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loafgeto · 1 year ago

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KINKMAS DAY TWO: AGE GAP WITH SATORU

synopsis | why do you always go to your dad’s workplace? well, to simply drop him off his lunch! but somehow you always end up in his boss’s office.

contents | fem!reader, she/her pronouns, explicit language, secret relationship, AGE GAP (reader is in early 20’s while satoru is early 40’s), small mentions of tsumiki and megumi (he’s the same age as reader), implied dilf!gojo. NSFW, semi-public sex (gojo’s office - yet again), dirty talk, praising, somewhat cocky gojo, pet names (use of daddy), implied daddy kink, scratch marks, slight cock warming, slight choking (you just like gojo’s hand around your neck🤗), unprotected sex, cumshots, orgasms, squirting. you and gojo nearly get caught. not proofread !!

word count | 4.6k

notes | oh my lord i’ve never used ‘daddy’ in any of my fics before and i nearly cringed bc i remembered something from a long time ago LMFAOOO i’d call gojo daddy though cuz daddy’s home 🗣️🗣️

tags | @aydene @biscuitsngravie @homeslices @tiredkitten @get0sfav @erensflies @bleachisfood @witchbybirth (if you want to be tagged, just let me know!)

your encounter with satoru first happened when your mother requested you to bring your dad’s lunch for him, since he had forgotten it. as any normal daughter would do, of course you’d comply and take the food to your dad, thinking about nothing else but to move along with your day. he just started working under a new organization several months ago, one much larger than his previous corporation and earning a bigger salary.

it was your first time ever in the tall and luxurious building, cramped with busy employees and staff, loud sounds of voices and other noises ringing your eardrums as you navigated through. during that moment, all you knew was that you’re going to get lost, even after several workers by the front desk specifically directed you and gave you a guest pass before returning to their duties. your father message said he was on the ninth floor of the building, so that’s where you venture off to after getting on the elevator.

what was even more astonishing was the complex hallways of the ninth floor. it was awkward for you, arriving at the floor and having absolutely no knowledge of where to go. and while turning a corner, you just so happen to bump into satoru— a man who’d you never thought you’d continue seeing regularly.

at first, it was just a mild attraction. you’ve never seen him before, so you easily mistook him as someone several years older than you. but boy, were you wrong. from your first impression, you presumed satoru as an employee that everyone admired and wanted to be around with, someone who’s confident and playful, sarcastic at times, and enjoys the little things in life. satoru had immediately noticed that you were lost but pretending like you’re weren’t, and he’s teases you about it before inquiring if you need help.

and not wanting to embarrass yourself even more in front of him, you gladly accept the help of this man. and to your luck, satoru happened to know who your dad was, and guided you to the department he was positioned in. and minutes after you met with your dad, was the moment when you found out satoru was your dad’s boss. and that satoru wasn’t even damn close to your age. he was a much older man, almost as old as your own dad. satoru’s voice was raspy, but welcoming with a hint of flirtation. his white hair was natural, glossy blue eyes bright and invigorating enthusiasm like he’s in his 20’s.

you were astonished, embarrassed even to think about the fact you had the hots for him when you immediately saw him. you and your university friends always joked about having an older boyfriend, or a sugar daddy, or someone as old as their own father. you didn’t take it seriously, because you were certain that you’d never get or even find someone close to the age of your dad.

but encountering satoru just so happens to change all of that.

for the next three months, you and satoru often saw each other. your interactions were short, mostly simple hellos and how are yous, nothing more. well, maybe there was more. there was always some sort of intense tension between the two of you: manifesting for you to get close and driving you to want to continue knowing each other better. therefore, this withholding attraction just so happens to lead you to a night with satoru in a bed of a hotel.

obviously, you both agreed to keep your relationship a secret, especially away from your dad. you feel penitent sometimes whenever you hear your dad boast about how amazing satoru is, and how much he’s being promoted and getting recognition for his diligent work. your dad’s an excellent employee, and everyone grew to admire him. but most of his promotions were due to you requesting satoru to do it, well because you want the best for your dad.

and though it’s quite odd to promote a new employee to a high position, satoru still does it— somehow convincing his own bosses to accept your dad’s promotions.

however, your attraction for satoru was fervent and devouring you whole when you were trying to deny such feelings towards him. none of your friends knew about your relationship with satoru, not even your best friend- who you tell everything. he was the same as you, swearing he wouldn’t text or call you anymore and would leave you alone since it’s most likely for the best. his words dagger your heart each time, and it makes you plead for him not. hence, always caused you two to come back to each other. you can never resist the temptation of sending satoru that one message that would lead you to him pounding his heavy cock into you, having you cry for more and grind your body against his.

therefore, your secret relationship then continued for another five months— and well, you’re most definitely certain that you’re in love with satoru. but you’re probably never going to disclose such information, though you’re certain you make it obvious. satoru’s love life was never as fortunate either. his relationship with his previous wife consisted of countless arguments, disagreements and misunderstandings that she couldn’t handle it anymore. but that’s all you know, and you figured he’d probably never get too serious with a 20 year old and just wants to mess around for the fun of it.

so, you’re deciding to take this moment of fun until you both officially come to terms of no longer contacting each other.

your dad’s aware of the bond you and satoru share, but he only thinks it’s because of your similar interests in traveling. whenever satoru is invited to your parents’ home and you’re there, he’d always inform you about his weekend or business trips, encouraging you to go and buying you souvenirs. you both pretend as if you never see each other, but of course, it’s most likely possible that you two were fucking in his car the night before. your dad had never once assumed anything sexual between you and satoru, so you both got away with it perfectly.

today’s another day where you’re dropping off your dad’s lunch. you offered to bring your dad lunch nearly every single day, which allowed your mother to prepare warm dishes for him. and because of your regular visits, nearly everyone on the ninth floor knew about you. they always greeted you, welcomed you with smiles and short taps on the shoulder. most of the men tease your dad, since they wanted their daughters to bring them their lunch too but other than that, no one ever speculates on the other reasons why you’re actually there.

“[name]! you’re here early,” your dad greets you whenever you approach his office desk. he takes a quick glance at the bento box wrapped in your hand and smiles. “i wonder what your mother made for me today. i can already smell how wonderful it is.”

you chuckle. “right? i almost ate it on the way here.”

“are you hungry too? we can share,” your dad replies with a short laugh as you place the bento box down on his desk. “just give me about ten more minutes, sweetie. i’m almost done with my final documents,” he adds on next to which you shake your head.

“it’s alright, dad. i have to get going now anyway. i’m meeting up with several of my friends for a study session, i’ll see you later tonight though,” you reply, smiling before leaning down to peck a kiss on your dad’s cheek. he sighs, disappointed since he always looks forward to sharing his lunches with you but he returns a wide smile.

“okay, my daughter, no problem at all. call me whenever you’re coming over then,” your dad utters, and you nod before saying your final byes and waves.

as you disappear from your dad’s sight, you quietly slip to the restroom nearby. he thinks you’re leaving, but you’re actually not. interestingly enough, this restroom was just right across from satoru’s office, and you always used the area to your advantage in order to sneak into his office. it’s worked countless of times, and you didn’t even notify satoru about coming to see him today, since it wasn’t like you go there everyday.

there wasn’t any employees or anyone else around, so you gently knock on his office door. you wait several moments, before hearing him reply from the other side. “come in.”

twisting the knob and opening the door, you step inside, eyes faltering to satoru.

satoru was sitting behind his desk, eyes riveted on the screen of his computer that he didn’t even look away until he detected your figure in his perception. satoru lifts his gaze, surprised that you appeared unexpectedly and stands from his chair. “[name], what are you doing here?” he questions.

“oh, you know- just dropping off my dad’s lunch like always. surprise?” you reply, almost with a giddy attitude as satoru approaches you. he shuts the door behind of you, clicking it locked before pressing his hand on your back to pull you close to him.

“you should’ve called or texted me that you were coming,” satoru pouts, leaning in for a kiss but you turn your head, rejecting his lips and furrow your brows. satoru chuckles, “no kiss today?”

“if you give me a kiss, you know where it’ll lead to.”

satoru smiles, now pressing your body close to his. “i know, princess. but just one? been missing you since yesterday after you left,” he whispers, hot breath tickling your ear that it’s almost hard to resist not crashing your lips onto his.

it’s addicting— satoru and his tender voice, words pulling you in like a magnet and making your heart flit in motions you couldn’t control. you shift your eyes slightly, meeting his gaze before pouting. “i’m guessing that’s a yes then,” satoru smiles wider before leaning in, pressing his lips passionately against yours.

your hands reach behind satoru’s back, nudging into the material of his blazer as he deepens the kiss, holding your body against his. your eyes close shut, lips hungrily moving with satoru’s, and a moan quietly escapes when he pushes his tongue into your mouth. he groped the side of your ass with a hand, gently caressing the fat underneath your denims.

“sa-satoru..” you quietly utter as he breaks the kiss, lowering his lips against your jawline and down your neck. “n-no more..”

“you sure, angel? sounds like you don’t want me to stop though,” satoru purrs, pulling his face away to directly look down at you again. a faint smirk appears on his lips as he drags his thumb over your lips. “we only saw each other for twenty minutes yesterday, ‘nd i wasn’t able to return the favor for you. let me do something quick, yeah?”

satoru’s words are alluring, and you find yourself nodding your head before you even realized it.

whatever satoru meant by ‘doing something quick’, just so happens to steer towards you being stuffed with his cock and riding him while he sits on his chair. you’re both completely naked, clothes discarded around his office’s floor, moans muffled behind of your lips as you slowly rock your hips, moving against the length of his hard member. satoru’s holding his moans too, dick throbbing from the feeling of your gummy walls pulsating and tightening around him.

“you really gotta stop coming here, princess. i’m out of condoms because of you,” satoru speaks softly, a low grunt following after as he feels you squeeze around him when you glide your hips up. initially, satoru wouldn’t have done this because he’s out of protection, but hearing your whiny voice and seeing your desperate expression granted the acceptation of going raw. “b-but you’re the one who-“ you start, pausing when satoru bucks his hips, jerking his cock deep in your aching hole.

“i was the one who what?” satoru repeats with a smug smile, both hands holding the sides of your hips. you squirm, unable to reply at that instant, feeling intense rushes of ecstasy flowing in your veins. “you’re blaming me for this?”

“no..” you finally respond with a short squeal, bouncing your hips faster on his cock. most of the time when you two are having sex, it’s with a condom and you never feel the bare skin of his dick unless it’s in your mouth. but whenever it’s inserted warm and hard into your pussy, you just become an entirely different person— drunk all over him and moving like you’re trying to milk him dry. “‘ts my fault, ‘toru. shouldn’t have c-come here..”

“you’re right. you shouldn’t have, but i’m glad you did,” satoru replies, eyes lowering to where you two connected. his cock twitches each moment he watches your folds spreading just to fit him, his girth getting coated by your slickness and clenched by your overbearing neediness. “can never get tired of my cock, no?”

“never!” you mewl out, your fingertips prodding into the flesh of satoru’s shoulders. your moans pitch louder, nearly resonating the room along with the wet squelching noises of your pussy grinding against satoru’s cock. it’s filthy to hear, but you loved it. “love, love, your cock s’much..”

“you gotta be quiet princess, these walls aren’t soundproof,” satoru groans quietly, slapping your ass as you proceed to bounce your hips. of course, you’re aware of that, you always are but you can’t refrain yourself from moaning like that. especially when satoru’s bare cock is rubbing into you so perfectly, making you reach an orgasm.

“satoru, satoru- please-“ you cry out his name repeatedly, but he quiets your lips by pinning his against yours, having your moans fall into his mouth instead. you know you need to tone your voice down, especially when there’s high chances of people walking outside of satoru’s office. the only benefit of fucking in his office was that there wasn’t any windows peering out to the hall. however, even if these walls were thick enough, satoru knew you’d both get caught eventually because of how loud you’re moaning.

but satoru couldn’t deny the way he loves hearing you utter his name so affectionately and erotically when you’re pleading for more. it makes him feel like he’s special, like he’s being gifted by something no one else can receive from you. you’re so different from his previous partners, it always makes him ponder how he even found himself in a situation with a college girl. he’s not complaining though, not after reaching this far with you. satoru’s thoughts process towards an end when his smirk grows wider because of your cunt fluttering around him, making him realize you’d reach your orgasm.

“‘toru.. please.. want you to fuck me, please,” you whine, pushing your hips down to feel his cock spread your sensitive walls once more. you’re almost rocking against him again before he firmly holds you, smiling at how needy you already became even after orgasming.

“you wouldn’t want your father to know that you’re fucking his boss, do you—?” satoru tilts his head, as he brings one hand to softly thumb the skin underneath your eyelids. “or maybe you do, that’s why you’re begging for me like this.”

“no, no, i don’t. please, satoru- i’ll be quiet, i promise,” you frown, trying to convince him with your sheepish voice. but you both know that wasn’t bound to occur. with the way satoru thrusts his hips, it’s unlikely you’d stay quiet even with something covering your mouth. you bite your lower lip, trying not to move your hips as you cockwarm him for a little while. he gives you an expression of consideration, a small and sly smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

“fine. but on one condition.”

your eyes seem to light up, and nodding your head, you’re indicating that you’ll do anything if it meant satoru fucking you.

“you’ll have to call me daddy,” satoru blurts the condition, raising your body to press you down against his desk, knocking several small objects off the surface and making them roll on the ground. you breathe a small gasp, glancing up at him with a large set of eyes. “am i seeing this as a no?”

you shake your head at an instant, pulling him close by the neck. “n-no.. i’ll say it,” you reply quietly, swallowing lightly.

“hmm?”

“da-daddy… please, i want your cock..” you plead once again, almost breaking gazes with him because of how flustered you felt. you never uttered such name in a sexual setting before, but maybe you’ll start to like it, the way satoru is.

satoru has you in the mating press position, pressing your thighs down close to the cold top of his desk as he pushes his cock past your folds and starts thrusting his hips. your breathy moans starts plummeting fast and it’s just as you thought before, you’re unable to refrain them back. especially with the angle of your g-spot satoru’s cock is scraping against, driving you back towards another orgasm and stirring your core.

“n-ngh- fuck!” you cry, eyes shutting as your hands begin to claw the skin of satoru’s back.

“you really want to get caught, don’t ya?” satoru chuckles, nudging his cock into your deepest parts and feeling your cunt squeeze around him. just as long as everyone outside was occupied and not paying too close attention, you two would most likely be fine. but your voice seems to be pitching higher each moment, potentially drawing others to become curious on what’s happening in this room.

“no! i-i don’t, ‘m sorry, daddy- i’ll really quiet down,” you manage to choke out as he’s gradually pounding into you, heavy balls smacking against your wet vulva. satoru groans quietly, murmuring low explicit words as his fingertips prod the flesh of your thighs. you press your palm over your lips, hoping that’d help your moans stop from reaching further out to the other side of satoru’s office door.

“is my good girl sure ‘bout that? sure she can keep quiet while being fucked by my cock?” satoru grunts, lifting one of his hands to wrap around your neck. he gently presses against your throat, smirking at how you’re covering up your moans even though they’re still audible beneath. well, how can you now when he’s saying that name to address you?

honestly, satoru lost the amount of times he’s fucked you like this. he still remembers the first time— when you both encountered each other in front of a convenience store one late friday night. you were returning home from a college party, while he just finished completing paperwork. surprisingly, you weren’t as drunk as satoru expected, since most college students partied hard. even though you weren’t drunk, you acted like it. stumbling your words, averting your gaze from his, appearing flustered each moment he neared you. there was no stench of alcohol on you, and he speculated you were directing towards something else. however, he didn’t assume further until you two neared a hotel. you seemed to have noticed the building and it must’ve triggered a nerve, as satoru shortly finds your lips pressing on his. you admitted how you wanted him, and that was all when it started.

such a young and horny adult yearning for the touch of an older man. when you two fucked the first time: your cunt openly took in his thick length, your walls opening to fit around him perfectly— such a young pussy satoru never thought he’d have his cock stuffed in. the way your quiet moans quickly turned into loud ones, voice crying out his name until you no longer couldn’t.

satoru had never felt attracted to a younger woman before, specifically one who’s still in college and younger than his own daughter. you were even the same age as his son, megumi. satoru figured you’d probably affix your attraction towards him, but he shortly realizes how you completely disregard the boy, even when megumi showed interest in you under his stoic demeanor.

just what was so special about satoru that made you stay around him?

“fucking around with a man as old as your dad, aren’t you ashamed?” satoru questions, his hand still wrapped around your neck before he pushes your hand away to insert his thumb into your mouth. your tongue instantly swirls around his finger, eyes nearly rolling back because of how rough satoru’s thrusting. “it’s ‘cause i fuck you good, don’t i? that’s why you’re always coming around.”

“n-no, that’s not true!” you cry out, your throat moving against his palm. “then what about you? a-aren’t you messing with someone as old as your daughter?” you repeat the question, making him hiss slightly.

“what if i said i’m not ashamed?” satoru decides to answers, short groans following as he fastens his thrusts, making you wince louder. “if i was, i wouldn’t be doing this with you, y’know. it may be wrong, but it feels right.”

“‘toru—“ you whine, tears welling your eyes as you’re unable to formulate the proper words to respond to him. but they dagger you in the heart, making it pound heavily, flourishing your ears. in this sense, you believed in satoru’s words and you also felt the same he did. “i love you, i love you, satoru,” you manage to chant out.

those three words were something satoru’s never expected to hear from you and for some reason, it switches something in him. he knows why and what it is: he loves you too. he’s just been too afraid to admit it ever since his first marriage failed, claiming that there’s no curse worse than love. satoru claims it’s utter bullshit, that there’s no need for such emotions because of what it can do to a person. but when satoru met you— you just happen to change it all for him.

“f-fuck..” satoru grunts, holding your jawline before kissing you harshly. he’s still thrusting, sensually and rough, pace quickening as he’s nearing his orgasm. “mm- i’m always around you- because i love you, ‘toru!” you repeat again when your lips parts. your mind somewhat was becoming foggy, yet these words are able to slip out casually, but it’s genuine and that’s all you need to get your reason across.

“i love you too, [name]. sososo much,” satoru replies as your lips meet again, your tongues passionately grinding together. his thrusts become harder to the point his desk is shaking and slightly moving to another position. his lips move down to your neck, peppering soft kisses before he whines in your ear. “fuck it. scream all you want, baby. let your dad and everyone else hear how much we love each other.”

your pussy clenches around him at his words. it’s arousing to think about, to imagine other people outside listening to an older man relentlessly fuck his cock into you. you’re already staining satoru’s desk with your arousal, both of your moans mixing with the wet sounds from where you two connected becoming louder that it’d probably be audible from the hall.

“i—i’m cumming.. oh god-“ you can’t fathom how many times satoru has already made you orgasm, you’ve lost track. your body’s sensitive and quivering with the amount of pleasure flowing through your veins. it’s overwhelming, however it feels absolutely amazing.

satoru’s rough drags with his cock has you nudging your nails into the skin of his back once more, leaving long red scratch marks visible on his pale skin. you’re both close, warm bodies chafing against each other’s as time slowly rolls forward. maybe you two didn’t know that there were several people outside of satoru’s office, unbeknownst to what was happening on the other side.

“don’t forget the name, princess. c’mon, let me hear it.”

“daddy!” your cry of pleasure echoes off the walls, it’s incomparable to the sound of his cock ravaging your cunt, plunging deep towards your womb. “a-are you gonna cum, daddy? please cum inside me.”

“y’know, i can’t do that, angel,” satoru grunts, lifting your body off the table and propping you up with his firm hold. he’s never given you a creampie before, out of concern of you getting pregnant since the chances were still much very high despite his age. but seeing how you’re always so desperate for one just makes satoru want to forget the consequences at least once and do it.

“please— ‘toru- ngh, daddy, please!” you whine out, feeling him piston hard into you when you uttered his name. your moans are messy, his thrusts are sloppy and wet, and whoever else is outside is probably aware of what’s happening. but you two couldn’t care about the world, thoughts only occupied with each other’s embraces and passion. “please don’t pull outtt!” you cry next, sucking his cock into your cunt.

but he doesn’t listen to you and pulls out anyway.

“fuck, i’m cumming,” satoru groans before his warm load shoots on your lower belly, and your ejaculation follows next, squirting all over him, parts of his desk and the floor.

gaspy breaths were only heard between you and satoru as he sets you back on the desk, your forehead pressing against his bare chest. you can hear the vibrations of his heart, pounding softly beside your ear as one of his hands reach to hold the back of your head. the moment feels rather romantic, and you couldn’t help but recall to the moment he said he loves you too.

it sends roiling signals to your core and your eyes search for satoru’s face as he was cleaning up the mess on your lower belly. “‘toru..” you whisper softly and he raises his gaze.

“yes?” he replies.

there were no more words uttered when your lips meet his, ever so gently and endearing. you feel satoru smile within the kiss as he pulls your chest close to his. it’s romantic, more than anything you’ve felt before. was this what it was like being in love with an older man? or just, gojo satoru in general?

a knock shortly interrupts you and satoru, causing the two of you to drift away and turn towards the door.

“um.. sir, are you alright in there?”

the voice belonged none other than to your father.

you panic, turning to satoru who shakes his head, indicating for you to remain silent. he keeps a calm expression through all this. satoru then remembered about a small group meeting he needed to attend, but forgot about it due to your arrival. he sighs, “i’m fine. just got distracted a little, please go to the room. i will be there shortly.”

“understood,” your father replies, before quiet hurries leave the other side of the door.

it’s silent again, but just to make sure no one else was still out there, the two of you quickly cleaned up and redressed in your clothes. satoru takes a quick peek into the hall, sighing when there wasn’t anyone around anymore. but that didn’t mean that no one didn’t hear what was happening inside of his office. satoru’s certain that your dad’s aware about him sleeping with someone, but that someone he didn’t know was you. from now on, it’s going to be riskier. but satoru couldn’t stop himself anymore. he returns to you, watching as you were slipping on your shoes.

“you free tonight?” satoru questions, a small grin on his face for a hopeful yes.

“i’m going to my parents’ for dinner tonight,” you reply, approaching him and tiptoeing to give him another quick kiss on the lips. “well.. i mean, i’m free after that though.”

satoru’s eyes burn with excitement, and he wraps his arms around you once more. “come to my house afterwards then. megumi’s out with his friends for the night so it’ll just be you and me,” he explains, lowering his face near yours. “we can have a nice dinner. talk and do whatever. that sound good to you?”

“sounds more than wonderful,” you reply, giggling softly.

LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

a/n: happy early birthday to my one and only gojo satoru 😴 i should’ve published on his bday but i already have my dates set up UGH it’s ok. hope you guys enjoyed this! once again i was just rushing with the end, LMAO. no pt. 2 for this!! but definitely more dilf/older man gojo fics in the future :P likes and reblogs are always appreciated! thanks for the love and support

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mysterymachine67 · 4 months ago

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x gn!reader

Summary: He needs your help to cum/ can’t get himself to 😞

NSFW. Minors DNI.

Hi 😁

Uhhh

Dean was propped up on the bed. Legs spread slightly and tangled in a blanket while his hand work quickly on his cock. Soft grunts filled the dim lit room. Along with the squelching sound that was made when his hand collected more of the leaking pre from his tip.

He couldn’t get himself to cum. No matter what he did. He tried thinking of you, what you’d do or say if you were in the room with him. But it didn’t work, because it wasn’t really you. He didn’t want to bother you either. That is due to you working on finding more lore on this new creature non of you can explain. And that’s important. But he needed you. Needed you in so many ways he couldn’t explain.

Moving his hips, he tried to get some relief. It didn’t work. All he continued to get was this dull, pleasurable feeling. And it wasn’t enough.

He groaned frustratingly, putting his head back. A call wouldn’t hurt, right? Maybe all he needed was the sound of your voice. But then his mind roamed and soon enough dropped that idea. He moved his hand again—starting to thumb at his tip. It worked for a few seconds, a moan slipping past his lips. Dean moved his hips into his hand, thumb starting to do quick circles. The face he was making at the moment, oh, he knew you’d enjoy it.

His stomach tightened, and for a moment he thought he’d actually get to cum. But for some reason he still couldn’t. So he let his hand drop and his head go back once again. “God damn it.” He breathed out, chest moving up and down quickly as his other hand reached for his phone. He wasn’t gonna walk out of his room with a boner. Calling you is easier.

Dean worked quick to find your contact. Immediately clicking on it, calling you, and putting it onto his ear once it started ringing.

Meanwhile, you were deep into the lore of this mysterious thing. Trying to figure out what it was and how to kill it. Just as you went to turn the page your phone buzzed against the table. You picked it up looking at the contact name first. It glowed the name “Dean”. Rolling your eyes you answered it, putting it up to your ear.

“Dean?” You question, because what could possibly be so important at the moment other than the lore on this thing?

And oh, just the sound of your voice nearly made him cum right then and there. “I need your help.” Dean said sounding like he just ran a marathon. He hoped that you’d comply.

“With?”

“Personal problem.”

Sighing, you made sure to keep the book open to the page you left off at. You mumbled the words that he just said quietly to yourself. Questioning what it meant. Then it clicked. You put the small pieces you had together. “I’ll be there in a moment.” You say, biting back a small smile and waiting until you heard something till you hung up. And all you heard was a quiet ‘okay’.

Getting up from your seat, you grabbed everything you needed. Then started your walk to his room. Dean was growing inpatient with every minute you took. But when you opened the door he got so damn excited.

When you saw the situation you quickly got into the room and shut the door behind you. “So this was your ‘personal problem’, huh?” You asked, pretending as if you didn’t know. You set the few things you had on you on his dresser, then made your way to the bed and stood at the foot of it. God, he looked pathetic. A man that many people and monsters fear, right at the palm of your hand. Lying on the bed waiting for you to do something. Your eyes roamed his body. Admiring him.

“Gonna keep staring or what?” Dean asked, impatiently. “I’m gonna take my time.” You replied while moving over to the side of the bed. He watched every move you made. Especially when you moved onto the bed, and soon enough onto him. You sat atop his thighs, hand on one side of his face. Leaning in to kiss him while your other hand moved to drag down his chest.

Dean leaned in—one hand going to your hip while the other was up on your side. You pulled away from his lips; catching your breath. The hand that was on his stomach moved lower and lower till you met his cock. He watched you for a moment, but when he realized you weren’t gonna give him what he wanted that easily, he moved his face into the side of your neck. Placing kisses everywhere he could reached.

“Come on, please. I waited as long as I could.” Dean whispered, and you could tell that he was being truthful. Based on the way he sounded on the phone and how he looked right now. And so you gave him what he needed. Wrapping your hand around his cock, and slowly starting to pump your hand.

He pressed himself more into your shoulder than neck—trying to keep himself quiet. Your hand that was on the side of his face moved to the back of his head. And his hands on you only tightened.

When you tightened your grip and went quicker, Dean’s hands went fully around you. Arms locking around your body. He moved his head down to look at the way your hand moved around his cock. Your other hand coming down to put feather like touches on his tip with your finger.

In response, he gasped and shut his mouth before he could moan loudly. “C’mon, Dean, lemme hear you.” You whispered as you replaced your finger with your thumb. Spreading his pre while you rubbed his tip quickly; applying pressure to add on to the overwhelming feeling. He rolled his hips, wanting more and more. You pressed a few kisses on his shoulder before pulling away. An idea striking your mind.

You wanted to hear him. To hear the prettiest moans and whimpers fall from his lips. But he kept himself hidden in your neck. So you pulled a hand away, wiping the pre you had on you on the bed. An issue for another time. Then reached for the hairs down by his neck. Pulling them.

You weren’t pulling too hard, but hard enough for him to come out of hiding. And when he was finally out, you slowed down the hand that was on his cock. Hearing a huff once you did. He must’ve been close.

Dean didn’t beg. But if he had to beg to get what he needed, he’d do just that.

“Baby, please—can I cum?” He swallowed the spit that formed in his mouth, then continued. “I can’t wait any longer, please.” And that did just it. You decided to give in, have mercy on the poor man. You didn’t know how long he’d been trying to get himself off before calling you. So, with you being generous, you started to pump your hand again quickly. Hearing a small whine leave his throat and echo in the room. Dean shut his eyes, and when he heard your praise and words he almost came. “So good for me, aren’t you? Waited as long as you could before giving me a call.” You said, softly.

And when he bucked his hips with a whimper you knew that was the only warning you were getting. Hot spurts of cum shot from his cock and onto his chest. Panting and moans being the only thing that stopped the room from being silent.

You kept your hand going, helping him through the aftershocks of cumming. Only pulling away when he sucked in a breath from the rising pain. “Thank you.” Dean breathed out, sounding fulfilled. “Of course.” You replied moving in to kiss his lips.

“Now, since I’ve helped you, will you help me and Sam read these books about these damn things?” You asked, laughing when Dean groaned and let his head fall to your shoulder.

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wonder-innie · 10 months ago

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beach resort

bf!jeongin x fem!reader. smut (mdni)

— ;; Jeongin surprised you with a reservation at a beach resort, but he is just so hot and you are just so horny.

a.n: english is not my first language and this is my first time writing smut.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: dom!jeongin, creampie, slight breeding kink, fingering, oral (f. receiving), spanking, boob play, teasing, edging, dirty talking.

For your third anniversary, Jeongin surprised you with a reservation at the most expensive beach resort in South Korea. You were about to spent a whole week with your lovely boyfriend and, even better, you were going to share bed with him.

You had two days to pack your suitcase and buy all the necessary items. First, you bought essentials such as sunscreen. Then, you went shopping for new bikinis. The ones you had were fine, but you wanted the best ones to surprise Jeongin (and make him horny). Once you were done, you went home and finished packing your luggage.

It was finally Monday, Jeongin parked his car in front of your door and rang your bell. When you opened the door you saw him wearing a white shirt with a few buttons open, revealing the line of his pecs. You basically jumped into his arms and kissed him.

“Are you ready, babe?” Jeongin said with a smile on his face, you nodded in response before giving him another kiss.

He carried your luggage to the trunk of the car while you waited for him in the front seat. It was a hot day, but Jeongin turned on the air conditioner so it was kind of cold inside. He got into the car and started driving.

You stared at him while he was driving, he just looked so damn hot wearing than outfit. Not only were his pecs showing, but also his bulging biceps, it was no secret he started going to the gym more often. Your eyes traveled to his hands, holding the wheel, those manly hands you loved so much. You remembered all the things he had done to you with those fingers.

Jeongin noticed what was going on, and instead of calling you out he decided to place his hand in your bare thigh. That took you out of you trance, you gulped and felt how your cheeks turned red. He then squeezed your thigh slightly, sending thousand of vibrations to your body. You needed him, right now.

“Innie…” you mumbled with a weak voice.

“Yes?” he asked with an innocent tone and a smile in his face, pretending being oblivious when he did know what he was doing to you. “What is it?”

You were about to open your mouth when, suddenly, Jeongin’s phone began to ring, it was like if someone just threw a bucket of cold water at you. He took his hand off your thigh to answer. Apparently, Hyunjin called him because he forgot where Jeongin was even though he told him about the trip a week ago. You sighed deeply before falling asleep.

"Baby, we're here. Wake up," Jeongin said loudly, touching your shoulder and shaking it a little. You opened your eyes, and the first thing you saw was the resort through the car window.

You checked in and the receptionist gave you the key of your room. The bellman guided you to it as he carried all the luggage, Jeongin tried to help him but he refused.

The hotel room was big and luxurious, with elegant decor. In the middle of the room, there's a large king-sized bed with soft bedding and many pillows. There was also a well-stocked minibar that with a variety of drinks and snacks. The large mirror on the left side of the bed made the room look even bigger. On the other hand, the bathroom had a private jacuzzi, perfect for relaxing.

The bellman left the luggage in the floor before leaving you two alone. Without wasting a second, you started to unpack, hanging your clothes in the spacious closet and arranging your belongings.

It was five o'clock, and you still had time to enjoy the beach. However, you had different plans. You put your arms around his neck and started kissing him. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer. The kiss became more passionate with each passing second. You sneaked your hands inside his shirt, wanting to take it off. But he grabbed your hands.

“Don’t be greedy” he whispered before pulling your hands away from his shirt. He then started walking to the bathroom. “Get ready, we are leaving in five”

Jeongin had a grin on his face, clearly was enjoying this, he loved teasing you. He knew you were desperate for his cock, still he preferred edging you.

“Fine” you replied with an angry tone, rolled your eyes and picked your new bikini. You put it on in the bathroom, so you can surprise him in the beach. “Two can play this game” you said to yourself.

When you got out of the bathroom, you noticed Jeongin was now wearing a black swimsuit with the same unbottoned shirt. Your shirt and shorts were hiding the bikini.

You both went to the beach, where Jeongin placed two towels in the sand. The sun was intense even though it was kind of late.

“Innie, can you pass me the sunscreen?” he nodded and handed it to you. While he was waiting for you to grab the sunscreen, you took off your shirt and short, showing your bikini. He was stared at you from head to toe. “Thank you, baby” you took the sunscreen.

You poured some sunscreen in you hands and began spreading it slowly all over your body, Jeongin couldn’t take your eyes off you. He paid special attention when you rubbed it through your boobs. You smirked, tasting the sweet revenge.

Afterwards, you asked him if he could apply sunscreen on your back, to which he quickly agreed. You laid down on the towel, waiting for his touch. As Jeongin gently applied sunscreen to your back, his touch sent shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation of his hands moving across your skin.

Jeongin brought his lips close to your ear, “You should know that teasing me only makes it worse” he whispered. His hands went to your lower back, almost touching your ass. He was already hard; the small bikini left little to the imagination. He hated to admit that your provocation was working. “At the end of the day, I’ll have you begging” he gave your ass a soft spank and stood up.

He took of his shirt and applied sunscreen on his body too. You tried to act the fool but you ended up reacting the same way he did with you. He stretched his arms right in front of you, so you could see how his biceps flexed.

The day went on with both of you constantly teasing each other on the beach. When the Sun was getting down, you decided to go back to the room.

The sexual tension in the resort’s elevator was too intense yet none of you said a word. Jeongin was breathing heavily.

You arrived to the room, and when you closed the door, Jeongin didn’t hesitaste in pushing you against the door and kissing you like his life depended on it. He took off your clothes so he could see your bikini. His hands traveled through your body and so did yours. Jeongin throw you to the bed face up and then bitted you lower lips with a smirk on his face.

“You really are a slut, huh? Wearing this so you can get fucked like the bitch you are” he ripped the top of your bikini and now he had full view of your tits. Without waiting a second, he started playing with your tits; he put your left nipple in his mouth as he pinched the other with his hand. You couldn’t help but to moan his name.

“Do you like it when daddy plays rough with your tits, baby?” you wanted to answer but you couldn’t, you were lost in the pleasure, his hand just felt so good in your nipple. He smacked your tit due to your lack of response, causing you to let out a load moan. “Use your fucking words”.

“Y-Yes, I love it Innie” another slap landed in your tits. “I’m sorry, d-daddy, I love it”

Jeongin kept giving attention to your boobs for a few more minutes before taking off your the bottom of your bikini. He passed his tongue through his fingers before inserting one in your soaked pussy.

“You are so wet already? I barely touched you” he laughed at how pathetic you were. He then entered another finger in you. His tongue started tracing circles in your clit. You wouldn’t last long if he kept doing that. He moved his fingers and tongue faster, massaging your clit hard. Your breathing started to become heavier, knowing you were getting closer and closer.

“D-daddy, I’m so close… please” you begged for him to continue, and he did so. Your body began arching, you were about to cum when he took his fingers out and stopped sucking your clit.

“Only good girls deserve to cum” he said with a demanding tone. You tried to talk back but before you could do it he snacked your clit. “Bad girls like you get punished and fucked hard”.

He took off his clothes, leaving his hard cock at full display. He hit your clit with the tip of his cock a few times. He then went all the way inside you with just one thrust, making you moan loudly. “So fucking tight for daddy” he groans before starting to move his hips.

His dick twitches against your walls, he was picked up a rough pace after your pussy get used to his size. He was going in and out so damn fast, making a mess out of you, you kept moaning his name. Your tits bounced with every thrust, making Jeongin’s view even better. You tried to touch your clit with your fingers, but he used one hand to stop you and the other to smack your clit once again.

“Did daddy say you can touch yourself?” he asked angrily. You shaked your head, earning another slap in your clit. “Behave if you want to cum”.

He pulled out of you, you whine pathetically. “No no, daddy put it back please. I’ll be good I promise” you started moving your hips desperately, your body was begging for his cock.

“Doggy, now” you didn’t waste a second, and obeyed. He now had full view of your ass, you started shaking it for him. He spanked you before going back in. The sound of your ass hitting his pelvis and your moans filled the room. He gave you another spank, and felt how your pussy got tighter for a second. “Damn, this pussy is just so…” he kept spanking your ass, loving how your pussy walls clutched every time his hand made contact with your ass.

Jeongin placed his feet on both sides of your body to gain more stability and go deeper, making you stay with your head down and your ass up. He grabbed your ass firmly with both hands, that let him hit the right spot. He started pounding you hard and rougher than before.

“Fuck… this pussy is taking me so good. Touch yourself for daddy” you didn’t hesitate and started rubbing your clit with your fingers. “That’s it, good girl”.

Jeongin was fucking you with no mercy as you kept abusing your clit “Daddy I’m going to…” he spanked you hard in response and sped up his pace.

“Cum on daddy’s cock, make a mess out of it” those words were exactly what you needed to let go, you did as he said and cum all over his cock. Your walls become tighter, Jeongin knew he wouldn’t last long, no when you were so tight.

“I’m so fucking close…” Jeongin said between heavy breathings, his thrusts become more erratic and desperate. “Want daddy’s cum, don’t you? You want daddy to put a baby inside of you?”

“Y-yes! Please, daddy” you shouted completely consumed by pleasure, not thinking clearly. Your mind was only thinking in Jeongin’s cock.

“Fucking take it” he came inside you, filling your little pussy with the cum you loved so much. He kept ponding you until he release the last drop of cum. He took his dick out off you and laid down next to you as you turned around.

Your hearts were beating so fast, you placed your hand in his naked and sweaty chest. “Thank you, Innie.” He passed his hand through your messy hair and kissed your forehead.

“You were perfect, baby” he murmured before kissing your forehead again. “This is only the beginning, prepare for the rest of the week”

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zegrasdrysdale · 1 year ago

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under the mistletoe [ n. hischier ]

day one of malia’s christmas fic marathon

pairing : Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary : Nico needs a date for the Devils Christmas party so he turns to his best friend and asks if she doesn't mind being his fake date to the party

warning(s) : none. just enjoy the fluff :)

author’s note : day one is here. 11 more days to go. y’all are gonna be experiencing all kinds of up and downs during this fic marathon, but i hope y’all have a lot of fun

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The texts come through while she's already getting dressed for one of her other friend's party.

neeks 𓆩♡𓆪 - 6:01 pm i need to ask you for a huge favor. can you be my date for the devs christmas party tn ?

it starts at 7:30 and pally is hosting this year

i'll pick you up in like 45 mins and drive us both over. there will be lots of free food and drinks. can you please come with me ?

The only reason she agrees to go is because she's getting ready for a Christmas party. She has her makeup done and she can definitely get her hair done in less than forty-five minutes. Nico is always early for things so she expects him to show up a few minutes early to pick her up.

She has on a short dark red dress with spaghetti strap sleeves. It falls just past her ass and hugs her body. It has a dark sparkle to it when it hits the light. She pairs the dress with matching heels.

A loud knock rings through her small apartment as she's tying her slicked back hair into a tight ponytail. As soon as she's done, she runs to the front door in her heels.

On the other side stands Nico in one of his game day suits. He has on a red tie instead of a black one. His hair is gelled back and he's clean shaven. His big brown eyes take her in as soon as the door opens.

"Wow, look at you, Hischier," she teases as she leans against the doorway. She also just really needed to say something because she could feel her cheeks getting hot the longer Nico stared at her. "You clean up nicely."

Nico lets out a light laugh. "This is nothing," he replies. "I wear a suit like this pretty much every day."

She grabs her dark red jacket from the hook by the door. "I was talking about this," she comments as she pats Nico's smooth cheek. "Anyway, is the party at Pally's place or did he rent something out like Jack did last year?"

"In Jack's defense, he had a pretty small apartment," Nico tells her as they take the elevator down to the first floor. "He didn't have Luke living with him yet so he had to rent something out. But yes, it is in Pally's house this year. I heard he went all out with decorations and catering."

He holds the door to the building open so (Y/N) can click through it in her heels. Nico is right behind her. "Cool," she replies. "I've never been to Ondrej's house. His wife and little girl are so sweet though."

They're settled in Nico's car when he looks over. "Um, so I just wanted you to know that I may have told the team in a heat-of-the-moment thing that I was going to be bringing my girlfriend to the party," he admits to her.

(Y/N)'s eyes widen when she realizes what it means. "Are you telling me that you need me to fake being your girlfriend tonight?" she asks.

"I told you it was a huge favor," Nico reminds her. "Please say that you will do it. I don't want to be seen by my team as a liar so I need you to be my girlfriend for tonight only. If it's a lot then you don't have to but I would really-"

"Okay," she interrupts. "Tonight only. I want the full girlfriend experience though. No half-assing it, got it? I want hand holding and arms around my shoulders while we're sitting together."

If she is going to be Nico's pretend girlfriend for the night, she wants to go all out. Not to mention that if this is going to be the only time she will be Nico's girlfriend then she wants the whole thing.

The whole damn thing.

"Got it," he replies. "Anything else?"

"Not unless you think something is right to do at that moment."

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The Palat house is stunning. The snow that has fallen over the last few days makes it even more gorgeous. The outdoor decorations brighten up the building.

Cars are already parked up and down the street even though it’s still a little early. Nico helps (Y/N) out of his car when they park so she doesn’t slip on the ice that’s on the sidewalk. He offers her his arm and she happily hooks hers with his.

“I’m happy you agreed to come with me,” Nico says to her as they walk up the shoveled pavement to the front door. “I know I kind of tricked you into coming with me as my girlfriend but I get to hang out with my best friend all night so it’s a win-win for both of us.”

Best friend. The ultimate friendzone.

It’s a win-win for Nico. All she gets out of it is free food and a glimpse at what it would be like to be in an actual relationship with Nico.

“Yeah.” She puts a smile on her face despite how she feels and Nico rings the doorbell. (Y/N) lets out a quiet sigh as the door swings open.

Ondrej stands on the other side when the door swings open. “Welcome, guys,” he says. “Everyone is getting a drink and talking in the living room until dinner is ready. Come on in.”

Nico greets his teammate with a clap on the back and (Y/N) gives him a hug and a “it’s nice to see you again” before the two of them head into the living room. Palat takes her jacket before they go see the rest of the boys in the living room. Nico has his hand in hers as they turn the corner into the room.

Every single pair of eyes in that room is on (Y/N) and Nico. The guys that brought someone with them sit or stand with them at their side. Nearly everyone has a drink in their hand.

“When were you going to tell us that (Y/N) was your girlfriend, Nico?” Jack asks from the couch. “When we make playoffs and she got a jacket?”

Nico smiles and shakes his head. “I was going to tell you all eventually,” he tells his team. “We’ve just been enjoying the new change in our relationship. Right, liebling?”

In the years that she’s known him, she hears some of the names he’s called his girlfriends. She’s even looked some of them up because she didnt know what they meant.

The fact that Nico just called her one of his German nicknames sends a chill up her spine.

She shivers a bit and takes a step closer to Nico. “Yes,” she eventually agrees when she recovers enough to form words. “We’ve been enjoying our little bubble. We weren’t ready for it to burst but when Nico said that his teammates wanted to be introduced, I couldn’t say no.”

(Y/N) looks up at him with a smile on her face and wraps her arm around his. Nico looks down at her and mirrors her smile.

“I think it’s about time,” Jesper says from the other side of the room. “I mean, the way he talks about you in the locker room sometimes, (Y/N). I was hoping the two of you were together.”

That’s news to her. “Oh, what do you say about me in the locker room?” she asks sweetly to Nico. “I hope it is all appropriate.”

Some of the guys snicker, which results in their own date swatting them on the shoulder.

Nico’s face turns light red. “Just about how much I like being with you,” a flustered Nico replies. “I say that I can’t wait to see you when I know that we have plans. I tell them how happy I am when I know you’re up in the suite at home games. The usual stuff, you know?”

His words surprise her, especially because they aren’t actually together. He’s been making it sound like they are together.

It throws her off a little but she decides to play along.

“I say the same thing to my friends,” she lies. “About how excited I am to watch him play or when I know we are going out after. I especially tell them about how hot I think he is with that ‘C’ on his chest. I mean I have to cool off a little when I think about it sometimes.”

There are a few whistles around the room and (Y/N) stares up at Nico with a sly smile on her face.

It isn’t a lie. Nico might be her best friend but she has wished for years that he would see her as more than his best friend. She talks about how hot he is to her other friends all the time. Especially when he’s on the ice.

“You’re both so disgustingly in love,” Jack comments. “The way you look at each other makes me sick.”

They must be better actors than they thought.

Well, at least Nico must be because (Y/N) doesn’t know how much acting she’s actually doing right now.”

Dinner is ready shortly after. Everyone gathers around the table as best they can with the room they have. She is sitting so close to Nico that she’s basically on his lap. Not that she would mind that but Nico would.

Chicken is served as the main course. Rolls, salad, and pasta are served on the side. (Y/N) devours all of it because it’s so good.

Haula’s wife, Kristen, sits next to (Y/N). She asks, “So how long have you and Nico been together?”

“Just a few weeks,” she replies as soon as she swallows her bite of salad. “It hasn’t been too long.”

“The honeymoon phase is the best part,” Kristen tells her. “Sometimes I think Erik and I are still in ours. It truly is the best time in any relationship. Enjoy it.”

She looks over at Nico, who is laughing at something Jonas said next to him. “I’m trying,” she replies.

After dinner and dessert, a couple of the guys leave. They thank Palat for hosting before heading out the door.

(Y/N) finds herself on the couch beside Nico with a glass of red wine in her hand. Nico has had a few beers tonight so either she’s driving home since she’s only had one glass of wine or they’re calling an Uber. She can tell that Nico isn’t all here right now.

He has an arm draped around her shoulders while he talks to Akira, Timo, Tyler, and Jack above something hockey related. It’s always hockey related with this group.

She quietly sips her wine while the five of them talk about their next game against Detroit.

It’s weird but when she looks around the room, she doesn’t feel out of place. She’s already friends with a bunch of the guys’ wives and girlfriends. She’s babysat some of their kids during or after games. She knows all the guys on the team.

The only thing that’s weird is that she isn’t actually his girlfriend. It sucks because she’s been in love with him for well over a year and he has no idea or hasn’t shown any interest in being with her.

“Uh oh,” Jack suddenly says. “Look up Nico.”

When Nico looks up, so does (Y/N). Jesper and Palat stand behind them. Jesper is holding a piece of fake mistletoe.

“Oh shit,” Dawson laughs. “Get it, cap.”

A few of the remaining guys laugh.

Nico looks over at (Y/N) and raises his eyebrows in question. “Should we give it to them?” he asks while chants of “kiss her” break out around the room.

Not unless you think something is right to do at that moment. That’s what she said when she agreed to come as Nico’s fake girlfriend.

This is that moment.

Without even answering the question, (Y/N) leans over into Nico and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. She can taste the beer he’s been drinking throughout the night from that quick kiss.

His eyes are wide when she sits back a little bit, but he it doesn’t look like he hated it.

Actually, Nico leans into her and presses a longer kiss to her lips. Her hand flies to the back of his neck and one of his hands falls to her thigh right under where her dress ends.

Without realizing she’s doing it, (Y/N)’s fingers are playing with the ends of his hair. She thought he needed a haircut recently but now she doesn’t mind his longer hair.

Nico is the first one to break the kiss. He pulls back slowly and meets her eyes. His lips are red and slightly kiss-bruised. Her heart races in her chest.

She’s afraid that something has truly shifted between them, then Nico whispers, “Wow.” All her fears melt away and she smiles at him.

“We didn’t need all that,” Timo teases.

“I feel like I’m intruding on something,” Erik says.

Suddenly, Nico stands up and pulls (Y/N) up with him. “I think we’re going to head out,” he tells everyone. “I will see you all at practice tomorrow morning. Have a good night.”

Before she can protest, (Y/N) is being herded toward the Nico. Nico quickly helps her put her jacket on before they walk out into the cold air. It’s started to snow again as they leave the house.

The door shuts behind them and (Y/N) finally asks, “Why are we leaving?”

“Because,” Nico stammers. “Because-” He’s cut off when she slips on some ice. He quickly grabs her at the waist and holds her up so she doesn’t fall. Her entire body is pressed against him. “Because I was a little mad that our first kiss happened under some mistletoe.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Our first kiss?” she asks. “I don’t understand. I thought that was going to be our only kiss.”

Nico’s hands slide under her jacket and grip her waist. His nose grazes hers as he asks, “What if I don’t want to only have one kiss with you?”

Her heart jumps in her chest and she prays that Nico didn’t feel it. “I don’t want that to be our only kiss,” she softly tells him. “I’ve been waiting forever to kiss you, Nico. I don’t want that to be the only time I kiss you.”

He takes her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “Then kiss me like you mean it this time, liebling.” Nico’s voice is a whisper when he talks.

(Y/N) doesn’t hesitate. She gets higher on her toes and presses a hard and deep kiss to his lips.

It might be freezing and snowing, but all she can feel is the warmth against her lips and her body. She never wants to let go now that she’s had a taste.

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a-spes · 2 years ago

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T H E D O G ' S F A L L - One shot.

Words count - 5,2k.

Tags & Warnings - mob boss!Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader, angst, harm/comfort, manipulation, mentions of blood/past abuses, human trafficking.

Summary - Anyone that can beat her in a fight will earn her, and Natasha intends to be the one, working hard to get what she thinks is hers. A dog can't fight for eternity, can it?

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N/A - It's the longest os I've wrote so far, took me a lot of time but it's enventually here so I really hope you'll enjoy it! If it's the case, don't hesitate to let me know by interacting with the post :)

It is at the back of that popular night club that everything is happening, where no one can see your distress except the one that enjoys it, where everyone is too busy having fun to pay attention to the veritable purpose of this building. On a dark corner that light never reaches, a man is guarding the most important secret of that place, and very few are the people he lets through; only rich and influential men and women get their ticket for this special spectacle that takes place here every night.

Down there, the loud music is replaced by the shouts of excited men that makes her sigh; why do they have to scream like animals? If she gets a few glances, no one dares to say anything as the infamous Black Widow is walking through the crowd to get to her place. She has blood on her back, people are whispering, some from admiration, others from fear, but no one stays indifferent - how could they? One of the most important mafia bosses of the city, but also one of the most discreet, is here. She has her reputation and, even if she is rarely seen, she is well-known, so none of the men dares to protest when she decides to take place in their lodge, chasing them out of the room.

From here, she has a perfect view of the cage and, most importantly, of the Dog.

It is obvious that there is no way out of the ring, that you are trapped in that cage until one of these men’s victory - or your last breath - but, somehow, you still believe that defeating them will lead you out of that basement. So, not caring about how many of them are daring to step in your cage, you beat them, one by one. You watch the man you just defeated being escorted out of the cage so the next one could take his place - it gives you a few seconds to catch your breath.

The world is spinning, you can’t even see the faces of your opponents, but you don’t give up. Even if the only thing you want is to curl up in the corner, crying for your mom, you can’t. You can’t because it will mean giving them your life. No, you need to be stronger than them, to pretend that you don’t feel the pain inflicted by their blows, to pretend that you are not bothered by the metallic taste of the blood in your mouth, they need to believe you could do that all night. But you are not foolish and you know damn well that you won’t last long.

It is hard to focus on anything, even on breathing, because you are overwhelmed by a crew you can't even see, blinded by the lights; you are the spectacle. They all came to see the Dog fighting, hoping to witness its fall. They are shouting, mostly insults in Russian, whistling and clapping everytime something exciting is happening during a fight, but it won’t be enough to save you from that place.

Oh, at first, they were cheering for you, but it slowly changed, people getting tired of seeing your pretty face every night. They thought you would be easy to break and hated to be proven wrong, and you perfectly know that the stakes have changed. It is no longer about giving them what they want, entertainment, it is purely about surviving and you noticed how the attitude of your opponents changed over the weeks, becoming more aggressive.

You were a champion, now you are just a little bitch they need to get rid of.

The organization that threw you in that rat hole understood that as much as you did and, tonight, they changed the rules. Tonight, it'll be only you against the world, until they are tired of it. No break, no help, everytime one leaves, the next one is already stepping in the ring, as an endless torture.

Tonight, she will be one of them. She has been looking at you hungrily since the first time she came here, and she knows that you will be hers by the end of the night, after all she came just for that, to take you home.

Even if she is here every night, you never had a chance to notice the woman. She was always sitting in the last row, observing you from her balcony, where she is hidden by the shadow, but she noticed you for sure. The time she came, it was only because of one of her associates that wanted to meet here specifically, she never left since. From the moment her eyes landed on you, she was unable to think about anything else, the way you were looking so innocent but so feroce at the same time got her heart.

She sent a few of her best men, knowing they would lose, as a test, waiting for the moment it would be her turn to enter the cage. She never expected them to win and she would have killed them if they had the audacity to: she is the one that is supposed to defeat you, the only one that has the right to own you. The urge to possess you only grew stronger over the weeks, being deeper every time she came here, she wants to see you as you are breaking under her effect, to control every aspect of your life.

So she patiently waited for the right time to come, she always liked a bit of challenge anyway, having a soft spot for things that are hard to get. She worked hard to get you, spending weeks observing every of your movements: she learned how you are fighting and your habits, she learned to read your body and face as if she was on your mind, and that’s the difference with the others: if you are a game for them, for her, you are a goal she must reach at all costs.

As soon as your eyes laid on her, you knew she wouldn’t back up, somehing in the way she stepped in the cage already made all the difference. It is her confidence. It is the smirk on her face, a cocky one. It is the way her hands are stuck in her pockets while she is observing you. It is the slight sigh as she gets rid of her leather jacket. It is all these details that give the impression that she is just here to settle a formality, already certain of her victory.

Even the way she is moving has something unrealist. Every step, every look, is calculated and almost imperceptible. Usually, you would step forward, ready to fight even before they entered the cage to show them you are not afraid, but this time? You can’t help but instinctively step back when she enters. The movement was slight, as you were already leaning the grid but she noticed it, the way her aura is pressuring you, and she loves it.

As soon as the door was closed, your fate was sealed.

It all happened really fast because she knew exactly what to do, she prepared for that moment. You quickly realized that you were right: the woman had nothing in common with the men you were fighting against earlier, you never stood a chance to win that fight. The realization is more painful than the blows she is currently throwing at you. Every punch you try to land, she knows exactly how to dodge it. As if she was on your mind, she knows exactly where to hit to get you weak, stealing your breath and your strenght, having you on your knees then laying on the floor in less than a few minutes.

At first, you tried to get up, to fight, but she is faster than you are, and wiser, and stronger, and more trained. She is being pretty much better in everything. Soon your vision is so blurry that you can’t see anything, you are feeling so weak that even moving your fingers or keeping your eyes open is just too much.

"Stay still,” she quietly ordered when she noticed you were struggling against her grip - she had you pinned down on the ground by pressing her foot on your back and grabbed your hair to lift a bit your head. "You're going to be mine no matter what, so don't make things harder for yourself, honey."

One.

Two.

Three.

You hear the countdown but, this time, it is not your victory that is announced, it is hers. As soon as her name is shouted by the crew, her grip releases your hair but you simply don't have the strength to move, the news leaves a void in your chest. The pain, but mostly this feeling of emptiness, is keeping you frozen in place. She owns you, and this simple idea is sending shivers through your whole body. You don't realize yet what is happening, thinking that, maybe, it is just a cruel joke on you, and it explains the lack of reaction when she asks you to get up; she needs to grab your arm and lift to get you on your feet.

You stumble, fighting the urge to vomit. Your brain can barely process what is happening, especially when you realize that your feet are not touching the ground anymore. In her arms, you are nothing more than a rag doll, silent and motionless, barely having the energy to keep your eyes open.

"She is not for sale,” she coldly said, her voice bringing you back to reality. As she was on her way to get out of the night club, some men were offering the woman outrageous amounts of money in the hope of getting you, they all backed up once she coldly glanced at them. "No one will ever take you away from me, do you hear that, love? You are safe as long as you’re with me," she then whispered in your ears.

You drift into unconsciousness as soon as the car starts, despite the woman that kept begging you to keep your eyes open, the way she was cadling you not helping. You just had enough time to notice the men sitting at the front of the black van, both armed and intimidating, before falling into darkness.

You opened your eyes again when the car stopped in an alley. It is late, the sun gave its throne to the moon a long time ago and, even if you can't tell what time it is, you know it is the middle of the night. How many hours did you spend down there, fighting for your life? The question makes you sick because the only answer is too many. All these hours for nothing because, no matter how hard you triee, you loose. You were never supposed to win their twisted game, you never got a chance and you slowly realize that the promised freedom was just a lure. For weeks you believed them, you played along their rules, thinking it was the only way to get your life back.

And here you are, in the arms of your new owner, a woman you know nothing about but that now has every rights on you, even if you will live depends exclusively on the redhead's choices. The fear twists your stomach, the humiliation clenches your throat and the exhaustion makes your eyes burning, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, you repeat in your head, but you don't know for how long you will be able to keep your tears for yourself.

The woman is not looking at you at all, she is concentrating on not falling as she is walking to the house, barely seeing where her feet are landing. You, however, can't help but observe every detail of her face, noticing how serious her expression is. You are trying to guess how your life is going to be by her side, but you can't, she is a complete mystery and you hate that.

A part of you wants to go back in that basement. It may have been a living hell, but you had your habits, you knew how to survive, now you will have to learn everything again.

You notice that two armed persons are guarding the front door and, when you pass by them, they exchange a few words in Russian. You can't understand a word of what they are saying, but you guess they are greeting the woman, beside some insults, you don't know a lot and only because that's how they used to call you.

The inside of the penthouse is exactly as you imagined it: expensive, tidy and minimalist. You never felt comfortable in that kind of environment, it always reminded you that you will never have a place in that sphere, you are nothing more than their animal, a dog that does everything they want.

Once inside, you almost expected her to drop you on the floor but she didn't. Her grip is strong, as if she doesn't want to let you go, that's because she is scared too. She exchanged a few words in Russian with a woman before heading upstairs.

Your eyes closed because of the light, you don't see much more of the house, nor of where you are going. You can feel that she climbs the stairs, takes a few turns and walks through a door before she eventually lets you go. It is with care that she sits you on the floor of the bathroom.

"Here we are," she whispered, "you can open your eyes, love," she added when she noticed they were still closed. If you can't see her smile, you can feel her hand brushing your cheek.

For weeks you didn't see anything else than pitch darkness and the dimmed light of the basement where you were fighting, it is great to eventually be able to see something else. She even made sure to not turn the big light on, only a small one in the corner that diffuses a subdued light. Somehow, she knows exactly what to do to make you feel comfortable.

"Let me help you," she said, coming closer to kneel in front of you when she realized you couldn't take your bath alone.

On the way home, she sent a message for one of her maids to run a bath for you to enjoy when you arrived. The mirrors fog up and a scent of jasmine fills the room, but even if the idea of taking a bath sounds good, you don't move. You are curled at the exact place she left you in, your knees against your chest.

You are like a dog, but nothing like a fighting one, she thought when she saw how you tried to back up when she reached for your shirt.

"I am not going to do anything," she quietly said, trying to sooth you by using a gentle tone and caressing your cheek with her thumb. "I am going to help you to get rid of those rags so you can get a bath, okay? Then, we can clean your wounds and have a good meal, does this sound good?" she asked and you slowly nodded.

She helps you to get rid of your clothes that are closer to rags honestly as they have holes in them, the fabric being soaked in dirt, blood and sweat, sticking to your skin. You never felt so vulnerable than right now, under her serious gaze, what is she thinking about? It is impossible to guess but you can feel her eyes on your body as she looks you up and down. A quick glance which allows her to take a mental note about all your injuries.

"What are you doing?" she chuckled, when her eyes didn’t land on your chest but on your crossed arms - you were trying to hide, how cute. "How silly you are,” she whispered when noticing you didn't seem to understand what she was talking about, "thinking you can hide like that."

Her tone sounded too sweet for it to genuinely be and there is something behind her gentle tone that is rigging alarms in your head. You can't tell what it is exactly, but there is that weird feeling, your instinct screaming at you to be careful when your body just wants to give up and be in her arms, ‘cause what could go wrong?

She takes your hands to pull them away from your chest so you can’t hide from her anymore. Her grip is firm, just a little too strong so you understand that, despite her sweet smile, she won't hesitate to be harsh with you if you don’t behave. However, she still seems to be extra careful while moving you, as if you were a porcelain doll, because for nothing in the world she would hurt her fragile princess. She slowly takes your arms away so she can give a glance at all your injuries. What she sees makes her sigh, she seems about to say something but keeps her words for herself ; you should have been more careful.

She helped you to get in the bath and it was a nice moment, a few minutes you got for yourself because, surprisingly, she let you bathe yourself alone. Oh, she wasn’t far away, just at the other end of the room, keeping a close eye on you at every time, but dealing with something on her phone. She would occasionally comment on the way you were doing things, talking you throught it so you can shower the proper way, her way. Once you are done, she wraps you on a soft towel, bandages your wounds and gives you clothes that are hers, a hoodie and a short, and you can’t help but notice how good they are smelling, how comfortable you are feeling in these.

"Did you say something?" she genuinely asked, turning to you because she was sure she heard you mumbling a few words.

She was talking about your life here, talking almost alone as you weren’t really talkative, but thinking she would miss the words you whisepered was a mistake because she never misses anything.

"Nothing important," you replied, but this answer doesn't seem to please the woman, something twitching in her eyes, coming from soft to sharp.

"When I ask you a question, you reply to it, am I clear?” she said, immediately leaving what she was doing to come close to you and grab your chin. “You are not the one that gets to decide what’s important, your small brain can't handle big decisions and that's why I am here. I mean, see how it got you to be by yourself …" she continued, looking at you with disdain, as if she was thinking that it is only your fault if you ended up in that rat hole, caught in human trafficking. “I am here to give you a second chance and you better take it ‘cause it may be the last… so don't talk to me like that ever again, did I make myself clear enough?"

The only answer you are able to give her is a whining accompanied by a sniffle and she obviously doesn’t like that. Even if you tried your hardest to not let those tears rolling down your cheeks, you can’t help it, her harsh words only making things worse because you are already hating to disapoint the woman.

"If I knew you would cry, I would've sold you ..", she sighed in annoyance, her nails digging into your skin, "I hate cry-babies, understand?" she asked, but it wasn’t not a question: it was a warning. "The fighter I saw in that ring must be here when I am back," she coldly added before releasing the pressure she was exerting on your face.

She leaves, slamming the door shut so you easily understand that she is upset with you reacting that way. She has done everything she could in order to help you to be comfortable here : she gave you a bath and clothes, cleaned your wounds, promised you a meal and a bed, even gave you comfort but it still doesn't seem to be enough because you were crying as if she was some sort of monster, and she can't bear that vision. She tried to repeat to herself that you are just tired, that things are going to get better with time but it doesn’t calm her down. Whether you want it or not, she will make sure that, one way or another, you will accept her and she won't hesitate to use the hard way if she has to.

When she comes back, she notices that didn't move an inch, scared by what the woman could say and impressed by the bedroom. But it didn’t prevent your eyes from wandering around the room. It is really minimalist, there is nothing that could give you a hint about the person she is, everything is exactly where it should be, not a speck of dust and no personal objects. It feels like a hotel room more than hers.

When you hear the door, your gaze settles on the woman. Your knees are bent against your chest as if it could protect you from all the dangers of the world. She probably left you for only five minutes, but they felt like hours. Your thoughts had time to run while waiting for her : what about trying to escape? But it never worked, it’s always a dead end, a path to regrets because they always find you, making sure you won’t even think about doing it again and, if they do not find you, it's someone else. You learned that there is no escape and gave up on going back to your old life a long time ago. It is not even the fear of the armed men that is keeping you here, it's the void in you when you think about what you would do if you were free again, nothing. Nothing because you forgot how to live on your own. So you didn't move, not even a finger because she didn't ask you to do it, only being a dog that lives for its masters' will.

But what piques your curiosity is more the tray in her hands than anything else. As soon as she enters the room, closing the door behind her with her foot, a pleasant smell spreads through the room. You can see many things on the tray she brought back : a glass of water, some pills, a bowl of steaming soup with bread and a plate with rice, vegetables and chicken. When was the last time you ate a real meal? Long enough for you to not remember what it was.

"Eat." she said as she put the tray on your knees.

It smells good. That's the first thought that crossed your mind when you saw the plate. For a moment, you forget about the past hours; when was the last time you got a real meal? You can't remember, not even a fragment of a memory.

You would eat what your owners give you, eat quickly before they come back, never knowing what you are eating nor when the next meal would be; you learned to not ask too many questions. At first, it was difficult to accept such a fate: you would refuse to even taste the food they were giving to you, but it didn't last long. Eventually, you started to eat - inhale - anything you were given without thinking twice about it.

Tonight, for the first time in years, you are going to eat something else than the leftovers of someone you don't even know. Tonight, you won't have to be scared about your food being stolen. Tonight, you can even see the smoke, a sign that your meal is still hot, freshly cooked and maybe homemade.

"I-," you started, but she didn't let you finish your sentence, your lips barely had time to move that she already cut you, leaving no place for an argument.

I am not hungry, you were about to say, and she somehow knew it. She also knew it was a lie, your stomach has been painfully twisted because of that sick feeling for days, but the knot is also caused by your fears.

It all feels a bit too perfect. It feels like a trap, a way to encourage you to let your guard down only to break you after, making the fall harder. Some did that in the past, why not her? She doesn't look less cruel than the others. Yet, when she is talking, she seems more genuine, you could believe her when she says she only wants what's best for you, that she cares, she just has a twisted way to show it.

"Yes, you are, so eat, now," she ordered you with such a cold tone that you don't dare to argue. There are all these warnings she doesn't say out loud but you can read in her eyes: just do whatever I tell you, pretty girl, they say.

And, for sure, you don't want to face the consequences of your insubordination. So you slowly take the fork, not glancing away for one second, your eyes into hers. You are looking at every detail of her expression as if it would change, telling you that it is a trap, except it doesn't and her expression stays stern. It is impossible to read anything on her face, not even a hint of how she is feeling.

You take the first bit, carefully swallowing and… nothing happens. You don't feel weird, it doesn't taste bad and she doesn't snap at you for a small imaginary mistake you would have made. It is the complete opposite. The food is really good, melting on your tongue, and you start to eat quickly, not because you have to, but because you want to. For the first time in years, eating is a pleasure.

She sighed when she noticed that you were inhaling your food, but she didn't say anything; she will have all the time later to change that habit of you. So she just stood there for a few seconds, observing you in silence, with her arms crossed, before sitting next to you - that's when you broke eye contact, once she was sure you would eat everything.

As you are eating, she is barely paying attention to you, at least that's the impression she is giving. One of her arms wrapped around your shoulder, her hand is absently drawing circles on your skin while she is on her phone, dealing with something serious - you can hear her frustrated sighs from time to time.

Except she sees everything and your mistake was to not be careful enough around the woman. A little because of your clumsiness, mainly because of how fast you were eating, you dropped a bit of your food on the floor. You didn't think it was a big deal, picking it up to put it back on the plate. Three seconds rules, dropped on a clean floor, you don't have very high standards anyway - but she does. She turned to you the moment she felt you were moving, a curious, but disgusted, look on her face.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her hand grabbing your wrist before you could drop the bit of food on your plate. She moves your hand on the side of the tray, far from your plate, before you even get a chance to reply. "Drop it," she ordered to you, "that's gross, hope you weren't going to eat that."

You shake your head, too scared to do anything else, but she knows you are lying; of course you were about to eat it. You spent the past years living like a fighting dog, you would eat anything she would give you, you might even eat directly from the dirty floor if she asked you to. She winces in disgust, not letting your hand go.

"Give me that," she snarled and you can feel how her grip tightened on your wrist to force you to give the fork away.

She then takes the tray that was in front of you to put it on her side of the bed, you are looking at her, scared she would definitely take your meal away. You are about to protest when she notices it and glances at you, daring you to say a word, you don't.

"Come here," she said, gesturing you to come closer, she even grabbed your arm to guide you when she noticed you were hesitant to move.

She sits you between her legs and you are clearly uncomfortable, wiggling, but if she notices it, she doesn't seem to care. She is so close to you that you can feel her breath tickling your skin, but she keeps acting like nothing is weird here. When she leans to cut your food, you can feel her chest pressing against your back, the contact making your heart races. Too focused on how close you are to the woman, you barely noticed when she approached the fork from your mouth, waiting for you to open. It takes one more second for you to understand what she is waiting for and, when you do, you blush in embarrassment. She takes advantage of you opening your mouth to say something to feed you, and you don't dare to push her away.

"Can't even eat alone, hm?" she whispered in your ear while you were chewing the bit of food she just gave you, "but that's fine, I am here now," she added, and there is something in her tone that makes you shiver.

Once she made sure you ate everything, she wrapped her arms around you, laying a kiss on your temple. It is strange how safe you are feeling in her embrace: for a few seconds you forget she is the one that beat you earlier. Right now, she is just someone that cares for you, with whom you feel at peace. You can't remember the last time someone made you feel that way, you can barely remember your life before entering the human trafficking circuit.

You don’t really know when you fell asleep, but your eyes were quick to close under the effects of her fingers running on your hair and of her voice whispering sweet words in your ears. At some point, a maid came to take the empty tray away and the woman layed the both of you in the bed, under the covers, trying her best to not wake you up. This night, you slept in a comfy bed, feeling protected in the arms of the woman despite the things she did, not even thinking one second about pushing away her hands that found their way under your sweatshirt, resting on your stomach.

The Dog fell right into the Black Widow’s web.

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Season 2 Gag Reel

Series Masterlist

Authors Note: After a long, tumultuous, heart wrenching and action packed season….we are BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE BLOOPERS!!

(I’m actually writing this halfway into the season because these damn filler episodes are giving me a FUCKING headache. Not to mention dean and y/n’s IDIOCY so I needed this to give me some ease LOL)

But you guys know how much I love gag reels and bloopers so here’s the bloopers with y/n added to them, I’ve added some of my own because I’m stupid like that so ENJOY! I just watched Deadpool as I’m writing this so there’s gonna be a lot of fourth wall breaks lol.

Side note, I imagine the subway surfers theme song throughout this entire thing so take it as you will lol

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Season 2, Episode 1 - In My Time Of Dying

In the midst of the accident:

The possessed truck driver that crashed into the Impala and Harley purposely, steps out of his truck, black eyed and unharmed. He strolls slowly to the crash site in-front of him. Y/N sprawled out on the road, unconscious. Just meters away from the driver's side door of the Impala. All three Winchester men were also unconscious in the demolished car.

Y/N jolts up, “I’M ALIVE. I’m dead” She sprawls out again, earning questionable looks from the Winchesters.

“I’m watching TV, I’m looking at chu’” She looks at Dean who is seconds away from laughing.

“SHUT UP AND GO ON WITH THE SCENE” Sam groans.

“Fuck you” Y/N huffs, sprawling back out again, sticking out her tongue dramatically as she pretended to play dead while John and Dean burst into hysterics.

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When John gives Dean the ring:

"I just want you to know...that I am so proud of you" John sniffles. "This really you talking?" Dean asks warily, not expecting any of this from his father. "Yeah. Yeah it's really me" John responds smiling as he sniffles.

"Why are you saying this stuff?" Dean asks. John just sighs and takes a seat on his son's bed. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out an old red velvet box, Dean is confused when John hands it to him.

"Dad, what's this?" He asks his father when he opens it to see white gold princess-cut ring, the diamond was small but dazzling. The band was thin but sturdy. "It's your mothers wedding ring" John answers. Dean's eyes snap up to his fathers in shock.

"Why are you giving me this?" Dean asks his father, stunned. "Because it's always been with me and the right person to give it to is my eldest son" John smiles.

His eyes flicker to the door then back to Dean, "And I think you and I both know, who the right person for you to give that to is" He gives his son a knowing look, Dean's heart swells at this. "I- I don't k-" Dean stutters, his eyes trained on the gorgeous ring.

"It's okay son" John assures him, chuckling. "Y/N is an amazing girl. She didn't leave your side for one sec-” John didn’t get to finish his sentence because Dean immediately tossed off his covers and went bolting down the hall.

He knocked over a couple of nurses and people before approaching a very confused and startled Y/N, getting down on one knee. “Marry me, princess?” he smirked, presenting her the ring as John peered his head out the door with a wide grin.

Y/N lets out a comical and over dramatic gasp, placing one hand over her mouth. “Yes, yes! A million times yes!” She exaggerates, feebly jumping up and down due to her bandaged knee as Dean places the ring on her finger.

Sam then turns to the camera and stares at you, “Between me and you…” He pointed to the pair with his thumb. “That’s how it should’ve went” He whispered, breaking the fourth wall.

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Season 2, Episode 2 - Everyone Love A Clown

When Sam calls Y/N:

Y/N's phone then rings, she hands Dean the stick and bag. Fishing her phone from her jacket pocket, flipping it open to see it's Sam. "Hello?" She answers. Dean then presses his ear to the back of her phone, his light stubble brushing against her smooth cheek. Y/N's heartbeat quickens at their close contact and so does Dean's. "Hey, man" Sam responds shakily.

“You see, when you do shit like that. It makes me wanna lick you” Y/N scoffed, eyeing Dean like a steak.

Dean's brows shot up at this, a wicked smirk taking over his face. “Why don’t you lick me until you find out what’s in the middle of my tootsie pop?” Dean retorted.

“GUYS, FOR GOD'S SAKE. I'M RIGHT HERE!” Sam’s disgusted voice blared through the speaker before turning to the camera.

“Fuckin’ idiots” Sam says to you.

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Season 2, Episode 3 - Bloodlust

Dean apologizing to Y/N for the millionth time:

Dean gives her a soft smile, "Truce?" Y/N puts her hand out for a shake, "Truce" Dean smirks, taking her hand into his. Their eyes meet and in a flash Dean pulls her by her arm into a hug. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Y/N chuckles into the hug, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "You really are a pain in the ass, you know?" Dean jokes, his face buried in her neck.

"Guess I might have to stick around and be a pain in the ass, then" She quipped back, pulling away from the hug. His arms, still around her waist while her arms are still around his shoulders. Her eyes flicker down to his lips, along with his eyes flickering down to her.

Meanwhile, Sam was sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala, watching the two as if they were a chick flick he indulged in. "Just lean in, man. It's not that hard. Come on" Sam mutters to himself as the two eyes pierced into each other. He rolled his eyes when he saw Y/N took her hands off of Dean's shoulder and awkwardly cleared her throat along with Dean, whose face was flushed. "Wussies" Sam scoffs.

Sam: You’d think after so long they’d finally do it. I wonder what’s taking them so long? *mutters before turning to glare at the author*

Sam: I’m looking at you, Diana *glares at author*

Author: *looks around confused* 👀🍿 Me??😳

The readers and Sam: YES YOU!!

Author: *tosses bowl of popcorn in the air* 🏃🏽‍♀️💨

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Season 2, Episode 4 - Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things

Sam bends down to pat the dirt into the grave, poking out his ass a bit further until a loud rip sounds. Y/N’s eyes widened as she tilted her head to see Sam covering up the gaping hole in his pants before bursting out laughing. “FUCK I JUST RIPPED MY PANTS” Sam shouted, holding the hole.

Dean bursted out laughing as Y/N bent over, clutching her stomach from hysteria.

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Season 2, Episode 6 - No Exit

When Ellen calls Sam:

Sam's phone rings. He stands up and he fishes it out of his pocket, pressing it to his ear. "Yeah?" Sam answers as Jo goes through her duffle bag. Sam pauses for a bit before gulping, "Oh, hi Ellen" He says casually, glaring at Jo. Dean and Y/N begin to internally panic as Jo walks closer to Sam. Y/N propped herself on the dining table Sam was at, crossing arms over her chest. Taking in the interaction.

"Don't tell her" Jo whispers to him warningly, pointing a finger at him. "I'm telling her" Sam grits his teeth back, pressing the mic to his shirt so Ellen can't hear. "I'm gonna kill you!" Jo growls lowly. "You're not even supposed to be here!" Sam retorts lowly. The two get into a muttered argument before Sam caves and quickly says, "I haven't seen her" to Ellen.

"...yeah, I'm sure" Sam responds to Ellen, "Absolutely" Sam finishes before hanging up still glaring at Jo who gives him a cute wide cheeky thankful smile. Sam rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing a bit but Dean and Y/N manage to catch the little blush on his cheeks.

Y/N: *turns to the camera/you* They’re so into each other.

Dean: Like just kiss already *nudges y/n while wiggling his eyebrows at camera/you*

Readers, Sam and Jo: Speak for yourselves idiots!

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Season 2, Episode 11 - Playthings

When Y/N got drunk and Dean took care of her the next morning:

"I am never drinking again" She moaned as Dean sat back next to her. She dropped her head on his shoulder with a weak whine. Dean chuckled at her statement before pulling her head into his lap, gently resting her head on his thighs. She didn't protest this, being too damn tired and sore to care. "You've said that before, y/n/n" He mocked her, she weakly slapped his thigh in response, making him smirk.

"Shhh" He silenced her, placing his hand on her forehead before threading his fingers through her hair. She groaned a little when he started to gently massage your scalp, but it felt so good. She closed her eyes again, enjoying the feeling of his fingers massaging her head. "God that feels good" She admitted, her body relaxing as he continued massaging her aching head.

“That’s what she said!” Sam shouted from behind the door, causing Dean and Y/N to burst out into laughter. "Oh my god please shut up, Sam" Y/N groaned, rolling onto her side and burying her head into Dean's side. Dean continued laughing at the exchange, continuing to gently massage Y/N's head and neck.

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Season 2, Episode 14 - Born Under A Bad Sign

When they had Meg!Y/N tied to the chair at Bobby’s:

Sam shifted his weight, leaning against the table, folding his arms across his chest. Y/N's eyes moved to him then, a smirk appearing on her face as she raised an eyebrow, "Well, you look better, handsome" She commented. "I'm healing, thanks for noticing" He responded with slight sarcasm.

"How bout I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?" Dean growled. "Oh, careful now" She smirked, "You wouldn't wanna bruise this fine body...or maybe you would?" Sam and Jo shared a glance, hiding their growing smirks as Dean's face twisted with anger. "Shut up" Dean sneered, clenching his fist. She chuckled, "Hit a nerve?" She teased, cocking her head at him, "Aw, did I say something you didn't like?" She pouted, mocking him.

Dean's breathing was ragged, the veins in his head were popping out and Meg was loving every second of it. "Poor Dean and Y/N" She continued to taunt. "You two are like a bad romance novel" She snorted, throwing her head back with a laugh. She then turned to face the author, “Seriously, Diana, quit edging everyone and put these two in the sack already”

Readers: THANK YOU STAN MEG!!

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Season 2, Episode 15 - Tall Tales

When Y/N attacked Dean:

"Damnit Dean, if you don't give back my cigarettes, I'll kick your ass!" She threatened, narrowing her gaze. "Yeah, like you can," Dean mocked, shaking his head as he smirked widely, finding her amusing. She narrowed her eyes at him again, not God himself could stop her this time. So she jumped him, quickly gripping onto his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his waist.

Attacking the elder Winchester, sending him tumbling backwards into the bed, his back hitting the bed first. Her hands gripped his wrists as she tried to get the pack from him, "Give it to me, you asshat!" Y/N shouted as she pinned his wrists on either side of his head. Dean grunted, his body lying flat against the bed, Y/N now straddling him as he struggled in her grip.

"Stop it! Stop it you two!" Sam exclaimed as he snaked his arms around Y/N's waist, trying to pry her off of Dean. "Just give it to her, Dean!" Sam yelled above the sound of the struggling. "No way!" Dean shouted back firmly, squirming under her. "Get off of me you nutcase!!"

Y/N kept a tight grip on his wrists, her thighs squeezing his hips. She ignored him and Sam's words as she continued to fight for his grasp, "You're such a dick, Winchester! Just gimme my damn cigarettes back! I had nothing to do with your car!" She shouted back in his face.

Dean grunted, trying to buck his hips to loosen her grip, but it didn't work as she only responded by squeezing her thighs tighter around him. Sam still attempted to pry her off but she quickly pushed him away, sending it tumbling next to Dean as they continued wrestling.

The two then mischievously smiled at each other before they began to make out furiously, leaving Sam stunned. “WAIT, CUT!! THIS ISNT IN THE SCRIPT!!” He screamed confused.

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Author's Note: Little short but I got it done, sorry about going awol beauties. Currently working on the beginning of Season 3 so that should be out soon! Hope you guys enjoyed❤️❤️❤️

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sunstruck-artist · 1 month ago

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Decided throw my theories into the ring-

Is this a long shot? Maybe. Who cares!

!!Spoilers for the Spring Welcome Home update!!

Okay SO. I think theres some demonic thing happening behind the scenes, thats pretty obvious- HOWEVER. I don't think theres any possession going on here.

I think this is a false god type of thing. And the neighbors are growing sick of it. Or at least Wally is-

EXHIBIT A: Darkness

Clearly something has been festering in home, we've all seen it. However, its not just underneath home that this is shown-

Credits to the person who first pointed this out, but it almost looks like something is festering inside the forest surrounding the neighborhood. A darkness. Something ominous.

And now, its crossed out. An attempt to erase. To get rid of it. But with the surrounding darkness...it might not be that easy.

EXHIBIT B: Wally

We all remember so below, and the contents of it

A couple people pointed this out when we had first found the image, but it looks like Wally is praying to Home. Like a god and a devotee.

My theory? The god-like deity is festering inside Home. Promising the neighbors a way out of this cycle, the endless, maddening routine, the pretending.. and we will get into it soon, but its using the neighbors weaknesses to get to them. Or their weaknesses and insecurities are growing more and more as they grow more restless, more tired of this endless play.

In the new phone thing, Wally sounds pissed to all hell. Angry and desperate. Tired of this stupid plan and the waiting and wondering how. much. longer.

Many things Wally says stuck out to me. One of the most important being this:

"I know. what. words. are."

"I. saw. WORDS."

"I FOLLOWED them. I. FOLLOWED. THEM."

The way Wally says this, at least to me, sounds like a devotee realizing they've been lied to. A person, who put all their faith and trust into a god, to get them out of this situation they've been put in, and growing tired. How much longer must they serve until they're all finally free?

EXHIBIT C: Motivations

Each neighbor we've seen have their twisted update showcases some kind of insecurity. Eddie with his single pea on a plate, symbolizing hes alone and always will be alone. What is he if his friends don't need him? Poppy being bricked into her home because of her anxiety, having hallucinations and panic attacks and being paranoid. And now Julie, unable to fulfill her ONE. SINGLE. PURPOSE. and knowing she will be in trouble if she can't get this damn flower to bloom.

Every neighbor is hurt by being trapped inside Welcome Home. And as such, each has a motivation to leave. To be free. No matter what.

The deity inside Home is taking advantage of this. I can't say much for Poppy and Julie, because neither were even close to home- but Eddie is a good example. As he has his dissociation, twisted moment, Home is staring down at him. And he stares back, almost like they're having a silent conversation. I believe this is Home reminding Eddie of their goal to be free, offering false promises that everything will be over soon.

And lest we forget, Sally's story during the halloween update. Her spooky story about the creature lurking outside? I believe that could be a piece of the deity festering inside Home, watching and waiting, gaining more power for their goal to be fulfilled.

CONCLUSION

Is this me pulling a MatPat and being a bit delusional? Maybe. But I do believe at least some of what I'm theorizing could be correct. That theres a false god, a deity promising the neighbors freedom...and the neighbors growing restless of being its devotees.

Anyways- thats the theory- apologies if I didn't make a lot of sense, I didn't sleep last night-

Hope you enjoyed my ramblings

#random rambles #welcome home puppet show #welcome home #welcome home theories #I might be insane- so what

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jvngw0nlvr · 2 months ago

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A Love He’ll Never Know

Bestfriend! Wonbin! X Reader! Y/n!

• Genre : angst

WC : about 2,080!

Sypnosis : Y/N has always been there for someone important to her, but when feelings go unspoken and reality sets in, everything begins to change. After a night of confusion and raw emotions, Y/N is forced to confront what has always been just out of reach. With the support of friends, the struggle to let go of what could’ve been becomes even harder to ignore.

Includes: yuna, yujin, and kazuha as y/ns friends also ningning is slightly mentioned

Responding to this request!

Hope you enjoy!

He never saw you. Maybe he never would.

The café was warm, the scent of coffee lingering in the air, the quiet hum of conversation filling the space. Normally, you loved this place. It felt safe. But today, it felt suffocating.

Because today, Wonbin was talking about her.

“She’s just… different, you know?” He stirred his coffee absentmindedly, eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite name. “There’s something about her.”

You forced a sip of your drink, willing yourself to stay composed.

“Oh yeah?” Your voice was light, as if his words weren’t digging into your chest like a knife.

“Yeah.” He let out a small, almost disbelieving laugh. “I mean, she just has this presence. People are drawn to her.”

People. Including him.

You felt yourself sinking, your heart tightening with something ugly and unfamiliar. Jealousy? Hurt? Both?

“So, you’re into her?” You weren’t sure why you even asked. Maybe some part of you wanted him to say no.

He shrugged, taking a slow sip of his coffee. “I don’t know… She’s intriguing.”

Intriguing. Not you. Her.

Something in you snapped.

Your stomach twisted painfully, and suddenly, sitting there felt unbearable. You needed to leave.

“Actually, I should get going,” you said abruptly, reaching for your bag.

Wonbin frowned, confused. “What? Already? We just got here.”

You forced a smile, praying he wouldn’t see how fake it was. “Yeah, I, uh, forgot I had plans with Yuna, Yujin, and Kazuha.”

A lie. You didn’t have plans with them until way later in the day.

His brows furrowed slightly, like he wanted to press further, but in the end, he just nodded. “Alright… I’ll see you later, then?”

You hesitated for a second. Then, softly—“Yeah.”

And you walked away.

Pretending you weren’t falling apart.

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you wanted to forget. but he was everywhere.

The bar was a blur of neon lights and bass-heavy music, the air thick with alcohol and cigarette smoke. It should’ve been enough to distract you.

But it wasn’t.

No matter how many shots you took, how much you laughed along with Yuna, Yujin, and Kazuha, the weight in your chest never left.

You could still hear him.

“She’s intriguing.”

You could still see him.

Eyes lighting up over someone who wasn’t you.

So, you drank more.

Shot after shot, letting the alcohol burn its way down, numbing the ache inch by inch.

“Damn, Y/N, slow down.” Yuna’s voice was a mix of amusement and concern as she steadied you when you nearly tripped. “You’re gonna black out at this rate.”

“Maybe that’s the point,” you muttered, reaching for another drink.

Kazuha took it from you before you could down it. “Nope. You need air.”

You groaned but didn’t resist when they gently guided you toward the door.

“We’ll be right inside, okay?” Yujin reassured.

The cold air outside hit you like a slap, sobering you just enough to realize how reckless you were being. Your head swam, your thoughts hazy, but one thing remained clear—

You needed to hear his voice.

Your fingers hovered over your phone. You shouldn’t call him. You shouldn’t.

But before you could talk yourself out of it—

You hit call.

One ring.

Two.

“Hey, Y/N?” His voice was thick with sleep, groggy but alert. “Aren’t you out with the girls?”

You swallowed hard, forcing your voice to stay steady. “Yeah, but I was just thinking about you.”

Silence. Then, a quiet hum. “Why?”

Your throat tightened. “Oh, you just happened to cross my mind.”

He sounded confused now. “Y/N, are you okay?”

No. Not at all.

“Why did you cut our hangout short?” His voice was lower now, careful.

You hesitated. Then—“You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

A bitter laugh slipped out. “You went on and on about Ningning today, and I just—I couldn’t sit there and listen anymore. It felt like every move I made, every hint I dropped, was completely ignored.”

Wonbin’s breath hitched slightly.

You weren’t stopping now. “I like you, Wonbin.”

The words hung in the air, irreversible.

The silence that followed was unbearable. And then, finally—

“Y/N…”

You waited. Desperately hoping for something—anything—that could make this hurt less.

“I ignored it because I don’t want to ruin this friendship.”

Your stomach dropped.

“But even if I did notice, that doesn’t mean you can just walk away like that. We’re friends before anything.”

Friends.

Before anything.

The final nail in the coffin.

You let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “You’re right.”

You sounded empty.

Wonbin exhaled in relief, like he thought this was the end of the conversation. But it wasn’t.

“You know what? I’ll just hang up now. Have a good night, Wonbin.”

“Wait, Y/N—”

You ended the call before he could say anything else.

And that was it.

A sob tore from your throat as your legs gave out, collapsing onto the sidewalk. The tears came fast, hot, and merciless.

Because it was over before it even started.

Because he never saw you.

Because maybe… he never would.

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he wasn’t coming. but they did.

The bar door swung open. “Y/N?”

A pair of arms wrapped around you before you even registered who it was.

“Oh my God, you’re freezing,” Yujin murmured, rubbing your arms. “What happened?”

You couldn’t speak. You just shook your head, trying to choke back sobs.

Kazuha knelt beside you. “Was it Wonbin?”

Your breath hitched. That was answer enough.

Yuna cursed under her breath, standing up and pulling out her phone. “I swear to God, I’m blocking his number from your phone myself.”

Kazuha shot her a look. “Not helping.” Then, softer—“Y/N… let’s get you out of here, okay?”

You nodded weakly, allowing them to pull you up.

“I don’t want to think about him anymore,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

Yuna threw an arm around your shoulders. “Then you won’t. You have us.”

“Yeah,” Yujin agreed, squeezing your hand. “He might not see you, Y/N, but we do. And we’re not going anywhere.”

For the first time that night, you let yourself believe that.

Maybe he would never choose you.

But at least, you weren’t alone.

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Authors note: part 2?? I’m slowing but surely writing all these requests🫡 please continue sending them!🙂‍↕️ Also I think this is my longest fic so far, progress? Progress!

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hungryistrying · 3 months ago

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why'd you have to go and make me like you

Chapter two

summary:

“Are you turned on?” she blurts. Then she realizes what she just said, and quickly scrambles before Ekko can even respond. “I mean– It's not a big deal if you are. We’re friends, right? We can talk about these things with each other.” Ekko looks at her as if she's grown two heads. Jinx wishes she had, maybe the extra brain would've helped her out of this mess.

Jinx puts her plan into motion rather...artlessly, frankly speaking. Good thing Ekko needs surprisingly little convincing to just go with it anyway.

rating: explicit

word count: 15960

status: ongoing

crossposted to ao3

chapter one

chapter two: i don't wanna spell it out

Here’s a fun little fact about Ekko: if he tells you what time he’ll arrive, you always have to subtract ten minutes from said time. And of course, he isn’t about to let that up now, because Jinx has only just finished frantically shoving all her clothes back into her closet and her makeup back in her vanity drawers when the doorbell rings. Twenty minutes after he sent his text. How fucking typical.

After Jinx received that panic-inducing text, she’d rushed to put on her makeup so quickly that she stabbed herself in the eye with her mascara wand three times, cursing under her breath each time, because she’d end up teary-eyed and having to redo her makeup. That alone took her fifteen whole minutes, leaving Jinx five more minutes to tug on sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt.

…Yeah, not her hottest outfit, but hey, at least her underwear’s cute (a black and lacy Brazilian cut, with a little bow on the front and everything). It’s the kind of underwear she’d only bother putting on when she expects someone to see it. So here’s hoping this goes well enough for that concern not to be unfounded.

She gives herself one final look-over in front of the hallway mirror, her face scrunching in dissatisfaction because, damn, her outfit sucks. Seriously, baggy sweats and a Piltover University t-shirt that she doesn’t even remember getting (and is three sizes too large for some reason)?

Yeah, it’s giving less “I’m about to seduce someone” and more “I have the munchies and this random Seven-Eleven is the only place I can get some damn food ‘cause my fridge is empty and it’s three a.m.”

The doorbell rings again, startling Jinx now that she’s standing three feet away from the door itself.

“Fuck– Gimme a minute, will ya!” She exhales a frustrated breath that blows the stubborn hair of her bangs out of her face.

Alright, maybe this isn’t a total lost cause. Jinx has made cuter outfits from far more dire pieces of clothing, hasn’t she? You learn to get creative when growing up your whole wardrobe was either provided by The Salvation Army or hand-me-downs from your big sis.

Then again, she also had more than maybe thirty seconds to create those outfits, but she doesn’t have time to worry about the finer points either, so whatever.

She grabs the hem of her shirt, pulls the fabric up until it reaches her midriff, and ties the excess into a knot, turning her unsexy shirt into a slightly sexier crop top. Then she pulls her sweatpants down, only retying the drawstrings when they hang low enough for her hip bones to peek out.

Eh, good enough. She shrugs at her reflection and moves to open the door before Ekko rings that grating doorbell again.

“Thank you for that rare show of patience, your gracious host is here!” she quips, holding the door open with an unnecessary amount of flourish.

He raises an unimpressed eyebrow and deadpans, “Can’t you ever just say hi?” before kicking off his shoes.

If Ekko is even slightly affected by the generous amount of skin Jinx is displaying, he sure isn’t showing it. Though to be fair, this isn’t an unusual amount of skin for her to be showing in the first place, so that doesn’t mean this is a lost cause yet.

“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t enjoy the theatrics, mister.” She shuts the door and follows him into the living room. “That jig was up when we had to watch Annie in middle school and someone got a little too into it.”

“Hey, I got invested in the plot, alright!” He holds his hands up in defense, before unslinging his backpack and setting it down by the coffee table.

She curiously frowns and asks, “What’s with the bag?”

“It’s just my laptop and books.” He’s the one who looks confused now. “We’re studying for Singed’s exam, right?”

Jinx just dumbly blinks. Oh fuck, right, she totally forgot she said that.

“Well, duh.” She snorts, plopping down on the couch beside him. “I just can’t believe you actually paid for the books like some loser.”

“I didn’t buy these, you doofus.” He rolls his eyes. “I just borrowed them from the library on time. So you’re welcome, now you can mooch off me.”

She lets out an amused huff, resting her head in her hands while Ekko unpacks his bag, booting up his laptop and meticulously laying his study materials out on the coffee table.

For a moment she just watches him, studying his side profile. The afternoon sun bathes him in a warm light that makes everything look hazier – softer, somehow. It paints the dark brown of his lashes near golden when he blinks and they fan above his defined cheekbones.

Her eyes greedily drink in the sight of him, as if she’s seeing him for the first time; the slope of his nose, smooth and soft, contrasted by the sharp and strong angle of his jaw, while full, pouty lips center both features.

It’s then, on an uneventful Saturday afternoon, after years of friendship, that Jinx comes to the startling realization that she finds Ekko attractive.

Jinx isn’t stupid (she has a four-point-oh GPA, for crying out loud) and so, from a purely objective standpoint, she’s always understood that Ekko is attractive. It just never occurred to her that he might be attractive to her.

Can you really blame a girl? She’s known Ekko for so long that she can vividly recall the day he tripped over his own shoelaces, bawling his eyes out when the fall knocked out one of his teeth. (“Hey– hey, it’s just a baby tooth,” Vi had tried to soothe, while a six-year-old Ekko struggled to choke back his tears.)

It’s a strange and uncomfortable epiphany to have: that someone you’ve known nearly your whole life is actually…ridiculously, offensively, and unequivocally attractive. It’s as if, up until this point, the hotness radar in her mind just never caught Ekko.

But now that it has? Oh, he’s on her radar, alright. And not just an easy-to-dismiss blip. No, this is a bold-faced, glaringly obvious transmission signal that’s just begging to be noticed. And Jinx? Yeah, Jinx is noticing, thank you very much.

He turns to look at her, with his too-big, too-brown eyes, and suddenly she feels warm all over – her face especially, the skin burning beneath her hands. It takes her a second to realize he’s actually speaking to her.

“Huh?” comes her intelligible response.

He licks his lips before he repeats himself, and Jinx thinks she might be going slightly hysterical because now she can’t stop looking at his lips – at his tongue. “I asked why you’re staring at me.”

It's as if a shockingly cold breeze just blew past her. Too bad that rather than put out the flames, it just fanned them, and Jinx's face feels impossibly hotter now.

“Oh.” Her throat suddenly feels very dry. “I was just, uh, I was gonna ask you something. About a drink– I mean,” she shoots up off the couch so fast, it’s a miracle she doesn’t get motion sick, “I’m grabbing a drink. You want anything?”

He stares up at her nonplussed. “...No, I–”

She walks off before he can finish his sentence, yanking open the fridge door so he can’t see her anymore, practically shoving her face inside. Hopefully the cold refrigerator air will allow the redness of her face to subside.

Okay, get it the fuck together, Jinx thinks as she grabs a bottle of water, downing the thing like it’s a shot glass. She looks back to the living room and sees Ekko has actually started studying. God, how is she supposed to Netflix-and-chill this situation? Especially when he isn’t even aware that’s what she’s trying to do.

When she shuffles her way back into the living room, Ekko shoots her a quick smile before he turns back to the Organic Chemistry book in his hands, a furrow forming between his brows as his eyes scroll over the page.

“So…” Jinx takes a deep breath and sits down beside him, close enough for their thighs to press together and his body heat to seep right into her cold flesh. He’s always so warm, like a damn human furnace. “It’s kinda cold in here, right?”

Ekko turns to her with a frown, setting his textbook aside and asking, “You’re cold?” She startles when his hand comes to rest on her forehead. “You’re not getting sick, are you?”

Before she can so much as retort, he pulls away from her and gets up. Jinx is left dumbfounded on the couch, but before she can question what he’s doing, a throw blanket lands on her lap.

When he sits back down, they’re no longer touching. “That should help, right?” Ekko gives her a sunny smile like he just did her a great favor.

Jinx has to resist the urge to scream. “...Yep, you’re a real lifesaver.”

God, this is so stupid. Maybe she should stop beating around the bush and spell it out for him. Worst case scenario: He says no and she has to move countries and change her identity. No big deal, right?

…Nope, never mind, it is a big deal. The biggest deal, even. Because Ekko isn’t some random person she slinks up to at a party, drunk out of her mind, to ask if they’re down to fuck – not particularly invested in their answer either way.

No, regretfully, she cares what Ekko thinks of her and that makes it so much harder for her to just say it. But maybe she can…allude to it? Nudge him in the right direction, so to speak. After all, he always understands her, even when she’d rather he doesn’t; the language between them is one not limited to the spoken word, unique to the two of them.

Plus, he’s not stupid, surely he’ll get what she’s trying to say.

“Ekko,” she wrings the blanket between her hands, unable to bring herself to look at him, “I was wondering if…if you wanted to try something. Something different. With me.”

A weighty silence follows, so heavy it threatens to crush Jinx’s lungs. Then Ekko finally breaks it by answering, “Uh, well, I brought flashcards too?”

…

She takes it back, Ekko is stupid. He’s the biggest fucking idiot she’s ever met, save for herself maybe, because she must be an even bigger idiot for thinking he would take the damn hint.

Luckily, she’s spared the agony of having to formulate a response to that when her phone buzzes on the coffee table. Jinx grabs it, eager for the distraction, only to realize it’s not her phone she just grabbed but Ekko’s.

But it’s too late because she’s already read the notification.

Taliyah texted him asking if he wants to see a movie with her.

Oh, fuck this.

Jinx feels hot all over again, but it’s different this time. This is the kind that has her seeing red; the kind that makes her jaw clench and her stomach churn uncomfortably; the kind of heat that has her body moving on auto-pilot, as she pushes the blanket and Ekko’s phone aside and gets up.

She grabs that stupid textbook out of his hands and unceremoniously plops down on his lap. She holds the book out for him, meeting his befuddled stare with a sharp glare. “I said I wanted to try something different.”

“Okay…I just didn't think you meant like– like whatever this is.” Despite his words, he takes the textbook from her waiting hand.

One of his arms slings around her back as he reasserts his grip on it and Jinx takes the advantage to press closer – her body as flush against his as she can manage – before wrapping her arms around his neck.

She can feel Ekko tense beneath her, but she breezily says, “This is us reading– Well, whatever you were reading.”

He gives her an unimpressed look, his body slowly relaxing against hers. He's close enough now that she catches the scent of his body wash. It smells nice – something citrusy blended with warm spices. He always smells nice. “The chapter on Alkanes and Cycloalkanes. You know, the one on our exam.”

Jinx inquisitively hums, feigning interest as her eyes scroll over the page – something about carbon chains and halogen elements that she might have given a shit about under any other circumstance.

In reality, she's sneaking glances at Ekko, whose eyes she thinks trail down the bare skin of her stomach. It's hard to tell with his head downturned like this, though. For all she knows he could just be looking down at that stupid book instead.

The ball of anger that formed inside of her fractures, just slightly, and doubt seeps into its cracks. Maybe…maybe it’s not that Ekko can't take a hint. Perhaps he's letting her down as subtly as he can and she's the one who isn't getting it.

She swallows a disappointed sigh and shuffles to try and sit more comfortably on his lap. Ekko takes a sharp breath, but Jinx chooses to ignore it, doubling her efforts instead. Seriously, why are his thighs so damn sturdy? She should’ve grabbed a cushion or something.

He's tense beneath her again, which isn't doing her comfort levels any favors. Huffing a frustrated breath, she complains, “Sheesh, would it kill you to skip leg day once in a while?”

She starts to move again, but freezes when she feels Ekko's hand wrap around her hip – right above the waistband of her sweatpants – calloused fingers pressing into bare skin. Then he squeezes, hard enough to still her movements, and Jinx feels heat bloom low in her stomach.

“Would it kill you to stop moving?” he grumbles.

She’s barely listening, too distracted by the hand still on her hip. Because why is his hand so big that it covers the entirety of her hip bone? How the hell are his fingers on her stomach? Is that allowed? Jinx doesn't think that should be allowed.

Then her brain actually processes what he said and–

Oh.

She flushes, only then realizing what she was just doing.

Ekko looks at her as if she's grown two heads. Jinx wishes she had, maybe the extra brain would've helped her out of this mess.

“...We can talk about being turned on? You and me?” he incredulously asks.

“Yup.” Jinx sagely nods, as if she knows what the hell she's even saying at this point. Fuck it, she's already dug this hole, might as well lie in it. “So? Are you?”

“I–”

“‘Cause I am,” she interrupts. Then she has to physically resist the urge to jump off his lap and out of the window because god this is so embarrassing.

Ekko just stares at her and Jinx swears she can hear crickets chirping. Which should be impossible because it’s three p.m. and they're indoors, but she can fucking hear them because of how awkward this silence is.

“Never mind.” She pushes herself off his lap.

God, this was such a bad idea. What was she thinking? Of course Ekko doesn't want to sleep with her. He's probably never even thought of her like that–

“Wait.” His hand comes to wrap around her wrist, freezing her in place. Jinx apprehensively turns to look back at him while Ekko frowns, visibly hesitating before he continues, “I'm…not sure what's gotten into you, but if you're doing this because you're mad at me–”

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me.” Jinx scoffs and yanks herself free from his grip, crossing her arms over her chest. “Look, I get that you're trying to be tactful and all that, but I'd rather you don't play dumb and just say it to my face.”

His confusion bleeds into exasperation, which pisses her off more because how dare he act exasperated in this situation. “Say what to your face?!”

“That you don’t wanna sleep with me!” She plants her hands against the sofa back, caging Ekko between her arms – who quickly leans back, wide-eyed and startled – before she snaps, “Seriously! Why do you think I'm dressed like this?”

“But you always dre–”

“Not important! I was on a time crunch, alright? Just–” She sharply breathes in through her nose. Don't put your foot in your mouth. Jinx repeats the mantra in her head until she believes she can pull it off somehow. “...Look, if you don't wanna fuck me because– because you think it'd be gross or weird or whatever, that's fine, but at least give it to me straight.”

Jinx ignores the way her heart protests no, that would very much not be fine, actually, because she'd feel ten times shittier if Ekko agreed to sleep with her not because he wanted to, but because she guilt-tripped him into it.

“I–” He clears his throat. Jinx squeezes her eyes shut, waiting for his imminent rejection. “Right now?”

Her eyes snap back open…Is he being serious? He must be, because he looks at Jinx like she just revealed to him that the sky is actually neon green and Pengus can fly.

“No, I was hoping you could pencil me in sometime next week–” She scoffs. “Yes, right now!”

He stares at her – eyes trailing down her body, before snapping back up to her face – Jinx apprehensively stares back.

Then, catching her entirely off-guard, he simply answers, “Okay.”

“...Okay?”

“Yes? I mean–” He licks his lips. Her eyes are drawn to the action like a moth to a flame. “Wait, are you just fucking with me right now?”

She blinks, forcing herself to look up at his eyes – before quickly darting down to the tip of his nose instead, because looking straight into his eyes is somehow worse. “Well, not yet, but it’s not for a lack of trying.”

Her words startle a baffled laugh from Ekko, breaking the tension between them. Jinx soon follows, practically collapsing on top of him as she buries her face in the crook of his shoulder, shaking with laughter.

When their amusement finally dies down, she moves her head back to look at him – at the same time, he turns his head to face her. Her breath hitches at the proximity, their noses brushing against each other. He exhales, the sound sharp yet quiet. And her lips twitch when his breath brushes over them.

She forces herself to pull back a little further, and tentatively asks, “You’re not just saying yes because you feel bad, right? Because if this is a pity thing, you can go right ahead and leave.”

He blinks, startled, before he scowls, looking downright offended at the insinuation. “You think I would fuck somebody because I feel bad?”

“I don’t know! You do real weird crap sometimes, boy savior. I just…wanna be sure.” She worries her bottom lip between her teeth and Ekko’s eyes flicker down to her mouth.

She sees his throat bob, before he says, voice breathy, “Trust me, this is not a pity thing...”

“Oh,” is all she manages to answer.

One of his hands sneaks its way up to cup her jaw, thumb brushing across her cheek. His hand is so big and warm on her skin. All Jinx can think about is the fact that she wants those hands all over her.

Then he leans in, eyes slowly falling shut as he comes closer. Her heart beats so loud that she can hear it in her ears. Its insistent drum sounds like an alarm bell – anticipation and apprehension bleeding into each other until Jinx can’t separate the two.

Panic has her jerking her head back, only slightly, but the movement had been abrupt enough for Ekko’s half-hooded eyes to blink open fully, confusion muddying that beautiful face of his, and a question clear in his eyes.

Why?

But Jinx doesn’t know why either. She can barely think straight, her brain just unhelpfully screaming, danger – too close – too much – a line that shouldn’t be crossed.

She finds herself saying, “Just…not on the lips, okay?”

His jaw tics and Jinx watches his face turn frightfully neutral, his expression unreadable. Dread creeps its way up her throat and squeezes, because Ekko isn’t supposed to be hard to read. Not to her.

Eventually, he nods, just once. Jinx can feel his body relax beneath hers – the tension in his shoulders subsiding and his jaw unclenching – before he agrees, “Okay, no kissing.”

At his assent, disappointment sinks down to her stomach. Which doesn’t make sense because she’s the one who asked this of him in the first place. Ekko leans in again – hesitating before he closes the distance – pressing a soft kiss against her jaw, and the feeling ends up dissolving within the heat pooling low in her stomach.

“Is this okay?” he quietly asks, lips brushing against her skin from the proximity.

She minutely nods, a satisfied sigh escaping her when Ekko continues to lay petal soft kisses against her jaw, slowly working his way down to her neck.

Teeth graze the column of her throat and Jinx has to stifle a gasp at the feeling. Her hand shoots up to clutch his forearm – his own having slipped from cupping her jaw to holding the nape of her neck. His tongue soothes the skin he just bit, then he latches his mouth over it and sucks.

And the thought of him leaving hickeys on her skin – of him marking her – sets something alight inside of Jinx, forcing her to press her thighs together; a vain attempt to find some relief for her growing excitement.

Refusing to be left behind, she lets her hands begin to wander. The one on his forearm roams up and over to appreciate his firm bicep – fingers pressing into the curves and crevices of his skin. His arm feels soft and warm yet so solid beneath her hand.

Fuck, why is he so damn jacked? Seriously, where did the muscles come from? Jinx could tell his arms got buffier over the years, but she could've sworn he was still a twig like in high school.

Her other hand curiously roams over his chest, and yep, she can feel a hard chest and firm stomach beneath the cotton of his shirt too. She needs to get that shirt off him immediately.

She moves back to stand up. Ekko leans forward when she does, lips chasing her skin when the motion dislodges them from her neck.

The skin of her neck feels sensitive against the room’s air now, but Jinx couldn’t care less about that. Not when all she can focus on is Ekko, who looks up at her – lips parted and eyes dazed – with his hands lingering on the back of her thighs as he subtly beckons her closer.

She feels entirely too giddy seeing him like that. The feeling startles a giggle from her. (Jinx giggling? What the fuck is he doing to her?) She leans forward to cup his face in her hands and teases, “Slow down there, buster. I’m not going anywhere.”

He blinks as if woken from a trance, clearing his throat before he responds, “So…what do you want to do?”

“Right now,” she licks her lips, hands trailing down to his shoulders, “I wanna get that shirt off you.”

Ekko reaches down for the hem of his shirt, but Jinx pulls his hands away and disapprovingly tuts, “Hey, I said I wanna get it off, didn’t I?”

“Fuck–” He quickly pulls his hands back as if burned. “I mean, yeah, shit, go ahead.”

Jinx has never seen him splutter like this before and can’t help but laugh at the sight, even as she moves forward to kneel on the couch, bracketing his thighs. “You nervous?”

“No, more like–” His muscles twitch when her nails tease his stomach below his shirt. “More like I, uh, wasn’t expecting the afternoon to go like this?”

There’s nothing amusing about the way he looks up at her now. Something in his eyes – big, and brown, and much too easy to get lost in – almost makes it seem like…like…Jinx doesn’t really know what it seems like, truth be told. All she knows is that it’s too much.

She swallows, throat suddenly dry, and hurries to pull his shirt over his head. And god, seeing Ekko without a shirt on is doing nothing for the dryness in her throat. At least another part of her body isn’t dry at the sight, far from it, actually.

She tosses his shirt aside like an afterthought, not looking away from him as she does. Not like she could even if, for some inconceivable reason, she’d have wanted to. He looks up at her with that unfairly beautiful face of his, mouth slightly agape.

Jinx can’t stop herself from running her thumb over his plush lips. And then she’s suddenly overwhelmed by want, but can’t place what for exactly. She digs her teeth into her own lower lip, trying to get some sort of satisfaction for the feeling – a woefully lacking fix.

Then Ekko pulls her wayward thumb between his lips – eyes flickering up to look directly into hers – and he sucks, tongue roving the pad of her finger.

Jinx is fairly certain her brain short-circuits.

Her heart skips a beat when he quirks an amused eyebrow at how stupid she must look right now, with her mouth agape.

He releases the digit with a wet pop. It feels so cold now it's no longer in the warm, wet cavern of his mouth.

Said mouth pulls into a smirk as he leans his head back against the couch. The movement pulls the muscles of his neck taut when he teases back, “You nervous?”

Indignation snaps her out of her stupor. She scoffs, “You wish,” and moves to straddle him properly.

She may have made sure to roll her hips a little (intentionally this time) after pressing them flush against his. And she may have also had to fight back a smile upon feeling his hands wrap around her waist in response.

“Gonna take a lot more than that,” she lets her hands rove over his chest, teasing his nipple with her still-wet thumb, “if you’re trying to make me speechless.”

Ekko releases a shaky breath at the sensation, but Jinx can barely relish the sound before he leans in closer – close enough for their noses to brush and their breaths to mingle when he says, “That a challenge?”

How unfair. Jinx can’t even press her thighs together in search of relief for the excitement his question elicits. Instead, she just coolly responds, “Hm, only if you can handle it.”

“...Don't bite off more than you can chew.”

Jinx can see a fire kindling in his eyes, and she knows Ekko, knows his temper and that her words make him want to prove something; make him want to rise to the occasion – and sadly, she’s always enjoyed starting fires a little too much. So she’ll stoke the flames, even if she risks getting caught in them.

After all, that’s part of the thrill, isn’t it?

She snorts. “Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do then? ‘Cause right now I'm hearing all bark, no bi–”

Her words cut off into a yelp when gravity suddenly shifts around her and she finds herself lying flat on her back, Ekko on top of her, hands squeezing her hips.

At her wide-eyed surprise, he has the nerve to laugh. “Speechless already?”

She scowls, grabbing his hands and moving them straight to squeeze her chest. “Not even close.” His throat bobs, but she can't even tease him about it before he leans down to press a kiss on her midriff, right below her shirt, and brushes his thumbs over her nipples.

“Guess I'll have to bring my A-game, then.” His breath washes over her skin and the warmth of it spreads through her entire body. Especially when he moves his hands to slip them beneath her shirt, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. “Can I–”

Before he can finish his sentence, Jinx sits up – so quickly that their heads nearly knock into each other – pulling her shirt over her head and exposing her breasts to the warm afternoon sun. And to Ekko, who just stares but doesn't say anything.

Jinx knows she's doesn't have a lot of real estate in the chest department, but it's never been something she's self-conscious about (despite hoping in middle school that she might be a late bloomer before cutting her losses when she turned seventeen). Yet here she is, struggling not to fidget under Ekko's intense gaze.

Insecurity rears its ugly head again, and it has her digging her nails into the sofa cushioning while she tries to joke, “Not chickening out, are you?”

He blinks, then his eyes snap back up to hers. The scalding way he looks at her is answer enough, with pupils blown so wide they swallow the caramel of his iris.

It's still nice to receive verbal confirmation though, when he answers, “Definitely not, was just appreciating the view.” He presses a kiss against her sternum, his next words almost slurred, with his lips still on her skin. “‘S a view worth ‘preciating, trust me…”

She flushes at the compliment, strangely affected in a way she has never been before. Ekko can probably feel how fast her heart beats beneath his mouth. How embarrassing.

Mercifully, he says nothing, his lips too busy traveling from her sternum to her breast – gently urging her to lie back down – and then she’s too preoccupied with how good that feels to be embarrassed about much of anything.

His tongue brushes over her nipple, hot and wet, while his hand makes sure to lavish her other breast with equal attention – cupping the entirety of it and circling her areola until her nipple stiffens to match its twin in Ekko's mouth.

“So damn pretty,” he sighs, moving to grasp one of her hands and pressing a kiss to its palm, “could just touch you like this all day,” then he moves to the inside of her wrist and sucks at the delicate skin there.

Jinx feels like she can't breathe. Especially not when he moves his attention back to her torso, lips pressing reverent kisses onto her skin – scars, freckles, all of it – hands roaming over her curves as if he's trying to memorize the shape of her through touch alone.

The thought has her moaning and burying her fingers in his locs. Or maybe it’s actually because he’s firmly wrapped his mouth over her breast now, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin as he sucks on it.

Jinx isn't sure anymore, pleasure, soft and heady, melting her every thought until she's left with only desire – the feeling dripping down to the base of her spine like honey.

His hands are like a brand on her body – searing pleasure into her very bones wherever they pass over bare skin – mouth sucking hickeys into nearly every strip of skin it touches. Jinx can see the dark, angry marks bloom on her chest, her stomach, even her wrist (and she can feel the ones on her neck).

Fuck, his hands are so big. And isn't he a little too good with his mouth? She wonders what those hands – what that tongue ⁠— would feel like should they travel further south…

It’s downright embarrassing how turned on she is. Jinx has never gotten this worked up just from having someone kiss and touch her skin a little. But as her need grows and grows, Ekko moves at the same pace; soft, gentle, and so sweet.

But it's not enough. Not when he has her this embarrassingly worked up with so little effort. And certainly not when he claimed he could leave her speechless.

She tugs at his hair hard enough to pull his mouth off her breast – a string of saliva breaking from where he was still valiantly sucking on it. Ekko groans when she does, and god, she needs him to make that sound again. Preferably louder.

At the sight of him, her own desire reflected in his dark eyes and reddened lips, it takes her a moment to find her voice. “...That all you got, lover boy?”

She wraps her legs around his waist to pull him closer, pressing their hips together, and they both quietly moan at the feeling. Her walls squeeze down on nothing, woefully empty, when she feels the hard outline of him against her center.

Strong arms wrap around her middle, pressing her naked chest flush against his, (and a primal part of her mind screams, yes, good, need this while he’s inside me) pulling her upright until she's straddling him.

Unimpressed at her words, he raises an eyebrow and shoots back, “Patience isn't your strong suit, is it?”

“Pot-kettle much?” she scoffs, nails digging into his shoulders as petty revenge.

Ekko hisses in response, then simply brushes his knuckles over her spine, up and down the length of it. She fails to suppress a shiver at the touch. “I'm patient enough when it really counts.”

“Not sure that's a good thing, buster.” Jinx doesn't even think she sounds believable, not when his other hand moves down to squeeze her ass, grip firm enough to make her breath stutter. “Too much patience and I just might fall asleep before I c–”

Two of his fingers press against her mouth, cutting off her words. She blinks, startled.

“Suck.” It's not a question, it's a demand. All Jinx can do is open her mouth and listen, suddenly deliriously turned on as she dutifully takes his fingers into her mouth. She makes sure to firmly lap her tongue against the digits while she sucks down, looking up at him through wide eyes.

“Fuck,” he breathes, brows knitting together, “that's so good.” Jinx hums around his fingers at the praise, eagerly sucking down harder. Then he's pulling his fingers out of her mouth and gently tugging on her thighs.

“Sit back down for me.” He nods to the couch, loosening her legs from where they're wrapped around his waist. “Gotta make you come before you fall asleep, right?”

She lets Ekko sit her down against the back of her couch while the last of her functioning brain cells reboot. Then her face flushes because…what the hell was that? Jinx has never let someone tell her what to do in bed and actually listened.

He presses a kiss against her cheek. Her breath hitches at the gesture, sweet and gentle. Just like him, unfortunately.

She turns her head to face him. They’re close enough for her to count his lashes, and the individual flecks of brown in his eyes, partly hidden by dilated pupils. Her eyes rove over him; over defined cheekbones and a strong jawline; over full lips and a lovely nose.

Then down his body, the shape of him – lean yet sturdy – almost sinfully attractive, form carved out by firm muscles. Her eyes get caught on the V line of his hips, and the slight, dark trail of hair between it, starting below his navel and getting cut off by his jeans.

Life really is cruel. Why did it give Jinx a best friend this unfairly hot?

“You okay?” His voice sounds distant even though he's still so close.

Jinx forces herself to nod, pressing her thighs together as her need grows. The thought of him not touching her where she wants him becomes unbearable.

“You gonna put your money where your mouth is?” She means for it to be a taunt, but her voice is barely a whisper.

“Alright,” he huffs an amused breath while his fingers, still wet with her spit, tease the skin of her stomach, “spread your legs then.”

She does. Embarrassingly fast, if she's being honest. Luckily, he doesn't say anything, just tugs at the band of her sweatpants. Fingers slipping down–

“Just your fingers?” The question comes out more petulantly than she'd hoped.

Ekko pauses, then he just smirks and answers, “Don't need more than that to make you come.”

Jinx glares at him and lies, “Don't get cocky now, it's not attractive,” because unfortunately it's actually very attractive.

“Hm.” He tilts his head to the side, gaze critical. Then his hand slips beneath both her sweats and panties. Large, wet fingers find her clit and Jinx gasps at the feeling. “That attractive enough for you?”

She can't respond, too busy biting her lip to muffle her voice. His touch is firm and steady, drawing unceasing circles over her clit that leave her struggling to keep her breathing even, chest rising and falling, quick and unsteady, the longer he keeps going.

Jinx shifts to twine her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of it. Ekko moves with her easily – always strangely in tune with her like that – moving his free hand around her back to grip her inner thigh, keeping her legs open for him.

His fingers move lower, through her folds, and down to tease her entrance. Her inner walls flutter at the feeling, desperate to be filled.

“Damn.” She feels his voice more than she hears it. Everywhere they're pressed together, the sound of it reverberates right through her. “Wouldn't have made you suck on my fingers if I knew you were already this wet.”

She raises her head just slightly, lips brushing against his neck when she starts, “So–” she takes a shaky breath when he coats her clit with her own juices, teasing the nub again, “–do something about it.”

“Want it that bad?”

She does. She really does. She's not about to tell him that though, so she raises her head further, moving to tug his earlobe between her teeth, before she breathes, “Don't be a tease…”

Ekko doesn't respond, but she feels the hand on her thigh tighten; feels his fingers dig firmly into her skin even through the sturdy material of her sweatpants. Then he finally, finally slips a finger inside.

She’s so embarrassingly wet there's no resistance, her body immediately responding to accommodate by stretching around the digit as he slips it deeper inside – until he’s buried to the third knuckle.

He tries to pull his finger back and her body immediately protests, walls clenching around him and her hips bucking forward into his touch.

“Shit,” he hisses, “you're so fucking tight.”

“Jus’ hurry…” Jinx whines against his neck, bucking her hips intentionally this time.

“Well,” he pauses to press a kiss on her shoulder, “since you asked so nicely.”

He moves in earnest now, finger fucking in and out of her steadily.

Ekko is laser-focused on her reactions, alternating speeds with every whine and twitch of her hips to see how he can draw more reactions from her.

Then he curls his finger and Jinx cries out, pleasure jolting through her like a current of electricity, making her toes curl and her vision white out for a second.

She only realizes she bit down on his shoulder when he groans into her ear.

“Still good?” Somehow, he sounds as affected as she feels.

She unlatches her teeth from his neck, pulling back only far enough so her words don't get lost against his skin, and murmurs, “Need more…”

He obliges easily enough, and a satisfied sigh leaves her at the feel of his index joining his middle finger, stretching her out further. God, his fingers are so big compared to hers, going deeper and spreading her wider than her own ever could.

After that, Jinx no longer needs to speak. Ekko doesn't ask anything of her, just occasionally groans, “So damn tight…” or “Did I make you that wet?”

His words are almost as effective as his movements, fingers going in and out, hard and fast, continuously pressing into the spot that makes her hips buck into his touch; that makes her thighs twitch beneath his solid grip; that draws a litany of moans and curses from her gasping mouth.

It feels good. It feels so fucking good, in fact, that Jinx can only wonder where he learned to make her feel so good in the first place.

But the thought is quickly lost to her (and any thoughts for that matter) when his other hand slips off her thigh and down her sweats too, fingers reaching down to tease her clit in tandem with his movements.

Jinx is climbing fast – so fast she can hardly breathe, nails digging into Ekko's shoulders in a desperate bid to stay afloat. Pleasure becomes an overwhelming thing – her body caught between pulling away and leaning into his touch because too much, not enough, good, bad, so good, too good, fuck.

Ekko holds her steady through it while keeping up that unrelenting pace that's quickly becoming too much; both the anchor keeping her secure and the roaring waves that threaten to drown her to begin with.

Then it overtakes her and she's crashing.

Jinx thinks she might be screaming, but she can't tell anymore. Her body moves outside of her control, shuddering, back arching off the sofa, toes curling tight.

She bites down on Ekko's shoulder again in a pitiful attempt to control how loud her voice is. If he minds, she can't tell. He just keeps fingering her through her orgasm, only slowing down when she relaxes her grip on his shoulders. Even then he keeps going, though.

Eventually, Jinx is forced to wrap a shaky hand around his wrist so he'll actually stop, and those violent waves finally wane until she just feels a steady throb in her center in the aftermath of her orgasm.

A whimper flees her throat when he pulls his fingers out of her. He kisses her shoulder in response, before pulling back to look at her – only slightly, Jinx doesn't let him get very far, suddenly cold everywhere he isn't touching.

He makes sure their eyes connect when he puts the fingers he just had inside of her in his mouth, sucking off her juices. “You taste good,” he hums, leaning in closer until their lips are scarcely apart. Her eyes automatically fall shut, heart racing in her chest.

Then he moves to kiss her cheek before pulling back, and Jinx has to bite the inside of it to suppress her disappointment, eyes fluttering open again to look at him.

He quirks an amused eyebrow. “Can't talk?”

Jinx blinks, awareness comes back to her slowly, but when it does she immediately scowls. “Don’t flatter yourself.” If only her voice didn't come out as a croak.

Ekko just laughs, bright, and genuine, and almost…giddy. And despite her indignation, she’s getting that fuzzy feeling in her chest again and can’t stop a smile from creeping on her own face.

“Stop laughing,” she weakly complains, smacking his shoulder.

He does, in fact, not stop. Head thrown back as he laughs even harder and Jinx is just caught staring at the column of his throat. She can already see teeth marks form above his collarbone and angry little crescents on his shoulders, and suddenly she's overcome by the desire to leave more marks on him. Preferably where everyone can see.

Jinx leans forward to press a kiss on the bite mark, shifting her hand down to squeeze his inner thigh, and Ekko's laughter dies down. She kisses her way up his neck, rubbing her hand across his thigh, until she reaches his ear and whispers, “My turn.”

She can hear him swallow, and feels the slight nod of his head before he moves to lean back on the couch–

The couch.

That midnight blue, velvet lounge sofa. She has that stupid fucking description memorized because Caitlyn wouldn't stop droning on about how perfect it would be for their living area when she picked it out.

…And Jinx now realizes she just let Ekko finger her into an orgasm on said sofa.

Well.

What Caitlyn doesn't know won't kill her, right?

“But not here,” she manages to say, after rubbing together her last functioning brain cells that aren't catastrophically horny.

She clears her throat and pulls at Ekko's arm so he'll sit upright again. “C'mere. We should go to my room, just in case,” she casts a meaningful glance at the front door, “you know...”

“Oh.” He sits up very quickly at that, wincing once he’s put two and two together. “Yeah, good idea.”

Without further ceremony (but with a fair amount of awkwardness) they get up off the couch and Jinx pulls Ekko by the hand into her bedroom.

Even if Vi promised to stay out as late as possible, knowing her sister, she might have just completely forgotten. Or she's left something at home and will suddenly have to turn back to get it. All while Jinx has Ekko naked on the couch.

Jinx shudders at the thought, quickly slamming her door shut and turning the lock, just in case.

She hears a quiet thud and looks over her shoulder to see Ekko has tossed both their shirts over her desk chair. Oh. That's smart. Jinx would've thought to grab them herself had she not lost all higher brain function earlier.

She locates her phone on her desk, fiddling with the settings so she can connect it to her mini speaker, putting on some mellow RnB music (that's honestly more Ekko's taste than it is hers) and turning the volume as high as she can. Again, just in case.

Large, warm hands wrap around her waist, and Jinx immediately melts into the touch. “Setting the mood?” Ekko jokes, pressing a kiss against her shoulder blade.

She drops her phone with an eye roll before turning in his arms to set her hands on his shoulders. Jinx steps forward, and Ekko follows, automatically walking backward until the back of his legs bump into the bedframe.

She pushes him back, and he lets her easily enough, a small ‘oof’ escaping him when he lands on his back. Ekko looks much too composed for her liking, amusement dancing in his eyes as he moves to sit upright, leaning back on his hands.

“Why bother?” she muses, trailing an unhurried hand down his chest – nails teasing his skin – only stopping when she reaches that little trail of hair that gets cut off by his waistband. “Pretty sure you’re already in the mood.”

“So what are you gonna do about it?” The words trail off into a hiss when Jinx runs an idle finger over the bugle visibly poking out between his legs.

“Oh?” That idle finger turns into a palm that strokes the hard outline of him through the material of his jeans. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Honestly?” He pauses to lick his lips. “You can do whatever the hell you want to me.”

Jinx is again caught staring at his mouth, overcome by that strange, foreign desire. She pushes the feeling down and just complains, “You’re no fun to tease,” squeezing firmly at his bulge just to be petty.

He gasps out a laugh. “Just being honest.”

She hums in consideration, pulling his thighs apart so she can kneel between them, musing, “And I suppose you want a reward or something?” while fiddling with his zipper.

“I want whatever you’ll give.” He reaches down to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. The action makes her tilt her head up curiously. Ekko looks almost solemn, expression serious when he continues, “Seriously…we can stop if you don’t want to do this.”

Fuzzy feelings again. Jinx has been getting them more often lately and they’re becoming very annoying. Outwardly, she just scoffs and pops open his jean button. “Getting cold feet?”

“Not at all.” He raises his hips just so, allowing her to pull his pants down. “Just…don't wanna be too much, I guess?”

“Be too much,” she bluntly answers. “I'm not made of glass, Ekko. Can handle whatever you throw my way, trust me.”

“I do trust you.” He strokes her hair. Jinx has to resist the urge to lean into his touch, fiddling with the band of his briefs to distract from the strange flutter it elicits in her chest. “But tell me if you don’t like something, okay?”

Jinx seriously doubts he could do anything she wouldn’t like at this point, but she still nods in assent. “You too. Takes two to tango, right?”

“You're right.” He smiles at that, nodding down to her hands still on his underwear. “Now, wasn't it your turn or something?”

“Why?” she asks, idly tracing the text on his boxers. “You want it that bad?”

He moves his hand from her hair to her chin, tilting her head up so she’s forced to look up at him. Jinx hates how hot she finds that. “You know the lines aren't as effective if you're just stealing mine, right?”

“...Just raise your hips, smartass.” She tugs at his boxers harder than necessary, letting her nails scrape against his hip bones in the process.

Luckily, he doesn't seem to have any more retorts after that, just lets his hand fall back down on the bed to tilt his hips up so Jinx can pull his underwear down. His cock – large and heavy – springs free, bobbing at the pull of fabric before coming to rest against Ekko's stomach.

Jinx has always been one to jump the gun, so she doesn't waste time to set her hands on his thighs and lay her tongue flat against the base of his cock. She licks a stripe up the length of him, feeling it twitch against her tongue, before pressing a kiss against his head.

“The kiss is for good luck,” she cheerily supplies.

“Why am I attracted to you?” His voice comes out slightly shaky. Jinx isn't even sure he meant to say that out loud.

“Oh, are you now?” She hopes she sounds more detached than she feels, but her face is burning and her heart is beating so loud she wonders if even Ekko can hear it.

She wraps her mouth around the head of his cock before he can answer. If she sucks his dick good enough maybe he won't notice how affected she is.

Attraction is a strange concept to her. Sure, people can be attractive, but that never really means anything to Jinx personally. Which is what makes it so infuriatingly puzzling that Ekko's attractiveness – and the thought of him being attracted to her in turn – does.

“Obviously,” he gasps, one of his hands tangling in her hair when she swirls her tongue. “You think we'd be here otherwise?”

Jinx…honestly isn't sure. Sex is just a thing people do – that she does because, ideally, it feels nice. Nothing more, nothing less. For all she knows, Ekko just agreed because he was in the mood and she just so happened to ask at the right time.

But if he's saying he agreed because she’s the one who asked, because he feels attracted to her specifically, then…

Then what? She doesn't know, but that train of thought feels dangerous, somehow, so she shuts it down and redoubles her efforts on making Ekko feel good instead.

With one hand still gripping his thigh for support, she firmly grasps his cock with the other, focusing on licking up the entirety of him over and over again, tongue tracing every vein on the thick, hot length.

She can feel the flex of his hip muscles, straining with effort to stay still. And the hand in her hair is gentle, passive, infuriatingly so. Jinx wants him to come undone; wants that control of his to snap; wants to make him feel so good he loses all inhibitions.

She lavishes the flared head with one last lick, swirling her tongue around it before lapping up a bead of precome leaking from the slit. Ekko groans above her, thigh twitching beneath her hand.

Emboldened, Jinx wraps her lips around the head properly, looking up at him through hooded eyes as she slowly takes him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

She can't take the entirety of him in her mouth – not yet at least – so she settles for wrapping her hand around his length instead. Then she works her mouth and hand in tandem, bobbing her head up and down while pumping the rest of him.

Her jaw aches from how wide she has to open her mouth, but it's worth it to see the way pleasure washes over Ekko's face, brows knitting together and his mouth falling open in a silent gasp at the sight of her – on her knees and looking up at him, while she swallows him down as far as she can.

“Fuck,” he whines, fingers carding soothingly through her hair, “you look so pretty sucking my dick like that…”

Jinx hums in satisfaction at the praise, the vibrations of it going straight to Ekko's cock, making him groan above her. She presses her thighs together as desire blooms anew between her legs. How the hell is she so affected? It hasn't even been ten minutes since she came.

But the sight of him coming undone above her enthralls her. It spurs her to keep going, to try and unravel him more with only her mouth and hands; to try and take him further into her mouth, forcing her throat to relax as she takes him a little deeper with every downward motion of her head.

“God, that fucking mouth…” His voice is as strained as his thighs, but they remain unmoving beneath her hand despite her best efforts. Jinx wishes he'd stop holding back, and is determined to make him.

She hollows her cheeks and sucks harder, reveling in how Ekko throws his head back with a long groan, his breaths coming out shallower – shakier now. But it's still not enough.

Jinx sets both her hands on his thighs for support and takes him further. She keeps going, taking shallow, measured breaths through her nose – even when tears threaten to form at the corners of her eyes – until she reaches that soft trail of hair leading up to his stomach.

“Fuck!” Finally, his hips buck up into her mouth and his hand digs into her hair hard enough for it to sting, the pleasure-pain of it making her toes curl and her nails scratch at his thighs.

Then he abruptly pulls his hand away and Jinx mourns the loss of contact. “Shit– Sorry,” he hisses, “I didn't mean to–”

Frustrated, she releases his cock with a wet pop, lips still pressed against the length when she slurs, voice hoarse, “Don’ apologize…I liked it…so just…” she presses a kiss against the underside of his cock, “do whatever you want with me.”

A tentative hand sneaks its way back up the base of her scalp, firmly gripping her hair now. “Yeah?” he asks, voice soft and rough.

“Mhmm…” God, his voice. Jinx honestly thinks he could talk her straight into an orgasm. “An’ keep talking too…”

He uses his grip on her hair to pull her head back, forcing her to look up at him. “You like it when I talk to you?”

Arousal pools between her legs at the question, her underwear definitely ruined at this point, but she forgoes answering him. Instead, she opens her mouth wide and lays her tongue flat beneath the head of his cock.

She keeps her eyes locked on his, both a dare and an invitation. And Ekko no longer hesitates to take it, slapping his cock against her tongue before guiding her to wrap her lips around him again.

“That's it,” he coaxes, pushing her head down on his cock. “Fuck, you're amazing. You want all of it?”

Jinx hums around his length, eagerly swallowing more until she feels him pressing against the back of her throat. Then Ekko finally, finally takes advantage of his grip on her hair and fucks into her mouth.

His cock feels so big going in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat over and over again. Her walls clench down in excitement at the thought of it filling her pussy like this, stretching it out and pressing deep inside.

Jinx can barely breathe – can barely think – her lungs on fire and her vision blurring as she struggles not to choke on his length. And she loves it; loves watching him use her to get himself off; loves watching his chest heave and his face contort with pleasure; loves seeing the hand not fisting her hair clenched in the sheets.

She wants to sear the image into her brain, wants to remember what he looks like when he comes undone because of her.

“Fuck,” he groans between labored breaths, “that's it…That's a good girl. Swallowing me down with that pretty little mouth…”

She can feel the tears that had formed earlier roll down her cheeks, and she lets them, uncaring. How could Jinx care when she can tell she's almost pushed Ekko over the edge? When he's talking to her so sweetly?

He's thrusting into her mouth more frantically now, cock twitching against her tongue, and thighs tensing beneath her hands. He grips her hair painfully tight, and all she can think is good, and big, and hurts so good, and want it inside.

“Shit– Wait. Hold on. I'm gonna…gonna come–” he grinds out, abruptly pulling her mouth from his cock.

Jinx does no such thing. She just leans forward again to greedily wrap her lips around his head, making sure she maintains eye contact when she moves her hand to stroke the rest of him.

“Fuck, you want me to come in your mouth?” His voice comes out shaky, thumbs brushing the tears from her face. Jinx just sucks harder – strokes faster – so desperate to see and feel his climax, it’s as if his pleasure is her own.

Then he moans loudly, the sound like music to her ears, and she feels him twitching in her hand, in her mouth, as he empties himself on her tongue. She can't take her eyes off him, his head thrown back in bliss, the muscles in his neck cording, and the ones in his abdomen contracting as Jinx works him through his orgasm.

She doesn't stop until a shaky hand finds its way to her shoulder, gently pushing her back while he groans from overstimulation.

He collapses flat on his back when she finally releases his cock. It drops down against his stomach, still hard but clearly spent, and Jinx can't resist leaning forward to press one last peck against it even when Ekko's blunt nails scratch against her shoulder.

Jinx is suddenly peeved that her signature lipstick is non-transferable. She should’ve picked a bolder color for today; one that leaves its mark, so she could see evidence all over Ekko's body of the places her lips traveled.

That disappointment doesn't stop her from kissing her way up his body, though, lips languidly trailing from his pelvis up to his neck, before she moves to rest her head on his shoulder.

Ekko turns to face her, his labored breathing having subsided. His hand comes up to stroke her cheek, brushing stray strands of hair from her face. It’s a simple gesture, but it feels so intimate that her heart aches.

Then he licks his lips and asks, “You got any water?”

Jinx blinks, startled. “Uh, yeah,” she croaks, rolling to lie on her back and away from his touch. “On the nightstand.”

Ekko heaves himself upright with a groan and she tries to ignore how cold she suddenly feels without him in her space. He grabs the water bottle from her nightstand and unscrews the cap before he expectantly holds it out to her.

Oh. That's…considerate. Then again, of course it is. She's talking about Ekko here. She moves to sit up straight and grabs the bottle, taking a generous swig. The liquid washes down her tender throat like a balm.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, handing the bottle back to him.

While Ekko busies himself rehydrating, she lets her eyes shamelessly rove over his naked body, realizing he must’ve properly undressed in the meantime. A sheen of sweat makes his muscles gleam in the late afternoon sun and his cock is still half-hard between his legs.

Jinx is suddenly very aware of the aching matter still present between her own legs.

“So, can you still go or…?” she cautiously questions, shifting to rub her thighs together.

It’s almost comical how he glares at her over the water bottle. A stray drop of liquid drips down his chin when he pulls it off his mouth, and Jinx wants to get up and lick it off.

He nods towards the headboard, “Just lie your ass back down,” and screws the bottle shut, putting it back on her nightstand.

“Okay, okay,” she laughs, shuffling back until she’s comfortably resting on her elbows. Ekko soon follows, knees sinking into the mattress while he tugs at her sweatpants. “Didn't think you'd get so pissy, sheesh.”

“I'm not pissy.” He rolls his eyes while Jinx lifts her hips off the bed so he can pull off her sweatpants and underwear in one fell swoop. “Let me return the favor?” he asks, hands returning to stroke soothing patterns against her thighs.

“Please,” she breathes, spreading her legs for him.

The blatant desire in his eyes as they rove over her body charms her as much as it flusters her. Jinx ignores both feelings, instead focusing on how his hands begin to roam over her skin – one wandering to the junction of her thigh, before his thumb flicks at her folds. The touch is featherlight but pointed enough to make her breath hitch.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he marvels, moving to lie on his stomach so he can swing her legs over his shoulders, “every part of you.” He presses a kiss on her inner thigh. “Like here.” Then one on the delicate skin below her belly button, making her tummy twitch. “And here.” When he presses a kiss directly on her pussy, Jinx barely catches his next words over her own gasp. “And especially here.”

Then his tongue darts out, licking long, broad stripes from her entrance up to her clit, over and over again, until she’s struggling to keep her breathing even.

“Ekko ...” she whines, hips bucking up into his mouth. Ekko just wraps an arm around her thigh to still her unruly hips and laps up her wetness.

He's relentless in his attention, those brown eyes locked on hers, pinning her in place and watching every shift in her expression as his tongue flicks over her clit until he finds a pattern that leaves her panting for air. Then he wraps his lips around the aching bud and sucks.

Jinx moans, loud and needy, pleasure coursing up her spine like lightning, making her back arch off the bed, while her hand shoots down to dig into his hair. That draws a throaty groan from him, the sound reverberating straight through her center.

It feels so good. Jinx was an idiot for thinking the sex might be bad. The sex is great. Amazing, even. And she briefly thinks that might be a problem, but then he slips two fingers inside of her – her pussy so wet, it offers no resistance – and she’s not thinking much of anything anymore.

He plays her like a fiddle – talented tongue flicking just so, large fingers curling against all the right spots – drawing curses and moans from her mouth like a song. He curls his fingers at the same time he flicks his tongue over her clit and Jinx positively howls, fingers tugging at his hair painfully hard at the torturous pleasure; to pull him closer or to push him away, she isn't sure anymore.

She wants more, but it's too much. It feels so good it's almost overbearing. A hedonistic contradiction that leaves her head spinning from desire.

Ekko just keeps going, moaning along with her; as if the act of getting her off gets him off too. She keens at the sight of his head buried between her thighs. His eyes closed and brows furrowed as he eats her out with a single-minded focus that has her clenching her fists so tight her fingers ache.

The hand digging into her hip bone loosens, instead wandering up to squeeze her breast. Jinx's hips immediately buck up into Ekko's face, outside of her control.

“Ekko…Ahh…I'm– Fuck! Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop,” she chants, too far gone to formulate her needs more coherently than that.

Ekko just hums in response, eats her out more enthusiastically. Two fingers become three and the delicious stretch threatens to send her over the edge. Jinx grinds into his face frantically, fucking herself onto his fingers, desperately chasing that high, wanting – no, needing more, more, more, more–

He curls his fingers into the right spot again and her release hits her like a battering ram. It slams into her so hard it steals all the air from her lungs, her mouth opening in a breathless scream and her thighs instinctively clamping shut over Ekko's ears.

Her second orgasm feels so much more intense than the first, feels like it goes on forever. Jinx doesn't know if she wants it to last longer or if she wants it to end quicker. Her body is at a loss too; back arching off the bed while her heels dig into Ekko's back; her walls squeezing tight around his fingers while her hands push his head away.

Ekko, who is apparently merciless in this aspect, fucks his fingers into her faster and greedily laps up her wetness as she comes on his tongue – doesn't stop until he's reduced her to quiet sobs and trembling thighs, inner walls contracting around his fingers as her body works through the aftermath of her orgasm.

It feels like she's run a fucking marathon when he finally pulls away. Her legs are weak as they unceremoniously drop from his shoulders, and her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath. And through the haze and exhaustion, all she can think is: Where the fuck did he learn to do all that?

It's only when Ekko bursts out into laughter between her legs that Jinx realizes she asked that out loud.

“I just like making you feel good,” he kisses her thigh, before moving up to rest his head on her stomach, “so I paid attention to what did.”

Her hands have loosened their iron grip on his locs, instead, they roam over his fade, fascinated by the texture against the pads of her fingers.

At his response, she scoffs, “Yeah, right,” fingers tracing the zigzag pattern by his temple, “bet you liked learning how to make other people feel good too.”

He rolls his eyes, the mannerism at odds with the way he leans into her touch. “Yeah? And you just learned how to suck dick like that through osmosis?”

She scowls. He has a point, but Jinx feels robbed somehow, knowing that other people got to experience this first, got to see and feel him like this before she did. It's not fair. So instead, she pulls her hands away and responds, “Just shut up.”

“Hey, don't dish out if you can't take it.” He pulls himself up with a grunt, and Jinx's stupid, treacherous body somehow gets excited all over again when his cock brushes directly against her pussy, breath hitching at the feeling.

“...I can take it,” she murmurs, her quiet moan blending with Ekko's when she tilts her hips up against his. She swallows, before continuing, unsure, “I mean– Unless, you–”

“You better not ask me if I'm having second thoughts again,” he interrupts, eyes pointedly glancing down, where Jinx can feel his hardness pressing against her, “because at this point, I think the answer is pretty obvious.”

She follows his line of sight, sees his cock, fully hard again, nestled against her folds. Fuck, he’s so big. She needs to know what it feels like when he's inside of her. What it feels like when the full length of him spreads her wide, how deep it'll go.

“But,” at the sound of his voice, her eyes flicker back up to his face, “do you have condoms? ‘Cause I didn't exactly come prepared for…all this.”

“Hm?” Jinx blinks. “Oh. Yeah. Gimme a sec.”

She twists her body so she can open her nightstand from her position on the bed. Ekko dutifully leans back above her, giving her space to rummage through the drawer.

And to keep rummaging.

…This has to be a fucking joke, right?

“...Do you not–” Ekko startles when, in frustration, Jinx slams the drawer shut and yanks open the one below it instead. “Do you not have condoms?”

“I do! Just give me a sec,” she snaps, because she knows she has them. She hasn't had sex in months, how the fuck would she have run out? Where they are is an entirely different matter, though.

“I mean,” Ekko starts, leaning forward to help her pull open the final drawer (it's broken, stupid thing always gets stuck), “we don't have to–”

Jinx whips her head around to glare at him sharply enough to startle him into silence.

“You been tested?” she asks, slamming the drawer back shut without breaking eye contact.

Ekko looks apprehensive, but supplies, “Yeah? I'm good, but, I mean–”

“Well, so am I. And I'm on birth control for a reason. So…” The reason being period cramps, actually, but not getting pregnant is a useful bonus.

Ekko remains quiet above her and Jinx worries for a moment that he might say no, before he responds, “...You're not baby-trapping me, right? ‘Cause if you are, you should at least have the decency to wait until we graduate.”

“Oh my fucking god, will you just shut up and fuck me?” she groans, burying her head in her hands.

She feels him shaking with laughter on top of her and moves one of her hands to weakly smack his shoulder.

“Sorry,” he laughs, even as he leans back on his haunches and pulls her thighs apart, “just never done it without a condom before.”

“Me neither,” her breath hitches when he drags his cock through her folds, the head bumping against her clit, “but…I trust you.”

And she might feel the slightest bit of satisfaction at the admission, the fact that he's never done this before; that she at least got to take this one first from him that no one else has.

“Yeah,” he answers, brown eyes locking her into place, “me too…”

Jinx flushes, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. She tries to focus on the drag of his cock instead, as he coats himself with her wetness. “Will you put it in already?” she complains over the beat of her own heart.

Ekko raises a critical eyebrow, continuing to rub his length through her folds. “No one ever taught you manners?”

Indignation flares inside of her at his words, worsened by the fact that he's not inside of her instead. She digs her nails into the skin of his knees, and grinds out, “Put. It. In.”

He lets out an affirmative hum and just slaps his cock against her pussy, the sensation maddening against her sensitive clit. “Ask nicely.”

Pride has her biting the inside of her cheek, refusing to beg, but Ekko doesn't cave. He moves his cock back and forth, maddeningly slow, head teasing her entrance before gliding up again.

Up and down. Intermittent pauses to smack his cock against her wet pussy. Then up and down some more. Torturously slow and painfully consistent. Jinx feels everything, but most especially how empty she is.

He just meets her scowl with a sunny smile and Jinx could scream from frustration. She’s stubborn, but so is Ekko, more stubborn than she is, in fact (which he, stubbornly, refuses to admit). And her resolve is crumbling more and more every time he presses the head of his cock against her clit, the pleasure pointed, but not actually what she wants.

And Jinx wants so badly.

“Ekko…” she whines, forcing herself to swallow her pride when he eyes her expectantly. “Please fuck me.”

He pauses, wrapping his free hand around her thigh before he answers, “Hm, that’s a good girl.”

Her walls squeeze at the praise. And it just reminds her how painfully empty she still is. She pouts and grinds her hips up against his. Ekko chuckles and finally, finally moves his cock down to her entrance.

The tip of him slides in, hardly meeting any resistance with how embarrassingly wet she already is. She can hardly remember how to breathe as Ekko inches in deeper and deeper – so slowly she can acutely feel every torturously pleasurable stretch of her inner walls around the length of him.

Her breath promptly gets punched from her lungs when he finally buries himself to the hilt.

“You good?” he asks, voice strained, at odds with the soothing circles he rubs over her thighs.

“Mhmmm,” Jinx whines, because the only words she can think right now are big, good, and so deep.

He slides out of her slowly, and her inner walls squeeze hard enough to try and trap him inside. Ekko groans above her at the feeling, then he slides back home slowly, pleasure dripping down her spine like honey at the feel.

The pace he sets is measured, controlled. She’s hyper-aware of everything; every drag of his cock against her sensitive walls; how his hands tighten around her hips when she tightens around him; the creaking of the bed as he slowly picks up the pace; how he thrusts just a little harder every time he hits that spot that makes her moan louder.

“Ekko…” she moans, watching his eyes track the movement of her lips when she continues, “You feel so good…”

“So do you,” he sighs, eyes flickering back up to hers, locking her in place. “Like–” he pauses, moving his hands down to grip her ass and raise her hips off the bed so he can thrust into her deeper, harder, “like you were made for me.”

She's not entirely sure what it is – his words, his eyes, the way he’s fucking her – but it has her throwing her head back against the pillow and crying out, steals the air straight from her lungs. Jinx can't look away from him, his eyes – dark and deep enough to drown in – pinning her in place and dragging her under the depths.

Dangerous, Jinx thinks, even as she cants her hips up against his and needily digs her nails into his biceps. This feels dangerous.

But she can't deny how good he feels inside of her. How perfect. Like he was made to fit inside of her. The thought draws a wanton moan from her, has her wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips, needing him closer as badly as she needs oxygen.

Ekko follows easily enough – gently moves with her to support himself on his elbows – and lowers his head to put his lips on her chest, mouth wrapping around her breast.

“So fucking perfect,” he sighs, squeezing her breast in his hand and flicking his tongue over her nipple. “These tits…” His hand sneaks around her waist, while he trails kisses up her neck, pressing their chests flush together. “Your body...” Ekko presses a final kiss against her jaw, and Jinx’s breath catches at the feeling. His lips brush against her cheek when he finishes, “Just you.”

He thrusts into her shallowly, movements languid and lazy. Jinx doesn't even care, just wraps her arms around him tighter, presses closer, and turns her head to press their foreheads together too.

Pressed this close together, she can hardly tell whose heart she feels beating so fast – his or hers – maybe it’s both, or maybe it doesn't even matter. Not when they're so intertwined it feels like Ekko is just an extension of her; a puzzle piece that slots perfectly into place; the positive to her negative, naturally attracted and drawn to one another.

She can feel it in every backward motion of his hips, pulling his cock out of her just barely – her walls clinging desperately to try and keep him trapped – before he slides back in, burying himself inside of her completely. She feels it in the scalding way he looks at her too, face so close to hers they're sharing the same air when they quietly pant against each other’s mouths.

They're close. So close. Too close. Danger, danger, danger her mind screams at her again. Jinx has to– has to pull away while she still can, before she loses all sense.

“Ekko,” she pants, feels his answering hum vibrate through her, “we should…Can we switch positions?”

He slows to a stop on top of her and pulls back so he's no longer crushing her. Jinx immediately mourns the loss but fights the urge to pull him closer and lets him go instead.

“Is it not good for you?” he asks, brows furrowing together.

God knows how far from the truth that is. It's concerningly good, if anything. Rather than tell him that, though, she just pushes him back further so she can move to lie on her stomach.

“No, it's just…” she tries to get comfortable, resting her cheek on the pillow while she gets on her knees, arching her back for him, “I wanna try it like this.”

Because she doesn't have to look into his eyes like this. Because it doesn't feel terrifyingly, achingly intimate this way.

She doesn't tell him that either.

“Fuck…” he exhales, one of his hands grabbing her ass, thumb spreading her folds apart. “Okay, I can work with that.”

Jinx shimmies her hips back, desperate to have him inside of her again. She gasps when she suddenly feels his tongue pass over her folds instead.

Ekko's responding groan when her hips instinctively buck back into his face reverberates through her, pleasure zinging through her nerves like electricity when he roves it over her clit before proceeding to fuck his tongue into her.

He’s ravenous in his desire, greedily lapping up her wetness as he works Jinx up until she's reduced to shaky moans and even shakier thighs.

Jinx can hardly think, can hardly speak – thoughts syrupy and her tongue heavy in her mouth as she struggles to find the right words, to formulate a coherent thought.

Because it’s good. So, so fucking good. But it's not what she wants right now. His clever tongue exploring her insides doesn't compare to the feel of his cock, spreading her wide and stretching her out properly.

Jinx wants it so badly, she manages to whine, “Ekko…” hips squirming under the firm grip he has on her ass to keep her still. She hopes the touch leaves bruises. “Wait…I need…mmm…want you inside…”

Ekko moves back at her words, and Jinx whimpers at the feel of his tongue pulling out of her pussy, leaving her empty again.

“...Sorry.” His warm breath washes over her sensitive skin, making her shiver. “You just taste so good–” Jinx gasps when she feels his tongue lap up her wetness again before he pulls away entirely, “–I wanted another taste.”

Heat rushes to her cheeks, and Jinx can only be grateful that Ekko can't see her face like this, can't see the effect he has on her, as she murmurs, “Just…hurry up…” emphasizing the plea by wiggling her hips back in his hands.

She feels something soft and sticky – his lips, she realizes – touch her shoulder blade, before he presses the head of his cock against her entrance.

Jinx isn't entirely sure if he's pushing his cock inside of her or if she's the one who pushes herself onto his length. Maybe it's both, the two of them moving in tandem, mutual desire drawing them together.

She's definitely sure that he's the one controlling the pace after that, though. Hands so tight on her hips that Jinx can hardly move, and breathy moans getting punched from her mouth with every well-timed thrust of his hips.

“Shit, you're taking me so well…” Ekko breathes, suddenly slowing down and leaving Jinx reeling from the abrupt change of pace. A hand sneaks between her legs, fingers drawing quick, firm circles over her clit – at odds with the slow, deep thrusts of his cock. Her walls clench tight around him in response, drawing a throaty groan from him. “Fuck…greedy little pussy sucking me back in.”

“Ahhh...Ekko…” she moans, words slightly muffled by the pillow, “do it harder…” His hand leaves her pussy, trailing back around her hips and squeezing tight. And then he's giving it to her.

The wet slap of his hips against her ass is embarrassingly loud – the sound echoing across the room, over the music – as he mercilessly slams into her. Jinx can’t do anything but lie there and take it, doing her best to keep her hips raised high and her back arched while the pillow muffles her cries.

Hard, hard, hard – and deep, deep, deep, and so fucking good that pleasure crashes into her like a wave, leaving her feeling like it might drown her, like the air has been stolen from her lungs. Jinx knows she won’t be able to fight against the current much longer, toes curling as she desperately tries to hold on, tries not to get swept away too quickly.

“Shit– Lemme hear you,” Ekko grunts, tangling his fingers in her hair, along the base of her scalp.

Then he's pulling her head back and Jinx's eyes nearly roll back in her head at the feeling, the pleasure-pain drawing a hoarse moan from her while Ekko keeps pounding into her.

Turning on music had clearly been useless. Jinx ends up screaming so loud she drowns out the track anyway, but she can’t control her voice, not when he fucks her so well – cock hitting her walls just right every time he thrusts back into her.

When she comes it's a sudden thing, pleasure slamming through her so hard it sends her over the edge. Her walls squeeze tight around Ekko's cock, while he just fucks her through it – pleasure so overwhelming it has her digging her fingers into the pillow so hard they ache.

Jinx can hardly breathe, hips stuttering back against Ekko’s as she desperately chases that fire, wants it more and more, wants it to go on forever. Even as it threatens to burn her out.

It's still going even as he gradually slows down, her walls convulsing around his length as her body works through the aftermath of her third orgasm(? It's hard to keep count, her brain is too muddled.)

It’s no miracle she doesn’t collapse straight on her stomach. The hand Ekko still has squeezed around her hip is the only thing keeping her on her knees. The one in her hair loosens, her head unceremoniously dropping down on the pillow as Jinx takes shuddery breaths.

She feels him slowly begin to pull out, and despite her weariness, her walls clamp down in protest and she desperately reaches for his hip, nails clawing into his ass as she pulls him back inside of her.

“You didn't finish,” Jinx accuses, glaring at him over her shoulder, “so keep going.”

Ekko chuckles above her, rubbing soothing circles across her skin. “I was planning to, don't worry,” he assures, reaching for the pillow by her headboard and sliding it in front of her knees. “Just wanted to make you comfortable.”

He pulls out and this time she lets him. Just as she allows him to move her body so she's lying flat on her stomach with her hips hiked up by the pillow.

Considerate. He's always so damn considerate it pisses Jinx off. It makes her feel strange and warm, ignites feelings she doesn't want to examine too closely.

Luckily she doesn't have to when he slides back inside of her, the pleasurable stretch in her lower back stealing her every thought. Jinx is certain her pussy's never quite been spread so far open before today, yet now Ekko slips back into her with laughable ease.

It’s hard to laugh, though, when all she can do is let out a shaky moan at the feel of his cock filling her up again while she's still sensitive from her orgasm. Jinx just spreads her legs further and mindlessly grinds her hips back against his as she tries to meet every deep, languid thrust.

“Fuck…Jinx–” Ekko groans above her, voice breathless. “Feels so fucking good…better than I could’ve imagined…”

It takes a moment for his words and their implication to land – the delicious drag of his cock far too distracting – but when they do, Jinx gasps out, breath stuttering, “Mmm…Yeah? You thought about it a lot?”

Ekko speeds up, fucks her harder. She barely hears his response over her own cries. “All the time,” he grunts. “Wanted you for so long…Didn't know you’d be this fucking perfect for me.”

And rationally, Jinx understands he doesn't mean any of it, that he’s just saying things because he’s caught in the moment. But so is she, isn’t she? Surely that’s why her body responds by tightening around him, and she gasps out, “Come for me. Inside. I wanna feel it…Please, please, please–”

Ekko just groans above her, his breathing becoming more labored the longer she keeps talking. And Jinx can’t stop, near-delirious as she’s reduced to rambling – to begging him to fill her up. As if vocalizing the desire made her realize just how badly she wants it.

She only stops when she feels his hand wrap around her hair again, but before he can tug at it, she grabs it and redirects his hand to wrap around her throat instead.

His hips stutter, breaking his rhythm and Jinx just guides him to squeeze down while grinding back against him, urging him to keep going.

Ekko groans above her, low and rough, fingers flexing above her jugular – where he can surely feel her heart pounding – pulls out until only the tip of his cock is just barely inside of her, and then he slams back in, fucking her with renewed vigor.

She's not sure what's making her dizzier, the hand wrapped around her throat – cutting off her oxygen flow and making her vision swim – or the way Ekko plunges into her, hard and fast, self-control completely lost as he chases his own release.

The hand wrapped around her neck loosens, trails up to cradle her face and Ekko slides his thumb between Jinx's gasping lips. She doesn't hesitate to suck down on the digit, tongue roving over the pad of his thumb even as she struggles to catch her breath.

"Jinx, I’m– nnhg, I'm so close–”

Yes, yes, yes, yes she thinks, letting go of his thumb with a wet pop while clenching tight around his cock and whining encouragingly, still too breathless to vocalize anything more than the low moans he manages to pull from her throat.

He releases his grip on her face to fist the sheet beside her instead. Jinx's head unceremoniously drops down to the pillow, and she allows it to smother her voice while she listens to Ekko gasp and grunt above her.

She can feel his cock twitching inside of her as he pumps his release into her with every unsteady thrust of his hips. Jinx allows him to work through his orgasm, too pliant and fucked-out to do more than lie there and take it.

“Fuck, you’re so…” he trails off, pulling out and collapsing flat on his back.

She has to bite the inside of her cheek to fight back a whimper at the feeling, her pussy gaping and empty now that he's no longer inside of her. His breathing is labored enough to rise above the music as he struggles to catch his breath beside her.

Jinx shuffles to bury herself into his side – uncaring of how they practically stick together from the sheen of sweat on both their skins – plasters her cheek on his shoulder, slings an arm across his chest and tangles their legs together.

Ekko responds by wrapping both arms around her and pulling her close. Jinx snuggles closer, allowing Ekko to come down from his high while she savors how good it feels to be pressed this close to him, how right. Skin to skin. Like they’re both just meant to stay this way forever.

But curiosity gnaws in the back of her mind, and so – when his heartbeat slows and the rise and fall of his chest steadies again – she can’t help but ask, “So…have you really, you know, thought about this before?”

She almost regrets asking when she feels Ekko tense beneath her, but before she can fear the worst, he winces and answers, “...Would you be mad if I said yes?”

Mad? Jinx blinks, baffled. “Ekko,” she starts, grabbing both his cheeks so he’s forced to look at her, “you just came inside me.”

He scowls but doesn’t fight her grip. “That doesn’t tell me shit. We’re talking about you here.”

So he has thought about it before. Despite everything they’ve done so far, Jinx feels strangely bashful at the revelation. Maybe it should be obvious at this point, yet somehow it still manages to stir up strange, fuzzy feelings in her heart.

Rather than reveal how affected she is, Jinx squishes his cheeks together in feigned annoyance, shaking his head back and forth as she demands, “Now what does that mean, you little shit?”

A startled cry gets pulled from her throat when suddenly the room spins and she’s lying flat on her back. Ekko laughs on top of her, no doubt at how dumbfounded she must look right now.

She should probably smack him. Or say something mean. Or do anything, really. But the words get caught in her throat as Jinx stares at him, laughing on top of her, eyes crinkled in joy and his dimples on full display.

The early evening sun shines down on him through her window, bathing him in its warm, golden light. And she’s left awestruck by just how achingly beautiful he is, even more so when he's happy.

Had Jinx been the cautious type (or, at the very least, someone who hadn't just gotten every rational thought fucked straight out of her brain), she probably wouldn't have let her feelings overrule her better judgment. She probably wouldn't have cupped Ekko's face in her hands and pulled him down to press their lips together.

Unfortunately, Jinx has never been cautious about anything in her life.

Ekko goes rigid above her, and Jinx pulls back as slowly as she can, stalling for time as she scrambles for an excuse.

“There was a bug on your mouth,” her brain supplies, then she immediately realizes how fucking stupid that sounds because why would she remove it with her own mouth?

Before she can pull away entirely, however, his hand comes to wrap around the nape of her neck and he's pulling her in for another kiss.

Jinx gasps at the feel of his mouth moving against hers, every brush of his lips turning her thoughts syrupy. The feeling drips down her spine and pools low and warm in her stomach until all she can think is: more.

More, as she wraps her arms around his neck; More, as she opens her mouth to let Ekko's tongue in; More, as she breaks away for just a moment so she can roll them over, straddle his lap, and kiss him again.

His hands rove over her body and Jinx feels hot everywhere they touch. She separates their lips with a low moan, pressing kisses on the skin of his jaw before working her way down to his neck so she can return the favor by covering him in hickeys as well.

And Ekko's using his fingers to fuck his cum back into Jinx – and fuck, that shouldn't be so hot to her but it is. And she wants to fuck him again so badly, wants to ride him until he's begging her to stop.

“Can I eat you out again?” Ekko gasps when she tugs his earlobe between her teeth. “Want you to sit on my face…”

She barely manages to hum in approval at his request, too distracted by the feel of his fingers dragging in and out of her; by the soft kisses his lips press against the side of her face that make her heart flutter.

Jinx has never felt this way before, has never had someone stir her heart up the way Ekko does. It’s terrifying, all of a sudden, to realize just how much he affects her. Her desire for him is ravenous; a gaping maw that threatens to swallow her whole if she doesn't feed it.

But she is trying to get him out of her system, is she not? Jinx reasons with herself, as she moves to bracket her thighs around his face. What’s the harm in being thorough about it?

It’s only in the aftermath – when her body is pleasantly sore and worn out and covered in hickeys – that Jinx comes to a terrible realization.

It happens when she turns her head and looks at Ekko, peacefully sleeping on his back beside her.

“You could stay the night, you know…” she had told him earlier, long after the sun had set, while they were cuddled up in her bed, watching some shitty movie that neither of them was actually paying attention to.

Ekko just stared at her, and somehow his gaze made her self-conscious. Which was ridiculous because why did she feel self-conscious after they’d spent hours (very thoroughly) exploring each other’s bodies?

“What?” she blurted, struggling not to squirm under his gaze.

“Nothing,” he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. “I’ll stay...”

At that moment in time, Jinx couldn’t make sense of the way her heart soared at his answer.

Now she watches his relaxed face in fascination, warmth blooming in her chest at the sight of him so serene. There’s no trace of that usual scowl he reserves for her, or that confident grin that can piss her off and excite her. Usually at the same time.

She gingerly reaches out to trace his features; his strong jawline, defined cheekbones, smooth nose, and full lips. God, he’s so attractive it pisses her off. This all happened because he’s so stupidly good-looking in the first place.

She flinches when she feels him move, pulling back her hand as if burned. Ekko just turns in his sleep, moves to lie on his side, and slings his arm across her back in the process. And Jinx feels her heart do cartwheels in her chest when he moves his body closer to hers, snuggling into her side.

It’s then that her brain oh-so eloquently thinks oh no. Shit. Fuck. Goddammit.

Jinx flops face-first into her pillow and bites into it to hold back the scream building in her throat.

Because it’s only now that she’s fucked him and the feeling is doing the very opposite of fading, that Jinx realizes that she may actually be in love with Ekko.

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