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Breeding - Chan

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Word count: 2869

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, explicit sexual content, breeding kink, this one’s sweet and short

No summary just smut under the cut

Chan perched on the high stool at the kitchen bar, the clock on the wall ticking just past midnight. His fingers absently traced the rim of his cereal bowl as he indulged in a late-night snack. His dark, intense eyes, like pools of midnight, followed your every move across the kitchen. You stood on the other side of the bar, gracefully loading dishes into the dishwasher, unaware of his captivated gaze.

Chan's eyes traveled slowly, appreciatively over your figure, drinking in every curve and contour. The soft kitchen light cast a warm glow on your skin, accentuating the gentle swell of your hips and the elegant line of your back. He particularly loved how you looked in your current attire - form-fitting black leggings that hugged your legs and a snug sports bra that emphasized your toned arms and shoulders. The contrast of the fabric against your skin was mesmerizing, and Chan found himself entranced by the subtle play of your muscles as you moved.

As always, Chan's thoughts drifted to the future he envisioned with you - a future where you were his wife and the mother of his children. You had discussed this at length, both agreeing that marriage was a shared goal. You were the center of his universe outside of work, and he yearned to spend the rest of his life with you.

What he hadn't confided in you was the intense physical reaction he experienced when imagining you pregnant with his child. The mere thought of it sent a rush of heat through his body, his cock hardening almost instantly. He fantasized about the moment of conception, of filling you with his seed and watching your body change as it nurtured new life. The possibility of you carrying his children ignited a primal desire within him that was both thrilling and overwhelming.

Chan's cock twitched noticeably in his boxers as he sat eating his cereal, lost in these vivid daydreams. The movement of the spoon to his mouth became automatic as his mind wandered through scenes of domestic bliss and passionate encounters.

"What are you thinking about?" Your sweet voice cut through his reverie, bringing him back to the present moment. Chan's eyes met yours, and you could see a whirlpool of emotions swirling in their depths - desire, tenderness, and something deeper, almost reverent. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to compose himself. The cereal in his mouth suddenly felt dry, and he had to take a moment before he could respond.

"Just thinking about our future together," he said softly, his voice husky with unspoken longing. The words seemed inadequate to express the depth of his thoughts and feelings, but he wasn't sure how to articulate the intensity of his desires without overwhelming you.

You couldn't help but notice the intensity in Chan's gaze. It was a look you'd seen before, but never quite this potent - a mixture of love and something deeper, more primal. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your heart rate quicken in response. Your mind raced, considering the implications of his words and the heat in his eyes. Slowly, almost unconsciously, you found yourself drawn to him, your feet carrying you around the bar as if pulled by an invisible force.

As you reached him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, the familiar gesture feeling charged with new meaning. Chan turned slightly on his stool, allowing you to stand between his legs. Your hands slid over his bare back, feeling the warmth of his skin and the subtle flex of his muscles as you pulled him closer. The air between you seemed to crackle with tension.

"What exactly about our future are you thinking of?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You weren't sure if you were ready for the answer, but you couldn't stop yourself from asking.

Chan's eyes darkened perceptibly at your question, the rich brown depths now resembling molten chocolate. He pulled you closer, his large hands settling on your hips with a grip that was both gentle and possessive. The heat radiating from his body enveloped you, making you acutely aware of every point of contact between you.

"I'm thinking about us," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke. The low timbre of his voice sent shivers cascading down your spine. "About making you mine in every way possible." His grip tightened slightly, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your hips. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.

"As in getting married?" Your skin prickled at the way his hands gripped your hips possessively, his fingers digging into the soft flesh just above the waistband of your leggings. The warmth of his palms seeped through the thin fabric, sending a shiver up your spine. Chan's eyes smoldered as he leaned in, his lips barely grazing yours, the ghost of his breath hot against your skin.

"More than that," he whispered, his voice low and husky, the vibrations of his words sending tremors through your body. His dark eyes, usually warm and gentle, now burned with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. "I'm thinking about starting a family with you, about watching you grow round with our child." His hands slid to your lower back, his fingers splaying wide as he pulled you flush against him. The hard planes of his chest pressed against your softer curves, and you could feel the rapid beating of his heart echoing your own frantic pulse. The evidence of his arousal pressed insistently against your stomach, hot and hard even through the layers of fabric separating you.

Your breath caught in your throat as the implications of his words sank in. The idea of carrying Chan's child, of starting a family together, sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. A warmth bloomed in your chest, spreading outward until it felt like your entire body was tingling with anticipation. You pressed yourself closer to him, your fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck as you pulled him down to you. Your lips met his in a passionate kiss that conveyed all the love, desire, and anticipation for your shared future. His lips were soft but demanding against yours, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a hunger that made your knees weak.

As you broke apart, breathless and flushed, Chan's eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. His pupils were blown wide with desire. "I want to make you mine," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, rough like gravel. "Right here, right now." Without waiting for a response, he lifted you onto the kitchen counter, the cool marble a stark contrast to your heated skin. His hands were everywhere at once, sliding beneath your sports bra, calloused palms rough against your sensitive flesh as his lips claimed yours once more in a searing kiss.

Your body instantly reacted to his touches, his heated kisses sending jolts of electricity through your nervous system. You arched into him, your hands pulling him closer, your nails dragging over the taut muscles of his back. The thin fabric of his t-shirt did little to mask the heat radiating from his skin. Chan's large hands kneaded and pinched at your nipples, the sensation bordering on the edge of pleasure and pain. With a swift movement, he finally pulled your bra off, the cool air of the kitchen making your nipples pebble instantly. "You're saying… you want to cum inside me," you breathed, more a statement than a question. Your voice was breathy with desire, barely above a whisper as he kissed feverishly down your neck. His lips traced a burning path along your pulse point, pausing to suck and nibble at the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure straight to your core, making you moan softly and tighten your legs around his waist.

Chan's lips curved into a sensual smile against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Yes," he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want to fill you up, to make you mine completely." His hands slid down to your hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of your leggings as he looked up at you, eyes dark with passion and longing. "But only if you're okay with that." His lust-filled eyes watched yours, waiting for your response. You could see the raw desire burning in his gaze, but also a hint of vulnerability, a silent plea for your consent. You knew if you said no, he would stop immediately and wouldn't be disappointed or act disrespectfully towards you or your decision. The thought of his unwavering respect for you, even in the throes of passion, made your heart swell with love.

As you sat there, perched on the cool marble countertop, you found yourself growing wet at the idea of Chan cumming inside you for the very first time. The possibility of carrying his child sent a thrill through your body, igniting a primal desire you hadn't known existed. You were on birth control and knew that you likely wouldn't become pregnant, but it thrilled you either way. The mere thought of Chan's seed filling you, of the potential life it could create, made your core throb with need. Your skin felt electrified, every nerve ending alive and hyper-aware of Chan's proximity.

You bit your lip, your heart racing with excitement and anticipation. The air between you felt charged, crackling with unspoken desire. "Yes," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper as you pulled Chan closer. Your fingers traced the contours of his face, memorizing every line and curve. "I want that too. I want all of you." Your fingers tangled in his hair, reveling in its silky softness as you kissed him deeply. The kiss was passionate, almost desperate, as if you were trying to pour all your love and desire into this one moment. Chan's hands tightened on your hips. A low groan escaped him, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours as he pressed himself against you. The heat of his body set your skin ablaze, every point of contact between you feeling like a livewire.

With practiced ease, Chan lifted you off the counter, his strong arms supporting you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, ankles locking behind his back as if to ensure he couldn't escape. Not that he showed any intention of doing so. His lips never left yours as he carried you towards the bedroom, the urgency of his desire evident in every hurried step. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart against your chest, matching the frantic rhythm of your own. The journey to the bedroom felt both endless and far too short, each step building the anticipation to an almost unbearable level.

As he laid you gently on the bed, his eyes roamed over your body, drinking in every inch of you. His gaze was a heady mixture of love and primal hunger that made your breath catch in your throat. The intensity in his eyes made you feel simultaneously exposed and cherished, desired and adored. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he began to slowly peel away your remaining clothes. His fingers trailed along your skin as he removed each garment, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The cool air of the bedroom kissed your newly exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Chan's body. Every touch, every look from him felt like worship, as if he was committing every detail of this moment to memory.

With tender care, Chan leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke volumes of his deep affection. His warm breath mingled with yours, sending shivers down your spine. His hands, calloused yet gentle, explored your body with reverence, his fingertips tracing every curve and dip as if committing them to memory. The feather-light touch of his fingers left a trail of goosebumps in their wake, igniting a slow-burning fire beneath your skin.

You arched into his touch, your body responding instinctively to his caresses. Every point of contact between you felt electric, charged with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. As his hands mapped the contours of your body, you felt a profound sense of being cherished, loved, and desired. The look in Chan's eyes as he gazed at you was one of pure adoration, making you feel like the most precious thing in his world.

Chan's eyes locked with yours, filled with an intensity that made your breath catch. "I love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. You returned his gaze, feeling the depth of your connection. "I love you, Chan," you replied, your voice equally tender. In that moment, you both felt the strength of your bond, looking forward to the future you would share.

Chan slipped out of his boxers, allowing you to see how hard he was for you. His strong, muscled body was ready, every inch of him taut with desire. The sight of him, fully exposed and aroused, sent a shiver of anticipation through you. Your eyes roamed over his form, taking in the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, the powerful lines of his thighs, and the unmistakable evidence of his arousal.

He moved towards you with a predatory grace, his eyes dark with passion. As he reached the bed, he paused, giving you a moment to appreciate him fully. The anticipation built between you, the air charged with electricity. Your breath caught in your throat as he finally joined you on the bed, his skin hot against yours as he covered your body with his own.

Chan settled between your legs, his hard length pressing against your wet folds without entering you yet. The anticipation made your breath hitch, your body trembling with desire. A soft, satisfied sigh escaped your lips as he slowly rolled his hips, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.

His lips found your skin, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine as he moved lower, his lips caressing the sensitive skin of your neck. Your fingers tangled in his hair, encouraging him as he continued his sensual exploration.

Chan's mouth traveled further down, his kisses becoming more heated as he reached your chest. His tongue darted out, tasting your skin, as his hands gently cupped your breasts. The combination of his touch and the warmth of his mouth made you arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips.

The anticipation built with each passing moment, your body aching for more. Chan's eyes met yours, dark with passion and love, silently asking for permission to continue. You nodded, pulling him closer, ready to fully connect with the man you loved.

Chan's lips pressed into yours, kissing you slowly as he very gently entered you. The sensation of him stretching your walls made you gasp softly against his mouth. He paused, allowing you to adjust to his size, his eyes never leaving yours. "You feel amazing," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "So wet for me, baby."

As he began to move, setting a languid pace, Chan's lips brushed against your ear. His warm breath sent shivers down your spine as he murmured loving words. "You're perfect," he breathed, punctuating each word with a gentle thrust. "So beautiful, so precious to me." His hands caressed your body reverently, as if mapping every curve and contour.

"I love you," Chan whispered, his voice filled with adoration. "I can't wait to build our future together." His words, combined with the feeling of him moving inside you, made your heart swell with emotion. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of his body against yours.

Chan's movements were slow and deliberate at first, savoring every moment of your intimate connection. His eyes, dark with passion and love, never left yours as he gradually increased his pace. The room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure - soft gasps, breathy moans, and whispered endearments mingling in the air.

With each thrust, Chan seemed to be pouring all of his love and passion into you, his body expressing what words could not fully convey. His strong hands caressed your skin, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. The muscles in his back flexed under your fingertips as he moved, a testament to his strength and control.

The air around you grew thick with the heat of your bodies, the scent of your mingled sweat and arousal creating an intoxicating atmosphere. Chan's breath came in short, hot puffs against your neck, punctuated by soft groans of pleasure. Your bodies moved in perfect synchronization, finding a rhythm that built the tension between you to dizzying heights.

As Chan's pace quickened, the bed creaked softly beneath you, adding to the symphony of your lovemaking. The sheets rustled with each movement, cool against your heated skin. Every sensation seemed heightened - the brush of Chan's lips against your collarbone, the gentle scrape of his stubble on your cheek, the delicious friction where your bodies joined.

Chan's lips found yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he drove deeper. You could taste the salt on his skin, feel the slight stubble on his jaw as he kissed along your neck. His movements became more urgent, his breathing ragged against your ear. You could feel him swelling inside you, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "I'm close," he groaned against your neck, his voice strained with desire. "Are you ready for me, baby?" His words sent a shiver down your spine, the low timbre of his voice igniting a fire in your core.

Your body tensed with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with sensation. The feeling of Chan inside you, filling you completely, was almost too much to bear. "Yes," you breathed, pulling him closer, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist. Your heels dug into the small of his back, urging him deeper. "Chan..” you moaned his name like it was the last thing your lips would ever say. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, your hearts beating in sync as you both teetered on the edge of ecstasy. The air around you felt electric, charged with the intensity of your shared passion.

With a final, powerful thrust, Chan buried himself deep inside you as he reached his climax. You felt the warmth of his release coating your walls, triggering your own intense orgasm. Your body shuddered with pleasure, your inner muscles clenching around him rhythmically.

Waves of ecstasy washed over you both as you clung to each other. Chan's face was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he chanted your name like a reverent prayer. "Oh god, (Y/N)... (Y/N)... (Y/N)..." His voice was hoarse with passion, each utterance of your name punctuated by a shudder of his body.

Your own cries of pleasure filled the room, mingling with Chan's deep groans. The sensation of his pulsing length inside you, combined with the flood of his warm seed, intensified your orgasm. Your nails dug into his back as you arched against him, your body trembling with the force of your release.

As the initial intensity of your climaxes began to ebb, you both remained locked in a tight embrace, bodies still joined intimately. The air around you was thick with the scent of your lovemaking, your ragged breaths slowly returning to normal. Chan lifted his head to look into your eyes, his gaze filled with love and satisfaction.

With a deep sigh of contentment, you both held each other close, basking in the warmth of your shared affection. The room was quiet except for your soft breathing as you enjoyed the peaceful moment together. Chan gently stroked your hair, his touch tender and loving.

You snuggled closer, feeling completely at ease in Chan's embrace. The intimacy of the moment made your heart swell with love and contentment. A question crossed your mind, and you couldn't help but voice it. "Chan, what if our lives change dramatically in the future? Are you ready for that?"

Chan's eyes softened as he pulled you closer, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. "Whatever happens, we'll figure it out together," he said softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "Your happiness and our relationship come first, always. We can adjust our lives and schedules if needed, but right now, let's just enjoy this moment.”

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erwinsvow · 7 months ago

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rafe meeting shy reader’s parents for the first time

im thinking of right after... ♡

truth be told, you had been really nervous about the whole thing. rafe was a great boyfriend to you, but sometimes a bit too blunt. you worried your parents might not like him as much as you do, that they might not be okay with your new relationship.

and though you now understood that there was no force in the world that could keep you away from him, you still wanted your parents to like him. which, of course, they did. he charmed them easily, bringing a bottle of their favorite red and flowers for your home. he struck up easy conversation with your dad about business and how lovely your house was with your mom.

all in all, perfect. while your parents loaded the dishwasher, you excused the two of you, insisting you needed to give rafe some of his stuff back from upstairs.

when you get him into your bedroom, you close the door, pushing him against it and leaning in for a hot kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down and against you, tongues wet against each other, with your biting down on his lip until he pulls away.

"hey, hey. easy. they're right down there."

"i don't care," you mumble, lovestruck. you pull him in again, mind going completely blank except for a want to keep rafe's lips on yours. he manhandles you a little, pushing away from the door to at least get further into your bedroom.

he only gets you pushed against another wall, legs wrapping themselves around rafe's waist automatically, pressing yourself against him in a way that has him concerned.

"woah, woah, hold on, kid. we're going back down for dessert, can't have it obvious-"

"who cares about dessert?" you protest, and you look up at him with your pretty eyes filled with lust, chest heaving in the pretty sundress he'd been admiring all night. you're flushed and warm, overcome with a wanting for rafe that needed to be satisfied now, though you're even a little confused yourself where it stemmed from.

"really? you wanna fuck with your parents downstairs?"

"is that so wrong? we do it at tannyhill.."

"no one's around at tannyhill. c'mon, calm down. i don't need them hatin' me already. they just started likin' me."

you sigh a breath of protest, shoulders falling, but you don't complain. you still stalk back up, close to your boyfriend, putting your hands on his shoulders, looking up with your swollen lips and fluttery eyes.

"i knew they'd like you. y'know, i like you too.. a lot."

"yeah, kid. i can tell."

"i jus' wanna show you how much i like you, s'all." your words are becoming a little slurred, eyes a little dazed, lips a little pouty. you lean up for another kiss, gentle this time, moaning into his mouth while your nails grip rafe's arm through his pressed button up.

"c'mon baby. you're gonna get me in trouble," rafe says when he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. he can make out the sound of the faucet shutting, the fridge opening to retrieve the cake you'd made earlier.

"not if we're quick, right?" you rake your nails—freshly done today, pink and pretty just how he likes—against rafe's chest. "and i can be quiet... right?" you lean in again, pressing a hot kiss to rafe's jaw. "no one has to know-"

in hindsight, it was a mistake letting himself get swayed by you like this. he blamed your boldness this time, usually too shy to ask for what you want, just relying on rafe to give it to you. but he's still a man, one madly in love—at that—and he doesn't think he can resist you if he tries.

rafe ends up in a position he's not used to—lying on his back on your soft, sweet-smelling sheets, against a pillow and next to a stuffed teddy. you're on top, your dress hiked up and panties yanked to the side. the top is pushed down just enough to show him your tits, one of his ringed fingers teasing your nipple while the other guides your hips.

you're close already, he can tell, the way your entire body trembles, how you're biting your lip so hard it's about to bleed to keep yourself silent. besides for the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your whimpers, the room is silent. it's not gonna take much, but he decides to give it to you anyways.

his grip tightens, thrusting up and fucking into you hard, controlling the pace. your hands which had been lying flat on his chest to hold yourself up, were abandoned to cover your mouth instead, his eyes glued to where he was sliding inside of you.

"c'mon, kid. fuck. you wanted it, didn't ya? gotta be quick, then. shit." you clench around his dick, a strangled moan escaping your lips. he has half a mind to push your face into the mattress and fuck you from behind, but it's gonna have to wait.

you're getting close. he's getting close. another second of rafe fucking you like this, with you on top but still having no control, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars and have your eyes rolling back. you're so close you can taste it, gushing around his dick and knowing he's gonna fill you up with the way he goes faster, until you hear a knock on the door.

"honey? rafe? dessert's ready."

"god! m'coming!"

ten minutes later, you're eating chocolate cake with rafe's cum spilling out of you, probably dripping down your thigh and making a mess. his hair is a mess, your lips swollen. you catch his eye while he's shoving cake in his mouth and neither of you can hold back your laughter.

your parents haven't noticed anything yet, but you can't make eye contact with them for a week after.

but it was definitely worth it.

#angel im so sorry i corrupted your innocent prompt like this #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #that being said i need his dick so badly or i may die

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anothermansjeans · 7 months ago

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youtuber!reader does the orange peel trend with spencer

YESSSSS (he would excel)

cw: food mention, fluff fluff FLUFF, spencer is the standard for ALL MEN

wc: 351

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You set up your phone behind your water bottle, camera facing front as Spencer was in front of you doing dishes. There had been a trend on TikTok and you wanted to see how Spencer would react. Watching the way some people’s boyfriends reacted to the “orange peel trend” was actually horrific. Some men just didn't get it. You had faith in Spencer though, and you'd quickly be proven right.

“Hey, Spence?”

“Yes?” He placed the last plate into the dishwasher before starting it up and leaning back against the sink.

“I’m craving fruit.”

“What kind?” His response was automatic, which caused you to smile, and with his words, he walked over to the fruit bowl on your opposite counter.

“An orange?” He gave a nod and grabbed the biggest one before walking over to you. “I actually don’t– wait what?” You watched as he pressed his thumb into the orange, peeling back the skin unprompted– unasked. “Spencer, no!”

He stopped in his tracks and looked up to your pouting face, “what? What happened? Did I do something wrong?”

“Yes! I mean, no, you didn't, ugh!” You turned your body in your high top chair to face the side he was walking towards, and reached over to grab his wrists (which were still holding the orange), pulling him between your legs. “I was supposed to give you hints that I didn't want to peel the orange so TikTok could see how long it would take.”

“But you never want to peel your oranges.” His brows were furrowed, and he had a point. He knows you better than you know yourself at this point.

Sighing again, you slumped your body forward, leaning your head against his chest, “you're right. You're always right, and I love you for it.”

You felt his chest reverberate with his laugh, and he kissed the top of your head. “Do you still want this orange?”

Sliding your head up, your chin was now resting on his chest. “Yes, please.” You both smiled at each other before sharing a kiss, and Spencer finished the peeling of your orange.

BONUS: some comments

@ user: THIS WAS SO CUTE WHAT

@ user1: WTF HE DIDNT EVEN NEED TO BE ASKED IM OVER IT

@ user2: how does it feel to win at life?

@ user3: spencer being the best boyfriend to ever exist… did you build him in a lab??

@ user4: you're living the life the one girl who’s boyfriend said “tough luck, buddy” to wishes she has 😭

@ user5: THAT SHOULD BE ME

@ user6: spencer passing the orange peel theory is the only thing that makes sense to me in life tbh

@ user7: this proves that if he wanted to, HE WOULD

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let me know if you would like to be added or removed!

#spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #dr spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #youtuber!reader

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bunniehrtz · 7 months ago

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plss preg!reader and abby where abby holds reader's belly up to make her relax ( i remember seeing videos on tiktok but dont i remember the exact name ;(

ohhhhhhhhh baby fever is so real and i have it so bad

the birds chirp at the window as you look outside, elbow deep into the sink as you wash the dishes, piling them into the dishwasher. “god, fuck. my back,” you hiss, your hand on your lower back as you wince, your eyes closing. a presence lingers behind you, her shadow reflecting on the sink. you lean back into her chest, looking up at her. “what’s wrong, baby?” she asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “this baby is what’s wrong. she won’t come out. she’s hurting me,” you stick your bottom lip out, biting back a laugh. abby’s hands snake around your waist, and she leans in to your ear. “put those down,” she whispers, you automatically does as she says. the water splashes back into your face, you take no notice. abby’s hands reach under your now 9 month belly, lifting it up gently. “oh my god,” you whisper, feeling the weight lift off of you like it’s nothing. you sigh, relaxing your body against abby’s own. “that feel good?” she asks gently. you nod. “don’t move. don’t move ever again,” you joke, turning your head to smile into abby’s chest. “wouldn’t dream of it.”

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notjustjavierpena · 10 months ago

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Mouthful

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A/N: Made with the help from my loveliest @strang3lov3 with a talk about men conking out after cumming and how Hubby Javier still hasn’t gotten his dick sucked. So to all the girlies who want to give your fictional husband a blowjob, this one is for you.

Summary: Javier is starting to come down with the flu but he just simply won’t lie down to have some rest. You have a trick that never fails.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, husband!javier, domestic life, sickfic, Inés is a menace, Javier is a stubborn man, ❤️ JAVIER HAS A DAD BOD!!!!!!! ❤️, blowjob, deep-throating, mouth-fucking, praise, dirty talk, cum-swallowing,

Word count: 2.8k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52856839

Mouthful

You hear the clink of plates being lifted out of the dishwasher, the sound of Sebastian crying, stuttering sobs as he is bounced, and Inés going on about something that happened in preschool. Javier is barely listening, replying with half-sentences that seem to make his daughter more frustrated with her father not paying attention and eventually leading to her talking louder.

The idea of what will meet you in the kitchen is enough to make you want to flee to the bedroom, enough to make you want to pretend that you haven’t heard them during an extended nap. However, you could never bring yourself to let Javier go through the hell of late afternoons with children alone.

“Look who’s up,” he says with a desperate smile as you enter the room, twisting his whole body to make his crying son spot his mother. As soon as Sebastian’s eyes gaze upon you, his wails die down and they stop completely the moment you take him from Javier’s arms.

“Mom! Guess what happened today at school,” Inés interrupts just as you are about to say something. She speaks loudly, and you automatically reach up to cover Sebastian’s ear that isn’t pressed into your shoulder.

“Inés, indoor voices,” Javier finally manages to say, reaching up to rub his temples, “Shhh…”

“Sorry,” she makes a face, not completely convinced.

“What happened at school?” You ask but instead of looking at her, you find yourself staring at your husband who looks like absolute hell, glassy eyes and exhaustion radiating from him. Inés giggles as she tells a joke that isn’t really a joke, too lost in her story to notice that you aren’t really listening.

Javier places a hand on the kitchen table, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. His shirt is crumpled, his eyes have dark circles and you don’t actually think that he has even noticed that he is sniffling every other moment. He sighs deeply, breathing mostly through his mouth as he does it, and then goes back to emptying the dishwasher.

“Are you okay, honey?” You ask him, stopping midway to shush Inés who doesn’t look pleased, “You look under the weather. Are you feeling okay?”

There’s an almost offended nature in Javier’s reply. He doesn’t stop what he is doing, sorting through the cutlery, “What? No, yeah. Estoy bien, mi amor (I’m fine, my love). Just need to get this done.”

“And then what?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“And then I’ll get started on dinner,” he tells you with a tired smile that isn’t very convincing.

“You look like… m i e r d a (shit), and you probably feel it too. I was sick last week,” you spell out the dirty word, using the Spanish word because the English is short enough to make Inés guess what you are saying.

“Mom,” Inés predictably complains.

“I’m fine. I just need 20 minutes where no one comes near me,” he says with exasperation. He finishes up the bottom drawer of the dishwasher and goes to pull out the top one. You find yourself laying a hand on top of his, stopping him in his tracks.

“Javi,” you say softly.

“What?” He grumbles.

“I can finish up here. I’ll cook dinner,” you tread lightly, knowing that he hates being babied by you. Him not pulling his weight is a common fight that the two of you have had, and he probably feels on edge when you ask him not to help out with the kids.

“I can do it,” he snaps but suddenly sneezes, and it ends up making his nose prickle enough to cause his eyes to water.

“Go do something else, laundry maybe. I’ll do this,” you say a little more firmly, strategically sending him to your bedroom to make him spot your bed and have some well-earned rest, “It’s really not a problem, and you know I hate doing laundry anyway.”

“Fine,” he holds his hands up in surrender.

“I love you,” you say in a sing-song voice as he leaves the kitchen, “Go have your 20 minutes.”

Inés looks longingly after her father but you manage to distract her with a snack before she runs after him. You run your free hand over her hair as she eats a peanut butter sandwich, Sebastian cooing happily on your hip as he has been allowed to chew on a banana.

“Do you want to watch cartoons before dinner?” You ask, “Give Mommy some time to get things done in the kitchen, and then I can hear all about school while we eat?”

“Fine,” she parrots her dad, holding up her hands as well and running off to the living room. You follow her, setting Sebastian down in his playpen and turning on the baby monitor. Then you turn on the TV, adjust the volume, and let Inés busy herself by singing along to her favorite theme song.

You finish emptying the dishwasher, cut vegetables, and throw them into the slow cooker with other ingredients, and after you check on both of your kids, you realize there’s some spare time before you have to pick Lucas up from his play date.

You decide to go upstairs to do another round of laundry, but when you cannot find the laundry basket, you go to your bedroom. Javier must have taken it when folding clothes.

“Jesus, why are you not resting? I sent you here so you’d eventually nap,” you groan as you enter the bedroom and see Javier putting his shirts on hangers.

“I told you I’m fine,” he seems even more sick at this point, nose slightly congested and causing him to speak nasally, “I can do this.”

You walk up to him to yank a clothing hanger out of his hands and throw it onto the floor, receiving a glare in response. Javier doesn’t look pleased with your behavior, but you don’t find his stubborn attitude charming either.

“Javier F. Peña,” you tut, “Just go lie down and trust that your wife has everything under control. It’s what a lot of husbands do, you know.”

“Well, wife, I don’t need your permission to do housework,” he tries to push past you but you catch him in a disarming embrace, giggling as he tries bending down to pick you up so he can move you out of his way. You avoid his efforts, catching him by the wrists when he straightens once more, and push him back towards the bed.

“You need rest, husband,” you shove him when the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and he lets himself fall down into the mattress, bouncing slightly as it connects with his back.

“I don’t need a nap, I’m not a child,” he groans dramatically.

“Then stop acting like one,” you pull the baby monitor out of your pocket and place it on the nightstand. When Javier tries to sit up again, you snap your fingers and point at him, “Nuh-uh, lie down.”

It makes you realize that you need to use alternative methods to get him to obey; he simply won’t do as he has been told, and if anyone is ever in doubt about where Inés gets her stubbornness from, you’ll simply glance over at her father to answer the question.

“What if I treat you to something special?” You ask with a little smirk, moving to the end of the bed so you can proceed to crawl onto him. You sit on his legs, “Think that’ll make you relax?”

You already know the answer to that question. He looks ready to conk out.

“I’m actually fine, I don’t need—“

“I know, Javi,” you reply. Your fingers find his crumpled shirt and you pull it out of his jeans, shoving it up over his stomach so you can access his belt, watching your husband twitch underneath you at the sound of the buckle clinking as you undo it.

He lifts his head to watch as you tug down his jeans and underwear, “Just so you know, I’m not sleeping after this. I have to—“

“I know, Javi,” you repeat, bending down to nuzzle your nose against his soft stomach. His cock lays flaccid against his thigh, but you pull it out from underneath the waistband of his briefs to lay it against his tummy so you can skim your palm up and down the shaft. His soft cock slowly comes alive underneath your touch, and soon you can wrap your fist around him to stroke him till he stands completely erect.

Below you, Javier groans when you press a kiss to his belly, “And I have to get the laundry done.”

“Whatever you say, baby, let me take care of you and I’ll let you do as much laundry as you want,” you hum against his skin, relishing in his warmth and his so-called dad-body - the last year has blessed you with Javier getting a little softer to the touch - that you nuzzle up to at every opportunity you get.

Javier isn’t a fan of himself growing soft around the middle but you savor it every time you get to see that bit of pudge strain against his usual jeans (which he refuses to buy in a bigger size). If you thought he was gorgeous when his muscles were toned and his body looked younger, you had not been prepared for how good he looks now that he is older, rounder, and getting comfortable. His arms are still deliciously strong; an overwhelmingly sexy result of still carrying Inés around everywhere, picking her up from the ground if she has a tantrum at the grocery store.

“God, you’re so sexy,” you pinch his stomach to earn a little noise. Javier says your name in disapproval but you just look up at him with a smile, grabbing more of his pudge before biting into it and kissing it afterward, “Let your wife have her fun.”

Javier is just about to say something - you don’t know whether it is about his body, the lack of a blowjob, or laundry once more - but you know it’s more complaining and so you cut him off by running the flat of your tongue from base to tip of his cock. He tastes like salt. If you had the time, you would not finish until his scent and taste were everywhere on you. In your clothes, etched into your skin, and on your tongue.

“Oh shi—“ he gasps, resting the back of his head on the mattress once more. He breathes deeply in through his mouth, nose still stuffed, and stares at the ceiling as you work your tongue up and down his shaft only to follow the wet trail with your nose.

When you reach his cockhead a third time, you suckle on the very tip to rid him of the pearl of precome that has accumulated at the slit and is threatening to slide down (you want to treat yourself to it before it does). Above you, Javier moans at feeling your mouth, not your tongue, properly for the first time.

“Fucking hell, baby, gotta admit that I didn’t see this coming,” he half-chuckles, half-groans.

“Maybe I just wanted to shut you up for a moment. You are stubborn, you know,” you pull back to talk, look up at him, and nuzzle needily at his cock. He looks down at you but you simply smile, “I looove you for that though, not annoying at all.”

You follow your little snarky remark up with a press of your lips to the underside of his shaft, using a hot open-mouthed kiss to cut off whatever offense he might take from your teasing. He doesn’t even seem to register it after feeling your mouth on himself again.

Then you let saliva gather in your mouth before spitting directly onto the head, using your hand to smear it down his length by stroking him a few times. You lean over him and bring your mouth down over his girth, no teasing or anything, until the thick head hits the back of your mouth.

“Fuuuck, and then up again,” he groans, a strong hand reaching for whatever he can grab of you. His fingers curl around your shoulder, moving inwards until they dig into the back of your neck. Slowly, you drag your lips all the way off of him again.

Javier makes a sound when you pull off but it quickly turns into a whimper as you let more saliva drip down. You smear this too, swirling your sinful tongue around the tip and occasionally licking like were you eating a popsicle on a summer’s day.

You can feel him pulse against your lips, so you show mercy and let him into your mouth again. He is hot and heavy on your tongue and a moaning mess above you, nails starting to dig into your skin.

You start bobbing your head, hand on the base of Javier’s cock to hold his generous size in place. When he bumps against your throat for the first time and thus makes you gag the first time, he lets out a sound that you can never get enough of and it causes your cunt to throb between your legs.

“Who would think that a pretty girl sucks cock like that? Oh, fuck… I love you, just like that—” he talks in a way that makes you think he might not even be aware of what he is saying but is simply letting his mouth run, “Suck that cock, baby. Good fucking girl, married the right one, didn’t I?”

You hum in reply and he growls at the vibrations of your voice. The pride you feel is indescribable, and so you seek out his approval once again by moaning as you taste him. Even if it results in your eyelashes dampening from Javier pushing his hips upwards, you lean further down and force yourself to relax your throat.

He slides into the tight space at the back of your throat and his hand flies to the top of your head. He fists your hair desperately when you gulp around him and make your throat spasm, tugging at your follicles to the point where tears slide down your face. Soon, they also mix with the spit coating his cock.

You swallow around him again. Javier holds your head with both hands now, “Can I - Christ - can I fuck this gorgeous mouth? Por favor (please), baby.”

Even if it is hurting a little, you nod the best you can because Javier’s groan as he starts thrusting his hips upward is worth any ache in your body. Your thighs flutter, your clit pulses.

Both his hands gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He uses it to move your head as he pleases, makes you bob on his dick until you gag wetly with every other thrust of his hips. Every time he bucks his hips, his thigh muscles flex and your nose buries itself in his happy trail.

“You gonna take it?” He rasps, chest heaving. He is nearly there, muscles in his whole body twitching as he slowly loses control over himself when pleasure is so close. The next thrusts are maddening and you can’t blink any tears away even if you tried, “Fuck, swallow, baby. Take my come.”

You look up at him through your wet lashes and hum a mhm, confirming. Yes, yes, yes, give it to me.

You know he is peaking when his breath stops. He holds it during the last thrusts, finally letting out a loud moan as he finishes and sucks in a deep breath afterward.

His cock spurts in the next moment. You can feel it hit the back of your sore throat, warm and salty, in several pulses and automatically, you swallow hungrily around his girth. The action makes him groan weakly and his hips stutter until he finally needs to let go of you. His arms lie flat along his side.

“Holy fuck, baby,” he sighs contentedly when you pull off, “Fuck, I don’t even know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything, Daddy,” you tease, and then you treat the sensitive head of his cock to a few innocent kitten-licks, essentially cleaning him up until he softens.

He whimpers when it becomes too much, and so you pull off to kiss him along his stomach. You can hear his breathing changing, turning into something less erratic.

“You okay?” You eventually ask but receive no reply. You look up.

As predicted, Javier snores. You smile to yourself as you push yourself away from him, careful not to wake him up as you pull his briefs and jeans up again, leaving the latter unbuttoned.

“Javier Peña, the most stubborn man on the planet has a weakness,” you whisper and shake your head with a fond smile.

You grab the baby monitor from the nightstand and leave him to sleep, knowing he’ll wake up feeling a lot more sick and, hopefully, a lot more cooperative. You bring him a glass of water and some Tylenol to wake up to, write a note for him about how much you adore him, and that you’ll take care of everything. He needs it.

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you shut my mouth (and buckle my knees)

pairing: mike schmidt/gn!reader

content: reader is michael's next door neighbor, mike is so awkward, mike has social anxiety & is bad at words, reader is so oblivious, reader is 19 & mike is 20/21, reader has daddy issues, fluff, this takes place before the events in the movie, no use of y/n.

summary: mike’s been avoiding you recently, and you automatically think he’s mad at you. when babysitting abby, she tells you the truth about his feelings about you.

author's note: the title is a lyric from ‘i want to be with you’ by chloe moriondo! also!! the fnaf movie is AMAZING and it’s one of my favorite movies now. this is cross posted on ao3!! enjoy :)

he’s never this quiet.

he’s always somewhat quiet, yeah, but not deathly silent. and he usually doesn’t avoid you, either.

being a babysitter is something you never expected when you moved into the house right next mike’s. you moved in about a year ago with your mom, due to her divorce with your dad. your dad wasn’t the greatest man, nor the best dad. he never left, but he was never involved in your life. so, your mom was pretty much a single mom. your mom wanted to move far away from your dad, landing up in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

a few days after moving in, your mom introduced you to mike and his little sister abby. the first time you’ve ever seen mike was…awkward, to say the least. you could tell mike wasn’t very comfortable in the conversation at first, with the way he swung back and forth on his heels. you, on the other hand, couldn’t focus with the most hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life standing in front of you. you loved the shade of brown his eyes were, they reminded you of a beautiful forest in the fall, late at night.

mike voiced to you both about how his recent babysitter wasn’t returning his calls and wasn’t showing up, so you stepped up to be abby’s new babysitter. you’re glad you did, since now you’re able to do fun things during the day and not sit in your room reading some lame book. you don’t get paid much, but that was the least of your worries.

now, you’re in the kitchen cleaning dishes. it was about 8 pm, so abby was already fast asleep. you and abby baked cookies and there was already a huge mess. in the middle of mixing the wet and dry ingredients together to make a dough, abby pinched up a bit of flour and threw it at you. you looked up at her with an exaggerated gasp and a hand over your heart. to play with her little charade, you grabbed a tiny bit and threw in her direction. the fight of throwing flour between the two of you suddenly stopped as mike walked through the door. a feeling of guilt ran through your body when you realized what you’ve done, but there was still a huge smile on your face as you waved at him.

ever since then, he’s been sitting on the couch watching some sort of old cartoon. he usually stays in the kitchen with you, sitting at the table and talking about your day with abby. out of seemingly no where, mike stopped this routine. it bummed you out, obviously, but you didn’t want to force him to talk to you.

you sigh, grabbing the green and yellow sponge that was placed next to the sink. your mind began to wander, thinking about earlier that day. you feel terrible, but you just wanted abby to have a bit of fun. you shouldn’t have let it go that far.

you know how it feels to start something fun, and have it end up with your body filling with shame and embarrassment. especially at abby’s age. the last thing you want abby to feel is embarrassment from an adult. you also never wanted mike to be mad at you, but you have a slight feeling he already is.

you sigh again as you realize you haven’t apologized to mike about what he walked into. you bite your lip, turning around to see mike still sitting on the couch, eyes fixated on the TV.

you gently place the remainder of the dishes in the dishwasher, then quietly walk over to mike. you sit on the same couch as him, but on the other end of it. you look down at your lap, your eyes tracing the all the lines in your palm. after a few moments of being silent yourself, you speak up.

“mike?” you say in a hushed voice. his response was almost immediate.

he hums, eyes flicking to you and back at the screen. “yeah?”

his flat, low voice always made you feel warm inside. making your heart and stomach flutter with butterflies. but this time, the warmth that his voice brings goes directly down to your stomach, twisting it with anxiety. his whole presence made you feel giddy, like you were in high school with a newly founded crush. you swallow thickly before you speak again.

“i just wanted to apologize for earlier.” you pause, trying to find the right words to say and not mess this up. you want mike to speak to you, you want mike to spend time with you, you just miss him. “i-i shouldn’t have let it get that far.” you murmur.

mike doesn’t say anything at first, he just looks over at you again and nods. “you’re good.”

your stomach churns at his dry response. you nod at him, wiping your clammy hands on your jean-clad knees. “i should get going,” you say under your breath. again, mike doesn’t respond. he just watches you walk to the door, putting on your shoes in a hurry.

mike runs a hand through his curly hair, trying to figure out what he wants to say. he wants to say something, atleast a goodnight, but nothing comes out. you were too busy tying up your shoes to notice his conflicting face.

you open the front door of mike’s home and look over your shoulder. “have a good night, mike.” you say with a smile. mike’s hand does a slight wave, not returning the smile. you shut the door quietly, feeling absolutely crushed.

one of mike’s hands run down his face, hating himself for not saying something before you left. he also hated the way his heart clenched as you looked so sad when you walked out the door. “god dammit.” he grumbled to himself.

days have passed from that night. mike is still avoiding you, and being extremely quiet around you. you know it’s just you he’s being quiet around, since you hear him arguing with abby when you enter his home in the afternoon. just the thought of mike being mad at you pains you to your core, so much so that you avoid him yourself. you feel absolutely terrible, but stirring the pot could make it worse.

mike obviously notices your recent behavior, but didn’t say anything about it. instead, he’d think about it deeply when he’s in bed late at night. for weeks, he’d sleep terribly, just staying up all night figuring out what to say to you to make things better. he misses talking to you, he misses hearing your beautiful laughter and how your eyes sparkle with life when you talk about your interests.

today wasn’t very eventful, it was rather peaceful. you and abby sat at the dinner table, drawing each other pictures and talking. you noticed a drawing she was finished with and picked it up. it seemed to be you, mike, and abby all holding hands in front of a house. you smile softly, glancing up at abby, who’s doodling away with a yellow crayon. you look back down at the artwork and notice a small detail between the drawing of you and mike.

“abs?” you call out, not looking up from the paper. you hear a quiet clank as abby set down her crayon.

“yes?” she looks up at you, a slight smile apparent on her face. you set down the paper and slide it over to her. she looks down at her art, then back up at you.

“what’s up with the heart between me and mike?” you question, your stomach filling with nerves.

abby shrugs, the smile on her face never faltering as she talks. “he likes you, duh.” she giggles.

you sit up straight as your eyes widen. “what?” you whisper. your mind is running wild with all sorts of thoughts- he likes you?

“mike talks about you all the time,” she explains, picking up the yellow crayon again. “i hear him talking to himself about how-”

“abby.”

both of your heads snap toward the front door. it’s mike, he seems angry; his face is a slight pink and his hand is tightly clutching onto his bookbag that’s slung over his shoulder. abby quickly gathers up all of her art supplies that were scattered across the table and flees to her room, giggling loudly. you watch her run, smiling at her cute antics.

you hear a chair being pulled out and see that mike is sitting across from you. the picture of the three of you remains. mike only glances at it and seems to wince with a clenched jaw. he doesn’t look happy at all. you bite the inside of your cheek, getting all wrapped up in your head about what mike is thinking.

abby clearly had a misunderstanding of what mike was actually feeling. she had to.

minutes pass, and not a single word is said. to save your embarrassment (and his), the chair under you screeches as you stand up. “i-i’ll leave,” you suddenly mumble. you don’t notice the way mike’s head snaps up, watching you start to make your way to the door.

mike calls out your name before you’re able to reach the door. “stay,” he pauses to clear his throat. “uh, please.”

you turn around to see mike staring at you with his eyebrows slightly raised. without hesitation or any word, you sit back down. “is everything okay?” your voice sounds so soft, it makes mike’s heart melt.

he nods quickly, scratching the back of his neck. you can see that one of mike’s legs are bouncing and you can see sweat build up on his forehead. he loosens his tie, which makes your whole body warm up. you could feel the warmth spread throughout your limbs, stopping at your toes and fingertips.

“you don’t look okay, a-are you sick?” you exclaim with a worried look on your face. mike shakes his head no, huffing out a laugh.

“no, i’m okay, promise.” a grin appears on his face, amused with your sudden worry. “i just- abby wasn’t lying.” he blurts out, his eyes not meeting yours. you seemed to have a confused expression, so he went further. “when she said i like you.”

oh.

“oh.”

mike looks back at you, seeing that you’re completely and utterly flustered. he was right, you don’t see him the way he sees you. he feels himself sweat more, “is there something wrong?”

“no! no, no,” you ramble, laughing awkwardly. “is that why you were avoiding me for weeks on end?” you ask, your voice getting into a higher pitch. mike nods silently, eagerly awaiting for your response.

now that you think about it, everytime that you were in close contact with mike, his whole body would tense up and his face would turn pink. you almost hit yourself for not noticing sooner. instead, you laugh quietly. one of mike’s eyebrows raise, looking at you with a confused expression.

“i thought you were mad at me.” you mumble, fiddling with your fingers.

mike’s expression softens, “why would i be mad at you?”

“the day where abby and i made a mess out of the kitchen with flour,” you replied with a shrug. “that was the day where you started avoiding me.”

mike’s mouth opened, then closed. he did this a few times before finally saying: “that day was when i realized i liked you.”

you stayed silent as he continued. “i really didn’t mean to avoid you, but i just..” he stops and takes a deep breath. “i just, y’know, couldn’t find words when i was around you.”

your heart almost skipped a beat at his words, smiling ever so brightly at him. you felt so many emotions in that moment, where mike felt like he was about to faint from how pretty you look when you smile. he gives you a grin in return.

“i like you, too.” you say, still smiling. you giggle as mike sighs in relief.

his hand reaches over the table to grab yours. his hand is a little sweaty, but you don’t mind a bit.

he clears his throat, “that means i can take you on a date, right?”

you squeeze his hand tightly and nod before you realize something.

“who will babysit abby?”

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