view of your ass bouncing against me."

pairing: mingi x fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: Mingi's always so touchy... but tonight, he just can't get enough of you. At first, at dinner.. then, on the balcony.

wc: 3.7k

warnings: rough needy mingi, risky touching, public touching, slightly fingering under the table, public setting, balcony sex, making out, kissing, he's needy af, marking, hair pulling, neck holding, rough sex, cursing, possessiveness, teasing, dirty talk (slut), unprotected (boo use protection irl!!!), 3 rounds, desk sex, lots of cum, cum control (he makes her keep his cum inside until the dinner ends), spanking, biting, doggy, completely consensual, for sure forgot something, might edit later.

Author's Note: Thank you @atiny1 for uncovering this idea LMAO cause I got it while we were yapping... and damn. That's all I have to say 😵‍💫😵‍💫. I love Mingi. That's it.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

The party is a fucking blur—champagne bubbling in crystal glasses, laughter and murmured conversations blending with the pounding bass. The city skyline glows through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a breathtaking view of the world below.

But none of it matters.

Because Mingi is watching you.

Not just watching—devouring.

From across the room, sprawled in a leather chair like he owns the place, legs spread obscenely wide, a whiskey glass dangling from his fingers. He hasn’t taken his eyes off you once.

And you feel it.

Everywhere.

The weight of his gaze burns into your skin, making it impossible to focus. Impossible to breathe. Your dress suddenly feels too tight, your thighs press together too often, and you know. You fucking know he’s enjoying every second of this.

So when he suddenly appears beside you, lowering himself into the seat next to yours, heat rolling off him in waves—

You know you’re in trouble.

He spreads his legs, pressing his thigh against yours, his body too close, his scent wrapping around you—whiskey, spice, something dangerous.

Then—his hand grips your thigh.

Hard.

His fingers dig in, thumb brushing circles over your bare skin, and when he leans in, lips grazing your ear, his voice is pure sin.

"Enough fucking around."

Your breath hitches. "Mingi, we’re in public—"

He ignores you. "Been watching you squirm all night." His grip tightens, rough, possessive. "You like teasing me, baby?"

You should push him away. You should remind him where you are.

But you don’t.

Because fuck—this side of him? This rough, reckless, desperate side? It wrecks you.

His fingers slide higher. Too high. They ghost just beneath the hem of your dress, so close you almost snap.

"Someone will see—"

"I don’t give a fuck."

His voice is a low, dangerous growl, and the way he says it—like a warning, like a threat—has your stomach flipping, thighs trembling.

Mingi notices.

Of course he does.

He shifts, spreading his legs wider, forcing yours apart, using the cover of the tablecloth like it was meant for this. And when his fingers drag up your inner thigh—slow, teasing, his touch barely there—your nails dig into the table.

"You’re.. wet already, sweetheart?"

You squeeze your eyes shut. "Mingi, please—"

"Please what, baby?" His voice is all amusement, all filth. "You want me to stop?"

You don’t answer.

Because you don’t want him to.

Mingi smirks. Then—he pushes your panties aside.

Your entire body locks up.

His fingers slide between your folds, gathering the mess he’s caused, and he lets out a low, wrecked groan.

"Holy fuck."

Then—he pushes a finger in.

You suck in a sharp breath, body jolting. Your walls clamp around him instantly, the stretch not nearly enough, but fuck, you feel it everywhere.

Mingi’s chuckle is dark, cruel. "That’s it." He pushes deeper, knuckles brushing against you. "Take it, baby."

Your hand shoots out, grabbing his thigh, nails digging in, but you can’t stop the soft whimper that slips out.

And that’s when you panic.

Your voice is a frantic whisper, barely audible over the music. "Mingi—there are people—what if someone—"

He shoves his finger deeper.

The words die in your throat.

Your back arches, legs trembling, and Mingi groans, deep and wrecked.

"Let them see." His tone is pure filth, his breath hot against your ear. "Let them see how fucking good you take me."

You choke on a gasp, your nails digging into his thigh so hard it’ll bruise, but Mingi is relentless. His finger fucks into you, slow, deep, dragging pleasure kicking and screaming through your veins.

Then—he adds a second finger.

Your thighs twitch. Your walls clamp down, and Mingi feels it.

His breath shudders. "Oh, you like that?" He spreads his fingers, stretching you wider, hitting that spot so perfectly—

And then—he pulls out.

Your body jerks at the loss, your hips twitching, chasing friction, but he’s already lifting his fingers to his lips.

And then—he sucks them clean.

Your stomach fucking drops.

Mingi groans, eyes locked on yours, his tongue swiping over every drop of slick.

And then—his voice is a growl.

"Get up.”

Your brain barely registers the command before he grips your wrist, begging you through his eyes. His pace is brutal, shoving past bodies, ignoring the glances thrown your way.

And then—his room.

The door slams shut, and suddenly, your chest is against the wall.

His hands grip your waist, spinning you around, and then his mouth is on yours—rough, desperate, claiming. There’s no teasing, no hesitation, just pure need, his lips crashing into yours with teeth and tongue, hot and consuming.

You barely have time to gasp before he presses you against the glass rail of the balcony, his massive frame caging you in. One hand tangles in your hair, the other gripping your hip, pulling you flush against him.

And fuck, you feel him.

His hard, throbbing cock pressing against your stomach, proof of how badly he wants you.

"You drive me fucking insane," he growls against your lips.

Then—his teeth sink into your bottom lip, tugging.

You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders, and Mingi groans, his grip tightening, as if he’s barely holding himself back.

His lips move, trailing down your jaw, nipping at your skin—sharp, possessive bites, each one soothed by the slow, sensual drag of his tongue. Then—he finds your shoulder. And bites.

Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark, enough to brand you.

You gasp, back arching, and Mingi growls, his breath hot against your skin. "Mine."

The word sends a full-body shudder through you. Then, his hands move.

They slide down, gripping your thighs, your hips, grasping at your dress. His fingers bunch the fabric, dragging it up, higher, exposing you to the night air. And he doesn’t even hesitate.

He yanks your panties to the side. Not off. Not even a second of patience. Just pushed aside—like he’s too desperate, too gone, to waste even a second.

His other hand moves fast, unbuckling his belt with one sharp motion, the sound slicing through the heavy silence. Then—his zipper, the rustle of fabric.

And when he frees himself—his cock springing from the confines of his briefs, thick and aching—

He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t tease.

He grips your hips, spins you to face the railing, and presses you forward.

Your chest hits the cool metal, breath hitching as you feel the blunt, heated press of his cock right there, dragging against your soaked folds.

Mingi exhales, voice wrecked. "You’re dripping for me."

His fingers dig into your hips. His tone is low, strained, barely controlled.

"Mhm..You’re ready."

And then—he pushes in. He doesn’t ease in. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease, doesn’t even give you a second to adjust—because he knows.

He felt how ready you were, how drenched you were for him, how your body was already begging for it.

So he grips your hips, tight and bruising, and buries himself to the hilt.

Your head snaps back, lips parting on a silent gasp, your body jolting from the sheer force of it—the stretch, the pressure, the way he fills you so completely, so perfectly.

Mingi groans, low and guttural, his fingers flexing against your skin as he pulls back just enough—before slamming right back in.

"Fuck—" His voice is wrecked, strained, like he’s trying not to lose control. "You feel even better than I imagined."

And then—he moves. Not slow. Not careful. Relentless.

His hips snap forward, his pace merciless, punishing, filthy, each thrust sending a shockwave through your body, your chest pressing harder against the railing.

The cool metal bites into your heated skin, but you don’t care.

Because Mingi is ruining you.

His hands are everywhere—gripping, squeezing, possessing. His breath is hot against your neck, his voice dripping with raw need.

"You looked so good tonight, baby." His thrusts deepen, angle shifting, hitting exactly where you need him. "Had me hard the second I saw you."

Your nails scrape against the railing, barely able to hold yourself up, and Mingi notices.

Loves it.

He laughs, dark and breathless, so full of need. "You really thought I was gonna wait?"

His fingers tighten on your hips, his pace somehow getting even rougher, every movement a claim, a statement, a warning.

"I would’ve taken you right there." He snaps his hips forward, making you gasp. "In front of everyone."

A hand slides up, gripping your throat, tilting your head back until his lips graze your ear.

His voice is a dangerous whisper.

"So they all knew who you belong to."

"M-Mingi—"

Your voice is a broken moan, raw and breathless, slipping past your lips before you can stop it. Your hands clench around the railing, your legs shaking as he drives into you, deep and punishing, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with the distant hum of the city below.

Mingi growls, low and satisfied. "You like that, huh?"

His grip on your waist tightens, his other hand coming down fast.

A sharp slap lands on your ass.

The sting burns through the pleasure, sending a shockwave straight to your core, and your body jerks in response.

Mingi chuckles—dark, amused, wrecked. "Yeah, you do."

Before you can even recover, his hand moves up, fast, firm—

Fingers wrapping tight around your throat.

In one swift motion, he yanks you back against his chest, his arm locking around your waist, keeping you pinned in place.

"Let me hear you." His lips graze your ear, his voice thick with lust. "Let everyone fucking hear you."

Your head tilts back onto his shoulder, your breath coming out in broken gasps as he takes you apart, his pace never faltering, never giving you a chance to catch up.

Then—his mouth is on your neck.

Hot. Wet. Possessive.

His lips drag over your skin, tongue tracing the sensitive spots before his teeth sink in.

A sharp bite.

A groan rumbles through his chest, vibrating against your back as he marks you.

"Mine."

Mingi’s grip on your throat tightens, his chest hot and firm against your back, keeping you trapped between his body and the cool glass of the balcony railing.

His thrusts are punishing, deep and brutal, each one sending shockwaves through your trembling body.

"Taking me so fucking well," he groans, lips brushing your ear, his voice thick with pride and possession. "You were made for this, weren’t you?"

You can’t even speak—just moan, high and wrecked, the pleasure building too fast, too strong.

Your fingers clutch at his arm around your waist, nails digging into his skin, and you barely manage to choke out—

"Mingi—ah, fuck—I need to—"

His chuckle is dark, knowing.

"Yeah? You need to what, baby?"

His pace doesn’t slow, his cock slamming into you, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your legs threaten to give out.

Then—his hand leaves your throat.

Slides down, down, down.

And then—his fingers find your clit.

You whimper, a wrecked sob of pleasure, and Mingi groans, his breath hot against your ear.

"Come on, baby." His fingers circle, slow and teasing, contrasting with the brutal pace of his hips. "Let everyone hear what a good slut you are for me."

Your body tenses, coils tightening, pleasure crashing through you like a tidal wave.

And when he presses down harder, rubs faster, fucks you even deeper—

You break.

The moment it crashes through you, it wrecks you.

Your whole body shakes, back arching against Mingi’s chest as your orgasm rips you apart, white-hot and overwhelming.

And he feels it.

Feels the way you tighten around him, feels the way your thighs tremble, hears the helpless, broken moan that spills from your lips as you lose yourself completely.

"Fuck—" Mingi snarls, fingers digging bruises into your waist as he pounds through your high, chasing his own. "That’s it, baby—take it. Take all of it."

His thrusts get sloppier, rougher, his breath ragged as he buries his face in your neck, sucking at the damp skin, his groans vibrating through your spine.

"Gonna fill you up—" his voice breaks, desperate and ruined, "—gonna make sure you feel me dripping out of you all fucking night."

And then—he snaps.

His hips slam flush against yours, his cock pulsing deep inside, and with one last growl—he spills into you.

Hot. Thick. Endless.

Mingi shudders, his arms tightening around you, holding you so close, so deep, like he’s afraid to let go.

For a moment, there’s only breathing.

Heavy, ragged, shared.

Then—his lips find your back.

Soft. Lingering. Adoring.

Trailing from your shoulder blades, down your spine, pressing worship into every inch of you.

But he’s not done.

Because he’s still hard.

Still throbbing inside you, still not ready to let you go.

And when you shift slightly, whimpering from the over-sensitivity, Mingi groans, his hands already starting to move again.

"Baby—" His voice is wrecked, pleading, lips tracing up your back, kissing over the fresh marks he left. "One more. Please."

You shiver as he presses closer, hips rolling against your ass, his cock still thick, still needy.

"I’ve been thinking about this all night," he whispers, begging, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "May I?"

His fingers slide to your waist, gentle but firm, already preparing to bend you over again.

"Please, baby. Just one more."

And when you give the smallest, neediest nod—

He takes you again. Mingi doesn’t waste a second.

The second your breathy “yes” leaves your lips, he grins, dark and wrecked, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls out—

Only to slam right back in.

A choked gasp rips from your throat, your arms barely holding you up against the balcony railing as he sets a pace that’s somehow even harder, rougher, filthier than before.

And he loves it.

Loves how your body shudders beneath him, how your nails scrape at the railing, how you’re still so sensitive, still so desperate for more.

His hands slide up your body, over your spine, your shoulders—before gripping your throat again, tilting your head back so his lips can graze your ear.

"You like the view, baby?" His voice is teasing, cocky, but so wrecked with lust.

Through your gasps and moans, you manage a shaky, “Y-Yes—”

Mingi chuckles.

Dark. Low. Dangerous.

His pace doesn’t falter, doesn’t slow—if anything, he drives into you harder, deeper, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing through the night.

"Yeah?" His grip tightens, voice thick with amusement. "I like the view too."

He drags his teeth over your shoulder, then bites down, groaning when you whimper at the sting.

"The view of your ass bouncing against me."

A sharp smack lands on your skin, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

"The way your body shudders when I’m fully inside you."

Another slap, then his fingers spread over the mark, rubbing it in, soothing and teasing all at once.

His hips snap forward, relentless, and he chuckles again when you sob his name.

"So fucking beautiful."

Mingi snaps.

Your moans, the way your body tightens around him, the way you gasp his name like it’s the only word you know— it’s too much.

His grip tightens, his nails digging into your hips, holding you in place as he slams into you with reckless force.

No more teasing.

No more playing around.

Just raw, unrestrained need.

His voice is a wrecked growl, spilling from his lips with no filter, no shame.

"Fuck—look at you." His head tilts back, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he watches the way your body shakes, trembles, comes undone for him. "Look at how you take it. Fucking made for me."

His hips snap harder, faster, deeper, and he loses himself in it.

The sound of your skin meeting.

The filthy squelch every time he bottoms out.

The way you clutch at the railing like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

And then—you whimper.

“M-Mingi—”

Your voice shatters, high and breathless, and when he feels you tighten around him, trembling, needing—

He completely fucking breaks.

"Cum, baby." His hand slides down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight, desperate circles. "Give it to me. Let me feel you."

You gasp, moan, sob—

And then—you shatter.

Hard.

Your whole body locks up, legs shaking, head tilting back onto his shoulder as a wrecked, helpless scream leaves your lips.

And that’s it for him.

Mingi slams deep one last time, groaning your name, filling you up so much you can feel the heat pooling inside you.

His arms tighten around you, holding you up as you both tremble, completely fucking ruined.

For a moment, there’s just breathing.

Then—his lips find your neck.

Soft. Lingering. Addicted.

And he exhales, still inside you, still completely lost in you.

"Fuck, baby."

Mingi is still inside you, still throbbing, still completely wrecked— yet somehow, his hunger hasn’t dimmed.

His forehead presses against your shoulder, his breath ragged, his arms locked tight around your waist as he tries to regain control.

But he can’t.

Because you’re still so tight, still so wet, still fucking dripping with everything he’s already given you.

A deep, wrecked groan leaves his lips, his hands gripping your waist as he barely pulls back—just enough to push into you again, slow, deliberate, teasing.

And then, he laughs.

"Fuck." His voice is hoarse, ruined, a hint of pure disbelief under all that need. "I’ve never been this hard for three rounds…"

He lets out a shaky breath, his fingers digging into your waist, his lips pressing against your shoulder like he’s trying to ground himself.

"What are you doing to me, damn?" His tone is playful but wrecked, like he’s actually scared of how bad he wants you.

His hands slide up your sides, over your stomach, his touch lingering, possessive.

Then—his lips find your neck again, tracing over the fresh marks he left.

"How good you looked in that dress…" He nips at your skin, groaning when you shiver. "I wanted to rip it off in an instant."

Then, his voice drops, teasing but urgent.

"But… we have to be back in ten, if we don’t want to raise suspicions."

Yet, despite his words—he still doesn’t pull out.

Instead, his grip tightens.

And before you can even process it—

Mingi moves.

Swift. Sudden. Strong.

He lifts you off the railing, one arm hooking under your knees, the other around your back, carrying you like you weigh nothing.

And then—he’s striding back into the room, straight toward the desk.

"But I’m not fucking done with you yet."

And the second he reaches it—he sets you down, spreads your legs, and ruins you all over again.

Mingi doesn’t waste a second.

Gripping your thighs, your waist, your throat—he doesn’t know where to touch first because he wants all of you at once.

His lips crash into yours, desperate, messy, hot, his tongue claiming every whimper, every moan as he pushes you back against the cool wood.

And then—his hands move.

One gripping your hip.

The other sliding lower.

And when his fingers find your clit, slick and swollen from everything he’s already done to you—

You whimper.

Mingi groans into your mouth, eating every sound, his fingers teasing, circling, slow at first—before pressing down, rubbing rough and deep.

"You’re still so fucking wet, baby." His voice is thick with pure obsession, his breath hot against your lips.

And then—he pulls out of you completely.

Just to watch the way his cum drips out of you, pooling onto the desk.

"Fuck." His jaw clenches, his thumb sliding down to collect some of the mess—before he shoves it back inside you, pushing it deep.

You cry out, thighs trembling, hands clutching at his arms, his shoulders, anything to ground yourself.

And that’s when he loses it.

Mingi doesn’t ease back in.

He slams into you with one brutal stroke, knocking the breath from your lungs, his hands pinning you down as he sets a pace that’s relentless, unhinged, completely desperate.

Your body jolts with every thrust, the desk creaking beneath you, his cock hitting deep—too deep, just right.

And then—his lips are on yours again.

Messy. Sloppy. Ruined.

Like he’s trying to distract you from the fact that his hand is sliding down once again.

And then—you feel it.

His fingers press against your clit.

Teasing. Circling. Ruining you.

And you try to pull away, shaking your head, already too close, already too sensitive—

But Mingi doesn’t let you.

"Shh, baby," he whispers, his lips dragging over yours, catching your moans, swallowing every sound. "Let me make you fall apart one more time."

His fingers rub rougher, deeper, filthier.

And then—you break.. for what seems the 3rd time.

Your entire body shudders, seizes, collapses, your climax hitting you so hard you lose all sense of time, of space, of anything but him.

And then—you feel it.

The pressure—the release—the heat flooding between your thighs as your body gives in completely.

And when Mingi realizes what just happened— that you squirted all over-

His hips stutter, his whole body tensing, his breath catching in his throat.

His cock pulses inside you, spilling every last drop of cum he has, his groan deep, broken, completely fucking ruined.

For a moment, there’s nothing but breathing.

Heavy. Ragged. Shared.

Then—his lips press against your forehead, soft and lingering.

And he exhales, whispering—

"I don’t think I can ever get enough of you."

Mingi pulls away just slightly, his chest still heaving as he looks down at you. For a brief moment, his expression softens, almost tender. His fingers graze your thighs gently before he slowly pulls your panties back up, his touch surprisingly delicate after everything that just happened.

A teasing smirk crosses his lips, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You’re going to have to hold it in for a little longer," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear as he gives you a playful squeeze. "We’ve got an hour before we can head back and continue where we left off... don’t think I forgot what I’ve got planned for you."

He lifts his head, eyes meeting yours with a mix of intensity and something softer, something more endearing. His fingers brush your cheek before he adds with a quiet chuckle, "I don’t know how you’re going to resist me for that long... but I’ll be watching." he says as he zips up his suit pants, just like nothing happened.

And just like that, the tension shifts. It's still there—intense, electric—but there's a teasing playfulness in the air, as though he’s giving you a taste of something more, something that’ll come later.

NETWORKS:

@illusionnet

@blossomnet

PERMANENT TAGLIST:

@mingleshine @musiclovingfairy @crazylittlebisexual @sanhwalvr @artistic-rendition @hongjoongtime117 @cypher-03 @peachy-bell26 @atiny1 @my-atiny-kookie-rkive @atzlordz @chai0tea @miyaluvvsyou

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Title: Can’t Stand It

Summary: Bakugo keeps seeing you with Todoroki, and it pisses him off more than it should. At first, he doesn’t understand why—until he sees you two getting too close, and the jealousy finally hits him. Unable to hold back, he confronts you, and one heated moment later, he’s got you pinned against the wall, kissing you like he’s been dying to do it all along.

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Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t the type to dwell on things. If something pissed him off, he dealt with it—fast.

But this?

This was different.

It started small. Just a casual glance across the training grounds when he saw you standing next to Todoroki, the two of you talking between drills. Nothing serious. He wasn’t paying attention.

Until it happened again.

And again.

And again.

Every damn time he turned around, you were with that icy bastard, talking, laughing, looking way too damn comfortable. It wasn’t even like he was looking for you—his eyes just found you on their own, like his brain was wired to notice.

At first, he brushed it off. Who cared who you hung out with? It wasn’t his business.

Then he saw Todoroki hand you a bottle of water after training, and something in his chest tightened.

Then he caught you sparring together, Todoroki’s hand on your waist as he corrected your stance, and his jaw clenched so hard it hurt.

Then, worst of all, he saw you sitting next to him during lunch, leaning in close to whisper something, your shoulder pressed against his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

That was it.

That was the moment everything clicked—the moment something inside him snapped.

He was jealous.

Not just annoyed, not just irritated—jealous as hell.

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut, and for the first time in his life, Bakugo didn’t know what to do with himself.

So he did what he always did when his emotions got too loud. He acted.

You barely had time to react before he was storming across the cafeteria, his whole body tense, his expression thunderous. He didn’t stop walking until he was right in front of you and Todoroki, casting a shadow over your little moment.

You blinked up at him, confused. “Bakugo?”

His hands curled into fists. He didn’t trust himself to speak—not yet.

Todoroki glanced at him, unfazed as usual. “Something wrong?”

Bakugo ignored him completely, his gaze locked onto you. “Come with me.”

You raised a brow. “Uh, why?”

“Because I fucking said so.”

He saw the flicker of irritation cross your face, but before you could argue, he grabbed your wrist—not rough, but firm—and pulled you to your feet.

“Bakugo, seriously, what the hell?” you protested, but he wasn’t listening.

He was already dragging you out of the cafeteria, through the empty hallway, until he found a quiet corner, away from everyone else. Only then did he finally stop, releasing your wrist and turning to face you, his expression unreadable.

You huffed, rubbing your wrist. “Okay, are you gonna explain why you just kidnapped me from my lunch, or—”

“Why the hell are you always with Todoroki?” he cut in, voice low and sharp.

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

His jaw tightened. “You’re always with him. Talking to him. Laughing with him. Sitting with him.” He exhaled sharply, fists still clenched. “Why?”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “Because we’re friends? And he’s nice? What’s it to you?”

Bakugo grit his teeth. He didn’t have an answer. Or rather, he had one, but he sure as hell didn’t want to say it out loud.

But his silence must have said enough, because your expression shifted, something clicking in your eyes.

“…Wait.” You took a small step closer, your voice slower, more careful. “Are you… jealous?”

His whole body tensed.

Shit.

You stared at him, watching the way his jaw locked, his hands trembled, his entire body practically vibrating with barely restrained emotion. And suddenly, you saw it—really saw it.

The way his eyes had been following you. The way his irritation had been growing. The way he was standing so damn close right now, his breath uneven, his shoulders tense.

He was jealous.

The realization made something flutter in your chest.

A slow smile curled at your lips. “You are.”

Bakugo scowled. “Shut up.”

You stepped even closer, tilting your head up to look at him. “I didn’t know you cared so much.”

“I don’t.” It was a lie, and you both knew it.

You grinned, reaching up to tug lightly at the collar of his uniform. “Then why are you so mad?”

His breath hitched.

And then he snapped.

His hands grabbed your waist, yanking you forward, and before you could react, his lips crashed against yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful. It was desperate, heated, filled with all the frustration and want he had been bottling up for god knows how long.

You gasped against his mouth, but he didn’t let you pull away. His grip was firm, his fingers digging into your waist as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing flush against yours.

You melted into him, your hands sliding up to fist into his shirt, pulling him closer. His lips were rough and hot against yours, moving with a fierce intensity, like he was making up for lost time.

He nipped at your bottom lip, making you let out a soft noise, and that was all it took for him to lose control. His hands slid up your back, holding you like he was afraid you’d slip away, his body pressing you against the wall, completely caging you in.

It was overwhelming, intoxicating, everything you didn’t realize you had been waiting for.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath heavy, his grip still firm on your waist.

Your heart was racing, your mind spinning, but you still managed to smirk. “Well. That was unexpected.”

He let out a breathless, irritated laugh. “Shut up.”

You grinned, reaching up to brush your fingers over his jaw. “Make me.”

His eyes darkened, and before you could even blink, he was kissing you again.

[hrrtshape]

things to do with your s/o in honour of valentine’s day (or: things to script if your s/o is currently trapped in the fabric of space-time like a 1940s soldier in a locket)

kiss in every doorway you walk through. just because.

link pinkies instead of holding hands sometimes. just to keep things interesting.

make up a new anniversary. valentine’s day is amateur hour. find a random date and assign it significance. the day you first locked eyes across a crowded room? the day you both almost got hit by a taxi? make up a fake, elaborate backstory if needed. insist it’s the most important date of the year.

bite their sleeve when your hands are full. bonus points if you make eye contact while doing it.

wear something of theirs. a jacket, a sweater, a ring. something that smells like them, something that makes you feel like you belong to each other.

drag them into a photo booth. don’t give them time to think, just pull them in. later, hide a copy of it in their bag. or tape it to their mirror. or slide it into a book they’re reading. let them find it when they least expect it.

learn an entire obscure skill together. forging documents, deciphering ciphers, folding napkins into extravagant birds. something wholly unnecessary but deeply specific. nothing says ‘i love you’ like a hyperfixation you can share.

love each other like you are the last two people on earth who understand what love is. (because maybe you are.)

make them breakfast. not just toast. i mean ridiculous breakfast. pancakes with their initial spelled in syrup, eggs made exactly how they like them, fresh fruit cut into hearts if you’re feeling insane.

go to a bookstore and pick something for each other. something you think they’d love, or something that reminds you of them, or something with a title so absurd it makes you both laugh in the middle of the aisle.

write each other love letters. not texts, not dms. actual letters. fold them up, pass them under the table, seal them with lipstick like a 1950s socialite sending a telegram to her lover overseas.

slow dance in the living room. play something old, something scratchy and filled with longing. press your face into their shoulder. sway like you have all the time in the world.

light candles at dinner, even if you’re just eating pizza. especially if you’re just eating pizza.

draw on each other’s skin. little hearts on their hands. initials on their wrist. a whole mural on their arm if they’ll sit still long enough.

fall asleep on each other. on the couch, in the car, heads leaning together like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

go to a museum and act like the most insufferable art critics alive. invent elaborate meanings behind paintings. whisper things like ‘this piece destroyed me’ in front of tourists.

go somewhere haunted. make up an elaborate backstory for a ghost that definitely does not exist. demand the ghost give you relationship advice.

say ‘i love you’ in new ways. in a different language. in a ridiculous accent. spelled out in alphabet soup. traced onto their back with your finger.

leave them a note somewhere stupid. in their coat pocket, under their pillow, inside the fridge next to the soy milk. something simple. something damning. ("thinking about you." "you are so loved." "i win.")

trace hearts on their arm when they’re talking. act like you’re not doing it.

buy a cheap little ring and put it on their finger like it’s a royal coronation. it could be plastic. it could be candy. what matters is the ceremony of it all.

wear their favourite colour. don’t say anything about it. just let them notice.

[haihoneys]

Pool Party Fun Times

Summary: San is getting really tired of this cat-and-mouse game he’s been playing with Y/N. Little does he know, she’s fed up too. What’s going to happen when they each decide they’re going to make a move at their mutual friend’s pool party?

Word Count: 3,763

Pairing: Choi San x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut - reader is a ✨screamer✨, mention of blood (bitten lip), barely proofread (im defs high editing this oops), unprotected sex (pls be smart)

A/N: this is set in the same universe as If The Heavens Ever Did Speak and Afternoon Delight. you don’t have to read those to read this, though!! just thought i would mention it hehe. if you wanna get really specific… it actually happens the same day as Afternoon Delight… its the same party 👀

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The first time they met, San found himself drawn to her. She just had this magnetism about her that seemed to always keep him in her orbit. From the second Yeosang, a long-time friend of her’s apparently, introduced them to one another at a listening party San was just…enamored. She was all twinkling eyes and bright smiles, fluttering lashes and breathy laughs. 

Since then, she’d been popping up randomly in his world.

Two days after the listening party, they ran into each other at a cafe. A week after that, he was picking up some takeout from his favorite chicken place and all but ran into her as she was leaving the same restaurant. The very next day, as he was leaving the dance practice, he saw her from across the street as she was exiting a cab. 

San smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed and called her name. Y/N whipped around, shock coloring her features as she searched for the stranger calling for her. He jogged across the street, huffing another chuckle as he stopped before her. 

“We really need to stop running into each other like this.”

She laughed and nodded her agreement, reaching out a hand to rest on his bicep.  

The gentle touch had him biting down on the inside of his cheeks to keep from sighing and leaning closer to her.

“Yeah, we definitely do,” she smiled up at him, and to his horror, she pulled her hand away to hoist her bag up higher on her shoulder. “I actually have a meeting I need to get to. But, here, let me see your phone?”

San immediately started fumbling for his phone, patting at his pockets until he found the device. He unlocked it before placing it in her waiting palm. Y/n pulled out her own phone, swiping until she open… Snapchat… of all things and opened up her profile to show the qr code. She found the same app on his phone and opened it up, scanning the code to add her as a ‘friend.’ 

She made a satisfied little hmph sound as she locked his phone and handed it back to him. “Ooh, the request came through! Let me accept it before I head to my meeting.”

And they had been dancing around each other ever since, skirting just on the edge of flirting.

A shirtless, post-workout gym selfie from San. A shot of her legs in a bubble bath in response. 

A reply to his story complimenting his new haircut. A little video showing off said haircut as he thanked her.

Nothing too overt, but at the same time… it wasn’t just nothing.

They were both aware of the mutual attraction, of the suggestiveness of some of their photos and messages. But neither of them were making any real moves towards the other.

That is, until they were thrown into a group chat together with all their friends and invited to a pool party to celebrate the start of the summer.

Their phones pinged at the same time from opposite sides of the city: Y/N tucked into her cozy apartment and San in the back of an SUV on his way back to the dorms from the studio.

That was it. That was the opportunity they needed. This party would be the perfect time to make a move.

Of course, both of them choked when the day came. Offering up only shy hellos and timid waves when they saw each other.

In San’s defense though, she just looked too fucking good. When he saw her in the low-cut summer dress, nipples poking through the thin fabric, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom to adjust his semi-hard cock in his jeans.

He spent the rest of the afternoon making eyes at her from across the pool deck, not bothering to hide the fact or even deny it when Wooyoung giggled about it.

And she was sending those looks right back to him! He swore she was fluttering her long eyelashes at him, too. And maybe he started to think about how she would look up at him when she was on her knees for him… about how she’d take him down her throat and - 

A beach ball came soaring across the deck and smacked him on the forehead. He stood there, a bit dazed, as he snapped out of his thoughts.

Wooyoung was doubled over, laughing so hard he was near tears, trying to choke out an apology. San huffed and rolled his eyes, picking the pool toy up and hurling it back at Wooyoung.

San smiled at the dull thwack! as it made contact with the side of his head.

“Ow!” Wooyoung gasped, hand flying to rub at his head. “No way it hit you that hard!” 

“Serves you right, brat,” San shrugged. Honestly, it was probably for the best with the way his thoughts were spiraling just seconds ago. 

San eventually found himself behind the outdoor bar, playing bartender much to the delight of his friends. Yunho and Mingi’s cheering for him caught Y/N’s attention from across the deck, her focus pulling away from the boys’ makeup artist to land on the rowdy trio. 

She excused herself at the first lull in the conversation, claiming she needed another drink despite the nearly full seltzer she was nursing, and seated herself at the far end of the bar. 

San turned toward her, leaning back against the counter behind him as he tossed the towel he was using to dry his hands over his shoulder. He crosses his thick arms and Y/N’s eyes locked in on the corded muscles and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking about him pinning her down and - 

“What can I getcha miss?”

His question brought her back to reality, her cheeks and ears heating as he stared her down.

‘He knows’ she thought ‘he absolutely, 100% knows that I was just thinking about him pinning me to the bed upstairs.’ 

“Um,” she stuttered, suddenly nervous under the weight of his intense gaze. “Surprise me.” 

The left corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk as he uncrossed his arms and turned away from her. He began pouring various mixers and liquors into a shaker before slapping the top on and shaking the concoction. Y/N watched him and nearly moaned at the way the toned muscles in his shoulders and back flexed and moved under his white t-shirt as he went about the task. 

Yeosang just so happened to pass behind her and reached up to tug on a lock of her hair to get her attention. Y/N hummed, barely acknowledging her friend, and Yeosang chuckled under his breath.

“Close your mouth. You’re starting to drool,” he teased before walking off again. 

Y/N swatted at him as he went, mumbling for him to hush because she was busy watching a ‘show.’ 

San scooped some ice into a glass and poured the mixture over it, making a show of licking the fingers of his right hand as he slid her the drink with his left. He leaned forward onto the bar, and the muscles of his arms shifted again. He noted Y/N’s eyes following his movements, and he smirked.

“Let me know what you think.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great.” She reached for the glass, making sure to just barely brush the tips of her fingers against his forearm as she did. She kept her eyes locked on his as she brought the glass to her lips and took a sip.

“I bet it’ll be the best you’ve ever had.” 

Y/N choked and spluttered on her drink, the heat returning to her cheeks. She looked up at him when she finally caught her breath, ready to spew something about how the drink had just gone down the wrong way. But when her eyes locked on his face again he was giving her the biggest shit eating grin and something clicked into place.

She realized he had been torturing her on purpose. Well, two could play at that game, she supposed. 

She leaned forward onto the bar, purposefully crossing her arms under her tits so they were pushed up practically in his face. She gave herself an extra point in their little game when she noticed his eyes dip down to her cleavage. He flicked his eyes back up to meet hers, his mouth opening to say something clever, to try to fluster her again. So she beat him to the punch.

“Hmm.. I bet I could top it.”

San cocked an eyebrow and grinned at her. “Is that so?” 

Y/N hummed in affirmation and took another sip of her drink. This time, she had to bite back her cringe as the alcohol actually made contact with her taste buds. It was atrocious; nail polish remover probably would have gone down smoother than the literal poison he had given her.

But she smiled, her best attempt at coy, and slid off the bar stool without another word, making sure to put a little emphasis in the sway of her hips as she made her way to the sliding door that led directly into the sunroom of the house. 

It was one of those cliche-as-fuck moments where San thought “damn I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave”. 

He was still leaned over the bar, trying to give her at least a few minutes of a head start so everyone still gathered around the pool and bar wouldn't immediately know what they were about to get up to.

The last shred of his willpower flew out the window, though, when she made it to the door and looked over her shoulder at him. She grinned like she knew she had him in the palm of her hand.

And to be fair, she did. 

San pushed off the bar and, as casually as he could, walked towards the door she’d just disappeared through. He found her in the sunroom leaning against the sideboard that was pressed directly under the window, back to the door as she played on her phone.

He stepped behind her and wrapped an arm around her from behind, one hand splaying across her lower tummy as she discarded her phone. San leaned in and moved the hair from her neck and shoulder before leaning in and pressing a kiss just beneath her ear. 

“You thought you were cute out there, huh?”

She could feel the smirk he pressed into the skin of her neck, and then all of the bravado she had worked up was suddenly gone as she practically melted into his touch.

“Bet you thought you had the upper hand all day…Just flouncing around in this flimsy little dress.”

His hands started to wander, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they slid from her hips, up her abdomen to cup and squeeze at her tits. “Not wearing a fucking bra… bet you aren’t wearing panties either, are you?” San laughs, and it’s a sardonic, almost cruel sound.

He pinched at one of her nipples and involuntarily bucked into her when she whimpered and arched into his touch. He slid a hand up further so he could grasp her neck, turning her head towards him just a bit so he could see her pretty face. 

“What if I’m not?” She was breathless as she said it, the anticipation, the want, evident in her tone.

She was clenching her thighs together, trying for any sort of friction, for any sort of relief. San laughed again and dropped the hand that was still on her chest back to her hip. He started to grab and bunch the fabric there, hiking her dress up just enough to slip his hand under the hem.

Y/N whimpered as his fingers brushed over her thighs, tracing shapes and patterns so close yet so far from where she truly wanted him. She was ready to beg for it, the plea on the tip of her tongue when he finally, blessedly moved his hand between her thighs and slid his fingers through her folds. 

He pulled his hand away and held it up in front of their faces, the setting sun shining through the window and reflecting off the sticky wetness on his fingers. 

“You’re being a tease,” she breathed out, chest heaving. 

San laughed and Y/N was beginning to hate the sound and how it made her pussy clench and ache for him. She turned in his grip and watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

He groaned at the taste of her. He was going to spend a long, long time between her thighs. He wanted to fucking drink her and all she had to give him. 

Then he was kissing her, hands in the hair at the base of her skull and pulling just hard enough to guide her where he wanted her. She could still taste herself on his tongue and it was driving her fucking insane, her head swimming.

The primal urge to tear into each other was palpable. The kiss was all clashing teeth and bitten lips, wet and sticky with spit and a bit of blood from a bite that was just a bit too hard. San pulled away a fraction, his pupils blown wide as he stared her down. 

Y/N zoned in on the drop of blood on his lip and gasped. “Fuck! I’m so sorry…oh my god… I didn’t realize I was going that crazy.”

She was speaking a mile a minute, rambling and apologizing profusely, and San cut her off with another searing kiss. 

“What’s pleasure without a bit of pain?” He walked them backwards as he said it, his hands still tangled in her hair.

He eased them down onto the daybed at the back of the room, pulling her into his lap and rucking her dress back up around her hips so she could straddle him.

“You okay?” He asked, wanting to keep her comfort at the top of his priorities. 

“God, yes,” she breathed out and went back in for another kiss, licking into his mouth like she wanted to imprint the taste of him in her own mouth. Y/N started grinding down onto him, the fly of his jeans and the hardness of his cock providing the most delicious friction against her clit.

He moaned into her mouth, strong hands on her hips, dragging her back and forth over his lap until she was whimpering and whining for him. San kissed at the corner of her mouth and murmured to her, “You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum just from humping me like this, baby?” 

She whined and nodded her head frantically, her voice fully gone, the pressure building and building in her lower belly until her toes were curling and stars were bursting behind her eyelids. San hummed below her, hands still pushing and pulling at her as she started to writhe above him, riding out her high.

San watched her, in rapture, as she lost herself to the pleasure. He wanted to burn the sight into the backs of his eyelids so he could conjure it up the next time he found himself alone and wanting.

“I need you inside me right now or I might fucking die.”

That might be the hottest thing he’d ever heard. 

She lifted herself onto her knees - there was just enough space between them to allow her to fumble with his pants and help him shimmy them down his thick thighs. She almost started salivating at the sight of his cock slapping up against his abdomen, heavy and swollen and already leaking precum. 

“Can’t have that now, can we?” He tried to joke, but his laugh was cut off by a guttural groan as she sank down onto him. The wet, molten heat of her might just be heaven, his own personal nirvana. He honestly thought he could live there, buried to the hilt in her pretty little cunt.

Then she started rocking against him and moaning his name, and San nearly came undone at the sound. He gripped at her hips, fingers pressing marks that would surely turn to bruises, and picked her up just enough to give him room to fuck up into her.

The angle was damn near perfect, she could feel every ridge and vein of him, could feel the tip of his cock kissing against her cervix. Her head fell back as she moaned at a particularly well-placed thrust, leaving her throat exposed to him. And San took full advantage of it.

He leaned forward and attached his lips to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Biting down until she whined - he was starting to think that high-pitched, needy little noise was going to become one of his favorite sounds - before he laved over the quickly reddening mark with his tongue to soothe the sting of pain. 

She was clawing at his arms and shoulders, nails raking down his skin, and he hissed at the sharp bite of it. But he loved it. Loved that she was marking him up, putting her claim on him in such a visible way. Just as he had done to her. 

Suddenly, he was flipping them, and she squealed, arms flying up to wrap around his neck. San never lost his momentum though, fucking into her with even more force thanks to the new angle and leverage. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking new marks onto the column of her throat.

“Fuckkkk,” he groaned into her, pressing the curse into her skin between the kisses, “you feel so fucking good.” 

Words were lost to her at that point; her eyes rolled back in her head as he slammed into her over and over again. She was whimpering and keening beneath him, her hands tangled in and tugging at his hair as he kept pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

San slipped his own hand between them, effortlessly finding her swollen clit. It was a bit clumsy at first, but he steadied himself quickly, drawing tight little circles over her. He sped up his thrusts, and the force of it had them sliding over the edge of the bed.

He was somehow clear-headed enough to thank god that the daybed was low. Practically just cushions on the floor already, so neither of them ended up hurt when they fully slid to the floor.

Y/N didn’t even seem to notice the shift, pupils blown wide, and cheeks flushed. She looked so fucked out that he thought he might could cum just from the look on her face. From knowing that it was him that put that look there. He set back to rubbing at her clit, determined to make her cum again.

“Can you cum for me again, baby? I need you to cum for me… c’mon and give it to me, yeah?

She didn’t need words to answer him, her body taking over and doing it for her as her pussy clamped down so tight around him that he couldn’t fucking move.

The blinding ecstasy ripped through her, and she screamed his name as her vision fully whited out. She was clinging to him like she might slip away from the earth if he wasn’t there tethering her to it, arms thrown around his shoulders and legs hooked over his hips.

San slapped a hand over her mouth, torn between relishing in the fact that he was the one making her scream like that and being worried about everyone just on the other side of the window being able to hear them. 

He swore to himself that next time, he would make sure they were fully alone. That they had all the privacy they needed so she could be as loud as she wanted. So he would be able to hear all those pretty sounds at full volume.

San knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, the fluttering of her cunt around him and the muffled whines she was making from behind his hand were sending him barreling towards his own climax.

He quickly pulled out, sitting back on his calves, his hand flew over his cock as he gave himself a few pumps. San moaned as he came, hot ropes of cum spilling onto her lower belly. 

She was still trembling through her aftershocks as she hummed and brought her fingers to the mess, swirled them around before bringing them to her lips and licking them clean. The menace made sure to keep her gaze locked on his as she did it, moaning at the taste of him as he watched her slack-jawed.

“Didn’t think it was fair that you got to taste me and I didn’t get to taste you.”

San snorted as he rolled to the side of her, flinging his arm over his face. “Keep looking at me like that and saying shit like that and you’ll definitely be tasting me soon.”

Y/N laughed, and it had him giggling in turn. San wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, pressing soft kisses to her temple. They gave themselves a few moments to fully catch their breaths before they decided they should clean up and head back out to the party before their friends came looking for them.

He needed to find her something clean to wear and offer to have her dress dry cleaned. He told her as much, but she waved him off, telling him not to worry about it. 

San leaned against the doorframe and watched as she tried her best to tame her hair into something remotely presentable. 

“By the way,” he started, “You’re really loud. I was sure someone was going to come in here thinking I was killing you or something.”

Y/N flushed and looked away from him, embarrassed that he had brought it up after the fact. “Sorry… I get so caught up I can’t really help it…”

San paused, head tilting to the side and grinning softly at her.

“I never said it was a bad thing. Or that I didn’t like it. In fact,” He took a step forward, just close enough to be able to settle a hand on her hip, the other cupping her cheek. “I plan on hearing those sounds again. And seeing just how loud you can get."

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[inseobts]

Jealousy in the Switch

trafalgar law x fem!reader

you and sanji keep bickering so law swap your bodies but this just makes everything worse, especially for his feelings

tags: jealousy, body swap with sanji, annoying sanji

word count: 2.9k

masterlist || ko-fi

It all starts because you and Sanji won’t shut up.

Dressrosa is a warzone—Doflamingo is still alive, everything is on fire, and Law is this close to snapping.

And yet, instead of staying focused, you and Sanji are locked in a full-blown shouting match.

"Sanji, I’m not a damsel in distress!" you yell, hands on your hips.

"You're not running off into danger alone!" Sanji retorts, jabbing a finger at you.

"They need backup!"

"They need you to not get killed!"

Law’s headache triples.

"Both of you—shut up."

You don’t.

Sanji steps closer "You're being reckless—"

"I'm being helpful!"

"Room."

Your stomach drops.

"Shambles."

The world twists. Your vision blurs, your whole body feels wrong.

And then—

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

That’s your voice... but you didn’t say it.

You turn toward the sound, only to see… yourself.

Sanji—inside your body—is clutching his new arms, eyes wide.

Which means...

You whip your head down.

Black suit. Long legs. A cigarette in your mouth.

Oh... Oh no.

Law doesn’t even look up "Problem solved."

Sanji-you hyperventilates "Nononononono—WHAT DO YOU MEAN PROBLEM SOLVED?!"

"You were annoying me."

Sanji-you gasps and looks down at his *new* chest. His—your—eyes go huge.

And then — BOOM!

His nose explodes with blood.

Law stares.

You, inside Sanji’s body, shriek "WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING?!"

Sanji-you collapses on the ground, twitching "I—I—this body—it’s—" His eyes sparkle. He grabs your face with both hands, trembling.

"I’m… I’m beautiful."

Law watches in horror as Sanji—you melts into the pavement, swooning over himself.

"My skin is so soft…" He rubs your hands up and down your own arms, practically whimpering.

"STOP TOUCHING ME." You grab him by the collar—Sanji in your body—and shake him "GET A GRIP, COOK!"

Sanji-you beams "Oh, my dear, delicate hands! What a treasure you are—"

"I SWEAR TO GOD."

Law hates this.

Sanji-you sits up, dazed "My legs… so smooth. My waist—so elegant—" He grasps your sides, twirling like he’s been blessed by the heavens.

Law’s jaw clenches.

Sanji, in your body, is fawning over himself and Law wants to strangle him.

At first, it’s even a bit bearable.

Sanji spends most of his time adjusting your clothes, fixing your hair, checking his reflection. Every time he accidentally touches his own chest, not used to it he screams, nosebleeds, and collapses again.

Meanwhile, you—in Sanji’s body—are having the time of your life.

"Damn, I feel so strong..." you say, rolling out your new shoulders, punching the air and then eyeing a wall to punch.

Sanji-you gasps in horror "DON’T BREAK MY BODY! MY HANDS ARE TOO IMPORTANT! OKAY? USE THE LEGS IF YOU REALLY HAVE TO!!"

You grin, throwing a casual punch at a wall—it cracks.

Sanji-you shrieks "STOP THAT! YOU’LL RUIN ME!"

Law almost smirks. But then.

Then it gets worse.

Sanji—you starts flirting with literally anyone.

At first, it’s harmless prank he's doing at you. He compliments himself in reflective surfaces and swoons at his own voice.

But then—he starts hitting on people as you and Law watches his own personal hell unfold.

The breaking point comes when Sanji—you sidles up to Zoro, he knows your close to him, that he's your closest friend in the crew. Sanji can't miss on this opportunity.

Law watches as your body—possessed by Sanji—leans against Zoro’s shoulder.

Zoro barely glances at him "What do you want?"

Sanji-you twirls a lock of your hair "Oh, nothing~"

Law’s eye twitches.

Zoro frowns, clueless about the body swap "The hell’s wrong with you today?"

Sanji-you giggles. Actually giggles.

"Zoro~" Sanji—you practically purrs, pressing closer while eyeing you with a diabolic smirk "Have I ever told you how… handsome you are?"

Zoro freezes.

Law chokes.

You, in Sanji’s body, start wheezing.

Sanji-you bats his lashes "So rugged. So strong. Those arms…~"

Zoro looks deeply disturbed "Are you having a stroke?"

"Only a stroke of love."

Sanji—you trails a hand down Zoro’s arm, sighing dreamily.

Law feels something deep, primal, and violent ignite inside him.

Zoro yanks his arm away "You’re being too weird todey, stop it."

Sanji—you gasps, hand on his heart "Oh, Zoro, how cruel—!"

Law is going to kill him.

You, inside Sanji’s body, are losing it "PFFFT—Sanji, STOP—"

Zoro turns to you-Sanji with a confused frown "who?"

Sanji-you ignores you, still clutching his chest "Rejection… while I was in her body! My beauty is wasted on you!"

Law snaps.

"Room."

Sanji-you blinks "Wait, hold on—"

"Shambles."

Your stomach lurches and just like that, everything shifts back.

You stumble, in your real body again.

Sanji grabs looks at his hands, sobbing in relief "Oh, my beautiful hands, I missed you—!"

You stretch your arms "THANK GOD."

Zoro glares "I don't know what that was, but if you ever do it again, I’m killing you."

Sanji sniffles, clutching his own shoulders "That was the worst rejection of my life."

Law doesn’t say anything, because now, he has a problem.

A real problem.

The fact that switching you back means he just admitted he couldn’t handle it.

That watching Sanji in your body —flirt as you—made him want to rip someone’s throat out.

That he was jealous.

And now?

You and Sanji know.

The aftermath of the switch doesn’t settle as smoothly as Law might’ve hoped.

It’s awkward, and frustrating, and now, Law’s beginning to realize—he’s in way deeper than he ever thought.

You, back in your body, try to ignore the little fluttering discomfort in your chest. Maybe it’s just because you saw Sanji like that in your body. It was... weird. Unsettling.

Law stands a few feet away, arms crossed, his jaw still tense. He says nothing as the group begins to move on. You can feel his eyes occasionally drifting toward you. And maybe it’s your imagination, but his glare seems to sharpen whenever Sanji gets too close to you.

You glance at him.

The guy is still sulking.

"Quit glaring like that" you say, crossing your arms "You did it. I didn’t ask for this."

"Just focus on the mission." His voice is clipped, clearly irritable "And don't fl—"

Don’t flirt?

You cock an eyebrow at him "Don’t flirt with who? Sanji? Zoro?"

Law’s eyes flicker, but he doesn’t respond. He just keeps walking, gripping his sword hilt tightly.

But you catch the slight tension in his shoulders. You wonder if he’s feeling something.

Sanji, as usual, seems completely oblivious to how much Law is suffering. He’s back to his flirtatious self but now, it’s getting more out of hand.

"Y/N~" Sanji calls your name, almost sweetly, with that infuriating grin plastered on his face. He sidles up beside you, running a hand through your hair "I miss you, you know?"

You can see Law’s eye twitch, though he’s trying to hide it.

Sanji’s flirtation continues unabated. You’re almost certain it’s his way of messing with Law now—perhaps even pushing his buttons on purpose. He gives you a sideways look and adds "I think we should grab a drink tonight. You, me, and my own handsome body~"

You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose "Why do you have to be like this now?!"

Sanji leans in, a few inches from you face "Well, darling, I saw how you kept looking at my body when you where in it, no?"

Your eye catches Law’s from the corner of your vision.

His expression is frozen—but the tightness in his jaw is unmistakable. His eyes flicker, but they never leave you. He watches intently, his gaze turning more stormy the more Sanji leans into you.

"You're just as bad as he is," you snap, shaking off Sanji’s arm "Seriously, cut it out."

Sanji smirks "Oh beliece me, I know what I'm doing, you should just play along and see" his eyes shift toward Law, noticing the tense energy in the air "Oh? What’s wrong, Trafalgar Law? You look like you're about to bite someone's head off."

"Focus." Law’s voice is icy, his words clipped. He doesn't even look at Sanji "We’re almost at the rendezvous point."

But it��s too late.

Sanji suddenly gets a brilliant idea. He winks and steps in front of you "You know, I think Captain Law might have a thing for you. Did you see the way he looked at you earlier? And the way he swapped us back to our bodies right when I...You were flirting with Mosshead?"

You feel your face flush, but you quickly mask it with a sassy smirk "Sanji, are you trying to start something, again?"

Sanji chuckles "Maybe. I think Captain Law's just a little too shy to admit his feelings. What do you think, Y/N?"

You are just about done with the teasing. Law, however, looks like he’s about to murder someone.

"I’m not shy" Law says, cutting into the conversation with a sharp tone. His eyes narrow, and the tension in his expression is enough to send a chill down your spine. You dare glance up at him.

His eyes lock onto yours for a moment, and then—he grinds his teeth. He quickly averts his gaze, clearly embarrassed by the situation but not wanting to admit it.

Sanji, however, is enjoying every second of this.

"See? I told you!" he says, practically singing in triumph "He’s just too cool to say it, but we all know it. Come on, Surgeon, why don’t you just admit it already? You’re jealous."

Jealous?

You can see Law’s irritation growing, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword with such force you think it might snap "Don’t talk about things you don’t understand."

"Oh, I think I understand perfectly" Sanji teases. He steps closer to you again, placing a hand on your shoulder and sending a look over his shoulder at Law "Maybe I can just take her out for a proper dinner then."

And that’s when you feel it—the crushing weight of Law’s jealousy.

He glares at Sanji’s hand on your shoulder like he wants to tear it off, and you notice his eyes seem to follow every single move Sanji makes around you. Every touch, every smile.

It makes you… uncomfortable?

Or maybe it’s just the fact that Law doesn’t hide his feelings well—at least, not this time.

"You’re annoying, Sanji," you mutter.

"I know," he replies smugly "But you like it." He leans in and whispers "Admit it. You like the attention."

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you "You really don’t quit, huh?"

You feel a presence behind you, and before you can turn around, Law steps in, looking like he’s ready to throw Sanji into the nearest wall.

But then, to your surprise, he doesn’t.

He just stares at Sanji with an intensity that makes you swallow nervously "I’m not jealous, Sanji. Just stay away from her."

Sanji smirks, crossing his arms, fully aware of what’s going on "Aww, I see, Surgeon. So you do care. How sweet."

You blink, still trying to wrap your mind around what just happened. Did Law just admit something without saying it out loud?

Law says nothing more, but his gaze locks onto yours again, sharper than ever. He clenches his fists, clearly at his breaking point.

"Focus on the mission" he orders again, and this time, his voice holds a faint edge of something almost like embarrassment mixed with irritation.

And as much as you want to ignore it, you can’t help but feel something shift. Maybe it’s because you did notice the tension between you and Law—something you didn’t want to admit. Or maybe it’s just the constant teasing from Sanji that’s making you realize that Law’s feelings are right there, in plain sight.

But neither of you say anything.

You both just walk on, with the strange weight of unsaid words hanging between you.

Sanji, on the other hand, sings quietly under his breath, clearly having the time of his life.

You can feel his frustration rolling off of him in waves, his movements stiff, his usual scowl even darker than normal. Meanwhile, Sanji is practically glowing with satisfaction, walking beside you with an insufferable grin.

Zoro, who has been watching in mild confusion, finally speaks up.

"The hell is wrong with you three?"

Sanji throws an arm over your shoulder, smirking "Nothing, nothing. Just enjoying the fresh air, right, Y/N-chwan?"

Law glares daggers at the cook’s hand.

You sigh, shrugging Sanji off before Law actually explodes "Let’s just get back already. I feel like I’ve lost a whole year of my life today."

Sanji grins but relents, walking ahead. Zoro eyes the two of you for another second before shrugging and following behind, but Law stays beside you.

You don’t say anything at first. Neither does he. But the tension between you is impossible to ignore.

Finally, you risk a glance at him "You okay?"

Law’s jaw tightens "I’m fine."

You hum, unconvinced "You sure? Because you look like you’re five seconds away from committing a murder."

Law exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose "I should have left you both like that."

You snort "Oh, please. You hated every second of it."

Law stiffens slightly but doesn’t respond.

A teasing thought crosses your mind before you can stop it.

"Wait…" You smirk, nudging him with your elbow "You weren’t jealous of Sanji in my body, were you?"

Law stops walking.

Your smirk falters slightly as he turns his head toward you, golden eyes locking onto yours with an unreadable intensity.

For a second, neither of you speak. The air between you suddenly feels heavier.

Then, finally, Law scoffs "You’re insufferable," he mutters, shaking his head as he continues walking.

But you don’t miss the way his ears turn just a little bit pink.

And for some reason that makes your heart beat just a little faster.

Sanji, who supassed you long enough, is waiting at the camp when you and Law arrive, arms crossed, smirk still in place.

"Oh? Took you two long enough" His grin widens as he scans the both of you "Did I miss anything interesting?"

Law ignores him completely, moving to the other side of the camp like he wants to be as far away from this conversation as possible.

You roll your eyes "Nothing you'd enjoy."

Sanji chuckles "Oh, I doubt that." Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he leans in slightly "But listen, Y/N… If Law keeps dragging his feet, you know I’m always here, right?"

You blink "Huh?"

Sanji winks.

Law, from across the camp, slams something down a little harder than necessary.

Sanji grins wider "Oh yeah. He’s done for."

And honestly? You’re starting to think he’s right.

The camp settles down for the night, but Law is still clearly brooding.

You pretend not to notice at first. It’s actually kind of funny, watching him sulk on the far end of the camp while Sanji keeps throwing you knowing looks.

Zoro, thankfully, stays out of it. He’s already asleep, arms crossed, snoring lightly by a tree.

Sanji, however, is not done.

"So, Y/N," he starts casually, way too loud on purpose "What kind of man do you like?"

Law, who had been sitting with his back turned, freezes.

You glare at Sanji "Really? All this time you were never interested in such things"

Sanji just grins "What? It’s an innocent question!" He leans in "Tall? Strong? A little broody, maybe? Medical expertise a plus?"

You kick him in the shin.

"Ow—!" Sanji staggers back, but he’s laughing.

Law stands up abruptly.

"We leave at sunrise" he announces, voice clipped. Then he turns sharply on his heel and walks off toward his tent.

Sanji whistles lowly "Oof. I think I struck a nerve."

You sigh, running a hand through your hair "I swear, Sanji, you are the worst."

But part of you wonders if Law’s reaction means exactly what Sanji thinks it does.

Later that night, when the fire has burned low and most of the camp is asleep, you hear footsteps behind you.

You glance up—and freeze.

Law is standing there, arms crossed, gaze unreadable.

You sit up slightly "Couldn’t sleep?"

He doesn’t answer right away. Then, after a long pause, he sighs.

"You and Sanji..." he mutters "You enjoy making my life hell, don’t you?"

You smirk "It’s a bonus, yeah."

Law huffs, shaking his head. Then, after another pause, he says—so quietly you almost miss it—

"I didn’t like it."

Your breath catches slightly "...What?"

He looks away "The switch. I didn’t like it."

You blink. That’s… honestly a more direct confession than you expected "Well, yeah, I figured, but you did it yourself so—"

"Not because of the chaos," he cuts in, finally meeting your eyes "Because of him. Because of the way he—" Law exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair "I didn’t like seeing you and him. Like that."

Oh.

Oh.

Your heart skips a beat.

Law seems to realize what he’s admitting, because he quickly looks away again, shifting awkwardly "Forget it," he mutters "It’s late."

He turns to leave—but before he can take a step, you grab his wrist.

"Wait."

Law stiffens. Slowly, hesitantly, he turns back toward you.

You swallow, pulse racing, but you manage a small smile.

"You could’ve just said you were jealous, you know."

His face flames.

"I—I wasn’t—"

You tilt your head "No?"

Law glares at you, but it’s not as sharp as usual. If anything, he almost looks—flustered.

You squeeze his wrist gently before letting go "Next time, just say something," you murmur "Might save you a headache."

Law doesn’t move.

For a long moment, he just stares at you, something unreadable flickering in his golden eyes. Then, finally, he mutters under his breath—

"Idiot."

But the way his fingers linger near yours before he pulls away tells you everything you need to know.

And as he disappears into his tent, you realize—

Sanji was absolutely right.

[unholybacon355]

Toxic Till The End

Park Rosé x Male Reader

Word Count: 4.1 K

Masterlist

AN:To be honest I don't feel like a did a good job here, but things are what they are. So I hope you can enjoy this too because was supposed to be a Valentine´s special and also a way to celebrate Rosé's latest birthday.

It was another day in your opinion, a normal day. Well, maybe not that normal. But with what has been going on in your life, and especially in your relationship with your girlfriend, you aren't sure if you should be celebrating anything. Anyways when you keep repeating to yourself that it is a normal day you still got this stupid heart shaped box of chocolates and a red rose.

“It's just a detail.” You whisper to yourself. And yes, you're right. This detail is the least you can do on this day, a day that is supposed to be happy and cheerful; but instead feels different. 

After a long minute of cavitation you put the key on the lock and open the door to your shared apartment with your girlfriend. You're coming back from a long ass night shift and you're sure your girlfriend is still sleeping since there are some hours left till she has to work, so chocolates gonna have to wait. But instead of silence, what you find inside the apartment is the good smell of eggs and bacon being fried. The sizzle sound of food over the pan is what greets you, a sound that you aren’t used to hearing. 

Not that your girlfriend is disconsiderate, but she isn’t the type to do these details very often. She cooks, yeah, as long as you do since both of you are grown adults. But the times she has prepared a special meal for you during all these years, can be counted with the fingers of a hand; and maybe those are more fingers than what you actually need to count. 

“Babe, you come back early” Your girlfriend says, raising her voice over the sizzling sound. “I can’t let this right now or it will burn.”

“Yeah, they let me come home earlier.” You say approaching the kitchen. “Something big was happening and they wanted the whole day shift there to be an hour early, so I had nothing to do the-.” That last word was cut out of your mouth since you finally saw your girlfriend. 

Rosé was holding the pan with a hand and using the other to move what she was cooking with a big wooden spoon; but that was far from making her look any less spectacular than she was looking. To be fair she always looks fantastic, she is very beautiful, with soft features and a button nose that is the envy of all of her friends. But what caught your attention was that she was wearing makeup, done all natural but still make up. Just red lipstick, some mascara on her eyelashes and a bit of blush on her cheeks. What was more spectacular was the fact that she did her hair that morning. Her golden locks were curled into ringlets that fell till barely touched her shoulders, giving her hair a lot of volume.

Also her pajama was different to what she usually wears. This time was a two piece set, all pink and with hearts here and there. The shorts were small, letting you see her long silky legs in all of their glory. The top was also small, revealing her arms as well as a prominent portion of her chest and her tummy.  

Rosé was just too beautiful standing there in the kitchen, so out of place making breakfast for you, clearly overdressed for the assignment. Even the fact that you could see her buns shyly appearing under the shorts couldn't make you not focus on how damn beautiful your girlfriend was that morning.

“I wanted to give you a surprise since I have to work today.” Rosé smiles shyly looking at you. “You know, since it’s a special day.” Suddenly your chocolates and rose feel very stupid and almost nothing compared with what she’s doing for you.

“Wow! You're amazing.” You hug her from behind and kiss her cheek. “But you haven´t to. You have to work and you still woke up earlier to do your hair and all this.” Even the smell of her hair was fantastic, and now you could feel she put perfume on too. “I just gave you this.” You present to her what you bought for her, happy that that kid had been selling those things on the street. Because you didn’t have the dignity to walk into a store to buy something from your girlfriend, instead you just brought it for a few bucks from a kid on the street that was selling those packs. You aren’t even sure if the rose is real or made out of plastic.

“Aaaaawww!! But this are fantastic.” Rosé reach back to kiss you in the cheek. “ Thank you Babe.” 

After some exchange of kisses and words charged with love, breakfast was ready and you two sat to eat what your girlfriend just cooked. The meal was simple but delicious, something that were really needing to recover all your strength after a busy night. And having breakfast with her made it even better.But the best part came after you finished eating and she told you there was also a especial dessert just for you. You were expecting a cheesecake or something like that, anything far from Rosé sitting in your lap and kissing you. 

“I’m your dessert.” She said with her raspy deep voice charged with lust, while she was rubbing her nose with yours. “You can eat all you want.”Although it wasn't what you were thinking, this dessert was much better. So you just grab her tinny waist and glue your lips to hers, this time with much more desire than when you did it earlier in the kitchen. 

Soon Rosé’s hands are over you, and yours are exploring under the hem of her shirt. Even on this day there was no time for more romantic things, maybe latter but not now, so your finger crawl under the fabrics till you reach her small tiddies. Her nipples get hard under your touch while you both put more hunger into the kiss.

A moan is muted into your mouth when you pinch one of her sensitive buds and rolled it into your fingers. Rosé have the need to sit properly over you, and in some way she do it without needing to pull her body from yours. Now her legs are falling from each side of the chair, and the tip of her feet are barely touching the ground. 

“Don’t leave a mark or they gonna make fun of me at work.” She said while you were kissing and sucking the sweet spot of her neck. Her hands run across your abdomen and your lower back, her touch is a mixture between being gentle and scratching your skin with her long nails. If she leaves marks on you no one is gonna see it.

Since the dessert is being that good you grow hungry and need more, more of her, more of your girlfriend, so you lift her and put her over the tablet. Plates are made a side leaving enough space for her. Your next move is to pull her shirt and leave her torso naked. Rosé small but beautiful breasts make you salivate. Her tiny nipples are so hard right now that you think you could lose an eye if she stabs you with them, but that doesn't stop you from sucking them. Those small hard buds are worth the risk, and the way Rosé moans when your tongue hits one of them is a melody to you. 

She palm your erection over your pants while making a mess with your hair, and you do the same with her crotch. Your fingers run up to her silky leg, crossing for her thighs that are open specially for you, and ended reaching the center of her legs. You can feel your girlfriend’s arousal because her pajama is already sticky, which lets you also know that she isn’t wearing any underwear under the garment. But what was the point of wearing panties If she already knew they were gonna end up being a hindrance for what she planned. The only shame is that her cute pajamas will be stained with all of her juices, and of course you're working to make that happen.

While your mouth keeps the attention over her breast your fingers work extra time over Rosé’s clothed folds, making her whimper and moan over the table. She’s already a mess and you think you can make her come just by keeping doing what you´re doing, but she has different plans. Rosé lifts your shirt and you’re forced to take a step back and raise your arms to help her to undress you, but when the garment is gone and rests in the ground with her shirt you’re determined to come back to work between her legs. So you kill the distance between you two, but when your hand is reaching her thigh Rosé stops you. You don’t know what happens and look for a response, but when your eyes meet hers she’s staring at you with ice in her eyes.

“Babe what-” But you never get to ask the question because she pushes you back and gets off the table.

“Who made those?” Rosé points to some scratches in your chest, and you immediately know you're doomed. “I can’t believe it.” Her voice sounded cracked. “ You're cheating on me, again.”

“Babe, this is not what you think.” You try to reach her but she pushes you back. “I made this at work last night.”

“Do I look like a fool to you? There is no way you made those at work, those are nails marks.” Rosé suppressed a sob. “ Oh my god! You cheated on me with Lisa. That bitch always tries to mark what don´t belong to her.”

“Nooo, that’s not.” You try to deny all but honestly you aren’t doing a good job here. “Believe me when I say I made those marks at work.”

“Stop lying. Unless you cheat me with a man, that is impossible.” She takes a step back to put more distance with you. “ Can believe it. You said you would change.” She tries to suppress another sob and suddenly an idea crosses her mind. “If you wanna prove yourself, get your dick out.”

“What? How that gonna help?” You don’t want to but her stare is severe, she’s stabbing you with her eyes. You wish she would be doing it with her nipples instead. “Ok, fine.” You obey and let your parts fall followed by your boxers.

Rosé immediately falls into her knees in front of you and starts smelling your dick. Your shaft isn't hard because of the small fight but that doesn’t stop her from grabbing it with her fingers and putting it in her mouth. After a few bows of her head and lick your meat your girlfriend is in her feet again, and you don’t understand what is happening.

“That’s definitely Lisa’s smell and taste, is all over your filthy dick. You didn’t even took a shower after fucking that bitch.” She makes a disgusting face knowing that she just sucked Lisa’s pussy juices from your cock.. That’s why you came home earlier, because you where fucking her instead of working.”

“Ok, fine. I was with her last night. But you know what?” You were done pretending. “ I had a lot of fun, and not only fucked her pussy.”

“Idiot. I’m not enough for you anymore? After all I did for you?” Rosé is close to you but only to push your chest trying to vent her anger on you. OH my god! I’m so stupid.” She put a hand over her forehead.” Jennie told me this would happen again and I didn’t listen to her.”

“You didn’t let me touch you for weeks. I was horny and she was there for me. What did you expect me to do?”

“Talk to me, you fucking idiot. That is what a normal person would have done. But you had to run to her arms.And.. And…”

“And what?. Don’t act like you're better than me.” You are getting angry too.” Aren’t you forgetting to tell me why you know so well her pussy taste? Don’t you think I don’t know you cheated on me with her too?”

“How…” Suddenly all the anger disappeared from Rosé’s face. “That was just a few times, months ago, after I caught you with your dick inside of her.”

“But you still did it, and didn’t tell me anything.” Now Rosé is more concerned than angry. “ Wanna know how I know? Lisa has some videos of you eating her out. Yes, you're on your knees eating her holes like the bitch you’re.” You look for your phone and hand it to your girlfriend. “Look, you can tell that isn’t you.”

Rosé’s expression now is fully charged with disgust. In your phone is playing a video of her eating Lisa in an undetermined place, all you can hear are Lisa’s moans and praise to your girlfriend. You don’t need to see the video to know that on more than one occasion Rosé’s face is shown. 

“Ok, yeah, I did it. But that makes us even, you didn’t need to cheat on me again.” Her anger is coming back.

“Yes, I didn't need it. But I was horny and an occasional blowjob wasn’t helping anymore. I thought you were cheating on me.”

“Oh My god! Don't try to push this on me. This is your fault, you idiot just needed to wait just one more night. “ She clearly sees the confusion on your face because you don’t know what she's talking about. “ Wanna know why I wasn’t fucking you? It was because of this.” 

Instead of tell you something you see how Rosé pull her shorts down her legs and kick it away. You don’t what is happening but you see her turn back and, for your surprise, spread her butt. And there you find out what she was trying to show you, because there in middle of her ass crack you could see a gem. This is why I wasn´t fucking you, I was trying training to get your dick in my ass.” Rosé lets go her cheeks and now is looking at you again. “I was jealous because Lisas’s ass is so open that she can take anything. I just wanted to give you the same, so I keep it in secret to not ruin the surprise.”

“But  Babe.” You can´t believe you just ruined everything. ”You didn’t need to do it. I was happy fucking your tight butt, even when you just could take a few inches.”

“But I did it. And now I need to find someone else to enjoy my ass.”

You two look so stupid arguing in the middle of your apartment, totally naked, that this would be hilarious if it wasn't because Rosé is implying she’s breaking with you.

“Come on. How I was supposed to know? This is your fault too.”

“Don’t. I was making something for you and you just ruined it, as always.”

“Well you could help me a little too. Our relationship is fucked up because of you too. This breakfast is the first nice thing you did for me in months, and I’m tired too.” You finally get out of your pants to close the distance with Rosé. “Don’t act like this is all my fault.”

Your girlfriend, maybe still she’s your girlfriend, cross her arms and give you her back. “I’m not talking with you anymore. Please take your belongings and leave the apartment.” But far from doing what she said you take your chance and grab one of her sweet little cheeks. “Get your hands out of me!”

“Don’t act like you don't love me anymore.”  You notice how even with her protest Rosé doesn't do anything to take your hand off of her ass. “You cheated more times than me, so let's call this a draw and see if your little training gave fruits.” Your hand is still in her butt, so you move it to pass one of your fingers over her ass crack.

“Get off.” Rosé’s arms are still crossed but she moves quickly to put her hands on her mouth when you pull the toy in her butt just a little. Even when she tried, that moan was hard to hide. “Maybe we can make a deal.” You palm her ass and give her a little spank. “No more cheating. I need you to make a promise.” 

“Ok, I promise it. No more cheating, I’m not fucking Lisa or anyone; just you. But you have to promise it too.”

She swallows heavily before talking, maybe because your fingers are on the toy again. “Fine. No more cheating, just you and me.” Not even Rosé finished pronouncing those words when you pull the plug half out of her ass, which grants you a loud moan. “Stop playing and just fuck me.” Now the tone of her voice is so different, she’s needy. You’re needy too, more needy for her than ever. Even when you just unloaded your balls inside Lisas’s butt last night, now you need to do the same with your girlfriend.

Not losing time you handed Rosé to the tablet and bent her over. Her sweet little but round ass is shown to you in all of its glory. You can’t not compare Rosé’s small proportion with the fat ass you were smacking last night, obviously Lisa is bigger but there is something so special about the ass you have in front of you. The curves are so perfect, even when it is small you can resist Rosé's butt; it is just so attractive to you. 

“Hurry up, I still have to go to work.” Her words take you out of the trance you were admiring her ass. So you take one of her cheeks and spread it while your other hand is in the toy. With one single long but slow movement you take out the plug from Rosé’s butt. Her anus remains agape for a second before regaining its original form.  For this position you also can see how her lips are glistening again, how a few pearls of her juices are gathering in her folds. “You want me? Then spread that ass for me.” You guide her hands to her cheeks and she obediently spreads them. 

You know that now your girlfriend is more used to taking things up her butt, but you still don´t wanna be that rude so you get on your knees and press your face to her ass. Your tongue landed in her anus and immediately started playing over the wrinkled entrance. You put a lot of saliva there, making her ass slippery and shiny, making it ready to take your meat. With gentle pushes of your tongue Rosé’s anus allows you inside, but just a little, which tells you she was serious with her secret training. 

When Rosé’s ass is all shiny and covered in your saliva you  tease it with your middle finger and then with a gentle push your tip go inside your girlfriend. Never before has been that easy for you to put a finger in her ass, normally that took you a lot more work and preparation. So if she can take a finger so easily, maybe two is not too much too, and you're right because a second finger goes inside. This time you can feel her anus tensing and being stretched around your fingers, plus you can hear a lot more moans from Rosé’s pretty mouth. “Your ass is so open for me and I haven’t put my dick there yet.”

“So hurry up and put your fat cock inside my butt. I don’t have all day.” Rosé shakes her ass as a protest.

“If you are so desperate.” You take your finger from her entrance and put it in your mouth, tasting the delicious flavor of her insides for a brief time. Then you align your cock tip with her anus and press it against her. The intrusion of your shaft inside her butt is accompanied with a loud moan from Rosé. Almost half of your length goes inside your girlfriend without problems, much more than the usual but still not close from what Lisa can take. “Your ass is so loose now. But you know what? Lisa can take more.”

“Oh my god! Don’t mention that bitch now.” Rosé releases her cheeks and instead grabs the table with both hands. “Start moving, I can take all your stinky dick.” As if she were challenging you, your girlfriend moves her ass back to put a bit more of your cock inside of her. “Just fuck me.”

“Maybe next time we can use Lisa’s pussy juices ass lube for your ass.” With that provocation being said your hands find Rosé’s waist and without warning you take a few inches of your dick out of her ass, just to immediately began fucking her. With each thrust your cock enters a little further into Rosé's tight anus.

Rosé was about to protest but you clearly can see she's struggling with having her ass being fucked, so all she manages to do is moan and breath heavily. You feel how her wrinkled entrance stretches a little more as more of your penis enters her ass, still with all that training her tight anus is fighting to let you in. Rosé is a mess and even when you can't see you know her folds are all wet and shiny with her own slick. “Are you sure you can take me? You're still not stretched enough.” That was just a provocation to see how she reacts.

“Oh my god! I can!” Rosé says between moans. “Just go easy on me.”

“Weren't you telling me to hurry up?” With a long thrust you go the deeper you have ever been inside Rosé’s butt, just letting a few inches out. She’s moaning like crazy, holding the table so tight that her knuckles are turning white. You can see how a shiver runs through her spine but instead of complaining your girlfriend asks for more, and you push your cock further inside her ass.

When your pelvis finally reach her cheeks you can’t help but compare her little butt with the big and round ass you where fucking a fee hours ago. In fact Lisa’s is bigger, rounded, and softer than Rosé’s, but finally being able to fuck your girlfriend ass means something to you. She did this to you and you are paying her with the best anal sex of her life.  

You took Rosé’s leg and put it over the table, so now she’s more spread out for you. The new angle allows you to fuck her harder, with your pelvis hitting her butt in every thrust and making a clap sound. You wish she would be telling you hoe good are you fucking her tight ass, but all Rosé can do is moan and whimper while your meat goes as deep as you can inside her anus. 

She must be tired of supporting her weight in one leg, but you are not gonna let her go until you’re finished. After all she was the one who asked for you to fuck her ass, and you don’t want to waste all the prep she did. But her ass is still tight, not loose like Lisa, and that’s giving you a lot of pleasure.

Your pace is fast and you fuck Rosé’s little asshole without stop until you feel your balls are arching, demanding to let it go all of your cum, and you can’t hold it anymore. With your dick throbbing inside Rosé’s ass you unload your balls inside of her. The way she’s shaking tells you that probably she’s having her climax too, but you don’t care about that now. All you can think is to shoot until the last drop of your cum in your girlfriend rectum. 

When your balls are finally empty you slowly take your dick from Rosé’s butt, and when your tip gets off her she releases a loud moan in some way protesting because of the emptiness that her ass is feeling.

 Now you're so tired and your legs can hold you anymore, so you let yourself fall into the same chair you were sitting while eating breakfast, practically panting for all the effort you put into fucking your girlfriend asshole. Rosé for her part is still in the same position, holding the table and with a leg up; also panting. From where you are you can see how her anus is still closing, and how your cum is dripping from her insides coming all the way down through her pussy and legs. 

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ּ ֶָ֢ 𓍯𓂃 dean winchester x cupid!reader | valentines day special 18+ |

You'd met Dean when he was at his lowest, in which you pulled him up with soft gentle hands. Filling his heart with the love you normally struck within others. He was in debt to you, even if you told him it didn't matter.

"Let me take care of you, baby." He said pleading you with those eyes, his hands were glued to your hips. It was Valentine's day, and Dean wanted to show you all the love you deserved.

He already started the day showering you with chocolates and flowers, everything he found with hearts on it—you had. Now, as the sun set and the moon's light slipped past the blinds, all he wanted to do was take care of you. Just how you took care of him.

"Dean, you've done enough today, it's all perfect." You said, your hands moving to toy with his short locks. Gentle eyes looking up towards his.

His lips found yours in a passionate kiss, shushing you as his body pressed against yours. Slowly walked you towards the bed until the two of you dropped down on top of it. His hands find their way onto your thighs, pulling the flesh apart.

"Please, baby." He practically whined—Dean whining, you couldn't say no. Especially when he gave you those puppy eyes, all love-sick and sweet. So, you gave him a nod, watching as he moved between your thighs.

You hadn't been wearing shorts nor pants, seeing as the two of you stayed home all day. You didn't mind of course, wine and movies with your love was all you wanted. Dean's breath fawned on your clothed pussy, cooling the damp spot that had formed.

He nipped at the inside of your thighs, leaving little teeth marks in his wake. He sucked and gripped them tight as he got closer, hickeys littered the flesh. His fingers teased the fabric of your panties, slowly pulling them away and off of you.

As soon as they were tossed somewhere on the floor to be forgotten about, he dived in. Eating your pussy like a man starved. He lapped at your juices—pulling moans and mewls from you like nothing. He didn't falter, his grip on your thighs keeping you from closing them.

Your hands grasped onto his hair, hips bucking against his face as his nose hit your clit perfectly. Noises fell from your lips and struck his heart like one of your arrows, they fueled him on. His hips bucked against the mattress as his own groans slipped past his arousal coated lips.

A knot formed in your lower belly as your head fell back, the grip on his hair tightened drastically, now chasing your own release with no mind to how he feels. But, Dean was having the best night of his life. Tongue deep in his little cupids pretty pussy, drinking in your juices like a glass of whiskey.

"Dean!" You shouted as you came, which he obviously lapped up like a dog. He continued his attack on your clit, even as your high crashed down on you.

"There's my pretty baby." He murmured against your thigh as you came, he pulled away from your now swollen cunt. Planting a soft kiss to your soaked slit he moved back up to face you. "Y'still think I had 'done enough?'" He asked, a stupid smile etched onto his features.

He stared at your fucked out expression with such love and admiration he'd never shown to anyone else. Yet, as he lay next to you, tangled up as you slept on his chest all he could think about was how much he really did care for you and love you. Dean didn't think he could love, all he did was hurt.

You changed something inside him, in that moment Dean Winchester realized, you were just what he needed in life.

sunny yaps! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE!!(I POSTED THIS BEFORE VALENTINES 😽) heres a Dean smut for you all! AS I'VE SAID MANY TIMES I AM NOT THE BEST AND THIS ISN'T PROOF READ PLEASE DONT BEAT ME UP!! I LOVE YOU ALL 💋 KISSES!!

special tags! @figthoughts @bluemerakis @dulcescorderitas

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Have one on me…(C.Kent)

Summary: “Don’t scream or shout, I’m working my way down…”, Make it to the morning x Intimacy Cues pt 2.

Contains: fluff, smut, nervousness, Clark is hot, he’s also a munch, like seriously, tongue fxcking, because I personally headcanon him to have a long tongue think misha collins (who’s next btw) kissing, they’re also kinda dorks, pussydrunk!clark, multiple 0rgasms, he gets carried away bad, coming untouched, cursing/swearing, for the love of god don’t let him get his mouth on the box for a while after this😭, you’re secretly his girlfriend you just don’t know it yet, hell of a Valentine’s Day, am I right?

A/N: Be normal. Don’t make me regret updating.

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“Atta girl, jus’ lay there nice n pretty while I give you everything you need..”

And he wasn’t kidding.

From the next seconds following Clark stripping your bottoms off and folding your trembling legs towards your chest, become a blur as your world gets overwhelmed with a new palette of sensations. Your mouth drops open in a moan when you feel his nose skim along the back of your thighs before dipping inside making you jerk, and he coos at you, warm puffs of air breezing over your center.

God, you were wet. Wet and so pretty.

It was like a gloss the way your slick covered your lips; steadily leaking from your tight hole to the point where it was borderline messy. Clark licks his lips again with a deep breath, hot gaze locked on your cunt because he just can’t make himself look away and he’s so hard he’s throbbing. Still, he has to keep one thing in mind more than anything: that you are completely new to this. Which also meant you were trusting him and you can. He’ll go slow. He’ll simply make you cum and he won’t get carried away as you get used to how you’ll be feeling during the whole thing.

The heady scent of your arousal makes his eyes lid a bit as he blows on your clit, groaning lowly when he sees it twitch, more slick leaking from your cunt. He can hear the breakneck speed of your heart when your breathless voice shyly calls out for him, you don’t look down though. You’re still too nervous but that’s okay. He’ll get you there.

“..Clark? What- um…” you trail off and you sound so sweet and he’s just so hard and all that mixed with how he’s still in disbelief that he’s even got you like this, he can’t help himself; jaw dropping open as he laps a slow, fat stripe up your pussy. Letting his tongue sit snug against the underside of your throbbing clit before closing his mouth around it and sucking- rolling it around with his tongue like a piece of candy.

To you, it happens so fast that it’s like a shot of pure adrenaline. Your chest feels like it’s caving in with each gasping moan as your body is abruptly flung into the depths of molten ecstasy. At first you weren’t sure how you felt about his face being that close to your…but the sheer hunger in his expression made you ache- anxiety slowly fading in wake of your arousal. However now, it’s also agonizing and you don’t think you’ll ever be this miserable again when that deliciously wet suction is off your clit, only to be replaced with heavy strokes of tongue that have you reeling. Tears of pleasure bud in the corners of your eyes and the heat in your cheeks just won’t leave at the sounds coming from Clark and your own mouth. You’ve never sounded so…desperate. Needy, high pitched moans tear out of your throat- sharp stabs of pleasure giving you goosebumps and you feel the urge to reach out- touch Clark so he can ground you.

The taste of you has him drunk, big hands tightening their grip as he nuzzles his face deeper into your pussy, suckling your clit back into his hot mouth with a pleased delirious hum, the vibrations of his moans travel through you and you scream. Back arching so hard, you’re almost lifting off the bed; mouth opening and closing as you try to shut yourself up but simultaneously catch your breath. It’s a stupid idea, though. Clark is just too good with his mouth and you’ve never actually had anyone make you cum, never let anyone so close but even if you had, you doubt they’d be like Clark. He’s got you floating, unable to even think of anything not involving him.

Your entire body is trembling but he doesn’t think you even notice based on the sounds coming from your lips. You’re somewhere else entirely and If he thought you were wet before, it’s nothing compared to how soaked you were now. Each swipe of his tongue is immediately replaced with fresh waves of your slick as he licked away at you. Clark said he wasn’t going to get carried away but you were so soft. So fucking soft, and wet- so ready underneath him that it was hard especially with the way you were coating his senses. His head is spinning from the sweet, heady smell and taste of you, his ears ringing from your beautiful cries. Fuck, he could eat you out forever. Heart pounding he way you were under his mouth was beyond addicting; head dipping, he sucks at your hole and it happens too all at once for you to even tell him that you’re coming or possibly dying but coming hard.

Tears spill over as a long, almost painful sounding series of punched out moans tumble out of your mouth. The warm knot in the bottom of your stomach from before seems to explode, soaking your every nerve in searing bliss as Clark treats your poor clit like a pacifier. Using his tongue, he rolls it gently between his teeth and you pray there’s a burial ground nearby after he’s done killing you. The sharp twing of pain added to the melting pleasure has you wailing through the best thing you truly never knew you needed. It’s burning, tingling, somewhat painful honestly but oh so good. You gasp, trying to come down but Clark doesn’t stop- he can’t stop.

Lapping his more than talented tongue heavily through your slit, you absentmindedly look down. So tired from your orgasm that embarrassment doesn’t even stop by but what does make your heart stop is how Clark looks.

Messy black hair is all you see before reaching down to sweep it back, breath hitching when you’re suddenly staring into his pretty blown eyes, lidded heavily in arousal. He doesn’t stop, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he slowly licks up from your hole to your clit and you go positively lightheaded. You were always painfully aware- to an uncomfortable degree- of how attractive Clark is but seeing that same face smeared in your wetness, those same maddening fangs peeking out with the pink of his tongue as he laves open mouthed licks up your cunt was too much.

“C-came already-!” You’re cut off by your own shaky whine when you feel him continue to suckle the sensitive around your entrance.

He isn’t getting carried away- fat tongue slipping inside you to taste that delicious cream from the source, sucking sloppily as he undulates his tongue and you go boneless; falling flat against your bed while Clark eats you alive. His perfect nose nuzzles against your pulsing clit as a result, and your heart skips as white hot pleasure ricochets through you. The appendage squeezes in further, and you can feel the mess that’s beginning to accumulate but you don’t care, grinding down on his face. Reaching down, you card your trembling fingers through his hair and you’re so nice about it vs. the sick way he’s eating you up that he rewards you by pulling his tongue out some just to slide it back in, wiggling with persistence against your tight inner walls, fucking you with his tongue. Every now and then- in a pussydrunk daze- he pulls out to swallow; lower face drenched in you, and then plunges right back in, cock throbbing painfully but he’s in heaven.

Your skin is damn near ready to vibrate off your skeleton, bleated moans rise to keens as Clark flexes his tongue before pulling out to flick at your pearl. Biting your lip, you start to cry in earnest. Completely overwhelmed but so good at the same time that you refuse to tell him to stop.

It's insane. How his tongue is so big it covers your entire sex at the best of each lick, tasting you over and over. He keeps lapping at you, his tongue parting the fat lips of your swollen cunny with maddening repitition, saliva and slick sliding down over your asshole. It's lewd and noisy and oh god, oh god- you’re gonna come again.

In his world, all that exists is you. You with your pretty, overstimulated pussy that no one’s ever even seen- smelling so edible and coming so sweet in his mouth as you cry for him, melting like cotton candy. He’s worked your cunt over so well that she’s puffy. Spasming at every puff of air and another nasty wet kiss is all it takes for what’s left of you to come crumbling apart.

This time, Clark’s tongue fucks you through it. Lapping up every spurt of your juices, he holds you down while you black out. Letting the consuming waves of euphoria swallow you as Clark makes out with your pussy, eyes fluttered in bliss as he shoots ropes into his pants while he licks you clean- his own orgasm triggered by yours hitting then squeezing his tongue.

A weak groan leaves your chest and Clarks mouth reluctantly pops off your cunt and you shiver at the cool air.

His broad chest heaves as he stares at the tantalizing sight that is your cunt. Maybe he did get carried away. The slight gape of your tongue fucked hole makes him swear, brows furrowing with restraint and he whines low in his throat. As much as he would love to keep going, this is about you and you couldn’t handle anymore right now. Almost guiltily, he eyes your limp form on the bed, warm hands massaging your legs idly while he watches the quick rise and fall of your chest. Adjusting himself, he licks his lips and before he can stop it- a dazed smile raises the corner of his mouth. Your taste still sweet on his lips. Clearing his throat, Clark’s mellow voice breaks the silence, cutting through the fuzz in your ears.

“Hey..”, his hushed whisper makes you smile, albeit tiredly and you whisper back.

“..hi.”

Clark sighs in relief as he stands up, draping himself over you as he lays on top, kissing your lips softly. The shy look on your face only intensifies when you feel his wet face kiss at yours, remembering why it’s wet but in a strange way, it’s nice. You also feel lighter somehow but you’d investigate that later. The second time he kisses you, on the mouth this time, you kiss him back. Lips sliding against each other tenderly before he breaks away.

“So? How was it, baby? We still doin’ okay?” You turn your head as another hot flush overtakes your face at the petname and his audacity. How was it? Your normally smart ass didn’t even have the words to string together how good it was. Instead, you let the loopy smile you’ve been fighting win as you face him, nodding happily with sleepy eyes. Clark chuckles, nodding amusingly with you, feeling his chest swell and he’s not sure if it’s entirely because of his ego.

You really do feel great. Even with him laying flush on top of you and heavy, you don’t feel that familiar itch or urge to get away from him- for personal space which is surprising given the way he was eye and mouth contact with your most sensitively intimate areas only minutes ago.

“Mmm, better than okay- splendiforous even.” You smile as you feel his chest shake with laughter, shaking his head before kissing you again.

“Dr. Seuss? Really?” He raises an eyebrow and that same feeling that started all this begins to creep back in.

“Really really but”, you don’t know how to word it so you just pointedly look down and hope he catches your drift and he eventually does. Letting out a nervous but interested chuckle, tonguing the inside of his cheek before leaning down in your ear, the way his soft lips brush your skin makes heat slot up your spine.

“What about me?” Oh fuck.

You can’t wait to ask god what he got from creating someone as unnecessarily fine as Clark when he sends you to the afterlife.

Taking a deep breath, you manage to squeak out,

“Did you- don’t you want to…y’know…” Biting his lip to keep from smiling wolfishly, Clark drops his head on your shoulder. His breath in your ear making you shiver.

“I already did, baby.”

Oh?

“But I didn’t touch you-“

“But I- was touching you. Tasting you too and when you cum-”, he pauses to kiss wetly at your ear and you gasp, “it’s contagious, sweetheart.”

Oh.

The low whimper that leaves you has him ready to run laps and he gets real aware of how naked you are from the waist down and fights to control himself because it would be unfairly easy. Too easy to rile you up, rouse your curiosity about every single touchy thing you’ve never done and take you there but he can’t. He’s worn you out enough for one afternoon and fitting any part of him in you would be a whole other struggle entirely so he leaves that for another day when he’ll be following your lead again. A sleepy yawn breaks him out of his thoughts as he looks down at your pretty face.

“Tired?” You nod but make no move to separate and he bites his lip nervously at what now. You two were in similar circles but you never got on together so your odd relationship was new. He liked you, having you in his eye from afar since forever but he also knew how much too close could unnerve you.

“If you wanna nap I can go-”,

“Nah.” He swallows, trying not to sound to happy as your arms wrap around his big frame, snuggling into his warmth.

“No? But aren’t you tired? I don’t want to intr-”,

Your snort cuts him off.

“Intrude? I just gave you your very own lipgloss; it’s impossible for you to intrude now.” Touché. “Right, so-”,

“So now, we’ll get up after I catch my breath and then I’ll go clean up and after we’ll go get fries and do whatever covers.” You say casually but he hears your heart pounding and it sounds like a dream and he smiles, kissing you slowly for the countless times within the time you’ve been together, humming in agreement. You’re thankful he doesn’t point out the darkness of your cheeks- he still flusters you.

“Sounds perfect but what if I have plans?”

“You’ll cancel them.” You say, shrugging like it’s common knowledge and he’s reminded that he’s seen you, hence he knows you’re used to getting your way.

“You’re right. Good thing I’m free then, hm?”

You nod before running your nails up his back, cupping the back of his head as you bring him down for a sweet kiss. He warms all over, humming into your lips before he feels you pat at his shoulders- signaling him to get up so you can move. He does but you stay put, staring at him until he looks around with a confused smile.

“What?”

“Cover your eyes! I have to walk to the bathroom and I’m still naked!” Oh. Aw. How cute. Instead of teasing you, he simply nods but his smile says it all as his hands move to cover his sight.

“And if you even try to peek I’ll beat you up and steal your lunch money!” You huff out and he laughs, that devastating smile making your heart skip.

He hears you shuffle of the bed then stumble a bit before you get your footing then move around, there’s the ruffle of more fabric- probably pants- before nothing.

There’s a sudden quick press of warm softness on his lips and he gasps as your footsteps quickly pad away, the sound of the bathroom door closing seconds later and only then does he put his hands down, a hopelessly enamored grin on his face as he sits on your bed staring into space with the memory of your essence still fresh in his mouth.

Yeah. He was a goner but one thing is for sure: whatever he teaches you next- he’s taking you down with him but he gets the feeling that you’ll surprise him before then.

[natsaffection]

Hey, I love your work especially Vampire!Natasha one shots and I have an idea for a Valentine's Day smut with vampire Natasha (I hope it's not too kinky) but the reader is expecting Natasha in bed covered in blood as a Valentine's Day gift

Happy Valentine’s Day. | N.R

Vampire!older!Natasha x Human!younger!Reader

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (N= 100+ r=23), much Blood, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), multiple orgasm, overstimulation

Word count: 1,9k

A/N: Thank you so much for this!! Happy Valentines Day for everyone who is celebrating it. 🫶🏼

You had been planning this for weeks.

Every night, carefully and methodically, you had drawn just enough blood to store away, always hiding the tubes before Natasha could notice. You had gone to painstaking lengths to keep it from her, keeping the scent masked, ensuring she wouldn’t suspect a thing.

Because you knew. You knew if she found out, if she even caught the faintest whiff of your blood, she would never allow it. Not because she didn’t want it. God, no. But because she would lose herself in it..And that was exactly what you wanted.

As the final drops of blood spilled across your skin, you bit your lip, feeling the warmth spread over your body, streaking down your stomach, your thighs, your collarbones. You ran your fingers through it slowly, letting the fresh, thick red coat your fingertips before smearing it just a little more.

Perfect. It was fresh, it was warm and it smelled like a goddamn feast. You took a shaky breath, your heart pounding as you grabbed your phone, sending Natasha a simple message.

Before you panic when you come home, just know that I am fine! I promise!! But I smell like a crime scene. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. ❤️

The response came immediately.

What?

You giggled, rolling onto the bed, getting comfortable. Oh, she was going to hate this…

Natasha smelled it the second she entered the building. The scent slammed into her like a force, wrapping around her, twisting into every part of her body, curling into her lungs. Her hands gripped the wall, her knees nearly buckling as the hunger roared inside her. For a split second, her vision blackened entirely. She exhaled sharply, tilting her head back, forcing herself to breathe slowly, evenly.

It didn’t help. God, it didn’t fucking help. Her fingers twitched, her jaw clenching violently as she stepped toward the bedroom, her movements slow, strained. Her body screamed at her to run, lunge, to take. But she forced herself to stay composed.

She stepped into the bedroom and she saw you.. You were sitting in the center of the bed, completely drenched in red. Your body was painted in it, fresh streaks running down your stomach, your thighs, pooling at your collarbones.

Natasha froze. Every muscle in her body locked up. She exhaled sharply, tilting her head, her eyes black as the void, her hands curling into tight fists at her sides. “What is this here?”

You giggled, “Weeks of collecting, just for tonight..” Natasha let out a sharp breath, her eyes black as the void, her restraint hanging on by a fucking thread. “Weeks..” she repeated, her voice thick with something dark, something dangerous.

You nodded. “Didn’t want to waste a drop. You always say it’s best fresh.” Her vision blackened for a second, her head tilting, her jaw clenching so hard it ached. Because fuck, she wanted you so bad it was killing her.

“You look very proud of yourself.” Natasha murmured, her voice low, teasing, slightly strained. “I am..” you hummed, tilting your head slightly, looking at her with pure, innocent mischief.

Natasha groaned softly, her nails digging into the doorframe, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her upright. She licked her lips, her tongue barely flicking over the tips of her fangs. “You planned this..” she whispered, stepping slowly, carefully into the room. “Spent weeks collecting all of this blood, just to test me?” You bit your lip, watching her closely, drinking in her struggle.

“Mhm..” you hummed, stretching out a little, letting the blood trail further down your stomach. “I wanted to see if you’d break.” Natasha exhaled slowly, heavily, tilting her head again, trying to shake off the hunger, the desire, the absolute desperation to taste you.

You saw it. And fuck, you loved it. “Come on, Natasha..” you murmured, slowly spreading your legs wider, making sure she saw everything. “Come get your present.” She crawled onto the bed, her hands sinking into the mattress, her body hovering just inches above yours.

You shivered, your breath hitching slightly at the sight of her, so close, so predatory, so completely wrecked. “You’re trouble..” she whispered, her lips grazing your jaw, barely touching, just enough to tease.

“I know.” you giggled, your fingers dragging over her shoulders, her arms, feeling the tension in her muscles. She was shaking. She was trying so hard. And fuck, it was adorable.

Natasha moved lower, her lips skimming down your neck, your collarbone, her breath hot, shaky, uneven. Her tongue flicked out, barely tasting the blood smeared across your skin. And fuck, she groaned. “You taste so fucking good.” she whispered, her hands gripping your sides, keeping you still.

You moaned softly, feeling her lips press against your sternum, her tongue licking up the red stains, slow and deliberate. She wasn’t just cleaning you. She was worshiping you. Her tongue trailed down, swirling over the dip of your stomach, lapping up every drop of blood she could find.

Her breath came heavier, her grip tightening, her fangs aching, but she still held back. Her lips lingered lower, kissing over your hips, your inner thighs, licking up every last bit of red.

Your breath hitched, your fingers tightening in the sheets. She smirked, flicking her eyes up, watching your face, drinking in every reaction. “Such a messy girl..” she murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, swirling her tongue slowly. You whimpered, your thighs trembling slightly. “Did you do this just for me, baby?” she whispered, her voice sweet, taunting, full of love.

“Y-Yes..” you gasped, shivering as she kissed higher, closer, teasing. Her tongue flicked out again, slow, sensual, dragging up your skin. You moaned, your thighs tensing around her. And fuck, she loved that sound. Your hips jerked slightly, your fingers grabbing onto her hair, tugging.

She groaned against you, the vibrations making you shudder. “You wanted me desperate, Darling?” she murmured, her tongue just barely flicking out, teasing, tasting.

“N-Nat..” you whimpered. Her tongue was relentless, circling, teasing, flicking, tasting, her hands keeping you spread, still, completely at her mercy. Your moans turned into gasps, whimpers, cries, your body trembling beneath her, already falling apart.

Her grip on your thighs was tight, bruising, possessive, keeping you pinned to the bed, keeping you right where she wanted you. Her mouth was hot, relentless, consuming, her tongue circling, flicking, pressing, lapping up everything you gave her.

She was lost in you. And fuck, you were falling apart. “Nat! G-God..!” you gasped, your back arching sharply, your fingers gripping the sheets in desperation. Natasha growled against you, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

Her hunger wasn’t just for your blood anymore. It was for you. For your moans. For the way your body writhed under her, for the way you trembled, gasped, begged. And fuck, she wasn’t done yet.

Her lips moved to your other thigh, lingering, her tongue trailing slow, teasing circles against the soft, sensitive skin. You whimpered, already knowing what she was about to do. Already aching for it. “You can take it..” Natasha whispered, her breath hot, heavy, wrecked against your skin. “Can’t you?”

You nodded frantically, your voice nothing but a needy whine. “Say it, Malysh (Baby).” she murmured, her fangs ghosting over your thigh, teasing, taunting. “I-Ican take it..” you gasped, your legs quivering beneath her hold. “Please, Natasha!!”

That was all she needed. With a low, primal growl, she bit down. Your loud moan echoed through the room, your body arching sharply, but Natasha held you firm, steady, pinned beneath her. Her fangs sank deep, just enough, enough to let your blood pool into her waiting mouth, but not too much, never too much.

She would never hurt you. And God, she moaned as she drank, her body shuddering at the rich, divine taste of you. Her hips pressed into the mattress, rolling instinctively, as if she needed something, anything to relieve the throbbing ache between her own legs.

Her tongue swirled over the puncture marks, lapping at them, soothing you, her lips kissing over the fresh wound before she moved back between your thighs. Her mouth latched onto you instantly, her tongue circling, pressing, curling, her fingers joining in, pushing inside you, filling you completely.

“Tasha- fuck!!” you gasped, your hands gripping her hair, pulling, trembling. She groaned against you, the vibrations sending you spiraling as the pressure coiled tighter, tighter, ready to snap.

“Come for me.” Natasha commanded, her voice low, wrecked, demanding. You had no choice. Your body gave in completely, your release crashing over you, shattering you, pulling you under, under, under and Natasha? She took everything.

She swallowed your moans, your trembles, your pleasure, her tongue still working you through it, dragging out every last wave. She moved up your body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, your ribs, your throat.

Her fingers never left you, still circling, teasing, rubbing slow, steady strokes against your already overstimulated clit. You whimpered, your hips jerking, twitching, already sensitive, already on the edge of another release.

“One more..” Natasha whispered, her lips brushing against your pulse. Her fingers pressed harder, faster, pushing you right back to that breaking point. She smirked, her dark, blown-out eyes flickering over your body, taking in the way you looked beneath her, wrecked, spent, perfect.

“T-Too much…” you gasped, your back arching, your body still sensitive, but already aching for more. Natasha groaned, watching you with hunger, her fingers rubbing slow, deep circles against your clit, keeping you on edge, keeping you squirming.

“Look at you..” she whispered, her voice thick, reverent, worshipful. “So fucking pretty when you’re like this.” Her other hand slid up, trailing across your stomach, over your ribs, cupping your breast, rolling your nipple between her fingers.

You whimpered, your thighs trembling, your hips chasing the movement of her fingers. “You’re so perfect.” Natasha murmured, her eyes locked onto you, her lips parting slightly as she drank in every reaction.

The way your eyes fluttered shut, the way your lips parted, the way your fingers clutched at the sheets. Her fingers never stopped moving, never stopped building you up, never stopped circling, teasing, pressing.

She felt the exact moment your body tensed again, felt the way your thighs shook harder, the way your stomach clenched, the way your moans turned into desperate little whimpers. You were close. So, so close. And that’s when Natasha leaned in.

Her lips brushed against your throat, right over the place where your pulse pounded beneath her touch. Her fangs ached. Her entire body trembled as she inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of your blood, your sweat, your pleasure.

She was so fucking starved for you. “Give it to me, Y/n..” she whispered, her voice low, thick, dripping with possession. “Come for me, and let me taste you while you do.” The second her fangs pierced your skin, your body shattered completely.

You sobbed her name, your hands gripping her shoulders, your thighs clenching around her waist, your hips jerking desperately as the pleasure crashed over you, wave after wave, unstoppable, overwhelming.

She moaned into your throat, the sound deep, primal, wrecked, her tongue lapping at the fresh punctures, drinking you in, devouring every drop. Your blood rushed into her mouth, hot, perfect, intoxicating, sending a sharp, violent pleasure through her own body.

Her hips ground down against the bed, the taste of you pushing her to the brink of madness, consuming her completely. She couldn’t stop. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. You had ruined her. And she would spend forever ruining you in return.

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[elliee3e]

‘sweet lovin’’

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ logan howlett x f! reader

summary ;

just being held in logan’s arms as he takes care of you.

content warnings ;

age gap, size kink, dirty talk but it’s slight, slight overstimulation (?) implied ddlg

author’s note ;

hey so um.. this was actually supposed to be deeper than it sounds😭 i did NOT mean to write plain smut like this there was supposed to be a whole hurt / comfort trope & stuff but clearly my horniness got the best of me. anywho i might make a fluff aftercare version but here’s this for now. veryyy short drabble btw because i have no motivation help

being held in logan’s arms as his hands toy with your body to the point where you’re trembling, and he has to hold you flush to him so you don’t crash out just yet. “shh, baby. i gotcha.” his voice would ring in your ears, keeping you grounded, as your smaller hands would grip at the hard muscles of his arms.

“i can’t, lo.” you’d manage to mumble out shakily, warm breath panting against his neck, as your little thighs trembled around his big hand — threatening to close — as he brought his other one down to prevent that from happening. “yeah you can, darlin’. look at that. you’re doin’ so good for me right now, you have been this whole time. don’t tell me you can’t handle it now.” each word said into your hair as he gently pressed little kisses to the soft locks, his scruff rubbing the warm skin of your forehead: a contrast to the way his fingers were working in tight circles on your over sensitive clit. a hiccup and gasp bubbled up in your throat as the feeling started to stir up a burning feeling in your lower belly.

logan chuckled as he heard this, bringing his face down to yours. he knew you were close. he always did. he pressed his forehead against yours, hands still pressed on your thigh as the other rubbed you a little faster: hearing your pathetic whimpers.

“fuck, you’re just adorable, aren’t ya?” he’d whisper against your forehead, the hand that was on your thigh moving up to grab a small fistful of your soft hair that he had been nuzzling moments before — to make you look up at him, the sight of your eyes all glazed over with tears making him even more desperate to finish you off, give you the pleasure you craved.

“m’ so close— lo—“ you hiccuped, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment with a gasp as his thick fingers slipped through your folds, gliding in and out of the tight, slick warm heat of your hole. it’s making your body tingle and go numb all at the same time, thick fingers spreading you open: and they way they speed up. you feel your little hole fluttering around the intrusion, holding onto it as the feeling of your impending orgasm starts to overwhelm you.

logan lets out a low groan as he feels how tight you’re squeezing just his two fingers, his thumb still working over your puffy clit. he brings your head back up to kiss you, letting all your moans pour into his mouth; before your hands start scratching at his arm.

“fuck, you’re really worked up tonight, ain’ya?” he’d chuckle in disbelief, hearing your whines as he pulled away from the kiss — the way you squirmed under him. “come on, baby. let go. wanna feel your pretty pussy gushing all over my fingers.” he says, proving his words by slightly curling his fingers deep inside you, wanting to hit that soft spot that his cock always did when he would be inside you. the feeling was too much, and with a whine that was muffled by pressing your face into logan’s neck, your high reached it’s peak — spilling all over his thick fingers.

logan groaned as he felt the sticky warmth, keeping his fingers inside you till you were panting and squirming away from him. without hesitation, he brought them up to his mouth, tasting the sweet tang of your essence on his tongue. a taste he’d never get tired of.

“tastes fuckin’ delicious, sweetheart. did so good too,” he praised, watching your flushed face as you leaned back against the pillows: still trying to come down from that high as it reached an end.

once his words registered into your mind, he was already shifting closer to you and pulling your little panties up and over your pretty hips, the feeling making you flutter as you sighed. “felt good, lo.” you mumbled contentedly, and logan couldn’t help but scoop your body up into his bigger arms, pressing a sweet kiss to the crown of your head.

“mm, yeah. ‘m sure it did, angel. glad i could make you feel better.”

[bookworrm1999]

A Mark Upon Thee…

18+, Caleb’s name tattooed on MC, first time, dry humping, thigh fucking, tattoos

Words: 2.5k

Caleb pounds you into the mattress because a tattoo of his name on you makes him crazy.

AO3

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Caleb had just brought you back to his home, your things on the floor.

You look around curiously but the house seemed so dull and lifeless.

As if no one lived here at all.

“Do you even live here?”

“I do sometimes, I’m usually on missions, keeping myself busy. Here, give me your hand.”

A bit confused, you give him your hand to hold. He turns you to the door, your back to his chest as he uses your fingertip to add it to the door’s lock.

His breath tickles your neck so you turn your head to look at him a bit.

You hear a sharp inhale from Caleb as he lets go of your hand suddenly.

He lifts a hand towards you neck and brushes some hair back into your bun, his fingertips lingering on the skin behind your left ear.

“What is this?”

Oh, he’s seen it now. After the explosion, you were devastated.

You missed Caleb so much that it was like you were missing a part of your body.

Losing him only made you realize your feelings too late.

As a reminder and a commemoration, you had his name tattooed in calligraphy behind your left ear.

Not many people saw it because your hair usually hid it, it was something usually only for you.

The man you had loved forever enshrined on your body, so that he’d still be with you even after death.

You reach up and lay your hand over his, covering the delicate letters that spelled out Caleb.

A true statement over the claim he had over you.

“I got it after I thought you had died.”

His grip tightens around your fingers still gently laid over your ear.

Heavy breaths made the hairs on your exposed neck stand straight up.

Sending shivers down your spine. He noticed.

Caleb stepped a bit closer, your back barely touching his chest.

The heat radiating from him, the closeness of your bodies, his trembling grasp of your fingers.

The air practically trembled from the energy in the room.

“Why?” He sounds absolutely wrecked, like he had been the one mourning your death all these months.

“I thought I had lost you. You were everything to me and then you were just gone.”

A tear slips from your eye and your chest heaves a bit from the heavy feeling in your heart.

“This was a way to keep you close to me still.”

Caleb lets your fingers go to trace the flowing text, his fingertip going further to glide down your neck.

A heat rose in you and you tried to turn to look at him. His hand stopped you around your waist, his eyes seemingly still drinking in the mark you had made for him.

“Caleb?”

“Do you have any idea what this does to me?”

Well you had an idea of what you’d like it to do to him but the hope of that was small inside you. He had always treated you as a friend but maybe he saw you differently now?

You turned your neck more to glance at his face. The sight of it, it nearly took your breath away.

His eyes dark, pupils dilated, lips pressed together in a thin line, a faint pink flush that traveled from his cheeks to his ears.

Maybe the idea wasn’t so preposterous after all. So you ask a bit slyly

“Oh, do you like it?”

“Like it?” He grunts, catching your eye, giving you a sly smile.

“Oh I more than like it.”

You decided to press him, make the first move in this stalemate. His hand was resting in the curve of your neck and shoulder. Bending your neck to the side a bit, still holding his gaze, you lightly kissed one of his fingers.

Caleb watched you with anticipation, his breath pluming over your exposed neck. Deciding to see how far you can go before he breaks, you reach down with your mouth open and take a finger inside.

His mouth falls open now, eyes going half lidded as he watches you savor his finger like it’s a delicacy.

A low moan escapes him, going straight to your core and igniting the flame.

You bite his finger lightly, swirling your tongue around it, tempting him with where else you could do this.

“Unnngh… haaa… mmm.” Breathy moans escaping his mouth set you on fire.

You arch your back a bit, rubbing your butt into him.

Smiling around his finger with triumph, you felt it, a hard curve nestled neatly into you.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

Caleb pushes you into the door, rock hard against you and lifting you to meet him.

Taking his hand away, he returns with his lips, hot and needy against your neck. Trailing open mouthed kisses up to where his name laid upon you.

Trailing his nose up behind the curve of your ear before making his way back down with a hot tongue.

Whimpering at the sensations he was stoking inside you, you ground back into him.

“Caleb please.”

“It’s too late now.”

“No I-“ you gasp as he lifts your hips and tilts them back so that his cock meets your soaked core. “I want this, I need you. Don’t leave me again.”

Caleb groans heavily, leaning against the door and bracing himself with both hands as he grinds into you.

“You don’t know the things you do to me- ugh! Gonna be so good to you baby just- hngh… such a good girl.”

The praise goes straight through you, you reach your hands up to slide over his. Using the additional leverage to continue to grind and soak through his uniform pants.

The white pants did nothing to hide his training cock nor the evidence of your need for him drenched into the fabric.

Every roll slipping against you, your dress that you were now wearing riding up at the hem as it made its way up, now exposing your underwear to him.

The sounds of your frantic embrace squishing, your whimpers, his low moans and the occasional low curse of “oh fuck” espcaping his lips.

The impending wave was cresting inside you as his cock started to slip and slide through the side of your underwear.

The feeling of his bare cock against your folds and teasing your clit sent you over the edge.

Keening, you froze before you started jerking back against him and legs trembling.

You started to slump a little before he picked you up by your thighs, holding them tightly together.

He started fucking your thighs, juices dribbling down your legs as you panted coming down from you high.

“I never thought that- ugh- that I’d ever be here. Wanted it so bad- guh!”

His thick cock head arousing you even now as it popped between your thighs.

Caleb groaned low in this throat, painting your thighs and the door with thick ropes of cum.

He carried you to the couch before his strength was spent, landing you in his lap as you both caught your breath.

“God I’m a mess now.”

Caleb laughed, resting his head against your shoulder.

“You think I’m any better?”

You hum, turning in his lap to face him properly. Holding his face between your hands, you gently caress him. His eyes closed in ecstasy from your touch.

“I love you.” Eyes snapping open to look at you with a reignited frenzy deep inside.

“You love me?”

“Of course I do, you dolt! Why do you think I got your name tattooed on me in the first place? I only realized it after losing you, just how much you meant to me.”

“I love you too.” You lean forward to kiss him gently, the calm after the storm.

But your confession had made him all the more hungry to hold you close.

Still kissing you, he lays you back on the couch. Caleb kisses his way down your neck, your breasts, your belly until he reaches your still wet pussy.

Inhaling like it’s an expensive perfume, he brings his face close and licks a stripe up your folds.

Cleaning your juices from your last orgasm.

Gasping from the overstimulation

“Wait! Not so rough, I’m still sensitive!”

“Good.”

He dives in like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. Sweat starts to bead on his forehead so he expertly slips off his uniform jacket and unbuttons his shirt.

Leaving his magnificent chest on display for your eyes.

His tongue curls around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. His fingers reach up and delicately brush against you.

Experimentally sliding one finger in, it makes you groan and thrust his face.

A delighted look of bliss settles onto his face as he eats you with precision.

A thought crosses your mind that makes you jealous.

“Have you done this before? Ah!”

He pulls away a bit while still leisurely pumping two of his fingers now in and out of you.

“No, you’re my first everything. I’m just an expert on the subject of you.”

Caleb presses his fingers up into the top of your walls as if searching, ah there it was. He found your g-spot, making you whine and scramble as if you’re unsure to get away or move closer.

“Any other men I should keep an eye out for, squeaks?”

“N-no I’ve never done anything with anybody before. Haaa!”

This seems to delight him as he brings his face back to your clit. Sucking it in and out of his mouth gently while flicking it with his tongue.

He brings you to the brink, feeling the tightening of your walls, he stops.

You whine as he pulls his fingers out.

“What?”

Without a word, he carries you down the hallway to a room that seems a bit cozier than the rest of the empty house.

Plopping you down on the bed, he eyes you like you’re a piece of art displayed at a museum.

“Caleb? Why’d you stop?”

“I want to be inside you.” He goes to the closet and pulls out a box.

“I keep these in here just in case.” Caleb pulls out a condom and looks at you asking with his eyes.

“I want you inside me too. But… you don’t have to wear that.”

Glancing up at him through your eyelashes shyly, you hear his breath hitch in excitement.

“That seems like it could lead to danger.”

“Is it really dangerous if I’m with you though?”

He slips his pants and shirt off, hurrying over to you on the bed, almost tripping.

Cock straining up, an angry red and dripping with precum.

You lick your lips with anticipation.

“How do you want me?”

“On your belly. I want to see my name on you while I fuck you into the mattress.”

This idea excites you as you flip over. Curious how this position was going to work if you weren’t on your knees.

Caleb comes up behind you, hands on either side of you, trapping you in a cage made of him.

“Last chance to go.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

He leans down to your ear, the one with his name, and whispers

“I can handle anything if I have you.”

Caleb slides a hand under your stomach, lifting your waist so your your pussy was tilted up at him. Otherwise you were flat on the bed, your breath hot with excitement.

He grabbed his cock, pumping it a bit as he slides the tip around your folds.

“I’ll go slow at first, just tell me if it hurts.”

“No, don’t go slow, fill me up please.”

“Fuck.”

He slides in all the way to your cervix, only a slight pinch before all you feel is the pleasure of being full.

His balls laying heavily right up against your folds and the feeling of them laying on your thighs excites you.

Caleb breathes heavily, his chest pressing you into the mattress as he gets his bearings.

Whining, you push and grind up into him. The pressure and angle, pushing him into your g spot.

“Hold on, or this is will be much shorter than I want it to be.”

“I’d take it as a compliment.”

He snorts into your hair.

“I sure as hell won’t.”

Sliding back a bit before sheathing himself back into your walls, the sensation of him dragging inside you is so good.

It’s a delicate balance, keeping your back arched enough that he doesn’t pop out. But the position is so erotic, feeling him pressing down into you. Fucking you into the mattress, the sheets stimulating your clit but not quite enough.

Caleb’s balls hitting the meat of your thighs every time he thrusts himself into you roughly, god it makes you so feral.

“Let me bite your hand Caleb!” You whine out into the night air.

He stuffs it into your mouth, no questions asked as you bite down into the meat below his thumb.

“Fuck! If I knew it felt this good, I would’ve- ngh- tried to convince you sooner.”

“Would you have snuck in to my room in the middle of the night?”

The fantasy turning you both on as you both started to get close. His cock making a mess of your thighs as the mattress becomes soaked below you.

“God yes, fucking you like this but my hand keeping you from making any noise. So we wouldn’t get caught.”

The thought of getting caught turns you on a bit as you clench your walls around his girth.

He moans and tells you to touch yourself, he’s not gonna last long.

So you slide your hand under you to your clit, rubbing it a few times while feeling his balls slap against you is all it takes.

“Caleb!” You bite down hard on his hand and he jerks, your neck craning just enough for him to see his name on you once more.

Caleb explodes inside you, pumping his cum into you, not wanting to waste a drop.

A few more slow thrusts, pulling you to your sides, keeping you stuffed with his cock still.

Panting together a bit before laughing in delight. You still feel so delightfully full, you rub your stomach, you can feel him through it.

He shudders as he asks

“You good?”

“That was amazing.” You sigh and reach back with your head, searching for his lips. Caleb kisses you as if time has stopped for just the two of you.

He pulls away and noses his name behind your ear.

“I take it that this means you’ll stay.”

“Are you kidding? You’re never getting rid of me.”

[helaintoloki]

Somethin’ Stupid

part two

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: angst, lots of pining, eventual fluff

notes: part two is here! ty guys for the support and hope you enjoy <3

summary: being forced to go on a mission together allows bucky and y/n to come to an understanding

*part one

You wake up with an awful hangover and a broken heart.

A part of you had hoped that the events that had transpired last night were merely figments of a dream, a peek into some alternate dimension where you had misjudged your tolerance for alcohol and completely humiliated yourself in front of the man you were hopelessly in love with. But the glass of water paired with a bottle of aspirin and a note from Natasha excusing you from training today proved otherwise.

All it took was a single drunken confession to completely obliterate one of the most dearest friendships you had. How could you ever possibly face him after this? Not only had you completely misread his intentions, but he had responded less than enthusiastically to your profession. You’d seen it in his face, the guilt that swam in his eyes and sympathetic smile that he wore so beautifully despite how badly it hurt you. Though Natasha had cut him off before he could offer a full response, you had enough sense to know what had been coming next.

“I’m sorry kid, but I don’t see you that way. You’re just not my type.”

The mere thought has you reeling all over again as you fight to keep your nausea at bay and clumsily reach for the glass of water. You’re grateful that you’ve been given the green light to essentially lock yourself away in your room and hide in your shame for the rest of the day, but you know that eventually you’ll be expected to go back out there and resume your daily routine. But Bucky was part of that routine, and you feel absolutely pathetic as you realize just how much you’d centered your life around him.

It’s obvious that logic is not your strong suit when it comes to these situations, so it made sense that you felt the only natural solution was to simply avoid Bucky for as long as humanly possible. You’d spar with someone else, maybe ask Natasha to join you for a movie instead, and chase away your own nightmares from now on. Surely this would help you get over him once and for all.

At least that’s what you hoped.

However, you were only successful in avoiding Bucky for a straight week until Steve decided you two were the perfect candidates for a recon mission.

You’d followed Steve around the compound pleading your case as soon as he’d handed you the mission file, but the man was adamant that you were the only one right for the job.

“You’re the only one who can see inside the building without actually having to step foot in it,” Steve had reminded you, his stance firm and his arms crossed over his broad chest as he spoke. “We need to know if these guys actually have any stolen Stark tech on their hands before we risk going in there. Your vision can give us the layout of the building and determine their inventory without them even knowing.”

“If my enhanced eyesight makes me the most qualified then why can’t I just go on my own?” You adamantly protested before handing the file back to him. “It clearly states in the report that I’m not expected to go inside or make contact with any hostiles, so why do I need a partner?”

“You’re going to be too busy scanning the building to watch your own back, so you’ll need someone else there to watch it for you,” Steve reminded you with authority, his tone indicative of the fact that as Captain he had the final say. With a softer tone, he placed a firm hand on your shoulder before giving it a comforting squeeze. “Besides, I think this will be good for you both. A team only works if everyone’s on the same page, so it’s important to me that you two figure things out. Understood?”

“You got it, Cap,” you finally relinquished with a discontented sigh before excusing yourself to prepare for the mission.

You end up in the car garage a few hours later anxiously waiting for Bucky’s arrival. A part of you had considered leaving without him and worrying about Steve’s wrath at a later point, but you knew better than to test your luck. He was right about needing someone to have your back, but you just wish that someone could have been anyone else on the team.

The sound of heavy boots making their way towards you prompts you to lift your despondent gaze towards their own. Despite only having been apart from him for a week, you still find your breath catching in your throat and heartbeat speeding its pace by tenfold as you lock eyes with his stormy gaze. You have no idea what he’s thinking, and you desperately wish your x-ray vision could allow you to look into his head and read his thoughts, but unfortunately that’s Wanda’s speciality, not yours.

“Hey,” he greets with a barely visible smile that makes your chest tighten with longing. You’d think that after being rejected you’d be over him by now, but it turns out it’s true when they say absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“Hi,” you murmur meekly, absently dragging the toe of your boot along the ground. The air is thick with tension as you both engage in an unwelcome staring contest and wait with baited breath for the other to address the obvious elephant in the room. After a minute, you finally speak, “Thanks for coming along.”

“No need to thank me,” he assures you in the softest tone he can muster, almost as if you’ll run off again if he doesn’t choose his words carefully. “You know I’ll always have your back.”

His reply has you swallowing harshly while your stomach twists itself in knots; this week had been miserable for you, and yet you’d never stopped to consider how Bucky was fairing in your absence. Even if he did only view you as a kid, you still had formed a close bond with the man, and it must have been jarring for him to spend his days unused to your absence. You’d essentially iced him out without worrying about the repercussions, and now here you were forced to face them head on.

“We should go,” you state suddenly in an attempt to avoid any further awkwardness. Bucky opens his mouth to protest but instead chooses to keep silent and grab the keys for his motorcycle. As much as he’s been dying to talk to you about what had occurred at Tony’s party, he knows you both need to be focused on the task at hand, so he instead chooses to offer you a helmet before starting up the bike.

The world almost feels whole again when you seat yourself behind him and wrap your arms around his torso in a tight hold as he begins to speed off to your destination. You’ve missed this closeness, his warmth, the scent of his cologne and the comfort it brings you to rest your cheek against his back as you watch the scenery pass you by. You’re not sure if your relationship with the super soldier will ever be the same, and a part of you wonders if it’s possible to borrow the time stone from Dr. Strange so you can go back and stop yourself from making such a horrid mistake. You’d feel better if you could at least know what Bucky was thinking.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky was thinking about a lot of things.

Though everyone around him could see how stupidly blind he was to your adoration for him, Bucky legitimately had no inkling of your romantic feelings for him. The shock on his face that night had been genuine, and your confession left him dumbfounded as he scrambled to come up with the right words, but Natasha had whisked you away before he had been given the chance.

Bucky laid awake for hours that night reminiscing on all the times you’d shared together- evenings spent talking for hours until the sun came out, playful teasing over your earpieces during missions, letting you crawl into his bed at odd hours because it helped your night terrors. He could say he was simply being a good friend, a good teammate even, but he knew he’d only be kidding himself. Bucky would do just about anything you asked of him, and he knew it was because deep inside he loved you too.

The word kid had slipped out, but it was meant to be viewed as a harmless pet name. If he knew just how upset it would have made you he never would have used it, and it haunted him every single day you ignored him. He wanted to make things right, but that would only be possible if you gave him the chance.

And right now, it didn’t seem like that was going to happen anytime soon.

~~~

Your eyes are laser focused on the building before you as you nestle into the high branches of a tree and ignore the biting cold from the snowfall. Bucky is perched beside you, gaze constantly shifting as he scans the area for any potential threats to your safety. You’ve been at this for about an hour as you meticulously scan each floor in search of any weapons as well as intel regarding how many people occupy the building. Your eyes are starting to burn from the amount of strain your powers put on them, something Bucky picks up on as he places a hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

“I think you should take a break,” he prompts with worry clear on his features. Though a part of you agrees, you’re too stubborn to relent to his suggestion. This mission is your chance to prove to him that you’re not just some kid he has to babysit; you are just as capable as anyone else, and you want him to see you not as a mentee but as an equal.

“I’m fine,” you insist indignantly before returning your gaze to the weapons base, “you’re breaking my concentration.”

“Y/n, if you put too much pressure on your eyes you’re going to have a crushing migraine for weeks and Steve will have no choice but to bench you from missions,” he reminds you, and though Bucky is only trying to be helpful you feel as if you’re being reprimanded like some child.

“Are you not listening to me? I’m fine,” you grit through clenched teeth. The pressure is getting to you, and this conversation certainly isn’t helping.

“Look, just stop to use the eyedrops Dr. Banner gave you and then-“

“Oh my god, would you stop?! You’re not my babysitter, Bucky!” You finally cry out in exasperation.

“Hey!” A third voice interjects before Bucky can respond, prompting both of you to turn your heads just in time to see a man below raising his gun in your direction. You’d both been so engrossed in your debacle to notice a guard had been sent to search the area, and your little outburst had just given away your hiding spot.

Your head is pounding from the overexertion of your powers, and you’re barely able to register Bucky yelling at you to duck. The man begins to shoot before Bucky can draw his gun, and you’re not quick enough to duck out of the way when a bullet comes in your direction. It shoots straight through your shoulder blade, the force strong enough to hinder your balance and throw you off of the tree branch.

“Y/n!” Bucky cries out, eyes wide as he shoots a hand out for you. He’s barely able to graze your fingertips before you go falling straight to the ground with a strangled cry. The last thing you see is his horrified face before you hit the floor with a defeaning thud.

Everything goes dark after that.

~~~

The lights of the infirmary are blinding as you will yourself to peel your eyes open with a groan. A dull throbbing fills your head as you lift your hand to shield your eyes and attempt to sit up only to be gently pushed back down onto the bed.

“Easy there, slugger,” a voice reprimands teasingly, “Bruce says you shouldn’t be making any sudden movements for the next few days. You didn’t break anything, but you’re bruised up pretty bad and need to be on a five day medication regimen to keep the migraines at bay, and that’s not even mentioning the bullet hole in your shoulder.”

“Natasha?” you murmur hoarsely, barely making out her figure through squinted eyes. Your mind is reeling as you try to recall the events of your mission, and your stomach drops as you recall that you hadn’t been alone when you’d been ambushed. “Where’s Bucky?!”

You try to sit up again only for her to push you back down with one hand while the other uses the control pad to dim the lights in the room. You’re grateful for the pressure it alleviates, but your racing heart does nothing to help your anxious state.

“Bucky is fine,” she reassures you, “he left to get you some water, but he’s been in this room all day since you both got back.”

“What happened? I-I remember arguing with him, getting caught, falling out of a tree…”

“You hit a couple branches on the way down which is why you’re all banged up, but luckily the snow helped break your fall and prevented any further damage. Barnes was able to get you both out of there unscathed, and thankfully Bruce was able to remove the bullet out of your shoulder with minimal scarring. But… I have to say, I’ve never seen Bucky look so worried before.”

“God,” you whine in embarrassment, palms pressing into your eyes as you hold your face in your hands. “It’s like I’m incapable of not making a fool of myself every time we’re alone together.”

“Look, just stop dragging your feet and face the issue head on. You two need to work this out,” Natasha reiterates, her eyes subtly shifting to the man that enters the infirmary with a bottle of water in his hands. “The sooner the better.”

Bucky looks like a dog caught with its tail between his legs as he approaches your bedside, swallowing nervously as Natasha moves past him with a “good luck” leaving her lips as she exits the room and allows you both some privacy. You take the bottle from him with trembling hands and a quiet thank you before finally willing yourself to look at him.

“I’m sorry… this whole mess is my fault,” you murmur remorsefully, fingers fidgeting with the paper label on the bottle, "if I had just kept my mouth shut that night-“

“I’m glad you said it.”

“What?” You breathe out in surprise, unsure if you heard him correctly or if it was just your migraine skewing your perception of reality. Bucky swallows nervously before seating himself beside your bed, a bashful smile playing at his lips as he meets your gaze.

“Look, I know I reacted horribly in the moment, but it was only because I thought you were too drunk to mean it,” he confesses almost shamefully, a flash of guilt present in his features. “It’s hard to believe a woman as wonderful as you would want a tired old man like me, and I assumed it was a spur of the moment thing. But I have cared for you the moment Steve introduced you to us as a new member of the team, and I don’t go out of my way to protect you because I think you’re some incapable kid who needs my help. It’s because… well, it’s because I love you too. And I’m sorry it took me this long to say it.”

Your lips are parted in shock as you process Bucky’s words, your mind racing to catch up as you realize the man you’ve pined for so long is now confessing his love for you. A part of you is scared that this is some sort of concussion dream and that you’ll wake up to find it wasn’t real. But the feel of his hand carefully cupping your cheek says otherwise, and you nearly melt into his touch at the feeling.

“You love me?” You repeat again in quiet astonishment. Bucky lets out a small chuckle in response.

“Of course I do, sweetheart,” he reassures you with an adoring smile, “it killed me to be away from you for so long, and I hate that it took us being shot at for me to finally tell you that.”

“I guess we just operate better on chaos,” you weakly joke, smiling when it earns you another laugh out of Bucky.

“It certainly is our specialty,” he agrees with wry grin. Then, tone more serious now as he moves to take one of your hands in his own, he says, “I love you, y/n, and I’d be honored if you would give me the chance to take you out somewhere nice to makeup for this whole mess I put us through.”

With a soft smile, you give his hand a gentle squeeze and answer, “I’d love nothing more.”

And then, in the privacy of the quiet infirmary, Bucky leans in and steals the first of many kisses from you.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

Fake dating with hockey player Anakin 😵‍💫😵‍💫

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN HEADCANONS

Author's note: have no idea if you meant headcanons or fic so im sorry :// also this is also an opportunity for me to ask anyone who want to send a request to be more specific! It helps a lot

You should have said no.

You knew it'd be a disaster when ANAKIN SKYWALKER said, "I need a fake girlfriend."

And you need a freaking bag full of money

The words had barely left his stupid, pretty mouth before you rolled your eyes and continued walking. But, of course, he'd not let you go that easily. He chased after you, hockey bag slung over his shoulder, smelling like cologne and screaming trouble.

"C’mon, bookworm. It’s just for a little while. My ex won’t leave me alone, and Coach says I need to ‘grow up’ and ‘be responsible.’ You’re, like, the most responsible girl I know.”

Your mistake? Stopping to listen.

Your second mistake? Agreeing.

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN who sat with you to set the rules;

"Alright, we need some ground rules,” you began, tone serious as you laid your notebook flat on the table.

Anakin leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and that signature cocky smirk on his face. "Go ahead, princess. What rules you got in mind?"

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, ignoring the way his gaze lingered on your lips for a second too long. "First off, no unnecessary touching."

He raised an eyebrow, smile widening. "Unnecessary? So what's necessary touching? Hand-holding? Arm around your waist? Kissing?"

Your face heated up instantly, and you cleared your throat, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach. "Only in public, and only when we have to sell it," you replied, writing it down in your notebook, though your hand shook slightly..if your mother would see this, she would instantly deprive you

Anakin chuckled softly, leaning in closer over the table. "Does that mean I get to kiss you whenever people are watching? Maybe slip a hand down to—"

"Rule two!" you cut him off, cheeks flaming as you forced yourself to focus. At least one of you had to be focused "No… suggestive comments."

"Can’t promise that, sweetheart."

You glared at him, though the effect was ruined by how hot your skin felt. "You have to try."

"Fine, fine," Anakin waved it off playfully. Then he leaned forward, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he took your notebook from your hands, flipping it closed. "My turn for some rules."

You blinked, confused. "Your rules? I thought this was—"

"Rule one," he interrupted "When we’re together, you don’t look at anyone else but me."

You scoffed, trying to sound unaffected, but the possessiveness in his tone made something inside you stir. "And why would I need to look at you all the time?"

His lips curled into a slow smirk as his eyes locked with yours. "Because if we’re selling this, I want people to know you’re mine. Fake or not, you’ll have to act the part."

"Fine. But that goes both ways."

"Of course, princess," he said, winking. "I wouldn’t dream of looking anywhere else."

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your composure as he continued. "Rule two: when we’re alone, we still act like we're dating."

Your eyebrows shot up. "Wait, why? No one’s around to see it."

"Because I want you to get used to it," he said, voice low and teasing. "It’ll make things easier in public, right?"

You swallowed hard, trying to form a retort, but the way he was looking at you had your words caught in your throat. The way he said it—like he was daring you to admit just how much he was getting under your skin—made your heart race.

You let out a heavy sigh, feeling your cheeks flush again as you looked away. "Fine. But if you cross any lines, this deal is off."

"I wouldn't dream of it"

He nodded at whatever you've been lecturing him about before he leaned back in his chair with that cocky grin of his. "Agreed. But there’s one thing I won’t agree to—you can’t limit how many times I call you my pretty little girlfriend."

He tapped his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hmm... how about rule three? You have to wear something of mine to class.”

"Wait, what?" You blinked, caught off guard.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. "You heard me. Just something simple. A sweatshirt, a jacket—anything. It’ll make the whole thing look more real."

You let out a breath, shaking your head but still writing it down. "Alright, anything else, mister 'I’m perfect’?"

He chuckled, leaning forward now, arms on the table “Oh, I’ve got one more. You have to come to my games. Obvious, right?”

You raised an eyebrow but wrote it down anyway, handing the paper to him with a sigh. “Sign it.”

He scanned over the rules with exaggerated care for someone like him, then grabbed the pen and signed it with a flourish. "With pleasure, pretty girl."

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN who walked you to another class;

Ball rang and you stepped out of your classroom, only to lock eyes with the devil himself. Anakin stood a few feet away, surrounded by his friends from the hockey team. When your eyes locked, a smirk tugged at his lips before he excused himself from the group and made his way towards you.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered, heart pounding at the sight of him.

He gave you a charming smile, hand quickly finding its way to the small of your back as he leaned in close "I’m here to walk you to your next class, of course."

You stiffened at the unexpected contact, but he didn’t seem to notice, of care, as he led you through the bustling hallway. His hand slid even lower, brushing your pocket, before coming dangerously close to your ass. "What are you doing?" You hissed, voice barely carrying an edge of irritation.

His hand didn’t move though, instead it pressed against you as if to make a point, before sliding in fully to your pocket..on your ass.. His voice got lower, just for you to hear. "I’m just doing my part to sell it, pretty girl. Can’t have everyone think I’m not totally smitten with my girlfriend, can we?"

He glanced around, clearly taking pleasure in the stares from other students. "See? They’re all watching us."

"I don't like that," voice tense but a little breathless from the mix of discomfort and... something else you refused to acknowledge

He grinned again, sensing your unease, and leaned in closer, his hand giving your ass a tiny, teasing squeeze. "Come on, loosen up. You’ve got to act like you enjoy it when I touch you if we’re gonna make this look real." His tone softened for a moment as his gaze met yours. "Where’s your class? Can’t walk around aimlessly with you."

"Chemistry... second floor." You said, words escaping your lips almost automatically as youso desperately tried to focus on something else to keep your composure.

Anakin nodded, still trailing behind you, large hand slipping down a little further, lingering just below your waist as he gave your bum a subtle pat. His words came out smoothly, as if this was just another normal conversation between a boyfriend and his girlfriend. "Looks like we’re headed to the second floor then, sweetheart." then he continued "So, how were classes today? Anything exciting? Any tests?"

"It was okay..." You muttered, wanting the conversation to be over.

He chuckled, clearly not buying it. The grip on your hip only tightened as he pulled you closer, breath warm against your ear. "Just ‘okay’? C’mon, at least one thing had to be interesting." His hand gave your ass a firmer squeeze, body pressing up against yours as you both moved up the stairs.

"Anakin, the PDA, remember?" You whispered, trying to pull away just a little.

He smirked, eyes scanning the hall to make sure no one was paying too much attention. When he didn’t spot anyone, he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "I’m just keeping up our cover, baby. Can’t have anyone thinking you don’t like my touch, now, can we?" voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"I want to stab you." You muttered

He laughed "Now now, let’s not get too violent. It’s not very ‘girlfriend-like’ to be plotting to stab your boyfriend, is it?" He teased, amusement screaming from his eyes

You furrowed your brows, about to fire back a retort when Anakin closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a swift kiss before pulling away. His hand gave your ass one final squeeze, smirk never leaving his face as he whispered. "See you after class, pretty girl." And even when he left, you swore you could still feel his touch on your body..and it definitely did not help you treat this as a normal «fake dating» thing

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN whose eyes made you feral - the way he looked down at you, a little too possessive, a little too protective, a little just too much for your liking. Gaze didn't leave you for a second while you would speak, eyes would soften, be so hypnotized/captivated by you, you caught yourself thinking if he was really pretending

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN who shamelessly grabbed your hand in front of his teammates..which obviously was flustering for you but weird for his friends, cause since when THE Anakin Skywalker dated some random?

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN who brought you to parties;

You should have stayed at home.

The party was loud, sweaty, too overwhelming— simply and shortly, not your scene at all. But Anakin had looked at you with those stupid, stupid big blue eyes and said, «I need you there, bookworm. Just one night. It's in the deal, remember?»

So you were standing in the middle of someone's packed house, hugging a solo cup to your chest, while Anakin—the guy you’re fake dating for reasons you’re still not sure of—was locked in an intense stare-down with his ex.

Padmé Amidala. The school’s golden girl. The one everyone thought Anakin would marry someday.

And maybe that's why your stomach curled in a way you couldn't process right now. The idea of competition, the thought of the real reason you were kind of stuck to fake-dating Anakin hit you like a wall.. He was doing it for her. To win her back, in this weird, so-anakin-like way..

Suddenly, before you can contemplate further, Anakin’s turning to you, hands finding your waist. Breath is warm against your ear when he leaned down.

"Kiss me."

Your brain short-circuits. What?

"What?" you echoed dumbly. The music was too loud, the bass feeling like it shook the floor. It all mixed with your beating rapidly heart in the perfect rhythm

"Kiss me," Anakin repeated, voice lower, rougher. His eyes are still trained on Padmé across the room, but his fingers squeezed your waist just enough to make your stomach do a flip.

Twice.

You didn't even have enough time to think properly

Because Anakin cupped your face and crashed his lips with yours. The kiss was deep, hungry, a little desperate. His tongue slide against yours, and your knees literally went weak. None ever kissed you this way..none kissed you in general with such..passion.. precision, as if he was too skilled in this matter

His hands tightened on your waist after he deepened the kiss, pressing you back against the nearest wall as if the idea of any space between you frustrated him.

You're gone. Done. Wrecked. Destroyed. Out of any power.

When he finally pulled away, with those pink lips glistening, being swollen, sinful, tempting, even. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, wiping away the evidence of what he just did.

You stared at him dazedly

"Too stunned to speak, kitty cat?" Anakin smirked breathlessly

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