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itneverendshere · 27 days ago

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can we get kelce's sister and bsf rafe first time saying i love uuuu

want your two hands on me like my life needs savin' - r.c (+18)

pairing: kelce's sister x hockey!rafe warnings: smut; fluff.

You didn’t plan to wear it at first.

The jersey had been sitting in your closet for a week—custom-ordered, stitched with Cameron across the back and that big captain “C” on the front.

It was a joke at first.

It’s not a huge deal, right? You just bought a jersey with his name on it, but it does feel like you’re wearing a piece of him. It’s softer than you thought it would be and when you tug it over your head, it swallows you completely.

#91. CAMERON.

You sit at the edge of your bed, legs bare, phone lighting up beside you with a text from Rafe. “Leaving the rink now. Be there in 20.”

Three little hearts at the end. He’s been doing that lately.

It’s only been a few weeks since you stopped pretending, the casual hookups turning into forehead kisses and falling asleep on FaceTime more often, lazy sunday morning spent together. You haven’t talked about it too much. It’s just been… happening.

You're his, he's yours.

Tonight, he’s crashing at your dorm after practice, a normal Friday thing now. Rafe’s been on fire lately, always pushing himself, and he’s been hinting at how tired he is, but still—when you think of him on the ice, you can’t help but smile. Cocky bastard, you think, and it makes your chest tighten with something warm.

You get him.

You glance at the clock—he’s almost here. And suddenly, there’s a flutter of nerves in your stomach. Is he going to notice? You’ve been asking yourself that all night. You already know the answer.

Rafe notices everything when it comes to you.

You can’t sit still long enough to wait. You hop up and head into the bathroom, turning on the warm light and grabbing your cleanser. It's automatic now—your little skincare routine—except your hand shakes a bit when you twist the cap off your moisturizer.

You feel ridiculous, getting butterflies over a guy you've known most of your life, but it’s Rafe, and this thing between you isn’t what it used to be.

He’s yours now, or at least, he’s becoming that.

You swipe on some toner and glance at your reflection. Your cheeks are warmer, your hair a little messy from tugging the jersey on, and the neckline hangs wide, exposing your collarbone. You press your lips together to stop the smile that creeps up anyway.

You want him to like it.

There’s a knock on your door, familiar because he always knocks, even though you tell him not to.

Your heart leaps as you scramble to dry your hands on a towel and dart out of the bathroom, your bare feet soft against the floor. You hesitate for a second before opening the door, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of the jersey.

Rafe’s still in his hoodie, hair damp from the quick shower he took at the rink, hockey bag slung over his shoulder. He’s already pressing a kiss to your lips— his I missed you without words.

“Hi, princess. Coach was on our ass tonight,” Rafe groans as he steps past you, already shrugging off his jacket first. “It’s like he thinks we forgot how to play defense overnight or somethin’. My legs are shot. I thought Kelce was gonna throw his stick at him.”

He tosses his bag toward the corner like usual and flops onto your bed with a heavy sigh, face first into the comforter.

You lean against the door, watching him grumble into your sheets like a kid who didn’t get picked for recess.

“He had us doin’ suicide drills for no reason,” his voice is muffled now, face buried in your pillow. “Said we were getting lazy. I’ve been skating since eight a.m.”

He kicks his legs a little like he’s tantruming, then flips onto his back with an arm flung over his eyes. You bite your lip to keep from laughing, arms crossed loosely as you inch closer.

God, he’s dramatic.

“He was bitchin’ about backchecking the whole time like—bro, maybe we’re not covering the zone because you keep changing the damn lines every game.”

Your smile breaks through then, no point hiding it. He’s completely unaware, sprawled out across your bed still half-talking into the sleeve of his sweatshirt. You know you should be listening to his complaints—he always gets like this after a bad practice.

You tug the jersey down a little, like that’ll somehow make it more noticeable.

“You done sulking?”

Rafe groans again, dramatically. “Never.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Unless you’ve got food,” he mumbles. “Or a massage. Or—” He cuts himself off mid-sentence, goes eerily quiet as he lifts his arm off his face and finally looks at you.

You watch his eyes drag down, his brain needing a second to catch up. His mouth opens a little, only a sound coming out—a pleased grunt that makes your stomach flip.

“What,” you say innocently, pretending to adjust the sleeve.

You glance down, your bare legs brushing the edge of the jersey as you cross your arms loosely over your chest, a little shy all of a sudden.

Rafe props himself up on his elbows, eyes on you properly for the first time tonight.

“Is that…” His voice goes soft. “Is that my jersey?”

You try to play it cool, but there’s a smile pulling at your mouth. “You like it?”

“That’s my jersey.”

“Yeah."

“With my name on it.” He stares for a second, brain buffering. Then: “Baby.”

It’s not simply a reaction, it’s more of a full-body. He sits up, scoots to the edge of the bed, eyes dragging from your thighs all the way up to the bold white #91 on your chest.

That little captain “C.” His name across your back.

“You got that made?”

You nod, chewing on the inside of your cheek to hide the grin. He reaches out, pulling you in between his legs, fingers brushing the hem where it hangs past your thighs. Shit, the way he always looks at you—you don’t think anyone’s ever looked at you like that before.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you say, voice suddely meek. “Wasn’t sure if it’d be… dumb.”

He doesn’t say anything right away, but his hand lingers on your thigh, a little shaky, and when he looks up at you again, he looks wrecked. Not in the tired-from-practice way, but in the holy-shit-I’m-so-down-bad-it’s-physically-hurting-me way.

You’re still trying to play it cool, but inside you’re screaming. You’ve never had this before, this type of affection, someone who made your skin feel like it was buzzing just from how softly they touched you.

You’re not the type to get giddy over guys, you never have been. Boys have always called you pretty and meant it, but not like this. No one ever made you want to wear their name or feel soft.

“You’re wearin’ my fuckin’ captain patch.”

Your grin spreads.

“Fuck,” Rafe mutters, breath catching in his throat. He runs a hand through his damp hair, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with disbelief. “You’re gonna kill me. You know that, right? Just—wearin’ my name like that?”

Your heart flips. “Too much?”

He laughs like you just asked if the sky was too blue, pulling you forward by the hem of the jersey, letting his forehead fall to your stomach, lips ghosting over the fabric like it’s sacred.

“No,” he mumbles. “Not enough.” He looks up at you with that lazy, crooked smile that always gives him away. “You look better in it than I do.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I’m not covered in bruises and hockey tape.”

He huffs a chuckle through his nose and leans in, pressing a kiss to your hand.

“No, I’m sayin’ it ‘cause it’s true. You look…” His voice trails off like he’s not sure what word to land on. You can feel his breath against your skin. His eyes flick up to yours again,. “…really fuckin’ cute, actually.”

You roll your eyes, playful. “That so?”

He nods like it’s obvious. “I should be mad.”

You tilt your head. “Mad?”

“You know how many fights I’ve gotten in over that jersey? I bled for that thing.”

You laugh, “Okay, relax, Captain Cameron.”

Your fingers instinctively thread through his hair, and you swear you feel him melt into it. His eyes are gleaming, but there’s something almost shy in the way he’s looking at you.

“Baby, I swear to God… I’m never recoverin’.”

You blink, stunned. “You’re being dramatic.”

Rafe looks up, dead serious.

“I’m not.”

He pulls you into his lap and you let him, settling with your knees on either side of him, the jersey pooling between you. His hands slide up your thighs, squeezing gently at the skin.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”

You don’t say anything—only take in the way his lashes fan out, how his hands feel like they were made to hold you. The jersey slips even lower as you lean into him, trying to give him more to look at, and his fingers flex at your thighs again.

You trace his jaw with your knuckles. “You scored a hat trick last weekend,” you tease, “That’s gotta count for something.”

Rafe huffs a laugh, but he’s not paying attention to your words anymore. His hands travel up, brushing under the hem now, and your breath catches as his palms smooth over the tops of your thighs, slipping beneath the oversized fabric, thumbs pressing into your hips.

“You like it?”

“Way too much.”

You hum, smug. “Good.”

“You gonna wear it next game?”

“I dunno,” you say, feigning nonchalance. “Might be bad luck.”

He immediately looks up, scandalized. “Don’t say that. That’s slander.”

You laugh, and the sound makes him grin like a fool all over again.

“Guess we’ll see,” you murmur, leaning down just enough for your noses to bump. “Depends if you score or not.”

“Not enough,” he murmurs, “You sittin’ here, wearin’ this—lookin’ like mine—that’s… that’s what I want every day.”

You don’t even mean to kiss him first.

You tilt your chin the slightest bit, mouth already parting as you lean in—and Rafe meets you halfway. You both tend to forget how much you missed each other during the day.

You gasp into it when his tongue meets yours, Rafe hums low in his chest like you just did something to him. His hands are yanking you closer, gripping your skin, one hand slipping up your back beneath the jersey and pulling you flush against him.

The kiss is a little messy, but sweet. Your mouths move together like you’ve done this a thousand times, which you have. His tongue brushes against yours again, coaxing, until you’re the one deepening it, leaning into him, fingers curling tighter in his hair.

You tilt your head, giving him more, and he takes it greedily—lips parting wider, tongue stroking against yours, his hands still roaming, one slips around to your stomach, splaying wide over your ribs while the other cradles the back of your neck.

You moan quietly into his mouth, and he swears, “Jesus, baby…”

You think, for a second, he might lose it from just kissing you, yet you’re the one whimpering in protest when he pulls back, not meaning to—but it slips out, breathy and sweet, and it does something to him.

“I used to dream about this,” Rafe quietly confesses, thumb sliding under your chin, lifting it so you’ll look him dead in the eye. “You. In my jersey. Lookin’ at me like that.”

Your breath catches.

“I used to think—if I could just get close enough, if I could just have you—once—I’d be good. That’d be enough. I’d be fine.”

You blink at him, wide-eyed, lips still kiss-bitten, and you don’t even realize the way you’re looking at him until his thumb touches your cheek again, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You try to scoff, play it off, but your voice comes out all breathless, no one’s ever made you feel like being adored by you was some kind of miracle. You can feel the puppy-eed look on your face, helpless and a little (a lot ) in love, making you squirm in your skin.

“Don’t look at me like that, Cameron,” you whisper, nose brushing his, your fingers still curled in the hem of his hoodie.

Rafe huffs a quiet laugh, tucking his face into your neck, hiding his red cheeks.

“Can’t help it.” He kisses your shoulder, right where the jersey’s slipping down, then your collarbone, then just below your jaw. “You wearin’ my name,” he mumbles between kisses, “You know what that does to me?”

You bite your lip, grinning even though your heart’s doing that ridiculous flutter thing again. “Tell me.”

“Drives me fuckin’ crazy,” he breathes, mouth dragging up your neck, open and unhurried. “I already wanna fuckin’ worship you every time you let me touch you, but now? Wearin’ this?” His fingers tug at the jersey again, knuckles brushing just under the hem where your thighs part around his hips. “Lookin’ like you belong to me?”

You breathe a shaky giggle, threading your fingers through his hair again. “I do, though.”

His eyes flutter close as his palm slides between your thighs, thumb teasing lightly along the inside. He kisses you again, slower this time, you feel it in your knees, in your chest.

You tug at his hoodie, pouting when he doesn’t move fast enough. “Take this off.”

Rafe grins against your mouth. “Bossy.”

He shrugs out of the hoodie as you help him tug it over his head. The second it’s gone, your hands are on him, greedy palms smoothing down the ridges of his abs. You’ve touched him a hundred times, but it never gets old—he feels borderline feverish.

His hand is already slipping up your back again, this time under the jersey, dragging it torturously up your body until he’s got just enough of it bunched to see the edge of your panties.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, thumbs grazing under the swell of your breasts. You tilt your hips without thinking, grinding against him, and Rafe curses under his breath, eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck. Do that again.”

You roll your hips slower this time, and his hands shoot down to grab your ass, holding you still as he groans into your shoulder.

“I’m tryin’ to make you feel good.”

His hands slide back up your thighs to hook around your panties and tug them down. You gasp when he slips between your folds, already slick for him, and he bites his lip at the sound.

“You like wearin’ my name that much, baby?”

You nod, unable to lie. “I like bein’ yours.”

You can feel him hard beneath you, pushing against your thigh, and it makes you squirm without thinking. Your body reacts before your brain can catch up—tilting your hips again, rocking down as he shudders beneath you.

You rest your forehead against his, breath shaky. “I can’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

“Yeah?”

“All day,” you whisper, your lips ghosting over his. “It’s like—I see you on the ice, and I just… I wanna make you feel good.”

You can’t stop thinking about the last time he was in your mouth—how he’d gone quiet, which Rafe never does, and then grateful, in that wrecked, stunned way he gets when you’re on your knees for him. You remember the weight of him on your tongue, the way he’d filled your mouth—your throat—how he tasted.

His hands start to move again, worshipping the skin there. “You’re already makin’ me feel good, baby.”

You shake your head, teasing your nails lightly down his stomach. “Not like that.”

“Y-you—fuck, you sure?”

You nod, nose brushing his cheek. “You’ve been workin’ so hard. You’ve been takin’ care of me... I wanna take care of you. All I’ve been thinkin’ about,” you murmur, “is gettin’ on my knees for you.”

He swears under his breath, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”

You lean in, lips at his ear, just brushing. “I can still taste you in my mouth sometimes. You know that?”

You start sliding off his lap, never breaking eye contact as you sink to your knees in front of him. The jersey sways around your hips, and Rafe’s pupils blow dark at the sight.

You press your palms to his thighs, spreading them just enough, and reach for the waistband of his sweats. He lifts his hips without a word, in a trance—and you free him, hard and flushed, already leaking at the tip.

You forgot how pretty he is like this, he’s so hard he’s pulsing, and all you’ve done is talk. You look up at him, wrapping one hand around the base, tongue darting out to taste him.

Rafe hisses, head falling back to the wall with a thunk.

“Shit—baby—don’t tease.”

You simply continue to brush your lips over the tip like a kiss, while Rafe’s hips twitch as he hisses through his teeth. You start with your tongue, kitten-licks over the head, catching the salty taste of him. You swirl your tongue around the crown slow, your spit mixing with his precum, lips shiny, mouth open like you’re hungry and still deciding where to start.

Rafe’s hand twitches like he might grab your hair—but he doesn’t. He fists the sheets instead, knuckles white.

“You said you liked when I took my time,” you murmur, thumb brushing just under the head.

“I—fuck, baby, I—” His voice catches, hips jolting like he didn’t mean to move. “You—you got no business bein’ that good at this—Jesus—” He cuts off again, panting.

He lets out a strangled noise when you flatten your tongue again, dragging it along his length as you bob your head, unhurried. Rafe’s breathing gets heavier, just needing to touch you. You pull off with a sticky pop, precum stretching between your lips and his tip, grabbing him by the base. A thick string of saliva lands right on the tip and drips down the length of him.

"Still with me?" you tease, all innocent doe eyes.

He looks down at you with his mouth open, like he’s not even sure where he is.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers. “Baby, what the—fuck.”

You giggle, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, and go back, twisting at the base, your fist stroking in tandem with your lips. He lets out the dirtiest groan yet, hips lifting helplessly off the bed

You spread it with your tongue, lapping up your own spit, moaning filthy, tasting something sweet. You drag the flat of your tongue up the underside, slow as hell, then do it again, eyes fluttering like you’re savoring it.

Rafe looks like he’s about to explode, neck strained, chest rising. “You—fuck, you tryna—tryna suck the—soul outta me?”

You take him in, inch by inch, lips stretching around the thick head until it presses against the back of your throat. You sigh gutturally, and the sound destroys him, letting out a broken moan that sounds like it got torn out of his chest.

Rafe’s hips jerk, “Oh my God—fuck—” His whole body tenses when you hum in response, all innocent, tongue still teasing the slit. “I—I swear to God, you’re evil,” he chokes out. “That mouth—Jesus Christ.”

You pull back, let him slide out, then suck him back in, deeper this time. Your hands are on his thighs, steadying yourself, mouth sloppy and wide around him. You’re obscene with it—licking, spitting.

“Just wanna take care of you,” you whisper, mouth still wrapped around him.

You bob your head slowly, then faster, then slow again, dragging your tongue along the underside every time he slips out. Your hand strokes what you can’t take, the other trailing down to squeeze his thigh.

Rafe’s noises turn to curses.

“Shit—shit, baby, you’re gonna make me lose it—look at you, fuckin’—droolin’ on it, fuckin’ suckin’ me like that—you love it, don’t you?”

You nod with him still in your mouth making him groan louder, his hand tightening in your hair, not pushing, because he doesn’t need to.

You start to fuck your own mouth on him—faster, fluids spilling out the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin. You can hear it, the lewdest sucking sounds filling the room.

“Jesus Christ,” he growls, hips stuttering up into your mouth. “You want it all, huh? You want me down that fuckin’ throat?”

One of your hands dips between your own thighs, to relieve the pressure, but you don’t stop—don’t even slow down. You take him deeper, swallowing around him, until your nose is pressed to his stomach and your eyes are watering, tears tracking down your cheeks.

“Fuuuck—fuck, I’m gonna—baby—”

His thighs are shaking, both hands in your hair now, voice all broken.

“I’m—’m coming—fuck—’m comin’, don’t stop—”

You don’t. You hold him there, let him fuck your throat through it. He groans so loud it echoes, his whole body going taut as he spills down your throat, and you swallow every drop, moaning like it’s everything you ever wanted.

You stay there, mouth still around him, until he whimpers and pulls you off, chest heaving, eyes wild. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, still panting, on your knees, looking up at him like he’s the only thing in the world.

Rafe’s flushed all the way down to his chest—and you’re not even pretending to hide how pleased you are with yourself.

You lick your lips slow, watching him twitch, his hand flexing against the sheets, you know he’s fighting the urge to grab you and manhandle you like a doll. His eyes meet yours, you barely get a second to breathe before he’s tugging—hard—yanking you back up onto his lap like you’re oxygen and he’s suffocating.

“C’mere,” he mutters, voice gritty, desperate.

You straddle him again, dizzy from the sudden movement, but you don’t miss the way his hands go straight to your ass cheeks. His lips crash into yours, tongue and teeth and need—devouring the taste of himself off your mouth.

You grind down into his lap on instinct.

“Fuck,” he breathes, hands already sliding under the jersey, he has to feel your skin again. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You laugh against his lips, dizzy.

“I thought that already happened.”

He growls low in his chest, you’re not helping by feeding the fire.

“You don’t get it,” he grabs a fistful of the jersey, just enough to mouth at your tits, hot and open-mouthed. “You—this—fuck. You’re mine.”

Rafe sucks one of your nipples into his mouth with no warning. His tongue is warm circling before he pulls back with a nasty pop, breath hot as he groans down your sternum. You can only take it, fingers tangling in his hair as he licks a stripe over your chest leaving it soaked.

“Please,” you whisper, aching. “Please, Rafe.”

“Say it again,” he begs into your chest, tugging your panties to the side like it’s nothing, unable to wait another second. “Say my name like that.”

You cry it out for him—Rafe—and it breaks him.

He doesn’t waste a second.

One hand hooks under your thigh, the other around your waist as he lifts you just enough to line himself up, and then—he sinks you down on him in one slow stroke that has both of you gasping like virgins.

You cling to him as your body stretches to take him, nails digging into his broad shoulders, forehead pressed to his. “Oh my God,”

“You were made for me,” he rasps, biting your jaw, your neck, sucking dark bruises into your collarbone, marking you up everywhere his jersey doesn’t cover. “My pretty girlfriend.”

You moan again, moving your hips slow at first. He’s swearing under his breath, kissing you like a man starved—open, desperate, the kind of kisses that make your head spin. He whispers filth between every one.

“Fuckin’ dream about this, baby,” he pants, forehead still pressed to yours. “Used to jerk off thinkin’ about you like this—wearin’ my fuckin’ name, grindin’ on my cock, makin’ all these fuckin’ noises—Jesus.”

You let out a breathy sound into his mouth, hips picking up pace, the sound of skin on skin echoing around the room. You’re soaked, clenching around him.

His thighs flex every time he thrusts up into you, his grip on your ass is ruthless—palms spread wide, pulling you down, guiding your movements with punishing control.

“Bounce for me,” he mutters, breath hot at your neck, voice soaked in affection. “Just like that. C’mon, baby, give it to me.”

You’re overwhelmed by the stretch of him, the way he fills you and stays there—so deep it’s hard to breathe. His hands slide from holding to gripping, then smacking, the sound echoing off the walls.

You yelp, melting when the sting fades into warmth.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” He soothes over the spot he just slapped with his big hand, rubbing circles over your skin like he can feel your heartbeat through it. “Look at that. Look how good you take it.”

Another spank, and then he’s pulling you forward, hands splayed across your ass as he presses you down to his chest, holding you there while his hips fuck up into you with brutal thrusts. Your chest presses against his, sweat-slick, and he wraps an arm around your back to keep you close.

His mouth is right at your ear now, breath ragged. “You want it harder?”

You nod helplessly, whining, and he snaps his hips up into you so hard you see stars.

You cry out, eyes rolling, clinging to him, knowing you’ll fall apart otherwise. He’s thrusting up into you in the meanest possible way, fucking you through your grind, relentless.

“You like that, baby?” he grits. “Like gettin’ fucked in my jersey? Showin’ everyone who you belong to?”

“Yes, Rafe—oh my god, yes—”

He sucks another bruise into your throat, tongue swirling over it. “Gonna make you scream my name, baby. Make you feel me tomorrow. You want that?”

You nod again, tears pricking your eyes from how good it feels, how deep he’s hitting, how much he’s giving. He slows his thrusts just a little, drawing them out, dragging the head of his cock against that spot that makes you twitch, again and again.

You're both gasping, foreheads pressed together, lips brushing, mouths open needing to taste each other to survive. Your hips falter, he helps you—guiding you, pushing you down onto him.

“You gettin’ tired, sweetheart?” he coos, kissing your neck between thrusts. “S’alright. I got you. You just hold on to me, okay? Lemme do the rest.”

And you do. You bury your face in his neck, clinging to his shoulders, completely at his mercy as he fucks up into you from below. Your jersey’s bunched at your ribs now, and his name is plastered across your back like a brand.

He notices, of course he does, and groans so loud it makes you clench around him. “Wearin’ this while I’m buried in you."

You’re both so touchy now, hands roaming without direction—his palms easing up your back under the jersey, yours dragging nails lightly down his spine.

You’re soaked, trembling, lips brushing his as you whimper, “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop.”

His eyelashes flutter, mouth open, breathing you in. “Couldn’t even if I w-wanted to.”

Sweat drips down his neck, and your lips chase it, tongue darting out to taste him. Rafe pulls back just to look at you, your kiss-bruised lips, the warm skin of your cheeks, the wet glint of your eyes as you roll your hips again and clench around him.

“Fuck,” he breathes, voice breaking. “You—baby, you feel so good—I can’t—”

You kiss him before he can finish, moaning into his mouth, your body knowing his better than you do. His hands stay locked on your ass, until your pelvis grinds against his and your clit drags along his skin just right.

His name leaves your mouth like a prayer.

You’re both glistening with sweat now, bodies slick where they slide together. His forehead touches yours again and again—kissing, bumping, anything to stay connected. Your jersey clings to your spine, stuck to your damp skin, and when Rafe fists it at the nape of your neck, it pulls taut across your shoulder blades.

And God, he loves that.

“Mine,” he whispers against your lips. “You fuckin’ mine like this.”

You nod, helpless, letting him rock you through it. “Yours,” you gasp, grinding down as he bucks up again. “Always.”

He whimpers, the kind of sound he’d be embarrassed to let anyone else hear.

Rafe’s hips stutter beneath you and his grip gets tighter, fingers digging into your ass so hard it might bruise. He smacks you again—muttering a curse when you moan into his open mouth.

You kiss down the edge of his jaw, tongue dragging a slow stripe under his ear. He’s never been more gone for someone. Never felt anything like this. Never had someone worship him while he was worshipping them right back, bodies moving like they were made to break together.

He’s trembling now, whole body taut beneath you, “Baby—fuck, ’m close—so fuckin’ close—”

You grind down harder, helpless, hips rocking against his in a broken rhythm that only makes it worse. Every thrust punches out a gasp, a spoiled cry from your lips. You can barely speak—too full.

“Me too,” you whisper, forehead pressed to his, lips brushing as you pant.

You cry out, voice broken as he hits that spot again, that devastating stretch that makes your toes curl, your thighs tremble. You’re so close you can’t speak—you can only moan.

"Rafe—Rafe—please, I’m gonna—oh my god—"

He shudders beneath you, arms wrapping tighter around your waist like he's trying to merge with you, eyes squeezed shut.

“I got you,” he pants, biting at your jaw. “Wanna feel you.”

Your mouth falls open into a sob. Your thighs start to shake, muscles locking, and that knot deep inside you snaps.

“Rafe!” You cry his name loud, high, breaking around him as your whole body shudders, cunt clenching around his cock. You’re still moving even as your orgasm hits you, making your vision blur and your breath hitch in your throat.

That’s what does it for him.

Rafe's mouth drops open in a silent gasp at first—then a guttural moan rips from his chest as he comes inside you, cock throbbing. You feel everything—the twitch, the flood, the way his arms crush you to his chest. Gasping your name into your mouth, into your neck, into everywhere.

“Fuuuck, baby—oh my god,” he creaks into your mouth, fingers digging into your skin like he’s clinging to it. He lets out the loudest, filthiest groan you’ve ever heard, voice cracking around it. “Fuckfuckfuck—I’m—oh my god—”

You’re still fluttering around him, your body’s begging for more, your breath hitching against his cheek. His mouth opens, panting against your throat. Your hips don’t even move anymore—you’re just meeting each other in tiny sex-drunk movements, his cock twitching inside you, your pussy clenching through the aftershocks. Your cries turn to nearly screams, his curses turn to pleas. He’s kissing you like he can’t stop, he doesn’t know where his body ends and yours begins.

Rafe slips one hand between your thighs again—gentle this time, soothing—just barely brushing where you’re still stretched around him. You kiss his cheek, anywhere your mouth can reach, both of you pulsing, spent. The air smells like heat and skin and you, and his name is still caught in your throat.

You lift your head, eyes meeting his—hazy, half-lidded, and yey, there’s that still that look, the spark.

He’s not finished with you, not even close.

Your smirk as you rock your hips again. “Didn’t get enough, huh?”

His voice comes out all fond, “You know what y’do t’me.”

And when his eyes flick down—between where your bodies are still connected, your thighs glistening, flushed, he sees himself leaking out of you.

He moans.

You grin, already rutting against him again, the ache building back up—needy. His cock twitches, still inside you, and he gasps—more sensitive now, but just as desperate.

“You gonna fuck me again?” you whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Or you just gonna lie here and look pretty, baby?”

Next thing you know, you’re on your back—his hands sliding under your legs, pushing them open, wide, until he’s kneeling between them again, that jersey yanked up to your collerbones. You’re bare beneath it, swollen.

And Rafe’s obsessed.

He just stares for a second. “Wanna taste you first.”

You whine. “Rafe…”

He dips down—mouth already watering, licking his lips as he lays a kiss on your inner thigh, then another, then another. Worshipful. You feel his tongue drag a warm stripe up your slit, lapping up the mess you made together.

You’re gushing for it.

Rafe groan against you is filthy, his mouth already open and eating—slurping you up like you’re his last meal, nose buried in you, tongue fucking into your pussy like he’s never gonna stop. His fingers spread your lips, and he moans again when your clit pulses under his tongue.

"Fuck, baby… you taste like me." He grins against your cunt. “You know how hot that is?”

You cry out, hips bucking. He holds them down, forces you to take it.

"Hold still," he mutters. "Not done with you yet."

Your nails are in the sheets as he licks up every drop of you, sucks on your clit until your back arches, then presses two fingers inside you with a groan.

“Still so wet,” he pants, mouth hot on your inner thigh, licking between words. “So fuckin’ pretty like this. You ready for me again?”

“Please,” you whisper, voice cracking, needing him back inside you like air.

He kisses his way up your body—your belly, the curve of your breast, the side of your neck—then pushes inside you again, so fucking deep.

His head falls to your shoulder. “That's it…”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, legs locked around his waist, jersey still bunched, stuck between your bodies. His thrusts start languid—dragging, making you feel every inch of him. The squelch of you echoing, your soaked pussy milking him already.

He’s kissing you again and you kiss him back just as hard, the first round wasn’t enough, you need more.

“Come again for me,” Rafe pants into your mouth, hips moving in that devastating roll. “You still got more in you, baby—I know you do.”

You don’t know how long he fucks you like that, long mean strokes that drag his cock over every sensitive nerve inside you.

Sweat beads down his temple, drops to your chest, and he leans down to lick it off—tongue heavy, and possessive in the best way possible. Then he sees your tits again, all flushed and bouncing, he groans like he’s gonna lose it, dropping his mouth to your chest and sucking.

His tongue circles one nipple, then he switches to the other, switching back and forth because he can’t decide which one he wants more, lifting them into his mouth like he’s starving.

“God, I missed these,” he mutters against your skin, voice wrecked. “So fuckin’ pretty. Can’t stop thinkin’ about ‘em.”

You arch up prettily for him, whimpering as he sucks bruises into the tender flesh, biting lightly just to soothe with his tongue after. Your body’s shaking again—overstimulated in the best way.

You’re grinding up to meet every thrust, your clit dragging against the base of him, and the friction makes your whole body twitch.

“Rafe—Rafe, I’m close—”

“I know, baby,” he pants, sucking your nipple deeper into his mouth, cock still fucking you deep and slow. “I can feel you.”

And he can—your walls fluttering around him, already starting to clamp down.

“C’mon,” he coaxes, full of that dangerous sweetness. His lips drag up your chest, your collarbone, nipping gently until he reaches your mouth again. “Wanna feel you fall apart again.”

You’re shaking beneath him, and his thrusts get rougher, quicker.

“You got it, baby. Just like that—fuck, that’s it—you’re gonna make me cum too—”

Your hands clutch his back, your legs lock tighter around his waist, and your head falls back with a cry.

“I’m—’m coming—fuck—!”

Rafe's still sucking at your tits, groaning into your skin as your pussy clenches around him, which does it for him. He spills inside you with a pained whine, deeper than anything you’ve ever heard from him.

He buries his face in your neck, biting down softly to muffle how loud he’s being. “Jesus—you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me—”

You both shake through it, still locked together, hearts thudding like drums. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, and his arms are wrapped tight around you.

He leans up—forehead to yours again, noses bumping. His voice cracks when he speaks.

“Never felt like this,” he whispers. “I swear to God… never felt like this with anyone but you.”

You blink up at him, glassy-eyed, fucked-out, and glowing.

He kisses your cheek, your nose, your mouth. Sweet, slow pecks that contrast the way he just ruined you.

“Yeah?”

Rafe nods, brushing your hair from your forehead. Your breath hitches again, but it’s not from the aftershocks this time—it’s from how he’s looking at you.

Your fingers glide along his jaw, thumbing a drop of sweat there.

“You look like you’re in love with me.”

“I am.”

It slips out before he can think better of it, but he doesn’t take it back or flinch. Just stares down at you with his heart in his eyes.

“Have been. just didn’t know what to call it ‘til I felt this.”

The words make your heart trip in your chest.

Oh my God.

It’s not like you didn’t know, you’ve felt it in the way he touches you, the way he looks at you when he thinks you don’t notice. You’ve heard it in every broken moan, every whispered mine, every time he reached for you like instinct.

But hearing it like that...Your eyes sting again—but it’s different this time. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” he says. “Swear it. However you’ll let me.”

You reach for him, cupping his face, pulling him down, “I love you.”

He lets out this tiny, broken laugh that turns into a kiss, full of everything that never got said before. His fingers lace with yours on the pillow, holding you. His lips press to your cheek, your jaw, your chest—thanking each part of you for loving him back. You feel his eyes get damp where they press into your skin.

“Hey,” you murmur, holding his face in your hands again. “You’re okay.”

Rafe curls into you—head on your chest, arms locked around you as your fingers thread through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, and you feel his whole body melt against yours. He’s already dozing, soft breaths cooling the skin between your breasts, still inside you.

“Love you,” he mumbles into your skin.

“Love you more,” you whisper back, kissing the top of his head.

And he smiles in his sleep.

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channiesbakery · 3 months ago

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jealous? —

prompt / request — dumbification with dino

pairing — reader + ex fwb!dino

word count — 1330

genre — smut [dumbification, use of slut, fingering, semi public sex, p in v]

it was supposed to be an easy, simple, no strings attached arrangement. neither you or chan had time for a relationship, nor did you want one.

or at least, that’s what you told yourself. and the no strings arrangement worked out for a couple months. but then the two of you started spending time outside of just in bed.

you knew chan’s reputation when you first started the arrangement. he wasn’t a relationship guy, and at the time, neither were you.

the minute you realized you had started falling for chan, you ended your friends with benefits relationship, giving him a bullshit excuse.

you manage to keep space between the two of you, rarely ever seeing each other despite chan always texting you, asking to meet up.

of course, you wanted to respond to him, to head over to his apartment for one last time. but you knew that if you gave in, it wouldn’t just be one more time and you’d only fall for him harder, risking breaking your own heart.

you do a good job of distracting yourself from chan and keeping your distance. until your mutual friend, seungkwan’s, birthday comes up and you’re both invited.

you manage to avoid him for most of the night, following your friend’s around seungkwan’s place. at one point, you end up talking to yeonjun, who leads you to the makeshift bar in kitchen for a drink.

chan had been looking around the party for you and he finally spots you, wearing his favorite dress of yours while chatting with yeonjun.

“hey man!” yeonjun starts to greet chan when he walks over but chan doesn’t respond to him. “i need to talk to you,” he says to you, not giving you a chance to respond as he grabs your wrist, pulling you away.

“what the hell is your problem?” you scoff as he drags you out onto the balcony. “mine? you’re the one who ended things for no reason then practically ghosted me!” chan snaps.

“I’ve been busy,” you say simply. “didn’t look too busy when you were with yeonjun,” he scowls. “what? you jealous?” you raise an eyebrow. “i thought lee chan doesn’t get jealous,” you point out.

“when it comes to you? i do,” he says, pushing you back up against the wall. his body is close to yours, not quite pressing against you just yet.

“c’mon sweets, what happened? we had a good thing going on. been missing you these past few weeks,” he purrs in your ear.

“I’m sure you could’ve found another girl to keep you company,” you shrug. “they aren’t you,” he mumbles, his lips pressing against your neck.

“why not? i can tell you still want me. the way your breath hitches, your cute little gasps, the fact that you wore this dress,” chan mumbles, his fingertips dipping under the hem of your short dress, dragging up your inner thigh.

“please, i didn’t wear it for you,” you scoff, trying to sound convincing but you knew deep down, maybe you did wear it for him.

“you wore it for yeonjun then?” chan scoffs, pulling back from your neck to look at you. “maybe i did,” you shrug.

“well if you were trying to get me jealous, it worked.” he says, fulling pressing his body against you.

“please, not everything’s about you,” you scoff but chan’s confidence never wavers. “you’re telling me you haven’t thought of me in the past weeks?” he asks, his hand moving further up your thigh as you instinctively part your legs for him.

“cause I’ve been thinking about you. you’ve been on my mind nearly every day sweets,” he says, chuckling when you grab his wrist, pushing it up higher.

“shut up and stop teasing,” you glare at him. “so bossy,” chan chuckles but brushes your clothed pussy lightly before moving your panties to the side.

“gonna let me touch you out here? where anyone can walk out and see? tsk tsk, such a slut hm?” he teases, barely pushing his fingertip inside you.

you whine in response, trying to grind down against his hand. “so needy already? only been a few weeks without my cock and the you’re this needy?” he teases.

he suddenly pushes two fingers in, making you gasp, leaning forward against his chest as you grip his shoulder for stability.

“can feel you squeezing my fingers already, are you that needy? I’ve barely touched you and you’re about to make a mess of my fingers,” he taunts as you bury your face in his neck.

“my pretty slut making a mess for me, hm?” he continues, grinding his palm against your clit. your moans are muffled against his neck as his fingers slow their movements while you ride out your high.

you feel them slipping out of you before his other hand grips your hair, pulling your head back slightly. his fingers tap your bottom lip and you immediately suck on them, your eyes meeting his as you do.

“good girl,” he purrs, pushing his fingers deeper just to make you choke slightly.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, quickly replacing them with his own lips. chan kisses desperately, he might’ve teased you for being needy but deep down, he was probably more desperate than you were.

everything that happens next is a blur. one minute you’re desperately making out on the balcony, the next, you’re face down in someone’s bed as chan pounds into you.

“feels good doesn’t it?” he whispers in your ear, his soft voice a huge contrast to the way his cock pounded into you.

“y-yeah- good-“ you manage to choke out. “yeah? my cock feels good? so good you can’t think of anything else hm?” he continues, sitting up straighter to grip your hips as he thrusts into you even harder.

you can only moan out in response, your brain feeling too fuzzy to come up with words. “that’s okay, sweets. just let me make you feel good. no need to think right now. I’ve got you,” he coos.

your eyes roll back as he pulls your body up so your back presses against his chest as his cock buried deeper inside you. “so pretty like this, sweets. no thoughts in that pretty brain of yours except my cock hm?” he mumbled in your ear.

“just my pretty, dumb baby,” he continues. “y-yours-“ you mumble, not realizing what you’ve said. “that’s right. mine. you’re mine,” he practically growled in your ear.

“fucking love when you’re like this. missed making you feel so good, fucking you dumb, there’s no thoughts left in that pretty head,” he continues, releasing his hold on you so you collapse back down against the mattress.

you cum around his cock but he doesn’t slow down, instead he fucks you even harder. your moans are muffled by the sheets, his fingers digging into your hips and you know you’re going to wake up with bruises.

his cum floods your cunt and he thrusts into you a few more times after releasing before he completely pulls away from you.

“did so good pretty baby,” he leans over, kissing your temple as you lay there, completely spent and limp, while he looked for something to clean you up with.

“this is the last time,” you mumble as he wiped you clean. chan just chuckles at that and you sit up slightly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“we’re not done,” he shakes his head. “yes we are,” you argue. “did i fuck you too dumb that you haven’t noticed?” chan raises an eyebrow.

“notice what? that you’re still just annoying now as you were three weeks ago?” you scoff. “no, you idiot. that i’ve fallen for you,” he says and when you look in his eyes, you can see that he’s completely serious.

“oh.” you say simply.

“yeah, oh. so when you’re done being a stubborn brat and telling me we’re done, I’m taking you out. on a real date.”

#dino x reader #dino smut #lee chan x reader #lee chan smut #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen smut #svt smut #channiesbakery drabbles

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ultravi0lence14 · 4 months ago

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Sleeping Beauty

sam winchester x bimbo!reader

817 | fluff, no use of y/n

summary: sam looks so pretty when he sleeps, and he just can’t keep his hands off of you.

the ridges of sam’s face had softened, displaying a more peaceful and less tense man. it broke your heart how the only time he could truly find peace was in the confines of sleep, but you just hoped that the love you gave him everyday would add more solitude to his otherwise tense living.

your white knee high socks slipped across the bunker floor as you moved from sam’s doorway, walking towards where he rested peacefully in his bed. the sleep shorts you wore sent a breeze through your thighs, making you itch to feel the warmth that sam brought you all throughout your body.

he and dean had been on a case in tennessee, and you had been visiting family by the time they came back. you hadn’t seen sam in about a week and a half, and he had already been back from the case 2 days before you returned.

missing him was hard — the old purple dog shirt of his on your upper half adding to that point, but you loved moments like this. moments where you’d embrace him tightly and he’d hold you like you were the only person in the world.

the weight of your body dipped the mattress as you knelt onto the bed, the braids in your hair swaying as you crawled upward to where sam rested. you cooed as you saw the expression on his face; lips parted slightly with his eyelashes brushing beneath his eyelids. he looked so soft, and you were eager to melt into bed beside him, merge your body with his own.

sam’s warm body came closer to yours as you moved underneath the blankets, shifting your body around so you could curl into his side and get an even closer look at his face. he was so pretty; possibly one of the prettiest men you have ever seen. you just couldn’t believe he was yours.

almost as if your mind was working on autopilot, the tips of your fingers started tracing the lines and planes of sam’s face. his brow bone, down the slope of his nose, around his lips. no place was left untouched, and you found yourself starting to draw tiny hearts across his cheeks.

when his eyes started to flutter open, a sheepish smile spread across your face. you truly didn’t want to wake him up, but as he fumbled to curl his arms around you in his grogginess, you really couldn’t feel all that bad.

“hey baby.” and god, there was that morning voice. like gravel was lodged in his throat, sam’s voice was so deep you felt it rattle your bones. it didn’t make it better that as he spoke, sam moved his palms onto your waist and hauled you over his body until you were laying completely on top of him.

“sam!” you whispered out a squeal as you moved underneath the blankets. “how is this comfortable? i’m practically crushing you.”

the boyish grin that lit up his face had molten lava spreading through your stomach. a feeling that you missed in the past few days of being away from sam. “i haven’t seen you in a week and a half, angel. is it such a crime that i’ve missed all of my pretty girl?”

his words were accentuated with multiple feather light kisses to your face. your face hurt terribly from how much you were smiling, which also meant that sam had perfect access to your dimple lines and the apple’s of your cheeks.

giggles rippled from your lips as his ministrations continued, leaving your hands to grapple at his shoulders and lift yourself slightly from his body. “quit it sammy,” you joked, feeling the confines of sam’s hands on your waist pull you back down to his body. “you’re making me blush.”

“and?” he had replied so quickly you barely even finished talking. “you look so fucking pretty like that. especially when i’m the one getting you all flustered.”

his words made you blush even harder, eliciting you to drop your face into his chest and hide the pigmentation. this only made sam’s smile grow as he dropped his chin on the top of your head, hands tangling in the strands of your hair as he twirled pieces between his fingers.

“oh cmon pretty, don’t hide that lovely face from me.” his words were followed by his palms gripping each side of your head, lifting it up so your eyes would meet. “there she is, my sweet girl. don’t hide your face from me, it’s my favourite view.”

you just shook your head, lifting your body a little so you could place a delicate kiss on sam’s cheek. “you’re an absolute cornball, you know that sam winchester?”

“only for you, my love.” if the radiance from a smile could light up the entire world, the beam that came from sam’s toothy grin would do just that.

tags: @floralscented @deansbeer @haunteres @ostaramoon @titsout4jackles @jasvtsc @fallbhind

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #imagine #supernatural x reader #fluff #ultravi0lence14 #sam x reader #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester oneshot #natasha’s library

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tetsumie · 9 months ago

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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

genre: comfort

content: kuroo hasn't seen you in days and makes his way to your apartment to see what's going on with you

cw: reader has a depressive episode and displays depressive symptoms

a/n: hello! i tried writing something for my pookie wookie kuroo tetsuro also lwk very self indulgent.. love u all and tysm for the endless support and as always likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! i could not be here without you all <333

"hi! this is y/n l/n! sorry i couldn’t answer your phone call. i’m a bit busy right now but leave a message and i’ll call you back the first chance i get than-" kuroo hangs up the phone for nth time today and sighs.

kuroo hasn't heard from you for the past few days and to be completely honest, it’s like you've completely vanished off the planet. your designated seat next to him in both chemistry and english lectures have remained empty for the past week and he can’t seem to get ahold of you at all.

at first, he didn’t really worry much about it. he didn’t want to pry on why you weren’t coming to school. he understood everyone needed their space. but when he intercepted your friends one day and asked them how you were doing and they too were unsure as well, he knew there was something severely wrong.

on the other hand, you’ve been home all week.

you haven’t been in the best place for the past week. you feel like your body is slowly succumbing to the stress and your body is practically giving out on you, working overtime. motivating yourself to study and to work is already difficult enough as is but doing basic things such as getting out of bed and even taking a shower feels impossible.

you feel stuck in this never ending loop of time where the same things just keep happening over and over. you wake up at the prime hour of 12 pm and realize you’ve missed all your morning classes but then immediately head back to bed. you fall asleep and then wake up at 2 pm and stare at the ceiling above you with no particular thought in mind. eventually, you find yourself scrolling through social media on your phone but then ditch it after a few minutes because a wave of social anxiety crashes into you.

it doesn’t help that you’ve also been skipping meals and you’re starting to catch a cold. man, you haven’t even gotten out of bed, let alone left your bedroom. you can’t even get yourself to do the bare minimum right now and making yourself an actual meal is a bit too out of your comfort zone.

and what makes this entire situation worse is the fact that you’ve been pushing everyone away, from your friends to family to the one and only kuroo tetsuro.

there was no justification behind why you were avoiding them. you just couldn’t allow yourself to let them see you in such a lethargic condition. it hurt your pride and in general, you hated having people worry for you. it made you feel, in a sense, hopeless.

you just wanted to shut yourself off from the world.

the week goes by in a flash and friday evening rolls around. your phone lights up again for the nth time. you see it flash white but you roll over away, not having the energy to grab it. doing anything especially talking to other people feels exhausting.

a few minutes later, someone's banging on the door. it sounded like the fbi was at your door with a search warrant as if you were harboring drugs. you don't answer the door, not feeling like leaving the comfort and safe haven of your bed.

but the banging doesn’t seem to stop and you're getting irritated so you’re forced to get out of bed and tell the person at the door to come at another time.

to your surprise, when you open the door, you find your boyfriend, kuroo, staring at you with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

“y/n, where have you been?” he begins the interrogation.

you mumble. “nowhere. been at home.”

he looks you up and down, taking in your disheveled state. your face is pale, the bags under your eyes seep deeply, giving away the countless sleepless nights you've had. your shoulders are slumped and the corners of your mouth turn down slightly, a subtle but constant frown. your hair is unkempt, reflecting the lack of energy to even try to care for yourself. an aura of exhaustion and hopelessness hangs around you, making it clear that you're struggling to find the strength to even function.

“then why haven’t you answered my calls?” he continues.

“i’ve just been preoccupied,” you lie and he catches on immediately.

no words are exchanged between the both of you for a few moments. you take his silence as your cue to end this awkward conversation and to send him on his way.

"i'm sure you have better things to do, just go-"

you're about to close the door on him until he says, "let me in."

you sigh again.

“can you come back later tetsu?” you don’t want to have him deal with you like this. he's seen more than enough of you in this condition.

his piercing gaze locks with your tired eyes and he feels his heart clench. the usual shimmer in your eyes gone and all he can see the numbness in your expression.

"no let me in," he states in a strict tone. "we have to talk."

with no choice, you open up the door entirely and kuroo takes a look at the state of your apartment. he would be lying if he wasn't caught by surprise. clothes are strewn across the couch and bowls of empty ramen are lying on the kitchen counter. your apartment is a mess.

putting his stuff down near the door, he begins to slowly pick up your clothes off the floor and tosses them into the laundry bin. seeing him make an attempt at cleaning your mess made you uncomfortable to the point your skin started to crawl.

"tetsuro, stop."

"no."

"please stop," you plead in desperation.

"y/n, i’m trying to help you!" he replies, his voice growing a little louder with irritation at your refusal.

“what if i don’t want your help?” you shoot back and his mouth closes shut. “i don’t want your help or your pity or condolences or whatever it is! just go home!”

although your mouth said one thing, your mind was trying to telepathically convey another.

please don’t leave me now. please stay.

you don’t say a word as you walk into your bedroom, closing the door behind you, hoping he'll leave on his own. the moment he hears the click of your bedroom door, kuroo begins to try to organize as much as he can in your living room. he takes out your old leftover foods and tidies up the kitchen. he starts working his way through the living room, silently sweeping the dust off the floor and reorganizing your items that were strewn on the floor.

as he’s silently working, he begins to hear sniffles and sobs coming from your room. dropping everything, he finds himself standing in front of your closed door, fist about to knock the door.

“love, can we talk?” he says out loud.

it's silence from the other end.

"y/n... please..." kuroo's voice cracks. "i just want to see you."

"door's open," your voice is muffled slightly through the door.

he opens the door and is greeted by you wrapped around in your comforter, looking away from the door. kuroo takes in the state of your room. the curtains are drawn out and there are tissues littering your night stand along with your computer lying in the corner with a pile of clothes in the corner waiting to be cleaned.

you were always so organized, what started this?

kuroo goes over to the other side of the bed and your face is huddled into your comforter. he crouches down and starts to stroke your hair with his hand.

"baby? talk to me, love. what's going on in that pretty head of yours huh?" he coos in hopes of getting you to open up.

refusing to look him in the eye, you mumble into your comforter loud enough for him to understand. "it's been getting bad again... it’s been bad all week and i'm just tired all the time."

he kisses the top of your head. "and that's okay. not everyday is supposed to be a great day. you're supposed to have good days and bad days."

you finally emerge from your cocoon and the sight he's greeted with break his heart into pieces. your face has a slight red flush tint with the remnants of your tear stains on your face. he sees how you're trying to maintain a steady face, trying your best not to fall apart in front of him.

no questions asked, he brings you into his chest and the tears you worked so hard to keep at bay come apart. you start sobbing into his chest. he strokes your back in a rhythmic up and down motion, adding the occasional kiss on the top of your head. he finds himself crawling into your bed with you on his lap as you continue to sob into his chest.

once your crying subsides a bit and your throat feels a bit sore from the crying, you look up at him and he gives that genuine small smile of his that you've grown to love so much.

"i love you, you know that right?" he reassures as your eyes meet.

your eyes shift from one eye to another and you look at him as if he hung the stars just for you.

"i know and i don't know why you love me. i don't deserve you. you deserve someone who's put together and on top of it and just perfect. hell, you could do so much better than me... i don't even know why you're still with me."

his heart cracks at the heartbreaking words, escaping your mouth. he feels so stupid. have you been feeling like this for all this time and haven't said a word to him? he should've done something.

"when we started dating, from that very moment, i knew i wanted all of you. i want everything. i want your bad days and your good days and your lazy days and your rotting in bed days. i want your good and bad. i want your highs and lows. y/n, i just want you." he kisses your cheek.

he continues to reassure you, "i want all of it. and i want to be there for you the entire time. i don't want you to have to hide yourself from me. i never wanted you to be perfect. i wanted you to be just you. that's who i fell in love with."

"i love you with all your 'imperfections' you know that right?" he does the air quotes around the word "imperfections."

"yeah but it's so hard for me to accept-," you start but he brings his pointer finger to your lips, telling you to stop your train of overthinking.

you both are enveloped in a comfortable silence with kuroo's reassuring words hanging in the air.

"i love you so much, you have no idea," you finally say, cuddled into his chest.

"oh yeah? i couldn't tell," he begins to tease. "tell me more actually."

you let out a chuckle, playfully slapping his arm, and that warm, sweet smile of his forms again on hisi lips.

"there's my gorgeous girl. oh how i've missed you."

"missed you too, tetsu."

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mrs-reid-hotchner · 3 months ago

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The surprise.

In-ho x pregnant! Wife! Reader

Summery: While in-ho is away at the games reader finds out she’s expecting, her head is spinning while try to figure out how to tell in-ho a man who’s lost so much so we decided to make telling him the news big

Word count: 918

Tw: mention of death and child death, age gap (readers is 28 in-ho is 49), I don’t think he act at all cannon but I could be wrong, this is my first fanfic so it most likely cringe (p.s: feel free to tell me what I can do better but please be nice)

In-ho has been away for 5 days, You know his works make him leave for around a week this time of year and abruptly for a few day every now and then but you don’t mind much you’ve got used to it you’ve been together for 2 years married for 1. do you miss him yes but he always finds ways to make it up to you for being gone. Date nights, shopping trips, even cooking your favorite food and watching your favorite show or movie while cuddling, And he’s ok that when he’s gone you have your friends over for a slumber party as long as the house isn’t a mess when he gets home, even though if it was he wouldn’t care it would show you had fun and that all he wants.

This time was going the same as normal you kissed him goodbye got set up to have some friends over and put a movie on. Then your friend was scrolling though social media when they saw this trend called pregnancy rulait where you all take a test and put it in a bowl or a hat and mix them then pick one out of it. Sense you have all been in long term relationships you and your friends went to the store and bought some boxes, you were sure the cashier gave you guys a wierd look but who cares. You all took the and put them in your old baseball cap and shook it then waited a few minutes.

After you all waited you guys, one by one pulled a test out of the hat the one negative then another the three more the there was….a positive followed by two more negative we all looked at eachother and then all took another and held onto them. When the three minutes were over you all checked and you’d was the positive brain was spiraling, in-ho just left and how would he even react you guys have talked about kids and you both want them but did you guys want them now? How would you tell him? Is he gonna take it well? You know what happened with his wife and he’s already makes sure your safe but makes sure he doesn’t get to protect he lets you go out along as he knows we’re and you keep him updated but you being pregnant might be a different story of course you can’t go out with your friends like you used to but for all you know he’ll put you in a bubble rap ball for 9 months, all you know is you’ll figure it out but you want to surprise him with it.

The past few day you’ve thought of everything balloons, just giving it to him and telling him that way, bakeing a cake all of it. You sit there looking at the date when you realize he comes home tomorrow and you still haven’t decided how your gonna tell him. You thought of a idea didn’t like it thought of a new one didn’t like that one it was the the same thing over and over, you wanted it to be perfect then you thought of it, so you got to work going to store making sure you know what dinner gonna be that night (his favorite) and slow calming music

The night he came home you were cooking dinner and had the table set very romantic when you heard the door opened you smiled “hello my love!” You said so he knew you were in the kitchen. When he got in the kitchen he was surprised to see you dressed up but he smelt what you were cooking and smiled “my love you know I like to treat you when I come home” he hold you by your waist as you cook. Your smile up at him and say “I know but I wanted to cook for you, you should go get washed up” he smiles kissing you on the cheek as he goes to shower. By the time he gets back you put dinner on plates and poured him a glass of whiskey and you some water. He sit down across from you making small talk while you both eat, when you finish eating you wait for him to also finish eating, when he does you smile at him “I have a gift for you” you say grabbing a box you hide under your chair “a gift? But i didn’t get you anything” you chuckle “you alway get me something it’s my turn now open” you hand him the box and he opens it revealing a tiny onesie with the words ‘daddy’s mini me’ on it and under the onesie is your positive pregnancy test. He takes the onesie out and reads it then looked at you confused till you point to the box again and he sees the test and a million thoughts run through his head he waits a bit before he starts speaking “when did you find out?” You answer him and he nods he looks at you and smiles “we’re gonna be parents together…us” you smile at him and you go over and hug him “your gonna be an amazing father” you say as you look up at him, he looks down at you and smiles “and your gonna be an amazing mother” as he say that you both share a quick kiss and go cuddle on the couch leave the dishes till tomorrow.

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dwaekkicidal · 10 months ago

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Sharing is Caring [3: HyunLix]

˚ʚHyunLix x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Hyunjin and Felix take after their leader, using their way to push your body just far enough past its limit.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 4.4k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, chanlix mxm mentions before the 1st divider, ot8 x reader mentions, chris x reader fluff in the very beginning, 'baby girl' and 'princess' used (1) time each, threesome, rough sex, mentions of chan/chris x reader and filming+sharing the video, hard(?)dom hyunjin, soft dom lix, overstimulation, filming, fingering, squirting, yellow from the light system is called (1) time, p in v (be safe about it irl), oral (f and Hyun receiving), spanking, slight aftercare mentions, that should be all?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: we dont talk about how late this is lol. Also sorry if the plot parts seem rushed >< I didn’t know what else to fluff it up with but there was already so many words so i left it as is lol

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Chris’ hands roam up and down your back as the two of you lay on the couch in his dorm, you settled between his legs and draped lazily over his torso. His chin pokes at the top of your head as he strains himself slightly to look down, eyes sparkling with nothing but admiration and love. You stare up with a similar expression, a small smile taking over your features as the TV show is long forgotten.

“I’ve missed this.” His voice comes out hushed and quiet as he tries to keep this moment private, not taking even the slightest chance to wake up his roommates. It was super late into the night, past 2 am if you had to guess, and this was the first time in weeks he had gotten alone time with you.

You smile a little wider and nod, resting your cheek near his shoulder as a hand comes up to rest on his cheek. “It has been a while. The boys have been throwing me between each other so I haven’t had any alone time with you. Let alone one on one time with the others-'' He laughs before quieting himself again, “Yeah… They really have.”

A comfortable silence fills between you two for a while after that until you notice that Chris is making a weird face, a cute one though. It’s the face he makes when he’s thinking about something really hard so you poke him a few times, tickling him in an attempt to get an explanation out of him. He smiles at you again and thinks to himself as if he is trying to find the right words. “How do you think I should go about trying to sleep with one of the other boys?” The question makes you perk up and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Sleep as in… have sex with?” You laugh lightly before laying back down against his chest. “Is this about Han?” He bites his lip and looks up at the ceiling. “Yes and no? Uh… basically that first night we opened up the relationship, Han told me that he messes around with Felix sometimes. I’ve always been interested in Lix, but it's gotten worse lately. I just don’t know how to go about it…”

You massage his ear as you get lost in thought, tenderly rubbing the area there in an attempt to calm his nerves. “I mean… realistically, you could just be honest with him. I mean, this is Felix we’re talking about. I don’t think you could offend him or cross a line with him even if you tried.” He chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“If it would make you feel better, I can tell him that you want to talk about something and get the two of you some alone time. I can even distract the boys for you if you need it.” You both laugh and he nods in agreement.

He deems it bedtime not long after that, helping you to your feet before joining you on the short journey to his bedroom. Already being in your pajamas, you just throw yourself on his mattress and groan when he throws himself on top of you. Some giggles are exchanged before he normally lays on his back and pulls you into his chest, smiling to himself as you nod off.

“Good night, baby girl. I love you.”

It was around noon the next day when you woke up. You were used to the feeling of the bed being empty thanks to Chris’ tendency to leave early and head to the studio with the other two producers. However, today was a little different thanks to an unknown figure who throws themself on the bed behind you, wrapping their arms around you and whispering a deep “Good morning.”

Hyunjin walks into your vision and smiles sweetly, laying down in front of you and snuggling close to you. He shoves his face into your neck and places tickling kisses there as you come to your senses. Felix pokes his head out from behind you and pulls you to lay on your back before assaulting your face with kisses, causing you to smile and wiggle between the two of them.

After a while of cuddling and sleepy kisses, the three of you eventually get up in order to get some food in your stomachs. As you all ate, Felix explained that everybody else was busy doing their own things and he was lonely in the other dorm, so he came over to spend some time with you and Hyunjin. Then, once everybody ate, Hyunjin dragged you out to the living room to hang out with them despite your pleas to go back to bed and nap, which is how you all ended up cuddling on the couch watching Felix play Tekken (and losing miserably).

The boys sometimes snuck you kisses between rounds, conversing with each other and updating you about the newest songs or choreos as well as any promotions you were unaware of. You could tell something else was on their minds though. Between matches Felix would nervously bite his lip and try to sneak his hand to his neck, checking the pulse while he and Hyunjin exchanged weird faces at each other. You ignored it at first, but once Hyunjin started fidgeting from his spot beside you, you finally made them spit it out.

Now… Both men were aware of how you could squirt. Hell, the whole group was! They all witnessed it themselves when a 3-minute video was sent to the group chat a week ago: the video containing your lower half with Chris’ fingers shoved deep into your cunt that spewed a waterfall towards him and his phone’s lens. They all admitted how insanely hot it was, but ultimately moved on from it and hadn’t brought it up again. These two, however, just could not get it out of their heads. More so, they wondered if they could get you to that point and wanted to experiment.

And that is unfortunately how you found yourself in your current situation. An hour later with both men on each end of you; Felix sitting up on his knees with your head in his lap and Hyunjin between your legs, holding them open as he ate you out like it was the last meal he would get his hands on. They had spent the first 30 minutes or so minutes on foreplay, riling you up in all your favorite ways before you were even given the chance to undress. And since then, they managed to pull multiple orgasms from your body in this same position. They insisted on making you squirt their way instead of Chris’; meaning they slowly relaxed you and your body with foreplay for as long as they desired before using meticulous movements to overwhelm you.

“You can do it, love. You gotta make a mess for us so we can fuck you.” The deep voice in your ear pulls you back down to earth and you shiver in his hold when his fingers return to your nipples like they had before your last orgasm hit. You can only nuzzle your cheek further into his thigh, letting out pathetic moans as the onslaught between your legs continues. Hyunjin never once pulled away from you, instead mumbling his response against your clit while his fingers hooked themselves inside of you.

They could tell you were close again and they worked harder, desperately wanting to see you squirt with their own eyes, not through the pixels of their phones. You knew yourself that you were almost to that point, you could feel it in your bones, but you also weren’t used to the gentleness of things. Chris always bullied his fingers in you aggressively, though extremely pleasurable at the same time, so you needed a little something else to push you over the edge. And, somehow, the younger of the two was already way ahead of you.

One of his hands was removed from your chest and in the corner of your blurry eyes, you could see him reach for a thin black object. The sudden bell-like sound of a recording beginning was played right next to your ear. You blinked away the blurriness in your eyes and watched as Felix panned his phone down to Hyunjin’s face, zoning in on the tongue licking shapes into your clit. He then moved the phone right under your face and zoomed in, letting you get an enhanced sight of the boy between your thighs and making you moan loudly.

Your eyelids tried to flutter shut but you held them open, desperate to watch the enhanced image of your beautiful boyfriend’s face that was glistening from your juices. Hyunjin caught on fast and tried to rile you up more, teasingly staring straight into the camera lens and licking a long and rough line along your clit. You even got a short glimpse of his tongue literally dripping from your cum as he pulled away to reposition his tongue inside of you.

Felix takes the chance to remove his free hand from your chest and reach forward, rubbing his fingers messily around your clit. It was all too much. Felix’s phone pointing at you as he humps the air by your head and occasionally pinches your clit mixed with Hyunjin’s long fingers bullying against your g-spot all while his tongue curves at the very entrance of your cunt and while he stares up at you intensely has you overwhelmed in all the right ways.

Your head is thrown back as you moan pathetically at the feeling of you gushing. Your legs desperately try to close around Hyunjin’s head, but Felix removes the hand on your clit and drops the phone on the bed to wrap his hands around the underside of your knees, holding them to your chest and giving Hyunjin the freedom to continue bullying your cunt.

With your head thrown back against Felix’s thigh, you don’t get to watch as Hyunjin backs away slightly, moving the hand that was resting on your thigh to rub roughly against your clit in order to pull more from you as his shirt gets completely soaked. While he does this, his long fingers continue to curve upwards and dig into your G-spot.

"F-Fuck! Wait!!" You moan out a cry and shoot your arms down to push his hands away, only for his now-soaked hand to come up and take hold of both of your wrists. They hold you tightly like this, keeping you in place as they push your body’s limits. What feels like hours of begging passes before you genuinely feel like you’re gonna pass out. The amount of wetness that falls from you has lessened more and more as they continue, but it hasn’t completely stopped so you knew they would have kept going.

“O-Okay, okay! No more, p-please- Yellow!" In an instant, Hyunjin’s hands stop their movements and Felix loosens his hold on your legs, finally allowing them to slam shut as the aftershocks take over your body. Felix’s hands move up to your head, where he strokes your cheeks and coos at you. He lays down beside you and kisses your forehead, whispering sweet nothings in your ears as you come down.

“Haha.. you okay, pretty?” Hyunjin’s hands rest on your calves, soothingly rubbing the area there as he waits patiently for an answer.

“You… You guys are fucking d-demons…” you gasp out with shaky breaths. “Even Chris didn’t try to push it for that long.” Felix giggles, pulling away from your ear to nuzzle his nose against your cheek. “We gotta prepare you, baby. I know Seungmin really liked seeing you squirt. ‘Said he was gonna learn from Channie how to do it fast so he can do it to you himself.”

Hyunjin leans forward and places soft kisses on your calves, “It’s better that we got to you before he did. You know how he is.” Instantly images of your past experiences with the boy in question flood your mind, and you clench at the thought of his mean-ass in Hyunjin’s place.

“Fuck.. Don’t tell me that... That’s so hot.” They both chuckle and continue to dote on you, even long after your body has calmed down and your breaths returned.

“You gonna let us fuck you now, baby?” Your eyes snap open at the deep whisper in your ear. You glance down and watch as Hyunjin silently studies your lower half, now shirtless and taking in every little detail as if he wanted to paint you. Hell. He probably is going to. Felix’s hands rub up and down your tummy as a silent reminder that he asked a question. “Mhm.”

“Gonna let me take care of you?” Hyunjin’s damp fingers draw shapes into your thigh with your release, trailing some of it to your hole where he dips a finger in experimentally. You whine in agreement and allow Hyunjin to flip you over, landing you on your knees as he pulls you up against his chest. You smile and lean back, relishing in the warmth he gives off. His hand reaches up and tilts your head sideways, allowing him to lock lips with you. He smiles into the kiss and his hands roam all over your body, occasionally stopping at your hips to give your ass a good squeeze.

He pulls away slightly and speaks while his lips ghost yours, “Ready, Princess?” You whine out an “mhm” and he slides his dick through your folds, pushing in after the 3rd swipe. Moans fill the room from both of you at the feeling of him pushing in and stretching your walls farther than their fingers. He pushes his lips against yours again, pushing a few more inches in before stopping to let you adjust. It doesn’t take long, thanks to their onslaught earlier, and he easily finds a comfortable pace to start with.

Though, that one is quickly thrown out the window when your walls start to wrap around his dick tightly. Out of nowhere his right hand pushes against your back, shoving you forward so you’re on your hands and knees as he speeds up. Your arms wobble as he continues to fuck you, and you end up completely missing the dip in the bed in front of you. It’s not until Hyunjin’s big hand wraps into your hair and angles your head backward that you notice the pretty boy sitting in front of you.

It’s an uncomfortable angle, but Felix quickly distracts you by pushing his lips against yours. His right hand lovingly settles on your cheek as Hyunjin fucks into you, getting rougher with each passing second. Eventually, Felix pulls away, settling against the headboard again as he strokes himself sluggishly to the sight of you getting fucked.

Once he’s sat, Hyunjin takes the chance to go even deeper, now pushing your face into the sheets as he pounds into you roughly. Your hands clench the sheets and try to push your torso back up only for him to grab your arms and hold you down. His hands position on your upper arms and he uses some of his body weight to hold you down, keeping you still for him as he continues to fuck you open.

He goes deeper at this angle, faintly pushing against your cervix while simultaneously ramming into your G-spot. And when he’s fucking you this good, barely giving you time to think, your orgasm sneaks up on you all too easily. Tears fall from your eyes against the sheets and your legs shake as he drags another orgasm through your body. Your moans become choked as he continues to hold you down. He feels you cum around him and, thankfully for you, the clenching around him was all he needed to finish.

Your tight walls milk him dry as he rides his own orgasm, using you like a fleshlight while he does so. He moans loudly and thrusts sharply a few more times before slowly pulling out. Your body reacts with an aggressive shiver and he giggles, placing a kiss on your ass as his fingers try to soothe your arm in case he was too rough.

You’re thankful for it and it feels great, though it leaves your mind soon after due to how watery your brain has become. All the orgasms have started to catch up to you and your whole body feels like mush. You’re nothing more than a blob melted into the sheets as your boyfriends’ hands run all over your body. The only slightly grounding thing that pulls your mind back to earth is the deep voice that rings in your ears.

“How are you, baby? Talk to me.” You look up to see Felix hovering over you, face scrunched in concern. You chuckle at the sight of your boyfriend and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into you and placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “‘M good, I promise. My body jus’ feels like putty right now.” You giggle again and he finally relaxes, leaning forward to place kisses along the tear streaks on your cheeks.

Despite the sweet moment you share with your boyfriend, your worn-out body craves for more. One of your hands unwraps from his neck and rakes down his back, digging your nails into the skin there playfully. Then, the hand still around his neck wraps into his hair and tugs it lightly. He moans into the kiss and unintentionally bucks his hips against yours, growling as he pulls away. “Baby…”

You hold back a laugh and peck his lips, pushing him over and flipping your positions so that you’re straddling his hips. His still-hard cock is sitting directly under your crotch and you teasingly grind against it. He sighs happily and his eyes flutter shut for a moment and his hands reach out to grab your hips tightly.

“Can I ride you, Lixie?” His eyes snap open and he nods desperately. He dives a hand between you and grabs his base, angling himself upwards as you lift your hips. His other hand rests on your hip tightly and, once his tip pokes at your entrance, he pulls you back down into him. The slide makes you whine, still overly sensitive. But you’ll be damned if you’re not getting both men tonight.

Both of his hands rest on your hips, drawing circles into your skin there as you take deep breaths. You sit there for a while it seems because before you have time to adjust fully, a harsh slap is sent to your ass. You were caught off guard, not expecting such a powerful hit from the boy below you who tended to be softer with you. But then, you’re reminded that your other boyfriend was still in the room. The older man lands another smack, unhappy with your still unmoving form.

“What happened to wanting to ride him, Princess?” He wraps a hand around your torso, angling it up to wrap around your neck as his other rests just above Felix’s on your hip. He uses the grip there to start moving you, bouncing you up and down, albeit slowly at first. But you both know Felix doesn’t mind. Especially not when he has such a big smirk painted on his face.

Hyunjin continues fucking you up and down on top of Felix, occasionally squeezing your neck until you start to move on your own. Then he lets you go completely, causing you to fall forward and just barely catch yourself with your hands on either side of Felix’s head. You lose your rhythm for a moment, only for Felix to thrust up into you roughly as if to remind you what you should be doing.

His hands move down to your ass as you begin to ride him again, this time desperately chasing his orgasm as yours builds up fast again. You purposefully clench around him from time to time, thriving off the way he moans loudly and twitches at the feeling. Before you realize it, Hyunjin is kneeling beside you, pumping himself and looking at you with the sexiest smile ever.

However, you only get to admire it for a moment before his hand creates a makeshift ponytail in your hair and pulls you towards him. The new angle forces you to stretch a little and causes your hips to stop moving. They’ve pushed your body through so much in the last couple of hours, so you can’t help but lose focus all too easily. You can’t multitask and take care of them as much as you wish you could. So, you instead focus on sucking Hyunjin off and only grind your hips slowly against the man below you.

Felix whines, sighing loudly before lifting your hips a few inches. You’re not given any time to react before he plants his feet in the bed and starts to fuck up into you roughly. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your jaw manages to drop further. Hyunjin laughs, the push and pull between the two men becoming more entertaining for him than anything else. He decides it’s his turn now and tightens the grip on your hair, thrusting his hips slightly each time he shoves you down, making you deepthroat him and choke around his dick.

You sit still, pliant even, as you let both men use you as they wish. You’re so close and you trail a hand between your legs, amidst all the bullying your cunt is receiving, and rub your clit back and forth. You moan loudly around Hyunjin as you cum, your orgasm crashing down on you just as intensely as the other ones. Felix’s hips falter due to your persistent clenching catching him off guard. His hips slow to a complete stop as he revels in the feeling of your walls fluttering around his dick.

And, thankfully for you, Hyunjin finishes soon after you do., the vibrations from your moans sending him over the edge. He watches with furrowed eyebrows and parted lips as you swallow around him and his teeth catch his lip as he pulls you off, whimpering slightly at the way you suck harshly to get every last drop. His legs twitch when you especially suck his tip hard, and he huffs out a laugh.

“Can’t go one day without being a troublemaker, huh?” He laughs and places a kiss on your forehead before backing away, allowing the younger to chase his own orgasm. He disappears after that and, had you been paying close enough attention, you would have noticed the sound of the bathroom door opening.

But you can’t be bothered by that. Not when Felix is pulling out and flipping the two of you again. He shoves you onto your back, pushing your legs up and to the side. One arm rests on his forearm by your head as the other positions his dick again. Your eyes lock with his as he pushes in again, moans falling from both of your lips as he sets a fast pace right away.

The eye contact is held as he pummels into you. His eyes break away from yours for a moment as he leans forward and pushes his chest against yours. Messy kisses are placed along your jaw as his thrusts become sloppy.

You thought the previous orgasm was your last, but when Felix drags so nicely against your walls and shoves his tip so meanly into your already bruised G-Spot, another one sneaks up on you. Your eyes snap closed and your legs try to close around his torso as you squirt again, this time soaking your other boyfriend’s stomach.

The sheer pressure coming from your cunt forces him out of you and he only laughs, pulling away from you as he watches you gush. He holds one of your legs open as he jerks himself off, using the new wetness as a lubricant. He finishes on your stomach soon after, voice jumping back and forth between deep groans and high-pitched moans as he milks himself dry at the sight of you.

You both sit there, chests heaving and heavy breaths filling the room. His eyes rake up and down your body as he catches his breath, his hands mindlessly rubbing up and down your sides as he tries to help you calm down. Your eyes meet and he smiles widely, eyes crinkling at the corners as he giggles at you.

“You did so well, baby. I can’t believe you did it a second time…” He giggles and crawls over you, hovering over you as he pushes his lips onto yours. “Lixie…” You whine against his lips and wrap your arms around his neck. He pulls away and pushes his lips against your jaw once more, “No more, Honey. Time to clean up, okay?”

Hyunjin’s voice suddenly comes from the bathroom, in a very dramatic ‘over the intercom’ voice. “Baby 1 and Baby 2, if you could please make your way to the shower so I can give you some lovin?” You and Felix laugh at the same time and you continue to lay in your spot, even after Felix has stood on his feet. He drags you by your ankle to the edge of the bed and, despite your groans and whines, pulls you to stand with him.

The two of you wobble over to the bathroom where Hyunjin is standing in the shower. He smiles and curls his finger, gesturing to both of you to join him under the steaming water. Felix taps your ass playfully, sending you stumbling forward. Both men laugh as you stick your tongue out at the younger and speed-walk your way to Hyunjin.

The three of you squeezed into the shower and, thanks to the newer dorms, the shower is big enough to comfortably accommodate you all. They take turns washing you off and you help them wash each other off while some soft kisses and tender caresses are exchanged in the cooling water.

Your body is still shaky by the time you’re fully dressed and tangled in the new sheets with both your lovers. You’re sandwiched between them, covered by the fluffy comforter, and basking in the warmth of their bodies that are tangled with yours. Hyunjin is the first to fall asleep, cheek squished against your chest as you lay on your side facing him. Felix is behind you, one arm holding his head up and the other rubbing your shoulder softly, easing you into a slumber. Right before you give in to your exhaustion you’re reminded of your earlier conversation with Chris.

“Ah- Lixie?”

“Yes, love?”

“Channie said he wanted to talk with you about something.” You smile and wiggle your eyebrows before sleep finally takes over you, leaving a very confused Felix who just shakes his head at you mid-laugh.

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darnell-la · 3 months ago

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Can you do dark!Logan being kinky and baby trapping you?

summary: Logan knew everything in the past, wouldn’t matter once he did his job, so he decided to go on a side mission to fulfill a dream he’s been dreaming about for years.

btw, this story was a bit rushed just like the rest that we will be posting soon. college has been kicking our main authors ass…

DO NOT READ IF CNC/SA TRIGGERS YOU!

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Logan had woken up on a huge hotel bed, with a hand over him. The man was confused, not understanding what was going on until he remembered he was sent back in time.

Logan quickly got dressed, not wanting to wake up the women that were in his bed. His only thought was on y/n. He even remembered offering his room to these two women because he couldn’t have y/n.

Y/n was and still is dating Scott Summers. Logan couldn’t stand it. Scott had confronted Logan once, telling him and everyone how jealous Logan was of him because he had everything the lonely animalistic man wanted.

Logan couldn’t help but laugh when Scott thought he read him like a book. Logan could have any girl Scott wanted. He proved that by reeling in Jean.

Logan wanted y/n before anyone knew who she was. He was the first to see her, the first to talk to her, the first to make her laugh, and the first to make her upset. Logan hated the fact that they didn’t talk as much because of Scott.

“We can’t talk if you’re gonna keep flirting with me, Logan. I’m not Jean, and I’ll never be her,” y/n said years ago at a party after Logan pulled her into a bathroom.

“I know you’re not Jean. You’re better, and he knows that. He knew I wanted you, so he got you first,” Logan tried explaining to y/n, but she ended up leaving after apologizing. It wasn’t her problem or fault that Logan couldn’t commit.

Logan is currently outside of y/n’s house, debating on whether he should go through with this or not. He bought a basket, hoping he could sweet talk his way into her house, maybe even get her to take him and leave Scott.

“Hello?” Y/n asked in her sweet and soft voice as she opened the front door. “Logan- Hey, what are you doing here?” Y/n asked as she opened her door further, seeing a friendly face.

“Hey, just wanted to stop by. It’s been a few months, right?” Logan wanted to confirm to make sure his dates were right. “Yep — I do miss the team, though. Maybe I’ll visit next week,” y/n smiled.

“Could I maybe come in, and put this down?” Logan asked as he lifted the basket that he had put together for a good hour. “Yeah, of course,”

Y/n and Logan talked for a while, catching up on each other, but she couldn’t help but notice how flirty he was. She had told him not too long ago, that he needed to quit with it.

“Logan, it’s nice to meet you and all, but you can’t just come in here- In my house that Scott pays for, and flirt with me — I-I thought you came by to say congratulations on Scott’s sad mistake,” y/n giggled at the end of her sentence.

“Congratulations? To what?” Logan asked. “Didn’t Scott tell you as well as the others that I was pregnant? Well, at least I thought I was. Sadly, I was only two weeks late,”

Logan felt an instant pressure in his head. He’s never known anything about any close pregnancy. If his calculations are right, this would only be the first six months of Scott and y/n dating.

“Are you okay? Logan, hey,” y/n snapped her fingers in Logan’s face to get him back into reality. “You were almost pregnant? How? Why? When- I-“ Logan couldn’t keep himself from thinking.

It’s almost like Scott took no time to try and claim her — To try and claim what was his.

“Relax, I’m not actually pregnant. We’ve had our small talk, and we think it’s better to wait until it’s our one-year anniversary,” y/n smiled as she sat down on the living room couch.

“You haven’t even been with the man for a year, and you already had a pregnancy scare? Are you serious, y/n?” Logan asked in a tone y/n was surprised by. Why was he so upset?

“I mean, we’re around the age people start making a family, so-“ y/n went to continue, ur Logan cut her off with a loud sigh as he rubbed his hands all over his face. He’s never been this stressed in his life.

“You let him breed you? Are you- Fuckin’ hell, Bub,” Logan cussed as y/m scrunched her eyes. “Logan, what is your problem? Scott has been my boyfriend for months. Why do you care if he breeds me?” Y/n could barely repeat the word Logan had used.

The tall man snapped his neck to look at her. He was upset about how she could see how wrong this was. Opening her legs, and letting Scott go in raw within six months?

“You wouldn’t even kiss me when I tried. You wouldn’t touch me. You wouldn’t let me please you — I was willing to keep it slow and only go down on you, but you rejected me? For what? For Scott!?”

“Logan, it’s fine to leave,” y/n got up to show Logan out of her home, but instead of letting her, he pushed her back down on the couch. “No! No more running. I’m fuckin’ tired of this. Are you even happy? Do you seriously see more in him than me!?”

“Logan, please just leave. Scott will be back in half an hour, and-“ y/n tried getting up again, but this time, Logan pushed her down on her back and hovered over her.

“Then he can come home to a pretty sight if you bread right,” Logan growled before he began tugging at y/n’s leggings that he just knew Scott bought for her. All Scott did was buy things Logan would love seeing y/n in.

“Logan- Stop! Get off of me!” Y/n tried fighting, almost forgetting that Logan was a mutant and she wasn’t. He was automatically stronger than him. He didn’t even struggle.

“Gonna take it easy on you for right now, Bub, but when I get back to my future past, I’m gonna give you think kids you want,”

Y/n didn’t know what to say. He was all over the place. She’s never seen anything like this in Logan. She wanted to talk to him and ask him what was going on, but that left her mind when he got her leggings just under her ankles.

“Logan- Stop this! Get off of me, you can’t- You can’t fucking do this!” Y/n cried out, upset that Logan never got the idea. It’s not like y/n never saw anything in him.

Y/n just hated how he wanted women to chase him, and when he never got them to, he pushed until he got what he wanted. Today, he had to do more the seduce a woman with his looks and words.

“I can do whatever I want. Who’s gonna fuckin’ stop me, huh? You? Oh, you can’t lie, Bub. I smell how sweet you are from up here,” Logan chuckled as he pulled himself out of his jeans.

“You know, when I get back, the date will be set back before Scott met you, meaning, I get to have another chance. I could’ve waited to taste you, but as soon as you mentioned Scott impregnated you — God, that pissed me off,”

Logan held his cock as he pushed pushed into her. He knew his length would be the biggest she’d ever taken, and that only made him want to stretch her out more.

“L-Lo!” Y/n screamed as her back automatically arched. “Yeah, that’s it? Haven’t had a good cock since you’ve been with Scott, huh?” Logan asked as he continued pushing his cock through her lips.

“Logan!” Y/n cried loudly as he slammed himself all the way into her. “Take it, baby — I know you can,” Logan took his hands and pushed her waist into the couch, pinning her down so she couldn’t get away.

“Just look at you — You’re soaked and gripping me so tight,” Logan pounded away as y/n’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. She tried telling herself she couldn’t do this, but the way her body reacted made things so difficult.

“I bet you’ll love it when I fill you up, babe — No matter how much you say no, I know you’ll love it. You’ll love me,”

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astrolynnworld · 1 year ago

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release

pairing: dom!matt x reader

summary: you were on vacation celebrating a friends birthday while matt had to sit home slowly gaining more frustration at the horniness that overwhelmed him.

warnings: smut, pent up, language, oral, missing you, lust, a few uses of the word daddy, sex, breeding, rough, praise, soft degradation?, love bombs at the end for sure

a/n: the dom matt yall requested 🫡

word count: 1,289

matt’s pov-

I knew these three weeks without y/n would be a challenge, but I never expected it to be this hard.

y/n comes back today, and I am so excited excited to say the least.

i haven’t cum in 3 weeks.. and not all of that was by choice.

I’ve tried to touch myself on multiple occasions, but I just could never finish. It didn’t feel right.

i needed y/n. as bad as ever

but she comes back today and all of that is over.

y/n’s pov-

I grabbed my bags out of my friends car and waved goodbye as I walk up the driveway of my house.

i’m so excited to see matt. of course we video chatted a few times these past few weeks, but nothing is like seeing him in person. I miss him so much.

“matt?” i call out as i enter our home

he comes sprinting down the hallway

“BABY!!” he shouts as he gives me a million kisses and a tight hug.

“i missed you so so so so much” he says in between kisses

“okay okay” i say while laughing and pushing him off me

“i missed you too baby but i need to settle in first” i continue

“you can settle in later princess, i need you now!” he exclaims as he grabs me and tosses me over my shoulder

“matt!! what are you doing!” i say while kicking my feet trying to get him to let me go

he walks me to the bedroom and tosses me on the bed.

“you think you could leave me here alone for three weeks without any repercussions?” he states

i stay silent as i try to maintain eye contact with him as he hovers over me on the bed.

“do you know how hard it’s been not having you here at complete access?” he continues

i maintain my quietness, slowly getting turned on by his demand and neediness for me.

“when I said I missed you, I wasnu’t joking. I miss everything about you. how you look, how you smell, how you feel, how you taste.” he says slowly as he undoes my pants

“i needed you so badly.. and now I’m going to have you just the way i want you, is that okay princess?” he asks me, yet it doesn’t seem like much of an option

i slowly nod my head

“good. now get up” he demands

i sit up at the edge of the bed

“take off my pants.” he furthers

i slide him out his pants and slowly start kissing and rubbing his bulge throw his boxers.

“awe you’re such a smart puppy aren’t you? know exactly what daddy wants huh” he says in a condescending tone

he pushes my head back and lets out his cock.

his dick looked so swollen and neglected, it was already throbbing and leaking precum from only my previous teasing. i had to do something about this

I grabbed the shaft and slowly put my tongue on the tip, teasing the head.

matt threw his head back in a sigh of relief at the sensation that my mouth had only just started giving him.

I keep circling my tongue around the tip and jerking off the shaft until a dominant matthew grabs my head and pushes his cock inside my mouth

in one swift motion, I can feel his throbbing cock buried in my throat. pulsating as he pulls back and thrusts deeper each time with more lust.

I can’t help the tears that starts to flow out my eyes as I find it hard to breathe, but the only thing that kept me going, was knowing the satisfaction that matthew was having.

“fuck y/n fuck fuck fuck” he says as he keeps a steady pace

thrust after thrust after thrust, matt is relentless.

“im gonna cum baby.” he states before picking up the speed

soon after, i feel lines of thick liquid, spilling down my throat as matt releases his grip from my head and pulls his cock back.

I let out a few coughs and exasperated gasps as I try to catch my breath.

matt bends down to me, “are you okay baby?” he says with his voice laced in concern.

i chuckle at the code switch, “i just hope you planning of fucking me as as good as you just fucked my throat”

he smiles, “get on your stomach and arch your back now.” he demands

i climb on the bed and do what he says.

he slides my panties off, “look at this pretty wet pussy baby? you’re so fucking wet and beautiful”

he slaps my ass.

“is this what i’ve been missing out on these past few weeks? fuck” he furthers

bending down, matt sticks his tongue out and starts licking my pussy up and down all the way to my ass crack.

“and you taste even better than i remember.”

he starts eating at my clit while fingering me from the back.

I can’t help the noises that escape my lips I had it felt sensation in three weeks and the lust was only making him feel better.

“you sound so pretty baby, keep moaning for me just like that.” matt says before stopping this stimulation

“i need to fuck you right now before i cum again.”

he positions his cock with my hole before slowly sliding it.

I gasp at the feeling of his long cock sliding inside of me

He didn’t give me too long to adjust to his size before he starts the thrusting and deepening inside of me.

“fuck matt- omg” i say in between breaths, as the sounds of our body parts slapping together echos the room.

“mhm baby how does that feel?” he asks knowing the answer

“you feel so f- fucking good sir. s- so big and deep” i try to make a sentence while being a whimpering mess

“you missed this cock didn’t you?”

“yess daddy. of cour- course i did” i reply

calling him daddy must of set off a switch inside of him because boy did he start speeding up

i couldn’t even speak anymore. i was just making whiny moans and sounds that probably could be heard throughout the whole house.

“fu- fuck daddy please please pl- please keep going. i’m g- gonna cum.”

“cum at the same time as me baby” he says while pushing my head down into the bed and slamming his cock into me even deeper and faster as he chases his high once more.

he starts circling my clit with the hand that wasn’t holding me down into the bed and that’s when i lost every thought i had in the moment.

my orgasm comes tumbling out along with a familiar sensation of pee

“you just fucking squirted on my dick baby. you’re so fucking hot.” he says while slowing down his thrusts, trying to ride out both our highs

he lets go of my head and pulls out of me to idealize his work.

i topple over and squeeze my body to let his cum fall out of me.

he goes in the bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean us up. then comes to join me in bed

“fuck i genuinely missed you so much baby” he says kissing my forehead as he smuggles me into his chest

“don’t ever leave me alone for that long again”

i chuckle still trying to catch my breath & recover from the scene that just happened a minute ago

“i love you, sweetheart” he says as he starts playing with my hair

“i love you more bubs” i respond before closing my eyes in the comfort of his chest

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a/n: how’d you guys like the story? two in one day 😝 i’m on a roll fr!

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt girl #matthew sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #smut #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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cloudwisp · 1 year ago

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𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 · 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

contents: tooth-rotting fluff. his favorite coat has gone missing, and he bets you have something to do with it. 1.3k wc.

You came to miss Wriothesley these past two weeks—so terribly much that you decided a small change in his morning routine was due to keep him from leaving your cozy little apartment so soon and make his return back to the Fortress before the sunrise.

He’s been working double-time recently, something about Fatui spies on his territory so you were patient and understanding while he handled the urgent matter to get it under control. But you quickly came down with an extreme case of the lover’s yearning syndrome because you haven’t spent any proper time with him.

And no, the few fleeting moments you’d both share where he carefully scoops you up in his arms when he comes back to you in the middle of the night, and him pressing a tender kiss to your forehead murmuring good morning to you before he disappears again hardly counts. But you suppose the underworld doesn’t run itself and you had to make do with what you were given until it’s no longer enough.

When comes the promised sunlight streaming through the windows laying a warm caress on your cheek, you peek behind your comforter at the sound of Wriothesley moving around in your home. He’s already handsomely dressed, except for the large missing coat which he’s searching for now. And he doubts it ran away on its own from where he last tossed it onto a nearby chair when he lets himself in. His suspicions are further confirmed when he catches a glimpse of you playing pretend in his peripherals.

There’s a knowing smirk on his face as his weight dips on the edge of the bed, and he watches you shift in your sleep in a cute mess of limbs with the blanket following your movements. “Sweetheart, do you have any ideas where my coat has gone?” He reaches out to push away the stray strands of hair from your eyes, and he’s a little amused at how you’re playing coy when you give him the same sleepy hum like you usually do.

Oh, aren’t you so adorable. Stealing the Duke’s coat and stowing it away somewhere safe because you just want him all to yourself, don’t you? Even if just for a few more measly minutes you’re more than happy to cherish every precious second, until you decide you want more of course. And now he’s running late, what’s he gonna do with you?

“You know, I’ve got a pretty good idea who the culprit is.” Even as he teases, there’s a gentle fondness in his gaze at your endearing display. Though that seemed to rouse you out of your peaceful slumbering state, and your eyes slowly flutter open offering him another hum with a tilt of your head.

“What’s this talk about culprit so early in the morning?” He chuckles softly, but he can reserve a moment to appreciate the soft glow of the morning light casting over you. He missed this and he missed seeing your beautiful smile that matches the warmth of the sun, even if there’s a bit of mischief along the curve of it.

“The culprit as in, I have my reasons to believe you’re the mastermind behind my coat’s disappearance.”

“What makes you think I had something to do with it? Didn’t we learn anything from the collection of law books Clorinde gave you where you need to provide evidence if you’re accusing someone?” You’re toying with the fabric of his tie and your avoidant gaze only adds to your guilty-looking form. He sighs in amusement, you are making this way too easy for him to see right through you—and he actually likes the fact that you’re one terrible liar.

“Call it a hunch,” he replies with a small tug of his lips. “Besides, there’s only you and I here so the evidence points to you. Now, will you tell me where it is, darling?”

“Oh, alright.” Since he asked so nicely. You pull yourself upright, crossing your arms over your chest with your teeth gently biting down on your index finger with furrowed brows as you try and recall where you had last seen it. “Hm, seems we have a little problem. I just can’t remember where I placed it. Maybe a kiss would help jog my memory?” There’s a teasing glint in your gaze as you look back at him with innocent doe-like eyes, but there’s no denying the smirk on your pretty lips.

Wriothesley’s laugh is soft and affectionate, unable to help himself at your words. So that’s what you’ve been scheming, wasn’t it? Cute. He didn't account for the fact you'd admit to your crimes so quickly. But there’s never a dull moment with the love of his life, and he wouldn’t have it any other way when you have a talent for small surprises.

“Time is ticking~ And Your Grace has places to be, doesn’t he?” He feels the clement pull of his tie and you eagerly close in on the distance between you and him as your warm breath fans over his skin.

“A kiss, you say? You drive a hard bargain.” He murmurs teasingly and his hand settles on your hip, giving you a light and playful squeeze. “And where shall I give you the kiss then? Here, perhaps...?” He presses a quick chaste kiss to your forehead. “Or here?” He says now while kissing your nose, and you giggle when he peppers two more on either side of your cheeks.

“Or even here…?” He draws back slightly, the pad of his thumb running over the supple flesh of your bottom lip. With the brush of his knuckles against your skin, his hand moves to the back of your neck as he leans in once more and gently coaxes your lips with his own in a blissful exchange. At the pleasant feeling of your smile against the kiss, his arm encircles your waist and he easily hoists you onto his lap and steals your breath away with a growing fervor when he’s reminded of how you taste.

It’s familiar and sensual and intimate. He exhales breathlessly with flushed cheeks when you both have to part to fill your lungs back with air and you notice the soft upward quirk of a smile at the corner of his lips as he rests his forehead against yours. He could never blame you for wanting a little bit more love because he has been missing you just as much, even when you think you were the only one with longing feelings for more meaningful and quality time with him.

And believe him when he says that he’d much rather have you right here where you are sweetly wrapped up in his arms to hold and kiss all day long if he didn’t have pressing matters that require his attention. But fortunately for you, the Fatui case was nearing its end and you’ll have him all to yourself to do with as you please and he intends to spoil you endlessly for being so incredibly patient with him.

“You are quite the handful. Just couldn’t resist, now could you?” He leans in for another lingering kiss. “I appreciate the thought of you wanting to keep me here with you a bit longer, but you know you could’ve asked… Or did you just want to make trouble?” He raises an eyebrow at you, and takes your sheepish laugh as your guilty admission and affectionately nips at your jawline.

“I’m just doing what I do best—which is keeping you on your toes.” You say with a playful quip, a bit mesmerized when you stare into those stunning blue eyes of his. “Oh, right… before I forget, your coat should be outside hanging from the balcony.”

#ᨳ ₊˚ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐩.𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley fluff #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines

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reverie-starlight · 1 year ago

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lucifer in love

in which the avatar of pride tries and fails to get you out of bed

gn!MC, no physical descriptions. fluff. fluff. fluff. lucifer is scared but it’s okay, he’s just not used to being in love yet, he’ll get there, he swears it. pet names (including little lamb once bc it’s canon). he’s literally so in love.

this has no bearing on the fic, but in my mind this is OG game a few months into your relationship, not NB setting. also I sprinkle in some of my own lore headcanons here.

lucifer was not a morning demon.

everyone in the house of lamentation knew it. his brothers would normally steer clear of him until breakfast (aside from the days that satan and belphie were feeling particularly confident), even diavolo and barbatos knew better than to start drowning him with work before a certain time of day.

coincidentally, you weren’t exactly built for mornings, either.

but still, lucifer had incredible resolve and far more years of discipline built up within him than you did. which obviously made the mornings you’d wake up in his bed difficult for both of you.

“my love, it’s time to wake up,” he leaned over your sleeping body placed a hand on your shoulder. he was already fully dressed and (somewhat) ready to brave the early morning hours. he wanted to let you sleep in as long as possible, and it pained him to rouse you from such serenity, but he also knew you’d miss breakfast if he let you rest any longer. and then you’d really be cranky.

his lips formed a small yet genuine, fond smile when he heard you grumbling. “nooo, just a bit longer…” your voice was muffled by his sheets, and you tried to turn away from him.

“little lamb…” he warned, but there was no real bite behind it and you knew it. lucifer knew well that you were as stubborn as he was, so it wasn’t surprising to him in the slightest when you kept pleading with him.

“pleaseee lucifer, come lay with me for a bit longer. I want you near me.”

he sighed. he dared not show any signs of how tempted he was by you. the irony of a human being the one to tempt a demon.

but he did not waiver. “MC, you’ll be late if you stay in bed any longer.”

“so what?” you whined indignantly. “I haven’t been late or even missed a class in weeks- in fact you showed me just last night how deserving I was of a reward for good behaviour. let’s just play hooky today.”

he rolled his eyes slightly. of course you would use his excuse for getting you into his room last night against him to sleep in longer.

you turned to him, laying on your back and staring up at his unamused face with a still-sleepy grin of your own. “come on, baby, just lay with me. we don’t have to skip if you insist on going, but being a little late won’t hurt, you know?”

he blinked and tried to keep his composure. he still wasn’t quite used to being on the receiving end of pet names, and human ones at that, but you had been growing quite comfortable with throwing them at him lately.

this was the third time you had called him that in the past week, and he still wasn’t sure if he liked it or not… he’d need it to be tested a few more times before he could make a final decision.

He didn’t feel the need to test out terms of endearment- he knew what he was comfortable saying and calling you, and you never seemed to complain with him sticking with some of the more… classic? is that how you put it? names. with the exception of little lamb. obviously.

if he was being honest, though, he had been holding back. human world terms of endearment felt so lacklustre in comparison to those in infernal. he would never admit this, but he was… hesitant to use devildom terms of endearment on you.

often times they couldn’t be translated into any human language, nor could the feelings they spoke of be conveyed differently. the things that lucifer wanted to call you were akin to that of a declaration of complete devotion forever and always. even by demon standards they were intense, because they basically promised that even after death, there would be no one else.

his hesitation was not because he was unsure if he felt the emotions they conveyed for you. not at all, he knew his feelings and yours as well.

but you’ve thrown him for a loop. even if he was sure… he wanted to wait a bit before showing you just how deep his feelings ran. because the intensity of it all was something he had never felt for anyone in all his millennia. the fact that he had someone he could even toss around the idea of using those names on… those feelings were just for him to get comfortable with, so that when he was truly ready, he could pull it off without a hitch.

he wondered if lilith had felt for her human anywhere close to what he felt for you, sometimes, but he always buried that thought away as quickly as it popped into his mind.

blame it on his pride getting in the way, or call it what it was- fear of what being in love was doing to him and what it would continue to do to him. and what it meant he would be willing to do for you…

“uh, lucifer? my love? you’re staring off into space, is everything okay?”

your voice brought him out of his thoughts and the concern within it made him warm inside.

he was still leaning over you, hand gently gripping your shoulder, and your face was wrinkled with worry. he loved you.

until he had it all worked out, he’d show you as much as he could through human declarations of love and lots of action.

he looked down at his wrist as if to check a non-existent watch. “fine, I suppose there’s time to spare.”

he let the sound of your victorious laughter wash all over him and bathed in the feeling of your arms around his neck after he crawled over you to reach his side of the bed.

your smile was radiant, and he felt another piece of the armour encasing his heart chip away. he had been feeling that a lot since you first started the exchange program, but even more so since you both began your relationship.

there was no stopping this, he was falling headfirst into unknown territory for the second time in his life, for a completely different reason this time.

but he’d never ask for anything else. because just like the first time, he figured that this could only result in changing his life for the better as well.

once again he had to shake himself out of his thoughts. you were smiling and talking about one thing or another- he missed the start of the conversation- and playing with his tie.

lucifer was not a morning demon. he woke up exhausted, he dreaded the pile of work forever thrown at him. but his resolve was insanely strong.

maybe he’d give in to you more often if it meant he got to have you like this, in his arms, laughing at his ruined resolve and how weak he is for you, for the rest of your life.

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haha get it? rest of your life bc you’re mortal and he’s not?

anyway I hope you enjoyed!!

#obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me x reader #lucifer x mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader fluff #obey me lucifer x reader fluff #lucifer x reader fluff #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer

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keisins · 1 year ago

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gojo satoru x reader. fwb!au. angst to comfort/fluff

kind of a sequel to this

You’ve been ghosted.

To be fair, you had kind of expected this. Key work: kind of. You try to not let your heart constrict itself into an organ of loathe, depression and hatred for the past 3 weeks.

Unfortunately, the agony still sits on your granite kitchen counter three weeks later. It’s in the box of his stuff he had the nerve to leave behind, along with all the thread-like semblance of hope you had for your future together. (How foolish of you, really.)

The kitchen itself, however, is empty. The living room you’re standing in — also empty. Your family and friends who came to help you move your stuff to your new apartment left a few minutes ago. They’re on their way there first to pick up some food before all of you move more heavy boxes into the place. And you’re grateful.

Grateful that you have people in your life that don’t ghost you, even if you can count them on a hand. People that care. That are consistent in your life. That aren’t curse-bound.

God, you hated him for the first week. Hated how even though you tried to make his habitual appearances not a part of your routine, you find yourself missing the white hair that tickles your neck when you search for a fresh set of pajamas, the clingy hands that harbor not-so-innocent touches as you put on skin care, and even sometimes, in the morning when you didn’t have the heart to kick him out the last night, the most amateur brewing of coffee you’ve ever had because who needs coffee when you have Gojo Satoru to keep you energized.

You shake your head to rid your thoughts. You take a deep breath in, ready to say goodbye to the place, goodbye to the memories, ready to let the box be discarded away just like he has done to you.

And just as you almost let go, you feel it.

You feel him. You don’t turn. You can’t. Because it cannot be real. You know what’s real and it’s not tender kisses and hands intertwined, it’s a job in a new city, in a new position. Life is not Gojo Satoru, it’s a new apartment.

Yet, there in your old apartment, you come to life upon hearing his voice.

“I see you’ve changed the place.”

His joke comes soft and light, as if to not scare you. Because he has to know that you are livid. He keeps his distance. Though, everything in Satoru is compelled to hold you. He thinks your name must be carved into his bones, with the way it urges his joints to reach for you, always always drawn to you.

You still haven’t turned. Still in shock, because this has to be a hallucination. Some sick joke from the universe, maybe. He calls your name, but before he can close his mouth, you turn around and ask harshly, “What are you doing here?”

Tears are already brimming at your eyes. You find yourself looking at him for the first time in a long time and it makes your heart ache. You could hear him out, but there is something in you that doesn’t want to. You had been raised with impatient needs, always in a rush to satisfy the ones who claimed to love you. Love is patient, love is kind, and you want it so bad to not be love.

A moment of silence passes by as Gojo bores into you, until his heart caves and takes a big step toward you, tests the water by taking your hand in his.

And you cry, weakly shrugging away, before he’s pulling you into the warmest embrace of your life.

“I’m sorry.” He catches sight of the box on the counter and can only guess what it could be. He’s been so selfish with his love for you, that he had forgotten about the treachery that so greatly tries to seep through his infinity. Gojo hadn’t accounted for it, didn’t ever in his life think he could feel afford to be humbled. But, as he stands there with you falling apart in his arms, he feels intimidated. “I’m so sorry.”

“I hate you.” Are you okay? How have you been? Where did you go? He hums softly, still caging you with his arms. You dare to ask, because to love is to be vulnerable, “Where were you?”

He holds you tighter, his eyes threatening to drop some tears of their own. He laughs and you can hear how watery it is when he tells you, “A box.”

You pull away, brows furrowed as you look up at him. He wipes away a falling tear on your cheek before pulling you into him again, desperate for you to not see him cry.

“I’ll explain later… Just let me hold you right now.”

#i started this when he got unsealed but never finished to post</3 #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo angst #gojo fluff #gojo x y/n #jjk gojo #jjk angst #jjk fluff #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo x reader #fwb!gojo #gojo comfort #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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sturnsblogs · 2 months ago

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NO TURNING BACK.

Skater!Chris X Favorite!Ex!Reader

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The past week had been a mix of texts and moments where Chris had tried, again and again, to break through your walls. You hadn’t talked in three months, and now, here he was—messaging you every day like nothing had changed. But the worst part was, you couldn’t stop yourself from reading his messages, even though you tried not to care.

Monday:

“Hey, what’s up? Wanna hang out? I miss you.”

Tuesday:

“I know you’re probably busy, but I really wanna see you. Just for a bit.”

Wednesday:

“You free tonight? I’m just sitting here thinking about you… feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

Thursday:

“I’m not giving up. You know I’d drive to the ends of the earth just to hang out with you for five minutes. C’mon, please?”

Friday:

“Okay, okay, I get it. You don’t want to see me, but maybe I’ll just show up anyway. Don’t make me beg. Again.”

And, of course, you gave in. Just like you always did.

You had been trying to keep your distance, trying to be “just friends,” but it felt like every day that passed made it harder to breathe. The way Chris texted you with that sweet persistence, like nothing had changed, it made you start to question if you were doing the right thing. You couldn’t be just friends. Not with him. Not when you missed him too much.

By Friday, you finally gave in. He showed up at your door with that same damn grin, the one you hated and loved in equal measure. He had his skateboard slung over his shoulder like he hadn’t spent the last three months making things complicated between you two.

“Hi, pretty,” Chris said, his voice low and full of that teasing warmth you’d missed.

You sighed, trying to ignore the way your chest tightened. “Hello, Chris.”

He didn’t wait for you to say much else before he walked in, sitting down on your couch like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Care if I smoke in here?” he asked, his fingers already moving to pull out a joint before you even had a chance to respond.

“Chris, no! You can’t smoke in here. That’s like the main fucking rule in this complex,” you protested, half-laughing, half-serious, but he was already lighting it.

He gave you a cocky smile as he exhaled the smoke. “Relax, it’ll be fine. One hit, promise.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to act unaffected, but your heart was already thumping a little faster than you wanted to admit. The way he just did things—like he owned the place—made it hard to keep your composure.

After a few minutes of him making himself at home, you eventually gave in, following him to the car when he suggested the skate park. “I just wanna show you my new tricks,” he begged, his hand brushing yours just a little too casually as you walked. The familiar touch made you falter, but you pushed it down.

At the skate park, Chris was showing off, like he always did. He was in his element, doing tricks and flipping his skateboard like it was second nature. You leaned against the fence, arms crossed, doing your best not to pay him too much attention. But every time he landed a trick and glanced over at you, it made something in your chest twist.

“You gonna clap or something, or just stand there looking bored?” he teased after landing another flawless trick, skating over to you with a smirk.

You shrugged, trying to keep your cool. “Guess I’ve seen it all before.”

Chris’s expression dropped for a moment, and you could tell the playful spark faded. “Oh. That’s it? No reaction at all?” His voice held a small crack now, softer than usual.

You didn’t realize how much your lack of excitement was getting to him until he stood there, looking slightly hurt. “You really not impressed?” he asked, his usual cockiness slipping.

You shrugged again, trying to play it cool but feeling guilty at the same time. “You’re good, Chris. It’s just… not what I came here for.”

He bit his lip, clearly frustrated, and suddenly dropped his skateboard with a little more force than necessary. “Guess you’re just done with me, huh?” His voice was low, almost like a whisper, but it carried all the hurt you didn’t expect.

You felt the guilt slam into your chest, your breath catching. “What? No, Chris, that’s not it.”

But before you could say anything else, he was walking away, kicking his skateboard in frustration. His usual cocky demeanor was gone, replaced with something you hadn’t seen in a while—something soft and vulnerable.

“Forget it,” he muttered, his back to you now. “You obviously don’t care anymore.”

You rushed after him, your heart pounding as you reached out, grabbing his arm. “Don’t do this,” you said, almost pleading. “I care, I just… I’m not sure how to act anymore.”

Chris shook his head and yanked his arm out of your grip. “It’s fine. You don’t need to pretend.” His eyes were dark, and you could see that familiar pout on his lips—one that was so hard to ignore. “I’m just some guy you hang out with now, right?”

The hurt in his voice twisted something inside of you. “Chris, I’m not saying that. I never stopped caring. It’s just complicated.”

He turned to face you then, his eyes softening just a little. “I don’t know how to do this anymore,” he whispered. “I want you back, but I feel like I’m always fighting for your attention.”

That was when you realized it—he wasn’t playing a game. He wasn’t being playful anymore. He was serious.

You stepped closer to him, your voice quiet. “I miss you too, okay? I miss us. But we can’t just keep doing this.”

Chris took a step forward, his hand reaching for your face, his fingers brushing against your jaw with a softness you hadn’t felt in months. “Then show me,” he murmured, his face inches from yours. “Show me you care.”

Before you could say anything, he kissed you—slow, tender, like he was trying to put everything he’d been feeling into that one kiss. And for a second, you forgot about everything else. The fight, the distance, the confusion—all of it faded away.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he whispered, “I’ve missed you so damn much. Don’t just push me away again.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a breath. “I’m not pushing you away, Chris. But we have to figure this out.”

He smiled softly, and for the first time that day, it felt like you were finally in sync again.

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A/N- yes? no? Give me ideas or requests on what to do for the next part! (i can write blurbs that are out of the story about them and stuff or like you can ask me questions about them)

My beautiful babies- @blushsturns @starrii-sturns @izzylovesmatt @chrisslut04 @jimmasterflashh @oopsiedaisydeer @csturnioloswifey @just-a-girl-1 @sturdyyolo @sturnslvtt @sturnbows @sturniolosrtewsexy @chriss-slutt @franticroads @thecrawlys @ribbonlovergirl

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturiolo fanfic #sturniolo #sturniolos #chris sturniolo angst #chris sturniolo fic #chriz #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris bot #chris #chris smut #chris sturniolo smut

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estell-allary · 1 year ago

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APHRODITE’S BANE

Relationship:romantic

Pairing:Clarisse La Rue x fem!aphrodite!reader

Warnings:fighting,mentions of blood,reader getting injured,swearing pls tell me if I missed any<3

A/N-this is my first time writing,also this is just a fluff about Clarisse and you loving each other AND you are like the past Aphrodite the fighter and warrior that she truly is,not this soft weakling that people preseve she is just because she is the graceful goddess of love~(it is also 00:30am and this is heavily inspired by the song Salvatore by Lana)

Shocked.That’s what you would say you (and most of camp half-blood) were when you found out that your mother-Aphrodite-claimed you,especially in the middle of capture the flag! No it’s not because you’re not pretty-hell your one of the prettiest girls in chb,but because everyone was sure you would be claimed by ares or even Athena.

Everyone had no doubts to you being one of there children because you were strong,quick witted, intelligent and understanding you also had an undying loyalty towards the ones you loved, but after you were claimed people started to relate you to your mother more-or well who your mother used to be,Aphrodite Areia.

When you were unclaimed you would hang out with the ares kids and a few other people,but there was only(not even)a hand full of people you talked to in the Aphrodite cabin-them being piper,livia,Valentina and silena

I mean you were only claimed a few weeks after you arrived at camp half-blood that being in that years game of capture the flag..that’s also when you met her.Clarisse La Rue,honestly you didn’t really think of her to be all that before the incident,sure people told you to stear clear of her because she was a bully and would not hesitate to flush your head down a toilet,but you just saw her as a normal teenager who had anger issues.

You’ve only been at camp half-blood for 3 weeks and the date of capture the flag was today,everyone has been preparing and training extra hard for a few days now and you still haven’t even found out who your godly parent is yet,tho everyone’s already assumed who they are,ares or Athena,because your a natural for sword fighting and one on one combat or because you are wise and patient-most of the time.

You were placed on the blue team with the hermes cabin until your claimed same goes with the rest of the unclaimed kids,Chiron did his speach and then the red team let out this loud monstrous war cry that made you flinch,“um Luke,is that normal”you asked in a hushed voice to the black haired boy that was standing next to you “yep,they do it every year,don’t worry you’ll get used to it”he pated you on the shoulder biding you goodbye as the blue team departed.

Stumbling through the woods trying to get to your spot was..difficult to say the least let’s just say you got lost a few times,when you finally get there you lean back against a rock,it was smooth and rough at the same time,just right.You could feel the sun levitating off of your now warm skin,this was sure to give you a light tan.

‘Catch me if you can,working on my tan Salvatore’

You heard a twig snap behind you and you quickly jumped up and grabbed your sword,turning around to see no one,“hello?..”you said confused but keeping up your fighting stance “annabeth?..Luke?” You called out knowing annabeth was close by but Luke wasn’t you were just confused…that was until you got tackled to the floor by non other then..someone? it was a boy and he smelt vile but you had no time to think about that before you panicked and slashed your sword at the side of his amour and flipped him off of you before quickly getting up and taking a step back.

He lunged up and swung at you but you quickly dodged and bolted for the woods, running,in hopes he would head for the flag instead of following you,but he didn’t..it was strange he was going after you and not the flag, “ow!shit!” You cried out as you were tackled to the floor again this time with him stabbing at your amour.

You pushed yourself backwards and kicked him in the stomach sending him back a few meters,you jumped up again and so did he this time you lunged at him stabbing at his chest but he kicked your legs out from under you and pushed you back making you fall of a small ledge and land on the small,damp rocks of the beach.

‘Dying by the hand,of a foreign man,happily’

He jumped down on to you and held his sword to your neck,he was about to open his mouth to say something but you kicked him in the shin making him fall and his sword pierce your skin,not enough to properly injure you but just enough to draw blood,he yelled out as he hit the damp rocks “ah!you bitch!”you both got up again and started clashing your swords together “why the hell are you still trying to fight me!”you grunted out.

Before he could respond you heard yelling and both the blue and red team came running out the woods the blue team with the red flag,the person holding it was annabeth but she faltered for a few seconds seeing that you were is a fight.

Then you caught her eye,for the first time you both looked at each other and gods she was gorgeous.Clarisse La Rue.

But you got distracted.“HEY!”luke yelled out as the boy stabbed with full force at your chest.

‘Calling out my name in the summer rain,ciao,amore’

You huffed out a breath,gasping for air as you grabbed the end of his sword cutting your palm and two of your fingers but kept your grip on it strong,you raised your foot and kicked the boy in the stomach making him stumble and lose his grasp on the sword.You threw the sword into the water and just as he was about to punch you,you grabbed his fist and flipped over above him landing behind him (thank god for you being able to do gymnastics)

Just as annabeth got the red flag to the post you punched him in the back making him fall on his front and he stayed down..OH GOD YOU KNOCKED HIM OUT!!

You looked up panicked and everyone was staring looking shocked at yo-..wait why were they looking above you?You looked up and gasped,

“Wha-?”

Suddenly you were tackled into a hug by silena who was laughing “oh my god” you heard annabeth say,your gaze went from Silena to Annabeth to Clarisse..she was looking at you with a puzzled expression before saying the thing that everyone was thinking, “how the fuck are you a daughter of Aphrodite?”she said your eyes grew wide before you furrowed your brows “HEY!are you calling me ugly!?”you yelled out looking offended even tho you were thinking the same thing.

“Well no bu-!”Clarisse started before she was interrupted by Chiron “Aphrodite areia..you take after your mother’s original origins from being a warrior”he said with a kind smile on his face.

“Well that’s enough for today everyone go get some rest get fixed up and carry on with your day!”Chiron declared.

A/N:sorry that there was like no Clarisse x reader in this I promise there will be way more in my next one this one was just a tester btw😃

#Spotify #lana del rey #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #clarisse la rue #pjo series #clarisse x reader #aphrodite #aphrodite!reader

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nocasdatsgay · 1 year ago

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So Where Do I Start?

Pairing: Eris x F-Reader | Rating: E 🌶️| Eris POV

Word count: 2256 | one-shot | Read on Ao3

Summary: You aren’t fully comfortable with your post baby body and Eris is not having it.

CW: an off screen baby, post baby body, insecurities, sex

A/N: I’ve never had a baby but I do have body issues 😂 there is also a part where Eris thinks about how much he basically missed the intimacy- don’t misconstrue it as him needing sex. I worried when I wrote that. If enough ppl like it I’ll post it on ao3 🫣 I put it on ao3

No tag list for this one cause I don’t want to subject ppl to baby content if they don’t want it 🫣

Eris had been flirting with you all day. You’d asked around lunch what had gotten into him and honestly he didn’t have an answer. Maybe it was the fact you’d both gotten decent sleep, your babe finally being at a point where they could sleep through the night. Maybe it was the fact things had slowed down for him, having finally caught up with paperwork and meetings now that he’d returned to focusing on high lord duties after the weeks spent helping with the baby.

Or maybe he just loved you. Which was nothing new.

Of course when you both got into bed, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Soft kisses deepened and he pushed up your nightshirt, determined to pull it off but you shoved at his hand. He pulled away immediately, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered. Gods, it felt like it might kill him but he’d do it.

“No.” You didn’t look him in the eyes. “I just, I don’t want,” your voice trailed.

“That’s not exactly reassuring.”

Your gaze met his. You frowned at him. He frowned back. He tried to think of what was bothering you. It had been a few months. Recovery from birth was one of the longer healing processes even in high fae. It was highly possible you weren’t ready despite Edith stating you’d healed up perfectly a month ago. Just because you were cleared didn’t mean you were ready.

“I can wait,” he added. “I am more than happy just keep kissing you.”

“No.” Your eyes widened. “No, I want you. I do. I just. Maybe just leave my shirt on?”

He frowned again. “My love, we talked about this.”

And you both had. He noticed immediately when you started staring too long in the mirror and when you changed up your style of clothing. It took him weeks to convince you to bath with him again, to let him see you fully nude in a neutral setting.

“I know, but this is different.”

“How is it different?” He chuckled and you pouted at him. He sent his love through the bond hoping you’d forgive him for laughing.

“What if- I just don’t think I can handle it if, you know.” You bit your lip and looked away.

“If what?”

“If you- gods Eris you’re such an ass, don’t make me say it.” He grinned at you and it only flustered you more. “What if I kill your mood?”

He blinked, his own eyebrows raised up. “As if you haven’t smacked me several times already in the past month because I have gotten handsy in the bath.”

“That was different,” you protested. “You were just playing.”

He let his voice drop low and put his hand back on your shirt when he replied. “I never play with how much I want you.” He could smell your arousal spike back up. He made sure to lower hand and trace his fingers on your thigh. “Let me show you. If you still don’t believe me then we’ll stop and I’ll go to sleep in the study. Do we have a deal, my fire?”

“Gods you don’t play fair,” you said breathlessly.

“Whatever do you mean?”

He’d already distracted you enough to get his hand farther up your thigh, the shirt inching up with it. He reached your hip, his fingers running over your infernal underwear.

“Can I?” He asked, hooking a finger on the band.

“I don’t know. Can you?” You smarted back.

He looked you straight in the eyes when he replied, “I can and I will.” Then he set your underwear on fire, ensuring it only burned the fabric away and not your skin.

“Eris!” You yelled and pushed up the bed in shock.

“Hush, you’ll wake the baby, love,” he chuckled and used his magic to clear away the ash.

“You set my underwear on fire.” You hissed.

“I did. And I’m about to set that shirt aflame as well if you don’t let me take it off you.” He grinned.

“Fine. But if you can’t get it up, I am cutting your cock off and stuffing it down your throat. Then I’m murdering you.” You hissed and tugged up the nightshirt to pull it over your head.

“I love it when you're feisty.” He purred, his eyes immediately wandering down your body as you tossed the shirt off to the floor. “Where would you like me to start?”

“Start?”

You tried to cover yourself but he was not having it. He crawled over you, grabbing and pinning your arms by your head. He watched in real time your pupils dilate, your eyes going near black.

“I said I would show you how much I want you,” he leaned in and brushed his nose against your own. “So where do I start?”

For once he’d rendered you speechless. Good. He didn’t need you arguing with him when your opinions were clearly wrong. Especially when he let you go and sat up to look you over again. The mother truly blessed him by putting you in his path. He made sure to push that down the bond and smirked at your cheeks darkening.

“I know these are the babe’s favorites.” He whispered. He traced a finger around your breast. “It’s wrong of me to say this but I do enjoy it when you pull my hands up your top.”

“Eris,” you hissed.

“It’s true.” He grinned. “You get my warm hands pressed against your sore breasts and I get to hold you.” You blinked at that confession. “My mate, did you think I had nefarious reasons?”

“I thought you just liked to touch my breasts.”

He shrugged, “what is that phrase my brothers keep spewing when they cheat at cards? A win is in fact still a win?”

You rolled your eyes. He continued moving his finger down your sternum and traced around your stomach. You frowned.

“Despite how you feel, I do love how soft you are now.” His fingers moved around to your side and traced your hip. “And how wide your hips are now.”

“I don’t. I had to buy a whole new wardrobe. That was expensive.”

You then yelped and jolted as he moved over you, putting one leg between your thighs to wedge him apart.

“As if I care about the cost. These hips carried our baby.”

He leaned in and kissed the valley between your breasts. His left hand cupped your right breast when he kissed down your chest again. He could feel you relax under him and grinned against your stomach. He maneuvered himself so he could switch and cup your other one against his heated palm.

“I swear that’s all you're good for,” you teased, placing your hand on top of his. “Male hot stone.”

He slid down further and nipped his teeth at the skin above your belly button and he felt you tense again. He knew you hated how soft your stomach was and how the skin there was still recovering from being stretched to accommodate your child. He’d spend the rest of his life convincing you it was a blessing if he had to. Because it was.

“This beautiful belly of yours,” he kissed your stomach, “made our perfect babe. That was all you, my fire.”

“I know.” You didn’t sound convinced.

Eris knew it would take time. Even if he was impatient, he wouldn’t argue with you. He learned a long time ago that only made you stand firm in your thoughts. Instead he pressed more open mouth kisses along your stomach, pulling his hands away to loop his arms under your thighs. He didn’t miss the way you gasped or how your scent sweetened. He definitely didn’t miss the humming want you were pushing in through the bond. He rolled his hips into the bed like a fuckin youth just to relieve his own tension.

He wasted no more time, eager to get his mouth between your legs. He pulled your legs apart and peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs. You were still tense; something he had not encountered since the first time you were together. Despite your apprehension, you were still wet for him. He tried not to be smug as he put his mouth on you and your body relaxed in his hold.

He moaned as he licked up your center, your taste and smell overwhelming him in the best way. It was almost muscle memory, his tongue moving against your already swollen nub in a way that had you grabbing him by his hair. And by the cauldron, did he miss your hands in his hair.

Eris had planned to take his time. Take you apart slowly and remind you how much he loved you. Your body had other plans. You rolled your hips against his face, and he sucked and licked harder. He didn’t even get his fingers in you before you moaned and arched on the bed.

“Fuck,” you muttered as you came, panting and yanking his hair as he worked you through it. You had enough when you pulled him up.

He laughed. “That’s a record.”

“Is it?” You were still gasping.

“You really know how to stroke a male’s ego.” He sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Maybe we should take breaks more often.”

“Insufferable.” You muttered.

“I’m about to be even more insufferable,” he said with a sly tone.

He made certain you were looking when he rolled his pants down, his length springing free and curving up on his stomach.

“Still doubt me?” He smirked and stroked himself.

You groaned. “Fine, I believe you.” Despite your tone you gave him a loving look. “Now hush and come fuck me.”

Eris kicked off his pants and crawled over you. There were no words exchanged as your legs fell open and he seemed to settle in place with ease. You gasped when he reached in between you both to guide himself into your slick heat. He groaned almost too loud when he bottomed out into you and stilled.

By The Mother he missed this. Being so close to you; being physically connected to you. The bond between you both tight, filled with love and passion. He laid there for a moment to savor it. He kissed you deeply and used his hand to bring your leg up farther on his waist.

He pulled away and leaned his forehead to yours. “I swear I’d put another baby in you right now if Edith wouldn’t kill me.”

“I think I would kill you.” Your tone was amused rather than annoyed, thankfully.

“And what sweet death it would be,” he muttered.

He kissed you again and propped himself up on one of his arms. The shift alone felt like lightning shooting up his spine. He realized at that moment he shouldn’t have laughed at you for coming apart so quickly. Eris groaned and cursed when he rocked his hips.

“Know how to stroke a female’s ego.” Your laughter faded into a moan; Eris thrusted into you a little harder.

You were both mostly silent after that. Eris’s mouth was preoccupied with kissing every inch of your face and chest he could reach. You were biting your lip when he wasn’t kissing you so you wouldn’t get vocal and wake the baby. He could feel you plateau through the bond, both of you just enjoying the feeling of being together in this way again.

He finally moved up and put your leg up over his shoulder to let him dive into you harder. You sighed and he felt your pleasure spike through the bond. He tried to not be smug about it. He reached his hand between you and rubbed his thumb gently in time with his thrusts. He grinned at how you mewled.

“Can you come for me again, love?” You nodded. He was close himself, his breathing haggard. “Will you do that for me? Come with me.”

It took a few moments before you arched off the bed again and flooded the bond with your pleasure. He groaned coming right behind you, but not stopping until you stopped pulsing around him. He dropped your leg and damn near collapsed on top of you.

Eris pushed himself off you with a groan, still catching his breath. “I think I need to start training again.”

“Overwork yourself?” You giggled “I think that’s just your age showing.”

Eris bit back a retort. After a moment he reluctantly moved off the bed and muttered he would get you a towel. Sleepiness was creeping into his bones while he cleaned himself off and wet a hand towel for you. He grabbed his pants off the floor where he tossed them and before he returned to bed, he peered into the nursery. Your babe was still fast asleep.

It seemed you were also sleepy when he crept up to the bed and saw your eyes closed. He made sure to heat the towel with his hand before maneuvering it between your legs and cleaning up the mess he made. You inhaled sharply but only blinked at him. He incinerated it once he was done.

“You’re so dramatic,” you grumbled at him.

“But you love me,” he said and leaned in and kissed you again before crawling into bed.

“That I do,” you muttered and scooted over to him so you could cuddle until you both fell asleep.

#gods I’m nervous about this one folks #no one asked for it but here you go #daddy!eris #post baby!f-reader #acotar #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris x you #eris x y/n #eris acotar

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boybandbaby · 3 months ago

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The Sweet Escape Part V

911 AU (Prince!Evan Buckley x Fem!Baker!Reader)

previous part | series masterlist

word count: 4855

warnings/tags: smut (18+ minors please do not interact), cheating/homewrecking, unprotected p in v, biting, riding, slight nipple play, light choking, cream pie (I wish I had a baking joke to go along with this)

note: not sure when the next part will be out - haven’t planned past this chapter yet

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It’s been weeks since you’ve seen Buck and you truly miss him. You wonder if he misses you too. You’ve heard through Albert who’s heard through Chimney who’s heard through Maddie that Buck has been compliant lately. No arguing with his parents, actually learning King duties, helping out with the wedding.

You hope he’s doing well despite everything. Even after you heard him say that you mean nothing to him, his is still everything to you.

You beat yourself up everyday for pushing him away so cruelly. You tell yourself it is justified because of what he said.

You begin to replay your conversation with Chimney and Eddie from just last week.

“He’s miserable. He misses you so much.” Chim informs you.

“Did he tell you that?” You raise a brow and cross your arms over your chest.

“Well no, but I mean I see it on his face. You have to reach out to him.” Chim follows you as you move to sweep some crumbs off the floor.

“Guys, I appreciate what you’re doing but he’s getting married in a few days.”

“He should be marrying you. Everyone knows it.” Eddie says matter of factly.

“There’s nothing that can be done.” You sigh in defeat, handing Albert the broom to place back in its holding place.

“You could always object at the wedding?” Albert adds.

“Yeah right, the queen would have my ass.” You laugh. “She’d get the bakery shut down as punishment.”

“Maybe that’s true but you could still be there for him. He needs a friend.” Eddie shrugs.

“He has you guys, Hen, Bobby. He doesn’t need or want me around.”

“You can’t possibly believe that.” Eddie sasses.

“I heard him say it.” You blurt. “He said I don’t mean anything to him. He didn’t even know I was in the room when he said it.”

“It has to be a misunderstanding. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” Chim leans against the counter, stealing a croissant from Albert.

“You should’ve heard all the whispers at the ball. Girls were jealous of the attention he was giving you, some of the parents thought you were already together. You both looked good together.” Eddie utters.

You feel your cheeks and neck get warm before turning your head down, trying to find something to busy yourself.

“Just… think about it. At least send him birthday wishes.”

There’s two soft knocks on Buck’s door. He groans, thought he told Eddie to go home to Chris.

Buck’s had a long day. He’s met so many different people, allies in which he should remain connected and respectful for future support. He’s taken a few classes on public speaking and history and a dance class for the wedding. He’s just gotten back from a charity event, while rewarding and eye opening, he’s ready to call it a night.

He chooses to ignore the knocks, shedding his blazer and shoes off. Two louder, more impatient knocks ring out.

“What the hell?” He grinds his teeth, suppressing a groan. He storms over to the door, whipping it open with force. The door is heavy but with his determination, he opens it up quickly, enough to create a gust of wind.

Your back is turned to the door, keeping an eye on the hallway and also ready to book it out of there. You jump when you feel the cold air and hear his annoyed tone. “What!?”

It’s quickly followed by a “Y/n, what are you doing here?” He is shocked to say the least. His voice comes out more soft than just moments before.

“Hi,” you whisper. “I wanted to see you.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking a lot about you.” You admit, shyly.

Buck looks around the hallway and pulls you into his room before anyone can see. You’d surely be in trouble if you were caught.

You’ve never been in his room before. You’ve never really been anywhere other than the kitchen and the ballroom before either. His room is somehow exactly as you’d suspected with a 4 post king size bed, long silky drapes, ceiling to floor windows, a fireplace, a leather couch. What you didn’t expect was for the little unique parts of him throughout. The pajama pants thrown onto the messy bed, a pair of slippers laid beside his bed, a cork board with a variety of pictures of friends and family, and a little bed side night light. The items seem so out of place in the grand aspect of his room.

Buck runs to tidy up a bit, hoping he’s not embarrassing himself in front of you. “I’m sorry. I haven’t let anyone in here to clean in a while.”

“It’s no problem. I stopped by unannounced.” You swing the basket in your hands. “Your room is bigger than our entire apartment.” You laugh, mouth open in awe as your fingers run along the back of his couch. “You have a balcony?”

Before he can answer, you’re running to the set of double doors and out into the night air. From his view you can see the layout of the land, from the yard around his home to the rows of trees that cover the path leading down to town. You can see the roofs of the familiar buildings you’ve grown up around.

You have to squint to really make out things but it still looks beautiful amongst the dark blue sky.

“I used to come out here a lot when I was younger. I would just sit and watch the sun rise and fall every day.” He leans over the railing a bit.

You keep a fist wrapped in the back of his dress shirt as he leans too far over for your liking. “You don’t do it anymore?”

“Don’t have time.” He shrugs, eyes flicking to the basket in your left hand. “What do you got there?”

“Oh! Um,” you set the basket on one of his lounge chairs and kneel down. Your skirt bunches up as you slink down to your knees. He loves that you don’t care about the balcony dirt getting on your skirt. It’s something so simple but it shows who you are.

He briefly thinks back to his fiancé and the meltdown she had this morning when one of the servants spilled a cup of coffee on the floor causing droplets to fall on her heels. Buck had to apologize for her outburst.

He watches you take out a small box. It’s wrapped in makeshift wrapping paper from a brown paper bag tied with a silky pink bow.

“Come here.” You beckon him over.

He’s in dress pants so he can’t get down to the floor unless he wants to further embarrass himself and split his pants. He sits on the chair beside your basket. “I know I’m early but happy birthday.”

“Wait, you remember my birthday?”

“Of course, it’s like a city wide holiday.” You laugh. “Plus you never shut up about it when we were kids. I know it’s not much really, but it’s from my heart.”

He unties the bow and pulls the wrapping off. Inside is The Finest Flour’s signature baby blue box, a clear window showing the little cake you made for him. It’s a small two tiered heart shaped cake, sage green frosting with white swirly accents. On top is a sparkly “25” in fondant.

“You made this for me?” He exhales, his eyes glossy.

“Yeah, I figured I’d make you a good cake with flavor since your wedding cake is bland as fuck.” You laugh. You only know because your bakery has been requested to make the wedding cake with specific instructions to “make sure it’s moist.”

Buck sets the box down and looks down at you. “Y/n, I-“

“You don’t have to say anything, Buck.”

“I do. I’m so fucking sorry. When I said you meant nothing to me, I didn’t mean it. You have to believe me.”

“How do you know that is why I was mad?”

“I figured it out surprisingly. I know I have a reputation for being a himbo but I’m not that dumb. Also, Hen helped me realize.” He chuckles.

“You’re not dumb at all.” You shake your head, “just not the smartest.” He snorts at that and doesn’t argue. “You know Chim and Eddie must really love you. They came to the bakery saying they wanted to visit Albert but the entire time the kept vouching for you like they were you’re lawyer or representative or something.” You shake your head with light laughter.

“I know you keep getting hurt by me and I don’t want you to. I would never want to hurt you y/n.” Buck reaches for your hand. You let him hold it.

“I know, Buck. You’re not like your parents or all the rich douchebags around here. You’re sweet and soft.”

“You think so?” He blushes.

“I know so.” You smile up at him. “How’s the wedding coming along? Sometime next week you’ll be married.”

“Let’s talk about anything else please.” He rubs his thumb over your knuckles. His eyes follow his movements before he slowly pulls away. “So, how are things with you and Albert?”

“It’s going really well.” You smile, hands falling to your lap. “I love having him around.”

“I’m really happy for you y/n, he’s a great guy and I know he’ll treat you right.”

“Wait.. what? We’re not together!” You laugh, “no, I mean he’s been really great help for the bakery.”

“Oh… tha-that’s good. I’m sorry I assumed.” He breathes a sigh of relief. You both smile softly at each other. Buck bites his lip while you shake your head, laughing to yourself.

“Well I should probably head out. Don’t want to get us both in trouble.” You reach your hands out to him, he stands and helps pull you up. “It was good seeing you.”

“Yeah.” He nods quickly. He uses your locked hands to pull you into him for a hug. His arms wrap around your upper back. You don’t hesitate to wrap yours around his waist. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” You pull back slightly. You decide you can only hold back slightly, your feelings for him are clearly still here and urging you to make a move. You know he’s an engaged man, soon to be married but you can’t seem to care.

You bring your lips to the apple of his cheek. Your lips are smooth and slightly sticky and scented with your favorite chapstick. You keep your lips there long enough to hopefully leave the ghost of the kiss there when you leave.

Just as you’re pulling away, youre stumbling backwards at the desperate force of Buck’s lips on yours. Before you can trip on the rug below you, his hands hold you in place. His hands are splayed over the sides of your neck as he pulls your face into his. The kiss is hot and cradles every part of your body, spreading over your skin. It feels like you’re in a sauna despite the cold air filtering in from the balcony.

Buck’s hands travel down to your hips as your steps mock his own, long and slow like a waddle, until you’re backed up against his bed.

“Jump.” He commands, voice low and light. When you do, his hands on your hips guide you up onto his bed. His bed is high up on its platform, definitely accommodating his tall height.

His bed is squishy and soft, like a cloud of cotton candy. He wastes no time in unbuttoning his dress shirt, a thin white tshirt under it.

He stands between your legs, holding into your thighs as you take over. You’re pulling the fabric from his shoulders and letting the shirt drop to the floor.

Buck undresses you slowly, savoring your scent and leaving kisses on your shoulders.

He lays you back onto the bed, pushing you up to fully enjoy the expanse of his mattress. His lips plant a kiss to your forehead, down the bridge of your nose, then your lips and chin.

He’s been respectful up until now, eyes glued to your face. Not until you say “keep going” does he give your collarbone a kiss and let his eyes roam your chest.

His body is planted on top of yours, with enough room between you both to move, he trails down your shoulders and chest, not missing any inch of skin.

Buck is licking and kissing down the slopes of your breasts, over your stomach and down your left hip. You’re squirming and giggling at his lips and growing stubble. He sucks marks down your inner thigh to the inside of your knee before he leaves a kiss.

“God, you smell amazing.” It’s a mix of sugar and cocoa powder on you. “I could just eat all of you.”

“Eat me or eat me out?” You look down at him as he runs a hand down your calf, kissing your ankle.

“Why not both?” He smirks.

“Maybe another time, I need you.” You pant. His kissing has worked you up, never having experienced a partner shower your entire body with love.

Buck stands at the edge of the bed, slipping his pants and socks off. His tshirt is next to go, thrown on the wooden footboard of the bed.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks, just in his boxers.

You sit up on your elbows to look at him. “I am. Are you?”

“So sure.” He smiles before shimmying his boxers down. He disappears for a moment as he bends down to take the boxers off his feet.

When he comes back up, the next thing you know is that his full weight is on you as he’s resting on his elbows. One of your arms is wrapped under one of his arms, your fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck. Your fingers get caught in his curls but he doesn’t mind the little tug that happens every so often.

You’re getting restless under him as all he’s done is kiss you. His kisses are intoxicating but you need more.

“Buck,” You mumble against his lips.

“You need more, baby?” He whispers into your ear.

“Yes, please.” You shudder.

“Tell me exactly what you want.” He teases. You can’t think straight, you thought his kisses left you dizzy but then he called you baby.

“I want you inside of me.” You whisper, afraid someone other than you two will hear how bad you want him.

Now that Buck is sure you really want this, that you’re consenting to this, he nudges your thighs open. His hips slightly fall closer to the mattress as you make space for him.

“I need you to tell me when things don’t feel good or you want me to stop.” He holds his cock in his right hand, stroking gently while his left is holding him above you.

“Okay, okay.” You rush, feeling impatient. “Please Evan.”

Buck uses the tip of his cock to find your entrance. It’s not a perfect hole in one as he runs his tip along your folds. He can feel your body tense and he knows he’s at the right spot.

“Don’t tease me.” You warn.

He laughs, dropping his head to your shoulder. He pushes himself into you. It’s a slow stretch due to his size.

Your hands hold onto his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. You’re holding back, not wanting to hurt him. He has a different idea as his teeth sinks into your shoulder. It’s not too hard but there will definitely be indents of his teeth.

It feels like forever when he finally gets to the base of his member.

“How are you feeling?” He kisses the teeth marks.

“Full.” You laugh. “But good, really good.”

“Can I move?” He kisses the skin right in front of your earlobe just above your jaw.

“Yes, please. Been waiting for so long already.” You whine.

“Needy.” He jokes before pulling his hips away from yours and thrusting back into you slowly.

He starts slow and picks up the pace at your begging. Your hand goes back to pulling at his curls, the other is wedged between your bodies, fingers applying pressure to your clit. With every thrust, he feels your knuckles brush against his happy trail. His left leg shakes uncontrollably each time it does.

Your hand cramps from the position but you don’t stop, moving slowly in circles to keep building on your high.

He’s kissing your neck and shoulder, changing from simple pecks to sloppy kisses to sucking. His lips graze your jaw every so often sending a moan from your lips. He’s smiling against your skin, teasing you with his stubble. He loves the reactions he’s getting from you.

You’d never expected Buck to be a guy who enjoys and is good at slow sensual passionate sex. You’d always picture him as a guy who fucks like a jackrabbit, rough, fast and sloppy.

“I love feeling you on me.” You confess. “Every part of you feels so good.”

“Can’t believe I’m with you right now. Could spend hours exploring every inch and crevice of you.” He whimpers. “I love you, y/n.”

“Buck-“ You gasp, his hips pounding into you. You feel the tip of his cock hitting the same spot over and over.

“I do, I’m so in love with you.” His eyes are screwed shut.

“Evan, look at me.” You say between moans. Your bodies rock up and down and you’re clinging with sweat. He lifts his head to meet your eyes.

“I love you, too. So much.” You don’t even have the chance to smile because his lips are on yours again. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in closer, which you didn’t think could be possible.

“Holy shit, don’t stop.” You moan, your fingers are about to give out, clit practically burnt off by how fast you’re brushing your fingers over it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Buck mumbles into your neck. You don’t say anything out loud but you can feel his tears, dripping down his cheeks and pooling on your neck.

“Come on, handsome. We’re almost there.” You encourage. That’s all it takes for him to release. His hips stutter and he lets out a noise that’s similar to a groan, mouth open in an “ah.”

He clings to your shoulders, arms between your back and the mattress as he holds you tight. He has no control over his hips as he brings you to your high.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod.” You screech, thighs squeezing his hips as if you’re cracking a walnut. Your toes squeeze and flex, tickling his skin. His nose runs along your cheek as you whine out a long moan. “I-“

You can’t even get a word out as you shiver the tenseness out of your body. Your body goes slack, releasing his body. You laugh, completely overwhelmed by what just happened, not sure how to communicate your thoughts.

Buck just watches you with fond eyes, savoring this feeling. You shake your head, blinking. When you’ve come out of your haze, you meet his eyes.

Your thumbs brush his cheeks, damp with tears. “You okay?” He sniffles, giving you a nod. “Good tears?” He nods again. “Come lay beside me, wanna cuddle you.” You kiss his birthmark. Buck slowly pulls out, blowing out a breath of air and hissing when he is fully out of you.

He scoots himself into your side, head resting on your bicep, thick thigh thrown over to cover your lower half. One arm is squished beneath him and his other massages your hand. He feels the tension in your hand, milking out the forming cramp.

“You’re making me feel all tingly, Buckley.”

“You make me feel loved, y/n.” He bypasses your compliment. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him so serious.

“You deserve all the love in the world. Not because of your good looks or because you come from a well off family but because of your heart. You care so much about others.” You drop his hand to your chest, brushing aside his curls from his face. “I can’t wait for you to be King. You’re going to use your big heart to better not just yourself but those around you.”

“What if I don’t become King?” He whispers, his hand traveling up to your neck, running his thumb over your throat.

“Then what would you do?”

“I’ve always wanted to be a teacher.” He reveals. “I love kids. I would love to be able to help shape them into good people you know? Provide a safe space for them to grow and express themselves.”

“You’d be good at it. You’re patient and you make people feel welcome. When we first met, we’d never even spoken but you started speaking to me like we knew each other all our lives. You make people feel comfortable.”

“You think I could do it?”

“I know you could.” You smile. “Stay here.”

You pull your arm from under his head and grab the closest clothing item you can find. You press it to your chest to cover yourself. You tip toe over to the balcony to grab his cake.

“Should we try some?” You struggle to keep yourself covered as you hold the box on one hand.

“Ooh yes.” He claps before pulling part of the comforter he’s on, over his lap. He pulls a pillow under his head and upper back. You hand him the box and get a running start to jump onto his bed.

He’s laughing as he opens the box. You’d hoped he would want to eat with you so you’d provided two forks.

You cheekily pull the blanket off his lap and sit on his thighs. You pull the cake out of the box and rest it on his stomach like a table.

It’s almost his birthday and you want to spoil him while you have him. You give him the first bite of the cake. The moan he makes around the fork has you squirming on him.

“You know what? Forget the cake.” You rush to get it off of him and onto his nightstand.

Buck tucks his arms behind his head. He’s sprawled comfortably on his comforter. He watches as you lean over, pushing the cake to a comfortable spot where it won’t fall off.

You lean down to kiss him, cleaning the frosting off his lips. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, biting it and dragging it open.

Buck sucks in a breath. “Let me take care of you.” You whisper against his mouth. He nods slowly, lips chasing yours as you lean back.

He’s just about to whine when you begin to suck on his neck. You creep down to his chest, not wanting to leave any noticeable marks. You decide to run your tongue over his pecs and close to his nipple. He curls in on himself, giggling.

“Don’t tickle me!”

“I wasn’t trying to!” You pinch his nipple.

“Okay, that was just mean. It’s my birthday, you have to be nice to me.”

“Oh? I have to?” You pinch his other one and he squeals. “I’ll be nice from now on.”

“You better.” His arms are crossed and his hands are covering his nipples from any further torment.

You start up again, kiss down his tummy, sucking the skin as you get lower. Buck is trying to stop the little spasms his body does every time you kiss him. He’s rock hard again in no time, hand lazily coming to stroke himself as he watches you shower his thighs in hickies.

“What do you want to do birthday boy?” You look up at him, though it’s hard with the stroking that’s happening in your line of vision as you try to look at his face.

“I wanna kiss you a little more.” He beckons you to come back up. His right hand strokes as his left hand comes to rest on your hip. His moving hand is tucked under you, continuing his movements as you lean down over him to kiss him.

Buck whimpers into the kiss and has to bite his lip to stop himself from making pathetic noises. He loses the battle when you ask if you can ride him.

In seconds, he’s lining himself up for you to sink down. His grip on your thighs helping guide you down onto him before going back behind his head. You both moan in unison at the feeling. Your pussy easily sucks him in this time.

His comforter pools around your thighs and calves as you slowly start to grind on him. The material caressing your legs with every move.

Your hands stretch across his abdomen, grounding your every movement. Your hips roll and roll as you fuck him. Buck relaxes into the bed, hands behind his head, simply watching the way your eyes scrunch with each forward thrust you make. Your head is dropped forward, your chin tucked almost to your chest.

Your movements are slow and rhythmic, calculated.

“You look so fucking hot.” He moans.

“You feel so good.” You cry out. “Love how you stretch me open.”

“Keep going baby, you’re taking me so well.” His voice is husky and breathless. “Don’t stop, please.”

Your hips speed up, causing Buck to flinch and buck his hips. His hands shoot out from behind his head to grip your hips as you begin to topple forward. His hands clutch to the fatty skin between your thighs and hips as he pulls you forward and back on his cock.

Your hands hold onto his outstretched biceps for stability when you begin to change from grinds to bounces.

“Oh shit.” Buck whispers through a soft gasp. “Right there.”

“Yeah?” You puff, exhaling deeply. “You want me to keep going?”

“Yes, yes please don’t stop.” He pleads, eyes droopy. His mouth opens but nothing comes out as his neck strains. You can see a vein on the side as he throws his head back. “You’re perfect.”

You put pressure onto Buck’s chest with your hands as you slam down into him. He’s close, that much you can tell by the way he whimpers and tenses.

“You look so fucking pretty like this, Evan.”

His entire chest is flushed red and he has a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. He’s glistening under you. Your orgasm is near as well, his trimmed hair tickling your clit with every move.

“Shit shit, I’m gonna cum again.” He thrusts up.

“Me too, handsome.” You moan, bringing your hand to his throat. You give it a gentle squeeze as you both ride out your highs. Buck’s given up any control as you watch him release.

Your orgasm comes quick and you clench around him, slowing your hips. Before you can come to a full stop, he’s wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you down to him.

You squeak and fall onto his chest. “Babe, hold on. We’re all sweaty.”

“Don’t care, just want to hold you.” He mumbles. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Happy birthday, pretty.” You kiss his temple and slowly pull from him. You feel like a piece of tape, struggling to get out of his arms and skin sticking to his own.

The breeze from the open doors soothed the hotness in your body. You’re still trying to catch your breath as you begin to collect your clothes.

“Stay the night?” He sits up, resting on his elbow and reaching for your hands.

“Buck, we both know that’s not a good idea. As much as I would love to stay, we don’t want to get caught.” You grab his hands and kiss his knuckles. You let his hands go to get dressed.

“When will I see you again?” He gets up from the bed and slips on a clean pair of boxers and his pajamas pants.

“Soon, I promise.” You pull him into a kiss by the waistband of his pants. “Have a great birthday.”

He nods and holds a hand onto the back of your head, bringing his lips to your forehead. You’re both smiling like idiots as he opens his door.

“I’ll walk you to the kitchen.”

“I’ll walk her to the kitchen, goodnight Evan.” You both jump at the sound of Athena’s voice.

“I-“

“Goodnight.” Athena emphasizes and looks between the two of you.

Buck nods and gives a small wave. His hand squeezes your shoulder and moves up to cup your neck before he’s closing the door.

“You best get back home y/n, before someone else catches you.” She kindly scolds. You can see a faint smile on her lips as she escorts you through the palace and to the kitchen. “Don’t make this a habit y/n. I won’t always be around to save you and Buck.”

“Yes ma’am.” You bite your lip and get your bike started. She watches you drive off and shakes her head with a laugh.

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