#I got inside and closed the door behind me

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 ꕥ MAX VERSTAPPEN

summary. celebrating max’s 4th title was not in your plans.

warnings. piastri!reader, max is kinda obsessed with reader, public s3x (?), unprotected pinv, fingering, just straight up dirty.

gabri speaks! i’ve been thinking about mexico gp max and las vegas sealed the deal for me.

THERE’S A BRIEF moment of silence, of anticipation, and of complete confusion. The DJ had paused the setlist less than an hour in announcing there was a special guest appearance. Then as if on cue tonight’s race is plastered on the giant screen behind him and the words, “Max Verstappen,” echo throughout the nightclub. You resist the urge to roll your eyes knowing someone might be recording you, or your brother at least.

“I thought he was flying back?” You cover your mouth with your hand as you talk with your brother.

“I thought so too.” Your brother hums in your ear trying to hide his annoyed tone. Your brother got along with Max just fine but all he wanted was one night without F1 getting mentioned.

You on the other hand…

You’d only been in the paddock a handful of times but every race weekend you had managed to have the worst encounter with the dutch man. The first time had been incidentally, you faintly recall the energy drink splashing all over your new dress. You knew from the get go that it had been an accident but when Max didn’t as so much as a muster a quick sorry and instead went on his way you had no choice but to hate him.

“He’s such a dick.” You murmur to yourself unaware your brother catches your words.

“Be nice.” Oscar motions towards the countless people recording him.

“I’m gonna get another drink.” You sigh.

The music resumes and you find yourself into a crowd of dancing couples. Your short orange dress sticks to you as you walk towards the bar. It’d been a long night with your brother not getting the result he hoped for. The post race recap inside the garage had been brutal as well. You had watched as the championship slipped from Lando’s hands and Max claimed victory once again. It had been the worst two hours of your life to say the least. You’re way too frustrated to even notice the man approaching you. In a split second you’re covered in something that smelled similar to…

“Asshole.” You mumble.

“Mini Piastri?” He gasps dramatically. “Why are you here? I wouldn’t think you’d be celebrating after tonight.”

“Well, the world doesn’t revolve around you.” You scoff. “Does it Max?”

“I’d argue that it does actually. Considering your mood, you’d be happier if your little boyfriend had actually managed to have a good race.” He taunts you.

“Look, can you get out of my way? I have to go clean up the mess you made.” You point towards the huge spots of alcohol on your dress.

You don’t even wait for him to respond before pushing past him, brushing shoulders in the process, to head straight to the bathroom. You do your best to dodge those who already have had a bit too much to drink, unaware that the dutchman is right behind you. It’s not until you’re opening the door and notice it takes a minute too long to close that you turn around and spot him. His white dress shirt is already half unbuttoned while his hair is a mess. You stare at him incredulously as he leaned against the sink.

“Max, you can’t be in here.” You state bluntly.

“I don’t recall you telling Lando to piss off when he followed you into the bathroom in Austin.” He counters.

“How do- What?” You’re taken aback by his words. How did he know?

He ignores your question choosing to walk towards you instead. You’re now face to face with the man that had taken away your team’s championship. His eye bags are dark and you can tell it’s been a while since he’s gotten a good needed break. His tousled hair falls perfectly on his head and by the way his arms flex you can tell he’s been putting extra effort into them at the gym. All of a sudden you’re nervous to be under his glare.

“Does your brother know what you and Lando do in secret?” He questions.

“You should leave.” You try to sound confident but your faltering voice exposes you.

Max just smirks at your words knowing he was getting under your skin. He still recalls the first time he ran into you, when he spilled half a can of red bull on you. He doesn’t know why he didn’t apologize but when he saw the anger in your face he realized why. You had looked so beautiful that day with the short orange sundress that did nothing to hide your cleavage. He still remembers the disappointment he felt when he saw you and Lando walk out of the restroom all disheveled. So, when he beat Lando tonight he felt absolutely no remorse.

His lips ghost yours for what feels like an eternity. You’re frozen in place wondering how his lips would taste against yours. Maybe it was the alcohol or the way his arms flex around you but suddenly you needed to know what he felt like. His arm tentatively grazes yours as it sneaks down to your knees. A gasp finds itself leaving your lips as your legs spread open instinctively. He wants to make fun of you, of the way you melt under him so easily, but he knows better. He can’t risk ruining the moment. It’s when Max inches his fingers closer to your thighs that you suddenly realize what’s happening. In a matter of seconds you push him off you and head out the door.

You’re barely four steps out when Max yanks you back and you hit his built chest. This time he doesn’t hesitate and grabs your jaw pulling your face towards his. Your lips meet in a heated kiss as his arms find their way around your waist. This time you’re the one that moves his hands from your wait to your ass. The confidence was beginning to build up and soon enough you’re tugging on his hair as his tongue enters your mouth.

“Max…” You moan and somehow it becomes the indicator that you want this. That you want him.

He pushes you flat against the cold brick of the hallway, the dimmed lights helping hide your bodies from the crowd. You’re lucky he holds you up because your legs feel like jello and if he lets go you might lose your balance. His hands roam your waist, back, and neck before he moves your hair out of the way. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses around your neck as his hands work their way down to your legs. They slowly glide up until he’s playing with the hem of your short dress. You can already feel his growing erection press against your ass.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He groans against your ear.

You really want to tell him to fuck off but your body reacts differently. You’re shocked when instead of telling him to call it a night all you murmur is keep going. In a matter of seconds your dress is being pulled up towards your waist. You can’t help the whine that escapes your lips as he rubs your aching core through your panties.

“So wet already.” He groans. “For me or Lando?”

“Shut up.” You still find it in you to annoy him.

To your surprise he doesn’t hit you with another remark. Max had been an asshole to you long enough. Now, that you were in front of him practically falling apart he didn’t want to ruin the moment. There’s a brief moment of silence before his hand carefully moves your panties to the side exposing your core to the cool breeze. Your legs spread instinctively as his fingers tempt your folds. His fingers collect your slick as he explores you, the wet sound making him groan against you. Slowly, he brings one of his fingers to your hole entering it carefully.

“Fuck.” He moans against your ear as your cunt wraps tightly around his finger.

“Ma- Max. So close.” You’re barely able to say.

You let out a loud whine as he curls his finger inside of you leading to your climax. You come around his fingers as you coat them with your wetness. His fingers slowly move toward your mouth and you don’t hesitate as you take them into your mouth, tasting yourself. He almost comes undone as you lick his fingers seductively. Aggressively he grabs your jaw and kisses you. He groans as he tastes you.

You feel the tip of him first as he runs it up and down your folds teasing you. Your hands are weak against the wall as his tip approaches your aching hole. He enters you slowly, holding you tightly in the process. He stops halfway through not wanting to hurt you but when he hears your dirty moans he continues. Your nails dig tightly into his arms as he fills you up completely. He’s quite big and the new sensation has you spiraling trying your best to not fall against him. He takes advantage of your weakness and attacks your neck again making sure to leave love bites around your collarbone.

“Fuck, Max. You’re so big.” You whine without thinking.

You feel his dick twitch inside you at that. Your voice has him in a trance as he tries his best to not just start thrusting inside of you. It’s not until you start pushing your ass against him that he almost pulls out fully before thrusting back into you. His hands grip your ass tightly—surely leaving marks for tomorrow—as your cunt squeezes him. He’s never felt such a thrill, at least since Abu Dhabi, you were your own feeling. He couldn’t believe you had finally opened up to him in many ways you were way better than winning another trophy. Many curses escape your lips as he finds the perfect pace inside of you.

He manages to bend you over leading to the perfect position and somehow he’s even deeper inside of you. He grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he speeds up inside of you. His hand trails back to your cunt and slowly he starts playing with your folds. The feeling of his cock inside of you and fingers rubbing your folds is intense and you find a camisole feeling in your stomach approach you. You squeeze him tightly as his dick hits the right spot and you find yourself coming undone. You’ve never had an orgasm so intense in your life you don’t even notice how you coat his dick with your wetness.

Max isn’t far behind and speeds up at the feeling of your cunt squeezing him tightly. Your nails dig behind you at the overstimulation and stretch of his cock. Max hisses at the sensation finding it the tipping point. It’s not long before you feel his dick twitch inside of you and in a matter of seconds you feel him spill his seed inside of you. He grunts as he empties himself and as he pulls out. He pulls you up adjusting your dress in the process.

You bite your lip as he zips up his pants. The aftermath of your little rendezvous is different. Usually with others you don’t stay long enough to watch them dress themselves. But then you notice Max struggling with the buttons on his dress shirt and you find your hands on his chest again. You only button half of the shirt before stepping back. Neither of you say a word but the silence manages to speak for you both. You decide it’s time to go back but before you can take a step Max pulls you in for a final kiss before he leaves.

You’re barely able to walk back towards the VIP lounge and stumble multiple times in the process. You try your best to brush your hair down and fix your dress as you come closer to your brother’s booth. You sit down carefully unaware your brother is staring at you wide eyed and wondering why it took you almost an hour to get a drink. You shift awkwardly in your seat as Lily begins telling you both about her mixup at the airport. You turn around briefly as she goes into detail when you notice Max walking past your table. You keep your composure not wanting to expose your actions of the night but you should’ve known better. Oscar almost bursts out laughing at Max’s completely unbuttoned shirt.

“Lando’s gonna be pissed.” Your brother smirks.

“How do-” Did everyone know? “Oh, fuck off.”

The night progresses with your brother ordering countless bottles of Dom Pérignon. It’s almost five in the morning when Max takes the stage again with the DJ playing a remix of Super Max. As if on cue someone hands him a bottle of champagne and it doesn’t take long for him to start spraying it amongst those on the dance floor. You watch attentively as his chest shows the marks you left completely unaware of how your phone buzzes for the hundredth time that night.

9 missed calls from Lan

Lan: Tonight was shit.

Lan: Come over?

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Nothing But Your T-Shirt | Bucky Barnes x Reader | One Shot 1.7k

Natasha dares you to steal one of Bucky's shirts during a drunken sleepover. Natasha is definitely up to something, but maybe revealing your secrets isn't such a bad idea...

Warnings: 18+ for language, sleepover antics, fluff, kissing and suggestive situations. Rated F for fluff and T for tower fic.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and @saradika-graphics

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

Wanda opened the door of the penthouse with a squeal of excitement.

"Oh my god, you came! Yay! Come in, come in!" She ushered you inside enthusiastically, a large pina colada in one hand, your fingers in the other.

"Hey," Natasha waved from the comfort of the conversation pit, pillows and blankets draped about.

Pepper emerged from behind the bar with a tray of glasses, snacks and a huge smile. "Hi, how are you? Come and get comfortable."

You'd been an Agent level member of the Avengers for a month now. Accompanying them on a few missions and attending briefings. So when Tony declared it was 'boys night' and he was taking the male contingent to a new restaurant, Pepper had rolled her eyes and insisted that you, Wanda and Natasha join her for cocktails in the penthouse.

You were shocked at being included, but Wanda and Natasha had been so welcoming when you'd joined them for a mission the week before that you managed to tamp down your nerves enough to say yes.

Pepper handed out the drinks and insisted of getting your specific order for both pizza and desert before sitting down and finally looking you over. She was a constant presence when you were in the New York Avengers Tower, powerful and confident, always smartly turned out in heels that rivaled the tower itself in height. And you'd always been too nervous to talk to her.

Suddenly you felt hot under the over sized floor lamps.

"So," Pepper grinned, an uncharacteristic move that had you even further on edge. "Natasha tells me you have a crush on Barnes."

You choked on your drink.

"What?"

"Don't play coy," Natasha purred, I've seen the way you look at him, she winked and you couldn't help but laugh.

Wanda giggled around her straw, nodding in agreement. "You do, you're always fluttering your eyelashes at him.

"I do not!"

"Fine, fine," Pepper held her hands up, "if you're not ready to spill, lets do something else. I got my aesthetician to send me some new facial samples, want to try?"

Natasha looked pointedly over the rim of her glass, "this isn't like the egg thing is it because I don't want to put anything up my-"

"Natasha! No!" Pepper cut her off as she crossed the vast room, "behave, I'll be back soon."

Four more pina coladas and a face mask later, you were a lot more relaxed. Lying on one side of the sofa with your arms behind your head, eyes drifting closed until a foot poked you in the side.

"You sleeping?" Wanda whispered with a giggle.

"I think so," your own giggle bubbled up, inhibitions lowered by the drinks.

"Did you bring pyjamas? I have three guest rooms or we can sleep out here." Pepper's voice was excited, higher pitched than you'd ever heard it, the professional edge gone.

The others had already changed before you arrived, but you'd had to travel across town from your apartment and hadn't exactly wanted to get a cab in your nightwear. Looking at them now they were all so similar, matching even in their differences. All in over sized t-shirts. Pepper's had a joke on about electrons. Wanda's was deep red with 'Avengers Tech Institute' printed on the left side. And you were fairly sure Natasha's belonged to Steve, it fell on her shoulders in such a graceful way, showing off her collarbone. They all looked so effortlessly beautiful and, despite the fact you were over dressed, you wilted again.

It'd been so nice to be included and now you felt different again, outside. They all had their partner's shirts on, and you had…red plaid with a tea stain on.

The silence was loud until Natasha sat up, a cheeky grin appearing as she said, "I dare you to get one of James' t-shirts."

"Nat, no, come on." You could feel embarrassment heating you again. Hadn't they decided to ignore this line of questioning?

"Yes! Do it, do it!" Wanda agreed, jumping up and clapping her hands together.

"Officially I feel like I need to put a stop to this, I can't have you breaking in to someone's private rooms."

Natasha raised an eyebrow and glared at Pepper who rolled her eyes in return.

"But unofficially I'm going to go to the bar and whatever you three do while I'm not looking, isn't my fault." She held her hands up and pointedly turned away while Natasha and Wanda fixed you in their sights.

"I couldn't!"

"You know you want to, you likeeee himmm." Wanda sang obnoxiously, poking you again.

"You can, I'll help you." Natasha said, very seriously, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the elevator and leaving you with no choice.

You should probably have been concerned over just how quickly Natasha managed to break into Barnes' rooms. You couldn't think of him as Bucky, or even James as Natasha called him. Not when you were stood looking at his unmade bed, the clothes on the back of the chair and the wobbling stack of books on his bedside table.

He'd left a cookie and a half drunk cup of coffee on the other side where the pillows were propped up against the headboard and a well worn copy of Lord of the Rings was face down in the sheets.

You'd only been close to Barnes a few times, but he always smelt so wonderful, a heady mix of clean vanilla and spice. Soft and welcoming with some deeper thread that made you want to press your nose into the soft crook of his neck and just inhale.

"Quick, pick something he won't notice is gone." Wanda whispered, pulling drawers open in the dark.

"No, no, this!" Natasha held up Barnes' signature henley, ox blood red and so soft. It had frayed around the neck from wear and the cotton was slightly stretched. He wore it almost constantly, despite Steve buying his a petrol blue one for Christmas.

Natasha closed the lid of his laundry basket again and chucked it over to you.

It had that same vanilla scent and, though it also had a hint of sweat, you couldn't help the urge to press it to your face.

"Come on, put it on." Natasha urged, pulling on your tank top to lift it over your head.

The henley was as soft as it looked and, in the brief moment it covered your face, you allowed yourself the inhale that you craved. Bucky, all Bucky.

Getting it over your boobs proved a slight struggle. But once it was settled it hugged them snuggly, allowing your cleavage to peep through the unbuttoned front. It stretched at the hips too and was oddly flattering when you looked into the mirror by the door.

"That actually really suits you."

Natasha nodded in agreement and then paused, completely still.

"Fuck, quick." She ran for the balcony, dragging Wanda with her and you turned in confusion only to be met with light in the hallway and one Sergeant James Barnes, stood stock still in the doorway of his own bedroom, staring at you.

"Sergeant Barnes I -" you struggled to find an excuse, was there really ever an excuse to break into someones bedroom and try on their clothes? Instead you looked away, wondering whether to rip the henley off and try to find your top instead, or whether to try and escape past him.

He licked his lips and paused, carefully choosing his next words, but your name slipped out, unbidden.

Your eyes snapped up to his.

"That shirt looks good on you," his voice was rough when he spoke, like he was holding something back and your body flushed with heat.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, Natasha -"

He gave a low, dark, laugh.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure it's entirely her fault. But you - " He took a step forward and your breath caught in your throat.

"I'll give it back -"

"Please, keep it on." He approached slowly, as if trying to befriend a wild animal that could run at any time.

"I'm sorry -"

He was right in front of you now, still in the suit Tony had insisted he wear, although his bow tie was undone, hanging around his neck, and the first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, showing a flash of his skin underneath.

"Is Natasha right?" He asked, slowly backing you towards the wall. Each step was calculated. When you staggered back, his left hand curled around your waist to steady you.

"Uhm-" your eyes flicked down to his parted lips and back to his eyes.

"She said she knew a secret, she shared it with me," he watched your every move, carefully leaning you back against his bedroom wall. The hand on your waist tightened, the other toyed with his shirt, still wrapped so closely around your body.

You heaved in a breath and his eyes dropped to your cleavage before lifting to your face. "I'm glad I came back, been dying to see you. Imagine my surprise when I find you all wrapped up in my bedroom like a present."

"Sergeant Barnes," you whimpered and his leg slid between yours, pushing up against you. "What did Natasha tell you?"

"Always so formal, it's okay, I know, you can relax." He bent forwards, nose brushing against your cheek, lips at the shell of your ear.

You let out a shaky breath.

"She told me you have a little crush on me."

It's exactly what you'd imagined she'd said, and yet, the embarrassment was so acute already you thought you might pass out.

"Don't worry," his breath tickled the soft skin behind your ear making goosebumps rise along your arms. "I have a little crush on you too."

You could feel his smile on your cheek when he pressed a kiss there and then his lips were on yours, rough in their excitement, and you couldn't hold back any longer. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down towards you, fingers in his hair.

"You can keep the t-shirt," he mumbled against your lips, "but can we lose the pjs?"

You giggled, nodding and broke away only when Wanda and Natasha started banging on the glass, cheering and whooping while you and Bucky smiled, with only eyes for each other.

[oranges-arent-the-only-fruit]

I heard a noise coming from the kitchen and saw my sister kissing her girlfriend in the corner. I didn’t go Ito the room but went back to the front door and slammed it closed. I heard voices as they ran upstairs into Steph’s bedroom. I smiled to myself and went into the kitchen to get myself a drink from the fridge. I watched some telly as I drank my beer, after the news went off I got myself a beer and got a bottle of wine together with a couple of glasses. I went upstairs and found Steph’s bedroom door was partly open. I pushed the door open and looked round the door. The two girls were writhing together nearly naked on the bed.

Steph looked up. Danny what’re you doing in here ? I smiled. I thought you might like some wine, don’t worry I’ll replace it before mum gets home at the weekend. I couldn’t see who was in bed with Steph and lifted her sheet up a little. Oh hi Angela, you shouldn’t be embarrassed you know. She pulled the sheet away from her face and scowled at me. I moved their clothes off the side table and put the wine and glasses on the table before pouring out two glasses of wine. Enjoy yourselves ladies. I said as I walked out of the room. I went into my room and undressed before going for a shower.

I took my time in the shower, it was a luxury not having someone waiting to use the bathroom. I finally finished showering and dried myself. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back to my room. As I passed Steph’s room I saw my bottle of beer on the table with the empty bottle of wine. I sneaked into the room to get the beer. As I picked up my bottle I heard one of the girls moaning. I looked down and saw Steph laying on the bed as Angela’s head was between her legs. I’d dated Angie a couple of times before she came out. I saw her bum sticking up invitingly in the air. I moved to get a better view of her bum, her labia were pink and wet. I felt a shock run through my body and got on my knees behind her before running my tongue up the length of her vulva.

Angie moaned as she opened her legs slightly, she tasted delicious as I repeated the action, I put my hands on her cheeks and eased her labia apart before I slipped my tongue into her vagina. I pumped my tongue in and out before slipping my tongue down onto her clitoris. Her muscles jerked as I swirled my tongue around her little nub, I could hear Steph’s moans and knew she was orgasming as Angie feverishly licked and sucked her clitoris. I lifted my head up and slowly pushed myself into her slick body, making Angie gasp as she stretched around my thick cock. I held her hips as I slowly thrust fully into her body, bumping into her cervix. Angie’s orgasms were sweeping through her body as her muscles gripped hold of my cock.

Steph had moved towards me, watching intently as Angie’s orgasms kept flowing through her trembling body. Angie was moaning. Don’t stop Danny don’t stop. I held on for as long as I could before my balls began chugging themselves empty into my cock, engorging it with my seed Angie’s orgasms were peaking as I started shooting my potent seed into her womb. Angie’s hands were gripping hold of the covers as I held myself deep inside her as her throbbing muscles milked me dry before I slowly pulled out of her body. Steph looked up from Angie and kissed me deeply. She pulled away from me. Danny I’ve never anything so hot in my life. She laid beside Angie and kissed her as her body glowed and trembled as her orgasms subsided.

I laid down on the bed, soon Angie had cuddled into my side, slipping her arm and leg across my body as she laid her head on my shoulder, Steph moved to my other other side and adopted the same position, they laid their heads on my shoulders as we reflected on our lovemaking. We laid silently for several minutes before Steph nuzzled into me neck. Danny would you make love to me, I need to know how it feels, she was holding Angie’s hand tight. About thirty minutes later e began kissing and cuddling each other, I kissed both girl’s breasts, they seemed to like the same thing, twenty minutes later both girl’s breasts were red and swollen.

I manoeuvred Steph onto her back and laid between her legs before I began eating her out. Steph’s body was still sensitive, her sweet juices combined with her creamy cum juices, Angie had straddled her mouth and Steph was busy cleaning her messy pussy. I’d brought Steph to the edge of orgasming. I moved my body and began pushing myself into her tight body. She moaned softly as she stretched around my thick cock until I was fully inside her body. Her eyes were open wide, I started moving in and out, Steph immediately responded and soon we were sliding smoothly together, helped by her freely flowing juices. We kissed deeply as we settled into a deep rhythm. Several minutes later Steph started moaning as she succumbed to her feelings of ntense intimacy and pleasure as we writhed tightly together, she started moaning as her muscles started flexing on my cock before suddenly, convulsing on my cock, gripping me hard as her orgasm ripped through her body, creaming my cock seconds before my balls were pumping my potent seed into my cock before I blasted it into her womb. Steph squealed as my seed hit not her womb again and again until I was empty. I held still savouring the sensation of her pulsating muscles sucking me dry.

I was empty and pulled out of her body and laid beside her, watching her stunning body glowing as she caught her breath. Steph looked at me as she cuddled into my side, slipping her arm and leg across my body as she laid her head on my shoulder. Angie cuddled into my other side, the two girls held each other’s hands. We laid together for about thirty minutes chatting and giggling together before I kissed them both and went to freshen up in the shower and go to bed. It was about an hour later when Steph came into my room and climb into bed beside me. She was still wet from showering with Angie. Danny, Angie and I have talked a lot about tonight and would like you to join us from time to time, would you like that ? I chuckled. Yeah of course babe’s. She kissed me gently on the lips, the kiss quickly developed as she limbed onto my body, squirming on me until I was fully aroused. She straddled my body and guided me into her slick body,

She gasped as she started riding me, up and down as I thrust into her, I held her hips as we kept to a steady rhythm, within minutes I could feel muscles quivering on my cock as her orgasm built up inside her. Minutes later her orgasm ripped through her body, creaming me few minutes before I pumped not her load into her womb. She laid down on me, kissing me as we exchanged our bodily fluids. Finally she slipped down my side, leaving her arm and leg across my body. Several minutes later after she’d caught her breath she looked at me. Danny can I sleep with you tonight ? I kissed her. You can climb in with me anytime you like. After that night we frequently slept together, most times it was just to kiss and cuddle together.

[luvyeni]

🥀 … ( headcanons ) perv anton ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 앤톤 ՞

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request. any perv!anton drabbles pls 🙏🏻😓

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 been a while since i did perv!idol

before you guys get into a relationship…

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: assumed you were a boy , he was shocked to see a girl at his front door ﹚ .ᐟ

his hair covering his eyes , as he stared at you — you were barely clothed , boxes in front of you. “hello.” his eyes never leaving your chest. “im your new roommate.” he’s confused. “you’re a girl.” you look down at your chest where he was also looking then back at him. “so i’ve been told , now are you gonna let me in?”

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: he doesn’t even wait until you’re fully settled for his perversions to start ﹚ .ᐟ

a barely shows you to your room before retreating back to his room , closing and locking his door. pulling his pants down , jerking off with the thought of your boobs on his mind , the thought of cumming all over them had him cumming quickly into his hand , the first time he’d ever came so much. “hey.” his post nut clarity hitting him as you knocked on the door , he couldn’t believe he did that , but that doesn’t stop him from doing again and again.

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: finds a pair of your underwear mixed into his clothes during wash day ﹚ .ᐟ

and instead of sitting them in your room , he takes them into his room , holding them to his nose as he gets off to sight of your body from when he got a glimpse of it when you left it slightly open when you were showing and he walked by. he still remembers how he stood in the door , jerking off to sight of your body , the soap dripping down the crevices of your bust. he came so much he made a mess on the door he had to clean it up without moving the door.

“sh-shit.”

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: eventually gets caught by you ﹚ .ᐟ

it’s not like you didn’t know though , you knew since the week you came , his innocent and shy face didn’t hide the pervert inside. there’s only so many pair of panties that go missing before you start to think you’re going crazy. “not to mention , that day you watched me in the shower , you left a mess on the door.” he’s embarrassed but he’s still stroking his cock. “if you wanted to fuck me you could’ve just asked , instead of stealing my panties , and you could’ve gave them back.”

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: spends the rest of that night allowing you fuck him dumb ﹚ .ᐟ

he can’t even count how many times he’s cum , all he could think about is you riding his cock , milking him for all his cum , his dirtiest fantasies coming to life that night. cumming all over your face , letting his milky thick cum spill down your chin , down to your titties , which makes him harder , it literally takes him like three hours before you had to tap out and even then he was still hard , and had to jerk off and even then he didn’t hide it , he laid right next to your naked cum covered body , stroking his cock.

“fu-fuck fuck i can’t stop cumming , im still so hard.”

after you get into a relationship his perversions don’t stop, in fact they get worse…

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: doesn't stop stealing your panties ﹚ .ᐟ

in his nasty head he’s like “she’s my girlfriend now so she won’t mind” you often find your panties covered in his cum , and he just smiles bashfully at you.

“sorry baby , i just got carried away, they just smelled like you and you know how i get when it comes to you.”

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: is more touchy feely now that you’re all his ﹚ .ᐟ

having to move his hands off your ass constantly because he can’t stop touching it. “tonnie stop touching my ass please.” he doesn’t and you don’t even stop him after that, even when he stands behind you and rut against you like a horny dog.

“sh-shit let’s go back to the room.”

speaking of sex…

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: just gets nastier as your relationship progresses ﹚ .ᐟ

now that you’ve given him free reign of your body , he uses that to his advantage , bending you over any surfaces , pressing his hard cock against you. “fuck , you look so good right now.” I mean he’s hard all the time. “bend over baby , i just need to feel you.” pulling your pants down. “just the tip , fuck I promise.” but he never really means it , pushing fully into you , fucking you into the very surface he bent you over stuffing you full of his thick load.

“fuck that’s it just keep taking my cum…”

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: loves somophillia ﹚ .ᐟ

this mixed with the verbal consent that you’ve given him to use you whenever he wants just makes him crazy , whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night horny and doesn’t want to wake you , he’ll just roll on his side and slide right inside your waiting cunt , fucking your sleeping body , not even bothering to pull out after cumming , you wake up with his cock still inside you… hard and ready to fuck again.

“got hard last night and I need you.”

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: after sex needs to be as close as he can ﹚ .ᐟ

his head on your bare chest , his thumb on your nipple just toying with it as he came down from his high , both of you completely fucked out , unable to move. “fuck i love you so much.”

yeah he’s gross , but he’s your gross boy…

©️LUVYENI

[samandcolbyownme]

Can we get birthday smut with Sam for his birthday tomorrow!!! Please

I think I got this request yesterday, so that would make today Sam’s birthday! 🖤

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, kissing, hair pulling, biting, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, fluffy filth

Word Count: 1.8k | unedited

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“Don’t sweat it okay?” Sam assures, “It’s okay. Your job is.. complicated sometimes.”

You let out a sigh, “I know, but tomorrow is your birthday Sam.. I just.. I hate to miss it.”

“Listen.” Sam pauses, “The only person I really care about spending my birthday with, is you. And if I have to celebrate it another day, that’s fine by me. I’m okay, baby. I promise.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, y/n.” He chuckles, “I’m sure.”

“You’re sure you’re sure?”

“Y/n.”

“Okay.” You laugh, “I’ll let you know when I land in Florida. We’re about to take off here soon, so..”

“Safe travels. I’ll talk to you later, okay? I love you.”

“I love you.”

You hang up and look at Tara, “He’s going to be so mad at me for lying to him.” She shakes her head, “I don’t think he’ll be mad. You’re lying for good reason.”

“Yeah.” You nod, “I think you’re right.”

You rest your head back, staring out the window as you see people move down on the ground by the plane. You felt bad, but also, you felt proud.

You managed to get out of work early enough to make it home for Sam’s birthday, but you, Tara, and Colby managed to keep it under lock and key the last few days.

You knew Sam sounded sad, but he was trying to be happy for you.

You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he seen you, specifically on his birthday.

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“So he doesn’t want to do anything?” You look at Colby and scoff, “I know I didn’t.. ruin it.. but I feel like I did.”

Colby shakes his head, “He just misses you. You’ve been gone a week, and it’s not your fault that you had to be away when it was his birthday, he knows that.”

You sigh, “I know, but I just hope that me coming home actually helps.”

“Oh it will.” Colby chuckles, “He spent hours last night rambling on about how he feels bad for being sad, but I told him the same thing as I told you, don’t feel bad. It’s normal.”

You take a deep breath as you see the house come into view and you can’t help but shake a little with excitement, “So where is he?”

“Upstairs. He chose to edit our video. Jake wanted to take him out but he refused.”

“I’ll get him out of the house.” You smirk at Colby, “Don’t worry.”

You get out, stepping back to the back passenger door and Colby walks around, talking quietly, “Go. I’ll bring them in.”

You nod, looking towards house, and you can’t help but smile. You walk to the front door, quietly sneaking inside and looking around.

You hear music playing from upstairs, and you make your way towards the steps. You tiptoe to Sam’s door, peaking around the opening.

His back is facing you, laptop on his lap as he clicks away.

“How are you going to celebrate your birthday if you’re too into that video?”

Sam whips around, laptop falling to the floor as he stands up, “Oh my.. god. How are you-“ he rushes over to you, wrapping you tightly in a hug, “How are you here!?”

Your arms wrap his neck, “I just am.”

“What about work, you won’t get-“

“Sam.” You lay a hand over his mouth, “I took care of everything..” you raise your brows, “okay?”

He nods and tilts his head back to get his mouth uncovered, “Fine, then give me a kiss.”

You smile, leaning in to press your lips to his.

It instantly deepens.

Sam reaches behind you, pushing his door closed as he walks backwards towards the bed. He sits down, your legs on either side of his hips and you grind down.

He lets out a low groan against your lips, “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

You kiss back his jaw, “I’ve missed you, too, birthday boy.” You nip his ear with your teeth, “since that’s what you are, I’ll let you do anything you want to me.”

You feel his body tense at your words, his hands tighten their grip on your hips, “Oh, really?”

You lean back, your hands sliding down his chest to grip the hem of his shirt, “oh really.” You smirk, pushing his shirt up his chest and pulling it over his head, “Anything you want.”

He bites his lip, tilting his head as his eyes trail down your body on his lap, “I can think of one thing.”

You reach down, gripping your shirt to pull it up over your head, “Ooh, do tell.”

His hands slide up and down your sides, “Mm, in a minute.” He pulls you back in, leaning back to lay down as your lips meet his.

His hands slide down to your ass, gripping tightly.

He rolls over, his hand sliding around your hip to slip his fingers into the band of your leggings, “I think..” he bites his lip, eyes meeting yours as he slides his hand in to press his fingers to your clit, “I want to fill that perfect little pussy of yours.”

You let out a quiet moan, “Yes.”

“Yeah?” Sam raises his brows, his fingers adding pressing as they circle, “You alright with that?”

“So alright with that.” You pull him in to close the space, biting down on his lip which earns a gasp from him, “Can I do something first?”

“Of course.” Sam pulls his hand out, moving to sit up, but you stop him with a hand on his chest, “Lay back.”

He smirks, knowing exactly what you’re about to do.

“Just lay back, and enjoy this.” You look up at him, “Birthday boy.”

“I’ll do anything for you.” He smiles and you playfully roll your eyes as you shrug his pants and boxers down his thighs.

You were gone a week, but it felt like years.

Your lip pulls between your teeth as your eyes scan up and down his hard cock that springs free from its hold, “I’ve missed you.” You look up at Sam and he nods, “I can agree to th-“

He gasps as your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, tongue swirling over it, “F-fuck.” His hand moves to lay on your head, “That’s it.”

You take more of him in, tilting your head forward as your tongue flattens around the underside.

Your hands press to his thighs as you work your head in a steady rhythm.

“Oh shit.” He groans, “So good at this, baby. Fuck.”

You hum slightly, sending pleasure to radiate through his lower half. He moans louder, bucking his hips as he holds your head still, “Just like that, sweetheart.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, moaning around him as his fingers tangle your hand around them, pulling hard.

He lifts your head up, pulling you towards him with the grip on your hair. His lips connect to yours as your hands move to push down your pants.

You lean back, kicking them off before straddling his lap. His lip pulls between his teeth as he watches you line yourself up with him, “God you are so beautiful.”

You smirk, jaw falling slack as you sink down onto him slowly. A long moan leaves your lips as your nails dig into his shoulders, “Fuck, Sam. I’ve needed you so bad.”

He nods, “I’ve needed you.”

He reaches up, pulling you down to kiss you once more, “You feel so fucking good.”

You move your hips up and down, rolling them forward and back, moaning with each movement.

Your hand slides up to his hair, tugging to tilt his head back as you kiss down his neck. He groans lowly as you bite and suck a mark into his neck, bucking his hips upward which earns a moan from you.

Your pace quickens, slamming down onto him as your nails drag down his chest.

He groans, gripping your wrists and pinning them behind you to your lower back. He holds you in place as he thrusts upward into you.

Your moans ring through his ears, causing him to moan, “You sound so beautiful.”

“I love making you feel good.”

“I love making you sound like this.”

“Your pussy is going to look so pretty with my cum dripping out of it.”

His words make you gasp, “Fuck, yes Sam. Please.”

He groans into your neck, letting go of your wrists before rolling you over onto your back. His thrusts pick up, hard and fast, “Yes what, baby?”

Your back lifts off the bed, pleasure radiates through your body as you approach your peak, “F-fuck, Sam.” You moan out loudly, “I want you to fill my pussy.”

He groans at your words, “They’re so much hotter when you say it.”

His lips attack yours, quickly moving down to litter your skin with purple marks. Your nails drag up his back, leaving red lines in their path, “Fuck, fuck don’t stop, don’t stop!”

You cry out repeatedly, your legs tightening around his hips as he guides you through your high.

“That’s it, baby.” Sam groans, “You feel so good, look so pretty when you cum.”

You whimper at his words, your body jolting with each thrust of pleasure that enters your body over and over again.

All you can do is moan.

“Right there with you.” Sam moan, “Fuck, fuck.”

He pushes his weight up, holding himself up with his arm by your head. His hand lays on your cheek as his eyes lock onto yours.

His thrusts grow sloppy, slowing down as you feel his cock start to twitch inside of you.

This was something you and Sam were always so careful about not doing, but you had a feeling that this was the first day of something that wasn’t ever going to end - and you didn’t want it to.

You moan at the feeling, biting down onto your lip as his slow thrusts come to a stop.

He sits up, staring down as he slowly pulls out of you.

He smirks, biting down into his lip, “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

You feel your cheeks turn warm and you laugh slightly as he gets up, “Was it everything you’ve ever hoped it would be?”

“Oh baby.” Sam walks back over with a towel, “It was everything and more.” He leans down, pecking your head before he lets you wipe off.

You watch as he looks around for his pants and you tilt your head, “Ready to celebrate your birthday now?”

Sam shrugs, “I mean.. what do you have in mind because it’s probably something a lot different than what’s in mine.”

You smirk, getting up onto your knees, “I mean.. I want to take you out.. but..” you reach out for him, “Another round couldn’t hurt.”

Sam smirks and drops his pants, “Maybe you can read my mind.”

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Thank you so much for being patient. I kind of rushed through this one so my apologies if it seemed that way. I love you so much, thank you for reading my work! I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Everything is Blue

Barty Crouch Jr x FWB!Potter!Reader

AN: Are we really surprised? They are all I think about.

Summary: As things escalate with Barty he draws a line in the sand.

CW: Not proof read wrote this on my lunch break sorry yall :(, oxic!Mean!Barty, Toxic!Mean!Reader, Cussing, sexual themes and behaviors, Hair Pulling, rough handling, angsty, hurt no comfort, everyone's the bad guy, Remus being dragged into it (because I'm predictable), {If I'm missing anything please let me know}

WC: 4.9k

The door to Barty’s dorm scraped open with its usual obnoxious grind, the result of a half-hearted transfiguration after a particularly chaotic night. It was too big for the frame, but no one cared enough to fix it. Least of all Barty.

He tossed his satchel to the floor as he stepped inside, a cigarette already between his fingers. The other boys in the room froze for half a second before scattering like startled mice, clearly unwilling to stick around now that they’d heard your voice trailing in behind him.

“I just wish you wouldn’t talk about Remus like that,” You huffed, brushing past the discarded bag without a second glance. There was a sharpness to your tone, even as you moved to sit on Barty’s unmade bed. Arms crossed, you looked every bit the picture of stubborn indignation. “He’s a sweetheart if you’d give him a chance.”

Barty let out a low chuckle, crouching to strike a match against the ruined floorboards. He lit the cigarette with ease, shaking out the flame before tossing the spent match to the carpet and grinding it under his heel. “Hate to break it to you, treasure, but your dear Lupin’s just as bad as the rest of them. Just like your jock of a brother.”

You scoffed, a bitter sound that came with a roll of your eyes. “Jock? Oh, please. And you’re not? Beater.”

He barked out a laugh, straightening as he took a drag. “Touché,” He chuckled, exhaling smoke through the corner of his mouth. “But no need to get your claws out, pretty thing.”

“Don’t call me that,” You snapped, though there was no real heat behind it. You shifted, ready to get up, but Barty stepped closer, his grin growing sharper. Before you could fully stand, his hand pressed firmly against your shoulder, easing you back down.

“Not so fast.” He murmured, cigarette dangling between his teeth. His free hand brushed through your hair, a casual, practiced move that sent a shiver down your spine despite yourself. “All I’m saying, doll, is your precious Remus isn’t as innocent as you think.”

Your jaw clenched, and you glared up at him, determined not to let him see how easily he got under your skin. But it was impossible to ignore the way his touch lingered, the quiet dominance in the way he stood over you.

It was a cliche if anything; James Potter’s prim, polished sister sneaking off with the resident Ravenclaw bad boy. But whatever this was, it wasn’t romance. Not even close. It was something raw and messy, simmering with tension, much less control. And no matter how hard you tried to tell yourself otherwise, you didn’t hate it.

Suddenly, his grip on your hair tightened at the roots, the sharp tug forcing your head back and drawing a startled gasp from your lips. “Oh, but he does love putting on a show for you, doesn’t he?” Barty’s voice was low, taunting, his words dripping with mockery as he loomed over you.

The sting at your scalp sent a flush of heat coursing through you; equal parts anger and something more complicated. His gaze flicked to your neck, lingering on the faint marks still visible beneath the clumsy glamour spell you’d used to cover his handiwork. His lips curved into a smirk, satisfaction radiating from him as if he’d already won some unspoken battle.

“You’re so predictable,” He cooed, tilting his head as if examining a puzzle only he could solve. His grip loosened slightly, just enough to let his fingers glide through your hair, but the dominance in his posture didn’t waver. “Tell me, doll face, how long are you going to keep pretending this doesn’t amuse you?”

You swallowed hard, your pride demanding that you glare back at him with every ounce of defiance you could muster. But beneath the tension, you both knew the truth- you were caught in his game, no matter how much you hated the rules.

Barty’s grip slackened, his fingers moving from your hair to cradle the curve of your jaw, but the smug glint in his eyes remained. His cigarette hung precariously from his lips, the smoke curling between you in a way that made the air feel heavier. He tipped your face up, tilting his head as he studied you, his smirk growing sharper when you refused to look away.

“Still playing the good girl, huh?” He chuckled, voice low and mocking as his thumb traced the edge of your cheekbone. “It’s cute, really. But I've seen too much of you to fall for it. You want this.”

“Shut up, Barty.” You snapped, the defiance in your tone wavering just enough to make him laugh- a deep, infuriating sound that made your stomach churn. He took the cigarette from his lips, flicking the ash carelessly onto the floor before tossing it into a forgotten corner of the room.

“Make me.” He challenged.

Before you could overthink it, your hands shot up, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down to crash his lips against yours. The kiss was rough, almost frantic, and any pretense of control he had disappeared the moment your nails dragged down his chest. His hands gripped your waist, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise as he pulled you closer, his teeth grazing your bottom lip in a way that made your breath hitch.

The kiss grew heated, messy, both of you lost in the intensity that always seemed to ignite when you were near each other. Barty's hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer as though he couldn’t get enough. For a moment, you forgot where you were, forgot the smugness that usually dripped from his every word. It was all consuming, fire and chaos in equal measure.

But then his lips trailed to the corner of your mouth, brushing there as he murmured against your skin. “Tell me, doll face, does Lupin get you like this? Or are you saving all the fun just for me?”

The words were like a slap. You shoved at his chest, hard enough to break the kiss, your eyes blazing with anger. “Are you serious right now? Merlin, Barty, you’re insufferable!”

He stumbled back a step, laughing as he ran a hand through his hair, clearly unbothered by your sudden shift. “What? Too close to home?” He taunted, his smirk sharp and infuriating. “Or are you upset because you know I’m right?”

You glared at him, your chest heaving as you tried to rein in your temper. “Right about what? You don’t know a damn thing about me, or about Remus!”

“Oh, I know plenty,” He shot back, his voice dropping to something dark, something mocking. He stepped closer again, his presence overwhelming. “I know you like the bad boys more than you’d ever admit. Your precious Lupin? He’s got that little edge you love, doesn’t he? But me-” He grinned, shameless and cocky, as his hand reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m the one who gives you this rush, doll. I see it every time you look at me.”

“Shut up,” You snapped, your voice trembling with anger. “You’re so full of yourself, Barty.”

“Am I?” He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he studied you. “Then why are you still here, hmm? Why not run back to your safe little Gryffindor bubble if I’m so insufferable?”

You opened your mouth to fire back, but nothing came. He was right- damn him, he was right and he knew it. The realization made your skin burn, and the frustration bubbled over.

“Because I hate you,” You spat, though the words sounded hollow, even to your own ears.

Barty’s grin widened, and his hand trailed down your arm, his touch infuriatingly light. “Oh, doll, we both know that’s not true,” He murmured. “You might hate that you want me, but you don’t hate me.”

You clenched your jaw, every muscle in your body screaming at you to storm out of the room. But his hand slid to your hip, grounding you, pulling you back into his orbit. You hated the way his presence made you feel- like you were caught in a web you couldn’t escape.

“Why are you like this?” You hissed, your voice cracking slightly as you met his gaze.

His expression softened for just a moment, the teasing edge fading as he studied you. “Because it’s you,” He said simply, his voice quiet but no less intense. “And because I know you can take it.”

That quiet admission threw you off, and for a second, you faltered. He took the opportunity to lean in again, his lips brushing against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Go on, doll face,” He murmured. “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t. And before you could stop yourself, you were pulling him back to you, your anger bleeding into something just as fiery but far more dangerous.

Barty’s laugh rumbled against your lips, low and triumphant, his hands roamed your back, his touch both grounding and maddening. The kiss deepened again, the tension between you still sharp but now laced with something rawer.

But the moment was far from stable. Barty was never one to let things settle; it wasn’t in his nature. Even now, as his lips pressed against yours with an intensity that should have silenced his need for words, he pulled back just enough to murmur, “You’re addictive, you know that? Bet it drives Lupin mad.”

The mention of Remus again broke whatever fragile truce the kiss had created. Your fingers, which had been gripping the fabric of his shirt, pushed him back with force, your glare sharp enough to cut. “You can’t just keep bringing him up like that, Barty!”

“What, does it hit a nerve?” He shot back, his smirk creeping back into place as he took a step closer. He was relentless, infuriating, the kind of person who thrived on lighting matches just to watch the fire burn. “Or maybe it’s because you don’t want to admit I’m in your head more than he ever will be.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” You snapped, your voice trembling with anger. “You’re nothing but a distraction, a-”

“Go on.” He interrupted, his voice low, his eyes gleaming with something almost dangerous. “Say it. A mistake? A regret? Is that why you keep coming back, doll? To fix it, or just to lose yourself in it?”

His words hit too close, cutting through your defenses in a way that made your chest tighten. You hated how easily he could read you, how effortlessly he picked apart the walls you tried so hard to keep in place. But you refused to let him win, refused to let him see how much his words affected you. You hated him.

“Maybe I’m here because I pity you.” You hissed coldly, lifting your chin in defiance. “Isn’t that why everyone keeps you around, Barty? Out of pity?”

For a moment, his smirk faltered, the sharpness in his eyes flickering into something unreadable. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by that infuriating grin as he stepped even closer, his hands gripping your hips with a possessive force. “Careful, doll.” He mumbled, his voice soft but laced with warning. “You might just hurt my feelings.”

You rolled your eyes, but your breath hitched as his fingers slid up your sides, his touch tight with nerve. “You don’t have feelings, remember?” You shot back, but the bite in your words was weakened by the way your body reacted to his closeness.

“Maybe not,” He admitted with a low chuckle, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “But you seem to like me anyway. Guess we both have our vices.”

Before you could respond, his lips found yours again, silencing whatever retort you had ready. The kiss was more intense this time, fueled by the anger and frustration that always seemed to simmer between you. His hands tangled in your hair, his body pressing against yours in a way that made it impossible to think clearly.

It was a cycle, a maddening, relentless cycle. Fight, kiss, argue, repeat. You knew it was toxic, knew it couldn’t lead anywhere good. But in that moment, with Barty’s lips on yours and his hands holding you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

As the kiss deepened, the anger began to ebb away, replaced by a heat that you both refused to name. Barty’s hands tightened in your hair, his lips moving with an almost desperate energy that mirrored your own. But beneath the passion, there was something lingering, something raw that you couldn’t quite place.

And then he did it again.

“Bet he wished he could touch you like this,” Barty murmured against your lips, his voice low and taunting. His words sent a shiver through you- not from the tease, but from the edge in his tone. “Your precious Remus. Always so bloody polite, isn’t he?”

You froze, your hands stilling against his chest as the realization began to settle like a weight in your stomach. His words weren’t just meant to provoke you; there was something behind them, something that bordered on venom.

Pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, you searched his face for a hint of the usual smugness that accompanied his taunts. But instead, you found something different; something sharp and defensive, hidden beneath the surface. “Why do you keep bringing him up?” You asked quietly, your voice steadier than you expected.

Barty’s smirk faltered, just for a fraction of a second, before he masked it with a scoff. “What, can’t handle the truth?” He shot back, his tone casual, but his grip on your hips betrayed him. It was firmer now, certainly possessive.

You narrowed your eyes, the pieces clicking into place. “This isn’t about Remus, is it?” You whispered, your voice softening slightly. “This is about you.”

Barty’s expression hardened, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Don’t flatter yourself,” the edge in his tone wavered. “I just think it’s funny. You play the good girl for him, but you come running to me when you want to feel something real.”

“That’s not it, and you know it.” You hissed, your words cutting through his defenses. “You’re jealous.”

The word hung in the air between you, heavy and undeniable. Barty’s jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with something that looked a lot like anger- but you could see through it now. It wasn’t anger. It was insecurity.

“You think I care about what some bleeding-heart Gryffindor thinks?” He sneered, but his voice cracked slightly, giving him away.

“I think you do,” You said, your voice steady now. “You hate that he’s not like you. That he doesn’t play games, that he’s kind. He's real. And you hate that I see that in him.”

Barty’s grip on you tightened, surely bruising, his breath hitching as you spoke. “Don’t.” He warned, but it was too late. You’d already struck a nerve.

“You’re scared.” You continued, your gaze locked with his. “Scared that he’s better than you. That maybe- he’s what I deserve.”

For a moment, you thought he might push you away, his usual bravado crumbling under the weight of your words. But instead, he surged forward, his lips crashing against yours with a ferocity that stole your breath. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a fight, a desperate attempt to reclaim control, to prove something to both of you.

When Barty finally pulled back, his breathing was heavy, his forehead resting against yours. But the vulnerability that had flickered in his expression for a split second was gone, replaced with sharp, cutting arrogance. His grip on your waist was still firm, bordering on bruising, as if he were daring you to push him away again.

“You think he’s better than me, don’t you?” Barty murmured, his voice low but laced with venom. “Remus bloody Lupin- he’s exactly the kind of boy your perfect family wants for you, isn’t he? Polite, patient, so painfully good.” His lips curled into a sneer, the mockery in his tone unmistakable. “Bet he’d even ask for daddy’s permission to kiss you.”

You flinched, your jaw tightening as the words hit their mark. “Don’t bring my family into this,” You hissed, your hands pushing against his chest, but he didn’t budge.

“Why not?” Barty pressed, his eyes gleaming with something almost wild. “This is what it’s all about, isn’t it? You sneaking around with me because I’m the opposite of what they want. Because I’m the dirty little secret you can’t bring home.”

“That’s not true.” You snapped, though your voice lacked conviction. Deep down, you hated that he wasn’t entirely wrong.

“No?” Barty’s smirk widened, his hands sliding up your sides with infuriating ease. “Face it, doll, Lupin’s everything they’ve trained you to want. He’s safe. Predictable. Boring.” He leaned closer, if he only knew- his lips brushing against your ear as his voice dropped to a whisper. “But that’s not what you want, is it?”

You turned your head sharply, forcing him to meet your glare. “You don’t know what I want.”

“Oh, I do,” He murmured, his thumb brushing against your jaw in a way that made your stomach churn. “You want the thrill. The danger. Someone who doesn’t care what James Potter or the rest of your Gryffindor crew thinks.”

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore how his words stung. “You think this is about rebellion?” Uou shot back, your voice trembling with both anger and frustration. “That I’m with you because I want to piss off my family?”

Barty tilted his head, his grin lazy and infuriating. “If the shoe fits.”

“Maybe I’m here because I see something in you no one else does.” You bit out, your voice sharper now. “But you’re too busy tearing yourself down to notice.”

For a moment, Barty faltered. His smirk wavered, and the confidence in his posture cracked just enough for you to see the insecurity underneath. But he recovered quickly, his walls slamming back into place as he gave a low, bitter laugh.

“Don’t waste your sympathy on me, princess,” He cooed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “I don’t need it. And I definitely don’t need saving.”

“I’m not trying to save you,” You sighed, your voice soft but firm. “But you keep pushing everyone away, and one day, you’ll push too hard.”

Barty’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening as he leaned in again. “And yet, here you are,” He murmured, his lips ghosting over yours. “Still coming back for more.”

Your throat tightened, the anger in your chest swirling with something far more dangerous. His words cut, his arrogance infuriated you- but you couldn’t deny the pull between you. And Barty knew it.

“Admit it,” He said, his voice soft but unrelenting. “I’m the one who gets under your skin. Not Lupin. Not anyone else. Me.”

You stared at him for a moment, and you saw it. The slight gloss to his eyes- he was pushing himself. Past what you've ever thought you'd see from him. You closed your eyes and took a small steadying breath. “Yes, you idiot.” You spat. “It's you.”

Barty froze. The smirk he wore like a second skin faltered, his sharp retort catching somewhere in his throat. For a moment, he just stared at you, as if he hadn’t expected you to admit it- hadn’t expected you to say anything at all.

And neither had you.

The words hung between you, heavy and undeniable. You could feel the weight of them pressing down on your chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Barty didn’t have a comeback ready. His grip on your hips slackened, and his expression shifted, the arrogance slipping to reveal something far more raw.

“Say that again,” He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a challenge there, but beneath it, you heard the hesitation- the flicker of uncertainty he was trying so hard to hide.

You swallowed hard, your breath still unsteady as you met his gaze. “It’s you,” You repeated, quieter this time but no less firm. “You’re the one who gets under my skin. And I hate it.”

Something in his eyes darkened, a mix of triumph and something he didn’t quite know how to handle. His lips quirked up into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You really know how to flatter a bloke, don’t you?” He drawled, though his voice was softer now, lacking its usual bite.

“Don’t,” You snapped, your frustration bubbling to the surface again. “Don’t twist this into some stupid game, Barty.”

“Isn’t it always a game?” He shot back, his smirk widening, though there was an edge to it now- one that betrayed just how deeply your words had cut. “You and me, sneaking around, pretending like it doesn’t mean anything. That’s the whole point, isn’t it?”

“No,” You said firmly, your hands gripping the front of his shirt to steady yourself- or maybe to keep him from pulling away. “That’s your point. It’s never been mine.”

He stared at you, his jaw tight, his breathing still heavy. For once, he seemed at a loss, his usual cocky bravado slipping as he tried to process what you’d just said. And for a moment, you thought he might pull away, retreat into the safety of his defenses. But instead, he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours.

“You drive me mad, you know that?” He muttered, his voice low and raw, lacking its usual teasing lilt.

“Good,” You huffed, your voice equally soft but no less sharp. “It’s mutual.”

A quiet laugh escaped him, almost disbelieving, and he shook his head slightly. “Why do you keep coming back, then?” He asked, his tone laced with something that sounded almost like desperation. “If you hate me so much?”

“Maybe because I hate that I don’t hate you,” You admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “Maybe because you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile.”

For a moment, the weight of your words hung heavy in the air. Barty’s expression wavered, and you thought- just for a second- that he might let the truth settle between you. That he might lean into it, lean into you, and let himself admit that he felt the same pull you did.

Barty stood completely still, his eyes searching yours, his defenses cracking just enough for something real to shine through. Then, just as quickly as it had come, the vulnerability vanished, his smirk snapping back into place like a mask he wore far too well.

“Don't-”

“Merlin.” He muttered, stepping back, running a hand through his hair in an exaggerated motion of mock exasperation. “You’re really determined to make this into some grand love story, aren’t you?”

“Barty,” You started, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice, but he was already shaking his head, the teasing glint in his eyes turning sharper, crueler. He sat up off of you, pulling out a cigarette, you followed him up.

“No, seriously,” He interrupted, his tone light and biting, the edge of mockery unmistakable. “What is it you want, huh? A confession? A bloody sonnet? Should I get down on one knee while I’m at it?”

“Stop it,” You said sharply, stepping forward, but he just leaned casually against the wall, his cigarette dangling from his lips as though nothing you said could touch him.

“Why? Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked, spreading his arms wide with a grin that was far too sharp to be genuine. “I mean, you’ve got me cornered, haven’t you? Time for me to spill my tragic backstory and tell you how you’ve ‘changed’ me. Is that it? Does that get you off, doll?”

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms as you tried to keep your composure. “Why are you doing this?” You demanded, your voice trembling with frustration. “Why can’t you just be serious for once?”

“Oh, I am serious,” Barty said, his grin fading into something colder, more calculated. He straightened up, his posture lazy but his eyes sharp as they locked on yours. “I’m seriously wondering why you’re still here.”

The words hit you, a blow to the chest, but you refused to flinch. “You’re pushing me away,” you said, your voice quieter now, but no less steady. “That’s what this is. You’re scared, so you’re trying to scare me off first.”

“Scared?” Barty repeated, letting out a short, bitter laugh. “Of what? You? Don’t flatter yourself, doll.”

“Then what is this?” You demanded, your frustration boiling over. “Why can’t you just admit that this- us- means something to you?”

“Because it doesn’t,” He snapped, his tone ice-cold. He stepped closer, his smirk twisting into something cruel as he looked down at you. “You’re just a game, sweetheart. A fun little distraction. And now that the fun’s over…” He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over you with a deliberate slowness that made your stomach churn. “Unless, of course, you’ve got something else in mind.”

Your breath hitched, and your chest tightened. “You’re disgusting,” you said, your voice low but trembling with anger. “You really think I’d just-”

“What? Sleep with me?” Barty interrupted, his smirk widening as he leaned in closer. “Why not? That’s what this has always been about, hasn’t it? A bit of fun. A bit of danger. But if that’s not on the table…” He shrugged, stepping back and taking another drag from his cigarette. “Well, what’s the point?”

You stared at him, your chest heaving as you struggled to process the sheer cruelty of his words. “You don’t mean that,” You said quietly, but even as the words left your mouth, you could see the glint of triumph in his eyes.

“Don’t I?” He chuckled, exhaling a stream of smoke as he watched you with a detached amusement that made your stomach twist. “Face it, doll. This was never about anything real. You’re just upset because I beat you to the punch.”

“The punch?” You echoed, your voice shaking with disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You were always going to leave,” He said simply, his tone casual, almost bored. “Run back to your safe little Gryffindor bubble the second this got too messy. I’m just saving us both the trouble.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words caught in your throat. You hated how easily and effortlessly he could tear you down with just a few carefully chosen words. And worst of all, you hated how much you still cared, even now.

“You’re a coward,” You said finally, your voice low and steady despite the tears threatening to spill. “You hide behind this- this persona because you’re too scared to let anyone see the real you. But guess what, Barty? That’s not my problem anymore.”

You turned on your heel, heading for the door, but his voice stopped you just as your hand touched the handle.

“Go on, then,” He called, his tone light and mocking. “Run back to Lupin. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to play the hero.”

You didn’t look back. You couldn’t. The tears spilled over as you yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind you, the sound echoing through the corridor as you stormed away.

Inside the room, Barty stood frozen, his smirk finally slipping away as the silence pressed in around him. He clenched his jaw, his hands trembling as he brought the cigarette back to his lips, inhaling deeply like it might dull the ache in his chest.

It didn’t. It never did.

[junedenim]

to say good night

sleep can happen anywhere

warnings: fluff, smut, blowie, piv, and raspberries

word count: 3.6k

You watched him make the bed. He was always slow and careful with this kind of thing. It was rhythmic, second nature to tuck the duvet under the mattress and fluff the pillows just right. It was weird for a man to be so careful after sex. The sheets had been a mess covered in each of you. He still spills out of you now, trapped by your underwear. You went to the bathroom to clean yourself but got trapped in the doorway watching this meticulous routine as he changed the navy blue sheets to baby blue ones. You wonder if he has any different coloured sheets or if they are all blue.

He's fixing the nightstand now. His alarm clock that your hand pushed off when he was going down on you. His spine curves, little rivets showing through the skin of his bare back. You get to drag your hand down it tonight when you lie side by side and go to bed with one another. Not just fucking bed but sleeping bed.

And he's so lovely. You're not sure you've ever seen something, especially a man so lovely as he sits down on the bed to fix the time on the clock. His eyes shine back at the glaring red digits. Your hand curls around the doorframe, trying not to give yourself away to him. He's so cautious when he knows he's being watched, but here, he's loose, uncaring, and serene, so serene.

His hair is a fluff mess. One that swirls and makes cascading waterfalls as it tries to fall forward on his face. He slightly jumps at the beeping noise the clock makes and a giggle escapes you, impossible to hold back at his cute, jolting, meticulous, lovely, serene self. No hand covering your mouth hides the giggle. His eyes snap up with the fear he's been caught out like you've accidentally caught him masturbating in his childhood bedroom, not fully grown fixing his alarm clock.

But then he releases, not everything, but just enough to lightly chuckle. "You snooping on me?"

Part of you wants to shrink behind the bathroom door and hide but his laughter is solaceful. "I'm just going to the bathroom," you say as you slowly shut the door.

He laughs, this time more boisterous. It's easy for him to let go when he's making fun of you. "Uh-huh, yeah, right."

"I swear!" You yell back through the closed door as you drop your panties and wipe him out of you (disgusting but not and that almost disgusts you more about how you can be so affected by a person that you start to cherish their semen) and dispose of it. Your cheeks are flushed red in the mirror and you splash water to temper the fire burning its way out.

Exiting the bathroom, he stands by the dresser having covered that gracious bare back with a T-shirt. It makes you want to yell at him for the crime he's committed. It was horrible that he covered his butt with his boxers but this. "Why'd you put a shirt on?"

Alex once again jumps at a surprising sound. He turns around and smirks. "Why'd you put a shirt on?" He counters.

Fair. But it's his shirt and your underwear, isn't that what most guys find sexy? He's in his pajamas, very cutely, but five minutes ago he was coming inside you so a tad more explicit behaviour tonight shouldn't be out of the question. So, if he needs something from you then you'll trail your hands down the shirt, fiddle with the bottom—teasing, of course—and take the garment off, dropping it at his feet as an offering.

His lust-filled eyes work as encouragement, straying you from an insecurity. His hands move from his side and meet the bottom of his shirt. He's slow, much more than you were. You ripped the Band-Aid off, and he's easing it slowly away from the skin. He nearly gets trapped in its collar and has to twist his head back and forth to withdraw from it. Then, he tosses it at your feet, a slight chuckle of embarrassment rippling through him. "Now get in bed," he tells you.

You look toward the pristine sight, something off of HGTV or an Ikea catalogue. "But I don't want to ruin it," you candidly reply. It even has one of those small useless pillows sitting there for merely display purposes.

He walks toward you. "Get in bed," he says with a smirk. He pats your ass giving a light squeeze to your right ass cheek before heading into the bathroom. You look behind you at the closed bathroom door and inch your way to the bed, carefully taking off the small useless pillow. You pull back the duvet and slide into the sea of blue and then you wait.

You see the light spilling out from the bottom crack of the bathroom door. You hear him turn on the sink, the sound of him brushing his teeth. The water shuts off but he doesn't come out immediately. He takes his time and you wish you could peek in on whatever he's doing. Washing his hands, styling his hair, psyching himself up in the mirror, whatever it may be you want to be witness to it.

The door clicks open and he walks out, making his way to the bed and under the covers. He pulls the blankets over both of you and moves close by means of huddling for warmth. Your nipples rub against the blanket, shielding them from his view, but not his imagination. "Are you cold?" He asks.

You shake your head but tighten your hold on the blanket. You are a little cold but mostly nervous, just a tad. He nods and you can see the hesitance spilling from him. There's something intimate about sex but in comparison to this, it's nothing. The personal laying of your figures side-by-side. Your boobs are exposed and his chest is so close your palm can almost touch it. Instead, you two sit in silence, scared to be the first to speak because it's the first time you've done this with each other. 

Because it's not just spending the night or a hook-up, it's something far greater that you can't name. Something you want to work so badly it could kill you. Because he's looking at you like that: eyes warm and shiny, perfect for falling into. Him. Him. Because he's right up against you without touching you and now you have to relinquish yourself to him in a far more vulnerable way than sex. But the idea of falling asleep in his arms seems so nice that you can't bear any distance, even if it is small. 

"Do you always make the bed like that?" You ask him. You relax down into the pillow, turning onto your side to face him more clearly.

His smile grows warmer and it makes your insides feel less cold. "No. I'm neat but I'm not that neat."

"Why'd you do it that way then? Special occasion?" You smile back knowingly. He's always been one for silent gestures. Only the little things you notice way down the line. The little things you know now and the ones you have yet to discover.

He blushes, turning bashfully away from you. "Maybe. Yeah. Thought I'd make it look more homely."

You giggle, not because it's very funny, but because he's very charming. Enough to make any girl giddy. "It looked more like a display room to me but it was very pretty to watch."

Alex turns onto his side now, smirking in such a delight that it pierces through you. "Yeah. And you like to do that stalking thing?"

You bite your lip from mild embarrassment and in an attempt to hide to smile he's forcing increasingly on your face. "You're very cute to watch. I'm sure you know that."

"Well..." He trails off but his hand moves under the covers, landing on the curve of your side, just under your ribs. He's delicate, not trying to make a big deal out of it, the same with everything he does. But you notice. It's hard not to notice that warm touch.

"I don't even think I made my bed this morning," you tell him. Not that it matters much when you're lying in his.

He chuckles and gradually leans closer and closer. "I like to be organized." That's plenty nice under these nice sheets but his lips are far greater as he comes toward yours. He hovers before latching on. It's a smooth grip, nothing harsh as you lock lips. Everything about it flows.

His hand moves up your figure, his thumb lightly caressing the bottom of your boob. Your hand steadies on his shoulder. He feels firm as your hand grazes down his arm before shifting over to his chest, feeling him beneath your hand.

The kissing becomes harsher, not aggressive, but determined passion from both sides. You were drawn together and it felt impossible to ignore, even as things became more rushed. You rolled over and he followed with his body on top. His hand massaged your side and your bodies smushed together, your boobs stuck in between each other in that small space.

"You just changed the sheets," you mumble in the chaos of attached lips.

His lips strayed, moving down from your lips, kissing your chin, and down the column of your neck on that tender part of your throat. "Fuck that. I don't care," Alex kissed into your skin. He paid tribute to your right collarbone, briefly sticking out his tongue and running a line across it. He kissed your shoulder and moved down further to your breasts. 

He licks his way to the nipple, already sensitive from the cold and rubbing up against him. Suddenly, he makes a loud smooching noise and blows a raspberry on it. It's ticklish, erupting impossible to avoid laughter as you push his head away from the affected spot.

"Stop it," you manage to get out. "So much for being sensual."

Alex kisses one of your ribs like it's him and it may be what created you. "I never promised sensuality."

"I thought you making out with my breasts implied that." He laughs and kisses the untouched boob. His lips hover like he's threatening to do it to the other one. "I'll leave if you do it again. What if someone did that to your dick?"

He thinks about it, tossing his head back and forth. "It'd probably feel good." His eyes look away like he’s imagining the pleasure.

Your hands reached down, snaking in between your two bodies. You grab a hold of the waistband of his boxers, snapping it against his skin. "You want to bet?" You push him onto his back, gazing down at him.

"You don't know men very well if you think the threat of a blowjob is gonna scare them off."

Still, you descend him. Your fingers dance on his hip bone. He delightfully protrudes onto you. He conflicts with himself whether to revel in the feeling with his head on the pillow or watch you as you tease him. His eyes remain on you as your pointer finger grasps onto the elastic of his boxers. Edging him in anticipation. A dance between the dainty and the robust. 

You send him a mocking grin, displaying your teeth, latching onto that waistband, dragging it slowly, revealing the bottom portion of his stomach before stopping. You kissed the newly exposed skin as he sucks in a breath like he hasn't taken one in minutes. You press your face into him. Your nose inhaling him into you, the smell of him plain, only a simple bar of soap has passed this area. Yet, however plain, it calms you. You wish to rest your head here for a little while, maybe fall asleep here because he isn't restless here. This is where things calm.

You resume. Your hands drift further down, dipping into his boxers, giving a slight touch to him. Your hands are cold against the warm skin. It might turn him on even more. Finally, you pull his boxers down fully, letting his erection pop out on display. Your hand grabs a hold of it. He shivers from the cold, anticipation, and the soon-to-be relief.

You hold him carefully in your hand like you're observing him scientifically. You need to cover every surface with your eyes, every vein needs to be noted, and the way he twitches should be put in the records. "Come on," he just barely mutters.

It's the complete opposite from earlier when he was quick with you. When you were messy with each other. When alarm clocks were pushed on the floor and sheets were left with no choice but to wash. You're careful now, if not, torturous. Alas, you lick up the side of him to the tip. Your tongue grazes over the slit, enjoying the way it makes him stiff. 

You seal a kiss on it before your mouth covers the top of him. You suck on him, pleasurable for both him and you. Then, you blow a raspberry on him. You wish to capture the way he wiggles around and groans but you're too busy laughing at him. "How was that?"

Alex brings a hand to his head. He rubs his fingers between his eyebrows to calm that distress in him. "Not very sensual." You share a laugh before taking him off guard with how quickly you return to the task at (or in your) hand. 

You stroke him, moving the salvia from the top down to lubricate the bottom. Your mouth covers him again, but this time takes him fully in a slow controlled manner. The pressure pushes against your throat as your nose rubs that spot on his stomach again. You pull yourself off, wiping the string of spit that connects you. Your hand continues its work as you kiss his hip, then the top of his thigh, then his pelvis, then his penis.

His hand stops you from taking him completely in your mouth again. "Get on me."

"What?" You question.

"Let me fuck you again." He's almost begging, his eyes fluttering shut and his grasp on your upper arm strengthening. "Please."

"What about the bed?" It was so nice moments ago but the blankets have been thrown and the sheets exposed, a trace of your spit already covering them.

He shakes his head on the pillow, trying not to lose the moment. He pinches that glabella. "Let's just fuck on the fucking floor."

You hesitate on the bed but he's quick, already has his knees pressed on the cold wood floors. He reaches a hand up to you, which you take, kicking your feet out and meeting him on the floor. "I'm gonna get a splinter from this."

He laughs, placing his hands on your waist, his thumb stroking up and down. "How do you want to do this?" He doesn't hesitate, dragging your panties off as soon as he can.

"I don't know. It was your idea. Just fuck me, I guess."

"Okay," he mutters like he's still trying to figure it out himself. He looks around, trying to place the space on the floor, and then kisses you, overpowering you. You're on your back, your shoulders grazing the floor's rug. You could start a fire with the way your skin brushes against it. You clutch his neck to grasp on something desperately as he moves himself through your folds, soaked up in you.

Now, it's sensual as he eases slowly into you. It's barely anything but then it's barely nothing. Everything is touched and you were just like this less than an hour ago but it already feels different. The way his eyes land on you is much softer and his touch is caring. There's no rushing, roughness, or scratching. It's tender, graceful, and clutching. He's powering but not overtly. His hips snap but not aggressively.

It's fulfilling. He kisses every nerve ending in you. It's making love in all those stupid, cheesy, romance movie kind of ways but it's him and it's you, something yet to fully be explored and you get to be a first-hand witness to every touch he lands on you. His thumb strokes you so carefully but it lights you up completely. 

You arch up into him and you know he's much closer than you are, so, you reach up and smooth your hand over his cheek before wrapping your arm around his neck. You whisper into his ear for him to let go and give himself over to you. It's late and tiring, it's like falling asleep in each other's arms as he lets go into you.

Everything in him is sensitive. He shudders as everything comes over him. He buries his head into your neck, rubbing his nose against your jugular. Your hand runs through his hair as he groans the last bits of relief into your skin. It's content. Your heart rates settle against one another as if you're beating in time with one another. 

Alex starts to move again, even slower than before, but he's not willing to let this go. He doesn't like it just being about him. He doesn't like all that attention. So, he gives it, gives it all over, fucking you with the remnants of him still inside you. 

His overstimulation settles as he begins to rush forward. The thumb stroking picks up right over your clit and it's cold hands on warm flesh. It's so divine, an enhancement. It's not just a regular touch, it's an imprint as the cold seeps into you and he drives himself into you. He groans and you moan but it's all whispers for just one another. No soul will ever hear each other this way because it's never been like this before and you're not sure it will ever be like this again, even with him. It's a sliver of time for just the two of you.

Each of your breathing grows heavy and your hips lift. It all moves quicker and you can feel the rug burn forming on your skin as you come. It overrides anything. You clutch onto him in any way possible. Your hands in his hair, your legs around his waist, him still sitting inside you. It's a release. Completely. 

When everything relaxes just enough, your grasp loosens and he rolls beside you onto his back. You tilt your head slightly up to look at his profile, even with barely any light in the room it's scenic. It's like looking out at the ocean from the cliff. 

He has steadied himself when he turns his head over to meet your eyes. "Good?" It could mean a number of things. If you're okay, if the sex was okay, if you're alright staying here on the floor forever.

Either way, you are. "Good," you answer in the affirmative. You reach out to him, pushing his hair back so you can get the best view of his eyes. "You?"

Alex nods. His eyes are obviously tired, fluttering with the wind. "We should get back in bed."

"Or stay here for a minute more," you suggest because the moment will be gone, ending forever, the second you stand up from this small cocoon of space.

He doesn't reject the idea. His body is so relaxed against the wood. "When I was younger," he tells you, "I used to sleep on the floor because I was scared of my bed."

It's a privilege to know these small stories about him. To run your fingers through his hair as he tells you a childhood story that has him smiling. "Why?" You ask.

Alex shifts closer, his arm landing over your waist. He tugs you closer to him as if he wants to absorb you, live in one body with you. It almost feels like that in this small space where your breaths duel one another. "I don't know. It was my first big kid bed. I think I thought monsters lived in there."

You squint. "So you slept closer to where they lived under your bed?"

He chuckles and gives a light squeeze to your side. "I was four, I had no logic."

You recall, "I used to just sleep in my parents' room. Might've caused their divorce." Your hand drifts away from his hair and down to his back, at long last rubbing down his spine, feeling those notches in him. If he sleeps on his stomach, you might wake him up tomorrow by kissing your way down those vertebrae.

"Why?" He questions just like you.

"They could never have sex 'cause I was in there all the time." There's laughter shared, an increased amount, maybe because you just had sex and you'll have plenty more sex but for now you'll lie here. You want to squeeze him in between your fingers, pinch a piece off of him, and carry it around with you in your bag, in your pocket, in your skin.

His hand moves to your back, moving along your spine, massaging the muscles around it. "I walked in on them once. I think I'll take your side of things," he said. He pulled a disgusted face before dusting a smile. "I thought they were wrestling."

Your laughter is loud, infectious and it makes him laugh too and you'll get up off the floor at some point but for now, you'd like to stay here in a world with just the two of you.

*

a/n: i like this one. maybe because i was more relaxed when i wrote it. excuse yet another 'perfect sense' title, it just fits so well. thanks, bye.

[angelbaby-fics]

Thanksgiving (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Stucky X Reader (mostly Steve in this part!)

Word Count: 500

A/N: Surprise! I am so so thankful for all of you guys for sticking around the past nearly 3 years! And if you're new around here, I'm thankful for you too!! So I just wanted to show my thanks with a little 2 parter, and also maybe if you had a rough day this could provide some comfort as well 💕

“No no NO! Not goin’!” You cried, running to your room and slamming the door behind you. The sleeves of your festive sweater were damp with tears as you threw yourself to the floor, burying your face in your arms. You don’t know how long you stayed there, or how long you were crying; all you knew was that you weren’t going to get up, no matter how much your daddies bribed you. There was nothing on this earth that could convince you to go to the Thanksgiving party. 

When a soft knock came upon your bedroom door, you ignored it. Maybe they’d forget you were there and go to the party without you, getting you off the hook for the evening. Fat chance, you were the apple of both your daddies’ eyes and at the front of their minds every minute of the day. 

“I’m gonna come in, okay?” You heard Steve say, but you still didn’t answer. “Baby? I wanna hear you say okay.” 

As much as you wanted to stay stubborn, you appreciated the way your caregivers respected your boundaries, not wanting to enter your space without your consent. You gave a weak moan in response, and Steve opened the door just enough to shimmy inside before closing it behind him. You thought you’d lost the fight, any second now you’d feel his arms around your middle, lifting you into his inescapable grasp, but instead as you listened for his footsteps approaching you, you heard them stop by your side. Suddenly, Steve was on the ground with you, stomach to the floor, head cradled in his arms, facing you with a commiserating smile. 

“Can I tell you a secret angel?” He asked when he noticed you looking at him. “I don’t wanna go either.”

“You don’t?” You asked. “Nope!” “But you love Uncle Tony’s parties!” Usually Bucky was the one in your corner when you wanted out of a social occasion, while Steve was more the type to show up early to help set up. “I do. But you know what I love more? You and Bucky. I wish we could just have Thanksgiving dinner at home, just us family.” “Me too.”

“But I promised Tony we’d come say hi. You remember how much it hurts your feelings when someone breaks a promise, right?”

You thought to yourself, about times when Peter swore you’d get the next turn on the swings or when Loki promised to let you win at tag. “Yeah… feels sad.” You nodded.

“Especially on a holiday too, huh? Tony and Pepper did a lot to prepare for tonight, it wouldn’t be very nice of us if we didn’t at least say hello.”

“Yeah,” you thought, “I wanna say hello.”

Steve got up from the ground, dusting off his pants before reaching down to pick you up. He propped you up in one arm, wiping your tears with his free hand. He smoothed your hair, looking into your eyes with a smile. 

“Alright babydoll, let's do this.”

[m-jelly]

His shirts

Mafia dad Levi x fem reader

It'd been a long few days for Levi and being away from his family was something he hated, but sometimes he had to go away with Erwin and a few others to do business in another country. Normally, Levi would take you and his daughter along with him to enjoy a foreign country, but it was too dangerous this time. So, you, his goddess of a wife and precious little baby girl were left at home with his mum helping out.

With arms full of presents and a smile on his face, Levi strolled from his car to his home on the hill with glorious views of the city and sea with mountains behind. It made him smile that as a couple you'd gone from a tiny apartment to this large house. The two of you had worked so hard together.

He pushed open the front door and slipped his shoes and coat off. He slowly made his way into the large living room to see the sunken sofa and sitting area in front of the TV was occupied by you and his three-year-old daughter.

Levi's heart skipped a beat when he heard you giggle at your daughter. He blushed at seeing you and his daughter in shirts of his. He moved closer until he was close to the steps down to the sofa area. Levi's feelings and emotions kept changing. He was aroused by you being in just his shirt and thigh-high socks with your thick thighs he loved biting on show. He felt like he could just melt into a gooey mess at seeing his daughter in his shirt that was too big for her.

Daisy stomped her little feet up to her bear and picked it up into the air. "Sleep with the fishy!" She then threw the bear down to the ground. "Bye-bye." She huffed before looking up and noticing Levi. Daisy's face lit up in pure delight. "DADDY!"

You flinched and turned your head to see Levi. "Hey, grumpy kitty. Welcome home."

Daisy ran over to him with her arms open. "Daddy!"

Levi placed the gifts down before scooping his daughter up into his arms. "Hello, my cute little flower. Have you been good for your mummy?"

She nodded. "Yes! We played, we cuddled and mummy told me so many stories."

"Sounds like a lot of fun." He walked down the steps and sat on the sofa next to you, you were clearly buzzing with excitement at seeing him but you were happily waiting. "I'm glad."

"I slept in Daddy's bed."

"You did? Were you keeping mummy company?"

She nodded. "Yes."

He pocked her cheek. "Thank you." He kissed her puffy cheek. "So, what was this sleeping with the fishy?"

She grinned. "You say it!"

He released a long sigh. "You're right..." He placed her down on her feet. "I have a few presents for you." He leaned over and grabbed the ones for her. "Go sit with your teddy and take your time with them, okay? I have a very beautiful mummy to kiss."

Daisy hugged her gifts as she giggled. "Thank you, daddy. Give mummy lots and lots and lots of kisses!"

He watched her run off before slowly turning to you. He shifted closer as excitement throbbed inside him. "Bunny." He growled your pet name with a deep voice laced with desire. "I missed you." He caressed your cheek. "Come here."

You dove into his arms. "Mm, Levi."

He dragged you onto his lap and inhaled deeply allowing him to enjoy your scent. "Fuck, I missed you so much." He tilted his head and kissed you. The two of you moaned and purred in delight. "Oh, bunny you are a delight and pleasure."

You massaged your fingers in his hair. "So are you." You shifted on his lap. "Promise you're staying a while?"

"Promise. No more going away for days."

"Good, 'cause I might have to lock you up."

He chuckled. "I think I'll like that." He massaged your thighs. "So, my shirt huh?"

You nodded and looked over at Daisy playing with her new toys. "We both missed you. Daisy got very teary-eyed about it so I told her what I do when I miss you, I get one of your shirts. She said we should wear them and we have been for two days now." You looked back at Levi. "That okay?"

"More than okay." He nuzzled his nose against yours. "Wear it later?"

You saw the sparkle in his eyes and knew what he was talking about. "Oh, I will." You nipped his neck. "I'm all yours." You slipped off his lap making him whine. "Now! I think you should help your daughter make her toys sleep with the fishy."

Levi slipped off the sofa and sat on the floor. "Alright, little flower. Who we making sleep today?"

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[anna-hawk]

Don't call me Daddy

Frank Castle x GN!Reader

Summary: Frank doesn't like to be called Daddy.

Rating: T || drabble

CW: none at all, it's all pure crack, daddy kink but not really

A/N: Please know that this is in no way a hit against Daddy kink. Especially since I know that there are a lot of people who love it for Frank. I'm just personally not a fan of it and simply found the situation hilarious 🤷🏼‍♀️

Written for @bernthirst-events and banner again by @darlingshane 🧡

After spending the evening at the bar with a few friends that included Curtis and Karen, you and Frank decided to call it a night and head back home. You slowly made your way through the crowded establishment, with Frank walking in front of you, his hand holding on to yours. Once at the door, Frank pushed it open and was about to walk ahead with you in tow, when a group of other people chose that exact moment to enter. Someone collided with Frank, who let go of you to grab for the person’s shoulders and stop them from falling over. 

You watched as Frank pulled a young man up, only for him to land against Frank’s chest with a sound of surprise, as Frank had clearly used more strength than necessary. The man, almost a head shorter than Frank, looked up into Frank’s face with an awed expression while his hands spanned over Frank’s chest. His lips slowly pulled up into a seductive smile as he patted Frank’s chest with glee. 

“Well, hello, Daddy… Thanks for the catch,” the young man crooned with a flirty smirk, clearly already a bit drunk. 

Your eyes widened comically at the unexpected words, and watched on as Frank stared down at the man with an expression of complete bewilderment, his hands still gripping the guy’s shoulders. 

“I — uh,” Frank stammered, his face turning slightly red in the light of the streetlamps, and finally let go of the man to step closer to you. “No problem. T’was my fault anyway.” 

“Oh, no, it was my pleasure… Trust me.” 

The young man patted Frank’s chest again with a slow and appreciative once over, before looking at you with a sly grin. 

“Aren’t you one lucky duck,” he said with a wink and a quick glance at Frank again, before he pulled his friends along and vanished inside the bar. 

As soon as the door had closed, you burst into uncontrollable laughter, leaning against Frank’s side as you laughed. “Well, I think you got a new fan, daddy.”

Frank groaned and playfully pushed at you when you kept laughing. “Don’t you start with that.”

The thing was that if there was one thing that Frank didn’t like, it was to be called ‘daddy’ in a sexual context. It wasn’t your kink either, however hearing someone call Frank that with such a thick layer of seduction and seeing Frank’s reaction to it was the most hilarious thing you had seen in a while. 

Seeing that you were still giggling, Frank rolled his eyes with a smile and pulled you along to return to your apartment, which was only a couple of blocks away.

“D’you think he would have wanted you to spank him?” you asked with a chuckle when you arrived at the apartment building. 

Frank groaned again and shook his head, punching in the digital code to the building before he walked through the lobby and towards the elevator. “Don’t.”

“Oh come on… He was cute, right? He-” Frank covered your mouth with a sigh of exasperation as you rode up to the third floor. 

“You’re the worst,” he stated pointedly, as he let go of you and found you grinning at him. 

“But daddy, what if-”

“Oh, for the love of-” Frank stomped out of the elevator with a huff as soon as it opened and made for the apartment door, while you laughed behind him. 

Once he’d unlocked the door and walked into the apartment, Frank shot you a dirty look as you grinned at him sweetly while you removed your coats. 

“Stop it,” he warned, pointing at you while heading towards the kitchen.

“Will you spank me if I keep going… Daddy?” You batted your eyelashes in an exaggerated coquettish manner and joined him with wild movements of your hips. 

Frank’s jaw worked as he stared at you flatly before he seemed to come to a decision. 

“Yeah? Is that what you want?” He loomed into your space with determination. “You want daddy to-” then he suddenly cut off with a grimace and turned away, throwing his hands in the air. “Nope, nope, I can’t… Just no.” 

You let yourself fall on to one of the kitchen chairs as you laughed hysterically, unable to hold yourself up anymore at Frank’s try — and fail — to get back at you. Tears were running down your face, as you held your belly, which was almost beginning to hurt from laughing so hard, while Frank muttered under his breath as he vanished into the bedroom.

[t1red-twilight]

i’ll be home for christmas

summary: you go home for winter break.

content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, height difference (sorry pookie bears)

notes: so hyped for christmas bro

word count: 1k

masterlist s. h. masterlist

the fall semester was finally over; the only thing that had pulled you through the last few weeks that followed midterms and into finals was the promise of knowing you could call steve when you got back to your dorm.

steve and you had designated a time to call every night and discuss (or complain) about how your day had gone. you found that 7pm was the highlight of your day, every day. the velvet of his voice resounded through the phone lines and comforted you when nothing else could. countless times he had encouraged you when you contemplated dropping out.

so now that you were driving home from university for winter break, you could only think of steve. you thad talked to him regularly, this was true; but had he changed in ways that could only be observed visually?

the sun had begun to set over the snow covered landscape. the dim glow of christmas lights provided a nostalgic sense of comfort as you approached your childhood home.

your car pulled into the driveway of your parent’s house, and you put the car in park and turned the engine off. walking around, you grabbed your two suitcases out of the trunk and pulled it shut. just as you were walking up to the front door, you saw him.

steve swung the front door open and called out your name. you dropped your suitcases and ran up to meet him. he threw his arms around you and whispered into your hair, “i missed you so much, honey.”

you smiled from ear to ear, and attempted to pull away to look at him only for him to pull you back closer. “i missed you so so much,” you mumbled into his shoulder. after a few moments, he finally pulled apart from you slightly. he kissed your cheekbone, his thumbs caressed your jaw. you could feel the muscles of his back move beneath his shirt.

steve stepped away to grab your suitcases that still sat abandoned next to your car. “how was the drive?” he asked, holding one suitcase in each hand. the veins popped out on his wrists and knuckles, making you feel some type of way. you’d have to deal with that later.

you waved your hand flippantly. “it was fine,” you brushed it off. “i can grab those.” you tried to grab them from him, but he moved them out of your reach.

he walked around you and to the still-opened front door. “don’t be silly,” he stated matter-of-factly, referencing your luggage. you rolled your eyes. by the time you had gotten inside, steve was already walking up the stairs to put your suitcases away.

you greeted your parents, and they asked you a couple of questions about the semester. you felt steve hover behind you, but he stayed silent. “i think i’m gonna go upstairs and lay down. the drive was pretty long,“ you finished. you turned to look at steve and nodded your head towards your room. you had long passed the stage where your parents policed when he was up there.

you went up the stairs and heard your mom mention something about dinner. you close the door behind steve when you got up to your room. it was laid out the same way as you had left it; the curtains, slightly ajar, and oddly enough an empty can of soda still sat on your nightstand. ew.

borderline face planting on the bed, you finally felt like you could relax. finals were over, and you were finally home. home didn’t just mean hawkins, home had begun to mean a certain boy that your days often looked forward to.

“lay down with me,” you mumbled. “please.” you turned on your side to look at steve. there was a sparkle in his eyes that you would never not love. a crooked smile out upon his face, one that you could never get rid him of. not that you would even try, it had become a hallmark of his playful personality.

thank god your bed was at least made. steve walked around the foot of the bed and laid down on the other side. as soon as you laid down, you scooted over to him, laying your head on his shoulder. as silently as possible, you inhaled his familiar scent. this was one thing that you missed the most about him, he always smelled so comforting.

your eyelids fluttered shut. “did you just smell me?” you bit your lip to keep from laughing. you figured this was a rhetorical question, clearly you weren’t as inconspicuous as you thought you had been.

you wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him as close as you could. you would never not get used to how unbelievably warm he was. in return, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kiss the crown of your head.

the all-too-familiar glow of the neighborhood christmas lights shown in through the gap in your curtains. the lights reflected off of the fallen snow. steve’s thumb traced patterns over the sweater that you wore. “i really missed you,“ he murmured.

you sighed, tension releasing from your body. “maybe i won’t even go back for the spring semester.“ you were joking, but also in a sense serious. not only was academia intensely challenging, but being away from everyone and everything that you knew was extremely difficult. being apart from familiarity was by far the most strenuous aspect of being away at university.

steve kissed your forehead once more. “you don’t mean that. you’re almost done anyway, just one year left.” he paused before continuing, “you totally got this.” you smiled into his shoulder.

you whispered, as if maybe if your parents would hear you they’d reprimand you. “once i graduate we can finally move out of this podunk town and go somewhere new.” you were essentially calling hawkins boring, and the irony was not lost to steve. he snorted a laugh.

the smile could be heard in his tone. “i can’t wait. but, for now, what do you want for christmas?”

[kawacake]

My Mistake

Masterlist

Paring: Toji x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Smut (Choking, Mating press, Breeding kink, Cunnilingus, & Back scratching), Reader fucks her bsf dad, I think that’s all if I’m missing some lmk!

A/n: this will be a series !! & if you like this make sure to leave a heart, reblog, & comment to give me feedback.! (& i didn’t proofread this)

The sound of your phone alarm rang for the fifth time in the past hour. You finally picked it up and pushed stop and just laid down on your bed as the sun shined down on your body. After a few minutes of laying down you heard walking near your door before it flew open revealing a little boy “Bro get up what’s the point of the alarm if you just keep hitting snooze.” The little boy said, causing you to scoff and roll your eyes at him.

“I’m up now so can you please get out?” You said to him as he turned around and exited your room leaving the door opened which slightly irritated you but you said nothing to him. Now getting up you slid on the bedroom slippers you had near your bed and made your way to the kitchen where you heard the rest of your family.

“You look a mess.” Your brother joked before turning his attention back to his iPad “No shit I just woke up, did you expect me to wake up like a Disney princess or something?” You said before your mom hushed you because she was on the phone as your brother stuck a tongue out at you.

Pressing your lips into a thin line at your brother's childish behavior you then turned around to make your way to the bathroom to get ready since you had class in a few.

Entering the bathroom you grabbed a washcloth and towel off one of the shelves placing the towel on the rack near the shower and the washcloth on the rail inside the shower. 

Before you could strip off your clothes you got a text on your phone.

Gumi😾

Y/n you up?

Y/n

No I’m just practicing for my funeral yk?

Gumi😾

Stsu anyways you driving to school or you wanna carpool?

Nobara

Bro didn’t even care to ask us🌚

Yujii 

Who is “us”? He asked me yesterday night💀

Nobara

Ykw bye

Y/n

Lmaooo but yeah igtg finna get ready

You said before closing your phone, setting it on the sink before stripping and stepping into the shower. As the shower water hit you, your body seemed to loosen up and all your worries went away.

-

After the shower you wrapped the towel around you and threw your night clothes from the night before into the laundry basket. Picking up your toothbrush you applied toothpaste and began brushing your teeth, once you were done you picked up your phone and made your way back to your room. 

You got a pair of bootcut jeans and a plain black shirt with some Air Forces. Basic? You know it’s basic but why go all out if you literally only have 3 classes. Anyways you sit at your vanity to fix your hair and do some light makeup. It shouldn't take long but knowing you, you like to take your time.

Once you were finished you grabbed your bag and walked into the kitchen where your mom and brother were still sitting. “I’m not driving my car, Gumi is coming to get me.” You told your mom while grabbing some grapes from the fridge as your mom nodded at you while still busy on the phone. “Come on Aran.” Your mom said to your brother while grabbing her purse making her way outside with your brother following behind.

Gumi😾

Come outside ho

Y/n

Coming

Closing your phone you grabbed some of the grapes and put the rest back in the fridge and made your way outside, you could see megumi with a slight smile on his face and nobara and itadori in the backseat as you got into the passenger side. You met Megumi senior year of high school and instantly became close. Then he introduced you to his group and the four of you became inseparable. 

“Y/n you literally finished decorating your dorm why haven’t you moved in.” Nobara asked “I get home sick but once I bring the rest of my clothes in and my vanity is when I’ll move in.” “My dad can do it.” Megumi butted in “can you ask h-.” “FUCK NO DO IT YOURSELF.” Megumi said causing you to let out a sigh 

“I hope your dorm mate is Mahito.” You said as Itadori and Megumi both went quiet “Don’t wish that on us.” Itadori said as Megumi pulled up to the college campus. “I got English composition first.” You said as nobara perked up as she said ‘same’, you both were majoring in criminology so you had most classes together which was a plus cause you knew at least someone and didn’t have to meet new people. 

You and nobara made your way inside the first building and megumi and itadori went to the third building because they had psychology 101 first. Once the two of you entered the class you realized how full it was and the last few open seats were separated from each other “I’ll miss you y/n bae!” Nobara said walking away from you and made her way to a seat near the front and you made your way to the back.

A voice from the front began to speak, getting everyone’s attention. “Good morning my name is Professor Choso. I teach English composition and I hope we have a great semester.” Professor Choso had said as every girl seemed starstruck by him.

About 38 minutes into the class you got a message from an unknown number.

Unknown number

Hey this y/n? Megumi told me you needed help putting some things in your dorm.

You thanked God for Megumi. He's such a life saver.

Y/n

Yeah this is her. Do you think you could help me today? I only have one class till around 2 so maybe around 11 if you’re free

Unknown number

Yeah just send me your house address and I’ll pick it up and meet you at your dorm.

Y/n

Alright I just need my vanity and it’s two boxes beside the vanity with my clothes 

Y/n

Thank you so much! How much do I have to pay you? 

Unknown number

Nothing you’re my son’s friend so you don’t have to pay😉

Y/n hearted the message

-

Once class was over you walked to your dorm that you’ve only been to twice and waited for Toji. It shouldn’t take that long since you were a tad bit earlier than you told him to be here. With that you stood up and decided to unpack the last box that had your shower things in it such as the mats, and the pink toilet cover you found on Amazon that looked so cute.

Lucky for you your college offered single room dorms, obviously it costed you a lot more money but it was so worth it. Now grabbing the box you made your way to the small bathroom sitting the box down and opening it. Pulling out the pink toilet cover you walked to the toilet and slid the cover over the toilet.

After doing that you pulled out three mats, putting the shower mat in front of the walk in shower then walked over to the toilet crouching down to put the toilet mat down now lastly you put the sink mat down. You had already put up your skin care products and more into the cabinets, you did that the first time you came to the dorm and the second time you decorated the room with silly little posters and vinyl’s that you had bought while shopping for dorm supplies.

Making your way back to your bed right before you sat down you heard a knock on the door, letting out a sigh you walked towards the door to open it. As the door opened it revealed toji he was a lot taller than you expected and he was more handsome than you expected to you can see where gumi got his looks from.

He had the vanity sat behind him while he looked down at you, it was like he was inspecting you or something. “Sorry come in.” You said opening the door enough that he could fit himself and the vanity.

You instructed him on where to put the vanity as he listened and soon went out to get the boxes with your clothing in it. Not too long after he brung in the two boxes leaving them near the small closet you have.

“Thank you so much!” “It’s no problem I wasn’t busy anyways.” He said as you gave him a friendly smile. “I ordered food I thought it was only right for me to give you something in return.” You say as his eyes went wide for a second “You really didn’t have to but thank you.” He added before taking a seat on your bed.

-

After you and Toji talked for a few minutes, the food had finally arrived and now the two of you were talking while eating. “Megumi was a handful during high school!” Toji laughed as you sat in front of him listening to stories about megumi. “For real, like one time some dude was talking shit and next thing i know megumi is throwing punches.” He let out a chuckle while you smiled at him.

“Yeah but after my wife passed he stopped being so joyful all the time.” Toji stated as you started to feel bad. “I’m sorry for your loss..” you say looking down at your lap “Don’t get all sappy on me now.” Using his fingers to lift your head up so you’re looking at him again before he moves some of your hair out of your face.

The room had gotten quiet but the tension had gotten stronger as he scanned your features. Not a second later he pressed his lips against yours, your eyes went wide for a second but soon closed as the kiss had gotten intense. His hands roamed your body before you quickly moved away. “I’m sorry but no I can’t.” “No, I'm sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” He said standing up from his bed running his fingers through his hair. 

As he started walking to your door to take his leave “Thank you so much for bringing me my stuff.” You said opening the door as he stepped out deep down you wish you didn’t stop him “Yeah no problem” he said clearing his throat while towering over you. The tension still lingered in the air as you tried to contain yourself but Toji couldn’t help it, he let out a sigh before his lips met yours again.

He stumbled back inside, closing the door behind him. The two of you stumbled over to your bed as he sat you on his lap. Moaning into the kiss and the two of you grind down on each other before you paused. “It’s my first time.” You said as he let out a low “fuck” before he looked you in your eyes “I’ll be gentle i promise.” He said holding out his pinky for you as you smiled and locked your pinky with his.

Now he flipped you over so you were now laying on your back, he started unbuckling your pants, slipping them down your legs as you took off your shirt leaving you in nothing but your panties and bra. Toji then took off his own shirt and pants leaving him in only his boxers, he then made his way between your legs leaving small kisses on your thighs before stopping at your panties.

He felt you tense up when he moved his fingers against your clothed cunt “Calm down.” He said looking up at you as you nodded your head at him.

His fingers now reaching under the thin material started to rub circles against your clit causing you to moan, with a grin on his face he slipped a finger inside with that you gasped using your hand to cover your mouth. “Keep moaning for me, pretty girl.” He said, thrusting his fingers faster, soon adding a second finger as the room was filled with moans. 

Replacing his finger with his tongue, he groaned tasting your juices on his tongue as he slowly grinded into your mattress. The vibrations from his groans sent you over the edge as you felt yourself about to cum. “Can I?” You asked, gripping his hair and he nodded yes. 

He licked you clean as you whimpered under him “Don’t fall asleep on me yet.” Toji spoke, sliding off his boxers along with your panties, usually he’d slid them in his pocket but they were purple and he hated purple. 

“Will it fit?” You asked as he smiled, taking it as a compliment “I’ll make it fit my love.” He said pressing the tip near your entrance while leaving small kisses on your skin to calm your nerves. Now slowly pushing in he let out a low grunt from how tight you were around him.

He paused letting you adjust to him before you nodded your head to let him know to move. Grabbing your waist gently and slowly thrusting into you as the room started to fill up with groaning and moaning you prayed nobody would hear you. 

You didn’t even know tears started to fall till you felt toji’s hand swiped away the tears while leaving little pecks on your lips while still thrusting. “Faster please.” You begged, you felt so pathetic but the feeling felt so good. Toji listened and picked up the pace as your moans had gotten louder.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said but you couldn’t even respond but what you did do was grab his hand, placing it around your neck. He looked down at you slightly worried “You sure?” He questioned as you nodded your head and he gripped your neck but not enough to hurt you. 

The feeling of the lack of oxygen and him pounding into you made you feel euphoric. Gripping his back as he hit your g-spot as he let out a loud groan before pulling all the way out causing you to sulk a little. Without saying a word he flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees entering you again.

Gripping your hair as he fucked into you harder than before, you swore you could feel him in your stomach. “You’re so tight ima fuck a baby in you.” He said through thrusts as you shook your head no as he laughed. Your back arched as he pounded into you harshly as you screamed into the pillow you were like a doll under him “I'm gonna cum please Toji.” You said clenching around him, his thrust seemed to get harsher by the second.

“Cum for me my love.” He said wrapping his hands around your throat, soon you had come undone as your body went limp but Toji kept thrusting and your headboard hit against the wall before he came inside of you.

“Can you go one more time baby?” He asked as you hesitantly nodded your head yes before he placed a kiss on your lips before putting you in a mating press position before sinking into your hole again.

Your mouth hung open and loud moans came out from him picking up the pace “Look at you baby.” He said before he groaned from you clenching around him. His tip hits your g-spot causing your eyes to roll back and you start clawing at Toji’s back while he watches you crumble underneath him.

His hips buckled into you relentlessly hitting your g-spot over and over again as your moans got louder every time his hips snapped against yours, sending you spiraling dangerously close to your edge. Your grip on his back falters, hands slipping as tears stream down your flushed cheeks. Your mouth hangs open, drool pooling beneath you, completely mind-fucked and overwhelmed by the pleasure that consumes every inch of your body.

“You’re doing—fuckkk—so good for me baby.” He says as you feel the familiar feeling in your stomach again, “Toji I’m cumming.” You feel your legs starting to shake “Fuck!” You cried out, your cum dripping down his dick. 

His thrust started to get sloppier but he then paused letting out a loud moan as he filled you up for the second time. He slid out of you as you let out a gasp at the loss of Toji being inside you.

He pulled you into his arms as resting your head on his chest. “One time thing only.” You said, wrapping your arms around him as he let out a low chuckle before speaking. “Whatever you say.” That was the last thing you heard from him before you fell asleep. 

-

Slowly starting to wake up you reached for your phone to see what time it was once you reached your phone you looked at the time seeing it was already 5pm. “Fuck.” You mumbled under your breath realizing you missed your second class, Megumi, Itadori, and Nobara were nine times out of ten pissed at you. That was the only class the three of you had together.

Trying to sit up you felt as if your whole body was sore and that’s when everything hit you and you started to panic picking up the plan b pill and popping it into your mouth then stood up as everything that just hit you sunk in.

“I fucked up.” You said hurrying to get up as you grabbed some random night clothes with a towel and a washcloth and rushed to turn on the shower and get in.

Once you are done with your shower you moisturize your skin and put on your pajamas. Making your way back to your bed you paused when you heard a knock at your dorm door as you walked over to it, opening it revealing your three friends.

“You’re an asshole.” Itadori said entering the room before nobara spoke up “On yall life you are, you just skipped and didn’t tell anyone.” She said walking over to your bed to sit on as Megumi followed behind not saying a word. “Motherfucker who was in here…?” Nobara asked, looking down at your bed “What do you mean?” “You sleep on the left side of the bed, why is the whole bed messed up? WHO DID YOU HAVE IN HERE!?” Itadori then shouted as the three then came to a realization.

“You were fucking?” Megumi said, looking at you with a straight face, “Yeah but I fell asleep right after.” You COMPLETELY fucked up when you said yes.

“With who?” “Was it someone here or a different college?” “How long have y'all been talking?” “Was he older?” “Or maybe younger!” The three said, causing you to roll your eyes, “I prefer to keep that information to myself.”.

“Yeah yeah but everything for today’s class is on the laptop and Yuji sent you the notes.” Megumi announced “Let’s go get some food!” Nobara said “Yeah then can you drop me off at my house so I can get my car.” You said realizing that megumi drove you to campus “Yeah.” Megumi spoke walking to the door as you slid your shoes on and followed the three out of the dormitory.

Looking at Megumi you felt like absolute SHIT.

[snowysosturn]

Allies or Affiliates? - Chris Sturniolo Part 15

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Pairing : Y/n x Chris Sturniolo

Summary : Law student Y/n’s life takes a turn when she reconnects with Chris, her brief teenage flame who is now a dealer for a dangerous Boston drug gang. As their bond reignites, Y/n is drawn into Chris’s tumultuous world, where rival gangs clash and loyalty is everything. Balancing her love for Chris with her own ambitions, can their connection survive the chaos that threatens to pull them apart?

Warnings : MDNI, mentions of drugs, mentions of selling drugs, angst, cursing, mentions of death, use of knife, attempted stabbing, physical fight, mentions of blood

Chris' POV

The docks were eerily quiet, saved for the occasional rustle of the wind and the soft lapping of water against the boats. I pulled in, parking beside Vince’s car. The headlights of my car cut across his figure as he leaned against the frame of the smallest cargo warehouse, a cigarette glowing faintly in his hand. He didn’t move, just stood there, watching me approach like a predator sizing up its prey.

As I stepped out, the salty breeze hit my face, carrying with it the distinct smell of oil and decay. I wrapped my green bandana around the lower half of my face, always precautionary, but now more than ever with Y/n in my life. Vince flicked the cigarette to the ground as I closed the car door, crushing it beneath his boot with a deliberate twist. His sharp eyes pinned me as I approached, the silence stretching thin.

“You’re late.” he said, his tone clipped but calm, which somehow made it worse.

“I had something come up” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. The last thing I needed was for him to sense my nerves.

Vince’s lips twitched into a humorless smirk. “Yeah? Well, let’s hope that ‘something’ doesn’t make you useless to me.” He turned on his heel, motioning for me to follow as he strode toward the warehouse.

I fell in step behind him, every muscle in my body tense. This wasn’t the first time I’d been summoned to the docks, but something about tonight felt different. Off.

The place was usually locked up tight, with Vince and the higher ups all with a key to get in, its interior full of shelves and crates, all meticulously organized to hide the cartel’s stash. Tonight, though, the door was ajar, the faint beam of a flashlight was darting across the rows of supplies.

I stopped dead in my tracks, Vince, however, just stood there, arms crossed, watching with an infuriating calm as the figure inside turned toward us.

The flashlight’s beam swung toward my face, and in the moment of blinding light, I caught sight of him, a man, mid 20s, with a lean build and a face I recognized instantly. He wasn’t one of ours.

“Shit” I muttered under my breath, my fists clenching.

The guy didn’t run. He stood his ground, his hand reaching into his jacket – a knife. That simple motion sent a bolt of adrenaline through me. This wasn’t just some idiot who’d stumbled onto cartel territory. He was H Block. And he was here to steal from us.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a rat,” Vince tilted his head, his gaze flicking to me. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he said, his tone almost bored. “Handle it.”

Handle it.

My chest tightened as the words sank in. But before I could think, the guy lunged at me, his knife glinting in the dim light. I barely dodged in time, stumbling back as the blade sliced through the air inches from my chest.

Instinct took over. I swung at him, my fist connecting with his jaw in a sharp crack. He staggered but didn’t go down. Instead, he came at me again, his movements wild and fueled by desperation.

The fight quickly devolved into chaos, our grunts and curses echoing off the walls of the warehouse. My fists were a blur, every punch landing with a sickening thud, but he was no amateur. He fought dirty, landing a blow to my ribs that knocked the wind out of me.

“Come on, Kid!” Vince’s voice rang out behind me, sharp and taunting. “Show him who he’s messing with!”

The guy swung at me with his unarmed fist, splitting my lip in the process, luckily, he wouldn’t get the luxury of seeing it through my bandana. The sting of the cut sent a surge of anger through me. I grabbed his wrist, twisting until the knife clattered to the floor, and then slammed him against the wall.

For a moment, it was just raw instinct, as I continuously hit him, adrenaline coursing through my veins like fire.

When it was over, he was slumped against the wall, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. I stepped back, my chest heaving, my knuckles throbbing from the fight.

Vince walked up beside me, his expression unreadable. He crouched down, grabbing the guy’s face and tilting it to the light.

“H Block scum” he muttered, letting the guy’s head drop. He stood, brushing off his hands as if the encounter had dirtied him. “Good work, kid. That’s the kind of fire we need in this crew.”

I didn’t feel victorious. My hands were trembling, the adrenaline beginning to fade and leaving only the weight of what I’d just done.

“What do you want to do with him?” I asked, my voice hollow.

Vince waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got people for that. You’ve got a run to make.” He handed me a slip of paper with the drop off location, his tone cold and business like.

I didn’t argue. I didn’t ask what would happen to the guy slumped against the wall, or how he’d even found this place. I just turned and walked out of the warehouse, my footsteps heavy.

The air outside was cold, but it did nothing to clear my head. I climbed into my car, gripping the steering wheel tightly as the reality of the fight set in.

This wasn’t me. It couldn’t be me.

But as I glanced down at my bloodied knuckles, the coppery tang lingering in my mouth from a split lip, the truth stared back at me.

Y/n’s POV

The sound of the kitchen faucet trickled down to silence as I placed the last clean plate on the drying rack. The house was quiet now, except for the faint hum of the dishwasher. I wiped my hands on a towel, glancing toward the living room where Dad was still passed out on the couch, his head tilted back in a food coma, and Mom was flipping through a book on her tablet.

Chris leaving early hadn’t gone unnoticed, but I’d managed to brush it off with a small joke about him being a lightweight when it came to a big dinner. Mom had smiled politely, but I could tell she had questions. I sighed, deciding not to dwell on it as I headed upstairs to my room.

The moment I stepped inside, I was hit with a wave of exhaustion. The day had been a whirlwind, from preparing dinner to Chris meeting my parents to.. everything else. I grabbed my towel and a pair of pyjamas from my dresser and made my way to the ensuite bathroom, craving a shower to wash the thoughts away.

The hot water cascaded over me, soothing my muscles and easing some of the tension in my chest. My mind, however, didn’t stop racing. I replayed the evening over and over -- the small talk, the laughter at the dinner table, the way Chris had seemed to fit in so effortlessly with my parents. But then there was the undercurrent, the subtle tension I’d felt from him, like he was carrying something he wasn’t ready to share.

I sighed, pressing my forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall. Maybe I was overthinking it. Chris had been through a lot today. Losing someone, even someone distant, could dredge up all sorts of emotions. And knowing Chris, he probably didn’t want to burden me with any of it. But I wished he would.

It wasn’t about prying or needing to know every little detail—it was about letting him know I was there for him. That he didn’t have to carry everything on his own. He was my boyfriend, after all, and I wanted to be a part of his life, even the parts that were messy and complicated.

Once I finished washing up, I stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around myself and walking into my room. The warm glow of my bedside lamp cast soft shadows across the walls as I slipped into a comfortable pair of pyjamas. My wet hair hung loosely over my shoulders, and I felt a little lighter, even if my thoughts were still swirling.

“Relax, Y/n” I muttered to myself.

Once my hair was dry, I climbed into bed, tucking myself under the covers. My phone sat on the nightstand, and I picked it up, hesitating for a moment before unlocking it.

I typed out a quick message to Chris, keeping it simple.

Hey, I hope you’re feeling better now. I really enjoyed having you over tonight. It meant a lot to me.

I stared at the screen for a moment before hitting send, hoping he’d know how much I meant it.

Sliding under the covers, I propped myself up against the pillows, my phone still clutched in my hand. The house was quiet now, my parents likely dozing off in the living room, and the stillness gave me too much room to think.

I tried not to let my mind spiral. Chris cared about me – I knew that. The fact that he’d come tonight at all, even after everything he’d been through, proved that much. And if he needed space to deal with his own stuff, I’d give it to him.

Still, I hoped he’d let me in eventually. Maybe not tonight, or even tomorrow, but someday. Because for as much as I wanted to be there for him, I wanted him to trust me enough to let me.

I placed my phone on the nightstand and turned off the lamp, letting the darkness settle over the room. As I closed my eyes, the thought of Chris lingered, a mix of worry and affection that I couldn’t shake. But for now, all I could do was wait, I needed a good night's sleep as I had another shadow trial tomorrow – college was demanding, and shadowing trials left little room for rest. My bed felt impossibly soft as I curled up under the covers, letting the day slip away, my thoughts gently fading into the haze of sleep.

Until a light pierced through the dark.

It flickered through my eyelids, breaking my peace and pulling me back to consciousness. A tap followed, soft but insistent, on my balcony door. I shot up in bed, my heart racing as I tried to process what was happening.

It took a moment, but then it clicked. Chris.

I glanced toward the balcony and saw the faint glow coming from the treehouse outside. My mind raced for a split second, but the sight of a familiar figure standing in the shadows confirmed it was him.

Stepping out of bed, I shuffled across the room to the door, opening it cautiously. Before I could say a word, Chris burst in, wrapping his arms around me in a tight, almost desperate hug. His warmth and the way his chest heaved against mine told me he was upset before he even spoke.

“I’m so sorry for leaving so soon earlier” he murmured into my hair, his voice heavy with guilt. “I feel awful.”

I placed my hands on each side of his head, trying to ease his tension as I pulled back to look at him properly. His face, shadowed by the dim light of my room, came into focus – and that’s when I noticed it.

“Chris” I gasped, my fingers grazing his bottom lip. A fresh cut marred the soft skin, the edges slightly swollen. “Your lip? What happened?!”

He hesitated, his gaze shifting away from mine like he couldn’t bear to see my reaction. “Oh.. uh..” He rubbed the back of his neck, stalling. “I met Nate not too long ago. We had.. a disagreement. Kinda got into it with each other.”

“What?” I said, shocked. “You and Nate fought?”

“Yeah” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s been on edge all day. I-I don’t know. Things just got heated.”

I softened, my hands moving to cup his face gently, urging him to look at me. “Chris.. it’s been hard for him lately. For both of you.. I know it was Danny’s funeral today too. Tensions are bound to run high.” I paused, my thumbs brushing lightly against his cheekbones. “I’d say Nate didn’t mean to lash out like that.”

Chris sighed, leaning into my touch as if it was the only thing grounding him. “I just.. I hate how things went. And I hate how I left you earlier. It’s been eating me up.”

I smiled softly, leaning in to press a reassuring kiss to his forehead, then his lips, careful of the cut. “It’s okay, Chris” I said quietly, pulling him close again. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

But the weight in my chest didn’t entirely lift. “I just wish you told me about the funeral, though” I added, my voice laced with a mix of sadness and understanding. “I would’ve been there for you, even if just to listen.”

He held me tighter, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I know I should’ve.. But when you mentioned meeting your parents I wanted to prove to you I was serious about it. About you. I didn’t want to burden you with it or for it to be a big deal. Today was.. Complicated, and I most definitely didn’t want you to think you had to show your face there for me either.”

I let out a soft sigh, my fingers running through the back of his hair. “You’re my boyfriend, Chris. It’s not a burden. I’m here for you, okay? No matter what.”

For a moment, we stood there in silence, the sounds of the night filtering through the open balcony door. The glow from the treehouse outside cast faint shadows across the room, a quiet reminder of the world still turning outside our bubble.

“I’m sorry” Chris said again, his voice softer this time.

I kissed his temple, holding him close. “It’s okay” I whispered. “We’ll get through this.”

I pulled back slightly from our embrace, looking up at Chris with a soft smile. “Do you want to stay the night?” I asked gently, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “I mean, I’m up early for another shadow trial tomorrow, but I don’t mind. You can stay if you want.”

Chris shook his head slowly, his lips curving into a faint, appreciative smile. “I’ll let you get your rest” he said. “I don’t want to get in the way of your morning. I just.. needed to see you. To be around you for a bit.”

His words hit me deeply, and I couldn’t help but reach up to touch his cheek again. “You’re not in the way, you know. Ever.” I said softly, hoping he felt the weight of my sincerity.

Chris’s hand came up to cover mine, holding it there for a moment. “I know” he murmured, his voice tinged with something unspoken, something heavy. “But I should get out of your hair. You’ve got enough on your plate without me barging in.”

I frowned slightly but didn’t push. I could see in his eyes that tonight, what he needed most wasn’t necessarily to stay, it was just this moment. “Okay” I said finally, lowering my hand but keeping close to him. “But next time, don’t hesitate, okay? If you need me, I’m here.”

Chris nodded, leaning down to press a tender kiss to my forehead. “I know” he whispered.

We lingered for a moment, standing in the quiet of my room, before he let out a small sigh and stepped back. I walked him to the balcony door, the cool night air brushing against us as I slid it open.

“You’ll text me when you’re home?” I asked softly, leaning against the doorframe.

“Always” he said, turning to give me one last look. “And, Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

He smiled faintly, the kind of smile that held more emotion than he could probably put into words. “Thanks. For everything.”

“Anytime” I replied, watching as he climbed down the ladder to the yard below. The glow from the treehouse cast long shadows over him as he walked away, his figure disappearing into the night.

I stood there for a moment, the chill of the night air brushing against me, before I closed the door and leaned against it with a soft sigh.

Chris was carrying so much, but I knew he didn’t have to carry it alone. Not as long as I was here.

Chris’ POV

I climbed into my car, the cold leather seat pressing against my back as I closed the door. My hands gripped the steering wheel, but they trembled slightly, betraying how shaken I still actually was. The image of that guy’s face, the H Block mother fucker from the dock, flashed through my mind. The fight replayed over and over in my head, each punch, every word Vince spat at me.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face. My lip stung from the touch, and I winced. I hadn’t even thought about it when I showed up at Y/n’s balcony. All I knew was that I needed her. Her calm, her warmth, it was the only thing grounding me tonight.

But I hated that I had to lie to her. That I told her it was Nate who’d roughed me up instead of the truth. What was I supposed to say? That I got into a brawl with a rival gang member over stolen supplies? She’d never let it slide, and honestly, I didn’t blame her. Y/n deserved better than this mess. Better than me.

Still, I couldn’t let her freak out. The guy from the dock didn’t see my face fully, and Vince had handled the rest. It wasn’t a clean situation, but for now, it was over. At least, I hoped it was.

I turned the key in the ignition, the low rumble of the engine filling the silence. The drive to Uncle Jerry’s was short because of how clear the streets were, but the road stretched out like a void. My thoughts swirled with everything I’d been avoiding – Danny’s funeral, the whispers of the hit, the escalating tension with H Block, and Vince’s expectations of me.

When I pulled up to Uncle Jerry’s place, I sat in the car for a moment, staring at the familiar, run down house. The porch light flickered, casting an uneven glow on the driveway. Jerry’s place was far from perfect, but it was home when I had nowhere else to go.

I stepped inside, the scent of stale smoke and takeout wrapping around me like an old coat that badly needed a wash. “Jerry?” I called out, shutting the door behind me.

“In here” came his gruff voice from the living room.

I walked in and found him slouched on the couch, a half finished beer in one hand and the TV remote in the other. A muted action movie played on the screen, explosions lighting up the dim room.

Jerry glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. “You look like shit, kid.”

“Gee, thanks,” I muttered, dropping into the armchair across from him. “Want to split a J?”

Jerry smirked, setting his beer down on the table. “Always. What’s got you so wound up?”

I shrugged, not ready to unpack the night just yet. “Just need to take the edge off, you know?”

He nodded knowingly, pulling out his stash and starting to roll. “Rough day?”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Something like that.”

As I lit the joint, I leaned back in the chair, taking a long drag. The tension in my chest eased slightly, the haze dulling the sharp edges of my thoughts.

But even as the calm washed over me, the weight of everything lingered in the background. The dock, the fight, the lies – I couldn’t escape it. Not tonight.

I needed something, anything, to pull me out of this downward spiral. Positive things, better things. Y/n’s face flashed in my mind, her smile, the way her voice softened when she said my name. She’d quickly become my anchor, the light cutting through all the dark corners of my life.

I pulled out my phone, opening our messages. The sight of her name on the screen was enough to slow my racing thoughts, if only for a moment. Her phone was on Do Not Disturb, I could see the little moon icon next to her name. Typical Y/n, always mindful of getting her rest. It was one of the things I admired about her, how she took care of herself in ways I never really knew how to.

I smiled faintly as I typed out a message:

"Home now. Pick you up after you’re finished with court tomorrow? We can get food and park at the beach? Hope you’re having a good sleep x."

I hit send, knowing the notification wouldn’t wake her. I just hoped that when she saw it, it’d bring a smile to her face. She deserved that, something simple, something good.

After setting my phone down on the table, I leaned back into the chair, closing my eyes. The room was quiet except for the hum of the TV in the background. I needed tomorrow to be better. For her, and for me.

a/n: im still shadow banned so i appreciate everyones interactions still 🥲🥲 CANT WAIT FROM THEM TO BE ALL CUTE NEXT PART EEEEE

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[extinctlesspains]

Can you do one where Kwon and reader are dating and she is also part of the Cobra Kai team at Sekai Taikai? She and Tory share a room at the hotel, but after Kwon wins Robby's room, reader sneaks out to stay in his room with him and it's fluffy?

𝐻𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙, 𝑀𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 (𝐼𝑇'𝑆 𝐹𝐿𝑈𝐹𝐹𝑌)

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 , 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑦 ♡

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The excitement of the day buzzed through you as you slipped quietly into the hotel hallway, the door to your room closing with a soft click. Tory was already fast asleep, her steady breathing filling the room moments before you left. You felt a twinge of guilt sneaking out, but the anticipation of seeing Kwon overshadowed it. He’d sent you a text right after the bet: “Won Robby’s room. Come find me.”

The hallway was dimly lit, with just the faint hum of the hotel’s air conditioning and distant murmurs from other rooms. Every shadow felt like a watchful eye, but you knew this was worth the risk. The Sekai Taikai was intense, and the only thing that got you through each match was knowing you’d have moments like this with him.

When you reached his door, you knocked softly. Almost immediately, it creaked open. Kwon stood there in his Cobra Kai hoodie, his hair slightly tousled, eyes lighting up as soon as he saw you.

“Took you long enough,” he teased, his voice low, pulling you inside before you could respond.

“I had to wait until Tory was out,” you whispered, rolling your eyes. “She’d kill me if she knew.”

Kwon smirked, closing the door behind you. “She won’t. You’re safe here.”

The room was different from the one you shared with Tory—less cramped, and with the scent of Kwon’s cologne lingering in the air. He guided you to the bed, his hand warm in yours. You sat down beside him, your head finding its place against his shoulder.

“You were amazing today,” he murmured, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your arm. “That kick in the second round? Flawless.”

You grinned, feeling your cheeks heat up. “You weren’t so bad yourself. Winning against Robby? That was intense.”

He chuckled, a deep, soothing sound. “Had to do it. Needed this room, didn’t I?”

You laughed softly, turning to look up at him. His eyes held that familiar intensity, but there was softness there too—a side only you got to see. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I fight better knowing you’re watching,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart fluttered, and you leaned closer. “Same here. We’re a team, on and off the mat.”

He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Tomorrow’s going to be tough. We have to be ready.”

“We will be,” you assured him. “Together.”

For a while, you sat in comfortable silence, the chaos of the tournament fading into the background. The weight of the competition, the pressure of winning—it all melted away in this room. Here, it was just the two of you, tangled in each other’s presence.

Kwon pulled you down so you were both lying on the bed, his arm wrapped protectively around you. You traced lazy circles on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Think we’ll win?” you asked softly.

He tilted your chin up, his eyes meeting yours. “With you by my side? No doubt.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the room. “You’re my peace, you know that?”

His expression softened. “And you’re mine.”

In that moment, the outside world didn’t matter. The tournament, the rivalries, the expectations—they all faded away. All that was left was the quiet promise between you, unspoken but understood: whatever tomorrow brought, you’d face it together.

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A/n: EEEE I love this one too!! I know some things don't match up but hopefully you guys can read past that 💕

[talesfromawannabejournalist]

Leathery Love

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 here's part one, hope you enjoy

and @lilacwriter07 enjoy your early Christmas present

Lilith: I'm leaving you Lucifer

After twenty years of marriage never did Lucifer ever imagine those words ever being uttered from the love of his life's lips. Especially not on the day of their wedding anniversary.

Lucifer: What?

Was all he could say to Lilith who looked both tired and disappointed with him as she sat at the table with her arms crossed. They were supposed to be eating a meal together, drinking some wine, then watching a movie. They were at home at Lilith's insistence from a few days ago. She said she wanted to spend the evening with just him. No one else was to see what she wished to do.

He just thought she wanted to try something new. Not break his fucking heart in private so no one can see him cry.

Lilith: I said I'm leaving you Lucifer, I want a divorce.

Lucifer felt his heart start to pace as his breathing slowly turned erratic.

Lucifer: But, but, but I, I don't...why Lily

Lilith bristled at the nickname for a moment before answering.

Lilith: Because I no longer wish to be in a relationship where I fell out of love with you years ago. I swore that when Charlie moved out, I would finally bring myself to get out of a place that has only brought me misery.

With that she stood up and headed upstairs. Lucifer was still reeling when about five minutes later she was coming back down with two bags full of her stuff. Her stuff. Lucifer's eyes widened at the sight of them. It meant,

Lucifer: Lilith please, I beg of you don't go! Please! Lilith

He ran to her when she got to the doors. She stared him down as he stood in front of her exit; however, Lucifer could only stare up with tears starting to stream out onto his pale cheeks.

Lucifer: Lilith...please my darling I'm sorry for whatever I did wrong.

Lucifer then proceeded to do something he'd never thought he'd do in his lifetime due to the man's humungous pride and ego.

Beg

He fell on his knees, clasped his hands together, and begged for her to change her mind. Never did Lucifer ever felt so pathetic in his entire existence. He thought that it would get Lilith to at least think about doing something other than divorce. However, the thirty-eight-year-old singer had already made up her mind a long time ago.

Lilith: I'm sorry Lucifer, but I don't think you were ever meant to be mine.

With that she stepped aside, threw open the doors of their large, grand home and walked out. Never to step inside her former home again. All while Lucifer kneeled on the ground in total despair. It was only when he heard a car engine turning on did, he turn around and saw Lilith pull out of the driveway with her purple convertible and proceed to drive away did he close the door behind him to let out the anguish sob that had built up in his throat.

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(Two months later)

Lucifer felt like his life was slowly falling apart. Ever since Lilith left, she had been sending him papers and been talking through her lawyer to him. Lilith had been one the most shining aspects of his life. In the entirety of their marriage, he devoted to making her happy. Including to working hard to provide for the both of them. So that way she could work on her music career. He bought her anything she wished for; heck he'd buy her the greatest diamond in all the world to make her happy.

In the end he guessed it just wasn't enough. When she sent him the final paperwork to sign off on their divorce completely shut the once proud, strong man down. Lucifer hadn't been out of the house in weeks and had mostly been taking to moping around the house. Or just laying all day in his bed, not sleeping, just staring up the ceiling, wall, or even occasionally the tv in his room that he put on for white noise. He didn't even go to the office.

Which would have been worse if Lucifer wasn't the boss of his toy company. Even if lately, he's been having his brother/partner Mammon and his assistant Moxxine take care of his work for him. Speaking of family, his brothers, sisters, and even daughter had seen how bad his depression had been and wanted to help him. Especially his daughter Charlie, who went to her Uncle Ozzie and begged for her to find a way to make him feel better. Since him and Ozzie have been the closest out of all seven siblings. Oz had an idea, but he didn't know if it would work

Lucifer: A sex dungeon?!

Lucifer sat across from his brother in his living room while in his robe. Oz noticed he also had deep, dark bags underneath his eyes. His hair looked a bit oily, and he appeared to be growing some hair around his muzzle. However, despite his shaggy appearance his body was rigid, his stark blue eyes wide awake as he took in what his brother just suggested.

Ozzie: Hun, please I know this might seem a lot and too soon after...

Lucifer: I don't care about ugh her. Look Oz even if I wasn't hung up over losing my wife, I don't think it would be right to go to fucking prostitutes!

Ozzie: But that's the thing though I really think these girls or boys can help you, Luci!

Lucifer: How!? How in the hell can they help me!?

Ozzie: By helping you get over Lilith. If you're with one those bad guys down, there soon Lilith will be nothing more than a distant memory. Plus, I distinctly remembering you telling me about this one domniatrix porno you kept watching. You kept telling me how you wish you could be Lilith's naughty boy. Well now you can do that! Just you know not with her.

Lucifer: I told you about that. Since when?

Ozzie: Since that time at that barbeque back in July where you got drunk and confessed to me.

Lucifer must've been hard hammered drunk to have told his brother about that. Since usually Lucifer was extremely private when it came to what happened in his bedroom. The blond man opened his mouth to once again reject his brother's offer but then stopped to think about it. It had been so long since he'd been in the warmth of someone's arms in the bed. Even before Lilith left, she had been distant from him for quite some time.

It actually was the reason for Lucifer looking up on those sites in the first place. He knew no love would be with the person he'd be with; he still wanted to forget about his heartbreak. Even if it was for only one night. Taking a breath, he looked straight at his expecting brother and said,

Lucifer: Alright, I'll go.

[yowumi]

Hotshot surgeon Gojo x Medical Student Reader Ft. Hotshot Surgeon Suguru [ modern au ] TW. Pregnancy & Love Triangle

Shotgun Wedding Ch. 04 | The Proposal

Summary. Satoru Gojo, The states #1 Neurosurgeon, known for his wealthy clan. He was known for his success, parties, and his willingness to fuck anybody and everybody in a 10 mile radius. Unfortunately, one unlucky night, you make the wise decision to do what any hard working young medical student would do when faced with a sexy doctor…you sleep with him in which changes your life forever.

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Warnings. Accidental pregnancy, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), love triangle, roommates (they all live together), satoru is a bit of a meanie, plot twists, angst, smut, you only end up with one.

A/N. this is my first time writing a fanfic, although i’ve always wanted to! i’m always open to take constructive criticism or any tips to make my writing better! I hope you guys enjoy and definitely lemme know if you have any suggestions, read well luv <3

keep up! // ch. 1 // ch. 2 // ch. 3 // ch. 4 // ch. 5 (coming soon)

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“Ah Megumi what a great surprise, it’s been a while since Satoru has dragged you out here” geto jokes, pulling Megumi into a tight hug leaving a pat on his back.

“Yeah unfortunately”

“Hey! I know you love spending time with your older brother!” Satoru pouts while trying to reference himself in which Megumi responds in a disgusted huff,

“He already agreed to come here, no need to torture him too much, Satoru” Suguru closes the door behind you guys finding his way to glide his hand on the small of your back, sending shivers down your spine.

You try and ignore it as you walk into the living room, Suguru guiding you to the kitchen where he has food prepared for laters dinner, which makes you eye ball the delicious food being teased in your face.

Megumi pulls Satoru the side with a small, “We’ve got to talk.” leaving Satoru confused as he follows behind him.

“What’s this all about?” he asks in confusion as they are both now pulled aside.

“I know” He pauses trying to find the words, “I know that you’re the father of the child she’s carrying” He raises his voice a little.

“I figured that much considering you didn’t talk to me nor her for nearly 2 months, I understand you may not like me but it has nothing to do with her” He says, his voice becoming more calm compared to the hyper playful voice he usually kept around Megumi.

“What the hell were you thinking? Knocking her up like that? She deserves better than you, you know you can’t commit to her and give her what she deserves so why the hell would you do it, why?” his voice struggled to stay consistent feeling emotions trying to tear their way out of his throat.

Why was he so upset about this? Why did he care so much who you were with? Why the hell couldn’t he control his emotions.

And it was almost as if Satoru reads his thoughts because his face falls with a new look of realization, he stutters for a moment, “Wait..this isn’t about me, is it? you like her, Megumi…Oh.” He says looking down in guilt.

He cared about you. He cared about Suguru. But Megumi…he took care of Megumi the best way he could as a teenager, seeing the look on Megumi’s face truly made him realize the damage he had inflicted on him.

He would have never done it if he knew Megumi had still loved her.

“This isn’t about me. This is about her and I understand what’s done is done but promise me that you won’t leave her alone with this, promise me you won’t hurt her or fuck around like you do with everything else.” His heart feels heavy, he can’t even keep eye contact.

“Listen…I know i don’t have a good history with relationships and that stuff but I do care about y/n. I wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize her happiness, trust me on that.”

Megumi takes a few seconds to process it before slowly nodding, “I think we should head back inside.” He says before walking past him.

MEANWHILE IN THE KITCHEN WITH Y/N & SUGURU:

“So…” You start,

“So!” He says cheerfully, putting his elbows down on the counter in front of you, with an interested expression on his face.

“I actually have a question…it’s about Satoru’s parents.” You say nervously hoping he would give you any tips or warnings on what to expect.

“Well, they’re great people as one would say while talking about one of the most popular and rich families in Tokyo but honestly…They can be a little rough on Satoru, and I wouldn’t take anything they say to heart, They seemed to have had an effect on Satoru’s last girlfriend.” He trails off suddenly not wanting to talk about it at the mention of his last girlfriend.

“What happened to his last girlfriend…?” You didn’t want to push any boundaries but you couldn’t help but feel curious on the sudden change of mood at the mention of her.

“Uh…Well-“ He’s cut off before hearing a rowdy Satoru enter the room excitedly, placing a hand beside you.

“Heyyy so what are we talking about!”

“Oh we were just talking about-“ You are about to say before getting cut off by Suguru, “Oh it’s nothing Satoru, just talking about your parents.” He says.

Satoru looks at you looking for any concern before putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Oh don’t worry, they aren’t that bad, just ignore most of what they say and you’ll hold up just fineee” He trails off his words playfully as he picks at the food in front of him, earning a slap on the hand from Suguru causing a wince from him

‘ Knock Knock ‘

A knock that seemed to make the room go dead silent, as if everyone went still knowing who was at the other end of the door, making your nerves rise as your hand begins to shake a little.

Satoru notices this and gives you a pat on the head, “Don’t be nervous, everything will be fine.” He says before opening the door, on the other side stood his parents.

His mother, a woman who aged beautifully, long white hair down to her back waved carelessly in the wind outside and his father, who Satoru must take from, being a spitting image of each other, only his fathers face much older and less peaceful, his father held a serious blunt expression. Making you feel intimidated.

You can see where Satoru gets his good looks from, his parents were both jaw dropping.

His mother walks in as Suguru gives her a hug and friendly kiss on the cheek, “You look not a day over twenty, Ms. Gojo, you amaze me.” He compliments her, causing her to chuckle as she walked towards Megumi in which she asked how the boy was doing.

“How are things Megumi? You know you always have that offer if you’d like to get out of that small apartment of yours.” She says, causing Megumi starting to fail hiding his expressions,

“I think i’m fine with where i’m at, thanks.” He says wanting to move on from the conversation.

Meanwhile, Satoru’s father gave out handshakes to the men, greeting them firmly, almost business like.

Once they had both got to you, they paused. You felt unaware of what to do in the moment, wanting to play it safe, you start up words, “Hello, I’m-“ before being interrupted by Satoru.

“This is my girlfriend Y/n, I thought you should meet her.” He says, making you furrow your eyebrows at him almost offended at the thought of being his girlfriend.

“Girlfriend? You never mentioned a girlfriend before or the times we’ve talked on the phone?” His mother questions suspicious as his father gives you a look of judgement. Suddenly you felt conscious of how you looked and appeared.

“Ah well yes it’s a little new.” He says trying to play it off. You wait for him to mention the part where you are pregnant with his child, yet it never seems to come. Did he really not tell his parents yet?

“Ah well uhm okay, it’s nice to meet you uh, y/n was it?” His mother asks giving you a fake smile as her and her husband shared a look or perhaps, the look.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both Mr. and Mrs. Gojo!” You say trying to give them a friendly smile in which they choose to ignore your presence.

“Well then, i smell food and you know how much I miss Suguru’s cooking, I assume we shall eat now” She says clapping her hands as everyone followed along, Satoru’s father still glaring at you.

At the table, small talk was made about how Satoru’s career was going along with Suguru in which received positive feedback in which everything felt okay until the conversation was brought up about Megumi and the past.

“Oh i remember how skinny and fragile he was, jesus the kid was living in such poverty, thank god his father passed or else he would’ve been stuck eating scraps if it weren’t for Satoru.” She says laughing as she sipped her wine.

The talk of losing his father and how he grew up seemed to cause Megumi to go quiet.

The attention seemed to now be turned towards you as Mr. Gojo finally speaks up for the first time since they’ve sat down, “So y/n, I assume you don’t come from money, correct?” He asks bluntly, taking his fork to carve his meat.

You feel yourself start to become uncomfortable which doesn’t go unnoticed but you decide to answer, “Uh well no i suppose i don’t.” You say looking down at your plate, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“I’m going to be blunt about this, what is it that you’re using my son for? sex? money? or perhaps do you think satoru will raise your status so you could become a surgeon?” He asks crossing his hands over each other.

“Father-“ Satoru starts before his father puts his hand up as a sign for Satoru not to speak,

“Let her speak.” He says and the room became quiet.

You felt offended by what his father was saying. As if money, sex or a title at work would make you want to deal with Satoru on a daily basis. But what boiled your blood more than that was the fact he was asking this only because you didn’t grow up rich.

“None of the Above.” You state, the boil in your blood causing a sudden rise of confidence.

“Oh no need to be humble darling. Just tell me what you want from him or our family and you can get it now rather than distracting my son.” He says leaning back in his seat.

“I am telling the honest truth, I don’t want his money or his-“ You get cut off by Satoru. “Okay dad I think that’s enough interrogating, He’s just joking-“ Satoru says trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m asking an honest question and I would like it if you’d stop interrupting her, Satoru.” He says, almost as a warning as you see Satoru’s change in emotion at the mention of his father saying his name.

“Listen, I don’t want shit to do with your money or using Satoru as anything, Id appreciate it if you stopped accusing me of this bullfuckery” You blurt letting your hormones getting the best of you…or perhaps your temper.

“Tell your whore to watch her mouth.” His mother commented causing your blood to boil as you got up from your chair, Satoru rushing to hold you back, “The fuck did you just say?” You said heated.

In the corner of your eye you can see Megumi with a surprised yet slightly amused expression at the sight of someone standing up towards the Gojo’s.

“I think we should all just calm down, okay?” He says looking at everyone.

“Get your whore a leash and a muzzle while you’re at it. How dare you let her speak to your mother that way!” Satoru’s mom says sipping her glass on wine carelessly.

“Oh i can say a lot worst-“ You say before satoru pulls you back cautiously so he won’t hurt you standing between you and his mother.

“I demand you to leave this woman at once.”

“I can’t do that mother.” He says trying to avoid eye contact.

“Oh sure you can, you can do much better than this whore with a mouth on her!” His mother starts to raise her voice.

“You don’t understand mother, I am not leaving y/n and that is final.” He says and his mother grows furious.

“Oh enlighten me! what’s so special about this woman, because you two haven’t interacted with each other all night so don’t bullshit me that you two are in love.” She yells.

“I- I-“ He stutters wondering if he should just say it. He looks at you looking at how furious and offended you were and the disappointed look on Suguru’s face across the table. “y/n is pregnant.” He says.

His mother seems to not understand as she goes on, “So? You don’t need to take on charity cases-“ She gets interrupted by Satoru who blurts out, “No mother, the baby is mine. I got her pregnant!”

His father’s eyes widen before him and Mrs. Gojo look at each other, them both deciding to stand up.

“Satoru. A word. Now.” His father demands as he walks out of the room, his mother trailing behind him as Satoru looks worried down at you before following his parents.

From the dining table you could hear the faint sounds of yelling and arguing coming from Satoru’s office causing a sudden guilt to fill your stomach, this all felt like so much. You needed fresh air.

You walked out of the room going outside to the snow as you lay on the ground, slowly making a snow angel. Something so childish yet comforting in the moment. You couldn’t quite figure out what about this action made you feel so warm yet you were in the cold.

“I can go-“ Suguru says before trying to follow after you outside before Megumi Interrupts, “I’ve got this one, thanks” He says as Suguru respects that as he begins to clean up the table.

You hear the door close in which you see moments later a familiar black haired man in front of you, hands in his pockets before settling down on the ground next to you, laying still compared to you who was making motions in order to make a snow angel.

“I have a question for you.”

“What?” You asked confused as Megumi isn’t typically the type to ask questions so suddenly.

“Are you happy?” He asks concerned, looking at you in the corner of his eye.

“I mean considering what just happened moments ago, i wouldn’t exactly say i’m too-“

“You know that isn’t what I mean.” He says firmly. You sigh, “Yeah, I know.”

You take a few moments to let the silence take up space as you think about his question.

“I don’t think it matters if I am”

“I think it does, you should be able to choose what life you want to live.”

“I have to do what’s best for this baby, if i chose how to live based on my emotions, I wouldn’t be having this baby. Don’t you think i’m scared? Scared of being a mother, scared of being something that i’m not even familiar with.” You say, a tear breaking its way out of your eye causing you to sniffle a little.

Megumi seems to understand now, “I understand. But just give me the word and i promise i will pick you up from this dump and you can leave it all behind” He says, casually calling Satoru’s million dollar mansion a dump, causing a small choked up laugh to come out of you making a small smile appear on megumi’s lips.

Surprisingly, Megumi’s hand find its way to yours. An act of comfort.

Megumi is suddenly filled with the slight hint of nostalgia having an old feeling hit him hard, making him remember.

MEGUMI POV SWITCH: 7 YEARS AGO

‘ knock knock ‘

he hears the frantic knocking coming from the door, knowing exactly who it was. he opened the door expecting to see her but there was no one there.

he walked out expecting you to have forgot something from your car or for you to be hiding yet no sign before suddenly being hit by a snowball right in the chest, his gaze turned towards y/n, his next door neighbor and best friend.

“gotcha!” he watched her laugh as she ran away as he walked behind her, her keeping a slow enough pace for him to see where she was going yet not slow enough for him to catch up.

she finally stopped in her tracks, tumbling down on the floor with a ‘thump. her body motioned back and forth attempting to create a snow angel as she laughed.

he would watch in awe before she grabbed a hand out to him encouraging him to join her, in which he didn’t refuse.

���cmon!” she dragged him down in a hurry, “okay okay” he says falling down on the floor next to her as the sound of her giggles filled the air, him listening silently.

she turned to look at him, in which she she smiled up at him as he laid down next to her,

“hey”

“hi”

a few words could be spoken between you two yet he always felt so comfortable and used to your company.

“I don’t ever want to grow up” she suddenly admitted.

“why?” he asked suddenly curious of her unfamiliar change of mood and speech.

“because then you’ll be all grown and won’t want to hang out with me” she said jokingly yet her eyes seemed to express an almost worried expression. was she worried he would forget about her?

“you don’t have to worry about that.” he stated.

“why not?” her gaze suddenly turning towards him, the simple act of looking at him so innocently suddenly made his heart heavy,

“you can stay with me however long you’d like.” he says reverting his eyes fully towards her , looking at her straight in the eyes.

a moment that felt like forever passed before the sudden feeling of her lips were felt against his. he takes a few moments to process it before cupping her face gently pulling her into the kiss.

it wasn’t long before the heat between the two teenagers got heated, them both now retreated to the treehouse they built as kids that was near their previous snow angel spot, him now on top of her.

as they kissed he felt the warmth of her clothed cunt grinding against his knee that laid comfortably between her legs. he watches with a shaky breath before breaking the kiss.

“what’s wrong?” she asked trying to catch her break

“are you sure you want to do this?” he asked showing concern for any discomfort or second thoughts she might have.

“i’m sure megumi. I want my first time to be with you.” she said bringing a warm hand up to his cold cheek.

his hand travels down to your thigh as his breath hitches. he takes off his big jacket and puts it beneath her on the floor to make things more comfortable for you.

she began to strip in front of him, his gaze never leaving her eyes before she finally finish, allowing him to avert his eyes down her body, thinking that if perfection was anyone, it would be her.

he trailed soft loving kisses down your body, admiring and touching you like you were art, a beauty that should be praised and admired.

he felt that in that moment, nothing else had mattered. it was only you and him.

afterwards you two were left next to each other comfortably as he held you in his arms, an act he dreamed of doing for the longest.

“what you were saying earlier, i wanted to tell you that you don’t have to worry about me forgetting you because i will spend the rest of my life by your side.” he said feeling confident in finally exposing his true feelings towards you.

you took a few moments before you gave him a soft smile, “thank you megumi, i couldn’t ask for a better friend.”

friend

friend?

friend.

his heart dropped, he felt as if it had been stomped on. after taking her virginity just moments ago, after spending years by your side, as you laughed, cried, sobbed, smiled, it felt like a brick was just brought down on his heart.

THE PRESENT:

Megumi is brought back to the present after reliving the memory in his head. he’s now aware of his surroundings, wondering how he could be so close to you, holding hands with someone would be considered such an intimate act yet he felt so far away from you. As if he could never, would never break that infinite barrier that separates the two of you. A world he could see but never enter. A wet painting he could see but never touch.

he’s interrupted by Suguru who suddenly walks outside causing you both to separate hands.

“They’re done talking and asking for you, id ask that you come inside if you will” He says in the calm voice he always kept.

When you both make your way inside and the mood has changed drastically, the air felt heavy as you now saw Satoru sitting silently across the table looking down, not saying a word nor acknowledging your presence at all.

“We have came to an arrangement in which you have two options.” Mr. Gojo speaks once again,

“As you know the Gojo is a class name and our reputation to the public is very important, it helps us keep our status and remain a good name. See now having the newspaper say ‘Gojo Clans’ and Tokyo’s beloved top neurosurgeon Satoru Gojo knocks up young intern’ doesn’t exactly hold up a good reputation, but ‘Satoru Gojo’s new fiancé seemed to have been getting quite busy with a baby on the way’ seems very more delightful.” He says making your eyes widen in shock of his words, he didn’t seriously think you would agree to marry Satoru, did he?

“and the other?” You ask considering your options.

“The other option is that you can get an abortion and we will pay you 5 million up front to keep your mouth shut and disappear from Satoru’s life, it will all be on the low.”

You felt trapped, abortion wasn’t an option. You chose to have this baby and you want to stick with that choice. Yet marrying Satoru felt like a nightmare, you never even considered marriage let alone with Satoru.

Before you could find the words to speak you hear Suguru speak up, “Listen Mr. and Mrs. Gojo, you guys are respectable people and I wouldn’t go against your beliefs but-“ He states before being interrupted by Satoru’s mother.

“So then don’t.” She bluntly says, glaring at him.

He stops for a moment before starting up again, “I believe this is a decision she needs to make on her own and is something her and Satoru should talk over, they are both young and no offense but times are different now and i don’t believe marriage is necessary as Ms. Y/n is only 2 months in her term, a lot can happen from now to then.” he waited for a response,

“Suguru Geto, you’re parents would agree with this just as much and you know that. This simply will be for business, If some skank decided to get my son into this situation then she should learn the consequences” Satoru’s fathed spoke.

Suguru takes a few moments trying to collect himself the best he can, you began to become nervous not knowing how to answer mumbling a bit trying to stutter out an answer before Suguru interrupts you,

“Don’t worry about it y/n, I believe their stay here has been extended, I would kindly ask you two to leave” He says getting up to get ready to greet them out as the Gojo’s agree, leading themselves out before his father stops.

He places a hand on Satoru’s shoulder trying to say goodbye in his own way before Satoru pulled away from his hand.

“Don’t act out son. You’re lucky we aren’t doing to her what we did to your last girlfriend.” He finishes and makes his way out the door.

Megumi stands silently for a few moments before seeing his way out, waving you a goodbye before heading out. His phone dialing a number waiting for a number to answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, I need you to pick me up” Megumi speaks from over the phone.

“Sure! is everything alright fushiguro?”

“Yeah…” He stays silent for a few moments thinking, “Actually, are you free tonight?” He asks

“Yeah! why?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to get some drinks”

“Sure! Should i invite everyone?”

“I think i’d like it if it were just me and you.” Megumi says suddenly feeling a little nervous.

“Okay if you say so!”

“Okay, i’ll see you then…thanks itadori.” He says before hanging up.

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Satoru and you sat in silence for a few minutes, crossing your arms waiting for a response out of him. After a while you realize he just wasn’t gonna say anything so you finally speak, letting anger take over you,

“What the fuck, Satoru.”

He looks up at you but doesn’t respond, he just stares emotionless at you.

“Don’t just sit there! Say something! you couldn’t even say anything while they were sitting there calling me a skank and whore all night, so please enlighten me with your fucking words.” You feel tears trying to make their way out of your eyes but you wont let them.

He pauses before looking back down at his lap, “Are you sure you want to keep our baby”

You huff in disbelief of his words, there’s no way he could seriously be considering that.

“What, are you having second thoughts? having second thoughts now at the thought of marrying me? You aren’t scared of becoming a father but you’re scared of the thought of marrying me, god fuck satoru!” You shouted at him feelings tears fall down your face.

He doesn’t say anything before excusing himself from the table as he walked into his office, locking the door behind him.

Suguru walks in to you with your hands on your knees as you quietly sobbed on the floor, he rushes towards you pulling his arms over you in a hug as tears spilled even more.

You look up at him with teary eyes as he cups your face gently pulling you into him. You try to form words but they don’t come out and Suguru notices this as he spoke gentle words, “It’s okay, I know.” His words came out softly against your ear as he held you.

Your gaze turns towards him, looking up at him as you stare at each other for what felt like forever before you did the unspeakable.

You kissed him.

You hadn’t known why you did so, in the moment it felt so right. And with that, he returned it, he kissed you back passionately before the maid walked in, her stepping back trying to pretend she didn’t see anything before Suguru pulls away.

“Let’s take you to bed, a lot has happened today. I think we all need rest tonight.” He says helping you up offering you a kind smile as he helped you walk to your room.

He leads you to your room before letting you enter yourself before wishing you goodnight as he looked away.

The kiss you shared just before had felt so right yet somehow now things felt so awkward as you laid in bed silently as you thought over the fact that you kissed Suguru in the middle of a breakdown which now made you feel a bit embarrassed.

You began to shut your eyes, choosing not to dwell on it too much as you already had a long night deciding to try and get rest.

Or atleast you try to do before you hear the door open, you figure it may be the maid who forgot something in your room as it’s happened before, an honest mistake so you carry on with your sleep, keeping your eyes shut.

That is until you hear someone sit on the bed next to you placing a hand on your hair, brushing it gently. You don’t dare to make a sound or look who it is, you figured it may have still been the maid checking on you.

A careful arm hugs over your body barely before hearing a whisper “I’m sorry.” the familiar voice of Satoru Gojo fills your ears as you still pretend to be asleep. He presses a soft kiss to your stomach before leaving the room.

The room suddenly felt empty, cold. The interaction was so short, so little yet you found yourself missing the warmth of his hand against your stomach.

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A/N. this chapter has by far been my favorite one i’ve written, and the fastest yet longest one i’ve written so far. (I spent my whole thanksgiving righting this up LMAO, who needs to cook a turkey when I can cook up a new SGW chapter!!) I already had an idea for this chapter knowing that i wanted this to be the chapter where reader meets Satoru’s parents and their marriage would be arranged but I changed a lot of things and I honestly like how it turned out. I hope you all enjoy and Reblogs and Asks are appreciated! happy holidays luvs <3

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